Date: Sat, 2 Mar 2013 14:56:27 +0100
From: Carlos Carlos <carlos4cashuk@gmail.com>
Subject: Cashmaster Carlos Part 2

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more!



So you read fagboy's fantasy in my first post.   Let me tell you what
really happened – cos it was nothing like what he asked for.

I called him from the hotel lobby and told him to strip naked, put the door
on the latch, and be kneeling with this hands on his head, looking away
from the door.   He was not to turn round and look at me.   But he was to
have the £150 in his mouth ready.

I waited a few minutes, til I was sure he would be ready and kneeling,
waiting, wondering.   And I timed 10 minutes.   That would get him
wondering whether I was coming up or what was going on.   Then I went up to
the room and sure enough the door was on the latch.   I walked in and he
was kneeling, looking away, but fuck me he had his underpants on.

I walked up to him, pushed his head down so he did not see me and took the
cash.   We needed to get the initial payment out of the way up front simply
so I could be sure to get more.   I pocketed the cash and pulled out of my
bag the nastiest, sharpest nipple clamps i have.   They are on a chain, and
when you pull the chain they get tighter.

I leaned round and said to him "you were not naked like I told you so for
the whole of our session you are going to wear these evil nipple clamps.   If
you take them off I will simply get my things and go.   You want a session
now you keep them on".   I pulled his nipple and stretched the skin and
very gently put the clamp on.   I put it properly on, so that he had it
working the whole nipple.   This is a great trick cos it starts off OK, but
gets painful and taking it off after any length of time is agony.    My
guess was that if he managed to keep it on the full session he would scream
when it came off.   The other one I went for a different technique.   Not
even half on, so it really bit from the very first second.   And I let go
so the tight spring instantly bit it down into the flesh.   As I expected
he cried out.

"Shut the fuck up you big pussy, if you had had your nasty underpants off
like I told you then this would not have happened."

He asked me to take it off, and I reminded him that I already had his cash
and that if I took it off then the session would end.   I had the measure
of him perfectly cos I knew what would come next and sure as hell he played
straight into my hands.   "I will pay you more if you just take it off and
put it fully on".    I had to play this carefully.   I had to max the cash
without giving away that this was always my plan.   "Not interested" I said.
"I got my fee, I got another guy waiting, if I go now I can get another
session fee – and frankly I am pretty turned on seeing you suffer".    I
pushed the bulge in my pants into the side of his face.   His underpants
were tenting out.    I could see he was impressed.     I had to get him
turned on, and I could see he liked it.  I pulled his hand up and put it on
the bulge.   "You want some of this?"   I could see a tiny damp patch on
his pants.    I played the trump card – I put my hand down and twisted the
fully on clamp a little.  I tongued his ear gently.   He sighed.   "Please
sir, how about we start again.   I will buy a new session.   Don't go to
see someone else.     I will make it worth staying.  I could give you
another 100".

I let go of him.   I stepped back and I slapped his face.

"Fuck off"  I screamed.   "You cheapskate fag.   A session with me is 150,
not 100.   You are fucking insulting me".

"Sorry sir, sorry.   150 OK 150.   Just don't go"

"Where is the money?"

"What do you mean?"

"This extra 150 you are offering, where is it.  I am not being robbed by
some thieving homo".

"It is in my wallet, sir.  In the top draw"

A novice at this sort of thing clearly.    Hides it in the top draw, but
leaves money in it.   This was gonna be fun.
"Stay there" I shouted   "And don't fucking turn round trying to see me"

I opened the draw, got the wallet.   Bingo!   He had 250 quid in it.   Now
I had to play this one real carefully.   Overstep and he would wriggle off
the hook like a badly caught fish.

"I should just take this 250 for my trouble" I said   "You get me here, you
don't do what I say, you turn out to be a wimp when you promised I could
use you.   I am just taking 250"

"No way!"   "I said 150 and that's all.   If you try and take more I shall
call security"     I considered the likelihood of that and was about to say
he would not do it when he started to stand up.   The tent in his pants had
gone and he said "Maybe we should stop this now".   He was putting his hand
up to take off the nipple clamps

SHIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT I had to be careful.

