Walk Amber home

“You told him that you are a pimp, and I am a hooker?” She stares at me, incredulous.

“No, no, no. I said I am your associate...and that a classy and gorgeous woman like you is worth five-hundred dollars per hour if he wants to spend more time with you. I didn’t mention any ‘services’ at all...” I say with only a hint of smugness. She holds a long, skeptical stare. “Although... I may have suggested he would be wasting his money if used it only to keep chatting with you.” She socked me in the arm.

“I can’t believe you,” she smirked. She sipped her drink. “...So my hooker name is Amber then?”

“Yeah, it is kinda obvious, but it’s a classic. Do you like it?”

“It works... It’s better than Bambi.”

I cringe. “Eww, no—I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“But you would sell my body for five-hundred dollars—without warning me, I might add.”

“Don’t worry, I put you out of his price range on purpose. If he was really interested, he could have talked me down to three-hundred, but only because you like him, of course.”

“Oh, that is nice of you... I could be a discount hooker then.”

“I prefer discount whore, personally.”

I finish Doug’s glass, then run my fingers across her back and look around the room. "I bet that guy would pay five-hundred, though." I indicate a man on the other side of the bar. He is in a business suit, wearing smart shoes and a shiny watch, but his body language suggests he is relying heavily on displaying his clothing, but not getting the responses he is hoping for.

"I...don't like something about him..." I run my fingers down her spine.

I speak more softly, "Okay, who do you have a better feeling about?" She looks thoughtfully around the room.

"That guy, maybe." She nods toward a handsome guy eating at a table with a woman.

"That would be a tricky sell. What do you like about him?"

"Um...probably that the woman looks interested and relaxed around him. Suit guy is weirding the other women out."

"Interesting," I say, admiring Amber's arm as she takes another sip. When she sets it down, I reach over and turn her hand face-up on the bartop. She looks down at it to see what I'm doing. I touch my middle finger down on the center of her palm. I draw a gentle spiral until I get to her wrist, then slowly run it up her arm to the depression below her bicep. Bumps rise all over her arm and her faint hairs stand up. “We can keep talking about who you would or wouldn't fuck at my place. Ready, Amber?”

She bites her lip. "I am very ready."

Ten minutes later we walk past her apartment and enter mine. I invite her to relax in the living room and I make us more cocktails. I hand one to her and she takes a sip.

"That is nice, what is it?" She crosses her legs, my head tilts with them as if connected by puppet strings.

"A Jungle Bird. Dark rum, campari, fruit juices... Did I compliment you on the outfit yet? You look incredible."

"Thank you. My husband picked it out for me. It is one of his favorites."

"And the underwear, too?" The way that her red bra is always drawing my attention through the translucent parts of the dress is highly distracting.

"Yes... It makes me feel slutty. Like I am advertising myself to get fucked."

"That is what inspired me to become your pimp tonight.” I set my drink down and sit on the ottoman in front of her, rubbing her smooth legs. “I have to say, I like the job."

"I didn't get any customers though." She uncrosses her legs, then spreads her knees six inches apart. I rake up the sides of her calves and thighs until I reach her dress. I take her wrist and pull her forward to put us face-to-face. I run my fingers up the back of her neck and take hold of the hair at the nape of her neck.

"I noticed,” I say, low and firm. “ I am very disappointed in you. You passed on a prime customer. I expect my whores to deliver." I pull her head back an inch and give her a light slap on the cheek with my other hand. Her lips part and eyes start to smolder."You had better find a way to make it up to me." Then I lean back, putting my hands behind me on the corners of the ottoman.

"Yes, sir." She slides down to the floor between my legs. She gives me a placating look while unbucking my belt. "I'll make it up to you, sir." She opens my fly and pulls my swelling member. "Ooooo..." She stares at it. "It will be my pleasure to make it up to you, sir." She grips it firmly, feeling it harden in her hand, spreading her fingers as it grows. "Oh fuck." She smiles, with her jaw cocked and tongue running over her teeth. She pushes my legs farther apart and wiggles in closer, suddenly taking her duty seriously. She strokes it up and down, slowly leaning closer. "I'll do better next time, sir." She pulls back my cock and licks up the shaft three times before opening wide and taking it in. She sucks on the head while stroking me.

"You will," I confirm. I watch with pleasure as she leans forward and takes in more of my cock with each bob. One of her thin shoulder straps falls loose. I am hungry to see more of her body. I reach over and pick up my cocktail, sipping it occasionally as she does her job. "Next time you fuck who I tell you to fuck. Got it?" Her eyes dart up at me, full of lust. She makes a nod while continuing to suck me off. "I can't hear you."

Pop! My cock is released. "Yes, sir... I'll fuck who you tell me to fuck, sir." She dives back onto it and pushes herself to take it deeper. She moans in time with her ministrations. I put a hand on her head with light pressure, encouraging her to keep going. "Mmmmmmm-mmmmmmm-mmnnnnn--mmmnnnnggggg-mmggggghhhhh-mngghhhh-nngggghhhhh-mngggggkkk-mnghggghhk" She drives herself down with my assistance to the point of gagging.

