Sex with Cora.

Cora pushes you to the side, you fall into the pillows by the headboard. She bows down bringing her face to your groin. You are looking straight at Berty. His wrinkled face grinning from ear to ear. You feel Cora’s tongue run along the folds of your pussy. She’s still on her knees, leaving her ass hanging in the air, giving Berty a perfect view. You look down seeing a mess of blonde hair between your legs.

“Mmmm, sexy and tasty, what a great combo,” Cora says with her chin rubbing against your sex. You moan out as she returns to her oral pleasuring. You run your hands through your whore friend’s hair.

You can feel your orgasm approaching. You catch a glimpse of Berty sitting in his chair. He’s sitting so still you question if he’s still awake. Then he coughs, and follows up by saying, “Play with your bazongas.” You pause for a second to decipher what he means. Then you realize he wants you to play with your tits. You knead your big tits, letting your fingers brush against your sensitive pierced nipples. Cora is waving her ass in the air, while she eats you out.

The combined sensations of your own hands rubbing your nipples, Cora’s mouth pressed to your sex, and her fingers exploring your pussy are enough to push you over the edge. Your core tightening, your hands slip from your tits grabbing Cora’s head pushing her into your spasming sex. You can feel your fluids leaking over her face. Cora climbs up your body, kissing you passing your own taste into your mouth. “We should do this more often,” she whispers to you winking. “Now it’s my turn,” Cora says louder so Berty can hear.

“Spank her,” Berty rasps as you and Cora move to change spots.

“Spank who, Berty?” Cora says, hugging you tightly.

“Correy, been a bad girl,” the old man starts laughing, before it turns into a coughing spree.

“Me?” Cora exaggerates a shocked face covering her mouth with her hand. “I would never be bad,” she scrunches her face trying to look angry as she presses her hands to her head, pointing her fingers to simulate horns. She then lays herself across your legs, waving her ass in the air. “Okay, maybe I’ve been a little bad.”

You bring your hand down on Cora’s round bottom. Cora eeks out a tiny yelp. “Harder,” the raspy old man’s voice calls out.

“Yea, punish me you beautiful minx,” you feel odd that you’re about to hit someone who is actively complimenting you. But you’ve been a whore long enough now to know to follow the client’s wishes. You bring your hand down again, the sound of skin on skin echoing around the room.”Oh my,” Cora cries out. You pause after each blow, but Berty doesn’t stop you. *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* With each blow, Cora’s cries become less playful. *SMACK* *SMACK* She kicks her legs with each blow.

“Enough,” Berty finally says, Cora’s ass is a bright red from your spankings. “Does it hurt?”

Cora is back to being playful. Her lower lip sticking out in an **** pout, “Yes, very much. I think Amber might need to kiss it and make it feel better.” She says looking at you. You follow her lead, leaning in and plant your lips against her cheeks. You can feel the heat coming off of her abused bottom. “Mmmm all better,” Cora says, slapping her ass as you pull your lips away. You see her wince, knowing that must’ve hurt, but Cora pretends as if it doesn’t, committing fully to the role.

“Ahem,” the nurse interrupts from the doorway. “Time’s up, Bertram. Say goodbye to your whores, we’ve got to get ready for bed.” Berty, or Bertram as the nurse called him, frowns at the interruption.

“Oh Berty,” Cora leans in kissing his cheek, “I’ll see you next week. You make sure to text me what you want.” The nurse transfers Berty to a wheelchair and carts him out of the room as you and Cora get dressed. The nurse is waiting in the living room, you can hear the shower running in the other room. Cora holds out her wrist, then smacks your arm, you take the hint and hold out your wrist as well. The nurse taps a phone to both of your wrists, paying for both of your services.

Cora holds your hand as the two of you walk back to her place. “Hey, I know you’ve been looking for your own place, but you can stay with me if you want. We can split the rent, save some money and pay off these debts.”

“Yea, I’d like that.” Honestly you hadn’t been looking too hard for your own place. You had become accustomed to sleeping next to Cora. And the room isn’t even that bad, now that you’ve cleaned up Cora’s mess.

“Yes!” Cora pumps her arm in victory, never letting go of your hand forcing you into the same action. “Now I never have to clean my room again.”

“Oh is that why you want me to stay?” you ask her.

“Well it doesn’t hurt, but the real reason is because of these,” she squeezes your tits making a honking noise. The two of you laugh making your way back home.