"Please... my pussy...."
I groaned with an almost needy sound. The funny thing was, nothing I had said had been much of a revelation to me personally, but my mental state had made everything full of anguish. How strange.

“Ma Petite….a whore only gets her way if she pleases the customer satisfactorily….” Blowing cross her wet and quavering pussy. “open wide and enjoy.” The pulsing center of my manhood riding firm and tall as place my hand behind her head and slide my waiting tip across her lips.
I will fuck this face like nothing ever has, revenge enough for the earlier pain, and if she does well then and only then will her pussy be graced with any sort of touch or pleasure.

Grief, deep and powerful, overwhelmed me, and disgust as well, as I opened my mouth just a but to let him push inside. But then, like a trigger, my lust began to fade away and another feeling began to well up inside me.