The best penance

The pharmacy was in darkness. We had entered through a door that connected the premises to the portal. He turned on the bathroom light in the back room. He didn't want any light to be visible from the street.

Should I take the initiative? He took my hand and placed it on his package.

"Do you remember this, little whore? I hope you haven't forgotten... You would be very ungrateful..."

"I won't lie to you. I've already given myself a few handjobs remembering the blowjob in the garage."

"I know you liked it," he added. "You left quite satisfied."

"Yes, but you dispatched me with such rapidity..."

"You come, you suck me, and... maybe you didn't understand what I wrote. More clearly..." he replied with a mocking gesture.

"Today, I'm the one who's going to take revenge for how you threw me out," I said with a playful tone.

I started undressing and ended up naked. He watched me, almost drooling.

"You didn't let me touch you or touch you at all, I left like a rabid dog, bastard," I started unbuttoning his belt.

"What a faggot! I expected you to feel obligated and do it because you were submitting to me. And now it seems you want it more than I do."

I knelt down. I pulled down his pants and underwear.

"Does that bother you, Mr. Aranda? It should make you feel proud. You want me submissive and submissive. I don't know if I expected the little whore to show herself more eager than you?" And I put his cock in my mouth.

In the garage, he had been dominant but certainly restrained. The respectable pharmacist and family man hid a master within him that had never seen the light.

"Still. Still, daughter of a great whore, still now."

He took it out and looked at me with an insatiable face. He gave me a couple of slaps. One entered my mouth, the other landed on my cheek.

"Damn it! How I came in the garage! Do you want it again, little whore?"

I knew what to answer in these cases...

"I would go crazy, bastard, but why don't you put it in me too, darling? Yes, please," I tried to be very feminine. "Fuck me! Fuck me like a bitch, Mr. Aranda!"

He gave me a couple of slaps in the face. They hurt, but I found a certain punishment in them that I had been seeking for a long time. And he told me to get on all fours on the sofa in the back room. And so I did.

"Did you get a condom?" I reminded him, already face down on the sofa. I received a good slap as a response. This was followed by three or four more that made me feel an internal heat that devoured me.

From then on, I felt that I was at his mercy. And I was afraid, but I felt eager for him to give me some good thrusts.

"Damn, what a cunt! You must have had a few already, bad whore, but you have it very closed. What a daughter of a great whore."

The thrusts were getting stronger and stronger. I felt my nipples hard as...