“That’s it, cocksucker, take it,” He said.I wanted to respond, but was not able. The leaking precum continued to flow and the taste was not bad ...t all. In fact, I liked it.I don’t know how long he fucked my mouth before he started to grunt and said, “Here it comes cocksucker.”Then he blew his second load in my mouth. One, two and then a third big spurt. I began to gag and choke and swallowed as fast as I could. But the gagging caused some of the cum to go out my nose. Damn my nose burned. The. "Four hundred dollars! Four hundred fucking dollars! God, strange or not, I wanted to say yes. I had to say yes! But if my father had taught me anything, it's that you always renegotiate."Five," I said flatly, folding my arms.I saw the hint of a smile on his face. He pretended to think about it for a minute."All right. Five it is. But I want you to start coming to my house more often, Marca. For five hundred dollars, one time a month isn't enough. Let's make it two, okay?"Just to play along. "Lick bitch" he ordered as he stuck it in my mouth. I did as I was told. His finger smelled and tasted like my ass. I greedily sucked on his finger. "The fuck pig that was supposed to be here tonight didn't show so you get to take his place". "There's about 15 guys back there now and more are on the way". "Has everyone been tested for HIV" I asked. "Positively" he replied "We want to treat that negative cunt of yours properly". He picked up a black felt marker and started writing on my ass. The bell rang signalling our return to the theatre.She finished her expensive champagne and said:?I owe you a drink, meet me here after the show?. It was not a question.We returned to our seats, then the second half of the performance began. It was impossible to concentrate, instead of being lost in the music, my mind turned over this bizarre event. It’s too good to be true, the first thought to enter my head as my eyes scanned the audience searching for her. She must be mad or evil; a clich?d.