" said the voice on the phone. "Now I think it is time for him to mark your pretty face with his seed. Don't you agree with me, girl?" Yes." Then say ...t, you stupid bitch. Beg him. Earn his cum. Come on." Please cum on my face. I need this. Cum on my worthless whore face. Mark it with your seed. Make me feel like a cheap street hooker. Humiliate me. Own me. Own this stupid, useless, bimbo slut. Put my good for nothing body into some good use." Yeah bitch, you are one hell of a natural. We are. Staring into her eyes, I thought at her. "Tell me what's wrong, Amanda." I'm fucking stressed out of my mind," Amanda said."I've never seen you like this," I said. "Is it that bad at school? Or money?" I do dinners during the week here and weekend brunches," she told me. "The money is fine. I use Saturday and Sunday night to catch up on my projects and school reading. It's everything, Simon!" You've been doing it for years, Amanda." I know," she said. "I haven't been able to let it go this week. Push. Watching you cringe. Push. Watching you let out your breath painfully, feeling your ass cheeks tighten when I move to massage them with my hands. Push. Until you whimper in pain and I know the plug is sliding it's way deep into you. Your body shaking. How does that feel?I'll wrap my legs around your thigh and push, tightening so you feel my wetness slide up your flesh, your cock bobbing helplessly against my stomach, tugging on your collar. Oh, this is just the beginning.And then, to. His hands reached for her hips, and were captured by the wrists before he could do more than brush his fingers against them. She slammed them down against the mattress, even though his strength could easily brush her away like a gnat. But she wanted him there, and wanted him to feel at her mercy.?Fuck me, bitch.? She hissed it, daring him. ?I’ve been wet all day, waiting for you. On the bus, thinking about your cock. Craving it. So, fuck me.?He bucked his hips, feeling the slickness on the head.