grabbed me by the back of my hair. He literally shoved his dick into my mouth. I was half an inch from scrapping the skin off his penis with my teeth.
I immediately gained control of the situation since I knew my life depended on it. I repositioned my mouth so I wouldn’t gag, and I quickly tightened my mouth around the base of the head and began to take his entire dick in and out of my mouth. Instead of holding a tight grip on my hair, he loosened up a bit, which gave me more leverage to move my head back and forth.
“Yeah, suck this dick, bitch!” he instructed as he joined in the rhythm of my strokes.
Although I was not enjoying this at all, it seemed to please him, so I was all for it.
“Ahh, shit, girl! You got my dick rock hard,” he commented as he pumped his dick into my mouth even harder. It seemed like the further we got into the rhythm, the harder and faster his strokes got. Unfortunately for me I couldn’t control this situation because he wouldn’t give me any room to hold the shaft of his dick. He just wanted me to sit down and hold my mouth open just enough so he could push his penis back and forth into my mouth. So I had to go through the motions and keep my teeth as far away from his dick as possible. I found myself gagging a couple of times, but I held it together.
“Yeah, bitch! You better suck daddy’s dick!” he said. The only sound I could make as a response was a slurping sound. Saliva from a mouth and a man’s dick were the ingredients for some loud slurping noises. And I was sucking on him for dear life.
“Umm, man! Please don’t stop! Suck faster! I’m about to cum!” he yelled. And then he moaned with passion. He grabbed the back of my head really tightly as he exploded every drop of his warm juices into my mouth. Under normal circumstances, meaning like if I was getting paid for my services, I would have swallowed every ounce of his cum. But not this time around. I spit every bit of it onto the floor of his bedroom the moment he turned his head.
“You did good, girl.” He complimented me as he wiped off his dick with an old shirt.
Instead of acknowledging that he said something to me, I got up from the bed and grabbed my duffel bag so I could find some clothing. While I searched my bag, he walked up behind me and said, “Hurry up and put on something so you can take your ass out on the street and get me some money.”
Again I refused to acknowledge that he was talking to me and continued to search for something to wear.
Ten minutes after I got dressed, he handed me a small makeup bag filled with foundation, eyeliner, mascara, and several shades of lipstick. He stood over me while I made up my face. He stressed to me the importance of looking good enough for a man to approach me.
“You can’t go out there looking how you looked when you walked up to me. Ain’t no nigga gon’ pay you top dollar for your pussy if you walk around here looking like a fucking drug addict! You gotta fix yourself up. And you gotta look like something for them to even stop their car. Shit, I know because I’m a man,” he said.
He continued to give me the spiel about what he expected from me. Half of that crap he was talking about didn’t make any sense. But I listened to him anyway. I mean, what else did I have to do? I knew one thing, I was rusty as hell when it came to applying makeup to my face. I remembered I used to be a pro, but now I was just feeling my way through by applying a dab of foundation to cover up all the battle scars I’d gotten since I’d been in these streets. I also touched up my eyes with a little bit of eyeliner and mascara. And then I finished things off by applying bright red lipstick. When I looked in the mirror to check out my overall look, I didn’t look half bad. I really did clean up well.
As soon as I was done Slim grabbed me by the arm and escorted me outside. He made me leave my duffel bag behind at the apartment. But I didn’t care. I had no use for
I immediately gained control of the situation since I knew my life depended on it. I repositioned my mouth so I wouldn’t gag, and I quickly tightened my mouth around the base of the head and began to take his entire dick in and out of my mouth. Instead of holding a tight grip on my hair, he loosened up a bit, which gave me more leverage to move my head back and forth.
“Yeah, suck this dick, bitch!” he instructed as he joined in the rhythm of my strokes.
Although I was not enjoying this at all, it seemed to please him, so I was all for it.
“Ahh, shit, girl! You got my dick rock hard,” he commented as he pumped his dick into my mouth even harder. It seemed like the further we got into the rhythm, the harder and faster his strokes got. Unfortunately for me I couldn’t control this situation because he wouldn’t give me any room to hold the shaft of his dick. He just wanted me to sit down and hold my mouth open just enough so he could push his penis back and forth into my mouth. So I had to go through the motions and keep my teeth as far away from his dick as possible. I found myself gagging a couple of times, but I held it together.
“Yeah, bitch! You better suck daddy’s dick!” he said. The only sound I could make as a response was a slurping sound. Saliva from a mouth and a man’s dick were the ingredients for some loud slurping noises. And I was sucking on him for dear life.
“Umm, man! Please don’t stop! Suck faster! I’m about to cum!” he yelled. And then he moaned with passion. He grabbed the back of my head really tightly as he exploded every drop of his warm juices into my mouth. Under normal circumstances, meaning like if I was getting paid for my services, I would have swallowed every ounce of his cum. But not this time around. I spit every bit of it onto the floor of his bedroom the moment he turned his head.
“You did good, girl.” He complimented me as he wiped off his dick with an old shirt.
Instead of acknowledging that he said something to me, I got up from the bed and grabbed my duffel bag so I could find some clothing. While I searched my bag, he walked up behind me and said, “Hurry up and put on something so you can take your ass out on the street and get me some money.”
Again I refused to acknowledge that he was talking to me and continued to search for something to wear.
Ten minutes after I got dressed, he handed me a small makeup bag filled with foundation, eyeliner, mascara, and several shades of lipstick. He stood over me while I made up my face. He stressed to me the importance of looking good enough for a man to approach me.
“You can’t go out there looking how you looked when you walked up to me. Ain’t no nigga gon’ pay you top dollar for your pussy if you walk around here looking like a fucking drug addict! You gotta fix yourself up. And you gotta look like something for them to even stop their car. Shit, I know because I’m a man,” he said.
He continued to give me the spiel about what he expected from me. Half of that crap he was talking about didn’t make any sense. But I listened to him anyway. I mean, what else did I have to do? I knew one thing, I was rusty as hell when it came to applying makeup to my face. I remembered I used to be a pro, but now I was just feeling my way through by applying a dab of foundation to cover up all the battle scars I’d gotten since I’d been in these streets. I also touched up my eyes with a little bit of eyeliner and mascara. And then I finished things off by applying bright red lipstick. When I looked in the mirror to check out my overall look, I didn’t look half bad. I really did clean up well.
As soon as I was done Slim grabbed me by the arm and escorted me outside. He made me leave my duffel bag behind at the apartment. But I didn’t care. I had no use for
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