The Sex Worker

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My name is Edward. I’m single and alone, through no real fault of my own. I am old enough to know better and young enough to wish I wasn’t fat and balding.

In an attempt to find something to do with myself besides staring at the TV set and making food, I decided to explore the local alcoholic establishments. I hadn’t been bar crawling in 30 years except for a brief stint as a musician a dozen years before.

The bar in the hotel I chose to visit had been a blues bar the last time I had been there. Now it was a slimy sort of pick-up bar. Even on a Wednesday night, a few attractive women sat on the bar chairs or at pub tables, getting chatted up by overweight men in suits with wedding rings. Businessmen, looking for some entertainment for the night.

You stood out from the other girls; long curly black hair with a pair of horns protruding, pale skin, a long, lacey overshirt and corset with a black skirt. You wore the hoof shoes you posted about earlier in the week. I knew you from back when you and your boyfriend attended the blues club. You’d been Hot then and looked hotter now.

Of course, I am a subscriber to your not-safe-for-work photography, where I was dazzled by your innocence and your breasts. I hadn’t seen you out and about in a long time. We don’t tend to run in the same circles.

I slid onto the bar stool next to you.

You turned to look at me.

“Hi Dutchess, you’re looking Hot tonight.” I ordered a beer. “Are you here all alone?”

Your eyes widened, and your irises expanded. Your pale skin turned a bit pink, almost as though you’d been caught doing something naughty. My heart sped up a bit.

“I… ummm…, yeah, for now… How ya been?” You sipped at your drink with a studied nonchalance, scanning the room and then turning back to me.

“Been good. Been a little lonely lately.” In truth I’m nervous and feeling pretty shy, myself. But here I am talking to the Dutchess, who has been an object of my fantasy since you posted your first pictures.

In the corner a piano player is destroying some song I heard when I was a kid. Not a favorite, but it’s slow and all I can do is take a shot. “Would you like to dance? It’s been a long time for me, but this might be nice.”

I offer you my arm. You look a bit uneasy and squint at me suspiciously, but then you slide off the bar stool. You deposit your lacy over shirt on the bar stool. My heart nearly stopped. Your breasts pushed up high by the corset, with hard, eraser-shaped nipples under the near transparent material.

You take my arm and chuckle. “I’m not particularly good at dancing in hooves.”

I guide you to the tiny dance floor. The piano player is killing another hit song when I pull you close. “We’ll take it slow.”

I put my hands on your hips for a gentle slow dance. Your hooves make you nearly my height. I pull back a bit to connect with you but my eyes drift down to your breasts and cleavage. A shiver races through me.

You smirk at me, flashing your fangs. “Like what you see?” You’re flushed. A little shiver runs through you. “I didn’t expect this tonight…”

I pull you closer. Are you attracted to me? That would be crazy. You don’t even mind me ogling your boobs. I search around for something to say that isn’t overtly sexual. I don’t want to read too much into the situation and make a fool of myself.

“What brings you to a place like this, tonight? It’s not the kind of place I thought you liked.”

You grinned at me, flashing those fangs again, “I don’t mind the seedy underbelly when it’s on my terms. Can be fun even… What’d you come out for? This is usually a Hot spot for call girls. You into that sort of thing?” You stumble and steady yourself by pressing your whole body tight against me.

I’m blushing. I’m breathing hard. I pull you close to help you keep your balance, and I feel your soft breasts against my chest. I shudder.

One of my fantasies is about paying for Sex with a girl I know, like you. No cheating. No seduction. Just payment for services rendered. Are you part of that world? How do I ask without being the Ass hole?

“Well, if you were selling, I’d be buying.” I blurted the words out before I could stop myself. My face burned. I tried to laugh it off, but our eyes were locked.

You cocked your head slightly and pulled my ear down to your mouth. “I’m selling…”

You stepped back letting my hands drop from your hips, giving me space to run if I want to. I was speechless and amazed. “Still interested?” You smirk at me as though to call me out.

My thoughts whirled. How much cash did I have? How much did I need? Do you have a room? Or do I have to get one? I see some fear in your eyes, like you expect me to judge you. This wrenches my heart. I run my hands down your back and across your full buttocks. “Y…Y…Yes…”

Your eyebrows, or what you use for eyebrows, rise in surprise. “There are rooms here we can use, if you’re fully serious…” you lean in so close I can feel your breath on my cheek and your heart beat. “I know I am.”

