Push For More

Emma pulled her lips off of Mike's cock with a loud popping sound and leaned back in the passenger seat. "You want more?" Being a whore was starting to drive her wild.

"Yes," Mike stammered as he looked down as his twitching hard on, "Don't stop now!"

"I mean more than a blowjob?" Emma asked, parting her legs.

Mike nodded like an over excited child.

"Well, how much?" She asked him

"All of it. I want everything!" Mike panted.

"No, how much money do you have?" Emma asked, dismayed.

He fished around in his wallet then said, "I have another hundred. That will make one twenty total."

Emma pulled off her thong from under her skirt and laid back, spreading her legs.

Michael looked at her pussy then scrambled to climb on top of her. He was inserting himself inside of her before she could yell, "Wait! Condom!"

By now it didn't matter. Michael was thrusting himself inside her pussy with gusto. Emma had brought him too close with her mouth and now he was **** to finish. She tried her best just to enjoy the ride.

Mike grabbed her butt with both hands, humping away at her greasy sex. She could only imagine how much precum he was leaking inside of her as he sawed back and forth through her passage.

Emma was getting close herself, but still somewhat rational. "You have to pull out, don't cum inside of me."

"What? You do this kind of shit and you aren't on the pill?" Mike asked, short of breath.

"Of course I'm on birth control. But it's not one hundred percent! And don't judge me, you're the one picking up prostitutes!" Emma hollered as she met Mike's thrusting.

Mike didn't answer, he just slammed into Emma harder. Emma had a sneaking suspicion that Mike was about to forget what she said and cum in her anyway. The idea turned her on and she found herself squeezing him with her vaginal muscles, coaxing him to release his seed.

A married man, paying her for sex, having unprotected sex on some back road in the woods. A week ago it would have shocked her to hear about someone doing something like that. Now it was her, doing it, and loving it.

"Cum in me. Fill my pussy," She heard herself say, "Cum inside me."

Mike answered her plea almost immediately. He fell against Emma and squeezed her ass harder as he emptied himself inside of her. All that cum shooting up inside of her set of her own orgasm and she rocked herself against Michael.

Some time later, now in town, Emma was exiting his car, with cum lining the inside of her panties. Mike had left his card, and one hundred twenty dollars, with her. He had said she should call him if she ever wanted more work. Emma couldn't help but think that she might take him up on his offer.