Get my money’s worth

“He thought you were an escort? What did you say to that?”

“I don’t remember exactly,” Amber said. “I was stunned, but I was looking for a hookup with no strings attached, so I just went along with it. I mean that is about as no-strings as you can get.”

“What did you think about it? How did he... treat you?”

“Like he owned me, or at least like he was renting me for a couple hours. He put his hands wherever he wanted, without asking. After the shock wore off, I was getting turned on by it. I mean, I was already turned on before I got there, but it was exciting to know that I was going to get fucked... and he was going to... use me. AHhhhhhhhMMmmmm..." Her husband must be doing something to her while she is talking.

“Where did he touch you?” He is breathing harder.

“My back, under the straps of my dress, my ass... He put his hand on my leg. He pulled my leg to make me spread them apart, as far as my dress would let me, and he stared at them, not caring what I thought about it. He didn't care if other people were watching. I felt like a piece of M-MEAT... MMMhhhmmmmm...... Or a sex toy. It made me shiver. He let go of my leg then put a hand up my dress and rubbed my pussy right there in the bar. He said my pussy was ready and told me it was time to go to his place. He tossed some cash on the bar and he walked me out with his hand on my ass.”

“Were you scared at all?”

“I was nervous, but so turned on that it didn't matter. But, no, nothing about him was menacing. He was just so presumpTUOUSSSS—MMMMmmm—about what he was allowed to do to me, or what I was going to let him do to me. As soon as we got into elevator of his building, he pinned me against the wall and pulled my shoulder straps down. He yanked my dress and bra down so he could see my tits. He spun me around and grabbed my them with strong hands. When the doors opened, he turned and walked away, leaving me there... exposed. AAHHHhhnn.... MmMmmmm... I followed after him. I was trying to fix my bra when another wad of cash fell out. I bent over to pick it up and hurried to catch up to him.... Here, lay back, baby.” There were sounds of them repositioning, then more sounds like she had stopped talking to suck him off for a while.

I am more than turned on enough to start stroking on the other side of the wall. I think back to the moment where her story stopped.

When she had followed me out of the elevator and caught up to me at the apartment door. She only managed to get one tit back into her bra and was opening her clutch to put the money away and free up her hands. I looked at her bright pink nipple and gave it a pinch. “Leave it like that,” I ordered. I swung the door open and pushed her inside.

He stops the blowjob short. “Okay, tell me more. How did you feel about the money?”

“At first... I just grabbed it automatically. Like, if it had just fallen out of my pocket... but then it started to sink in... and I felt ashamed. I could feel my face get hot. I accepted his money in order to keep pretending to be his prostitute, but after I took it, I realized I didn’t know if that made me an... actual prostitute. But it still turned me on. See how wet I am from just talking about it? MMmmmm, oooh that feels good, baby... Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Mind what?”

“That I went out to cheat on you and came back... a whore?”

“No, I don’t mind. I don’t mind, honey...” he assures her breathlessly. “Tell me more.” There is another creak of bodies moving, then she moans. The bed starts squeaking with regularity.

“Is my—ah—whore pussy—ah—good enough for you?”

“I love your whore pussy. Keep talking," he growls.

“He let me in and he—ah—didn't waste time. He pointed to the bed... Ahhh—He told me to show him my pussy. I pulled my—ah—dress up and pulled off my panties while he—ah—went into the bathroom. I could—ah—hear him undressing. I just waited there for him—ah—with a soaking wet—AH—P-PUSSY." The squeaking gets louder. "I was going to see a stranger’s dick... AHH—He was going to f-fuck me with it. When he—AH—came back, he watched me. Honey... his cock was—AHHH-H-HUGE.” The squeaking slowed to a stop.

“Was he as big as your ex?”

“Maybe bigger, it’s been a long time, but definitely longer.” The squeaking resumes, bed springs complaining louder and faster than before.

AH—AH—AHHH—AHH... Mmmmmhhh... yeah.... fuck me, baby...” she urges. He grunts in response while pounding her for a few minutes.

I jerk myself off, remembering the wanton look in her eyes when she saw me walk toward her, naked. Her dress was bunched around her waist. Her skewed, red bra still only containing one of her tits. She had been loudly fingering herself while I was in the bathroom, now she was rubbing her clit with her own lubrication.

