It was near Christmas. It was cold. There was snow melting into brown slush in the streets. The town Center was decorated with all the usual lights and festivities. It took an hour longer to get home in the traffic.
It had been a long day. I had gotten back from a shift at the beauty salon. I had been booked solid all week, tinting eyebrows and waxing bikini lines at the salon. All I wanted was a hot bath and a hot chocolate in bed. I’d been working hard, doing extra shifts, as I was desperate to go and spend the holidays with my mum and dad. My whole family would be there.
My then-boyfriend, we’ll call him Lee, was a complete low-life. We’d got a flat together, which I now worked to pay for. He sat around with his mates, sniffing coke and getting drunk. I thought I loved him. I was young and dumb. Lee was a bit of a fake tough guy, a plastic gangster; according to him, he was always the most brutal man in the room. I was twenty-three and dumb.
I was stripping off my salon uniform, ready for a long bath. Suddenly, Lee rushed through the door. There was blood on his nose and a cut on his eye. I was panic-stricken, thinking he’d been mugged.
I jumped and ran to him to see if he was okay, but he brushed me aside. I followed him into the bedroom of our flat. He was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands.
“What happened?” I asked. I was so worried. The towel I was holding slipped to the floor. I grabbed some plasters and tried to put a flannel on his eye. My bare boobs touched his cold, ripped coat and sent a shiver through me.
“I’ve fucked up, babe, really bad,” he said without looking at me. I was scared now. I put my arm around him. I felt like I might cry; his coat sleeve had blood all over it, and it stuck to my skin. He was shaking partly from the cold, partly from fear.
“I owe Ryan Tell £400, and he said he’s gonna fuck me up worse next time if I don’t pay,” Lee wailed, wiping his nose on his ripped coat sleeve. There was blood all over his face. “He said you gotta pay it off for me.”
I was upset and confused. So I just rubbed Lee’s back.
“I don’t have £400. I don’t get paid till Friday, and my wages at the salon are only £190. How can I pay for it?” I said, looking at his bleeding nose.
Lee let me wipe his nose. I brushed his brown hair from his swollen eye. He cuddled closer to me. Goosebumps spread across my skin.
“I can’t even say it, but he said you can go and see him for an hour, and he’ll wipe it, the money,” he said as he put his arm around my waist.
I knew what Lee meant. I’d heard about other girls doing stuff like that for their boyfriends. Mainly, the stories came from Lee. I had never asked how he knew. I didn’t realise Ryan myself, but I’d heard similar from a few girls on my estate, too. Ryan Tell was notorious for letting girls fuck him to pay for their smoke or coke. Sometimes, to pay off large tick bills for themselves or their boyfriends.
Lee said it didn’t matter if they did stuff like that. They were slags. He wouldn’t ever ask me to do that kind of thing. He said Ryan would give his bits on credit. Ryan didn’t mind waiting until he got paid.
I believed all the shit Lee told me back in those days. When the cocaine got into lads, they started acting crazy. Coke had got a considerable hold over Lee. I was just too naïve at the time to realise this.
“I can’t do that! He wants to fuck me?” I said in disbelief.
Lee turned to look at me. I saw the state of his face and winced. It looked painful.
“They are going to break my legs. Look at me; it’ll be worse next time, or you go there for one hour. I’ll be in hospital next time, Jezz, please,” Lee started crying again.
“I can’t, I can’t do it. It’s prostitution for your debts,” I was so upset he’d asked me. I remember feeling sick, thinking he wasn’t the man I thought he was.
“It’s ok, I shouldn’t even ask, Jezz. I told him you weren’t like that, and then he just punched me in the face,” Lee whimpered, his eyes pleading with me.
I was so dumb back then.
Anyway, after much crying and arguing, I agreed, but it was strictly a one-off.
I was so angry with Lee, not just for the ‘one hour’ that I had to endure, but that he was still sniffing coke and running up debts. We were skint, and I was working all hours at the salon, on my feet all day, in the salon while he claimed the dole and sniffed coke. I decided Lee needed to be taught a lesson.
After begging me, literally on hands and knees, to go and see Ryan, just for one hour, Lee would switch it up and start telling me he was a lowlife for even asking me. I’d agree to go. Then he’d get jealous, saying I wanted to go. I was too keen to go. He’d say other girls did it for their boyfriends. So I’d agree again. Then I wanted to go too much. I was a slut. Then he told me I had to go, or he was a dead man.
