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drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. Helpless, I am so fucking helpless to stop myself. I lean forward and lick it, savoring the salty fluid, rolling it on my tongue. Perhaps this is exactly what Master wanted. To prove to me what a slut I am. That I don't care that I'm kneeling on a dirty bathroom floor, sucking the cock of one of my co-workers, letting him use me and see how very low I am too. I am a slut, a dick-sucking slut, just as Master has labeled me with this infernal sign.
    My pussy pounds as the unknown co-worker’s cock pushes past my teeth. I open my mouth wide, letting the saliva collect, it drips from the corner of my mouth and rolls down my chin. I no longer care. I will give this stupid fuck the best blow job he's ever had and he will remember, each and every fucking time he sees me that it was something he’ll never get again.
    I put my skills to work, manage my gag reflex, throwing myself into it like my life depends on his pleasure. I moan as my body responds, my nipples tightening, my cunt creaming. That's right you fuck, I think to myself, you're using me but I'm using you too.
    He lasts two minutes, two minutes of me sucking and thrusting his cock down my throat, two minutes of me rolling my tongue along the base with every, single shove.
    “Holy fuck,” he says, shoving himself deep, his cock swelling and shooting all at once. He holds it there, forcing my lips against his abdomen as he comes down my throat, each spurt swallowed straight down my throat. Forever, he seems to come, until I can’t take it anymore and pull my body away from him. My chest heaves as I suck in great lungfulls of air. I look up at him and lick the last few drops of cum from the tip of his cock, giving a small suck.
    “ God damn,” he says when he can finally speak.
    “ You liked it?” I ask, doing my best to fill my tone with nonchalance. I'll be damned if this dope will ever know he got to me.
    “ Hell yeah, I did.” he says, panting. “You're fucking incredible.”
    My pussy throbs, the praise from a nobody, praise none the less.
    “ Thank you,” I say demurely.
    “ No thank you, Rachael.”
    I cringe at the use of my name, but hold my head high.
    “Don't thank me,” I say. “It was my Master who left me here like this for your use.”
    “ Well that fucker deserves a medal,” the guy says.
    “ He deserves a lot of things,” I whisper, secretly reveling in the pegs he's brought me down. Yes I am a slut, a fucking whore for him. And I finally realize why he has me tied as I am. Because this slimy fuck who just fucked my face could fill my gaping holes right now and I wouldn't care. I even want it. This jerkoff from my job. His cock is big enough and I’m so turned on already. He'd barely have to even touch me and I'd cum. Master hadn't said I couldn't. But would it please him to know I took so much pleasure from his task?
    I shake my head. No. This is a punishment. A humiliation. One with lasting repercussions as I wonder if the dumb fuck in front of me will tell everyone, if it will end up in the rumor mill , the story taking on a life of it’s own as rumors are wont to do. Next thing you know, two guys will become two hundred and there will be an overflowing ‘tip’ jar next to my knees.
    “ You're way hotter than I thought you were,” the guy says.
    “ A good blow job usually has that effect,” I say, acknowledging the reason for my increase in esteem.
    “ Wow,” he says. “You just say exactly what you think, huh.”
    “ I just swallowed your come,” I say. “Be kind of weird to get shy now.”
    “ My name’s Jason,” he says.
    “ You obviously already know mine,” I say.
    “ I’ve seen you around,” he says. “And people talk about those books you write, so pretty much everyone knows you or at least knows of you.”
    I swallow. Those infernal books were supposed to be an outlet for my sexuality, which to my dismay, has steadily increased over the last few years. I’ve always