Free Nadine, Nadine vignette 1 by Gabriella Webster

***Nadine***

    The cheap industrial carpet on the floor of Nadine’s rented efficiency apartment bit into her knees. Yet it was the nicest of all her current
discomforts. If pressed, she would have admitted that, at the moment, the large cock ramming the back of her throat had to be the worst. A woman has be paid to do something , she thought sadly.
    “Look at me,” the man—john, trick, whatever—said to her through clenched teeth. He gripped the base of his cock in one hand and the back of
her head with the other, guiding her up and down his shaft the way he liked.
    This john was a regular. A repeat customer. Regulars were appreciated. It made knowing how to please them so much easier.
    Nadine tried her best to raise her eyes to meet his. Not an easy thing while bobbing up and down on a large cock. Her palms rested against his thighs, her
thumbs grazing his sac at the crease. He groaned. “Fuck, Lynn. I wanna come on your face.”
    She moaned her approval, and tried to nod. She didn’t care how he finished as long as he did. Soon, too, if it wasn’t too much trouble. Her jaw
ached.
    “You look so beautiful with your lips around my cock,” he murmured and let his head fall backward.
    He was close. Really close.
    Thank God!
    Nadine worked harder. The distinctive taste of pre-cum coated her tongue.
    “Fuck,” he growled, shoving his dick farther down her throat, and she struggled not to gag. Regretfully, it had taken turning tricks for Nadine
to learn how to deep-throat. It was a skill a few of her former boyfriends would have enjoyed.
    What has my life come to? She groaned. Discouraged.
    The john mistook the noise as further approval, and he pounded into her harder. The first splash of cum hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed as
the john pulled free of her mouth with a small pop.
    He pumped his hand down his cock, milking it, and she closed her eyes as more semen splashed on her face. He finished with a growl, and tapped her lips
with the crown of his cock.
    When it was clear he was finished, she opened her eyes. He’d already pulled up his pants and tucked himself inside, when their gazes met.
“Fuck, Lynn. I love looking at myself on you.” He stepped back, and fished his wallet out from his back pocket. “Damn. It looks
good.”
    Nadine couldn’t believe it. He had that hungry I-want-more look again. He had better pay for regular sex this time. She didn’t think she could
perform another blow job for him so soon after the last one. He really was that big, or her mouth really was that small.
    He pulled a bill out and tossed it to the ground in front of her. He then walked to the door and stopped. “Next week,” he said over his
shoulder.
    She smiled. “Anytime. You know my number.”
    “Be ready, sugar.”
    “I will be.”
    “Good.” Then he walked out the door, closing it softly behind him.
    She slumped in relief. Regulars. It was good to have them.
    Nadine sighed again, and retrieved the tip from the floor. A twenty. Heh. She stood and made her way to the tiny bathroom where she kept a small
metal lockbox at the back of a drawer in the vanity. She shoved the bill into it. She’d clean up first, then take the time to secure the cash before
going out to look for more work.
    Splashing water on her face, she washed off her smeared makeup and the client’s cum. She patted her face dry and gazed at her reflection.
“Nadine, are you sure you did everything you could? Are you sure this was the only answer?” It wasn’t the first time she’d
questioned her choices in life. It wasn’t like she’d wanted to be a prostitute. But now… The money was good enough to live on and she
wasn’t on the streets turning tricks in alleyways. Her head fell forward to land against the mirror with a thud.
    She had tried everything, hadn’t she? She hadn’t given up too early, had she? She hadn’t settled, right? Nadine sighed. “No,
you did all you could,” she told herself, needing to believe her