What Do You Want?

The man turned and walked away
She gasped for air
Her eyes watered uncontrollably
“Only 11 more,” she told herself
Swallowing the remaining cum and saliva
Always cum and saliva

She wanted to wipe her face
The handcuffs continued to hold her back
Her nipples were harder than ever before
Her knees ached from the cold ground beneath her
Her cunt seemed to churn ever so slowly
Desperate, in need of attention

The onslaught continued
The honor, really

Another man stood before her
His thick penis thrust before her wet face
And asked the now very familiar question
“What do you want?”
In reply, she managed to speak the only word she seemed to know anymore:
”Cock.”

It wasn’t as audible as the first time she had spoken it
An eternity ago
She wasn’t sure whether she wanted cock anymore
But she knew that she needed it, needed cock
Her purpose in life was to pleasure men
If she stopped, it would be terribly wrong

The man took her by the head and neck
Inserted his penis as far as it would go
Again, the wonderful pain in her mouth
In her throat
The water in her eyes
The smooth churning of her pussy
Fullness, and emptiness
Her arms jerked yet again in reflex to protect her poor body
But the cuffs thankfully kept her hands back, where they belong
She loved her handcuffs

Quickly, the shaft slid in and out of her sore throat
Giving her only the briefest chances to take in oxygen
If only such magnificent fullness could be granted her cunt!
She had never wanted a dildo more in all her life
This, and only this, made her cry out in glorious agony
But the agony is good, yes?

The man must feel release
And come right back for more, more
She must remain with her knees apart
On the cold ground
With her twat itching and screaming for a fingering
Yes, yes

The man planted his precious seed deep inside her
His sacred cock once again granting her nourishment
She sucked as hard as she could
To get every last drop of semen
She swallowed saliva and sperm
Always saliva and sperm

She thanked God for her nudity
She loved to be naked for men
So they could see her
So their penises would grow ever thicker, choke her better
It also granted her the lowliness she so needed
Though it wasn’t nearly enough anymore

Luckily, she knew that the word CUNT was written on her forehead
In large capital letters
Which eased her a little
And she did love her handcuffs

She was so happy!
So hungry

The man rubbed his precious, sweaty balls in her face before turning and walking away
She gasped for air
Her eyes watered uncontrollably
“Only 10 more,” she told herself
The fact disappointed her:
She wished there were more!

Another man stood before her
His large, flawless penis thrust before her sweaty face
His question, “What do you want?”
She parted her knees a bit more
Straightened her arms
Swallowed
And managed to utter a single word:
“Cock!”