To Miami And Back

He Makes Me Feel Like a New Woman

Chapter 3: To Miami and Back

"Just enjoy Miami," the nurse at the clinic had said when she discharged Emily.

What did that even mean? She didn't know anyone here. All of her friends and coworkers were back in Boston, 1,500 miles away. Emily had her breast augmentation and spent two days recovering. She thought she was going to spend her final night in the clinic and leave directly for her flight the next day, but apparently she was wrong. She had been discharged early and was now stuck in Miami on a Friday night with no hotel and time to kill before her flight the next day.

She found the cheapest hotel she could within walking distance of the clinic, but there were no rooms she could afford with her credit cards nearly maxed out. She found a hotel bar where she could have a drink and plan her next move. A woman with a thick accent asked if her tetas were new, and Emily told her they were. The woman pushed up her own fake tits in her dress and told Emily they were the best investment she had made since she arrived from Cuba.

Emily had a drink with the Cuban woman and then another. As the alcohol started to loosen her up, their conversation turned to breasts and how the Cuban woman felt they gave women a kind of power over men. Emily started feeling better about her decision.

After a few more drinks - Emily lost count of how many - a gray-haired man in a floral-print shirt came to the bar and walked right up to Emily's Cuban friend. She got off of her stool to hug him, and Emily watched as he grabbed her ass and stuck his tongue in her mouth. She felt a bit disgusted, but when he gave her the same greeting she didn't object to his hand on her ass and let him explore her mouth with his tongue. She barely felt like herself. She was sure she would ordinarily defend herself, maybe she would slap this man and yell in his face, but for some reason she didn't.

She wasn't surprised when she learned that he produced porn and that her Cuban friend was one of his "stars."

"So, Emily, what are you looking to do tonight? It's only eleven and the night is young!"

All she wanted was a place to stay for the night to sleep off her exhaustion and alcohol and the aching pain from her implant scars.

On the other hand, her Master had told her she had to suck twenty cocks before she saw him again. She had the thought that someone who worked in porn might have tips to share with her, and her encounter with James left her painfully aware that she needed help to learn how to make a man cum using her mouth.

"I want to learn how to suck cock - I'm just not very good," Emily told this strange man she had just met, feeling her face flush with embarrassment. She hadn't meant to say that. Why did she tell him what she was thinking? Why hadn't she lied or brushed him off like she thought she was going to?

A wicked smile spread across the man's face as he told her, "I can teach you."

*****

Emily felt exhausted and relieved as she boarded the plane back to Boston the next morning. She had swallowed her first load of cum off her entire life the night before, followed by her first and second ever facial, and then her third in the morning.

The producer in the floral shirt had taken her back to his apartment and fucked her face until she passed out. She remembered trying to tap his leg to get him to stop, and her Cuban friend saying, "that's enough" but the man didn't pay any attention to either of them.

The next thing she remembered was him smacking her in the face until she woke up and then feeding her a shot of tequila. He put salt on his cock, made her bite a slice of lime, and then forced his salty cock back into her mouth. She choked and retched and tried to tap out, at which point he grabbed her hard by the throat and warned her, "you're ruining the shot," pointing to the camera that was filming them.

She let him fuck her face some more, until at one point he went too deep and she threw up. He was confused by the warm sensation on his dick. When he pulled it out of her mouth and saw her vomit covering his dick and spilling out onto the bed he smacked her hard across her face. Emily's head rang and she felt like she might have lost a tooth. When he put his dick back in her face, reeking of vomit, she didn't dare resist. He fucked her face hard, and when he pushed his cock until it touched her throat again she struggled but didn't resist as she saw stars and her vision narrowed to a tunnel. When his cock swelled and started pulsing she didn't understand what was happening at first, until he pulled back she could feel his semen spraying onto her tongue and the roof of her mouth. It was the first time in her entire life a man had cum in her mouth.

Emily didn't make any conscious decision to spit his cum out, she just let it dribble down her collarbone and her new tits in a state of exhaustion and relief that she wouldn't be choked to death. She had a moment of panic when she felt a sharp pull on her hair and a repeated thudding blow against her face, but relaxed a bit when she realized it was just the producer slapping his cock on her face, covering her in slobber and cum.

Emily fell asleep without cleaning herself at all, and was awakened by a hard cock pressing against her lips. From her face-down position she couldn't see who the cock belonged to, but assumed it was the producer again and opened her mouth for him. She was learning that resisting would only make things harder for her. As she came back to her senses, she noticed that this cock was bigger than the producer's and was stretching her jaw more. She also realized that there was no bush of pubic hair pushing into her nose.

Emily felt an unexpected excitement, thinking she would be able to get one more practice cock out of the way to be ready for Master. She felt somewhat deflated a second later when a voice she didn't recognize asked, "does this slut know how to keep her teeth away from a cock, or do we have to knock them out?"

