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I kneeled there and ate his cum like a dirty slut. I looked up at him and he was grinning like an arrogant bastard. Maybe it was the alcohol in him, maybe it was my submissive side making him so cocky, maybe it was the big dick still leaking cum onto the back of my tongue. I swallowed, his big dick still in my mouth. His salty cum tasted sweeter than usual. “That’s the rum, whore! It makes my cum sweeter,” he said. I was still wearing my bag and clear heels. I had just walked in the door after a long day of work. He took a final gulp out of the bottle and then walked out, leaving me there in the little area with all our shoes, kneeling, cum-eating, all alone. I was his slut. His conquest. His submissive slave. Out there, he was free to do whatever he wanted. In here, I was mom and wife and, of course, cum-eating Asian whore.

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This prose poem is a response to this original poem by Moctezuma Johnson:

Getting ready for work

in my apartment
she didn’t even take her clear heels off
in that little area where the shoes and whores go
she kneeled
i dangled cock at her
she sucked
and sucked good.
i spurted eight creamy loads
zipped up and
walked out
said goodnight
walked off to work