"Mm, Mistress p-please!" the whore begged out from underneath me. I had his thick, curly hair in an exceedingly vice-like grip, pulling his head back as far as it could go as I rammed my huge strap-on into his gaping hole over and yet again. "Awe, does the poor little slut want something?" I yanked his hair back even harder. "Use your words, pet." I finished the statement by spitting on his face.