No One Wanted Him - Sara Jessie

Mistress Sarah Jessie drops twenty-five cents on the table and his life belongs to her. She yanks him up by the collar and spits every ugly truth in his face: nobody wanted him, not for ten dollars, not for a quarter, not even for free. He will pay her back on his knees or on the corner until his tongue is raw. She plants her heel on his chest and he licks the sole clean, sucking every scuff mark like it is the last meal he will ever get. Her bare foot smothers his mouth next, toes forcing past his lips, gagging him while she laughs at how fast he drools. Then the ass worship begins. She lowers herself full weight, smothering his whole face beneath her, rocking slow and cruel until his lungs burn and he gasps for whatever air she allows. She sits there long enough to remind him that his mouth is furniture now, that his tongue exists only to polish her skin and swallow whatever she gives him. Every breath he steals is permission she can take away. She grinds harder, mocking him for costing twenty-five cents and promising the debt will never end. He stays pinned, owned, used.