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- Mar 21, 2024
Eight months ago...
While at home or my temp job, all week I couldn't stop thinking about Marla's offer. My boring, brain-numbing office temp job where for eight hours a day I kept the breakroom tidy, answered phones and scanned old paper files from, like, a gazillion years ago into computer memory to free up cabinet space for more paper files. Each hum of the scanner made me think of all that money... What I'd have to do to earn it.
Late Friday afternoon my boss said I wouldn't be needed after today. Wow! Yesterday he'd wanted to talk to me over dinner about accepting a more permanent position at the firm. I had a sneaking suspicion that the only positions he wanted to offer me was missionary or some variation of doggy! I politely turned him down.
I might not have college smarts, but when it comes to men? Hell, I could've written a doctoral thesis on men by the time I was a Junior in high school. I was never in the running for the title of School Tramp but I sure as hell wasn't celibate either!
I'd been told that this job would last at least a month. Filing, typing and answering phones... But the day after I turned him down, I'm let go... Cause and effect? Yea, but try proving it.
The asshole didn't even tell me early enough that I could call the temp agency so they might be able to find me a job on Monday. Which meant I'd have to spend probably an entire morning in the temp agency's office while they found me a new job. Yet another day without pay! I became even more depressed when I checked my bank balance. Comparing the pitiful amount of the paycheck just deposited to what I would have earned working for Marla... Fuck!
I'd been let go from another job when a wife dropped by to visit her husband. Due to what I could only attribute to pettiness, jealousy and discrimination against the pretty, she'd sent a note to the temp agency that I exhibited a 'provocative demeanor' and wore 'unsuitable clothing'! I pleaded not guilty to both charges. Because I was innocent!
Okay! My facial structure is well within the range that people consider pretty. I'm over six-feet tall. I'm blonde and slender with big boobies. So what if I'm a walking, talking Barbie Doll! Get over it, Bitch! You didn't need to get me fired!
I didn't exhibit a provocative demeanor and my clothes were completely suitable. No low-cut tops showing cleavage or short dresses showing too much thigh. No peasant blouses or crop tops. I always wore a bra! I hadn't even worn my tight jeans! Just slacks... What was I supposed to do? It's impossible to disguise Barbie except in a long Winter coat...
I was in a bad mood that night when I went on a date with a guy my mom set me up with. How bad does my life suck when my mom is arranging blind dates for me?
In high school it was easy to get dates. I knew everyone and everyone knew me and my dating status. If I dumped a boyfriend during first period, I'd have three boys asking me out by lunch. Out in the Real World it was more difficult. I didn't know anyone and no one knew me. Cute guys that I wished would ask me out just passed on by. They didn't know I was single and looking. Not one guy seemed to have the guts to ask me out! Did I have to hang a sign around my neck: Single and Available!
Asshats probably thought I had boyfriends lined up around the block and dates every night of the week. Instead, I was sitting in my parent's den eating ice cream and watching insipid Hallmark romance movies. Stupid gutless men!
My mom put up with my moping around for a month before setting me up on a blind date with a friends' grandson. I'd been seeing this guy off and on for a month. At first, he seemed like a pretty good guy. Then a week ago we'd had sex. Very unsatisfying sex for me at least. He'd been way too eager to skimp on the foreplay too get to the fucking. Tonight was to be our second time having sex and the only reason I'd agreed to going to his apartment was the hope his poor performance the first time had been due to just the regular issues of having first-time sex with a new partner.
Sadly, it wasn't.
His performance was, again, just terrible. A few kisses while we undressed each other on the couch. Of course, he expected a long blow job, while I received barely enough pussy fingering, tit fondling and nipple sucking to get me moist. Missionary sex on the couch... Straight in-and-out, wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am sex. Very uninspired.
As if I needed more reasons to put him on my Men Not to Date list, he came quickly and didn't cuddle afterwards! Marriage material, he was not! Contemplating a life of ho-hum sex was unbearable. He didn't know it yet, but this was to be our last date!
Later that night as he drove me home, I couldn't help but think of the money I would have earned if I did what I just did with a client Marla sent me to meet. Of course, the client would be a stranger. But... Looking at my date as he drove me home, I wondered just how much I knew about him. Not much really and yet I'd just sucked his cock and spread my legs for him on a couch.
My date noticed me looking at him and smiled. Somehow, I guess he took my look of consideration as a look of sexual desire. Pulling over to park on the street just before mine, he leaned over to kiss me. His hand was on my boob even before our lips met.
"You don't need to be home yet," he said after kissing me. We engaged in a little wrestling as I tried to pull away. I wanted to go home and he wanted… Well, what he wanted was pretty obvious as he un-buttoned my blouse enough to allow his hand to slide inside my bra cup to fondle my tit.
I would have pulled away more forcefully, but I was tired. In a few minutes I'd insist on going home so I continued to let him stretch my bra out of shape and play with my tits while we kissed. We continued in this way until I grasped his wrist and pulled his hand out of my bra. He then took my hand in his and placed it on the hard-on in his jeans. He opened his jeans and pushed my hand under his boxers to rub my hand on his cock.
"You can take care of this, can't you? C'mon, Olivia. You're so good at sucking cock, it'll take just a few more minutes. It's not as if you haven't done it before."
I had a choice. A short blow job or a long wrestling match... Fuck it! It just wasn't worth it. If it gets me home quicker… It flashed through my thoughts how Marla had defined a whore. A woman having sex for any reason other than her enjoyment... I didn't want to suck his cock, but I was going to. It had been a long day, a shitty week at work and I just didn't give a damn. I'd already sucked his cock once tonight before letting him fuck me... If one more blow job got me home without an argument or more wrestling…
A streetlight a few houses away provided enough illumination for me to see as I helped push jeans and underwear down far enough to expose an already hard cock. My date pushed his seat back as far as it would go from the steering wheel to give me room to start sucking him off.
Another strike against this guy was that he was quick out of the gate, if you take my meaning. Although I didn't mind so much this time. After only a few minutes of mouth and hand action, he was already groaning and close to release. A hand on the back of my neck tried to push my head down and hold my mouth around his cock. But I've never let a guy come in my mouth. I managed to pull my head away just in time to cup one hand over his tip while stroking faster with my other hand.
Having come in me already, he didn't fill my palm with much cum. While he continued to moan out his satisfaction, whispering that I gave fantastic head, I continued to milk his cock until I was sure I'd emptied his shaft. Opening my car door, I leaned out to wipe as much cum onto the grass between sidewalk and curb as I could. Rubbing my hands to spread out the cum left on my hands let the remaining residue dry quickly and flake away.
I adjusted my boobs to lie comfortably in their cups and buttoned my blouse during the short drive to my house. Mom and Dad were watching TV as I walked in. Passing the chess board on my way to the stairs, I saw that Dad had made a move. It was not one I'd expected. It would require more study in the morning before I made my move. I spent a few minutes watching TV with my parents. I informed my disappointed mom that I wouldn't be seeing the guy she'd set me up with ever again.
"But Cindy will be so disappointed. Her grandson's such a nice guy."
"Well, you know what they say about 'nice guys'. Nice guys finish last."
I had to promise to work in the flower beds tomorrow before mom dropped the subject of me dumping her friend's son. I watched a little more TV and ate all their popcorn before I went upstairs to shower and go to bed.
After several minutes of tossing and turning because I was feeling 'unsatisfied' after my date. I quickly stripped off my nightshirt and panties. I retrieved my best friends in the world from their carefully hidden spot in my closet. Betsy was a small vibrator that I liked because of its fast vibrations. I liked Ross because it was 12-inches of thick plastic.
