THE LIFE extract

© DrkFetyshNyghts 2020

 

"Good slut. Good slut, you make it good for daddy."

And there was this worrying, filthy vibe to this man's hissing voice. It wasn't a good thing for anyone else to hear but for Cassie it excited her. It meant to an extent that this man was an unknown and that made him exciting in that she didn't know what he might do next. It made her wetter, it sexually excited her and he would be able to feel that. But this was the dangerous world that she lived in. It was the dangerous world that she had no control, no real control over. And so this man began to fuck her. And so he began to pummel her cervix at the same time as choking her. Every time he pulled tighter, she had a mini orgasm and the noises she was making told of that. Hookers faked it, but Cassie didn't. She didn't need to.

There were times when she did black out, just for split seconds at a time - just because of the amount of choking that this pervert did to her. It was odd - she should feel scared when this was happening to her, she should have been using some kind of safe word. But that was odd as well - she had gone into all of this and not thought about a safe word once. When she'd got away from Jim and her mother, she'd tried hooking, ordinary hooking, and it was funny, that made her feel like nothing more than a whore. She sucked cocks, and fucked them with her cunt, and her ass, and her tits, but she got nothing out of that. And one might have thought that it would be good that she got nothing out of it, and that she just had to do it to make ends meet.

But that wasn't it at all. She found herself wanting and needing to get something out of it. She found herself needing to gratify herself with what she did and that was why she gave up straight forward hooking in favour of this other 'thing' that she did. What sex worker did that - give up the easy money to go looking for the hard-core perverts, deviants and sadists? It was easy for Cassie - she could kill two birds with one stone. She could kick the rocks so that all those perverts would come crawling out, and she could pay her bills as well. It was win, win for her. But it was a dangerous world she lived in. It was a fucked-up world that she lived in but she was lapping it up and living it up. She made more money in a month than she would for a pimp on some street corner in a year. Fuck the pimps!

By the time the man with the hat on was working his way to orgasm, he was winding Cassie with every in stroke. He was using the full length of that cock to fuck her rigid. Except she was anything but rigid. She was soft and warm and wet - and most of all she was inviting this man into the very essence of her femininity. It was odd, beyond odd even that this man was not making love to Cassie - but she was making love to him. She was so passionate for this pervert she didn't even know and she was fucking him back like she meant it. Maybe that was because she did mean it. Maybe that was because she meant every squeeze of her juicy cunt around his cock. Maybe she was making love to this man like it was Jim. This was how fucked up Cassie was and after two years of her building this little business and this clientele list of her own, she made love to every single one of them like she meant it.

And this was sad about Cassie. The girl who had run away in the middle of the night leaving her mother behind. And more or less from day one knowing what she was going to do next. Knowing that she was going to set up and rake it in from perverts. Maybe this was her way of getting her revenge on Jim - by taking others like him, and just toying with them. Letting them think they ran the show but knowing all the time that it was her who ran it.

"Tell daddy you love him. Tell him you slut."

That signalled the explosion of semen inside Cassie. That signalled the explosion of his balls inside her.

"Oh daddy, daddy, this little slut loves you so, so much."

And again she was saying it like she meant it. Come to think of it there was no way that she could say what she said in the way that she said it, all whispery and croaking and wet, and not mean it. That voice she used and the way she squeezed her cunt around that thick cock could not be acted. That was not something a woman just out to make a quick buck could do. Maybe that was why Cassie was able to build up the list of clients. Maybe that was why she was able to build up a long list of returning perverts - because she made them feel special when in reality she didn't give a flying fuck about them - all she cared about was her own gratification. And in this instance she got her extra twenty as well - another satisfied customer.