Paid In Thicc Full (Demi Rose Mawby)

[thewildcard]

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Paid In Thicc Full

The hotel room smelled like citrus-scented disinfectant and faintly of sex—or maybe that was just Demi’s imagination getting the best of her. She checked her phone again, the screen lighting up her face in the dimness, the message from an hour ago still unread: *Running late. Be there by 9.*

He should've been here by now. Most of her clients jumped, willing to treat her like a royal princess at the expense of paying for her services.

She sighed and stretched, the silk of her emerald-green lingerie whispering against her skin. The robe pooled around her hips as she stood, her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror catching her eye. Demi traced the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, the way the fabric clung to the heavy weight of her chest. Not bad for a last-minute booking with a high roller client.

After retiring from modeling, Demi Rose Mawby had taken a new career as a high class escort. She managed herself and picked her clients in DMs. Only the most exclusive and the best of the best that she made pay top dollar for her body. Her reputation had exceeded within a year. She was known for being open for business and delivering fantasies to only her most rich fans who could afford everything she had to offer.

This was her choice to indulge herself for the love of money and sex.

The electronic lock beeped. Demi didn't turn immediately. She just stood there and watched in the mirror as the door swung open, revealing a silhouette backlit by the hallway's golden glow against the walls. The man hesitated for half a breath before stepping inside, his polished oxfords sinking into the plush carpet. "Sorry about that. Some last minute call came up," he said by way of apology, tossing his keys onto the entry table with a clatter. The door shut behind him and they were alone.

Wealth was all she knew for her client Manuel Rivera. He didn't post about his life on social media, so Demi had little to go by. All she knew was that he was willing to offer six figures in money to fuck her. That was good enough.

She turned slowly, letting him take her in—the way the emerald silk barely contained her, the swell of cleavage threatening to spill over the lace trim. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. "Jesus Christ," he said at the sight of her tits, loosening his tie with one hand while the other clutched a black gift box. Demi recognized the logo instantly. It was La Perla. Expensive. Personal. She arched an eyebrow. "Do you bring presents to all your girlfriends?"

"Only you," he replied. He could've been lying but Demi didn't care. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips.

"So, should we go ahead and begin? Are you horny enough right now to do this?"

Demi answered that question by stepping back and then pulling off her outfit. She stood naked and turned around to reveal her gigantic ass.

"Wow," he said. No doubt he had seen it many times before, but the real thing in person up close like this was different from looking at pictures. She bent over, spreading the cheeks and then shook them. Demi turned around to face him as he began to take off his suit. First the jacket, then he unbuckled the belt as her knees hit the floor.

Her fingers worked the zipepr of his trousers, sliding it down, the fabric parting like a curtain before her nails skimmed the waistband of his white underwear. Her hands pressed against the underwear before pulling them down and letting his cock spring free. Demi looked up through her lashes, her lips hovering inches from his cock. "You sure you’re ready for this?" she asked, though the answer was obvious. She just wanted to tease him as he rustled his ankles to get free of his underwear and pants and leave them on the floor. Manuel took off his shirt and tossed that to the floor. He had an average stomach. Not fat, but not in shape either.

"Want me to suck you off?"

She didn’t wait for an answer from him. Her mouth closed around him in one quick motion, the taste of salt and expensive cologne flooded her nostrils. Closing her eyes, Demi took it all in as she began to suck slow and passionately.. Demi hummed. Her hand jerked what her lips couldn’t take. With the use of her hand and lips together, she was able to easy work him into pleasure. His fingers tangled in her hair, not guiding, just holding on, as if she might vanish if he let go. She looked up at him and then he lowered his hand. Demi pulled back, releasing his cock with a pop, and then took a deep breath. She spit on it and then put it back in her mouth.

Demi pulled back just enough to let her lips slide free with a wet pop, her breath hot against Manuel's cock as she smirked up at him. "Hold still," she murmured, her voice thick with promise. Then she untangled her fingers from his length and pressed both palms flat against the pillowy swell of her own busty tits, squeezing them together in a deliberate hint to show where she would take his cock next. The heat of her skin against him made his hips twitch, but she pinned him in place with nothing more than the weight of her gazing dark eyes. "I said hold still, please."

Her mouth descended again, this time taking him deep without the aid of her hands—just the slickness of her lips, the teasing flick of her tongue along the underside. Manuel groaned, his fingers flexing at his sides like he wanted to grab her, but he didn't. He stood there, letting her set the pace and suck him as she wanted. Demi enjoyed the way his thighs trembled when she hollowed her cheeks and dragged her lips up inch by long inch. She was taking her time, sucking his dick slowly. The only sounds were their breathing and the obscenely wet slide of her mouth working him over. Her voice was one muffled moan after another.