I closed my eyes to shut out all external distractions as I began my usual masturbatory routine. Playing with my tits and tweaking my nipples with the fingers of one hand while my other hand began fingering my pussy. In my mind's-eye it was a mystery lover's hands caressing me instead of my hands. When I was wet and ready, I reached for Betsy.
My parents were still watching TV on the first floor and my bedroom was on the second. There was no chance they'd hear the quiet, battery-driven huuuummmm of Betsy. I turned the motor on with a twist to screw the base in tighter. I started moving the vibrating tip lightly over my clit. Further down, the fingers of my other hand began to play with my pussy. Pulling and stretching the skin around my hole.
Dipping one and then two fingertips inside my wetness, I gradually increased Betsy's pressure over my clit. After sliding two fingers up to the knuckles inside me, I wanted more penetration and reached for Ross. Inch-by-inch, I fed my hungry pussy the thick plastic length. Six inches... Then seven... Eight...
Gut muscles clenched and released as I moved the long length inside me in a circular motion. The walls of my pussy pushed against and shoved aside parts of me that were not usually moved. Sliding Betsy over my clit... Pushing Ross in another inch... Then another inch... Oh fuck... The girth of Ross's thick base, thicker than any cock I'd fucked, was stretching my hole wide. Deep, so very deep inside me cunt muscles were clenching, trying to push the invading plastic from places not accustomed to such deep penetration.
My hips began a circular movement as my excitement grew. I moved Betsy quicker over my clit. My other hand gripped the tiny amount of Ross not inside me and began fucking my pussy. In/out... In/out... I pushed and pulled Ross faster. My panting breathes changed to a series of low moans. My thighs began to quiver. My knees rose from the sheets.
I clamped my teeth together to quiet my moans and the sounds of my excitement as I imagined the plastic inside me was the large, hard cock of my fantasy lover. The sound Betsy made changed pitch as I moved it faster, pressed it harder to my clit.
My knees rose more and then...
My thighs slapped together, trapping my hand and Ross between them. My panting breaths changed to sound like the squeaking of a mouse as stomach muscles seized up as I moved to the edge of orgasm.
"Oh, fuck," I squeaked, straining to quiet my voice as I pushed vibrating Betsy hard against my clit. The 10-inches of Ross inside my pussy fucked me deep and fast, moving me closer and closer... Time stopped... I was sooooo close... My hips were twerking to fuck Ross. Then I froze as my orgasm erased all else around me.
"Oh fuck... Oh fuck... Oh fuck," I repeated in a quiet squeak through my orgasm. I pressed Betsy as hard as I could against my clit and held it there. I shoved all 12-inches of Ross inside me.
For an interminable time the only movement I was capable of was the spastic twerking of my hips as I fucked Ross through one… Two… Three waves of orgasmic pleasure. Pressure built and built between my thighs until there was a sudden release as juice flowed from my pussy to soak the sheets under my ass.
But pleasure can't last. My clit became so sensitive I had to pull Betsy away. Groaning, my wet fingers relaxed and deep cunt muscles pushed half of Ross from my pussy. Pulling all of Ross out, I rolled onto my side in a fetal position as I panted like a dog and slowly began returning to the world outside my orgasm.
"Fuck meee..." I breathed out in a moan as my wet, slippery fingers tried and failed to unscrew Betsy's base to turn off the humm of the motor. I had to wipe my wet fingers onto my sheets until they were dry enough to twist the motor off.
"Holy shit," I muttered in the sudden silence.
"Motherfucker…" Orgasms are always pleasurable but this one! WOW! I was limp and exhausted in the aftermath of this one!
Nothing was out of the ordinary from all the times before when I'd masturbated. Except, one thing. What was unusual this time was, it wasn’t someone I’d screwed or dated or even seen that I'd imagined as my fantasy man fucking me.
Before tonight it was always a boy I'd screwed. A boy I wanted to screw. Or a guy I'd at least seen! After binge watching Remington Steele, Pierce Brosnan and his accent had paired with me through many, many nights of orgasmic pleasure.
But tonight, I'd been fantasy fucked by a stranger. I was hesitant to even form a thought about why... Why I'd come so hard was because... Because in the dark recesses of my fantasy... I didn't recognize this man because he was a stranger Marla had sent me to!
My knees were weak as I forced myself to go through the ritual clean-up. I wiped Betsy and Ross clean with the still damp towel from my shower. I then slathered on an anti-microbial hand sanitizer to help prevent a yeast infection before tucking them safely back into their hidey-hole.
After using the same towel to clean between my thighs, I crawled back between the sheets only to rediscover the large wet spot created by the copious amount of pussy juice I’d squirted. Feeling the sheet and discovering how large this wet spot was... Damn! I'd squirted before during masturbation but never this much.
Fuck it! I didn't feel like expending the effort to change the sheets. I collapsed onto a dry area and fell asleep.
Saturday and Sunday were occupied by weeding flower beds, routine household chores and shopping with Mom. But every night, my faceless mystery stranger would pin me to a wall, or a bed or bend me over a table and… And I discovered that I had to do a lot of laundry when mom wasn't around to have clean, dry sheets to sleep on.
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Monday morning, I was sitting in a Coffee Clutch near Marla's office. I could either walk down the street and up two flights of stairs or I could catch the next subway to the temp office. I was weighing my options. The pros vs the cons... The ying vs the yang... Magnum's Ferrari vs ... Well, there was no versus. Magnum's Ferrari beats everything! I've wanted one ever since binge watching the old series. But I'd never be able to afford one on a temp's salary.
All weekend I'd thought about my Friday night date. Going to his apartment could be chalked up to curiosity. Would he really be as bad again as he'd been the first time we'd had sex? But sucking his cock in the car was definitely just me whoring myself to get the date over with. I still felt dirty about how quickly I'd surrendered to giving him a blow job in his car.
I also thought about how I'd made my date believe he was a fantastic lover who'd rocked my world as he laid on top of me after coming. Even as I sat on the toilet to wipe my pussy lips clean of cum, I continued to tell him how great I felt even as I was secretly hoping he'd just take me home.
I never knew what a great actress I was. If I could convince that waste of potential that I'd enjoyed his pathetic performance, could I do the same to other men? Men I'd just met? And get paid for it? Paid as if I was an actress simply performing a part... A nude part... But I've been nude with men before.
Sipping my third cup of coffee, I wondered if seeing a client could be worse than Friday night. Maybe, maybe not, but the reward would be more than a meal and a quickie on a couch. Without consciously trying, in crept the feelings, the excitement, the orgasms I'd had over the weekend while imaging myself being fucked by a nameless, faceless stranger.
'Hearing more about the offer from Marla wouldn't be so bad. I can always say no,' I rationalized. Decision made, I walked down the street and up two flights. Marla remembered me and seemed delighted to see me again. I turned down her offer of coffee. While she poured herself a cup I asked if the offer was still open.
"It certainly is, Olivia."
"And I'd be able to, umm, work every day?"
"For someone with your looks and body," Marla laughed. "I can find you clients seven days a week if that's what you want. Is it?"
"No! I mean, I wouldn't be able to explain my trips into the city on the weekends."
"Well, as I said before, with just a little luck as far as scheduling goes, I'm certain that very soon you can have a client every day through the week. Two clients if I can schedule things right and if you want that much money."
For the next half-hour, Marla went over her rules. I could turn down requests from clients if there was fear of bodily harm or arrest. Marla also said I could turn down requests for anal sex unless, 'the client requests it in advance so you can get ready.' I was very curious how a girl 'got ready' for anal sex but was too shy to ask. We decided on my working name, Viv, and after answering a few more questions I had, Marla leaned back in her chair and asked if I'd be willing to start today.
