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The Third Whore, or No A for Effort

Date: 8/17/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: VirgoGo, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

front of the collar. I guided his index finger inside the ring. "I'm yours to use. Please take me." I was either a glutton for punishment or for novelty, but I found him intriguing. It's not part of my job description to get aroused, but that day, it was a welcome perk. I ran my fingers over his face and kissed him as seductively as possible. His lips. His neck. His ears. His lips again, only they were open the second time, and I felt his tongue penetrating my mouth. I licked back, only to feel myself being slowly pulled downwards by my collar. Mark had left his finger in the metal ring and he began directing me and my mouth to other parts of his body. It was a slow meander over and past his nipples, down his lean stomach, and then to the small tuft of pubic hair hiding the base of his shaft. "Open your mouth and keep it open," he commanded, and so I did. My mouth gaped as I looked up at him. He then shoved his cock between my teeth and as far down my throat as it would go. Involuntarily, I made ridiculous noises as he fucked my face. I tried to adjust, to mitigate the pornographic gargling sounds, but I was stuck. Leaving my mouth open, per his instruction, seemed to invite horrid slurps. As someone much more familiar with topping than bottoming, these small surprises confused, appalled and fascinated me. But just as I was thinking about the delicious irony of my situation, his right hand caught my cheek. "Focus, whore. I'm using your mouth and you need to do it right. If I ... feel any teeth, you will regret it." I opened my mouth wider, covered my teeth with my lips, and readied myself. If I thought the first time sucking his cock had been intense, this was harder and more furious. I steadied myself on my knees as he roughly pulled and pushed my head and mouth along his shaft. Between the micro adjustments to keep from gagging, the stress of keeping my teeth covered, the ache in my jaw from keeping it open, and the disgusting sensation of drool and pre-cum trickling down my chin, I wasn't sure how much more I could take. He must have sensed my growing anxiety, as he stopped. "Whore, get it together. Don't be as useless as the others. I'm not done with your face yet." As he said that, he put both hands behind my head and pulled me into him, inserting his cock as deeply as it would go, while simultaneously causing me to gasp and sputter. He slapped my face. Again and again. And though I was desperate not to cry -- How embarrassing! How unprofessional! -- my chin quivered and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. He seemed indifferent, or perhaps he was aroused by the way I was teetering emotionally, and without pausing, he pushed his cock deeper into my throat. This gesture overwhelmed my senses, and tears began rolling down my cheeks. I looked up at him, so he'd know how challenging this was, and between thrusts I sputtered and quietly said, "Please..." He finally looked down at me, as I tried my hardest to remain composed and focused. We both ...