Make your whore Isabella fuck you

Eventually the restrictions on your cock are too much, so you unzip your pants and let your big guy free. Isabella immediately grabs you, and squeezes the base of your shaft gently with her warm, soft hands. Yeah, you're ready to fuck too.

You lay down on the bed and tell Isabella to mount you. You want your whore to do the work, to penetrate herself with your cock.

Isabella lowers herself on you. You're much bigger than Jacob, so she really feels you stretching her cunt as she makes your cock disappear inside of her. You love the way she gasps as you bottom out deep inside her.

Once Isabella gets going riding you, you begin to play with her nice tits as they bounce up and down in front of you.

"What are you going to do with the money, Isabella?" you ask. Isabella doesn't answer you, but you think you feel her pussy twitch as you remind her that she's whoring herself out.

"I keep wondering if I overpaid. Emma says you agreed really quickly. You'd do this for less, right? How little could I be paying?" Isabella's pussy burns from humiliation, and she loves it. She hadn't expected to be so turned on by this experience, but being a whore, she realizes, is terribly naughty and exciting.

"I've been thinking that, you know, I could afford to do this weekly. You could quit your job probably with that steady income. You could just work as my prostitute as your only job and only have to work on night a week."

Isabella did the math in her head: $2,000 a month. If she whored herself out just one more night a week, she'd make $1,000 a week, and with no taxes to pay, that be more than her full time job. And she could just work two nights a week. She laughs as she realizes she's actually taking you seriously. She quickly imagines her life as a well-paid, high-class prostitute. She'd call herself an escort, but would be secretly excited when you would call her a whore. She'd have you as her regular, dependable John, and could rotate between other guys - mostly strangers, she hoped, but she imagined many guys she knows, like Zach and Mason would happily pay $500 to fuck her. They might not be able to afford her weekly, but maybe monthly or bi-monthly.

She could live a life of ease and luxury, making all that cash and barely having to work. She could pick and choose who she'd sell herself too, of course, she could make sure she'd enjoy it too. This could be a real dream job.

"But you know, there are a lot of whores out there, so you'd need some sort of loyalty program to keep me coming back. Like a stamp card - nine fucks and the tenth one is free. Frequent banger rewards."

Isabella laughs, and your comment burst her bubble about the ease of becoming a whore. Firstly, for instance, what the hell would she tell Jacob?