Get In

The carriage Stopped by where I stood,
The man on top holding the reigns
beckoned me closer.
He looking me up and down before asking
"Wanna ern some money tonight?"
 
This i found to be a stupid question
I mean, It was the midnight hour,
what else would a girl want standing
on her own in a known whoring area.
 
He didn't wait for the reponse,
  "Get in, My master"
  "he pays a good coin"
 
So, who was I to decline a warm carraige
and a coin or two as I climbed up and into
the carriage.
 
Soft velvet covered the interia,
warm and inviting.
I was expecting to be taken to his master,
His master had needs and I was to supply them.
I was surprised the gent was already
in the carriage, Obviously his needs couldn't wait.
 
I sat down as he tapped the top and closed
the curtains as the carriage moved off.
He finally broke the silence,
"Take you're clothes off"
"To many murders in these parts"
"I need to see what I'm paying for"
 
I did as I was told as he searched
through each item.
 
I didn't see it coming,
The punch to the side of my head sent me
into a daze, The next sent me to sleep.
 
I awoke sometime later,  
The pain in my head unimaginable.
The pain was nothing to being bent
over his knee as he whipped my bum  
like a man possesed, every now and again
stopping to delve his fingers into my  
very being.

 "Glad your awake you dirty whore,
come and sit on me, And ride me through
and I might let you leave with your clothes",
I dont pay whores just so you know."
 
I winced as I sat on him, feeling his
cock slide it's way inside.
My breasts were there for him to play with,
Oh he did too, Squeezing and biting and
drawing blood like some wild animal
as I rode him, As we rode inside the carriage
 
But..
You see, My plans had changed..
I would have gladly stripped and rode
this gent all night if he had been
pleasent, Could have even whipped and
called me a whore, Dirty or otherwise.
 
But..
The blows to my head had changed my thinking..
 
Oh I rode this pig animal good.
He did'nt see my hand go to my hair
and retrieve the hair pin.
 
He shuddered as he came,
He shuddered violently as I drove
the pin into his ear and brain.
 
My orgasm swept over me as I rode
his lifeless form till his cock shrank,
Never to rise again.
 
As I waited for the carraige to slow
down and make my unseen exit, I turned
the fucker over and whipped his arse,  
Till blood splattered the soft interia,
Leaving the whip sticking out of his arse.
 
I took no payment, Though the pain
in my head was banging.
The pleasure creating a child of
good stock from his seed would be
payment enough.