The second time she visited him started the same: a note on the door, stripping and kneeling and waiting inside. This time she waited longer. And when he arrived he didn't use her mouth but, pushing her head to the floor and kicking at her cunt to tell her to raise her hips, slid his cock into her ass. She wasn't ready and it hurt more than it had the week before. He was fucking her this time, hard, where last week he'd made her do the work. That had been degrading but also gave her some control over how hard and fast it was. Now she had no control--naked, groaning and drooling onto the cold grey tiles that her face ground against as his wide hips slammed again and again into her tight young body.

She realised how incredibly turned on she was by this and said, "Thank you Sir". "Shut up when I'm fucking you, slut," he replied. She opened her mouth to apologise but thought better of it.