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The Present...
After letting Tim have his jollies mouthfucking me, I kept his cock in my mouth. His cock wasn't large. I pushed and took all of him inside my mouth so he could feel me swallow. Afterwards I mixed us more drinks and let Tim watch me swish my drink around my mouth to prove I didn't have cum stuck in my teeth. Men are leery kissing me after coming in my mouth. I've laughed to myself, thinking how some men might react if they knew another client had seeded my pussy less than an hour before they began feasting between my thighs.
Moving to the bed we talked and drank booze while waiting to see if his cock revived in time for more fucking. While we lounged on the bed Tim did his usual bitching. His job, his wife, his ungrateful kids, life in general... The usual. There are times when I think Tim's verbal purging help him far more than the sex. It was certainly a bargain for Tim considering what therapist charged. Plus, I did far more than validate parking.
But this time there was something different in Tim's verbal list of life's inadequacies. The more he drank, the more he talked about having a great deal of money in the near future. I wasn't really listening. This weekend was Mom's birthday, While Tim talked about money I was trying to decide on a gift. Nothing seemed right that I could buy on the temp office salary she thought I earned. What I wanted to buy her... Fuck it, I'll tell her it was on sale.
Tim's cock refused to rise for more fucking even after I sucked his cock again. Well, Tim had just turn fifty and old guys need more time. I wasn't disappointed. Getting paid to just lie in bed and listen to Tim bitch? Color me grateful! Afterwards in the taxi I texted Marla to report mission accomplished so my portion of the fee would be deposited into my account,
Relaxing in the back of the taxi I remembered the first time I'd met Tim...
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Eight months ago...
All week, while at home or my temp job, 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.
Friday afternoon my boss said this was my last day. Wow! I'd started on Monday. I'd been told the job would last two months until a secretary returned from maternity leave. 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'd politely turned him down and now I was fired. 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'd have most of the day to find me a job on Monday. Which meant I'd have to spend an entire morning in the temp agency's office while they found me a new job. 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!
In the three weeks I've temped, I'd already been fired from one 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 called the agency. I exhibited a 'provocative demeanor' and wore 'unsuitable clothing'! I pleaded not guilty to both charges. Because I was innocent!
Okay! I'm pretty. I'm six-feet tall. I'm blonde and slender with big boobs. So what if I'm a walking, talking sex doll! Get over it, Bitch! You didn't need to get me fired because your husband looks when I walk past! Fired from two jobs in only a month for sex related reasons! I had to disagree with Meatloaf's beautiful song, Two Out Of Three Ain't Bad. I'd been sent to three jobs. I'd been fired from one because of a jealous wife and another by a boss that couldn't take rejection. Two out of three might not be bad, but two out of three really sucked, too! Getting fired wasn't all that had me in a bad mood that weekend.
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. But I'd made a vow to cut ties with high school boys when I graduated. I was an adult now looking for an adult relationship. But in the Real World it was more difficult to meet guys. 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. Did I have to hang a sign around my neck: Single and Available! Asshats probably thought pretty girls had boyfriends lined up around the block and dates every night of the week. Instead, I was sitting in my parent's den on Friday night: my face buried in a tub of ice cream and watching insipid Hallmark romance movies.
I had an exciting weekend feeling sorry for myself while working in Mom's flower beds and doing household chores. But every night I'd lie awake thinking about Marla's offer of a job where I'd get paid a lot of money for how I looked instead of getting fired...
Monday morning, I was sitting in a Coffee Clutch near Marla's office. Sipping my coffee, I thought about my shrinking bank balance and weighing my options. I needed a job and a paycheck this week! I needed money now or when my period started, I'd have to raid Mom's stash for free tampons.
'Hearing more about the offer wouldn't be so bad. I can always say no,' I rationalized. I walked down the street and up two flights. Marla 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, I'm certain you won't have many days without a client. Two if I can schedule things right and you want that much money."
"And you pay by the day," I asked, thinking of my bank balance. "I mean, I won't have to wait two weeks like at some jobs?"
"I don't pay by the day, Olivia," Marla laughed. "I deposit money in your account when you text the job is over."
For the next half-hour, Marla went over her rules. Nothing that risks arrest or physical harm. 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 I was too shy to ask.
We'd decided on my 'working' name when Marla asked if I'd want to see a client today.
"Today? You mean, like, now!?"