I tossed some more cash on the bed and stood over her, watching her. "That should cover it." She was so fixated an my erection that I’m not sure if she was listening. I reached down, feeling her shin as I walked to the foot of the bed. Her high heels were still on. I took her by the ankles and pulled her until her ass was at the edge of the bed, then I raised her legs up into a V. I admired her soft, smooth legs. Her vibrant hair was spread in a starburst behind her. She hadn’t stopped rubbing herself. While keeping hold of her ankles, I made a quick rocking thrust, making my hard cock flop down on top of her busy hand. She grabbed at it, pinned it on her wet mound and started grinding her clit up and down against it.

"Tell me more," he grunted to her, slowing down his pace.

"He held my ankles—AH—and put his cock to my pussy. He told me spread my lips for his—AH—dick. I did, baby. I pulled my pussy lips wide open for him—AHH—just like he told me to. He called me a good—AHH—whore. Then pressed his head into me. It felt so good, baby. AHH—I held my pussy open for him and he put it in—AHHH—All of it. It felt so good when he started to fuck me. A stranger's cock—AHH—in a stranger's room. He never asked me anything. He didn't care who I was or what I wanted. AHHH—He just wanted a slutty pussy to keep his dick warm." She moaned and gasped as her husband pounded her more quickly again.

"Did you use a condom?"

"Of course, baby. He put it on in the bathroom."

I get harder realizing that she changed the story. I had not come out of the bathroom with a condom on. It didn’t come up until the moment that I was about to penetrate her. “I’m supposed to use a condom,” she blurted out with worried eyes. She and her husband had some rules after all. It isn't what I wanted to hear then, right when I am about to take her pussy like I owned it.

“Do you think that is what your client wants?” I glowered. She hesitated, then slowly shook her head. I fingered her juices out of her pussy and spread it on my rod. I wiped my slick, veiny manhood back-and-forth over her clit, making her squirm. “Do you want to make your best client happy?” She bit her lip and nodded. I fingered more juices out and slathered the head. I rubbed it against the delicate pink hole she was still holding open for me. I made tiny thrusting motions, each slow prod barely plugging and unplugging it, letting her feel the slight dilating stretch. She moaned with each one. “Then tell me what you really want.”

“I...I want to make my client happy.”

“How are you going to do that?”

Her brow furrowed. “...I want you to fuck me...... raw,” she said quietly.

“I can’t hear you.”

“...Please fuck me raw, sir.” She looked away as she said it. Her face turning red with lust and shame.

“That’s a good whore. Here it comes.” She couldn’t resist turning her head to look down at her suspended legs and watch her hungry pussy get impaled. I plugged her fuck hole again, pushing just hard enough to let her feel constant pressure, then to feel it being relieved by her tight flesh easing into a stretch. I continued forward as slowly as I had patience for, to let her feel every raw ridge and rib and vein enter her, one by one, and to let her savor every inch of her shameful transgression. “You don’t have to tell him about this part.”

At two-thirds of my length I slowed even further. Her face was frozen in an open-mouthed frown, her eyes rapidly darting from cock to face. “Ohgodohgodohgodohgod... so... deep...” I gave her all the time in the world to process what was happening inside of her. Her pussy clenched and released several times, unable to stop the inevitable intrusion. I spread her ankles a little wider for the last agonizing inch. Her leg spasmed and she winced.

“Do you like my raw cock?” I teased. She nodded vigorously. “You are never going to ask me to wear a condom again, are you?”

“...no,” her voice faltered.

I let her watch my shaft drive in and out her for a while, then I hugged her legs tightly to my chest and pounded her faster. I pulled her ass a few inches off the bed, tilting her legs up farther. With each full thrust, my balls slapped her anus. As the slapping got louder, so did she, crying out in lust, thrashing, grabbing at my ass to pull me into her.

"Fuck...that is so hot,” he says, short on breath. "I'm close honey... How did you finish?"

"Baby—AHH—he fucked me for a long—AHH—time. He flipped me so I was—AHH—on my stomach—AHH—bent me over the bed. He spit on my—AAASShole...”

“Oh god...baby... Did he fuck your ass?...” He is straining, probably trying to hold himself back.

“No... I was scared that he would—AHH—or maybe that I would let him. AHH-AAHHH—AHH—Baby, I was juicing all over the place. —AHH—He could have just shoved it in. AHH—He fingered my ass and he fucked my pussy. He was—AHH—so deep in me.”