"Today? You mean, like, now!?"
"Certainly. Why not? Viv, if you're going to back out, now's the time to find out. This way I won't have wasted very much of my time."
I thought for maybe five seconds. After I hesitantly agreed, Marla called on her phone and I had my first appointment with a client scheduled. Marla handed me a card with the client's name, address and time of the meeting.
"If you chicken out," Marla added. "Which has happened before with other girls, no hard feelings, just never come to me again. Viv, you're very intelligent and you have the face and figure to make a lot of money.
"You now have," Marla checked her watch. "Forty-five minutes to decide if you have the courage to follow through with what it takes to earn that money."
I was unsure I had the courage. Very, very unsure. But forty minutes later I was in a stranger's office.
"Damn! Marla said she was sending someone who was perfect. Now I believe her. You are everything I hoped for, Viv," Tim gushed as he locked the door behind me.
"Come closer. I don't have much time. I wasn't expecting Marla's call back saying she'd found a girl. I scheduled a meeting with a couple of associates in half-an-hour... Get undressed. Get undressed," I was commanded as he took off his coat and tie.
When he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it onto a chair, I unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it. When his pants hit the floor so, too, did my skirt. Boxers and panties dropped at the same time. I still had my bra on. I tried to stand still as he circled me but I couldn't stop my knees from trembling. I couldn't stop my body from tensing as my bra was unhooked. I couldn't help my gasp when a hard cock dragged across my ass cheeks.
As my bra fell away to expose my boobs the man behind me lost no time in reaching around to weigh them in the palms of his hands. Squeezing and playing with their softness. Pinching and rolling my already hard nipples between his thumb and finger. He continued fondling their softness, whispering in my ear me how perfect they were.
"Damn! When you came in, I thought, 'No way are those tits real!' But they are... They are definitely real," he exclaimed.
I just stood there while my tits were roughly massaged. I was too surprised? Shocked? Too something to do anything but close my eyes and stand in place as a stranger's hands continued to play with my tits. My stomach muscles quivered when fingers slid down and past my mound my to slide over my clit... Dip into my pussy.
I like to think I have a nice body. Though I'm a hair over six-foot tall in bare feet, I have a slender frame which made my Double-D boobs even more noticeable. I've lost count of the times I've caught men, and even women, staring at the straining buttons of my blouses. Big boobs are hard to hide and are seemingly difficult to ignore. So, I've gotten used to the stares and have used them to my advantage from time to time. Amazing what an unbuttoned button or two will do. Speeding ticket reduced to a warning? Yup, twice! But a stranger had never just grabbed my boobs.
This man seemed to be in a hurry though. After feeling me up for a few more seconds he led me to a small couch and set me down while he remained standing. With the obvious male appendage now at eye level... I didn't need to be a rocket scientist to figure out what was expected.
Of course, I've given blowjobs before. Plenty of them. Just never one to a man I've known for less than five minutes. His penis was pretty much normal as I took it in my hand. Well, average size at least from what my previous experiences had taught me. I used my grip to hold his cock still while I leaned forward to run my tongue over the sensitive tip. I continued to run my tongue lightly around the exposed tip. It was the man who gasped now as I milked a drop of pre-cum from his shaft and collected it on the tip of my tongue.
I really wished he practiced penis hygiene a bit more. But he wasn't as bad as... I still shudder when I remember sucking off one football player I had as a boyfriend in high school. He'd given barely a nod to taking a shower after playing those four innings or halves or whatever. His crotch had been pretty ripe.
Putting that memory from my mind, I did what was expected and soon was alternating between stoking the shaft and letting cock slide over my tongue to fill my mouth. Hands moved to hold my head still as hips began to move. I was no longer sucking his cock; I was being mouth fucked.
For the next minute the wet sounds of 'gah-gah-gah-gah' I made as cock rammed against the back of my throat combined with his groans of pleasure. As his hips moved faster, saliva I couldn't swallow dripped to wet my tits and carpet. I thought he was going to finish in my mouth, but instead the penis in my mouth was pulled away.
"Fuck, that was damned good," the guy exclaimed as he moved away. My knees felt weak and my legs shook as he pulled me up from the couch. I was pushed and shoved to bend over a nearby table. Once I was in the position he wanted, he hit my ass with several stinging slaps.
"Goddamn, you've got a fine tight ass! I hope your pussy is just as tight!"
I looked over my shoulder as I felt the tip of his penis slide over and around my slit. Stupid questions clogged my thoughts, 'Was I really going to let a stranger… What would I do if he asked for a condom. I hadn't thought to buy any.' That moment passed quickly as he wasted no time in mounting me.
With my legs spread I was as open and ready as I could manage but, God, I was nervous. The first push of his tip inside me made me tense. His penis was still wet with my saliva, but I was dry and tight from muscles being tense. His eager, first thrusts pulled and stretched me enough to cause me to throw my head back and cry out.
Stilling his thrusts, he warned me to be quieter. I put a hand over my mouth and turned my next cries into whimpers. Damn! My dry pussy walls being pulled and stretched by a dry cock hurt but thankfully it wasn't long before his thrusts between my legs caused me to moisten. Soon he was exclaiming at how tight I was as he continued to use me fast and hard.
I had to wonder why he'd warned me to be quiet. The fleshy sound of his hips pounding into my ass cheeks sounded much louder to me than my little yelp! Not long afterwards he stiffened and pushed deep with short, hard jabs against my ass cheeks. I felt numb as I felt the pulsing of his cock as he came inside me.
I looked back at him over my shoulder again and couldn't even remember his name! Yet, I could feel his cock pulse inside me as he filled my pussy with cum... My God! It had all happened so quickly I hadn't had time to think about what I was doing. What he was doing!
Which was probably a good thing I decided later.
While he was still groaning his release, I lowered my head and looked between our bodies. His cock was wet with our sex as he continued to slowly move inside me. It didn't seem possible that in so short a time I'd gone from being a 'good girl' to becoming a whore. But... Oh, my God, but... Knowing I'd just been fucked by a stranger filled me with naughty excitement!
But if there was any doubt of my new status on my part, my client soon dispelled them. He certainly had no doubts. I was a whore and that's how he treated me. Pulling his cock out and tossing me my panties. Telling me to put them on quickly.
"I don't want you leaking cum on my couch and carpet," he said. He sat on the couch as soon as I'd done what I'd been told. Hands on my hips pulled and positioned me until I was kneeling between his legs. Again, there was no uncertainty of what he expected. Remembering I was to do anything a client wanted, I leaned forward to suck on his sticky dick.
Cleaning sex from a penis with my mouth was a first for me. The taste wasn't what I'd expected. Not as bad as I'd feared when I'd refused to do the same with boyfriends from my past. His crotch smelled strongly of pussy, of course. That bothered me more than the taste. But knowing that I was being paid to suck this cock helped enormously in overcoming my reluctance. While I sucked his cock clean, his hands were reaching to play with my tits again.
He wasn't in my mouth for very long before he was pushing my head away, telling me to hurry and get dressed. Looking at his watch after we were dressed, he gave another muttered, 'Damn it!' Pulling out his wallet he leafed through the bills before, with a shrug of his shoulders, he added more. Pulling the neck of my blouse open, he pressed the folded bills into my bra with further instructions.
"Get better clothes before you come back. Something that will say you belong here if a partner sees you. You look like a damned teenager who wandered in to use the bathroom. And get a Brazilian Wax. I don't like hairy pussies. I'll fuck my wife if I want to fuck a hairy pussy," I was told even as his hand pushed up my skirt to press the cum wet crotch of my panties into my slit. Fingers circled between my thighs smearing cum over my pussy lips. To remove any trace of cum he might have gotten while fingering me, he stuck his fingers in my mouth for me to suck.