I was trying to work the Christmas rush at the salon. My boss noticed my work was suffering. I couldn’t concentrate. I didn’t have the energy for Lee’s drama as well. I was looking at him differently now.
Anyway, back to the debt issues Lee had caused. Ryan was threatening him again by the following week. This time, more seriously. Lee said he’d arranged a time for me to go to Ryan’s house. Lee said Ryan and a big Turkish guy had threatened him in the alleyway next to the kebab house. He had no choice but to agree. He told me the guys in the kebab house had seen it all.
“It’s just one hour. Please go, Jezz,” he was holding my hand. His big brown eyes pleading with me. I sat listening to him, and I wanted the arguing to be over. “Just pretend it’s me. Just go, Jezzy. He said the cut-off is tomorrow if you cancel again, and I’ll owe the money.”
“I’ll go but this is so fucked up, Lee,” I said as I snatched my hand away. “I’m going to do it, just for you. I’ll do it.”
Feeling sick, I tried not to think about what I’d have to do. I felt so angry with Lee for doing this to me.
~XXX~
An hour before, I had to go. I was getting ready for one hour with Ryan. Lee was following me around the house, and I had enough of his nonsense. I was thinking Lee needed to learn to pay his debts.
“You’re doing this,” he kept repeating, over and over, after he begged me to go and see Ryan.
I decided to go to the Ryan’s in a slutty red mini dress. I wore it for clubbing, but when I went out, I had on underwear. To go to Ryan’s, I was naked underneath it. Just to teach Lee a lesson, I made sure he saw my waxed pussy, winking as I leaned forward in the mirror.
Seeing Lee glare at me from behind made me feel more determined to go fuck Ryan and rub his pathetic face in it when I got back.
“You’re wearing that, are you, flashing ya pussy at him cos you’re hot for it,” Lee said, sounding petulant.
“I’m paying off your debt, Lee, not mine,” I said, putting another layer of mascara on my black eyelashes in the mirror. My blonde curly hair was loose down my back, and I’d got a great tan from the sun bed. I put on some red lipstick and a pair of high black heels.
I stood back to look at my dress in the mirror. I was admiring myself. My 34DD breasts looked huge. I usually wore shorts and a vest under this dress, but Lee needed to learn a lesson. I was going to teach it to him.
The dress was scarlet red, silk, and very low cut, and without a bra, my boobs were nearly falling out. The short skirt had little ties at the side, and my butt cheeks showed when I walked. The silky fabric was hugging my curves.
Lee sat on the side of the bath, scowling at me. I was making myself look like the whore he said I was. He was angry, his jaw clenching. I leaned over the sink, letting him see I had no panties on, ready to pay off his debts with my pussy.
He stormed out of the bathroom, slamming the door. I felt mean, but I giggled to myself. This was Lee’s fault, but maybe I did want to go.
As I was leaving, Lee was crying in the kitchen. He called me a slag as I put my oversized puffer coat on over the skimpy dress. I couldn’t believe he’d called me a name.
The cheek of this guy.
~XXX~
I sat outside Ryan’s house in my beat-up Ford Fiesta. I could hear Mariah Carey singing about how all she wanted for Christmas was some guy on a car stereo. I felt nervous now, and I wished I had some panties on. I had to go in, or Lee would get hurt again. It was also getting cold in the car with no heater. I wrapped my puffer around me, pushed my chest out, and went to the door.
A big sign said ‘Santa Stop Here’ on the immaculate lawn.
My stomach was in knots, but I was getting turned on. It was like I would be a different girl for an hour. Ryan might be good-looking, I hoped desperately. I only heard about his reputation; I didn’t know him then.
I was just going to be a slutty naughty girl for an hour and then go back to the salon and Lee. Just. One hour.
I was scared, pressing the doorbell. The house was posh. A massive flashing Santa on the roof spread blue and red lights all over the melting, smushy snow.
I tried not to think about Ryan spreading my legs or holding my feet in the air. I had nightmares about a fat old guy humping on top of me. I focused on the brown front door.
Ryan was wearing a jumper and tracksuit bottoms. I don’t know what I’d expected, not roses but maybe a shirt. I felt incredibly overdressed in a minidress and high heels.
