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I'm done thinking about this, absolutely done. A vow inside that my only thoughts will be exploiting your willingness to play out my fantasies, to take advantage and live out every slutty little scenario in my mind. I plot what I want and the sequence in my mind. I consider how exquisite you are giving me this gift of you at your most dirty as I pass the joint back to you for another puff......waiting until you inhale and then pulling the joint from you and pulling darkly and hotly at your collar by the leash.
I whisper my demand with your head pulled hotly and forcibly back. “Don't exhale”
Just the command of it takes you and forces you to start coughing on the smoke but my direction and the tug at your windpipe just won't let you. You strain to keep the smoke in with little chokes. Your whole body wracked with it. I close in and just start to whisper hotly. “That's right, you're a good little pet aren't you? Hold that smoke in just a little longer.......that's right. Now your little friend wants some of that smoke too. Give it to her.”
Her body slips around quickly around the side of you and her warm wet little whore mouth is almost immediately hovering over yours just waiting for me to release my pull on your leash. I wait one last second and your lips widen towards hers as you dutifully exhale towards that eager little whore. Her painted lips mash wetly to yours as you finally pull away and take your breath. I look down at you as you gasp and lean back a moment. Your eyes are teared up and your carefully applied mascara runs from it all. You wipe your lips to the back of your hand and smear that nasty little slut's lipstick from your mouth and breathlessly whisper. “thank you, baby.”
And you are the perfect whore aren't you? The goddess of whores. I'm simply in awe of what you're doing, how you look, and that smell. That gorgeous mix of weed, perfume and pussy tickling my senses. I'm in awe of the perfection of the slightly smeared lipstick. It's perfection is ethereal, almost spiritual in it's essence. An archetype of the whore. And yes men have made goddesses of women like you.
My eyes sparkling with a mix of ownership, lust and pride as I let you gather yourself for a moment then gently pull you back towards me. I stand at the edge of the bed and pull you up to your knees while facing me. Your head up at my chest looking at me with loving eyes.
“You sure look like a bad fucking kitty right now” I whisper as I tenderly touch the side of your face. My eyes beam with fucking pride at the look of you as you mock pout and I release my hold just enough to let you scamper back down to your nasty little girlfriend and look at me bright eyed and teasing as you tonguefuck her mouth slowly.
Your mouth is on display against hers and you know it. That's why that kiss is turned just to the side so I can see it better. That's also why you're smearing your lips against hers instead of really kissing her. You just want her lipstick to run a little just like yours. You know it pleases me to see that. You know what the act of you turning her into a whore does for me.