"I love tall, beautiful girls," I was told while I sucked on the fingers fucking my mouth. "I'll be calling you again! I won't be so pressed for time our next appointment. I'll be able to really enjoy your big tits and pussy for longer. But for now, go... go... go... I have that other meeting to get to."
'If my sex on Friday night had been wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am, this beat it all to hell,' I thought as I left his office. Looking at a clock on the wall I shook my head in disbelief. I'd been in the office for maybe twenty minutes! Hell, I could write a book now... How to Become a Whore in Twenty Minutes or Less... It was sure to become a bestseller!
On the elevator ride to the lobby, I was positive people were looking at me differently. But they weren't. I was certain I wasn't the only one to smell the sex that was pooling in the crotch of my panties. But no one seemed to.
I may have been new at being a whore, but I wasn't new to cleaning up after sex. Mom and dad never suspected how many times I came home from a date with my pussy filled with cum. The crotch of my panties wet. After getting directions to a Ladies Room from a guard in the lobby, I used the lessons I'd learned in high school to good effect now. Sitting on a toilet, I used tissue to wipe the smeared cum from between my thighs.
While I was the only one in the bathroom, I used the sink to rinse the thick cum from the crotch of my panties. I stopped from putting them back on and put them in my bookbag instead. I kept emergency tampons in my bookbag. I inserted one to keep more cum from oozing out. After last wipes of my pussy lips and slit with damp tissues, I left the building. Bright sunlight and a cool breeze cleared my head as I began looking for a taxi to flag down.
In the taxi I put my head back, closed my eyes and tried to relax. I'd never been treated like... Like what had just happened in that office. Blow job, mouth-fucked, mounted, cleaning a sticky cock, cum smeared over my pussy lips on purpose just because... Just because he could! To that guy I was a whore. A bought and paid for sex toy to be used however he wanted. And I'd let him...
Pulling the bills from my bra, I counted them and... He actually gave me this much for so short a time? Fuck! Counting and recounting the amount, I felt better and more relaxed by the time I entered Marla's office.
"The client called and said he was very pleased with you," Marla said as she came from around her desk to give me a hug.
"I'm not sure why," I replied with some surprise. "It all happened so fast I don't see how he could have enjoyed it."
"One minute or two hours, it all pays the same," Marla replied with a shrug as she leaned against the edge of her desk.
"He did say he wanted you to dress a bit more professionally and less like a teenager next time. Shall I schedule you for a next time when he calls? Wait, wait, before you answer, here," Marla said as picked up an envelope from her desk and handed it to me. "You haven't given me a bank account I can deposit your pay in so that's it in cash this time. Now, tell me, do you want there to be a next time?"
I opened the envelope and counted my share of the fee Marla charged men for my time and body. I mentally added it to the cash gift I'd pulled from my bra. It was more money than I'd ever had in my hands at one time. It exceeded my weekly paycheck from the temp agency. All for undressing and bending over a table for ten or fifteen minutes.
Today had been so unexpected and fast, I hadn't really had time to think. Just react. Now I had time. It took me some time to think about whether or not I wanted a next time. Marla was quiet and gave me that time. After looking at the money in the envelope again...
"Yes, I want there to be a next time," I nodded.
"Fine," Marla said with a large smile. Reaching over her desk she handed me a card.
"Here's the address of a hotel and the room number. One of my other girls was asked to spend more time with her client and she agreed. I was going to call him and cancel but since your appointment lasted only a short time... Do you want the money?"
I looked at the time written on the card, added two hours and knew I could still make it to the train on time to go home. Just the thought of doubling the amount of money I was putting in my bookbag made me decide quickly.
"I'll do it," I declared.
Window shopping with actual money in my possession took on a whole new meaning while I killed time until my appointment. So many great clothes and wonderful shoes to choose from! My fingers were itching to pull out my cash and buy now, now, now! But I didn't. I showed restraint. Only because I didn't want to show up at my appointment carrying shoe boxes though. I did remember to buy some condoms. Half an hour later I was knocking on my first hotel door.
This time the man who answered my knock kept me for the full two hours. There was no rush...rush... rush this time. We had drinks and I amused the guy with my ability to line up three shots and toss them back in less than three seconds. A talent learned at not-so-distant high school parties. The alcohol relaxed me. Though he was an old guy in his thirties, he turned out to be a far better lover than my Friday night date by far!
Even after I removed my tampon, my pussy remained moist. Plus, there was none of the initial frantic thrusts my first client had mounted me with. This client eased his cock inside me an inch or two at a time. Only after my pussy had his shaft well lubricated did he begin fucking me fast and hard.
I guessed he didn't want to come too fast because he pulled out and positioned me on my hands and knees for doggy fucking. He seemed to be slowly moving inside me for enjoyment rather than a desire to come. He reached around to play with my tits for a short time before he put me on my back again. I could tell he was close to coming inside me when, to my surprise, he pulled out and knee walked up my body.
For the first time I was titty-fucked. My hands were clumsy at pushing and molding my big boobs around his shaft while trying to keep his moving cock between my tits. But I got better with practice. I didn't like it when he spit on me though. That was kind'a gross but it did add lubrication so his cock could slide easier in the valley between my tits.
I thought he'd cum on or between my tits. I was surprised when he blasted cum over my face, up my nose and in my mouth. Cum shot up my nose... That was a first... That was kind'a gross, too. The guy seemed to really, really enjoy cleaning my face by the simple expedient of using a finger to push his thick cum into my mouth. 'Whatever floats his boat,' I decided with a mental shrug.
This was really my first taste of a large amount of cum. I felt like one of the wine tasters I'd seen in movies as cum covered my taste buds. 'The flavor of this vintage is tart and acidic with just a hint of a metallic aftertaste.' All-in-all the taste of cum wasn't nearly as bad as I'd always assumed it would be.
That was the only time we had sex. I sucked his cock for a time while we relaxed on the bed, but he didn't come. He reciprocated by pushing my thighs apart and eating my pussy. That felt great. So great that I pushed him onto his back and sat on his face. Turnabout was fair after all. He'd covered my face with cum. By twerking my hips, I covered his face with my copious pussy juice. But I didn't come either.
Cleaning up in a hotel suite's bathroom after having sex was much easier than in a lobby's Ladies Room. Especially when I put my hair up with a scrunchy and could step into the shower to sluice off 99% of the cum left on my face and tits. As I was about to leave, I was handed an envelope along with a promise he'd request me when he was in town again. In the elevator I looked inside the envelope. Five wonderful, beautiful hundred-dollar bills!
"Fuck yea! Spit on my tits all you want to as long as I get this," I shouted in the empty elevator. I felt faint. This gift money plus what I had earned from the previous client plus the amount Marla would hand me at her office!! There were so many things I wanted to rush out to buy!
Marla had another card waiting for me when I entered her office. Time and location for an appointment tomorrow afternoon in the same hotel I'd just left. This time I accepted without thinking. I'd even have plenty of time in the morning to shop!
When I got home, I remembered what my first client had requested. I've cut and shaved the hair on my pussy lips before. Wearing bikinis during the Summer and my cheerleader panty-shorts during school required it. You don't want hair peeking around the sides of the crotch while doing splits and high kicks in front of an audience.
But I'd never tried to shave everything. I shaved most of my bush in the shower. I finished while sitting on the counter next to the bathroom sink. Looking into the mirror to shave the few hairs I'd missed in the shower. Despite having to bend my back into uncomfortable positions to see, I think I managed to do a fairly decent job of it.
