Meeting Sydney Sweeney at a Hotel Bar

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You're a prostitute doing work in LA. You've been working for a year or so and have been making pretty good money, but you're still looking to get in with some higher-profile, high paying clients. You get a phone call from a client, asking you to meet them in a hotel bar, and offering you an absurd amount of money. You immediately accept, and head over. You sit down at the bar, which is bustling with customers, and order yourself a drink to calm your nerves a little bit. As you take a sip, you look around looking for whoever your client may be. From the far side of the room, a gorgeous woman struts in, wearing a tight, low-cut dress. You recognize her as Sydney Sweeney, and then suddenly realize she's walking your away. She seats herself down in front of you, looking around the room before staring straight into your eyes. "Are you who I was talking to on the phone, baby?" she coos. You nod, and she flashes a smile before leaning in closer to you. "Here's how this is gonna work, honey. I paid you tonight because I want you to be my plaything. I want to control your every move and make you desperate for me." Her hand wanders down to your crotch. "How does that sound?" "Fuck..." you say in ecstasy, as your dick starts to harden. "That sounds great." (Rub crotch) "One more rule... you'll call me mistress. For the rest of the night. And do everything I command of you. Immediately. Without question. Understand?" (Reply, then rub crotch) "Good boy. Now... before we go upstair, to the hotel room, I'm going to jerk you off until you cum for me. Right in this bar." (Rub crotch) She nimbly undoes your belt, spits into her hand, and slips it into your pants, rubbing the saliva around your tip around the underbelly of your shaft. (Spit on dick for 30 seconds) "Stare straight into my eyes, baby. I know how hard it is, but resist the temptation for your mistress, okay?" (Same as above) She spits into your hand again, pulling the hair away behind her to show off her cleavage to you. With effort, you stare into her eyes, trying to ignore those massive tits. (Slow strokes for 30 seconds) You close your eyes in ecstasy, almost entirely forgetting that you're in public, and a moan spills out of your mouth. "Uh-huh, you like that? You like that, baby?" she whispers sultrily to you. (Slow strokes for 30 seconds) In your peripheral, you see her push her tits together, showing them off for you. "Stay focused, honey... I'll reward you if you do." (Slow strokes for 30 seconds) She speeds up the pace. You moan in pleasure. "Tell me I'm your mistress. Moan for me." (Medium strokes for 30 seconds) "Fuck, you're so hard. Get as hard as you can for your mistress. Be a good slave." (Medium strokes for 30 seconds) Sydney's been staring straight at you the entire time, completely unconcerned with whether people notice what you two are doing. You can see in her face that this is turning her on. (Medium strokes for 30 seconds) Her other hand slides into your pants as well; she spits on it and starts to delicately by with the tip of your dick with her fingers. (Medium strokes for 30 seconds while playing with tip) "Beg me to speed it up," she speaks in a hushed tone, staring dominantly at you as you follow her commands. (Same as above) "Good boy; you're earned this for being so obedient." Her hand on your tip wanders to your balls, and she begins to delicately squeeze them while she picks up the pace. (Fast strokes for 30 seconds while playing with balls) "Look anywhere you want, baby; just remember, you can't cum until I command you to." (Same as above) Precum starts to lick from your dick, but Sydney doesn't stop; her pace is relentless, gliding up and down your rock hard, throbbing cock. You're trying to remain composed, but it's getting harder as you soak in her gorgeous figure. (Same as above) "You wanna cum for your mistress? You wanna blow into your pants for me." You nod, breathing heavy. (Same as above) "Get to the edge for me... don't you dare fucking cum. Tell me when you reach it." (Fast strokes until edge) "I'm at the edge, mistress," you moan out. Immediately, she slows down her pace to an excruciating tempo, sliding your dick in and out of her hand, rubbing the tip, as precum leaks from your cock. (10 very slow strokes) "Tell me how bad you want it. Beg for release, slave. Beg for your mistress to give you permission." (Same as above) "Fuck, you're so desperate. I own you, don't I?" "... yes, mistress." "Who own's you?" "You do, mistress." "You're my slave. Say it." "I'm your slave." "Good boy." (10 very slow strokes) Sydney is inches from you. She moves her lips to your eye and softly whispers. "Cum at ten, do you hear me?" You nod. (10 very slow strokes) "10... 9... 8... 7... 6..." (Same as above) "5... 4... tell me who owns this dick... tell me... 3.... 2..... get ready for me, baby...." (Same as above) She pauses before reaching 1... you're on the edge of ecstasy, so desperate to cum for her gorgeous body, her perfect face, her massive tits, as she stare at you dominantly, still slowly stroking your dick. "You're so close, baby..... we're almost there... cum at zero." 1...." Suddnely, her pace quickens to faster than ever before. "Cum... cum, slave." (Cum.) "That was so good... I'm so wet." She rises from her seat and whispers to you, "Don't bother getting yourself cleaned up... I want you in room 712 in 5 minutes, ready for another around." She struts out of the bar.

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