"Oh yeah. Suck it! Suck it!" Greg could feel his cock swollen to rock-hard proportions, sending stirring jolts of pleasure throughout his body. When he was able to recover his presence of mind to do so, he liked to watch her head moving back and forth. He liked to see her cheeks puff out each time they opened to accommodate his big prick. Little trickles of drool dribbled down her cheeks on either side of his swollen organ. She manipulated her mouth hungrily, as though she had never performed a task she loved so much… as though his cock were the best-tasting thing that had ever invaded her mouth. "That's the stuff, Wanda! Show me how it should be done, baby! Move that mouth!"

Greg had always enjoyed making out with women who were professionals rather than fooling around with dates and seductions and all the rest of the shit. He appreciated a woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it. And if she needed the money to keep her going, Greg was glad to oblige. Not all the women he called professionals actually asked for money. Some liked to give it away, wherever they could. They were all "whores" to Greg's mind. But, to Greg, a "whore" was the best thing a woman could be.

"Suck it, whore! Oh yeah, baby! You're good! Real good!"

Reveling in the praise, and in the depraved abandon of sucking slavishly on the big man's cock, Wanda gave her task everything she had. She stabbed her tongue tauntingly along the length of Greg's organ. She nibbled the firm flesh with titillating little manipulations of her lips, until his hands gripped her hair tighter and his groans grew louder and more excited. While she held his cock at the base with one hand, to guide it surely into her mouth, she groped under her skirt with the other. Her cunt was throbbing hotly, crying for attention. No longer could she resist the temptation to stroke the engorged bud of her clitoris.