"150 it is then gay boy.   And for that I will make it a great session now
get back down so I can take that clamp off – don't you fucking touch it"   I
stepped forward and pushed him down.  Put my arm round and undid the clamp
– and put it back on fully.   "You did say put it on properly"    I pushed
his head down and took the chain which went between the two clamps and put
it in his mouth.   "Hold that there and don't let go."

I put my arms round and massaged the nipples and clamps a little.   He
whimpered and I could see the tent was back in his pants.   He was trying
to glance round and get a look at me.   "OK queer boy, you can get a look
at me, lie on the floor".   He did.   "You can take those underpants off
and you are supposed to have the chain in your mouth".

I stood back and we looked at each other.   I was dressed in jeans, tee
shirt and hi tops.   He was naked.   I had close cropped hair.   He was
bald.   I was tall and toned and naturally a little tanned.  He was 5' 7
and flabby rather than fat.    I had my hands at my sides, he was slowly
jacking himself off.   With nipple clamps gripping his man tits and a chain
from them in his mouth.   He looked a complete prick.

"Don't touch your dick til I say".  I slapped his face.   His hands shot
away.

"I want you to lick my trainers.   Do you want to do the soles lying on
your back or the tops lying on your front".   This was a favourite choice
of mine cos it is rare to find someone who will chose the soles, at least
initially, but they all forget.   They forget that on their front they will
be lying on the nipple clamps and that hurts like hell

"Please sir not the soles".

"Oh that's a shame" I said "because I was about to say licking the tops is
free, licking the soles is 20 quid each"

"Thank god I picked the tops then" he said.  Smug cunt.   He would regret
that.

"OK then, you useless fuck get licking – and I expect to see your tongue on
the trainer all the time – otherwise I will kick your face"

He got up on all fours and put his tongue to the left trainer.   He licked
a few times and I put my other foot on his back and pushed down.   At first
he did not move so I put all my weight on the foot and he ended up lying
down.   Immediately I could see he was hurting.   So I moved my left foot a
little.  He manoeuvred to get his tongue back on it and in doing so dragged
his chest across the floor.   He actually gasped.  Whether he was a wimp or
whether he had managed to pull them hard I was not sure.    I put my weight
back on my right leg and stood on his back.    He took it well – his lips
stayed glued to the trainer.   So I started to twist my right foot.   At
best it would scuff the skin and leave a mark.   At worst, at least for
him, I would be above his nipple and make that even worse.   I moved around
a little bit and eventually hit the spot.   He cried out.

"Keep licking" I said firmly.   And twisted my right foot.

"Owwwwwww" he wailed.   So I gently tapped him in the face with the left
trainer.   "If I can hear you whining you cannot be licking – get to it or
so help me i will kick you hard enough to split your lip".     I twisted
again.   He grabbed my left foot  - doubtless hoping somehow to limit the
movement on the right.  I simply stood on his hand....and transferred all
my weight to the left foot.   He really screamed so I put the weight back
on the right and twisted viciously.

"Please sir, go easy".

"I don't do easy.    You ready to lick the sole yet?"

"Yes sir, please sir, let me lie on my back sir, please sir"

"30 quid each trainer"

"You said 20"

"I did, but now it's a seller's market.   And to prove it its just gone to
35"

I did not actually get to negotiate any further because in one move he
rolled over and was lying on his back.     He looked desperately relieved.

"I expect both trainers to be done, fully on the sole, so all of it is wet.
When you tell me you have had enough if it's not completely wet everywhere
there will be a 20 pound fine."

He simply stuck his tongue out.  Which I took to be a signal I could wipe
the sole on his tongue.   That is something I consider pretty disgusting as
he had no idea whether I had stepped in shit or anything.    I sat on the
bed and he moved himself so he could get on the left sole.   He did a
really good job.   He gripped my foot and basically wiped it all over his
tongue.   A couple of times he took one hand down to his dick and started
touching himself but after a few strokes I told him to stop.   Thats the
trouble with these ones – once they shoot they lose all interest.   And so
far I only had 370 from him.

