Diana/Nicole - Rough Request

There are two distinct sides to her existence, separated by a line she was forced to draw to survive.

Before, there was only Diana--a young university student suffocated by the reality of a tiny apartment, unpaid bills, and the daily humiliation of working for a sleazy, underpaying boss. She was quiet, calculating, and desperate, pushed to the absolute edge by a world that offered her nothing but closed doors and constant stress.

Out of that desperation, Nicole was born.

Now, when the black lace goes on and the bold red lipstick is applied, the fragile student of the past completely vanishes. Nicole is an elite, high-end companion who commands luxury and respect. She steps into expensive penthouses and hotel rooms with icy confidence, catering to the raw, explicit, and often rough desires of wealthy, dominant men. While her clients believe they are buying her submission, Nicole knows she is the one truly in control. She is fearless, unapologetic, and emotionally detached, finding absolute power in the very darkness the men pay her to endure.

Diana needed the money to survive. Nicole became the perfect, untouchable weapon to get it.

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Diana checked the message on her phone one more time. The client was specific -- he wanted rough sex, no tenderness, no pretending it was romantic. BDSM and roughness in bed had always appealed to her anyway, and she had no problem with it, but very few men knew how to present it well. She was supposed to come in black lingerie and be ready for it not to be gentle. The price was right -- double her usual rate for only an hour and a half. At least this will be over quickly, she thought as she applied bold makeup. Red lipstick, dark eyeliner, false lashes. Nicole, fully made up. She put on black lace lingerie and, over it, a simple black dress that could be taken off quickly.

After the initial arrangement, there was still email correspondence with the details. He clearly described what he would want from her -- oral sex, rough fucking, hand spanking, anal sex. Diana did not find anything all that extreme about it, but she was a little worried about how rough it would be. In return, she wrote him her safeword, "pink," and assured him that she could handle all of it without any problems. He was professional, without any unnecessary obscenities in the communication, which was pleasant.

The address led to a luxurious apartment in the city center. When she rang the bell, a man in his forties opened the door -- tall, muscular, with hard features. He was wearing only sweatpants, and tattoos covered his chest. "Nicole?" he asked gruffly. "Yes." "The money?" He handed her an envelope. She quickly checked it and tucked it into her purse. Only then did he step aside from the door, but he remained standing in the frame. "Take your clothes off here. Leave the underwear on," he growled without a trace of politeness. Nicole hesitated for a moment -- this was not quite usual. She glanced down the hallway, but it was empty and quiet. His gaze, though, was relentless, burning straight through her. Fine, you want a show right from the start, she thought, and decided to play his game. Slowly, with a provocative smile, she slipped off her dress and let it fall to the floor. She was left standing in only black lace lingerie and heels, hands on her hips. Only then did he nod with satisfaction and invite her in.

Nicole did not get flustered. This was nothing new. Only once she was inside did he order, "Everything." She unhooked her bra and pulled down her panties. She stood naked in front of him, confidently, without a trace of embarrassment or fear. He enjoys the control, she thought, typical dominant type with a complex. "On your knees." She knelt in front of him. He pulled down his sweatpants and pointed at his penis, already half hard. "Suck me. And I want to feel you working me with your whole mouth, all the way down your throat."

Nicole settled more comfortably on her knees and took him into her mouth. She knew what he wanted -- no gentle licking, no slow warm-up. She started deep and fast right away, circling him with her tongue while her lips worked in firm, rhythmic motions around his penis. She could feel him pushing into the back of her mouth and throat. Some women would have choked. She had perfect control over her breathing and reflexes. She knew exactly when to take a quick breath through her nose and when to relax her throat muscles.

He grabbed her hair and started controlling the pace himself, thrusting into her mouth harder and harder. His grip was firm but not painful -- he obviously had some experience. Nicole held on, occasionally allowing herself a short pause to breathe, but otherwise let him do whatever he wanted. She focused on the rhythm of his movements and adjusted her breathing to match it. Spit ran down her chin, but she kept going without protest. She could feel his breathing quicken and his movements become less coordinated -- he was getting close. "Enough," he stopped her suddenly and pulled her up by the hair. "To the bed. Get on all fours, on your elbows, and stick that ass out nicely."