"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 about a stranger doing... I thought about how much cash I had left in my pocket after paying for the over-priced Coffee Clutch coffee this morning. After I hesitantly agreed, Marla picked up 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 written on it.
"Viv, you have the face and figure to make a great deal of money." Marla added looking at her watch. "You now have 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 laid it over the back of a chair. 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 slowly circled me: visually inspecting me while hands traced over my hips and ass cheeks. 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 hands on my hips pulled my ass against a hard cock.
As my bra fell away to expose my boobs the man behind me lost no time in reaching around to weigh them in his hands. Bounce them in his hands. Strong fingers squeezed their softness. Thumbs and fingers pinched and rolled my already hard nipples. Tim continued playing with my tits while 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."
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 doors an unbuttoned button or two will do. Speeding ticket reduced to a warning? Yup, twice! But I'd never let a stranger just grab my boobs.
I just stood there while my tits were roughly massaged by a stranger I'd just met. I was to... Surprised? Shocked? To 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... Fingers dipped into my pussy.
This man behind me 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. Average size 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 the cock of 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 mouthfucked.
For the next minute the wet sounds I made as cock was 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 his nearby desk. 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 Tim's 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. 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! It 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 began 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 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... With shame, I realized that being fucked by a stranger filled me with naughty excitement! Feeling both excitement and shame, I realized that I was a whore. Even if I never had another client. Even if I refused the money from Marla, nothing would erase these few minutes when I was a whore.
But if there was any doubt of my new status on my part, Tim soon dispelled them. He certainly had no doubts. He'd paid for a whore and that's how he treated me. Pulling his cock out he tossed me my panties. Told me to put them on quickly.
"I don't want you leaking cum on my couch and carpet," he said.
As soon as my panties were on, he sat on the couch. 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. I'd refused to do the same with boyfriends from my past. I'd never let a boyfriend come in my mouth. The taste wasn't what I'd expected. Not as bad as I'd feared. His crotch smelled strongly of my pussy. 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. Looking at his watch and telling me to hurry and get 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 with big tits," I was told while I sucked on the fingers trying to touch my tonsils. "I'll definitely 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."
'I've had quicky, wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am sex before but this set a new record,' 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 less than 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 was 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 the crotch of my panties wet and my pussy filled with cum. 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've been treated like a whore... Blow job, mouthfucked, mounted, cum dripping down my thighs... Nothing I hadn't done before, but that had been while having fun on dates with boyfriends. Today it was while being treated like a sex toy by a stranger!
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, time passed and I felt 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 picked up an envelope from her desk.
"He did say he wanted you to dress less like a teenager next time. Do you want there to be a next time? Before you answer, here," Marla said as she handed the envelope 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 Tim 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, sucking a cock and bending over a table for fifteen minutes!
Today had been so unexpected and fast, I hadn't really had time to think; only 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 hour from now. Do you want the money?"
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. I did remember to buy some condoms.
This time the man who answered my knock on the hotel door 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 five seconds. A talent learned at not-so-distant high school parties. The alcohol relaxed me. Though he was a client he fucked me better than some of my boyfriends.
This client wasn't in a hurry like Tim. There were no initial frantic thrusts. This client eased his cock inside me slowly. Only when my pussy had his shaft wet did he begin fucking me fast and hard. He didn't want to come too fast. He pulled out and positioned me on my hands and knees for doggy fucking. He seemed to like 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.
I was mouthfucked for the second time today. I thought he'd cum in my mouth. Something I'd never allowed my boyfriends to do. I was resigned to my first mouthful of cum when he pulled out and blasted cum over my cheeks and chin and even up my nose. Cum shot up my nose... That was a first... That was kind'a gross, too. The guy seemed to enjoy cleaning my face by the simple expedient of using a finger to push thick cum from my face 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 salty, metallic aftertaste.' Except for the cum clogging my nose the experience 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 and, by twerking my hips, I covered his face with copious pussy juice and any remaining cum of Tim's. I didn't come either.
The client left soon after sex. He invited me to stay and order room service if I wanted. As he left, he handed me an envelope along with a promise he'd request me when he was in town again. I looked inside the envelope after he left. Five wonderful, beautiful hundred-dollar bills! 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 stepped into the shower to sluice off 99% of the cum left on my face and tits.
"Fuck! Fill my nose with cum all you want to as long as I get this," I shouted to the room. 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! Any thoughts of returning to my temp jobs were over!
Marla had more money waiting for me when I entered her office. Plus, another card with the 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!
