Page 65 of Filthy Mouth
“I think I’ll manage,” she said, rising to her feet.
Her makeup was darker, making her hazel-green eyes pop, and her filthy lips gleamed with crimson lipstick.
“Is that right? I’ll be the judge of that. I bought all your holes for the night, and I can do whatever I want to them,” I said, stepping closer.
“Of course, sir. Your wish is my command,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, every word a tease instead of surrender.
“Your tone is impudent for a two-bit whore,” I said, gripping her chin.
“I’m sorry, sir. Please don’t report me to the madam,” she whispered, batting her lashes, deliberately overplaying the act.
“It depends on your performance. Take off my jacket.”
She walked behind me, slipping it down my arms before folding it neatly and setting it over the bed frame.
“Now get on your hands and knees and lick my shoes.”
Her hazel-green eyes flicked up, flashing with defiance, but she obeyed, sinking to the floor. I pushed one foot out in front of her.
“Whores should know their place.”
Her lips parted, and she bent down, dragging her tongue slowly over the glossy leather. I pressed the toe harder against her mouth until her lipstick smeared in crimson streaks across the black polish.
“Good little whore,” I murmured.“Mess up that pretty face.”
She whimpered, lapping at the leather like it was holy water. I shifted my weight and dragged the sole across her tongue. The grit from the floor coated it, and I smirked when she gagged.
“Swallow it. Whores don’t complain.”
Her throat bobbed as she obeyed, eyes watering, tongue still extended. I ground the heel under her lips, forcing her to kiss it.
“You think you’re special because you wear those red soles?” I sneered, tapping her cheek with the heel of my own shoe.“No, Princess. You’re just a mouth, an arsehole, a pussy—for hire. Tonight, you’re nothing but my filthy shoe-licking slut.”
Her thighs clenched as I dragged the shoe across her face, leaving faint black smears over her flushed skin.
“Yes, sir,” she said before sticking her tongue out for me.
I shoved the polished toe against it, grinding until her jaw strained.“That’s it—lap it up like the worthless whore you are.”
Her tongue swept along the leather, crimson smears of her lipstick staining the shine. I tilted my foot, dragging the sole down her tongue until she gagged.
“Good girl. Don’t stop. Whores don’t get breaks.”
She whimpered but obeyed, licking harder, lips sucking at the edges like she was desperate for cock. I pressed the heel to her mouth and tapped.
“Kiss it. Beg for another taste.”
When her lips touched the heel, I laughed low in my throat.“You look perfect down there, Princess. Face ruined, lipstick wrecked, drool hanging. My high-class hooker on her knees, and all she’s good for is licking the dirt off my shoes.”
“Unlace them. Slowly.”
She knelt at my feet, fingers working at the laces. I watched her concentration, the faint pout on her crimson lips as she tugged the leather loose. One shoe slipped free, then the other. She set them neatly side by side.
“Good girl,” I murmured. Then I moved. I crouched down behind her, my thighs bracketing hers, chest pressed to her back as my hands slid inside her bra. My thumbs teased her nipples until they were stiff and aching peaks.
“Now pick one up. Lick it. Heel to toe.”
She obeyed, dragging her tongue over the leather while I pinched her nipples harder, pulling and twisting until she whimpered.