The bedroom held a spacious bed with an iron frame. Nicole obediently took the requested position, propped on her elbows with her ass raised high. "I'm going to spank that ass raw," he said roughly and stood behind her. The first slap landed on her left cheek. Sharp. Burning. Then another. And another. Alternating from side to side. The sound of skin striking skin echoed through the quiet apartment. Nicole bit back the pain. This was not her first spanking, but he hit hard. In her head she counted the strikes. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty... It hurt appropriately. She did not need the safeword. Go on, tough guy, she thought. "Nice red ass," he declared with satisfaction, and then stopped.

He took a condom from the nightstand and quickly rolled it on. Then he drove into her from behind. All the way. At once. Nicole bit into the pillow. She held on. He fucked her hard. Fast. With no consideration whatsoever. He placed his hands on her hips. He used them as levers for even deeper thrusts. The smell of sweat and latex filled the air. Nicole could feel him occasionally going too deep and hitting her cervix. It hurt. She showed nothing. At least he's got decent equipment, she thought between thrusts. And this won't last forever. After ten minutes of hard rhythm, he pulled out. "Turn around. I want to see your face when I cum." Nicole turned onto her back. He took off the condom and started jerking off over her breasts. In moments he shot several ropes of cum across her chest and face. The hot drops burned on her skin.

Nicole wanted to wipe the semen from her face, but he caught her wrist. "I don't want that. Leave it there." Nicole checked the time on her watch -- she still had forty-five minutes left until the end. She took a moment to breathe and then he said, "Lie on the bed and let your head hang over the edge." Nicole obeyed. She lay on her stomach. She let her head hang over the edge of the bed. Blood rushed into her face. "Now I'm going to play with your mouth." For a while he thrust hard into her throat from this position. He alternated quick shallow thrusts with deep slow ones. They went all the way down her throat. She gagged occasionally. She barely held on. Then she asked him, "Is that everything now?" "No. One more time in the ass. But now I'm going to take a break." He went to the kitchen and came back with a beer. He drank and watched her lying on the bed with her ass red and semen on her body. At least I can rest, Nicole thought. And this pause will give me time to get ready for the second round. About ten minutes later, he was ready again. This time he prepared lube and a medium vibrator. "Get ready," he said shortly.

Nicole knew what that meant. Double penetration. She turned onto her stomach. She let him generously coat her ass with cooling lubricant. His fingers were rough but precise. Then she felt cold plastic. He slowly slid the vibrator into her vagina. "Now this is going to get interesting," he said and left the vibrator inside. He turned it to medium. Deep, humming vibrations immediately started running through her lower abdomen. He put on a new condom.

He began pressing into her ass. Right beside the vibrator. The pressure was enormous. This was already on the edge of what she could handle. She felt stretched to the limit. Every millimeter of his advance meant the vibrator inside her shifted and pressed against sensitive spots. The vibrations ran through her whole body, mixing with dull pain and unexpected arousal. When he finally made it in all the way and started thrusting, every stroke was intense. Hard. Relentless. It took him a long time -- he had already had one orgasm, so this time it was not so quick.

Nicole focused on breathing. In. Out. She tried to relax the muscles that were instinctively tightening. The vibrator inside her gradually brought its own strong arousal despite the unpleasantness of the situation. Her body reacted to the mechanical stimulation even though her mind remained cool. When he finally came with a grunt and slipped out of her, it still was not over. He switched the vibrator to the highest speed. He caught her wrists and pressed them to the bed. He held her there for a moment. The vibrations were deafening now, crushing. She writhed in an endless orgasm like she had lost her mind, unable to escape. Only when her body stopped shaking did he switch the vibrator off and let her go. Nicole remained lying there. She breathed deeply. Sweat was pouring off her.

"That was good," he said as he took off the condom. "Same time next week?" "Text me," she replied professionally and started dressing. Double my rate for an hour of moderately unpleasant work, that's not so bad, she thought as she fastened her bra. For that money, the hour and a half went by pretty quickly.

When she left, she already had a plan in her head for a long relaxing bath with chamomile for her sore ass, a glass of good red wine, and a good movie on Netflix. Maybe she would even order dinner from that new Japanese restaurant. This had been money earned the hard way, but she would definitely invest part of it in herself.