Tracy strikes back

Tracy Strikes Back

Tracy stood in front of the hotel bathroom mirror and tried to steady her nerves. Just out side the door was her sixth john in seven days. She tapped her fingers against the faux marble that surrounded the sink and bent over to look at the floor as if looking for answers in the tile.

She looked back at the mirror. A tear was in her eye as she surveyed her self. She was new to prostitution; it was only her ninth john ever, and already the lace on her dress had a hole in it. The dress was made out of stringy lace and was blood red and showed an unbelievable amount of cleavage. You could see her nipples through it and her navel. It came with matching gloves. It was embarrassing for her to wear it. She couldn't stand it.

Her eyes were a vibrant green and she had what was considered a perfect face. Her hair was golden and it was turned into 7 giant curls. Her ruby red lipstick reflected in the light. And her 5-inch stilettos clicked against the floor.

She hated the pigs she serviced and today was the day that she would put an end to it. In her bag she had packed a few things that would help her get revenge. She left the bathroom, bag in hand and placed it next the bed as she sat on it. The man who sat next to her spoke first.
"What's your name?"
"Tracy" she whispered.
"My name's Dan" he boasted. She didn't care.
"Take out your cock," she ordered, "lets see what you got."

The man obeyed her. He stood up, faced her and unzipped his pants. As he did so she noted he was wearing a wedding ring and he wasn't wearing any underwear. His dick spilled out of his pants. It was a decent size, perhaps a little larger than average, but nothing special, they never were.

She said nothing as she sled off the bed to her knees and began sucking on his increasingly stiff member. As it reached its full erect state, she manipulated it with her tongue and lips leaving a trace of her lipstick on the penis. She pushed the stiff member up with her tongue to lick to area where his testicles met his penis. Tracy never looked up once. Dan noticed this and smacked the side of her head.

"Hey bitch! I'm not paying you to think of your pimp! This is costing me a lot you better look up from now on."
She was furious at his words but she continued, looking up with ice in her eyes.
"Yeah bitch, you love my cock, you love it..." he shot a devious grin at her. "Here it comes baby."
She began to pull her mouth away but he pushed hard on her head causing her to gag on his piece. Spittle got all over his groin as he thrusted and came into Tracy's mouth. He threw her to the ground and cum dripped from her mouth. She looked up at him seething.
Dan, still driven with hormones screamed at her.
"Say you love my cock!"
Timidly, she obeyed.
"Damn straight!" he lay down on the bed to regain his stamina.

This was Tracy's chance. She reached over to her bag from the floor and retrieved two pairs of handcuffs. Quickly she cuffed his hands. He obviously wasn't threatened. "What are you doing whore?" he chuckled.
She said nothing and cuffed his feet together.
He finally realized the gravity of what was going on and sat up with difficulty.
"Wait, are you a cop?" he shouted.
She stood up. "Chill daddio," she spat threw grit teeth "you'll love this. I guarantee it."
It was a lie and she knew it, but she wanted him to feel relatively comfortable before she exacted her revenge, not only on Dan but all the johns that treat their girls like shit.

Tracy stood and took off her shoes with her back facing the bed that Dan was now flailing upon. She removed her dress carefully over her head. The stretchy fabric followed her curves as she released hody ody from its sexualized crimson prison. She threw it to the floor and turned around wearing nothing but her ersatz pearl necklace and tiny flower embroidered panties.
She sported large pink nipples that stuck diagonally from her large firm breasts. She paid no attention to the brisk hotel room air as she approached her bag.
Tracy reached inside the purse and retrieved a long 8-inch strap on. She removed her panties with no elegance and attached the phallic to her pelvis. She finally spoke to the struggling man, who was now laying face down on the floor.
"Alright shit bag. You treat me like dirt and I'm guessing I'm not the first lady of the night you've treated like this. None of us want to do this, we have to and now I'm going to show what it feels like."
He finally saw what was attached to her and tried to sit up and wiggle his way to the door. She kicked the back of his head causing him to fall face forward on the hard shag rug. She pulled down his trousers to expose his hairy behind. He let out a scream.
"Oh shut up" she spat.
She got up and acquired a large ball gag from her bag. She crammed it in his mouth.
"Mmmm!" he said through the hard rubber.

She looked down at him and laughed at the sheer terror in his eyes. She stepped over him and sat on his calves. Tracy spread his ass checks to reveal the brown hole that lay deep within his ass hair. She gave her phony penis a few strokes as if it were real and then slammed it into him.
A muffled scream filled the room as she pushed, inch after inch into his tight hole.
"Shut up bitch!" she echoed his command from just minutes earlier. Her pelvis finally hit Dans's ass as the entire strap on made it inside of him.
She gave a few thrusts to Dan's screaming and then removed her array from his hole. As she pulled the hard phallic from the hole, blood leaked out of him.
She smeared the blood and spit on the strap on to lubricate it further, then pounded it back into the recently deflowered ass.
s wes were in Dan's eyes as she raped his ass mercilessly. She had purchased the thickest strap on available; it was as thick as a baseball bat. She pulled it out. Already the hole was having difficultly closing on account of the severe stretching performed on it.
The strap on had smears of shit and blood on it now. She stood up and retrieved a knife from the bag. Tracy kneeled down in front of Dan's head. He was crying and his teeth were biting hard into the ball gag.
"Listen up," she seethed "I am going to take off your gag, and when I do I'm going to stuff my gigantic dick in your mouth. You better suck on it and love it or else..." she held up the knife in a threatening motion.
"Do you understand me?"
He made no movement, just looked at her with his tear drenched blue eyes. She removed the gag and stuffed the pae ine into his mouth in one fluid motion.
"I want you to eat all of your shit off of my cock you piece of shit." Tracy spat.
She vigorously humped his mouth as he cried and wrapped his tiny mouth around the giant plastic penis. He began using his tongue to clean it of shit and blood. The stains on the strap on smeared as he took them in his mouth. He let out some horrible sobs.
Once most of the stains had been polished off of the strap on Tracy was satisfied.
"Alright my little bitch there's only one more thing I have to do" she removed her "cock" and replaced the gag as he looked up at her near perfect body. She re-brandished the knife and kneeled on his ass. Then she began carving letters into his ass.
Letter after letter, the flesh sliced open and blood poured out. She dabbed her digits in the blood and rubbed it all across her body. Then she continues writing her message as he wiggled and writhed underneath her.
When she was finished she stood up. The blood she had spread on her breasts, stomach and face had dried and she looked down at her handiwork. There in blood letters were the words: "I love the cock" a phrase that no doubt would anger and confuse Dan and perhaps even his wife. Hitheithed no longer, just sat on the floor as blood silently oozed out of him. Every once in a while he would let out a muffled sob.
She silently picked up her cloths and paraphernalia and replaced both of them in the original position. She carried her bag into the bathroom with her and looked at herself in the mirror.
In the mirror was the same face she had seen before, except now it had a large stripe of dried blood on it. She wore it with pride. There was another difference though. It was unrecognizable and recognizable all at the same time. She was free. She knew that Dan would be her final John and she knew that she had beaten something in the world. She knew that after hustling, anything would be simple. She was free.
And with that she walked out the door and into the corridor.