“May I kiss you?” I ask but don’t wait for an answer. I kiss your mouth, lightly at first. Your lip ring feels different, Hot and cold against my lips. I try to be careful, not kiss too hard, but your mouth opens, and you pull me into a deep and passionate kiss. Our tongues dance and I meet your tongue stud. I am intrigued by this lively piece of metal.

You melt in my arms. Time stops. I held you tight, one hand on the hard corset and the other on your soft butt covered loosely with gauze.

At some point, I noticed the music had stopped playing. We were still involved in the kiss as I watched the various men in the joint looking at us. I broke the kiss at last. “Let’s get that room here.”

You broke the kiss reluctantly but led me back to the bar where the bartender had me fill out a form for the room. When I’m done, you show me a form of your own. “This is a scene contract so we both understand what is expected,” you say in the most businesslike manner. “It’s not terribly wordy, just the standard. If I say ‘no’ it stops. If you say ‘no’ it stops. I’m fully tested and clean, condoms are at your own discretion…”

You fiddle with your fishnet stockings as I read. “Do you have any….hard limits or anything? Do you want a domme or a sub? I’m a switch so…either is fine.” You smile at me with a bit of fang showing.

I raise my eyebrows. A contract? The world has definitely changed. But it looks like good sense. I have a thousand questions, but I want us to get to the room as quick as possible. While the bartender runs my card, I cup one your cheeks in my hand. I feel the garter strap but no panties or thong. You came ready for business. My little gentleman pushed at my slacks. I hoped I was ready for business…

“I’m not sure how domme and sub works. I always just try to please my partner. Let me know what excites you. I’m good to try just about anything.” I sign my slip and then we walk to the room, arms around each other, and my hand on your Ass.

“I mean, I have varied tastes. Little bit of everything honestly so you can kind of… have your pick of experiences.” You wink at me then lick your lips, almost innocently. “Personally I’m in the mood for a bit of sweetness within something a bit more rough…”

I’m grinning as we reach the door. I have some ideas on how to deliver sweet with a bit of rough. I fumble opening the door. We stumble into the room, and we are kissing again. I let my hands roam over your body in the privacy of the room. There is no concern about what I can touch. No first base, second base, third base horseshit. I gently lift your breasts, enjoying their weight and feel through your shirt, while teasing the erect nipples.

My other hand finds the zipper for your skirt and tugs it down. I can feel bare skin as I push the skirt off your hips. I was right, you didn’t wear panties or a thong. Was that because you were ready to be pushed up against the wall outside the restrooms and taken from behind? Maybe next time…I fumble with the corset. “You’ll need to help me here.”

You smirk at me.

I step back and start peeling off my own clothes. Did I see the heat I feel in your eyes as well?

You peel off the corset with the adeptness of long practice, leaving just a loose-fitting translucent shirt and fishnet stockings. You grin at me and flash your fangs as you pull my shirt off. You lean in and sniff me before you nip my neck with your fangs.

I shivered from the scrape of fangs on my skin. I touch you everywhere. I want to feel you, warm and soft in my hands. Hard nipples that make you shiver, sweet skin as I kiss and nibble at your neck. I slip a hand between your legs. You shift a little to give me access. I trace your outer lips, already moist from our foreplay. I dip in and separate your inner folds. I’m doing this all by touch because we are kissing and biting each other like mad animals.

Your lip ring slides across my teeth as you push your tongue in my mouth. I push two fingers in your Pussy, and you push your mons against my hand. I back you up to the bed until the mattress catches the back of your knees. I let you go and you climb on the bed much like a cat.

You pull your shirt off and lay on your side grinning at me with a wicked smile. Your breasts lay enticingly across your chest. You crook your finger at me and smirk. I drop my pants and underwear and crawl in bed with you.

The first thing I do is suck on your left nipple, just there and inviting me to taste it. As I suck it, your moans make me think your nipples are hardwired to your Pussy.

“Mmmmmm, uhhh, that’s it, big boy.” Your groans make my spine tingle.

I Love it when nipple play almost makes a woman cum. I continue my work on your other breast and slip my fingers back into your Pussy. You shift your legs to give me better access and I slide three fingers into your wetness.

You buck hard against me and pull my head off of your breast to kiss you hard. I move my hand up to your nipples and twist and tease them. You continue to buck and dig your fingers into my hair. “Don’t stop… mmmmhhhh… uhhh. Oh gawd.”

