We're walking out to the truck, my lips painted pink as I was told to. Malachi opens my door for me and watches me climb in. Once he takes a seat on the driver's side, he wastes no time in pulling his cock out.

"Wrap those pretty lips around me, whore."

I hate that he calls me that. I obey, leaning over the center console to take him into my mouth. I suck and swirl my tongue around him to get him hard. He tastes fresh from his shower.

He starts the ignition and backs up.

It doesn't take long for his cock to harden in response to my efforts.

As I move my mouth up and down his length I can't help but compare his cock to Jaimie's. Though both men have ample sized cocks, Jaimie's is longer, whereas Malachi's is wider. His increased girth makes it more of a challenge for me to get my mouth around him, but the shorter length means I have an easier time taking him deep.

I admit that I enjoy the feeling of success that being able to take his entire length into my mouth gives me, and his width makes my mouth feel so full. Each time I take his entire length, I allow my nose to sink into his balls. I find myself enjoying the sensation of his soft balls cushioning my face each time I take him deep; I find the fresh scent of his freshly washed balls pleasant. I like that though his hand in my hair is guiding my movements, he isn't being forceful about it.

Each time I let out a slight gag he allows me to pull back and catch my breath before guiding my mouth back down again. I realize with shock that this might be the closest I've come to enjoying giving a blowjob. Even as I think it, I regret it. How could I prefer sucking his cock to Jaimie's? Well, I would still prefer Jaimie's cock in my pussy over Malachi's.

"Such a good whore for me, baby. Keep it up, and you might even have time to rest before we get there."

Knowing he's going to come soon encourages me to pick up my pace.

"Mmm… When I release my load in your mouth, be a good girl and swallow it. I don't want a mess in my truck."

Oh god. The pressure of having to swallow stresses me out. His grip on my hair tightens, and the tension in his cock increases. The next time I take him deep, he moans as he holds my head in place, his cum filling the back of my mouth.

"Swallow," he demands.

I squeeze my eyes shut and obey.

~~~

After swallowing Malachi's cum, I feel mighty proud of myself for managing to successfully keep it down. As I lean back in my own seat, I internally congratulate myself.

"That's a good whore. I knew you had it in you." Malachi reaches over, his hand finding my bare leg through the slit in my skirt.

My heart immediately picks up its rhythm, my body primed and craving his touch after his teasing caresses at the gym and breakfast table.

His hand caresses my inner thigh, and I find my legs are sliding open in response. So much for last night's insistence that I wouldn't get wet for him. Clearly my pussy has a mind of her own.

Unfortunately, she also has a knack for shutting off my mind with a misleading fog of arousal.

When Malachi's fingers slide towards my center and sink between my outer lips, a hungry moan falls from my mouth.

"That's a good girl. Your pussy can't get enough of daddy's touch, can she?"

Fuck. He's right. I might despise Malachi, but my pussy has thrown up the welcome banner.

I don't say anything. My mind isn't working all too well at the moment. I do, however, let out another moan when his fingers begin massaging circles up and down my dripping folds.

Malachi chuckles. "I'm going to enjoy having your little pussy around— she's always eager and ready to take cock… You and your pretty pussy are going to make me extra money today. No man will be able to resist the hungry look in your eyes. Everything about you screams, 'touch me; use me...'"

"That's not true!" I protest, embarrassed. His words are irritating me almost enough to pull me out of my aroused trance.

"No? Shall I stop touching you then?"

"No! Please. Keep going…" My body is humming with aroused energy.

"Exactly. And this is the state I intend to keep you in while you help me to massage my clients today."

"Mmm…" his hand is rubbing my clit now, and I am eagerly riding up against his hand as my arousal escalates quickly. He suddenly moves his hand from the sweet spot though, and I groan in frustration.

He laughs. "Sorry baby. I want to keep you in this needy state. My clients won't be able to resist paying extra for a chance to fuck you. $100 for 15 minutes— that'll be your going rate, whore."
His degrading words leave a sick feeling in my stomach.

"Stop!" I push his hand away and close my legs. "Please don't talk to me like that."

"You don't want to hear what you're worth? Would you prefer I keep the business side of things to myself? I thought you might be interested to know how much money you'll be making me each time you please a client with your eager holes."

I glare at him. "You're being an asshole. I have no interest in being your prostitute."

"Yet you are consistently so eager and responsive to a man's touch. I've played with enough cunts to see how special you are. Though you're quick to protest and deny it, you crave cock like most girls crave chocolate."

I scoff and push his hand off my thigh when he attempts to touch me again. "Leave me alone. You don't know anything about me."

He laughs. "Perhaps I've hit a nerve?"

"Fuck off," I mutter.

"Go ahead and pout if you must, as long as you're putting a smile on my clients faces and money in my pocket."

I don't respond, but I'm relieved when he keeps his hands to himself for the rest of the trip.