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Caroline’s mouth opened, her lips sliding against Brad’s. She licked wetness onto his lips, slipped her tongue across them and into his mouth and onto his own tongue. When she felt his tongue on hers, they writhed frantically together.

Caroline twisted her head to the side, trying to kiss Brad as passionately as he was kissing her. Her body distracted her. There was a burning in her groin, getting hotter as she rubbed against his strong body. All she wanted to do was let him kiss her and stroke the friction between their bodies, as passive as could be so long as Brad kept kissing her, kept letting her touch him…

“I’ve decided to be your whore,” she moaned, her head lolling back, her throat bared to him. Her voice gained confidence: “I want to be your whore!”

Brad looked at her lovely young face. The same soft, red, inviting lips he’d always fantasized about, but this wasn’t the girl he’d crushed on for so long. She was a woman. And growing more womanly by the second, more and more comfortable with her sexuality each moment she spent with him, learning how much she could enjoy herself.

Brad laughed, a sound rumbling deep in his chest. “Caroline, come on. You’re a good girl. You couldn’t be a whore any more than you could be a… a Danish fishmonger. It just isn’t in you. Max, she’s the slutty one. She’ll enjoy having a certain place in the scheme of things. You belong at my side. But you can get me ready for her.”

Caroline tried to control her pout. She couldn’t believe Brad was rejecting her—even as part of her swooned at not being a whore, about how flattering it was for him to tell her that she was above that. “Anything,” she said.

“Yes, anything. You want Max to be a happy whore, don’t you? You see how… well… that’s what she’s meant for. She loves being that way—you never could. Not really. Not unless it’s with me.”

Caroline didn’t know if that was quite accurate. She’d told herself for the longest time she wasn’t a prude—thought all the things she’d done with Brad had proved she wasn’t.

But sex seemed to come so easy to Max. All her tales of naked misadventures… Caroline only had how Brad made her feel. Maybe she could only be this way with him. And maybe Max could have this kind of slutty fun with anyone.

She had had slutty fun with… just about anyone, Caroline recalled.

“But,” he whispered, his hot breath tickling her ear, “it’s very hard to resist you, lover. Maybe you can suck my cock—just so it’s not too much for Max when she has to be a whore.”

Caroline felt a little sexy and a little dirty; both shamed and aroused by how Brad spoke. But her pussy was apart from all that. It sizzled like it would heat up no matter what Brad did or said. Her mind was taken over by lust and it felt like the heat inside her was all she’d ever know for the rest of her life.

She thought about blowing Brad, imagined taking his big cock between her lips and seeing how much of it she could swallow. She nearly couldn’t fit the mental image into her head. It was disgusting and it was sensual and she was so turned on it was hard to think at all. Certainly too hard to figure out just what, exactly, she was feeling.

“I’ll do whatever you want, Brad. But I haven’t really done it much… I’m not too good at it. My last boyfriend, he took it out of my mouth and jerked off in my face.”

“And did you like that?” Brad asked, pure insinuation rushing right down to her clit.

“I guess it was a little flattering. I mean, he didn’t go to open up a Playboy or something. He was looking at me…”

“But not taking time for you. You have a perfect sets of lips, Caroline. Lips made for a man. You just need someone to show you how to use them. It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll show you. I know how much you want to be a good cocksucker for me.”

“I do!” Caroline gasped out, like she was coughing something up. It just leapt out of her—thinking of Max getting to be his whore, Brad seeing her as his whore and wanting her to be his whore. Caroline wanted that attention too!

Brad’s dominance washed over everything like a physical fact: how could she tell if she was happy or sad or mad when she was dying of thirst? When Brad was about to quench her?

Brad pulled her to him, drinking in the warmth of her lean yet luscious body. His cock surged powerfully. He tried to keep clear from thoughts of her taking his dick into her mouth, not wanting to excite himself so much as to be intimidating, but just the nearness of her flesh made him swell. He knew what she wanted; he wanted to give it to her.

Caroline sensed his arousal and his desire. Her eyes shimmered. She looked at him with a kind of desperation to be commanded—wanting but not knowing how to get. Aware that Brad could give her her desires, but only if she obeyed him. She needed him to give her something, anything to obey.

“Kneel down before me, Caroline,” he ordered.

Slowly, as if relishing how enthralled she was, Caroline got down on her knees.

“Now, pull down my zipper.”

Trembling, but a little faster, Caroline obeyed again. She unbuckled Brad’s belt, then popped the button above his fly and tugged the zipper down. She saw the huge bulge in his boxers and breathed harder as it throbbed for her, so close, held back from her by only a thin layer of fabric.

Caroline took a deep breath to calm herself as much as she could be calmed. “Is it okay… I mean, would you mind if I took your cock out, please, sir?”

Brad chuckled. “Max has been a bad influence on you. You’re a little bit of a whore, aren’t you, Caroline?”

Caroline’s breath flared hotly through her moist lips. She felt a flush of shame, but it spurred her on. She wanted to go further even if it meant feeling like an absolute slut. “You like whores, sir, mister… uh, boss. I am a good girl, but being good is pleasing you, and if what pleases you is being a whore… I mean, just acting like one… I mean… you wanted me to suck your cock!”

“I wanted to make you happy. It makes you happy to suck cock. What makes you a good girl is how happy it makes you to suck my cock.”

Caroline blushed until her cheeks burned, but she couldn’t deny it. Good, bad, she couldn’t tell the difference with such a heady rush possessing her. She knew that Max was a bad girl… maybe what made her a good girl was that she wasn’t Max.

Maybe Max could turn into a good girl, though. Brad liked good girls. She wanted Brad to like Max. The sex was so good with Brad and Max liked sex and… God, it was so hard to keep her thoughts under control when Brad’s prick and his musky precum were so close! As close as a drug to her bloodstream.

She couldn’t worry about Max now. She had to be selfish. Caroline had to sate herself before something went wrong, the way it so often did for the two of them. She couldn’t take that—not when things going right felt so good.

Working fast before her hands started shaking too badly, she reached into Brad’s boxers and unwrapped his erection until it sprang free into the open air. The heat of his stiff endowment burned into her palm. Caroline tightened her fingers around it, feeling its silky smoothness. She sucked in breath and sensed the taste of it along her tongue, even before she’d touched her lips to it.

She pictured it in her mouth, nine inches of hot, throbbing manhood demanding her service, the same way he had from her pussy. But Caroline couldn’t do much with her pussy—maybe Max could—her lips, though. Her tongue. Her throat. She could use them on Brad.

Was that naughty? Was that something a whore would do?

His cock stared at her with its unblinking eye, seeming to loom over her, its bulk waiting for her to challenge it. She knew Brad’s monumental self-control. She’d have to work to please him, to get his cum.

Caroline wanted it badly. She wanted to hear Brad calling her a good girl again, words of praise ringing in her ears while the taste lingered in her mouth. But patiently, obediently, she looked up to Brad for instruction. He wasn’t the one who spoke, though.