"Finished sir" he announced and a quick inspection showed he had done a top
class job.

"Now the other one".  I said and as he got to it I made my move.   I took
my left foot and simply manouerved it under the chain on the nipple clamps.
And then I simply lifted up my left foot and pushed down on his face with
my right – very hard and very quick

I suspect the scream could be heard several rooms away as he yelled really
loud.   I had actually been a bit too hard and somehow managed to pull one
of the clamps off.  Heaven knows how, as pulling them increases the
pressure.   But now the clamp was off the blood was rushing in and that's
even worse for the victim.  I did not want to waste my chance.  I quickly
knelt on his shoulders, planted my jeans covered arse on his face and
rubbed the nipple hard.   He wriggled, he squirmed, he lashed out with his
fist (fortunately for him he missed or money or no money so help me I would
have broken his front teeth).   However it is a short run thing because
after 30 seconds the pain reduces slightly, it feels more erotic and you
start to ride the wave.   His hands headed to his dick and he was furiously
jacking.    I stood up.   With the chain of the clamp in my hand – still
attached to one nipple.    "Stop wanking or I will pull this one off".   He
stopped dead.    "That was a mistake, I should have left both on but it is
your big chance.   Do you want it back on or do you want it off?"   I was
about to say 20 quid to leave it off when the dirty little pain pig said
"Please sir, back on, but back on properly"

I carefully and gently put it back on.     His dick was roaring and
dripping pre-cum.     He actually looked quite horny so to put him in his
place I slapped his face really hard and announced "I need a shit".

"Please sir I am definitely not into that"

"That is OK you can simply kneel by the toilet and watch.  I thought you
were into piss?"

"Yes sir, but not shit"

"OK as you did not wimp out with the nipple clamps we can do piss as well –
get yourself in the bog"

He scurried in there like a greyhound released from the trap.

I followed him in.   And he was kneeling next to the toilet.   "What do you
want, you filthy cunt?"

"Please sir, can I have your piss sir?"

I wondered about whether I could sell it to him but that seemed a bit
obvious.

"You can have my piss but you can't see my dick.  I don't want you getting
off on my fucking knob, thats disgusting.   Put your head in the bog and I
will piss on your head"

I was expecting a bit of complaint, they usually beg to drink piss direct
from the dick.   But he did not make any protest just leaned forward and
put his head over the toilet.   I grabbed the back of his head and pushed
it down "in the bog not over it you fucking retard.  With your head half
out, the piss will go on the floor and trust me any on that floor and you
are licking it up."

I always prepare for these sessions, I had drunk about 3 litres of water
and was needing to take a wicked piss.    With his head down the bog I
unzipped, pulled it out, skinned it back and let go.   I pissed for a few
seconds and then made my move.   I flushed the toilet.   And as I did so I
lifted my foot up and pushed his head right down into the swirling
water.   That
was also the perfect position to piss on his back and particularly all over
the floor.   I love these modern hotels.   They do not have an individual
cistern.  So as soon as the flow stopped I let him think it was over by
starting to lift my foot off his head.   And then pushed down harder and
flushed again.    He was making a bit of noise but nothing too panicky.  So
I let the flush finish and then did it again.   This time he freaked he was
coughing, and choking, and frantically trying to get his face out the water.


I let him up.   He was very wet and coughing but I actually think he was
crying too.   Kneeling there.   Pissy hair.   Pissy back.   Kneeling in a
lake of piss.   Crying.

"Sorry sir, I am so sorry, I thought I would drown".

"Stop whining and get cleaning this piss up.   I still want to take a shit
and I am not doing it surrounded by cold stale piss so get slurping."    I
felt a bit sorry for him.    I had pissed an incredible amount.   In
addition the flushing, with his face stuck in the bog, had sprayed water
all around.   And then him lifting his face out it had run off his head and
face and onto the floor.   It was a pissy lake.   He started licking but
after a minute it was clear we could be here hours.