“Fit as fuck. Get in here,” Ryan said quite playfully. He held the door for me. Then, quickly, he yanked my puffer coat off. It was dark inside the hallway, and I tripped over his step, stumbling into his house. I couldn’t see him correctly in the gloom. He stood behind me and grabbed both my arse cheeks with his big hands. He was pretending to steady me. I let out a squeal as he felt I didn’t have on underwear, and his hand touched my bare backside.
“Your a fucking filthy one then,” Ryan said as he pushed me face up against the wall. He roughly stuck two fingers inside me, my body automatically responded to him, and I got all wet. I pushed my body into the wall, my cheek flat against the cold plaster.
Just there in the hallway, quick as a flash, it was too late to return. I was doing it. Ryan was making me into a prostitute. He was doing it to me with his fingers. The one-hour countdown had started, and I was a whore.
I tried to say I thought we could talk a bit first, but my words jumbled as his fingers moved incessantly. I tried to squeeze my legs together, but my pussy was responding to his pumping.
“I’m not talking. I want to get up you. You’re wet for me already, you bad girl,” Ryan laughed as his fingers moved in and out faster, quite roughly, seeking out my g spot inside. Lee would be howling if he saw this, I thought. That made me even wetter, thinking of the tears streaming down his bruised face.
All I could do was press my hands onto the wall and take it as Ryan’s big fingers found my G Spot. He rubbed hard, his arm pumping in and out. I felt a flood gush out of me onto his floor as I squirted. His fingers kept thrusting roughly inside. My knees shook with the force. I hadn’t ever squirted before. I thought I’d pissed myself. My hard nipples pressed into the wall as a wave of pleasure spread out into my stomach.
“I’m sorry that was rougher than I’m used to.” I gasped as Ryan pulled his fingers out. My thighs were soaked. I felt so embarrassed.
“Don’t apologise. You’re a right filthy squirter. Get in my bed right now,” Ryan said, smacking me playfully on the arse.
I turned around, and he was smiling. He’d made me cum before I even saw him correctly. I felt weird like this might be fun after all. I’d never had an orgasm like that, and I wanted more.
The thought of Lee at home crying while I paid off his debt with my soaking hash was a big turn-on to me. He’d made me do this.
~XXX~
The massive TV in Ryan’s bedroom was playing a DVD porno, close-ups of cum dripping out of open, used pussies. It smelled of pine disinfectant, and I was pleased to see it was immaculately clean.
Ryan just started taking off his clothes, like this was completely normal. I stood there, not quite knowing what to do. My skirt pulled high, exposing my dripping pussy lips.
“Leave that dress on and get ya big tittys out,” he said, pulling down his boxers. He had a big hairy chest and a big thick cock. It was a lot bigger than Lee’s. I just stared at it. Ryan was hard already and shaved. That would be going inside me. I was so nervous; I wanted this over, but at the same time, I didn’t want it to stop.
“I’d have put a towel down if I knew you were a squirter. Come on, all fours and show me your arsehole,” Ryan said. He stood naked at the side of his bed, looking at the TV, rubbing his dick.
I pulled the straps of my dress down, showing him my big boobs. I put my bag on the floor and climbed on the bed. I got on all fours in the middle like he’d told me to but with my legs shut tight.
“No, face the TV so I can watch the porno at the same time as I’m banging ya,” Ryan said. He yanked me around by my waist and got behind me. He pushed my head down and started to finger me again. One, two, three, big fingers forced roughly inside. He was trying to open my pussy, ready for his big cock to go in me.
I felt his tongue lick at my clit as his big fingers pushed inside me. I knelt there on his bed, counting the seconds in my head. He licked my slit with long, hard strokes.
“If you open your legs, this is going to be a lot easier,” Ryan growled, wiping my juice around his cock. I could see him in the mirrors on his wardrobe. I opened my legs a little bit. I felt the pressure as the big, round, swollen bell end pushed inside me. I was so wet from squirting downstairs he went straight up inside my cunt quickly.
I gasped. Ryan was bigger than any man I’d ever had. My body was responding to his size. I could feel my pussy opening and letting him inside.