After letting Tim have his jollies mouthfucking me, I kept his cock in my mouth. His cock wasn't large. I pushed and took all of him inside my mouth so he could feel me swallow. Afterwards I mixed us more drinks and let Tim watch me swish my drink around my mouth to prove I didn't have cum stuck in my teeth. Men are leery kissing me after coming in my mouth. I've laughed to myself, thinking how some men might react if they knew another client had seeded my pussy less than an hour before they began feasting between my thighs.
Moving to the bed we talked and drank booze while waiting to see if his cock revived in time for more fucking. While we lounged on the bed Tim did his usual bitching. His job, his wife, his ungrateful kids, life in general... The usual. There are times when I think Tim's verbal purging help him far more than the sex. It was certainly a bargain for Tim considering what therapist charged. Plus, I did far more than validate parking.
But this time there was something different in Tim's verbal list of life's inadequacies. The more he drank, the more he talked about having a great deal of money in the near future. I wasn't really listening. This weekend was Mom's birthday, While Tim talked about money I was trying to decide on a gift. Nothing seemed right that I could buy on the temp office salary she thought I earned. What I wanted to buy her... Fuck it, I'll tell her it was on sale.
Tim's cock refused to rise for more fucking even after I sucked his cock again. Well, Tim had just turn fifty and old guys need more time. I wasn't disappointed. Getting paid to just lie in bed and listen to Tim bitch? Color me grateful! Afterwards in the taxi I texted Marla to report mission accomplished so my portion of the fee would be deposited into my account,
Relaxing in the back of the taxi I remembered the first time I'd met Tim...
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Eight months ago...
All week, while at home or my temp job, 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.
Friday afternoon my boss said this was my last day. Wow! I'd started on Monday. I'd been told the job would last two months until a secretary returned from maternity leave. 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'd politely turned him down and now I was fired. 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'd have most of the day to find me a job on Monday. Which meant I'd have to spend an entire morning in the temp agency's office while they found me a new job. 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!
In the three weeks I've temped, I'd already been fired from one 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 called the agency. I exhibited a 'provocative demeanor' and wore 'unsuitable clothing'! I pleaded not guilty to both charges. Because I was innocent!
Okay! I'm pretty. I'm six-feet tall. I'm blonde and slender with big boobs. So what if I'm a walking, talking sex doll! Get over it, Bitch! You didn't need to get me fired because your husband looks when I walk past! Fired from two jobs in only a month for sex related reasons! I had to disagree with Meatloaf's beautiful song, Two Out Of Three Ain't Bad. I'd been sent to three jobs. I'd been fired from one because of a jealous wife and another by a boss that couldn't take rejection. Two out of three might not be bad, but two out of three really sucked, too! Getting fired wasn't all that had me in a bad mood that weekend.
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. But I'd made a vow to cut ties with high school boys when I graduated. I was an adult now looking for an adult relationship. But in the Real World it was more difficult to meet guys. 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. Did I have to hang a sign around my neck: Single and Available! Asshats probably thought pretty girls had boyfriends lined up around the block and dates every night of the week. Instead, I was sitting in my parent's den on Friday night: my face buried in a tub of ice cream and watching insipid Hallmark romance movies.
I had an exciting weekend feeling sorry for myself while working in Mom's flower beds and doing household chores. But every night I'd lie awake thinking about Marla's offer of a job where I'd get paid a lot of money for how I looked instead of getting fired...
Monday morning, I was sitting in a Coffee Clutch near Marla's office. Sipping my coffee, I thought about my shrinking bank balance and weighing my options. I needed a job and a paycheck this week! I needed money now or when my period started, I'd have to raid Mom's stash for free tampons.
'Hearing more about the offer wouldn't be so bad. I can always say no,' I rationalized. I walked down the street and up two flights. Marla 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, I'm certain you won't have many days without a client. Two if I can schedule things right and you want that much money."
"And you pay by the day," I asked, thinking of my bank balance. "I mean, I won't have to wait two weeks like at some jobs?"
"I don't pay by the day, Olivia," Marla laughed. "I deposit money in your account when you text the job is over."
For the next half-hour, Marla went over her rules. Nothing that risks arrest or physical harm. 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 I was too shy to ask.
We'd decided on my 'working' name when Marla asked if I'd want to see a client today.
"Today? You mean, like, now!?"