While at home or my temp job, all week I couldn't stop thinking about Marla's offer. My boring, brain-numbing office temp job where for eight hours a day I kept the breakroom tidy, answered phones and scanned old paper files from, like, a gazillion years ago into computer memory to free up cabinet space for more paper files. Each hum of the scanner made me think of all that money... What I'd have to do to earn it.
Late Friday afternoon my boss said I wouldn't be needed after today. Wow! Yesterday he'd wanted to talk to me over dinner about accepting a more permanent position at the firm. I had a sneaking suspicion that the only positions he wanted to offer me was missionary or some variation of doggy! I politely turned him down.
I might not have college smarts, but when it comes to men? Hell, I could've written a doctoral thesis on men by the time I was a Junior in high school. I was never in the running for the title of School Tramp but I sure as hell wasn't celibate either!
I'd been told that this job would last at least a month. Filing, typing and answering phones... But the day after I turned him down, I'm let go... Cause and effect? Yea, but try proving it.
The asshole didn't even tell me early enough that I could call the temp agency so they might be able to find me a job on Monday. Which meant I'd have to spend probably an entire morning in the temp agency's office while they found me a new job. Yet another day without pay! I became even more depressed when I checked my bank balance. Comparing the pitiful amount of the paycheck just deposited to what I would have earned working for Marla... Fuck!
I'd been let go from another job when a wife dropped by to visit her husband. Due to what I could only attribute to pettiness, jealousy and discrimination against the pretty, she'd sent a note to the temp agency that I exhibited a 'provocative demeanor' and wore 'unsuitable clothing'! I pleaded not guilty to both charges. Because I was innocent!
Okay! My facial structure is well within the range that people consider pretty. I'm over six-feet tall. I'm blonde and slender with big boobies. So what if I'm a walking, talking Barbie Doll! Get over it, Bitch! You didn't need to get me fired!
I didn't exhibit a provocative demeanor and my clothes were completely suitable. No low-cut tops showing cleavage or short dresses showing too much thigh. No peasant blouses or crop tops. I always wore a bra! I hadn't even worn my tight jeans! Just slacks... What was I supposed to do? It's impossible to disguise Barbie except in a long Winter coat...
I was in a bad mood that night when I went on a date with a guy my mom set me up with. How bad does my life suck when my mom is arranging blind dates for me?
In high school it was easy to get dates. I knew everyone and everyone knew me and my dating status. If I dumped a boyfriend during first period, I'd have three boys asking me out by lunch. Out in the Real World it was more difficult. I didn't know anyone and no one knew me. Cute guys that I wished would ask me out just passed on by. They didn't know I was single and looking. Not one guy seemed to have the guts to ask me out! Did I have to hang a sign around my neck: Single and Available!
Asshats probably thought I had boyfriends lined up around the block and dates every night of the week. Instead, I was sitting in my parent's den eating ice cream and watching insipid Hallmark romance movies. Stupid gutless men!
My mom put up with my moping around for a month before setting me up on a blind date with a friends' grandson. I'd been seeing this guy off and on for a month. At first, he seemed like a pretty good guy. Then a week ago we'd had sex. Very unsatisfying sex for me at least. He'd been way too eager to skimp on the foreplay too get to the fucking. Tonight was to be our second time having sex and the only reason I'd agreed to going to his apartment was the hope his poor performance the first time had been due to just the regular issues of having first-time sex with a new partner.
Sadly, it wasn't.
His performance was, again, just terrible. A few kisses while we undressed each other on the couch. Of course, he expected a long blow job, while I received barely enough pussy fingering, tit fondling and nipple sucking to get me moist. Missionary sex on the couch... Straight in-and-out, wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am sex. Very uninspired.
As if I needed more reasons to put him on my Men Not to Date list, he came quickly and didn't cuddle afterwards! Marriage material, he was not! Contemplating a life of ho-hum sex was unbearable. He didn't know it yet, but this was to be our last date!
Later that night as he drove me home, I couldn't help but think of the money I would have earned if I did what I just did with a client Marla sent me to meet. Of course, the client would be a stranger. But... Looking at my date as he drove me home, I wondered just how much I knew about him. Not much really and yet I'd just sucked his cock and spread my legs for him on a couch.
My date noticed me looking at him and smiled. Somehow, I guess he took my look of consideration as a look of sexual desire. Pulling over to park on the street just before mine, he leaned over to kiss me. His hand was on my boob even before our lips met.
"You don't need to be home yet," he said after kissing me. We engaged in a little wrestling as I tried to pull away. I wanted to go home and he wanted… Well, what he wanted was pretty obvious as he un-buttoned my blouse enough to allow his hand to slide inside my bra cup to fondle my tit.
I would have pulled away more forcefully, but I was tired. In a few minutes I'd insist on going home so I continued to let him stretch my bra out of shape and play with my tits while we kissed. We continued in this way until I grasped his wrist and pulled his hand out of my bra. He then took my hand in his and placed it on the hard-on in his jeans. He opened his jeans and pushed my hand under his boxers to rub my hand on his cock.
"You can take care of this, can't you? C'mon, Olivia. You're so good at sucking cock, it'll take just a few more minutes. It's not as if you haven't done it before."
I had a choice. A short blow job or a long wrestling match... Fuck it! It just wasn't worth it. If it gets me home quicker… It flashed through my thoughts how Marla had defined a whore. A woman having sex for any reason other than her enjoyment... I didn't want to suck his cock, but I was going to. It had been a long day, a shitty week at work and I just didn't give a damn. I'd already sucked his cock once tonight before letting him fuck me... If one more blow job got me home without an argument or more wrestling…
A streetlight a few houses away provided enough illumination for me to see as I helped push jeans and underwear down far enough to expose an already hard cock. My date pushed his seat back as far as it would go from the steering wheel to give me room to start sucking him off.
Another strike against this guy was that he was quick out of the gate, if you take my meaning. Although I didn't mind so much this time. After only a few minutes of mouth and hand action, he was already groaning and close to release. A hand on the back of my neck tried to push my head down and hold my mouth around his cock. But I've never let a guy come in my mouth. I managed to pull my head away just in time to cup one hand over his tip while stroking faster with my other hand.
Having come in me already, he didn't fill my palm with much cum. While he continued to moan out his satisfaction, whispering that I gave fantastic head, I continued to milk his cock until I was sure I'd emptied his shaft. Opening my car door, I leaned out to wipe as much cum onto the grass between sidewalk and curb as I could. Rubbing my hands to spread out the cum left on my hands let the remaining residue dry quickly and flake away.
I adjusted my boobs to lie comfortably in their cups and buttoned my blouse during the short drive to my house. Mom and Dad were watching TV as I walked in. Passing the chess board on my way to the stairs, I saw that Dad had made a move. It was not one I'd expected. It would require more study in the morning before I made my move. I spent a few minutes watching TV with my parents. I informed my disappointed mom that I wouldn't be seeing the guy she'd set me up with ever again.
"But Cindy will be so disappointed. Her grandson's such a nice guy."
"Well, you know what they say about 'nice guys'. Nice guys finish last."
I had to promise to work in the flower beds tomorrow before mom dropped the subject of me dumping her friend's son. I watched a little more TV and ate all their popcorn before I went upstairs to shower and go to bed.
After several minutes of tossing and turning because I was feeling 'unsatisfied' after my date. I quickly stripped off my nightshirt and panties. I retrieved my best friends in the world from their carefully hidden spot in my closet. Betsy was a small vibrator that I liked because of its fast vibrations. I liked Ross because it was 12-inches of thick plastic.
