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The Third Whore, or No A for Effort

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

more, as I hung out on the floor waiting for the next hint about his proclivities and preferences. He played with his phone, so I set about emptying my Birkin without using my hands. If he wanted to stop this obscene spectacle, he could, but I wanted to give him something to think about while he checked his email. I raised my ass as high as I could, deliberately lifting up the hem of my dress, to reveal the tops of my thigh highs and my butt-floss thong. I nudged the bag with my nose to tip it over, scattering the contents on the floor. I then set about putting them in an orderly row. With my teeth. It was an irritating chore, but I thought he'd find it compelling. Every so often, I'd peek at him sitting on the couch, observing my slow progress. Makeup bags beside one another. Ropes beside the cuffs. Collar beside the ropes. Scarves, hose, panties, all in a line. I'd get everything in a row, and then decide it wasn't quite right. I was killing time, repeating and refining my lineup until Mark decided he wanted something else to happen. I only had to spend five minutes or so, organizing the contents of my bag, before Mark stood up and positioned himself in the middle of my array. I lifted myself up, onto my knees, and looked up at him as submissively as I could. The booker was right - I wouldn't wish for a blindfold. He was tall and elegant. His wavy dark hair was brushed back from his face, and he didn't have the hard, misogynistic look of many male tops. He smiled, or at ... least he smiled for a millisecond before grabbing my hair and pulling my face into his crotch. A little initiative seemed appropriate. "May I undo your pants? I'd love to suck your cock, Sir." Who'd say no to that? It was forward, certainly, but the use of the honorific "Sir" would signal that I understood my place. The millisecond smile reappeared, and he said, "You may." I carefully unbuttoned his pants, unzipped and unhooked them and lowered them down over his muscular ass. "Sir, can I help you take off anything else? You might be more comfortable with less on..." He paused, as if to think about my suggestion, and slapped me in the face and growled. "If I want you to remove more, I’ll tell you to remove more." I sat back on my knees, caressing the left side of my face, where the blow still tingled, and I looked up and nodded. This had gotten very serious very fast. The blow didn’t exceed my limits, but it did make an impression. "I'm so sorry, Sir. My mouth got ahead of your orders... I was just a little too eager to suck you. I'll try harder." "Don't try harder, whore. You don’t get an “A” for effort with me. Do better." The man demanded results. "Yes, Sir." And with that brief interaction, I had a pretty clear notion about what the mystery lawyer was into. The outstanding question was, did I have the wherewithal to satisfy him? He stood in front of me, as I began to caress his cock with my fingers. "Use your mouth. No hands. And the head only." I looked up at him as I took ...