Thrusting into me hard, as cum dripped of a woman’s lips on the TV screen, Ryan began grunting. I was watching us in the mirror. I took the hard, deep thrusts doggy style. I wished Lee could see me right now. Being used like a slut, for his debt. My pussy started to twitch.
Ryan reached round, grabbing my nipple. It was so hard his touch sent electric shocks through me.
“You love it, don’t you,” Ryan whispered in my ear as I came on him. A huge shuddering orgasm ripped through my pelvis and spread into my body. My intense pulses gripped his big dick. My pussy was wide open. I arched my back, preparing for another deep thrust.
I felt him pulling out of me. My pussy was still pulsing, squeezing out juice down my thighs. I wanted more. I wanted him to start fingering me again. I just stayed perfectly still. My face pushed into the mattress.
He slapped me on the arse.
“That’s it. Sorry, I came up ya, babe. You were a bit tight compared to the usual cum dumps I go with,” Ryan said, wiping his cock with toilet paper and pulling up his boxers. “You need to get on the game. You’d make a fortune with that tight hole,” he laughed loudly.
Ryan offered me the toilet roll and sat on the bed. I felt his cum dribbling out of me. My hole felt wide open. I’d never been fucked like that. Being filthy and slutty turned me on so much.
I flopped down on the bed and opened my legs, wiping his cum from my fucked pussy. I’d never felt like this. I was soaked, Ryan’s cum dribbled down my thighs. I left my boobs hanging out. My nipples were still hard. He leaned over and sucked one. I pushed them forward, wanting him to fuck me again.
As his teeth bite my nipple, I felt myself getting wet, wanting his thick cock inside me again. I wanted him to pump me and make my pussy squirt again.
Ryan let go and laughed.
“You’re a spicy thing, ain’t you? I love fucking the lads, Mrs and sending them back full of my jizz, and you’re the best snatch I’ve had in ages. You need to put an advert in private mag. I’d book an hour,” he said, “and I’ve still got thirty minutes left this time so that you can stay naked for a bit. No rushing off just cos I’ve shot my load.”
“What’s Private?” I asked him, feeling a bit dumb not knowing.
“Magazine where hookers advertise, babe. You should get on it,” Ryan said as he stared at my dripping gash.
I was gobsmacked and turned on at the same time. Saying I was the best in ages made me feel horny.
I’d only been there an hour, and I’d learned a lot. I’d known that I could meet a guy, not even see his face and let him bring me to climax. I’d realised I could get fucked by a stranger and leave with cum still on my thighs.
I’d learned I liked it.
I’d also learned where other girls who did those things advertised their skills. I was on three pounds ninety-eight an hour at the Beauty Salon, but in Ryan’s bed, I had a huge wet orgasm, enjoyed myself more than I ever did with Lee, and it had paid off a debt.
That money should have been mine.
As I was driving home, feeling Ryan’s spunk between my legs, I felt like a whore, used. It felt so naughty and wrong. But I liked it so much.
I walked through the door to my flat. Lee was coked up. He was sitting on the sofa.
“So, did you do it?” he said, his fists clenched on his thighs. “Is my girlfriend a whore?”
I nodded, staring defiantly at him, my body electrified from the orgasm I’d had in Ryan Tell’s bed. I felt exhilarated.
“You can lick his jizz out of me, or you can get out,” I said, pointing at the door. Without saying a word, Lee lay back on the sofa. I pulled my skirt around my waist, staring at him. “No? You’re too much of a waster even to clean up the mess you caused.”
I stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door.
~XXX~
The week before Christmas, disaster struck. The beauty salon laid me off. I heard another two girls got laid off, too. Since I’d been with Ryan, my ambitions had changed. So, I didn’t care as much as I should. Lee could sense it. He knew what I was going to do.
I was supposed to be job hunting. It was Christmas, and plenty of places were hiring. I didn’t want that kind of job any more.
I couldn’t stop thinking about squirting on the floor while Ryan pumped me with his fingers in his hall. The squirting when I got excited. How I was a nasty little slut. It all turned me on so much. The beauty salon seemed duller than ever. Lee seemed more boring than ever.
I fingered myself in the bath or the bedroom while Lee slept on the sofa. Thinking about what a filthy slut I was. It turned me on. Over and over again, I played with myself, thinking about cum dribbling out of my open pussy. Remembering how I kneeled on all fours to pay off a debt. Used, cum in and sent home.