"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 about a stranger doing... I thought about how much cash I had left in my pocket after paying for the over-priced Coffee Clutch coffee this morning. After I hesitantly agreed, Marla picked up 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 written on it.
"Viv, you have the face and figure to make a great deal of money." Marla added looking at her watch. "You now have 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 laid it over the back of a chair. 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 slowly circled me: visually inspecting me while hands traced over my hips and ass cheeks. 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 hands on my hips pulled my ass against a hard cock.
As my bra fell away to expose my boobs the man behind me lost no time in reaching around to weigh them in his hands. Bounce them in his hands. Strong fingers squeezed their softness. Thumbs and fingers pinched and rolled my already hard nipples. Tim continued playing with my tits while 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."
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 doors an unbuttoned button or two will do. Speeding ticket reduced to a warning? Yup, twice! But I'd never let a stranger just grab my boobs.
I just stood there while my tits were roughly massaged by a stranger I'd just met. I was to... Surprised? Shocked? To 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... Fingers dipped into my pussy.
This man behind me 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. Average size 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 the cock of 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 mouthfucked.
For the next minute the wet sounds I made as cock was 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 his nearby desk. 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 Tim's 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. 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! It 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 began 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 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... With shame, I realized that being fucked by a stranger filled me with naughty excitement! Feeling both excitement and shame, I realized that I was a whore. Even if I never had another client. Even if I refused the money from Marla, nothing would erase these few minutes when I was a whore.
But if there was any doubt of my new status on my part, Tim soon dispelled them. He certainly had no doubts. He'd paid for a whore and that's how he treated me. Pulling his cock out he tossed me my panties. Told me to put them on quickly.
"I don't want you leaking cum on my couch and carpet," he said.
As soon as my panties were on, he sat on the couch. 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. I'd refused to do the same with boyfriends from my past. I'd never let a boyfriend come in my mouth. The taste wasn't what I'd expected. Not as bad as I'd feared. His crotch smelled strongly of my pussy. 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. Looking at his watch and telling me to hurry and get 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 with big tits," I was told while I sucked on the fingers trying to touch my tonsils. "I'll definitely 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."
'I've had quicky, wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am sex before but this set a new record,' 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 less than 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 was 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 the crotch of my panties wet and my pussy filled with cum. 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've been treated like a whore... Blow job, mouthfucked, mounted, cum dripping down my thighs... Nothing I hadn't done before, but that had been while having fun on dates with boyfriends. Today it was while being treated like a sex toy by a stranger!
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, time passed and I felt 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 picked up an envelope from her desk.
"He did say he wanted you to dress less like a teenager next time. Do you want there to be a next time? Before you answer, here," Marla said as she handed the envelope 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 Tim 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, sucking a cock and bending over a table for fifteen minutes!
Today had been so unexpected and fast, I hadn't really had time to think; only 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 hour from now. Do you want the money?"
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. I did remember to buy some condoms.
This time the man who answered my knock on the hotel door 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 five seconds. A talent learned at not-so-distant high school parties. The alcohol relaxed me. Though he was a client he fucked me better than some of my boyfriends.
This client wasn't in a hurry like Tim. There were no initial frantic thrusts. This client eased his cock inside me slowly. Only when my pussy had his shaft wet did he begin fucking me fast and hard. He didn't want to come too fast. He pulled out and positioned me on my hands and knees for doggy fucking. He seemed to like 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.
I was mouthfucked for the second time today. I thought he'd cum in my mouth. Something I'd never allowed my boyfriends to do. I was resigned to my first mouthful of cum when he pulled out and blasted cum over my cheeks and chin and even up my nose. Cum shot up my nose... That was a first... That was kind'a gross, too. The guy seemed to enjoy cleaning my face by the simple expedient of using a finger to push thick cum from my face 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 salty, metallic aftertaste.' Except for the cum clogging my nose the experience 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 and, by twerking my hips, I covered his face with copious pussy juice and any remaining cum of Tim's. I didn't come either.
The client left soon after sex. He invited me to stay and order room service if I wanted. As he left, he handed me an envelope along with a promise he'd request me when he was in town again. I looked inside the envelope after he left. Five wonderful, beautiful hundred-dollar bills! 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 stepped into the shower to sluice off 99% of the cum left on my face and tits.
"Fuck! Fill my nose with cum all you want to as long as I get this," I shouted to the room. 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! Any thoughts of returning to my temp jobs were over!
Marla had more money waiting for me when I entered her office. Plus, another card with the 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!