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The Third Whore, or No A for Effort
Date: 8/17/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: VirgoGo, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories
as I undid his wrists. I stood up, eased the shirt from his body, and then walked it and Mark's tie over to the closet. I lingered on his undressing a bit. I wanted to look servile and thorough, but I also wanted to run through contingencies and options for what he might want next. I got down on all fours, as close to the floor as possible, and untied and loosened his shoes. He stepped out of them, and then I began on his socks. Socks had to come off before pants, otherwise the gentleman looked ridiculous to me... and I really didn't want to stifle a giggle. His socks came off without a problem, and while I was down at floor level, it occurred to me that some symbolic submission might go over well. I kissed both of his feet, looked up and thanked him for letting me stay. He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. It was unclear to me when he did up his pants again, but sometime between my failed blow job and my mirror monologue, he had zipped and buttoned himself up. Once again, I undid the button holding his grey trousers closed and, with a practiced delicacy, unhooked the tab. I unzipped him and eased my fingers into his blue and green plaid boxers so that I could remove his pants and underwear simultaneously. I eased both layers over his ass, and his hard cock sprang free. He pushed down on my head to steady himself as he stepped out of the last of his clothes. I folded the underwear and placed them on a shelf inside the closet and, after giving the pants a jiggle to see if ... the pockets were empty (they were), I folded the trousers over the hanger and closed the closet door. Mark remained standing more or less where I left him. "Who are you? Why are you here?" Yes, my predecessors were accurate. The guy liked to ask questions. "Who am I? Just another hooker trying to monetize her assets. Beyond that, Sir, what does it matter?" I wasn't going to get into my graduate degrees and my days as a consultant at McKinsey. My hometown was of no import. Likewise my future plans. It was all too personal. Moreover, it was not germane. "Why am I here? Because your friend called my agency, and I'm the only girl left for you to try. You sent the other two girls home in tears, so now you get me. My fate is entirely in your hands. Likewise, your pleasure. That said, I love a challenge... and you, Sir, are a challenge." I walked over to my neat rows of toys and tools that I had left ordered on the floor, and I picked up the collar and removed my pearl choker. "If I put this on for you, Sir, will you use me? I just want to serve you and your cock today." "Put it on, whore. But I haven't decided if you are worth my time. Your mouth was second rate and you can barely follow instructions." I pulled my hair to the side, and placed the leather collar around my neck. I got it snug, and then buckled it in place. "Sir, this should make it easier for you to control me. I do want to please." I took his right hand between my palms, and brought it up to the metal o-ring in the ...