"That's right, Amber. Make me proud." She holds herself for a few seconds, then bursts off of me with a gasp, thick mucus stringing between us. Her eyes are watering. I stand up, taking another sip. She waits on her knees. "My cock is still out, honey. Keep it happy." She, grabs it quickly and keeps stroking while I kick my pants off. "Lay down on your back," I say, pointing to the ottoman. "It is time to train your pussy for all those cocks that are going to be using you." I swear she has a micro-orgasm right then. She quickly lays back and spreads her legs, pulling her panties aside. She looks eager, staring at the meaty rod. I bend down and feel her pussy. It is so wet, and probably has been all evening. I wipe some of her juices on my shaft. "Here it cums, Amber."

Her eyes widen siddenly. “I’m supposed to use a condom.” I freeze in place. So she and her husband did lay some ground rules. I fight my own urges for a few seconds, my saliva-slathered cock resting heavily on her clit. I deal with my frustration by beating her clit side-to-side with it and watching her quiver. I could tease her until she breaks, until she begs for it... I take a breath and decide to play along. “That’s right. I like my whores clean. You make them wear a rubber unless they pay double,” I say while I fish one out of the pants I left piled on the floor. I get between her legs again, crouch down, and drop my cock on her pussy to let her feel the nakedness of it. I tear the wrapper open, roll it on and look at her as I rub my glans on her pink slit. She nods, relieved and biting her lip. I push into her most of the way into her on the first thrust.

"HHHuuuuuuuuggggggghhhh," she gasps. Her eyes close and her hands clutch at the the ottoman. I thrust into her again, coaxing another gasp from her.

"Your job as a whore is to make cocks feel good." I thrust into her again. She is breathing through it this time.

"....Yes...sir..." I draw back to the tip and drive it in again, not hard, but at a constant rate, allowing her to feel the length of it. "...yessss..." I keep doing it, pausing to let her feel the vacancy for a moment before filling her again. She looks down to watch it happening.

"What is your job, Amber?"

"Oooohhhh...to—AHH—make cocks—AHH—feel good."

"You had better ask me how it feels then."

"How does—AHH—it feel, baby? AHHH"

"Like I'm fucking my sexy whore’s cunt. I love it." She groans. I have heard her through the wall enough to know that she likes dirty talk, but they never went this far with it. "I am going to be fucking this pussy a lot." She groans louder. I pick up the speed to match her need. "Your husband can send you over anytime, naked..." She starts driving her pelvis up at me, groaning wildly. I see she has a hand pressed down on her lower abdomen. Either it helps her to get off, or she is feeling the way my fuckmeat plowing into her organs. "...whenever you need more whore training."

She thrashes through a climax. The valve of her throat opens letting out a low hiss of air as her back arches, her head dangling off of the edge of the furniture. I admire the scene. Her sexy cocktail dress is barely disturbed. Her red panties are still pulled to the side. Her lovely legs, normally sleek, now bulge with muscles as she strains. Both of her fists pressing above her pubis. I move to keep my cock buried in her and tease her clit through her contortions. Then she collapses.

When she regains her senses, she pulls her head back up to look for me. I am sitting in the chair, jerking myself without the condom. My phone is in one hand. “What’s your job?”

“To make cocks feel good,” she purrs.

“Then get back to work.” She sits up works her straps down, pulling the front of her dress and bra down. My shaft throbs visibly at her lightly freckled, cheerful B-cups. Her nipples are a delicate pink and slightly puffy. “Lets show your husband what you do for your pimp.” I hold out a camera and she poses for me as I snap a photo.

I put my hands on the armrest, letting my cock bounce freely, ready for her to take over. She pushes the ottoman back and gets low, her head between my knees. She licks her lips and crawls forward, brushing her cheeks between my thighs. The tip of my cock touches her nose. She lets it slide up her face, rising up her forehead as she keeps pushing forward, until her nose presses into my soft scrotum. Her tongue probes the wrinkled sack until it finds a heavy testicle. Her head tilts and she sucks it into her mouth. She works my balls, lavishing one, then the other, with licking and sucking. She ruts her nose under and around the sack while my shaft bobs and slides against her forehead. With some effort, and the help of her hands, she manages to squish both testicles in her mouth at once. She sucks them hard and rears back like a dog pulling on a chew toy, shooting pleasurable pain through me. I gasp, near the limit of what I can take. Her eyes glint with satisfaction, her lips and cheeks stretching unnaturally from displacement, tension and suction. She holds them there, working her tongue roughly against my now taut sack. She reaches up and strokes me, balls in sensual agony, getting me to the edge in mere moments. I start tensing up. She lets them pop out of her mouth, plopping wetly in my lap. The sultry look she gives me, the way she drops my cock back onto her face between her big green eyes, and her slight nuzzling against my shaft is just enough to do it for me. I suddenly moan as cum spurts up her face, into her hair. She tilts her head up, catching some on her nose and the rest in her mouth.

“How was that, sir?” She asks with a cock still on her face. I take a picture and admire it.

“Beautiful,” I say. That shot is a keeper. She cleans me with a long slurp and swallows it. “Give me your phone number.” She does, with only a little hesitation. “What is your name? Or should I just put it under ‘Favorite Whore’?”

“Kaitlyn.” Her cum-covered face is turning pink.

“I’m Warren.” Then I let her out the door.