The Fatal Temptation Ch. 02

Humiliation and Submission

In a cramped rental room in the urban village, a dim yellow light spilled from a beat-up chandelier, casting shadows on the peeling walls. The air stank of sweat, cheap perfume, and damp mold all mixed together. A flashy sissy hooker stood by the bed, ready to service her client for the night. She flicked her eyes at the burly migrant worker, all bulk and eagerness, bit her lower lip softly, and let a teasing, hungry look slip out.

She eased onto the bed and started stripping, slow and sexy. First, she bent down, unbuckled her pink platform heels, and let them drop with a sharp "thud," showing off her dainty feet in black fishnet stockings. Rose-painted toes peeked through the mesh, giving off a slutty vibe. Then her hands slid back, unzipping her tight leopard-print miniskirt. She wiggled her hips, letting it slip down her plump ass and thick thighs, the black crotchless fishnets outlining her legs like a damn dream. Next, she peeled off her low-cut tank top, her fake tits jiggling under the light, glowing soft, the perky nipples barely visible through her lacy bra.

Her skin was pale and silky, smooth as hell, not a hair below her brows. A tiny dick and balls dangled between her legs, looking almost comical next to her curvy, womanly hips and thighs. The lacy bra and a thin pink leather strap around her neck hid the edges of her fake boobs--$3,000 custom jobs from Europe, so real they blended perfectly with her flat A-cup frame. Every time a guy grabbed or sucked them, she felt a jolt right to her core.

Finally, she slid off her sheer crotchless panties, tossing them at the john with a flirty grin. "Daddy, smell how wet I am--like it?" The fabric, warm from her body and carrying a faint whiff of her junk, landed on his face. He snatched it, pressed it to his nose, and took a deep sniff, his eyes lighting up with greed.

She stretched out a fishnet-clad foot, brushing his cheek. "Daddy, my feet smell good too--give 'em a whiff." He grabbed her ankle, his rough hand rubbing the stockings, then leaned in and sucked in the sweaty, leathery scent hard, his dick twitching. Erica giggled, curling her toes in the socks, smirking inside: These nasty dudes can't get enough of my cheap stink.

Once she was naked, Erica stepped closer and started undressing him. His body hit her with a wave of sweat, dirt, and unwashed funk--pure man-stink that made her little clit perk up. She yanked down his pants and boxers, and a massive, ugly cock sprang out--damn near 10 inches, with a fat head oozing aggression. Her eyes popped, and she let out a little gasp.

She dropped to her knees right there, hands cradling that monster like it was holy, and wrapped her lips around the egg-sized head. Her slick tongue teased the slit, tasting the salt, her lips clamping tight around the ridge, twisting back and forth with wet "slurp" sounds. After a bit, she popped it out, licking every inch of that shaft like a greedy slut, her tongue flicking the underside 'til it pulsed. Then she ducked lower, sucking each heavy ball into her mouth, tonguing the sweaty folds clean, her face drunk on it like it was fine dining.

Out of nowhere, the john's hoarse voice growled, "Gotta piss!" The rental had no bathroom--the nearest shitter was a public stall blocks away. Erica's eyes twinkled, and she smirked, "Daddy, don't bother--piss in my mouth. This dirty bitch is your toilet." She opened wide, stuck out her tongue, and waited, all eager. He froze for a sec, then grinned, aimed his dick at her face, and barked, "Take it, you filthy slut!" A hot, stinking stream shot out, filling the air with its rankness. She gulped it down fast, but some still dribbled past her lips, splashing onto her pricey fake tits and soaking her lace bra. She didn't give a damn--rubbing her bloated belly, eyes shut, she savored the sick thrill of being degraded.

When he finished, she licked the leftover drops off his tip and went back to sucking that beast, harder now. She tightened her mouth, cheeks hollowing out like a vacuum, tongue swirling wild on the head, her throat gurgling deep. The john groaned in pleasure, grabbed her head with his big hands, and started fucking her mouth rough. Erica gagged hard, tears streaking her cheap makeup into black trails down her face. Her nose mashed into his pubes, throat stuffed full, eyes rolling back, damn near choking. She ran her hands over her neck, feeling that cock's shape bulge out, a twisted grin on her face. She loved being owned like this--a cheap bitch letting a man have his way.

After a while of sucking, she pulled back, panting, and patted the grimy sheets. "Daddy, lie down--this dirty bitch'll give you a 'world tour' with a free spit bath." He grunted and flopped onto the bed. Erica knelt beside him, her eyes raking over his beefy chest, glowing with crazy worship. It was covered in thick black hair like a damn jungle. She leaned in close, nose brushing his sweaty skin, sucking in his stench, then dragged her tongue from his collarbone down, leaving a shiny spit trail through the fur.

Soon, she hit his dark, coin-sized nipples, circling them slow with her tongue before sucking and nibbling, like she was trying to drink his manliness straight into her soul. He let out a satisfied grunt, and she flashed a sleazy smile. Then she buried her face in his armpit, huffing the ripe sweat like a junkie, licking every hair clean.

She slid down to his feet--unwashed, reeking of sweat, dirt caked between the toes. To her, they were gold. She grabbed one, licking from heel to tip, her tongue digging into the crevices, sucking the salty grime off each toe like candy. "Your body... every inch drives me nuts..." she gasped, her tongue trailing up his calves, thighs, heading for the nastiest spot. She lifted his legs, spread his cheeks, and exposed his unwashed ass. After a quick pause, she dove in--licking the folds first, then jamming her tongue inside, slurping loud. She lost herself in the filth, grinning, hands kneading his balls and cock while his low moans filled her ears.

Finally, her eyes locked back on that towering dick. She climbed onto his legs, took it between her lips, and licked along the veins, wet and sloppy, her throat humming with satisfaction. She shifted, sucked in a deep breath, and shoved that monster down her throat--tears welling, neck bulging, but she kept going, face twisted with sick pleasure.