A Hooker's Sex Stories
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My Early Days as a Prostitute Part 4On our last time that we had together he didn’t play with me through my panties at all. Instead he took me in his arms and began kissing me. His hands and his tongue where everywhere and I could feel my pussy begin to get very wet. He was gentle and tender and he played with every one of my erogenous zones until my body was quivering with pleasure and tiny orgasms were going off inside my head. I could feel his cock getting hard inside his jeans and I wanted to take it out and worship it but he wouldn’t let me. Instead he pushed me down onto the bed and then he rubbed the bulge in his pants up between my thighs. I could feel it through my skirt and panties and it parted my pussy lips and brushed against my clit. I thought my head would explode. Bright lights fired off and my body tingled. I put my head back and growled deep in my throat as the pleasure swept through me. He just laughed and slowly pushed my skirt up on my thighs and then pulled my panties down, over my knees and then slowly slipped them down my legs until he held them in his hands. He held them up to me. “We may never see each other again,” he said quietly. “And that will be something that I will regret for ever. So I want something to remember you by, I want your panties. But I’m not going to buy them from you and I’m not going to let you give them to me.” By now I was interested and I raised my eyebrows as I looked up at him. “What I’m going to do is win them from you.” “Win them?” I asked. I wasn’t sure just what he meant but time with him was always fun. “Yes …” he laughed, “…win. We’re going to have a little contest, you and I. If you make me cum first then I’ll pay you a hundred dollars for your panties. If I make you come first then I get them for free.” “That’s not fair,” I pouted. “I always come first.” “I know,” he said with a laugh. “The first time you come and actually make more noise than just a soft moan is when I win. Deal?” Well all I had to lose was a pair of panties so … “Deal!” I agreed and sat up to take my top off. While I did that he slowly took his clothes off too. I love to watch a guy strip off because the first sight of his cock nearly always gives me a thrill and this guy’s cock always did that to me. He didn’t have a big cock, perhaps just a little bit bigger than average but he certainly knew how to use it once he had it inside me. If I was to win that wager then I was going to have to spend a lot of time biting my tongue because no matter how hard I tried to make him cum he always had me cumming within a few moments of getting into me and I always came loudly when he fucked me. When he was naked I held out my arms to him and he gently came down on top of me. We lay wrapped in each other’s arms and kissed slowly and passionately. His cock lay between my thighs but neither of us made any attempt to move so that it might enter me. Instead we lay there kissing, touching and stroking one another. He knew that he had all the time he wanted. Once he rang to make a booking I took no further calls that night so that I could be his to enjoy for however long it took him to be satisfied. Some hookers would think that I was crazy because of that but for me, this business is about more than just the money. For me it’s all about enjoying the most intimate physical contact two human beings can have and something as deep and pleasurable as that should never be rushed. He knew my thoughts about that and he knew that when I opened my arms to him I was surrendering myself to him and he could do what he wanted with me. There would be absolutely nothing held in reserve and by the time we had finished we would gone way beyond what many married couples experience. That’s why as he laid on top of me and kissed me I arched my body gently and moved against him. My hands explored his body and his tongue explored my mouth. For a moment I thought of my husband, not far away but certainly not here within the sensual confines of this relationship and then the center of my universe shifted back to the man in my arms. I gently let him know that I wanted to roll over but he resisted and then he made the move. That strong hard proud cock that had been pressing against me as we kissed and fondled moved just a few inches, it was just a slight flex of his hips, that was all it seemed to take. That and the automatic reaction of a whore who likes, expects and demands to be fucked. I too only moved a few inches and then his cock was moving down the valley between my pussy lips and into my cunt. He pressed down, I raised my hips and in a mere second he was deep inside me and I was pinned to the bed by his rampant manhood. It filled my body and filled my total consciousness. It was all I could see within me, it was all I could feel through every fibre of my body and it was all I needed. It slid out and it slid in, our bodies in perfect co-ordination, moving in the slow seductive dance of mutual pleasure. As he withdrew I was an addict craving more, as he filled me again I fed on it, loved it, held it and surrendered to it. Every pleasure receptor in my body went into overload and I clung to him as wave after wave of pleasure swept through me. “Oh God, “ I whispered. “Oh God this isn’t fair.” “Do you like it?” his voice was soft and rich with pleasure. “I love it,” I gasped as our bodies continued to dance in slow perfect rhythm. “Do I please you?” he asked as he ran the tips of his fingers over my cheek. “More than you will ever know,” I whispered as my fingers touched his cheek. Our faces were only inches apart and he leaned back a little so that he could look into my eyes. As our bodies continued to meet and separate, join and withdraw he looked deep into my eyes and I had to bite my lip as pleasure crashed through my brain. “A very wise lady once told me, in this very room, that a person's eyes are the windows on their soul.” “Mmmm … I did didn’t I?” and I gasped and choked back a cry. “Oh god … oh gooooooodddddd.” This time was special. I love to be fucked hard; I love it when a client pounds my pussy so hard that I have trouble walking afterwards. And this guy had certainly done that to me on more than one occasion. But this time was different. This time was beyond any words I have to describe it. If I like the guy then I never want the sex to stop but this time, just the mere thought that our time together would end made me want to cry. It made me want to hold him and not let him go. To keep him within me so as not to lose the bond that was between us. I looked into his eyes and hid nothing from his gaze and he saw it all and slowly shook his head. “Tell me that I’m mistaken … and I’m not seeing love in your eyes.” He was deep within my body and deep within my consciousness and now he was deep within my soul. How can someone tell a lie when they are completely possessed by the person asking the question? How could I lie to him, I was completely possessed by him in body, mind and soul. I had completely surrendered to him and even now his cock was claiming me with every slow thrust of his hips and every reciprocal movement of mine. “I can’t,” I sighed. “Because I do.” Suddenly I had to let go of him. I needed to grip the bed, to dig my nails into the sheets, to hold on to something solid because the confession tipped me over the edge into a maelstrom of ecstasy that picked me up and twisted me this way and that. The bet was forgotten and I howled and screamed my pleasure for all to hear. He held me tight as my body jerked and thrashed on the bed. The rhythm was broken and his own climax tore through me and flooded me with warmth and creamy cum. It was a long time before either of us could speak and, even though I had milked his cock of every drop he had he remained hard and the rhythm of our slow dance of intimacy was restored. Even though we were still breathing heavily he looked back into my eyes. “How can that be?” he asked. “You’re married, do you not love him?” “I don’t try to understand it,” I smiled and gasped as another wave of pleasure fired through me. “And I love him more than words can express but I believe that humans have the freedom to love others too.” He looked into my eyes for a minute or more and our slow love making continued. “But when I leave, will you still love me then?” “Not as much as now … but you will stay in my heart and I will miss you and never forget you.” He stayed till morning and all through the night we coupled in slow tender loving. Our bet was forgotten and cries of passion filled the house till it was time for him to return to the world from whence he had come. ] Posted: Thursday 17th February 2005, 5:59 AM |