I’m on a sacred mission now. It’s been so long since I’ve been with a woman, and I was so ignorant then, I wanted to try what I’d learned on the internet about the ‘G’ spot. As aroused as you were the hard structure hidden in your vaginal wall should be easier to find. I probed gently; your walls dripped with moisture.

When I find the little bump inside, I stroke, and you buck hard. I rub around it and you moan. With my lips locked on your right breast, I use my other hand to stroke the hood around your clit. I don’t want to push you too hard.

“O gawd… Don’t stop whatever you do… don’t stop uh uhh aww.”

I can already feel your Pussy pulsing towards an Orgasm. I am being careful not to push you too fast. I want you to really get off. I know prostitutes aren’t supposed to get off when they are with a client but you’re so close.

“You… you don’t have to go slow…” you panted. “If you don’t want to…”

You shiver with start of your Orgasm, but I sit up and trace girl juice on your belly, letting the Orgasm stall. You mew with frustration.

“I want to go slow. I want to taste you when you cum.”

Your eyebrows arch.

“I want to fuck you until your Pussy explodes.”

Your eyes go wide, and you bite your lip. I spread your legs far enough apart so your engorged Pussy gapes. I kiss the inside of your thighs until I am rimming the folds of your Pussy up and down and around the hood, flicking the hard nub with each pass.

Your vocals are limited to moans and gutturals at this point. I dip my tongue into your honey pot as far as I can reach and probe you some more with my fingers. It occurs to me I might not be the first client of the evening, but I am so engaged in this wild ride I don’t care. This is a crazy fantasy come true.

You begin to shiver and buck as the Orgasm takes over. I don’t want it to pass too quickly so I start sucking on your clit. I tickled your ‘G’ spot. You tear at the bed and buck into my face. Your heady aroma fills my sinuses and your Pussy grinds against my hand. I flick your clit as fast as I can with my tongue.

You cum hard. Arching your Pussy hard into my face. you whimper your Orgasm and dig your hands into my hair again. It takes a few minutes for your Orgasm to crest and for you to regain the power of speech.

“That was phenomenal,” you say with a grin. “I’m not a one and done type of girl. Multiple orgasms are a high I chase.”

I slide up your temporarily limp body, my face dripping with the juice from your pleasure. I kiss you hard, and you kiss me back, both of us heady with the aroma of your cum. I work my cock up near your Pussy while we kiss. your legs are over my shoulders and your body is still echoing with tremors from your Orgasm.

We kiss and your eagerness is obvious. I break the kiss. I Love kissing and your mouth is so soft yet hard with the jewelry. You’re eager and your eyes tells me there is no faking here. My cock is so hard it hurts, and it feels like it has grown bigger than I ever remember it. I have to be careful not to be ‘one and done’ myself. I want to take you higher yet.

I settle us into position, my cock still just pushing at your outer lips. I make sure I don’t crush you as I pull you onto my cock. Your Pussy is so ready, so wet, so tight and I push all the way in until my balls rest against your butt cheeks. I close my eyes. You are quivering and I just hold still, feeling the soft warmth of your Pussy gripping at my cock already. You try to move, to control the rhythm of our lovemaking.

“Hold still or this will end too soon. Enjoy the moment,” I say as I struggle for control.

I bite my lip as your Pussy trembles. I touch your belly and find your belly button. I trace curves and feel the ridges of your battle scars. I am trying to maintain control, but it’s been a long time.

Everything focuses down to our intimate connection, and the knowledge that I’ve already given you unexpected pleasure. I tease your nipples. I adore them. They are perfect. I don’t know if all women’s nipples are hardwired to their pussies, but yours are. I can feel the spasms around my cock as I play with them. I run my hands over your arm pits and upper arms as I lean forward. I want my pubic bone to rub your clit. To keep my balance as I lean forward, I grip your hands and hold your arms over your head and tight to the bed.

We kiss. you are sucking on my tongue and moaning into the kiss. You wriggle and groan underneath me, wanting more, but I have you pinned.

“I can’t stand it. F…f…fuck me,” you moan.

I start to move slowly. I’m thinking of kittens and puppy dogs as I pull my cock back until the head is almost out of your Pussy. you are mewing like a kitten at the sudden loss, then I push hard and sink my cock deeper.

