She was the queen, I was a ghost (prostitution)

Around Jane I was really feeling invisible. She was pretty and sexy, I was... not as good-looking as my brother. Every time she was coming home during our college years, he was the center of her attention.

She even forgot I was in the room one time and started to rub her clit through her panties, watching my brother working in the garden. I really wanted to have her, to fuck her, but it never happened. My brother rejected her and she never came back.

So, it was quite a surprise when, years later, I found her on the side of the road in the red-light district. I had to bring her home. It was my lucky day.

She didn't seem to recognize me, which I expected. So, once home I broke the silence.

"So you're a whore, now, Jane?"

"You know me?" She asked, a bit shocked.

"I'm John's brother."

Her eyes opened wide.

"Ooh! Damn! How is he?"

"He's good, he probably doesn't remember you, though."

I waited a moment to watch the deception in her eyes.

"Now, I don't want to hear about him. I'm paying you for two hours, and during those two hours, you're going to be my cock sleeve."

She barely hid a sigh, and took my bills.

"What do you want to..." She started to say.

"Shut up and get on your knees, slut!"

She immediately obeyed and I already loved it. I used her mouth again and again, came once and then fucked her overused pussy while cum was still running down her chin. She couldn't complain, she had to put up with everything I wanted her to do. It was really the best day of my life. I would never forget the warmth of her cunt around my cock, the sound of her butt cheeks when I slapped them, her fake moaning, her hair between my fingers as I pulled them back, riding her like a bitch.

In the end she left my house, with dry cum on her lips and chin and smeared makeup, as I refused her to clean herself. I rented her quite a few times after that. I loved to make her believe I would take her as a housewife and pull her off the street, which I'll never do.