Lee was sleeping on the couch and hanging around with the lads doing coke. If we saw each other at home, he made nasty comments about me being a dirty slag.
The week after I got laid off, Lee threw his dinner on the floor and stormed back to his mum’s house. I was relieved the rows were over.
I was, however, getting worried about money, and I remembered I could make some another way. With my wet pussy and a classifieds ad. It would be more interesting than working at the beauty salon, and I had rent to pay.
I went to the newsagents and bought Private magazine and placed the advert that changed my life.
Forever.
~XXX~
It was freezing on the streets. A huge bustling market was going on for the last week’s Christmas rush. The Christmas tree in the Centre had lights twinkling and spreading down the rest of the lanes in town. Last-minute shoppers rushed around.
I was sat on a high hotel barstool. The other people had shopping bags or luggage with them. I had twenty Marlboro and enough change for another Baileys.
I was waiting for my afternoon punter, a travelling salesman from Margate, who was twenty minutes late. I’d decided to have a drink and see if he turned up. Another ten minutes and I was going. I needed the money.
Lee was gone, and this was my second punter from the Private magazine advert. My introduction to the scene had gone well. I had a lot of guys wanting to see me. I was more worried about going back empty-handed than I was about sucking a stranger’s cock.
The booking had been a £450 two-hour session, and I desperately needed the money. I wanted to visit the countryside for the holiday and see my parents. I needed to decide what I would do in the new year. By not seeing the travelling sales guy, I was leaving a hole in my rent money. I definitely wouldn’t have enough to go home for the festivities.
I sipped my baileys and lit another cigarette. I wasn’t hanging around all afternoon. I didn’t particularly appreciate getting done up for nothing.
I wasn’t sure how I should dress to see clients yet. I smoothed down my long blonde hair and pulled the front of my little black dress up over my 34DD breasts. I guessed most guys would like a little black dress with stockings and no panties. I’d only worn a slight fur shrug, and my black stockings didn’t quite meet the bottom of my short skirt. It would be cold waiting for a taxi.
As I stubbed out my cigarette, giving up on the horny sales guy. I picked up my gold-chained handbag, ready to leave. Turning around, I noticed a guy watching me from the corner. He was a big guy with a ginger beard and a high-vis vest slung over the chair next to him, watching me intently. I crossed and uncrossed my legs and smiled before looking away, flashing him my gash. He wasn’t sure he’d seen my bare pussy, but he had, indeed, seen my smooth lips.
I loved to tease. I giggled to myself. A bit of fun before I left empty-handed. As I turned back to the bar to finish my drink, I felt an arm wrap around my waist, and the smell of sweat filled my nose.
“Are you working, sweetheart?” a deep man’s voice said behind me.
I took a deep breath. Not wanting to sound nervous, I didn’t pick up guys in hotel bars. I’d only seen one guy from my advert. This was my second professional date. I was a newbie. I made up my mind.
Money is money. Cock is cock.
“I am darling, yes,” I said, allowing his hand to cup my breast gently from behind.
“How about we have a drink in the corner, discuss a price and then go upstairs?” he whispered as his hand slid between my legs.
“Baileys with ice, please,” I said, getting off the stool and straightening my skirt over my hips. The guy’s hand was around my waist as he waited for the barman to serve the drinks. His hand slipped to my bottom as the barman watched. The hotel allowed girls to work there as long as there wasn’t more than one girl in the bar.
“I’m Gav, and your name is beautiful?” he said as he ushered me into his booth.
“I’m Jez. Nice to meet you,” I smiled, sipping my drink.
There was a wooden wall behind me and a heavy table in front of us. The snow on the street behind me glowed as it got dark outside. No one could see. I leaned against the wall, facing him as he sipped his pint. My nipples tingled in anticipation of the clandestine Christmas meeting. I might have my rent this month after all.
“I’m looking for a lady to keep me company for a few hours. I’m happy to pay,” Gav said, flashing a massive roll of notes in his pocket, “if you’re okay with having sex for money and you’re not just hot for a ginger.”
As soon as I saw the roll, my clit tingled. I opened my legs again. I was exposing myself. Gav was trying to be funny, too. I leaned closer to him. My black dress was pulled down. My nipples were about to break free of the flimsy fabric.
