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The Third Whore, or No A for Effort

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

the head of his cock between my lips and began teasing it with my tongue. My hands were free, and I had to resist the urge to grab hold of the shaft with my right hand. I began to run my tongue the length of his shaft, from base to tip, making a big show of licking and caressing his organ with my mouth. He grabbed my hair from above and stopped my movement. "What part of 'the head only' did you fail to understand?" "Oh... I'm so sorry, Sir. You're right. May I try again? Correctly this time?" He didn't let go of my hair, as he dragged me over his knee. I smiled discreetly. A spanking I could take. I might even enjoy it. But he didn't need to know that. "Oh please, Sir. You don't need to punish me. I promise to be a better cocksucker for you." I was still wearing my dress as I lay across his lap. He lifted my skirt up, and pulled my panties down, baring my very pale ass. I decided to play coy, so I reached behind and tried to pull my skirt back over my bottom. Mark captured my wrist, and twisted it into my back, effectively pinning me to his lap. "Did you really think that would work?" He seemed irritated that I showed even a token amount of resistance. "Not exactly, Sir, but I had to try. Please don't hurt me. I promise, your cock will be my sole focus from here on in. Please let me make it up to you." My plea left him unimpressed, and he twisted my wrist harder, making me squirm to try and lessen the tension in my arm and shoulder. He barely paused as he began to spank my ... ass with his free right hand. There was no warm up spank. No teasing of the flesh. He applied full force to my bottom and I couldn't help but writhe and kick. I took the first few strokes silently, but when he didn't relent, I started trying to engage and apologize. "Oh god, Sir... please... I'm so sorry... I understand now, I'm so sorry... I'll do it better, Sir. I'll be the best hooker you've ever had. The best cocksucker who's ever gone down on you. Please give me another chance to please you..." He tossed me off his lap and onto the floor. I became tangled up in my dress and panties, so I took a moment to rearrange myself while I knelt at his feet. "Get up. I want to see what kind of whore they sent this time. Your predecessors were underwhelming, and you're not doing much better." There was no humor in his voice. Perhaps I wasn’t expert enough to understand and satisfy the man? Perhaps that bonus was beyond my reach? I wasn’t ready to write off the money, so I stood up, and looked him in the eye. "This is the kind of whore they sent you this time.” I may dislike the term “whore”, but it seemed prudent to parrot him. Besides, I’ve been called worse. For every twenty clients who are thrilled to have a safe outlet for their fantasies, there’s one who resents having to pay for it. I couldn’t tell if he was the exception or the rule, so I gave him my best “come hither” look. “Sir, you were sent a woman, because girls didn't do the trick before." "Take off your dress," he said. ...