"You want to buy the toilet roll and soak it up with that?    Rolls are
cheap you can have the first roll for £10 and if you need the other then
its £5".     He snapped the bargain up and instead of unrolling the paper
used the roll to soak it up – not surprisingly he needed both rolls.   "You
missed some" I said pointing to splashes away from the pool.   Eventually
he had cleaned it all up.   I could not believe my luck.  I had tried this
a few times but never actually got the daft cunt to use up all the
paper.   This
would be fun ....somehow "pay dirt" seemed the appropriate expression for
my plan.

"You stink of piss faggot.  I am going in the bedroom.   You take a shower.
And make sure you wash your back and your hair – if I can smell piss on you
I will beat your arse with a belt and take you for another £100.   And make
sure you are dry.  I don't want to get wet"

"And keep those nipple clamps on" I yelled as I disappeared into the room.
I went to the mini bar.   There was beer, which was what I wanted, but a
half bottle of champagne which I took.   And a very nice classy jar of
peanuts.     I did not really want either but I wanted to sting his bill
too.   I put the tv on and loaded up a porn movie.    I kicked back and
waited watching some really shit lesbian porn.  Sadly, he made no comment.
He saw what I had done and I guessed decided it was too late to
complain.  Which
was a shame cos I had wanted to manoeuvre a row so I could beat him up a
bit.

"Time for a shit" I announced walking into the bathroom.  "As you are not
into shit you can either kneel and watch here or go into the other room and
watch Melissa and Mandy working each other over".   I knew what he would
say, they always do "I'll watch you sir".   I dropped my jeans and my
undies and let go.   He watched fascinated as I took a dump.    I wanted
him to be sure I had shit properly cos the fun was about to start.

"Have you used up all the paper cleaning up the piss?".    He looked
horrified.  I think he suddenly realised what was coming,   "Its fine by
me, just means you gonna lick my arse clean".

"Please sir, no sir.   I said no shit"

"So you expect me to go round with a shitty arse do you?   Don't be so
fuckin silly.   You used the paper up, you can lick me clean".

"You can wash it sir, you could shower it off."

But my planning was working out.   This is what makes me good at this.   I
think ahead.   I plan ahead.    I know what they will say.

"And what would I dry it with?   You have used all the towels getting the
piss off you.   And I am not using a pissy wet towel on my arse so lie on
the floor and stick your tongue out"

"I will find something sir".   He dashed out of the room and returned with
the shirt he had had on.   I am sure he planned for me to dry my arse after
I washed but I took it off him and used it to wipe my arse direct.    I
wiped a couple of times and threw the shit wiped shirt at him.   He looked
appalled.    "Put it in the other room, it smells.   And then get back in
here".

He scurried off and when he came back I was ready for him.  I grabbed his
face with my hand and gobbed right on his face.   I put my fingers in his
mouth and pulled his mouth open.   I gobbed right in his mouth.   I looked
down.   I was right.   He was hard as a rock.   I firmly said "lie down in
the bedroom and stick your tongue out.  I am gonna wipe my arse on your
face.   The shits wiped off, it's just sweaty now".   He went to argue so I
slapped his face "do it, now" I shouted.

I had guessed right.   5 seconds later he was on his back.   Tongue out,
playing with his dick.    I kicked my trainers off, and removed my pants.   I
squatted over him and slowly lowered my dirty hole onto his tongue.   He
licked once and backed off.   He had tasted shit for sure.   "Do it, slave"
I said firmly.   He wimpered but did not move.   I grabbed the nipple
clamps and twisted.   "I will twist these fuckers til they bleed if your
tongue is not cleaning my crack in 3 seconds".

People say getting a blow job off a guy is good cos they know what to do.   In
my experience no girl will rim you, so you want that its gotta be a fucking
fag.   And this one was good.   He got over the taste and got into it.  He
was right up and down my crack.   He started feeling my arse as he did it.
I was getting hard and he was like a fucking steel bar.  Then his hands
shifted down to his dick.  I let him jerk a few times, while i wiped my
crack up and down his mouth and nose.   And then I made my move.