Emily felt a flush of shame and tried to stretch her mouth open wider. She pulled her lips down over her teeth to offer another layer of protection, and arched her back to make a better angle for the cock to enter her mouth. Then she felt a hand on her hip and another cock rubbing on her pussy. She felt a terrified panic and tried to turn around to see who was about to penetrate her, but the man in front of her grabbed two handfuls of hair and held her head still while he fucked her face. She tried to make her mouth as much like a pussy as she could, cupping the stranger's cock with her tongue and applying gentle pressure while it pistoned in and out of her mouth. She let out an involuntary moan when the second stranger slid his hard cock into her dripping wet pussy. The man in front of her picked up speed with his face-fucking and asked, "you like that, don't you slut?" She felt self-conscious about being so wet and feeling so good while these two men used her like a toy. Is this how Fuckdoll feels all the time, she wondered, thinking back to the blonde woman her Master had fucked on the subway when she first met him. Emily closed her eyes and pretended she was just like Fuckdoll, moaning and squirming the way she imagined the other woman would in her position.

When the man in front of her pulled out of her mouth, Emily tried to stop him. She understood that they were switching places, and that if they did he wouldn't count towards her twenty. She had to finish off twenty strange men using only her mouth - Master was very clear about that. She looked up to see that the cock belonged to a middle-aged man with a receding hairline and ugly scars on his body and face. She begged him, "please, keep fucking my face! I can make you cum!"

The scarred middle-aged man grabbed a handful of her hair so he could turn her face away from the mattress and towards himself, wrenching her body painfully. He spit into her face before he let go and walked around behind her. She felt the cock slide out of her pussy as she begged one last time, "please, please, put your cock back in my mouth!" He didn't answer, but another middle-aged man with a rotund figure and an abundance of body hair appeared before her and shoved his cock into her mouth. From the taste she had no doubt it was the same cock that had just been fucking her pussy. As she tasted it she could feel the scarred man slide his cock into her too-wet pussy.

Emily had a bit of revulsion at the thought of tasting her own pussy, especially mixed with the fetid taste of this stranger's cock. Her disgust was faint and distant in her halo of exhaustion and sexual degradation, and her failure at her desperate need to meet the goals Master set for her. She did her best to relax her jaw and run her tongue along the underside of the hairy man's cock, hoping this would at least be good practice for the blowjobs that counted.

The two men fucked her, came on her face, and then fucked her some more. At one point, the hairy man pulled her down on top of him so she could ride his cock. When the scarred man positioned himself behind her and started rubbing his cock on her asshole, Emily started screaming "no!" Master had been very specific -- she had to save her anal virginity for him.

The scarred man walked around, grabbed her by her hair, and slapped her in the face repeatedly until Emily was sure he was going to murder her. She didn't understand at first why the scarred man stopped or why her pussy wasn't being fucked anymore, but as her senses slowly came back she saw her Cuban friend standing over her with a switchblade, the producer and the hairy man yelling at her, and the scarred man nowhere to be seen.

Emily didn't know what time it was when the men threw her out of the apartment, naked and caked with cum and saliva, but the sun was coming up. She felt around in her mouth with her finger, and was surprised to find that none of her teeth had been knocked loose. She hadn't been hit in the face that hard in her entire life, and was surprised there wasn't any permanent damage.

The men had thrown Emily out without any clothes, but luckily her Cuban friend produced a thin, stretchy dress out of her bag. Her friend was a full foot shorter than Emily, and the tube of fabric was too short to effectively cover Emily's tits and her ass at the same time. Emily was grateful for it. Her bag and her clothes were gone, but she still had her phone and her wallet with her ID and credit cards so she could get home.

Her Cuban friend put Emily into a cab and sent her on her way to the airport. When the cab pulled over in an industrial area with no one around and the cabbie asked, "how are you going to pay for this ride?" Emily understood he didn't want her credit card. She pulled the dress down to show her tits and beckoned him to come back to fuck her.

At the airport Emily wiped the cum off of herself as best as she could with a stack of napkins. She drank two cups of coffee and downed two vodka tonics at the first airport bar she could find. She tried to order a third, but the fifty-ish woman running the bar didn't want to serve any more alcohol in the early morning to the disheveled woman with bloodshot eyes and dried cum all over her, wearing a dress that was only suitable for a stripper or a prostitute. Emily found another bar staffed by a young man, and offered to swallow his cock in exchange for another drink. He laughed, thinking it was a joke and poured her drink. When she insisted that she wanted to deepthroat him to say thank you, he excused himself and disappeared into the back until her flight left. Emily boarded the plane feeling humiliated that she couldn't even beg a guy to put his cock in her mouth. She doubted she could have lived up to her promise of deepthroat, and felt unexpectedly humiliated about that too.

On the plane, Emily was seated next to a distinguished-looking businessman with gray hair around his temples. He was kind to her and got wet wipes from the stewardess to help her clean up. She asked for a blanket, put the armrest between them up, and lay down with her head in his lap. She wasn't sure if he thought she was trying to sleep, but he didn't complain when she pulled the blanket over her head, unzipped his pants, and sucked on his cock for most of the three-and-a-half hour flight to Boston. She was frustrated and annoyed that she couldn't make him cum. She had never been a slut in her life, and now that she was willing to try to please her Master, she couldn't get the job done.

Emily thought about asking the man for a ride home, and maybe having a second try at making him cum in her mouth, but he picked up his pace, putting distance between them. When she saw him greeting his wife and children near the baggage claim she understood why.

Feeling disgusted and disappointed with herself, Emily went to wait for a bus in the freezing cold of a February in Boston wearing only a thin, slutty club dress that barely covered her body.