Dion was the first one to come into the room. At first I didn’t know what was happing until I noticed him taking off his pants.  He definitely took an enhancer or something because his dick was longer and bigger than usual.  He got on the bed and straddled my chest, with his left hand he opened my mouth and stuffed his dick in.  He shoved it down my throat, making it difficult for me to breathe. 

Without realizing what I was doing, I bit down hard on his dick causing him to jump back and pull out of my mouth.  I finally could breathe again, but Dion wasn’t happy and didn’t care that he almost suffocated me with his dick.  He called me a stupid whore and socked me in the face a couple of times.  I felt my face bruise and swell right away.  The blood seeping from the wound on my face mingled with the tears I had begun to shed.  I wished he would just knock me out, but he knew that a bruised prostitute didn’t make a lot of money.

After a couple of seconds he was back on the bed rougher than ever.  Unlike a few times we’ve had sex I wasn’t turned on by him and was very dry.  Come to think of it, I was high the majority of the time we had sex so it was easy to be turned on.  Not this time though.  This was all about punishment and submission.  He wanted to prove that he was the only one who controlled my life, not me. 

He shoved his dick inside me hard and I felt my insides tearing.  Oh he definitely took something because I was painfully full.  So painful that I began to cry again which just caused him to thrust into me harder and harder until he finally came.  I felt his warm sperm flood into my center and that’s when it hit me that he wasn’t wearing a condom.  After a few more minutes of his fucking me, I just couldn’t handle the pain anymore. I closed my eyes, shut out the world, and retreated to the good days of my life, praying he would finish soon.  When Dion came inside me for a second time, he removed his dick, dressed and walked out the room.