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The Third Whore, or No A for Effort
Date: 8/17/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: VirgoGo, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories
realized he'd maneuvered us in front of a large, full length mirror. All my primping and grooming; that careful application of makeup, seemed for naught. My hair was messy, and while I watched in the mirror, he took his left thumb and rubbed it over and around my mouth. My crimson lipstick got smudged and smeared over the lower half of my face while I looked on in horror. I couldn't help but cringe. "You don't like how you look right now, do you? Whore, tell me what you see." And without releasing my throat, he grabbed my hair with his left hand and positioned my head so I had to look at my reflection. "What do I see..." And I paused, to collect my thoughts and to figure out how raw he wanted it. I could describe things anywhere on the continuum between elegance and euphemism, to crude and gritty. I decided to begin carefully. "I see a woman trying to please a very demanding man. She's dressed to arouse. She's trying to entice. But she’s still clothed, so she hasn't succeeded." Mark shook me. Hard. "What do you think this is, some college composition class? Tell me what you see ." I inhale deeply and start again. "I see a top tier whore being used and tested by her client, Sir. She's falling short and failing to amuse. He's punished her, leaving red marks on her ass and face, and unless she starts satisfying him, he will hurt her more. Or worse still, send her home unused. Her agency will know she failed." His grip on my neck and hair tightened again. I became genuinely ... nervous. "If she can't figure out what he wants from her, she'll be useless to him. Just another worthless whore who can't please her man." His grip softened slightly. Perhaps I was onto something. "Those two other whores... the girls before me... beautiful but vapid. Utterly and completely useless. Just holes to be fucked, right? And a man like you needs more than that. More than just some holes." I reached behind me, and felt Mark's cock start to stiffen. He released my throat and grabbed my right arm, and held it tight against my body as I gripped his cock. We both stared in the mirror. "This whore has been trying, but she's a mess. Her lipstick is smeared because you wanted to insult her appearance and assault her face. It's your right... your privilege... and you are exercising it, making sure she knows who's in charge and that she's nothing but a tool for you to use or a toy for you to play with." He spun me around to face him. "Take my clothes off, whore." I felt a thrill. Neither Sophie nor Misha had gotten this far. "Yes, Sir." And I gently removed his grey wool blazer and walked it over to the closet where I hung it up. I stood in front of him, and carefully untied his tie, extricating it from his collar, and throwing it over my shoulder when I was done. I then unbuttoned his white shirt, lowering my body provocatively, so that each button was at eye level as I pushed it through the hole. His cuffs were a challenge as he left his arms by his side, so I wound up kneeling ...