I closed my eyes to shut out all external distractions as I began my usual masturbatory routine. Playing with my tits and tweaking my nipples with the fingers of one hand while my other hand began fingering my pussy. In my mind's-eye it was a mystery lover's hands caressing me instead of my hands. When I was wet and ready, I reached for Betsy.
My parents were still watching TV on the first floor and my bedroom was on the second. There was no chance they'd hear the quiet, battery-driven huuuummmm of Betsy. I turned the motor on with a twist to screw the base in tighter. I started moving the vibrating tip lightly over my clit. Further down, the fingers of my other hand began to play with my pussy. Pulling and stretching the skin around my hole.
Dipping one and then two fingertips inside my wetness, I gradually increased Betsy's pressure over my clit. After sliding two fingers up to the knuckles inside me, I wanted more penetration and reached for Ross. Inch-by-inch, I fed my hungry pussy the thick plastic length. Six inches... Then seven... Eight...
Gut muscles clenched and released as I moved the long length inside me in a circular motion. The walls of my pussy pushed against and shoved aside parts of me that were not usually moved. Sliding Betsy over my clit... Pushing Ross in another inch... Then another inch... Oh fuck... The girth of Ross's thick base, thicker than any cock I'd fucked, was stretching my hole wide. Deep, so very deep inside me cunt muscles were clenching, trying to push the invading plastic from places not accustomed to such deep penetration.
My hips began a circular movement as my excitement grew. I moved Betsy quicker over my clit. My other hand gripped the tiny amount of Ross not inside me and began fucking my pussy. In/out... In/out... I pushed and pulled Ross faster. My panting breathes changed to a series of low moans. My thighs began to quiver. My knees rose from the sheets.
I clamped my teeth together to quiet my moans and the sounds of my excitement as I imagined the plastic inside me was the large, hard cock of my fantasy lover. The sound Betsy made changed pitch as I moved it faster, pressed it harder to my clit.
My knees rose more and then...
My thighs slapped together, trapping my hand and Ross between them. My panting breaths changed to sound like the squeaking of a mouse as stomach muscles seized up as I moved to the edge of orgasm.
"Oh, fuck," I squeaked, straining to quiet my voice as I pushed vibrating Betsy hard against my clit. The 10-inches of Ross inside my pussy fucked me deep and fast, moving me closer and closer... Time stopped... I was sooooo close... My hips were twerking to fuck Ross. Then I froze as my orgasm erased all else around me.
"Oh fuck... Oh fuck... Oh fuck," I repeated in a quiet squeak through my orgasm. I pressed Betsy as hard as I could against my clit and held it there. I shoved all 12-inches of Ross inside me.
For an interminable time the only movement I was capable of was the spastic twerking of my hips as I fucked Ross through one… Two… Three waves of orgasmic pleasure. Pressure built and built between my thighs until there was a sudden release as juice flowed from my pussy to soak the sheets under my ass.
But pleasure can't last. My clit became so sensitive I had to pull Betsy away. Groaning, my wet fingers relaxed and deep cunt muscles pushed half of Ross from my pussy. Pulling all of Ross out, I rolled onto my side in a fetal position as I panted like a dog and slowly began returning to the world outside my orgasm.
"Fuck meee..." I breathed out in a moan as my wet, slippery fingers tried and failed to unscrew Betsy's base to turn off the humm of the motor. I had to wipe my wet fingers onto my sheets until they were dry enough to twist the motor off.
"Holy shit," I muttered in the sudden silence.
"Motherfucker…" Orgasms are always pleasurable but this one! WOW! I was limp and exhausted in the aftermath of this one!
Nothing was out of the ordinary from all the times before when I'd masturbated. Except, one thing. What was unusual this time was, it wasn’t someone I’d screwed or dated or even seen that I'd imagined as my fantasy man fucking me.
Before tonight it was always a boy I'd screwed. A boy I wanted to screw. Or a guy I'd at least seen! After binge watching Remington Steele, Pierce Brosnan and his accent had paired with me through many, many nights of orgasmic pleasure.
But tonight, I'd been fantasy fucked by a stranger. I was hesitant to even form a thought about why... Why I'd come so hard was because... Because in the dark recesses of my fantasy... I didn't recognize this man because he was a stranger Marla had sent me to!
My knees were weak as I forced myself to go through the ritual clean-up. I wiped Betsy and Ross clean with the still damp towel from my shower. I then slathered on an anti-microbial hand sanitizer to help prevent a yeast infection before tucking them safely back into their hidey-hole.
After using the same towel to clean between my thighs, I crawled back between the sheets only to rediscover the large wet spot created by the copious amount of pussy juice I’d squirted. Feeling the sheet and discovering how large this wet spot was... Damn! I'd squirted before during masturbation but never this much.
Fuck it! I didn't feel like expending the effort to change the sheets. I collapsed onto a dry area and fell asleep.
Saturday and Sunday were occupied by weeding flower beds, routine household chores and shopping with Mom. But every night, my faceless mystery stranger would pin me to a wall, or a bed or bend me over a table and… And I discovered that I had to do a lot of laundry when mom wasn't around to have clean, dry sheets to sleep on.
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Monday morning, I was sitting in a Coffee Clutch near Marla's office. I could either walk down the street and up two flights of stairs or I could catch the next subway to the temp office. I was weighing my options. The pros vs the cons... The ying vs the yang... Magnum's Ferrari vs ... Well, there was no versus. Magnum's Ferrari beats everything! I've wanted one ever since binge watching the old series. But I'd never be able to afford one on a temp's salary.
All weekend I'd thought about my Friday night date. Going to his apartment could be chalked up to curiosity. Would he really be as bad again as he'd been the first time we'd had sex? But sucking his cock in the car was definitely just me whoring myself to get the date over with. I still felt dirty about how quickly I'd surrendered to giving him a blow job in his car.
I also thought about how I'd made my date believe he was a fantastic lover who'd rocked my world as he laid on top of me after coming. Even as I sat on the toilet to wipe my pussy lips clean of cum, I continued to tell him how great I felt even as I was secretly hoping he'd just take me home.
I never knew what a great actress I was. If I could convince that waste of potential that I'd enjoyed his pathetic performance, could I do the same to other men? Men I'd just met? And get paid for it? Paid as if I was an actress simply performing a part... A nude part... But I've been nude with men before.
Sipping my third cup of coffee, I wondered if seeing a client could be worse than Friday night. Maybe, maybe not, but the reward would be more than a meal and a quickie on a couch. Without consciously trying, in crept the feelings, the excitement, the orgasms I'd had over the weekend while imaging myself being fucked by a nameless, faceless stranger.
'Hearing more about the offer from Marla wouldn't be so bad. I can always say no,' I rationalized. Decision made, I walked down the street and up two flights. Marla remembered me and seemed delighted to see me again. I turned down her offer of coffee. While she poured herself a cup I asked if the offer was still open.
"It certainly is, Olivia."
"And I'd be able to, umm, work every day?"
"For someone with your looks and body," Marla laughed. "I can find you clients seven days a week if that's what you want. Is it?"
"No! I mean, I wouldn't be able to explain my trips into the city on the weekends."
"Well, as I said before, with just a little luck as far as scheduling goes, I'm certain that very soon you can have a client every day through the week. Two clients if I can schedule things right and if you want that much money."
For the next half-hour, Marla went over her rules. I could turn down requests from clients if there was fear of bodily harm or arrest. Marla also said I could turn down requests for anal sex unless, 'the client requests it in advance so you can get ready.' I was very curious how a girl 'got ready' for anal sex but was too shy to ask. We decided on my working name, Viv, and after answering a few more questions I had, Marla leaned back in her chair and asked if I'd be willing to start today.
