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The Third Whore, or No A for Effort

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

knew he had designed a test that I would fail. Mark pushed me off his cock, and I fell back onto my butt. I rubbed the drool from my chin and looked for a tissue for my eyes. Mark grabbed a handful of Kleenex in the washroom and tossed them at me. My vision was blurry, so I caught only one of them. Fortunately, that was all I needed. I was resigned to messy, melted makeup, but watery eyes would get in the way of performance, and this guy was making me work. My last client was the exact opposite. I sat on a lounge chair in the middle of the hotel suite and he scurried about, trying to please my every whim. And I had so many whims that day. This encounter had to be some kind of karmic quid pro quo. "Are you feeling any better?" Mark inquired softly, after I had tidied myself up a bit. I nodded. "Stand up. Walk over there and tell me what you see now." He pointed to the same mirror. I cringed, knowing that I would look used and rough. I took a deep breath as I walked over. "I see a woman who was brought to tears by a cock in her throat, and a hand at her neck. She's been used very hard, and it shows. Her mascara is streaking down her cheeks, and the only lipstick left on her face is a trace of the stuff that was smeared across her cheek by a very rough man." I got even closer to the mirror since I wasn’t wearing my glasses. I turned my face a bit, as I held its skin in the brightest light. "I think I see a little redness on my cheek where you slapped me, Sir.” I turned my butt ... to the mirror, and looked over my shoulder. “There's certainly some redness on my ass from when you beat me." I looked straight at Mark. "Does this please you? Forcing me to be a witness to my own degradation?" "Do you feel degraded? I think you look great... you look like you're being used hard and well, and that pleases me. Now take off the rest of your clothes, but leave that collar on." I first removed my pumps, carefully unbuckling the straps. I sat down, stretched out my legs, and artfully removed my stockings. A girlfriend teaches the how-tos of Burlesque, and there are techniques for undressing for maximum impact, and I was using every one of them. I turned my back to Mark, in an effort to evoke the appearance of shyness as I unhooked and removed my bra, but he twirled his finger in the air, so I turned back to face him, topless and exposed. I then bent at the waist, and slowly removed my panties. "Hand them to me." I folded them in half, and deposited them in Mark's open hand. He examined them, noting that they felt moist, and then he told me to open my mouth. He placed them between my teeth. "No more speaking, whore. Do you understand?" I nodded. He grabbed my collar and led me to the bed, where he pushed me face down, onto the mattress. I arranged myself on hand and knee, and opened myself to him for the easiest of access. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him examining the items I'd brought. He was methodically opening all my bags and pouches, and touching ...