I can’t make sense of the pleas and moans and screams coming out of my mouth, as he grunts and keeps plowing me, my visceral need growing.

If this is sex, why isn’t everyone doing it every day, all the time? Why is it kept secret, private and discouraged? I want to keep doing only this for the rest of my life. I want him inside my dripping pussy, and my ass, and circling my clit with one thumb, and cupping my breast with one hand just like he’s doing now, until the end of time.

It’s my last thought as I completely lose all concept of time and space.

I think I pass out. I’m fairly certain I do, because the next time I blink, there’s something hard and soft all at once pressing against my lips.

“I cleaned it,” he assures me, as my eyes lazily lift to his mask face.

The head of his cock hovers over my lips. I part them. Keller doesn’t ask if I’ve done it before, so I’m spared the embarrassment of confessing to yet another way I’m completely ignorant. Instead of waiting for me to do something, he sways his lips a little, pushing his cock in and out of my mouth. All I need is to keep it open.

“Head back,” he says gently. “Don’t fight it. Breathe through your nose, yeah?”

I’m past protests. My mind and body simply obey. His cock presses past my tongue, into my throat. It narrows in protest, but then I force a breath into my nose, and the huge appendage eases farther inside.

I breathe with my nose, and he fucks my throat, his hand fisting my curls.

My ass and pussy are empty, wet and raw, both tightening without reason, as if somehow still in need of attention. Letting him use my throat makes me want his cock elsewhere, everywhere.

He’s turning me into something I wasn’t yesterday, something I didn’t think I ever could be.

A needy, mindless slut.

I like sucking him. I like him fucking my ass. This is what I am, who I am. Someone who genuinely loves sex.

Part of me wonders how he could have known I’d be like this. Because he did know. He told me, and I didn’t believe him. Maybe everyone actually enjoys it once they give it a try. Or maybe he saw something in me.

“Look at her dripping cunt,” I hear someone laugh. “It looks like it wants my cock.”

“Touch her and I cut it off,” Keller snaps.

That makes my entire body sing. He’s not going to let anyone else touch me. I’m his toy, and I love it.

The sound of his grunt as his hips move faster, his thrusts shallower, make me feel powerful. Wanted. Skilled.