"Today? You mean, like, now!?"
"Certainly. Why not? Viv, if you're going to back out, now's the time to find out. This way I won't have wasted very much of my time."
I thought for maybe five seconds. After I hesitantly agreed, Marla called on her phone and I had my first appointment with a client scheduled. Marla handed me a card with the client's name, address and time of the meeting.
"If you chicken out," Marla added. "Which has happened before with other girls, no hard feelings, just never come to me again. Viv, you're very intelligent and you have the face and figure to make a lot of money.
"You now have," Marla checked her watch. "Forty-five minutes to decide if you have the courage to follow through with what it takes to earn that money."
I was unsure I had the courage. Very, very unsure. But forty minutes later I was in a stranger's office.
"Damn! Marla said she was sending someone who was perfect. Now I believe her. You are everything I hoped for, Viv," Tim gushed as he locked the door behind me.
"Come closer. I don't have much time. I wasn't expecting Marla's call back saying she'd found a girl. I scheduled a meeting with a couple of associates in half-an-hour... Get undressed. Get undressed," I was commanded as he took off his coat and tie.
When he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it onto a chair, I unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it. When his pants hit the floor so, too, did my skirt. Boxers and panties dropped at the same time. I still had my bra on. I tried to stand still as he circled me but I couldn't stop my knees from trembling. I couldn't stop my body from tensing as my bra was unhooked. I couldn't help my gasp when a hard cock dragged across my ass cheeks.
As my bra fell away to expose my boobs the man behind me lost no time in reaching around to weigh them in the palms of his hands. Squeezing and playing with their softness. Pinching and rolling my already hard nipples between his thumb and finger. He continued fondling their softness, whispering in my ear me how perfect they were.
"Damn! When you came in, I thought, 'No way are those tits real!' But they are... They are definitely real," he exclaimed.
I just stood there while my tits were roughly massaged. I was too surprised? Shocked? Too something to do anything but close my eyes and stand in place as a stranger's hands continued to play with my tits. My stomach muscles quivered when fingers slid down and past my mound my to slide over my clit... Dip into my pussy.
I like to think I have a nice body. Though I'm a hair over six-foot tall in bare feet, I have a slender frame which made my Double-D boobs even more noticeable. I've lost count of the times I've caught men, and even women, staring at the straining buttons of my blouses. Big boobs are hard to hide and are seemingly difficult to ignore. So, I've gotten used to the stares and have used them to my advantage from time to time. Amazing what an unbuttoned button or two will do. Speeding ticket reduced to a warning? Yup, twice! But a stranger had never just grabbed my boobs.
This man seemed to be in a hurry though. After feeling me up for a few more seconds he led me to a small couch and set me down while he remained standing. With the obvious male appendage now at eye level... I didn't need to be a rocket scientist to figure out what was expected.
Of course, I've given blowjobs before. Plenty of them. Just never one to a man I've known for less than five minutes. His penis was pretty much normal as I took it in my hand. Well, average size at least from what my previous experiences had taught me. I used my grip to hold his cock still while I leaned forward to run my tongue over the sensitive tip. I continued to run my tongue lightly around the exposed tip. It was the man who gasped now as I milked a drop of pre-cum from his shaft and collected it on the tip of my tongue.
I really wished he practiced penis hygiene a bit more. But he wasn't as bad as... I still shudder when I remember sucking off one football player I had as a boyfriend in high school. He'd given barely a nod to taking a shower after playing those four innings or halves or whatever. His crotch had been pretty ripe.
Putting that memory from my mind, I did what was expected and soon was alternating between stoking the shaft and letting cock slide over my tongue to fill my mouth. Hands moved to hold my head still as hips began to move. I was no longer sucking his cock; I was being mouth fucked.
For the next minute the wet sounds of 'gah-gah-gah-gah' I made as cock rammed against the back of my throat combined with his groans of pleasure. As his hips moved faster, saliva I couldn't swallow dripped to wet my tits and carpet. I thought he was going to finish in my mouth, but instead the penis in my mouth was pulled away.
"Fuck, that was damned good," the guy exclaimed as he moved away. My knees felt weak and my legs shook as he pulled me up from the couch. I was pushed and shoved to bend over a nearby table. Once I was in the position he wanted, he hit my ass with several stinging slaps.
"Goddamn, you've got a fine tight ass! I hope your pussy is just as tight!"
I looked over my shoulder as I felt the tip of his penis slide over and around my slit. Stupid questions clogged my thoughts, 'Was I really going to let a stranger… What would I do if he asked for a condom. I hadn't thought to buy any.' That moment passed quickly as he wasted no time in mounting me.
With my legs spread I was as open and ready as I could manage but, God, I was nervous. The first push of his tip inside me made me tense. His penis was still wet with my saliva, but I was dry and tight from muscles being tense. His eager, first thrusts pulled and stretched me enough to cause me to throw my head back and cry out.
Stilling his thrusts, he warned me to be quieter. I put a hand over my mouth and turned my next cries into whimpers. Damn! My dry pussy walls being pulled and stretched by a dry cock hurt but thankfully it wasn't long before his thrusts between my legs caused me to moisten. Soon he was exclaiming at how tight I was as he continued to use me fast and hard.
I had to wonder why he'd warned me to be quiet. The fleshy sound of his hips pounding into my ass cheeks sounded much louder to me than my little yelp! Not long afterwards he stiffened and pushed deep with short, hard jabs against my ass cheeks. I felt numb as I felt the pulsing of his cock as he came inside me.
I looked back at him over my shoulder again and couldn't even remember his name! Yet, I could feel his cock pulse inside me as he filled my pussy with cum... My God! It had all happened so quickly I hadn't had time to think about what I was doing. What he was doing!
Which was probably a good thing I decided later.
While he was still groaning his release, I lowered my head and looked between our bodies. His cock was wet with our sex as he continued to slowly move inside me. It didn't seem possible that in so short a time I'd gone from being a 'good girl' to becoming a whore. But... Oh, my God, but... Knowing I'd just been fucked by a stranger filled me with naughty excitement!
But if there was any doubt of my new status on my part, my client soon dispelled them. He certainly had no doubts. I was a whore and that's how he treated me. Pulling his cock out and tossing me my panties. Telling me to put them on quickly.
"I don't want you leaking cum on my couch and carpet," he said. He sat on the couch as soon as I'd done what I'd been told. Hands on my hips pulled and positioned me until I was kneeling between his legs. Again, there was no uncertainty of what he expected. Remembering I was to do anything a client wanted, I leaned forward to suck on his sticky dick.
Cleaning sex from a penis with my mouth was a first for me. The taste wasn't what I'd expected. Not as bad as I'd feared when I'd refused to do the same with boyfriends from my past. His crotch smelled strongly of pussy, of course. That bothered me more than the taste. But knowing that I was being paid to suck this cock helped enormously in overcoming my reluctance. While I sucked his cock clean, his hands were reaching to play with my tits again.
He wasn't in my mouth for very long before he was pushing my head away, telling me to hurry and get dressed. Looking at his watch after we were dressed, he gave another muttered, 'Damn it!' Pulling out his wallet he leafed through the bills before, with a shrug of his shoulders, he added more. Pulling the neck of my blouse open, he pressed the folded bills into my bra with further instructions.
"Get better clothes before you come back. Something that will say you belong here if a partner sees you. You look like a damned teenager who wandered in to use the bathroom. And get a Brazilian Wax. I don't like hairy pussies. I'll fuck my wife if I want to fuck a hairy pussy," I was told even as his hand pushed up my skirt to press the cum wet crotch of my panties into my slit. Fingers circled between my thighs smearing cum over my pussy lips. To remove any trace of cum he might have gotten while fingering me, he stuck his fingers in my mouth for me to suck.
