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Was I? Was I a whore?
“You wanna be a whore, baby?” he asks.
Oh god. That’s the question. I mean, that about sums it up.
Do I want to be a whore?
“I… do you want me to be?” I ask, unsure of the right answer.
The man holding my head down gets close to my ear. “Yeah. And I think you want to be, too.”
I hear trousers unzip right next to my head, and a velvety penis runs over my face. It slaps against my lips until I turn my head and take part of it into my mouth.
I’ve never sucked a penis. But I part my lips and taste it, wet and salty on the tip, and then I open wide.
“Mmmm, little girl. She likes it. She likes sucking my cock,” the man murmurs, pushing deeper inside my mouth, but just a little.
“Hold them for me,” the guy between my legs says. The hands holding me open shift.
I feel someone’s breath on my privates, and I wonder if he’s going to lick me down there. Can he do it while still wearing his mask?
I take another inch of the penis in my mouth, and find I am enjoying the hardness of it, the overall rigidity, but also the warm smoothness of the skin.
“Ouch!” I scream, spitting the penis out when one of the men, I assume the onenotholding my knees, takes an open palm and slaps me between my legs right on my privates. The pain isn’t excruciating, but it’s such an unexpected surprise that my entire body convulses in response.
What the hell is that all about?
The hand instantly returns, smoothing my flesh and everything in between the lobes that protect my insides.
“Such fat pussy lips,” he murmurs, stroking them.
Then, he takes his fingers and opens me like pages in a book, and that time, that one time, I want to crawl away and die in shame. But of course, I can’t. All I can do is lie there, trapped, betraying myself as more fluid leaks from my opening.
“She loves it,” he says, running a finger from my behind to my opening. Sucking sounds follow.
Did he just taste me off his fingers?
Oh my god.
Such a filthy man.
And he’s just getting warmed up. “Do you want to be fucked, little girl? Do you want my cock in your tight little pussy?”
How do I answer that?
“I… I… um, I don’t know.”
I want it but I don’t want it. It makes no sense.
“Can you say it? Repeat after me?”
I take a deep breath. “I… I guess so.”
“Say it, sweetness. Say you want me to fuck your pussy.”
Oh. No. I don’t say words like that. Or at least, I never have.
“I… can’t,” I say, my breath quickening as one and then two fingers slide inside of me, making a crazy motion that makes me feel like I need to pee.