She paused at the tip like before, swirling her tongue around it before sinking her lips back down, her tits still pressed under her palms. Demi went back down, sucking harder. She then pulled back, releasing his cock entirely from her lips and spit on the tip.

"Now for the main event," Demi said as she finally let go of her own chest. The weight of her breasts settled naturally against her ribs for a breath before she scooped them upward with her little hands, the soft flesh smothering beautifully around Manuel's cock as she pressed them together. His groan was guttural, showing how he didn't expect her to do this. Even though they had conversations beforehand in DMs where they discussed tittyfucking, she found a way to surprise him in her planning of the event. She watched his face contort through her lashes, the way his jaw clenched when the warm, slick pressure enveloped him completely. "That's it," she said in a low voice, rolling her shoulders slightly to adjust the angle. "Just like that."

The rhythm started slow, almost teasing. Just the faintest rocking of her upper body to let him feel the give of her skin, the way her cleavage clung to him with each shallow thrust. Then, with a wicked little grin, she tightened her hold and pushed her tits higher, until the beautiful purple helmet of his cock peeked out from between them, glistening with her spit from the blowjob only a minute earlier. She leaned down to swirl her tongue over the tip before burying him again, this time picking up speed. The slap of flesh against flesh filled the room, punctuated by Manuel's deep breaths and low moans.

"Your tits were made for this." His compliment made her smile. "I know, I love tittyfucking," she said back.

Demi tightened her grip, ensuring every inch of Manuel’s cock was smothered between her breasts. She laughed, low and throaty, pressing down just enough to trap him in place. "That feels so fucking good," he said. It made her blush even though she had been told that by so many clients and ex-boyfriends before him.

She rolled her shoulders back, exaggerating the motion so her tits slid around his cock, making it pump up and down. The sight of his hard dick disappearing between her mounds, then reappearing glistening and flushed, was almost hypnotic. Mesmerized at the sight, he was unable to look away, not even for a mere second. Demi caught his gaze and held it as she continued to work her tits around his big dick. Manuel’s hands hovered over her shoulders, fingers twitching like he wanted to grab her but didn’t dare, not yet. She loved that about him, the way he let her take control and handle his cock at her pace. Demi slowed her movements as Manuel’s cock throbbed between her heavy breasts.

"You like that, don’t you? Feeling my tits wrapped around you like a fucking vice?" Her words were carried on with the slick sound of her skin gliding against his lengthn. Manuel jerked his hips, but she pressed her palms harder against her cleavage, keeping him trapped and making his cock harder to move. "No, honey. Just stand there and let me do the work." She was being paid for pleasure after all.

She rocked her upper body in a lazy figure-eight, the motion making her tits ripple around him, the friction just shy of unbearable. Demi watched the way his stomach clenched and how his fingers balled into a fist like he was holding on for dear life.

"Tell me," she purred, tilting her head to the left. "Do you jerk off thinking about this? About me smothering your cock like this?" She didn’t wait for an answer, tightening her grip as she continued to pump them up and down. "I know you do. I am sure you used to jerk off to my pictures and videos. All those DMs begging me to let you fuck my tits." Her laugh was smug and playful.

Slowing down, Demi watched the cock push up near her chin. She darted her tongue out and licked it. "You’re so fucking hard for me. Bet you’d cum in seconds if I let you."

Manuel reached down and pulled his cock from between her tits, like he was freeing himself before she made him cum. Demi kept her tits pushed up and pouted like her favorite toy had been taken away from her.

"What's the matter? Too scared I was going to make you blow your load between my boobs?"

He ignored that comment and pointed over at the couch. Demi moved, crawling on all fours and sticking up her giant booty. She reached the couch where she could easily put her hands on it. "How do you want me now, stud?"

Manuel's lower lip fell and eyes got big as Demi arched her back, her ass rising like a perfect, round moon against the dim hotel lighting. The sight of her right there, knees spread, palms planted on the couch, her cheeks parted just enough to tease the crack made his cock twitch in his hand. He’d seen her ass in photos, in videos, but nothing compared to the real thing: the way it jiggled when she shifted her weight and the way it looked so round and perfect.

Demi glanced over her shoulder, catching the hunger in his eyes. She winked. "Are you enjoying the view?" Her voice was smug, knowing the answer to her own question. She rocked back slightly, the motion making her ass bounce. The cheeks shook and smacked together, teasing him.

That snapped him out of his state of daydreaming. Manuel closed the distance in two strides, his palm landing on her ass with a sharp smack that echoed off the walls. Demi gasped, but it melted into a laugh as his fingers dug into her flesh, kneading, spreading her wider. "I like that," she told him biting her lower lip.

