face is beautiful.
“Oh!” she gasps as her body begins to tremble.
She uses her orgasm to work it out, and before long, it slides farther. Once I can grip it, I slip it the rest of the way out and drop it to the bed below her. For a moment, her pussy gapes, glistening with lube and bright red from being stretched. It makes me wonder what else I can fit in there. Like my fist or an eggplant. Maybe some big, black fat dildo.
The thought is intoxicating but I know it has to wait. I can’t very well make my girl bleed before I sell her. Tomorrow, she needs to be ready for whatever those men throw at her.
“Let’s shower, baby. You have a big day tomorrow,” I tell her with a smile.
Her eyes flicker with a furious glare before she blinks it away and gives me her sweet, doe eyes. “What’s tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow you’ll be the belle of the ball. Tomorrow I’m going to make a lot of fucking money.”
“This place looks fancy,” she says in confusion as she looks out the window at the high-rise building in downtown San Diego.
I turn off the car and affix her with a smug stare. “I wouldn’t sell you to trash, baby. These people are all successful, wealthy men. Only the best for you.”
She reaches for the handle but I stop her by grabbing her wrist.
“One more bit of training before it’s time.”
Tonight she’s wearing a simple, flowy white gown that is sleeveless and hits just below her ass, showing off her sexy long legs. I’d also bought her a pair of white ballet flats because they’d seemed more child-like in nature than heels. My goal is to pass her off as the most pure and innocent little flower at the entire event. She needs to bring in the most money. I need this money.
“But, I might get messed up and then nobody will want me.” Her voice is soft. Worried. Dark eyelashes blink innocently at me. Her full pink lips that have nothing but a shiny gloss on them pout out.
She’s so fucking cute.
If I didn’t need this money, I’d turn around and take her home right now.
She’s mine.
But for a little while she won’t be.
“Baby, there’s still one thing you don’t know how to do. Let me teach you and then we’ll go inside. I promise not to mess up your hair,” I say as I touch the shell of her ear where a fragrant gardenia is tucked in her hair above it. “And you have more lip gloss in your clutch.”
Letting go of her, I unzip my slacks and tug out my already hardened dick. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time and with her dressed so beautifully, I know it’ll be perfect.
“Suck my cock. I want you to get creative. Taste me. Explore me. But don’t bite me or I’ll bash your fucking skull in,” I hiss out the last part before turning my charm back on. “When you feel me tense up, I want you to drink it all down. It will be salty and there will be a lot but I don’t want you to waste any of it. You’ll ruin my clothes if you mess up. Don’t mess up, Baylee.”
Her eyes fill with tears but she nods with determination. The girl is terrified of what’s to come but she’s resilient. She won’t have to deal with this for very much longer and I’ll take her back.
Then, all of her blow-jobs will belong to me.
Her cunt will belong to me.
That sweet, tight ass will belong to me.
Only me. Forever.
She slides her plump lips down over the tip of my dick and I groan in pleasure. With unsure strokes, she tugs at my shaft while she gently tastes it. Her tongue swirls around and her head bobs up and down slightly. She’s playing it safe though and that simply won’t do.
“Sometimes, Baylee, you’ll have men that do this,” I snarl as I grab her hair roughly and shove her all the way down my cock. “You’ll have to learn to adapt. How to control your gag reflex. To take it without showing weakness.”
Her saliva runs down and coats my balls. I hold her there, enjoying every tight inch of her hot throat until it clenches around me, her gag reflex taking over. Jerking her back off of me, I release her.
“Don’t stop,” I snap.
She coughs and sniffles but goes back to sucking me off. This time,