Nichola's journey into whoredom. pt2 - Sex Stories

Nichola's journey into whoredom. pt2

... mixture of mine and my friends spunk, deposited in you yesterday, leaves a sticky trail up my chest as you kneel over my mouth. “If you truly love me, clean me.” You ask softly, as if you need reassuring of the truth. “Nichola, I said I would treat you like a whore, I said I would change your body with piercings and tattoos, I said I would give you to my black friends for their pleasure, all of these I have done, I only promise what I can deliver.” You sigh as if you are still doubtful of my feelings for you. I put a hand over each of your arse cheeks, pull them wide and lift my head until my mouth makes contact with your pussy. I push my tongue in deep and lick you like you have never been licked before. Giving you so much pleasure you feel your body start to shake. I can sense your imminent orgasm so move my head slightly so I can lick and suck your clitoris. this sends you into spasms of ecstasy. You cum hard on my tongue, your juices flooding into my mouth, which I gulp down greedily. You are now truly satisfied, not that you have orgasmed, but satisfied that I do still love you. No guy would of done that to a woman he did not love. You slowly lift yourself ...

... off me, at least you have remembered we are due out soon. I promised I would take you shopping today, buy you the right clothes for going out and selling yourself. You are so excited, you will be out tonight, picking up guys and fucking them, getting paid for the use of your body. How you have changed in just over two days and how much happier you are. You hurriedly start to dress, clothes shopping is your favourite pass-time. I can see your urgency, the big smile on your face, the way you pick first one skirt out, then another, then another. You finally settle on a short blue denim one, not so short as to be lewd, but certainly short enough to get you noticed. You pick out a white chiffon blouse and a black half cup bra. I stand and watch you get dressed in utter amazement. I can’t believe that any woman could have such a perfect body. You are so desirable when you are naked, but dressed, you are a total knock-out. How perfectly your clothes show off your body. Every contour extenuated to sublimity. “You are one hell of a babe.” I say to you. “A complete stunner.” You just smile at me and cheekily reply. “I know.” And I honestly believe you do know. to be continued