“A couple of hours would be £350, with any extras you like, £450,” I whispered, his hand sliding between my legs and his fingertip flicked at my clit. His eyes briefly opened wide as he felt I was naked under my dress.
“No panties, filthy girl. You hang around in bars and wait for guys to pick you up? Then charge them £450 to stick it up your arse with no Johnny. Those kinds of extras,” he said as his finger worked its way inside my gash. A few people were hanging around in the bar. Although we were in a secluded spot, I could see the barman was still watching us.
“Maybe I do. That’s lucky for you, isn’t it,” I breathed into Gav’s ear as he pushed his finger inside my tight little cunt, up to his knuckle. I thought about the money and being able to pay my rent as I took his finger in me. It made me wet.
Gav pulled his finger out and held it in front of his face. My juice glistened on his rough skin. He sucked it clean. I was extremely turned on by how he was acting. I loved to be treated like a slutty fuck toy.
“We understand each other, then? Good, finish that drink quick, sexy. Let’s go,” he said. He finished his drink in one gulp. I pushed my glass away as my tummy flicked over with butterflies.
Gav picked up his high-vis jacket, and we left the bar. A guy in a suit working on a laptop watched me over his screen, leaving with Gav. He nodded at me, and I guessed he would be waiting in the bar for me.
“Looks like you’ve got a queue forming, sweetheart,” Gav laughed.
So, this was the early days. It’s nerve-wracking going to a room with a punter when you’ve been doing it for a while. I was shaking with nerves this time. This was my first pick-up, my second professional date and my second time selling myself by the hour. The sweetest guy can turn in a second. It scared me. It made my pussy wet at the same time. I didn’t know what to expect going with a punter.
As soon as the lift door slid shut, Gav pounced on me. He pulled my tight black dress down nearly ripping the straps. My huge breasts were laid bare in front of him. He sucked my nipple so hard I felt a red love bite form. I’d only met him five minutes ago, but my body responded to his manly roughness.
It was no different picking up guys in a hotel bar than going to a stranger’s house like I’d done with Ryan. He’d grabbed me at the first second. I like the desperation. I steadied myself as Gav pulled and sucked at my chest. I didn’t care who I fucked, as long as I got money.
Gav gripped my tit hard and forced more inside his mouth. I leaned back against the mirrored lift wall as he devoured my breasts.
The lift glided silently upward. I was so scared someone would come in and see us. As well as hoping someone would see us. It’s a hazard of working in hotels. I was in a rush to get in his room.
The doors slid open, and Gav quickly pulled my dress up. My dress was covering my huge breasts unevenly. I looked like a whore, and I didn’t care as Gav half dragged me down the carpeted, dim corridor. My thick thighs showed above my black lace stockings. My high stiletto heels sunk into the plush carpet.
“Room 227, this is it, babe,” he said, swiping his door card.
I paused for a second—the point of no return.
I stepped inside.
As soon as the door slammed shut, Gav roughly yanked my dress up around my waist. I stood proudly, exposing my smooth, waxed pussy to him. In the room with this punter, one on one, I felt more confident.
Gav stuck three fingers deep inside my ready fuck hole. Wetness exploded down my thighs, just like with Ryan. Big, rough fingers pumped up inside me hard. I gasped, feeling him stretching me open. His eyes locked on mine.
“Strip it off except the stockings and heels, and get on the bed. I’m going to quickly wash my cock,” Gav said as he pulled his fingers out of me.
I nodded and walked into the bedroom. I flicked the TV onto 667, Bunny X TV, and pulled my dress off. Nervously, I checked myself in the mirror. I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to bareback, but I needed this money. So what if he leaked a bit of cum inside me. I needed the cash.
I lay on the bed with my legs open wide. My hole was gaping now I was in the room. I loved fucking strangers. It was a thrill that would never leave me.
Gav walked into the bedroom. His hairy body was damp. He was a round, barrel-shaped man, like an orangutan, who did a physical job. He looked about fifty. I’d been with older guys. He pulled the money roll out of his trouser pocket and threw his trousers back on the chair.
“There’s £500 there. You can have the lot if you let me blow a full load up you’re arse, babe,” he said, putting the money on the bedside dresser.