Your eyes get very wide and your cunt trembles and clenches around my cock. ‘One kitten… two kittens… three kittens’ Focus on control. I can feel the fully engorged nub of your G-spot when the helmet of my cock presses against it. Each stroke is slow and in control. I pull almost all the way out and then drive back deep and hard.

I’m panting.

You’re moaning.

And the slippery sound of flesh-on-flesh echoes in the room.

“What do you want me to do?” I smile. “I know what you want. Your body is telling me. But I want you to say it.”

You gasp and struggle a bit under me, but I’ve got you pinned. “Oh gods… I… I want you to fill me… I know it’s too fast, but I don’t care. I want you to cum hard in me.”

Your Pussy is trembling as your Orgasm builds. I’ve held off for so long I’m not sure I can release just yet. But you want me to finish so I’ll give it my best.

I pull out and turn your around, so your peach shaped butt is in the air. I pull your hips up, straddle your legs and push my cock into the tight, wet hole. I’m going to cum quickly now. I wonder if you would like me to slap your Ass, but we hadn’t discussed it, so I won’t. I’m slamming into your peach. With each staccato stroke you cry out and I groan.

“Call it out, Dutchess. What’re you doing? Are you Cumming?”

“I am! I’m Cumming!” you shout.

And then I was Cumming. My back arched driving us together as I felt my soul leave my body through my cock. I couldn’t count the pulses but after the first two or three strong ones I pumped again. I didn’t want to stop, but the euphoric wave washed over me, and I collapsed across your back effectively pinning you to the bed.

“Was that enough?” I moaned in your hair. You made sure I was still in your Pussy when we finished, and my cock became limp but not shrunken.

“That was…excellent. For now… Maybe we can get a round two?”

They call it the ‘little death’ in French for that feeling of weakness and completion that swept over me. I rolled over so I could look at her. your full breasts shifted. I want to play with them, but I can’t start anything just yet.

“We forgot your payment. You’re a working girl and I need to pay for your services. How much?”

You grinned as you put my hands on your tits. I promptly started massaging those amazing melons.

“We can arrange the payment in a bit, after all I’m not Free,” you grinned and winked at me. “I fully enjoyed myself and want more.”

I smile. I think you mean it. “I’m glad.”

I pause in my ministrations to your breasts. “Does your boyfriend know about this job?”

You frown at me. “Yes. I don’t hide what I do from him, or my friends. I don’t flaunt it but, this is a lucrative side job. And sometimes,” you kissed me. “it’s a lot of fun.”

“This is just what I need right now. I might be an old man but I’m not dead.”

“I’ll vouch for that.”

I massaged your breasts, tweaking the eraser shaped nipples with my thumbs and forefinger. My cock twitches. Apparently, he’s not as exhausted as I thought. He’s reacting to your interest.

I roll you on top of me, never losing penetration. You sit back until I am fully seated in your Pussy while my cock grows harder. I continue to massage your excellent tits.

You straighten your horns.

“You didn’t take off your glasses.” I moan.

“I wanted to see you. I’m blind without them.” you are trembling again. you smile as I stroke your hair and hold you against me, squashing your breasts against my chest.

You’re wet and your Pussy clenches on my cock, which swells without us moving. your wetness is a mixture of girl cum and boy cum. I play with your belly button. Do you like it? Some women do, some don’t.

“I know you’re a working girl and you might feel you have to put on a show, but I don’t want a show,” I whisper in your hair.

You push back and look hard at me. I grab your Ass and pull so my hard cock is fully seated in your quivering Pussy. I dig my fingers into your hair and kiss you lightly.

“I thought you were going to have to help my little friend regain his strength with a little kiss or two.” You ‘d never offered a blow job like prostitutes are supposed to. Did this make you a bad prostitute?

You smirked at me and ground your Pussy against my pubic bone.

I kiss your again. This time harder and deeper while I lift my hips and push my cock deep in your Pussy again. We won’t be doing as much foreplay now. This will be straight hard fucking until one or both of us is broken.

You moan into the kiss and slowly roll your hips in a delicious circular motion. “Nothing is faked here, my friend. It feels so good to be filled…and touched after that fantastic Orgasm. Now it seems to be shifting back into more Sex.” You kiss me again. “I’m quite pleased by this, and I am feeling insatiable.”

You lay flush on my chest and grab my hips so you can grind your Sex across my pubis. We grind and touch and kiss. Passion consumes us. My cock makes a wet slapping sound on each driving penetration, and you call out. “Ahhhh, gawd.”