It takes a certain amount of need to grovel the way she does. It takes a certain type of craving to do the things that make her leave a trail of juices dogs bark for. There are few reasons a human being should be kneeling in a dark alley for patrons of the strip club slapping her face with the hard Dick the girls inside made grow rigid, delicious, and very appealing to this account manager named Victoria. Buying rounds of drinks loosened their resolve, seeing how full her wallet was made them curious, knowing she can suck Dick after Dick and doesn’t even want them to respect her made them stiff. After all, it is her job to make sure the beverage company she works for has a client base which is truly satisfied. Doing so made Victoria sales person of 2013, and now she will break all records including most sales and most Dicks sucked off in one night. Maybe even the most cum consumed.
Victoria was partial to the lean sleek looks New York designers used to make the tightest yet utterly professional business suits for the female form. For some reason the designers always included heavily padded knees in their work. It was a fashion statement as well as a practical application for form and function. The knee padding felt good in city streets and dirt roads far off in the backwoods of the country. The extra padding helped keep Victoria focused on serving the clients. Pin striped jackets allowed people to see her jiggling tits as she walked with direction on the paved streets of the big city. Dark slacks showed her round ass in tight fitting glamour, the slight sheen of the slacks glowed with each step and brought eyes to that which she offered almost as much as her red colored lips. Victoria loved the feel of silk bliss licking her nipples underneath sheer cups on bras so fragile they could be ripped off with little effort. Round tits were held tight, not too big and not too small, bouncy with a light step and firm to the gripping hand which held her down when she was in full suction mode. Victoria was a fashion plate even while she was being a cum sucking pig.
Victoria was fond of slacks because it held back the holes which didn’t need to be fed as much as her mouth. When she was kneeling the only thing she wanted filled was her face. Victoria was a pure cock-sucker. She got off on each Dick she drained, she could cum just by sucking hard Black Dick in public areas. That was her biggest fetish, the thrill of being caught while she sucked Dick while moaning, grunting, slurping like some farm animal set to the trough. She didn’t want to loose focus when she was starving for the taste of Man, she wanted the whole experience in one place so when she fed from all she could go home and punish each other hole while masturbating with toys, objects, candles. Over her bed was a cross painted on the ceiling, five foot long and three feet wide. It was there, while cursing her own birth and defiling her flesh like some freakish mutant human slave, that’s where Victoria released. Under the cross, where Victoria punished the wicked, beat the devil out of her pussy, made her ass a gaping hole that cried for pleasure until she passed out in a horrible bed filled with sweat and pussy juices run amok. The bed in the master bedroom, where she slept, while her hubby slept caged, in the basement.
In the morning they would dance their wedding night all over again. In the morning she would relinquish control to the vile form of subhuman worthless sissy bitch she married. In the morning he would flog the sins away from his beloved wife and make her good so that the afternoon, every Sunday afternoon, would bring him cum through the use of her pussy, ass tits, and mouth. For every night Victoria went out slutting for cum by being the nastiest cock-sucking, cum loving suction cup, for every night Victoria would be herself, she had to give this worm one afternoon. She had to be his little hot wife and spread for his white male golf buddies who couldn’t see the difference between a putter and their weenies, tiny and insignificant males he serviced, so he could drink their cum like he’s been doing since he first became interested in girls. To do what his friends expect of him after all these years of being their sissy bitch boy cum bucket blow job. In the morning she would dress for this insignificant little weasel in the new wedding dress he designed, with knee pads built into the lining. For he is a designer who creates fashions in the New York style. It was the only reason she married this punk, to dress very well. In the morning she would wear a luxurious dress that some other girl will soon be wed in, to make sure it is made for comfort and fit, and the rapid movement of flesh. In the afternoon, his friends would come. And Victoria would be naked to them all holes exposed, and not one Dick that could make any of them feel full. Victoria’s sissy, Amanda, would lick her clean, fluff for his friends, and have a wonderful time all to himself. For Victoria’s sissy wanted control so badly, but had none.
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