“How... deep?” He asked huskily.

“Deeper than you can reach, baby. AHH—So fucking deep.... AHH—all the way to my cervix. AHH—It hurt, in a—AHHH—good way. Fuck baby, fuck I’m going to cum! OOOHHHHHAHHH-AHH-YESSSS-OHHHYESSS!” Hearing her reaching orgasm, her husband can’t hold back anymore, growling at full volume as he cums immediately after. After he quiets, she giggles. “Oh wow! You got that all over me. I’ve never seen you shoot so far!” They breathe heavily for a while.

“You didn’t finish the story,” he says through his exhaustion.

“I think I should tell you the rest tomorrow night. I like seeing you so turned on...” He lets out a frustrated moan. “Can you get me some water, baby? I’ve been fucked senseless twice in a row now.” I hear more creaks as he leaves the bed. A few moments later I hear two very light taps on the wall. She wants to know if I am listening in. I give two light taps in return. Yes, I am enjoying your story, too.

I continue to stroke myself, a little disappointed that I don’t get to hear her version of how it ended.

I had been fucking her doggy style for a while and fingering her sensitive asshole when I felt like it. She sounded close, so I fucked her hard, deep and slow, pushing in as far as I could reach. There is an unintelligible outburst from her. Then another. It didn’t sound like a protest, and she made no move to stop me, so I kept doing it, in fact, she seemed to get more passive, limbs weak and unmoving. She suddenly convulsed on mattress. Small, involuntary contractions gripped my cock while bigger ones rack her body. Watching her cum so suddenly almost put me over the edge. I gave her a couple more thrusts, then pulled out of her, walked over to the bathroom, and returned with my phone. She hadn’t moved yet. She lay, moaning softly, palms down next to her head, red hair tangled around her. Her ass was still on display on the edge of the bed. Her knees didn’t quite reach the floor, her calves splayed out wide. Her lathered cream ran down her legs. It made for a beautiful picture... so I took one.

“Get on your knees,” I ordered. She slowly slid herself off the bed. She knelt below me and swept her hair to the side. Her dazed, green eyes widened at seeing my phone staring down at her. “Lets show your husband how hard you work for your clients.” A smile creeped across her face. I snapped a second photo. “Don’t move.” I stroked myself firmly, quickly reaching my limit. She looked up at me and opened her mouth, waiting. My balls tightened, then launched two ropes of cum up her face, and a third into her waiting mouth. She barely blinked, still drunk on sex. I snapped another picture while she sucked the last drops out of me. She swallowed it while keeping eye contact. “Fuck, Amber. That was worth every penny.”

I hear the bed squeaking again. “Here you go. Honey, I can’t wait! Please finish the story.”

“Are you sure?” A glass is set down. “Okay-okay... He fucked me from behind until I came. Like, the hardest I’ve cum in my life. Then he told me to get on my knees... I did what he said. I got on my knees and waited for him to blow his load.... Baby, are you getting hard again?” I hear blowjob sounds start again and more moaning. Then it stops. “He jacked off all over my face...” More blowjob sounds delay the story for a minute. “Then he told me I was worth every penny.”

“I bet you were.” Slurping sounds resume for another minute.

Pop! “He told me to take my money and leave, since his wife would be home soon.” More blowjob sounds.

“Jesus, really? So... he just kicked you out?”

“Mmm-hmmmm,” she mumbles, followed by another popping sound. “I walked home with his cum still on my face.” Her husband is groaning loudly, and louder by the word. “HMMmmm-Mmmmmm-mmmmmm.” Pop! “I counted up what I earned... Only fifty dollars.” Slurp-slurp-slurp! “That makes your wife a cheap whore.”

Suddenly the springs squeak loud and fast. “Glah-glaa-glaa-glaaa-glah-glaa-glaa” Either she was impaling herself on him, or he was skull fucking her aggressively. Either way, it sounds like she is taking it like a champ, not stopping until he grunts out another load into her mouth.

I sat on the bed as she collected her things. With my cum still on her face and a wad of small bills in her hands, I asked her some personal questions. “Before I kick you out, what is your phone number? I’ll send you the photos.” She wiped some jiz away from her eye, then not knowing what else to do with it, licked it off. Then she told it to me. I added it to my phone. “I’m Warren. I will be calling on your services again soon.”

With reddening cheeks she replied, “I’m Kaitlyn.”