The best little whore

“Open your mouth, wider, come on my little slut, show me the best you can do.”

One of his hands is wrapped in my hair the other is round the base of his cock easing it into my mouth.

“Open that throat and let me in”

He lets go of his dick as he buries himself as far into my mouth as he can. I can feel his cock twitching as it fills my mouth. I concentrate hard on saying calm and controlling the urge to gag at his intrusion into my throat.

“That’s better slut, oh yes that feels good. I want to be able to come right here, right in the back of your throat.”

He withdraws slightly and I breath in a big lungful of air. He is looking down at me, studying my face, his eyes dancing from my eyes to my lips with are still tightly wrapped around the shaft of his cock.

He strokes away a strand of hair which is stuck to my cheek. The touch is oddly tender and loving in comparison to the tight grip of his other hand in my hair.

“You are going to make the best little whore” he says as he pushes back into the depths of my mouth

“Use your tongue; make it feel good for me. You have to make it feel good for them. I can’t get money for you if you don’t”

His words make my stomach lurch with both fear and excitement. Between my thighs I can feel my juices clinging to the velvet folds of my labia.

You want to be a good whore don’t you? I try to nod but the way he has me pinned onto his cock means it turns into the slightest of movement of my head but he can feel it.

“Good girl, such a good girl. You are going to make me a lot of money”