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She orders me to lick the corners of my mouth and swallow what i catch with my tongue. I do as I gulp obediently and she pushed the rest of her cum that landed on my face into my mouth with her finger.

I instinctively swallowed that too. She then shoves it back into my mouth, soft and says for me to keep sucking til she's done with her cigarette. She wraps her legs around my head like some female wrestler and flips me over so she's sitting indian style on the floor with my head in her lap giving her a BJ, and held in place by her legs so I cannot come up off of her til she lets go. "Good job, cumbucket. Maybe I'll share you with some of my friends next time." The wet loud slobbering noises fill the room as I suck, but she is no longer capable of achieving full erection, at the moment.

She sort of half cums once again, even though she's soft now. She takes her last drag on her cig and then lets me up as she throws a rolled up wad of bills at my head and tells me I 'earned' it. She only says to be back tomorrow before getting up and dressed to leave. Very casual like nothing happened. Over the coming year which I continued to meet her, she never even asked my name. Didn't care to. Which I found oddly arousing. This first meeting was to be one of my most memorable 'work' experiences ever. I was raped for pay.

Over time, though, I realized that I could have stopped at any given point and walked away. I wasn't THAT desperate for money. But truth be told, a small part of me didn't WANT to. I just was not fully aware of this at that time. This part of me would grow over the years, and 'come out' in full bloom, as I became conscious of my inner desires, but that's a long story. Suffice it to say that this was the true beginning of my descent into udder perversion.