Prostitute

I walk the streets near my home town. I’m wearing my newly favorite mini skirt and schoolgirl shirt. Of course I have no panties or bra on, because I’m a good girl and this is how we dress. The sun is beginning to set and my shift is about to start. I go to my usual street and only have to wait for about five minutes till a car pulls up, and the window rolls down, “hey gorgeous. What are you doin” I glance down at the car and generously bend forward letting my shirt show my ample cleavage,

“I was just waiting for a hot man like you to come save me from this cold dark street” I say with a purr.

I see him adjust himself in his seat. My words having an immediate effect upon him.

He opens the passenger door and I slide in, gently placing my hand on his thigh. “So, big boy. What do you want to do first?” I say as I lick my lips.

He looks at me and then says something that surprises me, “wow. You look just like a girl I went to high school with. Like, just like her. Her name was Sara I think?”

The name sounds familiar. But it sounds like it belongs to someone else. My name is Slut3. I smile to him and say, “well she must be a very lucky girl to look like this. Now how about I free this guy and begin making you feel better?” With that I gently grab his pant buttons and release his decent member. It’s not to big but not to small. Nothing to write home about, but clients never want to hear that. I gasp, “oh my he is so big and thick. I can’t wait to feel him inside of allll of my holes”. I draw out the all and see his breath catch in his throat. Before I take his member in my mouth I give him directions to a pay by the hour motel nearby where I do all of my business. As he drives away I get to work on his member. I can feel him getting so close already so I slow my pace and drag it out. I suck on his balls and lick the entire shaft as he drives. I can feel how erratic the car is moving and I know he won’t last much longer. I kiss the head of his cock and look out the window to see how close we are. He is just pulling into the motel, “tell the worker it’s room 11 and I think you’re going to want to pay for two hours. At least”. Again I purr in his ear and he’s eating out of my palm. He stuffs his painfully erect cock back into has pants and runs inside to pay, I make my way to room 11. My master whistles over to me from the parking lot and I explain the John I picked up. I also mention he said I looked like a girl named Sara. My master laughs and says, “I can believe that. There are similarities. But Sara moved away. She was a prude and didn’t like sex like you do my little slut”. His words send a fire down to my pantyless groin.

“Thank you Sir. Can I have my reward for bringing you more business?” He obliges me and hands me a pill. My whole world lights up and I can hardly contain my joy. This is the best part of the night. But before I can get it be pulls it away,

“Wow now. Work before pleasure my little slut. Your John is returning. Make sure he wants to be a repeat customer. Lean into his fascination with ‘Sara’ and see if he will give you a bigger tip. Then you’ll get your happy pill”. As the John approaches I mean him at the door and drop down to my knees.

“I am yours for the next several hours ‘Sir’. Feel free to use me as you want. You can call me Sara if it pleases you”. As he opens the door I know I will be spending the next few hours on my knees or back getting stuffed with some nice thick meat. Then I can get my pill that I love so much