"I love tall, beautiful girls," I was told while I sucked on the fingers fucking my mouth. "I'll be calling you again! I won't be so pressed for time our next appointment. I'll be able to really enjoy your big tits and pussy for longer. But for now, go... go... go... I have that other meeting to get to."
'If my sex on Friday night had been wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am, this beat it all to hell,' I thought as I left his office. Looking at a clock on the wall I shook my head in disbelief. I'd been in the office for maybe twenty minutes! Hell, I could write a book now... How to Become a Whore in Twenty Minutes or Less... It was sure to become a bestseller!
On the elevator ride to the lobby, I was positive people were looking at me differently. But they weren't. I was certain I wasn't the only one to smell the sex that was pooling in the crotch of my panties. But no one seemed to.
I may have been new at being a whore, but I wasn't new to cleaning up after sex. Mom and dad never suspected how many times I came home from a date with my pussy filled with cum. The crotch of my panties wet. After getting directions to a Ladies Room from a guard in the lobby, I used the lessons I'd learned in high school to good effect now. Sitting on a toilet, I used tissue to wipe the smeared cum from between my thighs.
While I was the only one in the bathroom, I used the sink to rinse the thick cum from the crotch of my panties. I stopped from putting them back on and put them in my bookbag instead. I kept emergency tampons in my bookbag. I inserted one to keep more cum from oozing out. After last wipes of my pussy lips and slit with damp tissues, I left the building. Bright sunlight and a cool breeze cleared my head as I began looking for a taxi to flag down.
In the taxi I put my head back, closed my eyes and tried to relax. I'd never been treated like... Like what had just happened in that office. Blow job, mouth-fucked, mounted, cleaning a sticky cock, cum smeared over my pussy lips on purpose just because... Just because he could! To that guy I was a whore. A bought and paid for sex toy to be used however he wanted. And I'd let him...
Pulling the bills from my bra, I counted them and... He actually gave me this much for so short a time? Fuck! Counting and recounting the amount, I felt better and more relaxed by the time I entered Marla's office.
"The client called and said he was very pleased with you," Marla said as she came from around her desk to give me a hug.
"I'm not sure why," I replied with some surprise. "It all happened so fast I don't see how he could have enjoyed it."
"One minute or two hours, it all pays the same," Marla replied with a shrug as she leaned against the edge of her desk.
"He did say he wanted you to dress a bit more professionally and less like a teenager next time. Shall I schedule you for a next time when he calls? Wait, wait, before you answer, here," Marla said as picked up an envelope from her desk and handed it to me. "You haven't given me a bank account I can deposit your pay in so that's it in cash this time. Now, tell me, do you want there to be a next time?"
I opened the envelope and counted my share of the fee Marla charged men for my time and body. I mentally added it to the cash gift I'd pulled from my bra. It was more money than I'd ever had in my hands at one time. It exceeded my weekly paycheck from the temp agency. All for undressing and bending over a table for ten or fifteen minutes.
Today had been so unexpected and fast, I hadn't really had time to think. Just react. Now I had time. It took me some time to think about whether or not I wanted a next time. Marla was quiet and gave me that time. After looking at the money in the envelope again...
"Yes, I want there to be a next time," I nodded.
"Fine," Marla said with a large smile. Reaching over her desk she handed me a card.
"Here's the address of a hotel and the room number. One of my other girls was asked to spend more time with her client and she agreed. I was going to call him and cancel but since your appointment lasted only a short time... Do you want the money?"
I looked at the time written on the card, added two hours and knew I could still make it to the train on time to go home. Just the thought of doubling the amount of money I was putting in my bookbag made me decide quickly.
"I'll do it," I declared.
Window shopping with actual money in my possession took on a whole new meaning while I killed time until my appointment. So many great clothes and wonderful shoes to choose from! My fingers were itching to pull out my cash and buy now, now, now! But I didn't. I showed restraint. Only because I didn't want to show up at my appointment carrying shoe boxes though. I did remember to buy some condoms. Half an hour later I was knocking on my first hotel door.
This time the man who answered my knock kept me for the full two hours. There was no rush...rush... rush this time. We had drinks and I amused the guy with my ability to line up three shots and toss them back in less than three seconds. A talent learned at not-so-distant high school parties. The alcohol relaxed me. Though he was an old guy in his thirties, he turned out to be a far better lover than my Friday night date by far!
Even after I removed my tampon, my pussy remained moist. Plus, there was none of the initial frantic thrusts my first client had mounted me with. This client eased his cock inside me an inch or two at a time. Only after my pussy had his shaft well lubricated did he begin fucking me fast and hard.
I guessed he didn't want to come too fast because he pulled out and positioned me on my hands and knees for doggy fucking. He seemed to be slowly moving inside me for enjoyment rather than a desire to come. He reached around to play with my tits for a short time before he put me on my back again. I could tell he was close to coming inside me when, to my surprise, he pulled out and knee walked up my body.
For the first time I was titty-fucked. My hands were clumsy at pushing and molding my big boobs around his shaft while trying to keep his moving cock between my tits. But I got better with practice. I didn't like it when he spit on me though. That was kind'a gross but it did add lubrication so his cock could slide easier in the valley between my tits.
I thought he'd cum on or between my tits. I was surprised when he blasted cum over my face, up my nose and in my mouth. Cum shot up my nose... That was a first... That was kind'a gross, too. The guy seemed to really, really enjoy cleaning my face by the simple expedient of using a finger to push his thick cum into my mouth. 'Whatever floats his boat,' I decided with a mental shrug.
This was really my first taste of a large amount of cum. I felt like one of the wine tasters I'd seen in movies as cum covered my taste buds. 'The flavor of this vintage is tart and acidic with just a hint of a metallic aftertaste.' All-in-all the taste of cum wasn't nearly as bad as I'd always assumed it would be.
That was the only time we had sex. I sucked his cock for a time while we relaxed on the bed, but he didn't come. He reciprocated by pushing my thighs apart and eating my pussy. That felt great. So great that I pushed him onto his back and sat on his face. Turnabout was fair after all. He'd covered my face with cum. By twerking my hips, I covered his face with my copious pussy juice. But I didn't come either.
Cleaning up in a hotel suite's bathroom after having sex was much easier than in a lobby's Ladies Room. Especially when I put my hair up with a scrunchy and could step into the shower to sluice off 99% of the cum left on my face and tits. As I was about to leave, I was handed an envelope along with a promise he'd request me when he was in town again. In the elevator I looked inside the envelope. Five wonderful, beautiful hundred-dollar bills!
"Fuck yea! Spit on my tits all you want to as long as I get this," I shouted in the empty elevator. I felt faint. This gift money plus what I had earned from the previous client plus the amount Marla would hand me at her office!! There were so many things I wanted to rush out to buy!
Marla had another card waiting for me when I entered her office. Time and location for an appointment tomorrow afternoon in the same hotel I'd just left. This time I accepted without thinking. I'd even have plenty of time in the morning to shop!
When I got home, I remembered what my first client had requested. I've cut and shaved the hair on my pussy lips before. Wearing bikinis during the Summer and my cheerleader panty-shorts during school required it. You don't want hair peeking around the sides of the crotch while doing splits and high kicks in front of an audience.
But I'd never tried to shave everything. I shaved most of my bush in the shower. I finished while sitting on the counter next to the bathroom sink. Looking into the mirror to shave the few hairs I'd missed in the shower. Despite having to bend my back into uncomfortable positions to see, I think I managed to do a fairly decent job of it.
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