You are content

You're unsure why, but you can't quite bring yourself to talk the girl into coming with you. You make your way back to Zarrua.

You show her your money and she takes her third.

She smiles at you and caresses your cheek. She examines you.

"Dear, you've scraped your knee."

"While sucking cock, madame."

"Let me heal that."

She places a hand on you. You feel an odd sense of euphoria. When removes it your pussy feels tight, and the scrape is gone.

"Now get some sleep, dear."

You slide down to your knees in this very familiar alley, you've lost track of how many cocks you've sucked here. Time with Zarrua seems to fly by. You've been her girl now for months, or is it years?

You focus. The cock in you have in your hand is enormous and crimson. You take it in your mouth, barely able to deep throat it.

Lately you've been seeing more cocks like this one. Sometimes they are a little rough, but Zarrua is always there to heal you. And, their money is good.

You have gotten really proficient at blow jobs, and this cock is ready. You let it slide out of your mouth as it shoots around a gallon of black cum at you.

You smile as he drops a twenty on the ground next to you. You grab it and begin cleaning yourself up for your next client. You lick the black cum from your lips. It is an acquired taste, which you've grown to love.

You stand up, straighten out your latex mini-skirt, and begin strutting down the street. You smile sexily, content you have become a demon owned whore for, The Company.

The end.