Monstrous Passions - Bryn Colvin

Most people have secrets, but the client who will only do it doggie style has far more than most. In the process of trying to find out what makes him tick, Evelyn will have to reveal rather more than just her body. It’s an experience that will take her into the darkest parts of herself, and to levels of pain and pleasure few could survive.

During the day, Evelyn had arranged for a camera to be placed in Katrina’s room. She sat in her own boudoir, and watched the sexy little creature ready herself, tidying the room, and working oil between her nether lips. It was a familiar, pleasing spectacle. Katrina had a cute pussy with superb muscles, so she remained tight no matter how often or how roughly clients used her. Having explored that sweet hole with her own fingers, Evelyn knew what pleasure it could give. Furthermore, the fabulous slut had a serious talent for oral sex. Whether working on men or women, she had a tongue to drive anyone wild. One of these days, Evelyn decided, she would have Ellis and Katrina to herself for an evening and let them express their artistry on her body. Fucking the staff was one of the best perks in running a whorehouse. Taking your pick of the clients had its benefits too.
Katrina had no idea about the camera, not that she would have cared anyway. She had no qualms about putting on shows with the other girls when someone wanted to watch. She brushed her long auburn hair, letting it fall naturally over her shoulders. Ready to go, she positioned herself on the end of the bed and arranged her pillows so that they supported her chest and shoulders.

A few minutes after ten, The Dog Man arrived. He didn’t look at Katrina, or acknowledge her presence with a greeting. This was consistent with everything Evelyn had heard, but even so, she found it odd. He stripped with speed and efficiency, folding his clothes into a neat pile on the chair. Naked, he wasn’t anything special to look at; a lean, pale body, consistent with late middle age. Nothing remarkable at all. He approached the bed, and placed his hand on Katrina’s back. For a few seconds, an expression resembling fondness touched his face, but then it vanished behind the austere mask he usually presented.

Katrina had left a condom on the bed for him. For a minute or so, The Dog Man worked his cock until it hardened, and then rolled the protective device down his length. Without further ceremony or stimulation, he slid himself into his whore’s ready body and began slowly pumping her.

Evelyn had seen more acts of sex than she cared to count. It took something quite special to hold her attention. Katrina had described at length how it felt, but watching this client do his thing lacked eroticism. It seemed so functional, so impersonal. Most clients showed a lot more enthusiasm for the activity, but this one didn’t appear to be enjoying it. Instead, the look on his face suggested compulsion and necessity rather than lust. She picked up a book, dipping into a delectably filthy tale, and glancing up only occasionally to see how things progressed.
An hour later, The Dog Man still stood at the foot of the bed, locked in the rhythm of sex, his face a joyless blank. The longevity of his fucks was well known. Katrina remained passive; she claimed to have mastered the art of coming without doing anything to give it away. The Dog Man took no interest in his whore’s pleasure, but disliked distractions. The ones like Corrine, who made a display of their own orgasms, did not please him. That much she had figured out. Still, and silent, Katrina remained a favourite. What exactly does he get out of this? Why does he need it to be this way? Evelyn looked a little harder at the image on her screen. He’d changed somehow. She couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but something was different. He looked taller maybe. More solid. Weird. That’s what looking at boring sex does to your brain. Perhaps. Lines of static fuzzed the edge of the image. The Dog Man turned, staring directly at her camera, a malevolent smile on his lips. Then the image vanished.

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Author Bio:
Bryn Colvin is an English author who lives with a small, rampaging child and a long-suffering husband. She has a passion for erotica, kink and unconventional tales. When she isn’t writing, or reading, she devotes a lot of her time to music and druidry.

You can find her at:
www.myspace.com/Brynneth_N_Colvin
www.brynneth.org.uk
http://groups.yahoo.com/brynsbookgroup

Also available from loveyoudivine by Bryn Colvin:

Hunting the Egret
Liam’s Lover
All the Right Notes
Denial
Eliot’s Hero
Tight, Dark Places
The Longest Night
Dream Doctor
Alternative Therapy
Enchanted Waters
Angel’s Tears
Living Dangerously
Eating Your Youth