Cora’s Client

Your client is pounding into you from behind. You’re bent over a park bench watching a Poliwag jump into the pond. Your phone buzzes, you grab it and see Cora’s picture on the screen. The guy hasn’t stopped thrusting into you, so you assume he doesn’t mind you being on your phone. You swipe answering the video call.

“Woah, working hard or hardly working?” she says seeing the guy behind you. “Hey I need you to come help me. I have a client who wants to watch me and another girl. You down?” You blush thinking of you and Cora together in that manner. You’ve been sleeping in her bed for the past couple weeks. And Cora has a penchant for kissing you. But your friendship had avoided fucking… until now.

“I’d love to,” you squeak out as the client buries himself into you.

“Great I’ll send you the address, meet you there after you’re finished,” she blows you a kiss before hanging up the phone. You put your phone down, and push against the man behind you. Your efforts are invigorated by your excitement at your next task. Your mind fills with images of Cora, her topless sleeping attire, her emerging from the steamy bathroom after a shower, that time you walked in on her using her toys, and even that first day where you watched her with her clients.

Your legs shake and you grip the bench tightly as your orgasm rolls through your body. You didn’t even realize the guy finished until he was pulling out with a dribble of cum rolling down your thigh. “Mmm, thanks big boy,” you say turning around sitting on the bench.

“Any time, slut,” he says tapping his phone to your wrist. You take a second to clean up before pulling your dress back down. And you quickly make your way to the address Cora sent you.

You knock on the door. A woman wearing scrubs answers the door. “You must be the whore’s friend.” The woman seems disgusted by your arrival. “They’re just down the hall last door on the left.” She points you towards a hallway coming off the living room.

You can hear moaning coming from the room. When you open the door, you see Cora naked on the bed, her legs spread as she plays with herself. In front of her is an old man, the decrepit man sits in the armchair with tubes running from his oxygen tank. “Hey, there’s the hot piece of ass I was telling you about.” The old man slowly turns his head to look at you. You lock eyes with the smiling old man.

Then without noticing the movement you feel Cora’s hands grabbing at your dress. She pulls it over your head, leaving you nude as your single article of clothing is removed. Cora pulls you to the bed, “See Berty I told you she was pierced.” Cora’s fingers deftly toy with your nipples. The client, Berty, smiles as he silently watches.

“Just focus on me,” Cora whispers into your ear, turning your head for a kiss. With Cora’s tongue in your mouth, you forget about your geriatric audience. You try to pull Cora into you, losing yourself. But Cora keeps you upright, and stops you from changing positions. Then you realize she is keeping the pair of you in view of Berty.

You hear a grunt in the corner, you turn to see Berty shifting in his seat. Cora presses a hand against your cheek bringing you back to the make out session. Her other hand surprises you as it cups your wet and needy pussy. You moan into Cora’s mouth. You stare into Cora’s eyes for a moment.