A Hooker's Sex Stories
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A Hooker's Threesome Part 3The factory seemed to do something with thick wooden panels and then I noticed that there were part finished doors along the conveyor belt. It looked as though it was a real hive of industry through the week but this was Saturday afternoon and the place was very quiet. Two guys were standing alongside one of the workbenches just inside the door and I walked straight up to them. One was in his late twenties or early thirties and for some reason I took an instant dislike to him. I don’t know what it was but there was something about him that just made me feel uncomfortable. It certainly wasn’t because of the way he kept looking at my tits. I expected that sort of reaction and that was the whole reason I had taken my blouse off outside. I wanted them to look at my tits and I even wanted them to play with my tits because it made me feel good. But this guy …. Well I’d taken the money and so he was guaranteed the use and possession of my body but once he was finished with me I’d be happy. Speaking of money, at first I couldn’t decide whether the other guy couldn’t take his eyes of the hint of my pussy or all those fifty dollar bills that Doug had paid me and that I had folded into the top of my stocking. He was much younger than the first guy and was probably only just over 18. So there was another guy that I would not normally have seen but once again, I had taken the money and with him I would enjoy it. I knew the answer even before I asked but I thought I should anyway. “So who wants to slip their cock into me first?” “I’m sure a slut like you wants a real man to fuck rather than a kid,” the older guy snorted as he pushed the younger man aside to get closer to me. He pushed me back against the conveyor belt and his sweaty hands grabbed at my boobs. “Hey,” I squealed as he squeezed my breasts till they hurt. “There’s no need to get too rough.” “Stop complaining bitch! I know you whores like it ro…” “RAY!” Doug’s voice cut him off. “Be polite or you can finish up for the day.” Ray muttered something that I didn’t quite catch and then he was unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants. I pulled my skirt up and leaned a little further back and then his cock was in me and I was his. Yeah, the guy was a total creep, and he was rough and his idea of great sex was to treat me like some sort of inferior being but I clung to him as he drove his cock into me again and again and I am so badly addicted to pleasure that it didn’t matter who gave it to me. He grunted like an animal every time he thrust into me and I moaned like a whore every time the pleasure from that thrust raced through my body. I even gave in to his demands to kiss him and there was something in that surrender to him that made my orgasm more intense. When it hit me I arched my back and rode his cock with my pussy clenched tight. Deep in the depths of my own orgasm I heard his moan, I felt the throb of his cock deep inside me and then the gush of his cum as it shot into me and I took it all from a man I disliked intensely. I moaned softly as he withdrew and I looked down to see that cock that had felt so good. It was still hard and the knob was red and the whole length of it was covered in a mixture of his cum and my pussy juice. “I’ve had better,” he scoffed as he wiped his cock on my skirt. “So have I,” I replied with a faintly concealed sneer. “What did you say?” “I said I’ve had better.” He looked at me for a moment and I thought he was going to hit me but then he grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. He forced me face down onto the conveyer belt and then his rough hands were spreading my ass cheeks. I waited a moment and then moved my hips slightly and his attempt to nail my ass failed miserably. Instead his cock sank deep into my cunt and my body erupted into a fire of pleasure that consumed me. I clung to the far side of the conveyor as he brutally fucked me and I wanted to scream but all that I could manage was some weak little gasps as his cock took control of me again and drove me from one searing orgasm to another. Again and again he drove his cock into me and each time the slap of his balls on my ass rang through the factory. Each time I heard that sound my head would explode as another bolt of pleasure ripped through me and left me gasping. Finally he was exhausted and his deep driving thrusts began to slow. It gave me time to gain control of my voice and I wasn’t about to let him get away with treating me like something sub-human. “Come on,” I gasped between thrusts. “Where’s your cum? Give me some more … you’ve fucked me now blow your load in me!” I heard him snarl and then I was overwhelmed with another hard fucking that left me gasping and moaning but I knew he was struggling. His cock would be so sensitive that fucking me would almost be painful and I didn’t have to wait long before he began to slow down once more. I was ready for that and I began to push back against him and fuck him. “Come on big boy …” I laughed. “… give it to me.” And then I felt that telltale little throb and he was cumming again but he didn’t have much to give me. I knew that there was more pain than pleasure in it for him and I made him suffer. This time, when I was finished, I pulled away and turned round to face him. He stood there, slightly hunched over, his face was almost purple and he was gasping for breath. I looked down at his cock and it wasn’t stiff anymore. I knelt down in front of him and took hold of his trousers. I pulled them up from around his ankles and when I had them up to his waist I rubbed the rough cotton material over his cock to wipe it clean. I might have even run the zipper over the end of his cock but I’m not sure. What I am sure of though is that he felt the pain. He moaned, his knees began to shake and he tried to pull away. I laughed as I stood up and let and let him go. “Next” was all I said as I looked him straight in the eye. ] Posted: Friday 11th March 2005, 6:40 AM |
