Cock Counting
If only she was better at counting dick she wouldn't get herself in such bad situations
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“I know you’re in their bitch,” Richard rattled the door handle. “You owe me. Three months. I’m calling the cops if you don’t come out.”
The door finally opened, and a face appeared behind a chain. It was a pretty face, if rather gaunt, like she hadn’t been sleeping or was not long awake. It was three in the afternoon.
“Look, darling, I really like you, you know that, but this can’t go on. I gotta get someone else in. You need to go.”
“Don’t kick me out, babe. Give me another chance, ha?” She pursed her lips in a mock sad face.
Those lips. Fuck! So full. So kissable. Made for blowjobs. Her young body was fine, but her lips kept the landlord up at night. The lips and the sight of her face, squashed through the chain, gave him an idea.
“You good with a little head for it?”
“Sure,” she said it so quickly, he knew that was what she was after, that she must have paid elsewhere like that. But he was going to really make her pay.
“You owe me nearly $3000. I want cum in your mouth for every hundred dollars.”
“Man, that’ll take me a month of sucking you off!”
“No, we can finish it tonight. Get on your knees now. I have a forum I need to leave a message on.”
Her head moved down the gap. She looked so beautiful, if a little scared. Wayne jammed his foot in the gap and rammed his cock in her mouth.
She pulled back a little, which he didn’t like. Next time, and he knew there would be a next time, he would tie her up so he could fuck her face good and proper.
He came anyway, almost hammering against the wall in pleasure. She swallowed. What a good girl. “You better swallow them all? Right?” He felt her head make a nodding motion on his cock.
The first of his fellow landlord friends turned up. He was a big fat guy who struggled to get his little cock through the make-shift glory hole, but she was a trooper and squeezed her head onto it.
The next cock was much bigger, and she gagged as he came down her throat. By then, there was a line-up of men along the corridor and up the stairs. They were drinking and laughing, getting themselves ready for their turn. One guy had even brought his girlfriend along. “I love to see my man use a skanky bitch. He fucks me so hard later.”
A guy from next door was invited to join, and he got some of his friends over. She lost count and just let her lips be used, keeping her face in place.
Groans and cum, hands reaching in to hold her head. She didn’t get any breaks. She didn’t ask for any. She felt dazed, and her stomach was heavy; she was so full of cum. She hadn’t eaten anything else that day. The morning sun was coming up when they finally finished with her.
She mumbled to Wayne, “Have I paid it all up? Was that thirty?”
“Nearly, sweetheart, I just want to use your mouth one more time, ok?”
“Ok…” and she opened her bruised lips wide. He took a long time to cum, it was his fourth time around. He didn’t tell her, but he had counted a hundred and seven blow jobs. ‘She should really learn to count,’ he thought, ‘maybe she’d get a job then and not have to do this again next month.’ And with a sweet satisfaction of the last of his cum hitting the back of her throat he removed his foot and let her close the door…
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