The second smack came down harder, his fingers leaving faint pink streaks across the curve of her ass before gripping her hips tight enough to bruise. Demi moaned into the couch cushions, arching deeper, presenting herself like a banquet, ready to be taken. Then he used one hand to guide his cock between her thighs and slip inside her. "Ohhhhhhhh", she cried, moaning as he sank his dick into her. He didn't hesitate to slide it all the way in, making her eyes roll to the back of her head. That first thrust went all in, even reaching her g-spot and causing her to cry.

Demi gasped, her fingers clawing at the couch as Manuel bottomed out, his hips flush against her ass. For a moment, neither of them moved. He took in the tight feeling of being inside this expensive hooker. Then he pulled back almost entirely, letting her feel every inch drag against her walls, before slamming home again. The rhythm was brutal from the start, no gentle buildup whatsoever, just the raw hunger of a man who'd been dreaming about this for months. And for so many years he wanted to Demi Rose Mawby like a whore.

"God, your ass," he grunted, "it's fucking perfect!" His hand slapped across it again.

Cheeks clapping and slapping up against him with each thrust. Demi hung her head low, letting him have his moment of control now. Her tits were shaking underneath her.

The rhythm was relentless—no teasing buildup, no slow exploration, just the hard, driving pulse of Manuel’s hips slamming into her from behind and his cock pumping in and out of her tight, expensive cunt. Demi’s fingers twisted iunable to grab the couch cushions.

"Fuck! Ohhhh god, fuck me! FUCK ME! YESSSSSS!" Hanging her head low, she cried out to him as the sound of their bodies hitting together became louder and louder. Demi had fucked so many men in this position. She just remained there on all fours, letting him take it the way he wanted.

"Don't stop! DON'T STOP! YESSSSSSS!!! FUCK ME!!!"

Her words dissolved into a high, keening noise as his pace quickened, his cock dragging against her walls in a way that coiled heat low in her belly. She could feel it building inside her. That familiar, delicious pressure bottling up. But she clenched around him, refusing to let go just yet. Demi loved this part, the way her body teetered on the edge, every nerve alight, every thrust dragging her closer to the brink. She bit her lip, her hips meeting his with every snap of his pelvis, the slap of skin echoing off the walls. And now she was pushing it back and matching his thrusts. Manuel stopped and slapped that ass as he let her take over. Demi cared more about her own orgasm than his.

Demi’s fingers dug into the couch cushions as she rocked back against him, her rhythm turning frantic, selfish even as badly as she wanted this. She didn’t care about his pleasure now. Not when her own coiled so tight it threatened to snap. Her breaths came in short, sharp gasps, her thighs trembling with each thrust. She could feel it building, that electric surge starting at her core and spreading outward, until her toes curled and her back arched impossibly deeper.

"OHHHH, FUCK!! FUCK!! I'M GONNA.... YESSSSSSSS!!!"  The words died in her throat as her body clenched around him, her orgasm ripping through her with a violence that left her shuddering. Her moan was raw, unfiltered, her hips stuttering against his as waves of pleasure rolled through her body. Manuel pulled out of her pussy as she shuddered and her cum sprayed on the floor under her. The last thing she heard from him was breathing. Heavy. She didn't know he was about to make a quick move.

Manuel’s grip was sudden. His long fingers tangling in the dark waves of her hair, wrenching her head back with a sharpness that made Demi gasp. This sudden move caught her by surprise. She wasn't expecting this. Her lips parted, moaning he dragged her around to face his cock, still glistening and rigid from her pussy and covered in her juices. The sudden shift left her kneeling awkwardly between his legs, the carpet rough against her knees, but she didn’t resist it. Instead, she smirked up at him through her lashes, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip in silent invitation. She knew what was coming.

His free hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping hard and fast, his breath coming in low. Demi tilted her chin up further. She knew he was going to cum on her face and she was ready to accept it. This was what he paid for after all and she wanted the customer to be satisfied.

"That’s it," she said. "Show me how bad you wanted this. Shoot that hot load all over my face." His answering groan was almost pained, his grip in her hair tightening as he pumped his fist around his dick.

The first spurt hit her cheekbone, hot and thick, painting a stripe across her skin. Demi didn’t flinch. She held his gaze, her lips curling into a slow, knowing smile as the second landed on her chin, then the third—a messy, uneven arc that caught her left eyebrow and dripped into her lashes. The fourth was a rope that landed on her left cheek. A fifth spurt also went across the left side of her face. The scent of his hot load filled her nostrils, and she inhaled deeply, leaning into it. His fingers tightened around her locks of hair dragging her closer as he emptied himself onto her face. The final pulses of his seed splattering across her nose, her lips, the curve of her jaw.

Manuel let go after he was done cumming on her face. Demi blinked, looking back at him.

"I take it that you are a pleased man?"

He blushed, smiling and then chuckling, "yeah, that was worth every dollar."

Another satisfied customer.

The End.