Gabriel looked down at the cum caked whore. Her face was just an absolute mess of drying bodily fluids and ruined makeup. He loved it. His cock softened a bit, still maintaining a longer shape than she was used to as it rested mere centimeters from her face. Krista soon began to cough at the sudden need for air. Though it was also a combination from almost drowning in cum, the burning sensations of the cigar smoke in the cabin. It managed to wake her up.
She felt cheap. Used. Dirty. This man had face fucked like some brothel whore. But that was the thing, wasn't it? He bought and could do with her as he damn well pleased. She looked down, ashamed to even meet his gaze. She knew it didn't make sense. What pride could she have in front of a man that had just shoved his cock in her mouth for the better part of two hours. What hurt the most, besides her sore jaw, was that between her thighs, a wet spot had formed. Fuck. Her body had reacted to this man's rough actions in a way she feared he'd interpret as an invitation for more. And worse, she feared that it would also get to her. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Gabriel looked down at his whore, She had lost the bet.
"That was a good start." He said, looking down. "You tried, and I won't deny you that." He said, with all the discipline and authority his voice carried. He lifted her head up by her chin. She struggled the slightest bit, but knew it was futile. Underneath the dried cum and spit on her face, she was blushing as he held her chin and cheeks in his hand. She looked directly into the eyes of beast, and unknowingly bit her lip. "But, you did lose." He dragged his thumb along her lower lip. Krista was both afraid and anxious for what he would do next. She feared what it was he was going to have her do now. He let go of her face, and as she moved to look back down, her chin hit the head of his cock.
Krista couldn't imagine she would be surprised anymore tonight, but there, beneath her chin, his cock was erect once more. It couldn't be. Her memory of all of her ex's comforted her that he would be done for a while, that mixed with the man's older appearance, Krista believed he'd be done for the night. Yet, it was right in front of her again, in all its virile glory. She looked back up at Gabriel. He still had that shit-eating smirk he had all night.
She wanted to accuse him of maybe cheating. Her mind raced with different scenarios to justify how he was up so quickly. Mostly involving performance enhancing drugs. She held her tongue. She knew better than to get aggressive with him currently. It was pointless. Like her predicament. She decided to look at the bright side, if there was any at all.
She couldn't deny his appealing features. She wasn't blind, he was handsome, broad, strong. She had a hard time believing this man couldn't find a woman for himself every other night. Then again, maybe that was not what he wanted. Were the circumstances different, Krista could see herself being his...she didn't know what she would be to this man in another world. But in this one, she tried to find a way to enjoy him.
Gabriel could see the gears turning in her head. She was clearly contemplating her actions carefully. She wasn't stupid like many of the others he's had before. Nor was she predictable. Most would simply go back to gagging on his cock. Not that he minded, but it was nice to see variety now and then. He was never one for using brute force to fuck his whores into submission. No, the submission came from them, then, and only then, did he oblige himself to taking them for his pleasure.