"Its clean now.  So no need to keep licking.  You want to lick it more then
you have to pay – its 10 quid a minute but if I can make you say "stop" its
an extra 30".

"You are not shitting in my mouth, so I am not doing that"

"I won't shit – just 10 quid a minute and 30 if you say stop"   I wiped my
arse on his face and he kept going so I guess terms were agreed. After
about 40 seconds I said "one minute" ....well he could not see the clock so
what did I care*.   *Another 30 seconds I said "two minutes" and then I
made my move.    I grabbed the nipple clamps and started twisting them.   At
first not too hard and he was enjoying it then I got bored squeezed with
all my strength and he instantly screamed "stop".

"30 quid you owe me" I said and he started to protest.   "You said if I
said stop arse licking".   "No I  didn't I very carefully said if you said
`stop'.     You did 3 minutes and you said stop so thats 60 quid.

You seem close to coming.  Are you?"

"Yes sir"

"Well we can't have that"    I went into my bag a got handcuffs.   "Turn
round"    Stupid cunt had his hands down by his arse.   I bent them up and
handcuffed them behind his back pointing to his head.

"No wanking for you" I announced.      "But you can chose what we do now.
You can suck my cock.   I will make you gag and choke and I won't stop til
i come.   You chose that option you get it for free but nothing you do or
say makes me stop.....trust me none of my repeat customers ever select that
one again.   So maybe first time out you want to avoid that"

"You can have the same deal but you get to control it.    It's not as much
fun for me so you have to pay for my trouble.   I charge 40 quid for a
controlled face fuck....and I stop only when you say "another 25"

"Or we can play with your arse.   I have 4 dildoes in my bag- ranging from
"normal cock size" to "oh my fucking god".   They are numbered 1 – 4.   You
pick a number and whatever number you pick I fuck you with it.   If you
give up before its fully in, you pay 50 quid cos you are a wimp.   But once
its in I wont charge to fuck you with it."

I thought he would go for the controlled face fuck.   His story had not had
much arse work in it.   So I was surprised, and pleased, when he went for
the dildo.   The dildo is my best earner.

Pick a number.     I did not care what he picked.   There was no small one
in my bag.    All of them were really fat – modelled on donkeys I suspected.


He picked number 3 and I brought it out.    It was actually the smallest of
the 4 but he looked really disappointed when I pulled it out of its pack,
clearly marked 3.    He said "shit I picked a big one".   I did not say
anything.   I just threw it to him and said "get it up".   With his hands
behind his back and no lube it was never gonna happen but it took him a few
minutes of faffing around before he announced that.   He said that 50 was
not fair as there was no lube.   I agreed and said that he could borrow my
lube for 10 quid.

A few minutes later he is trying to sit on it without slipping.   It was
funny to watch so I left him for a while then I made my move.   I stepped
forward and placed the dildo on the floor.   I put my arms under his pits
and manouvered him on top.   I lowered him down and on only the second
attempt he said "yes sir, there sir".   I lowered him a little further and
then pulled my arms away.   There was a pretty loud scream as his weight
dropped him on it, but he was quick and recovered.    I stepped forward and
putting my hands on his shoulders pushed down hard.   He had no choice but
to take it.   Right up his hole.   My guess was it was never tight.  My
certainty was it was not now.   I kept pushing.   Soon he was sat flat down
on the floor with it right up him.    I pushed him forward.   Without hands
to break his fall his head hit the ground and his arse was in the air.   I
slowly pulled the dildo out.   To the very brink of popping out – and then
completely.   I pushed it back in a little then used my trainer to gently
push it the rest of the way in.    Then I pulled it out again– quicker.   And
this time I used my trainer to kick it back in.     Then I pulled it out
and kicked it back in – harder.   And again.   And again.   His dick was
dripping pre cum but he was also moaning and whining.

"You can say stop any time" I said but the brave little faggot said nothing.
So i speeded up and got rougher.   Kicking his arse, kicking his nuts a
little and kicking the dildo full on.

 "Please sir, please stop".

