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The Third Whore, or No A for Effort
Date: 8/17/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: VirgoGo, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories
much as I wanted that bonus, I was beginning to wonder how much arousal he could sustain and much more I could take. I was impressed, but increasingly exhausted. Perhaps it was Viagra or a past life as a porn star, but the man and his cock just kept on going. At the last possible moment, just as I was about to call “mercy”, he pulled out of me, deftly removed his condom, and ejaculated on my ass and cunt. I felt intense relief. My hip flexors and my pussy needed a break. But eager to add something memorable to the moment, I reached back, rubbed my fingers in his cum, and rubbed it all over my body while he watched. I spit the panties out of my mouth, and licked my fingers clean, in front of him. He tossed me the vibrator. "Give me a show, you've earned it." As much as the prospect of an orgasm generally fills me with delight, my cunt was beyond sore from his cock and all that thrusting. But I'm a pro, so I soldiered on. I extracted a little packet of lube from my makeup bag, and restored some of the moisture to my overused pussy. It felt good just rubbing it in, and making sure that every surface was covered and slick. It occurred to me that I might not have to fake it after all. I turned the vibrator on low, and pressed it gingerly against my clit, as a kind of warm up. Mark lay beside me on the bed, watching while he slowly stroked himself. I turned my head towards Mark, and let him see my eyes flutter while my body adjusted to the gentle and pleasurable sensations between ... my legs. I whispered to him, "Is this how you like your women? Depleted and used, barely able to move, after you're done with them?" He smiled and, to my great surprise, he kissed my lips again. His tongue probed my mouth, while I pushed up against the vibrator. Every moment with the vibrator was heightened by his kiss, and to my great surprise, it didn’t take long before I felt that tingly sensation that warns an orgasm is imminent. I interrupted the kiss. "Sir, I'm very close. May I come?" "No. But don't stop what you're doing." I lightened the pressure of the vibe on my clit, which only made me move in a more exaggerated fashion. My breathing became ragged, while I attempted to focus on his contradictory instructions. Mark whispered in my ear. "Only whores get to orgasm covered in cum, strangled by their collars... Only whores get pounded into submission by men they don't even know... Only whores wind up grateful for a kiss, instead of having their hair yanked and their breasts squeezed… Only whores sob and then beg for more. So, what are you? How desperate are you?" I found his words distasteful, but also transgressive and erotic. I knew what he wanted from me, and I knew how the evening would end. My brain, mouth and cunt synced up as I neared orgasm. "Sir, I'm a desperate whore. Please let me come. I'm so close... I need it... I need you to use me... please let me come..." I felt the sensation starting to build, like a pressure, but Mark had yet to give me permission. ...