"Sorry, I am enjoying it.   You want me to stop its another 50 quid"    Even
with his guts being skewered the tight fisted little twat starts arguing
"you said there was no charge to fuck me with the dildo"    I laughed
"there isn't.   The only charge is to stop.    Otherwise I will do this
until your arse is so loose a fucking traffic cone wouldn't be an issue"   I
kicked again, making sure this time I got a bit of contact with his balls.  He
yelped but did not say stop.    I was pissed off.   This was actually
boring.   I was not gonna waste my time doing this if he liked it.   I
grabbed his balls so as to hold him and used the other hand to pull the
dildo out.   I belted his balls with the big rubber knob and then stuck it
in his arse.   I held onto those balls and began to squeeze and to
crush.   Another
in and out with the dildo, one final really hard whack on his balls and he
yells "stop".    "What you going to give me?"   I asked.    "50, 50, 50
just stop"   I let go.   But not before I had pushed the dildo back in one
final time.    We had just passed the 500 quid mark.   I hoped he was
counting – I was.

And that was when we paused.    He was on his knees.   His head on the
floor.  His arse in the air.    His hands handcuffed behind his back.  His
nipples clamped.  A dildo all the way in his arse.    I stepped back to
admire my handywork when I saw it.   His iphone.   Oh joy.   I picked it up
and was delighted to see he had no password on it.

"Its picture time" I said taking a photo of his fat greasy arse.

"Put it down now" he said, very firmly.

"Fuck off fat boy" I replied.    "You are pretty stuck there if I don't
help you up.   Whats more I can keep you there if I want".   I stepped
forward and put my foot through the chain of the nipple clamps and stood
firmly on the floor.   My guess is you are not moving now.

At this point some people would give up but fat boy was stupid. "if you
don't put it down then we are ending this now and I won't pay you what I
owe you".  Keeping my foot on the chain I used the other foot to kick him
in his side – hard.   I lifted his head up and gobbed in his face – that
must have pulled on the clamps cos he started to yell abuse.   I kicked him
in the side again and took the belt from my jeans.

"Never, ever, ever say you won't pay what we agreed" I shouted and brought
the belt down hard across his arse.   He gasped.   The second blow went
across his legs which really hurt and the third blow would have been on his
arse hole but with the dildo there the end just flicked his nuts.   "Tell
me you did not mean it".   I shouted using the belt across his back.    "Tell
me or so help me I will whip your back till it bleeds and send pictures to
the fucking Daily Mail"

"Sorry sir" he said.   "Not good enough" I shouted kicking his side again.


"I will pay you sir, I promise, just don't take a picture"   "Too late" I
said, lifting his head up so I could gob on him again.    "Its already
taken – and if you piss me off I will send it to everyone in your address
book.    Now shut up and take your beating."

I was not hard but I did not stop moving up his legs, his arse, catching
his balls, the only disappointment was his arms were in the way of doing
his shoulders.   Whipping a guy's shoulders always gets a good reaction.    He
was trying not to wriggle cos I was stood firmly on the nipple clamp chain.
I really worked him and was impressed he was not begging me to stop.   But
impressed only goes so far.  I was getting bored and we had been at this
for well over an hour.   I never clock watch but i did not want to be a
bargain.    So I moved to kicking him.   Hard.   In the ribs, on the legs,
on the dildo stuffed up his crack and eventually I decided it was time to
move on.

"I want to kick your balls.   I want to see what you can take."

"Not much sir"

"Well let's do this, i get 10 kicks.   If you wimp out after kick 1 you owe
me 50 quid. 45 on second but here is the real deal.   You take all 10 kicks
and I will let you off 100 quid of the debt. "

I knew he would agree and so I got him to spread his legs.   I wanted to
make him think he stood a chance before I really made my move.   So I was
fairly gentle.   I made out I thought I was doing it hard but actually the
first few were very bearable.   Indeed he actually said "now only 30, now
only 25".   When we got to 15 I made my move.   "You are pretty amazing on
the ball punishment.   We have 4 left.   If you take all 4 I will let you
off 200, but if you can't take 4 you owe me 50".   The arrogant bastard
actually said "No sir – we are down to 15 and I am going to win".   I
normally make my move on the last chance but I was so pissed I did it then.
I swear to god his balls must have shot to his mouth.   I dropped kicked
that arrogant bastard's nuts like I was putting a football up the pitch.   I
caught them perfectly.   Better than I could have hoped.    He actually
went white and started to shake while sobbing for me to stop.    What was
even funnier was he was so tense he had managed to crap the dildo out.

"I want to play this again.   Same rules"  I said     I swear to god he
started to cry.   He begged me to undo his hands and let him nurse his
swollen balls.   I told him he could have the key for free but if he wanted
me to undo him it was 20 quid.   He begged me to undo him quickly.   And he
was holding his nuts and I wondered had I over done it cos his hard on had
subsided.   But within a few minutes he was moaning less and looking at me
again.

"OK lets bring this to an end.   I am gonna take the nipple clamps off and
play with your nipples.   Once you come thats it – but if you ask me to
stop playing with them before you shoot then I win 50 quid."

"Thats not fair – you have clamped them for ages they will be really sore".


"So what do you suggest?"

"Please sir, can I suck your dick as i finish off"

"OK, but if you say stop its 50 quid".

He agreed, so I told him to kneel down and face me.   I took my rock hard
dick, went through the chain between his nipples and wiped my dick on his
lips.   He opened wide and I said "am gonna choke you of course, you want
me to pull out you wave your hands – cos you wont be able to speak.   And I
get 50"

I started gently to fuck his mouth.   This had to be done carefully cos I
wanted to ensure I had him right on the edge when I made my move.  I pushed
further, and rode his face.  He started to wank faster and his breathing
increased.   "You spunk on me and you will fucking give me another 50, do
not get your junk on me you twat."   He tried to say OK.

And then it was time.   I slammed my dick in his throat, I held his head
there and I pushed like fury.   He tried to wank but he was gagging and
sure enough within seconds his hands went up.   I pulled out.    "you owe
me 50" I said triumphantly stepping back.    He was straight back to
wanking but my dick of course pulled on the chain of the nipple clamps and
they tightened and pulled.  He howled.   I kept pulling back.   His nipples
were pulling right out.     He screamed for me to stop.   "You want me to
stop moving back its another 50" "yes yes yes" he yelled wanking like there
was no tomorrow.   I stepped forward and shoved my dick right down his
throat.    This time I did not need to hold him there.   He was cumming and
 so I fucked his face.    With my free hand I undid the clamp on the left
nipple.   He wailed loudly.    He was gagging and gasping and I felt his
spunk splatter on my leg.   I glanced down.   He was slowing off.    I
pulled out and as he eased out of his orgasm I slapped his face really hard
and yelled "you came on me, after I said don't, you came on me.  Now lick
it off"

He gently licked my foot and my leg.   I leaned down and took off the other
nipple clamp.   I started to play with the nipple but he slapped my hands
away "that's enough" he said.

He was wrong, it was nowhere near enough but I told him anyway.   "No
charge for stopping – but on top of the £300 you have already given me you
owe me a further £340 quid."    He looked astonished.   "You arguing cos I
can account for every penny".

"But sir I don't have 340 quid".

"You have a credit card.   You can get cash with that – for sure you can
get 340 no sweat.  You agreed to every penny and you know it.   You told me
what you wanted in that email and so I did it.   Now get dressed and lets
go to the cash machine round the corner, I have another customer."

I marched him to the machine.   He got out the money and reluctantly handed
it to me.   There was an old couple behind us in the queue but I did not
care I leaned forward, grabbed his balls hard and as his mouth opened with
a gasp I gobbed right in his face.   "Call me next time you are in town" I
said, turned and walked off.    I didn't look back until I had walked a
short distance.   He was stood, staring at me, and rubbing his dick through
his pants.   The old couple looked shocked – he still had spit running down
his face and he was smiling.   I had a bulge too – but it wasn't my dick it
was 640 pounds in cash.   Not bad for 90 minutes work.

I have a few more sessions I could write up so please, if you want more
stories like this on Nifty drop me a note.