“That sounds more than okay to me, Daddy Bear. Come here,” I said, holding out my arms.
Gav kneeled on the bed between my stocking legs. His rough hands ran up my legs, snagging in the silk. He bent his head between my legs, and I felt his large tongue push inside me. I gasped as he expertly licked inside my wet open cunt. It felt delicious just to meet and fuck instantly like this. It wasn’t Gav. It was the situation of being a whore. I loved to be licked out. I felt the low tingle begin inside me.
I felt Gav’s tongue move to my clit, making my body shudder. Gently, his teeth began to nibble at my shaved smooth lips, teasing me open wider. I grabbed a handful of his red hair, grinding my fuck hole into his face. He plunged his hand inside me, up to his knuckle, yanking inside. I lay my head back as a shudder engulfed my body.
“I love a dirty bitch who just loves getting fucked raw,” he said, looking up from between my spread thigh. His ginger beard was shiny with my pussy juice. “Get on your knees and give me a blow job, babe.”
Gav climbed off the bed as I crawled off and knelt before him. I looked up, making eye contact with him, opening my mouth wide. He had a tangle of ginger pubes and a short girthy cock. I kissed his bell end with my plump lips. I was gently licking the round tip. He forced himself inside my wet mouth.
Massaging his cock into my mouth with both hands felt good. I stared into Gav’s eyes, enjoying the pleasure on his face. I spat on his length and licked firmly up and down his shaft.
“Lie back on the bed,” he said, pulling me off his cock by my hair. He forced me back onto the bed with my head hanging off the edge. Holding my face, he thrust his cock down my throat while I hung off the edge. Groaning as he fucked my face, his balls slapping in my eyes. His hands stroked my breasts as I gagged and heaved.
I thought of the five hundred pounds, which was mine.
Over and over, he pounded down my throat as I choked. I’d not been professional long enough to know the tricks I wasn’t used to deep-throating. Especially not from this angle, and I was grateful Gav’s dick wasn’t longer. Trying to grab his wrists to support myself, spreading my legs, I got into it.
Gav was grunting repeatedly. The noise turned me on. I choked again as he pulled out of my face. I wiped the spit off my chin, gasping for air. I felt my hair yanking my head upwards again as he pushed me into the bed.
“Doggy, on your knees,” Gav panted as he threw me forward, facing the headboard. He pushed my face down into the pillow with one hand and pulled my hips upwards with the other. He was strong and could certainly throw a girl around a bedroom.
I suspected Gav picked up a lot of girls in bars. He was my first hotel pick-up, but I knew he wouldn’t be my last.
A wave of panic washed through me. I knew I shouldn’t let guys bareback me. I didn’t even know Gav. Still, I let my legs get forced apart as he lined his hips up behind mine. His heavy breathing filled the room. I was expecting him to push into my gaping cunt. I was horny for him now. He rubbed his hard cock around my arsehole, and I realised this was going to be a back door entrance.
Relaxing and breathing, I let myself go loose. I’d never had anal with a punter, but I always washed myself just in case. I’d had a lot of anal sex, so I pretended it was just my butt plug.
I was concentrating on enjoying the experience, focusing on the pleasure building inside me as a mechanical response to my arse hole being stretched. Gav grabbed a handful of my hair as he began to slide up my butt hole. I gasped as he popped up, yanking on my hair at the same time, his spit falling on my stretching hole.
“Let me grab some of those tits,” Gav said, as he stayed still. Letting my stretched anal fuck hole accommodate his bare dick. I lifted my chest, letting Gav’s hand slide under me. He pinched my left nipple hard. His cock was balls deep in my ass hole. His weight bared down on me.
The twitching and pulsing started in my clit, spreading around into my arse. I held back my orgasm, breathing deeply and relaxing. Sweat glistened on my forehead as I struggled to take him anally.
“Would you like it if I fucked you hard now?” he growled in my ear.
I nodded.
Gasping, I braced myself as he began to pound me from behind. Anally taking each stroke, I pushed back to absorb the force of his hard thrusts. My arse hole felt like it was going to split. I allowed the climax to flow through my body. Juicy liquid pumped from my pussy. Spreading down my thighs.
I screamed into the pillow, my butt hole contracting and relaxing around Gav’s hard dick. My thighs tingled with pleasure. Goosebumps spread all over my body as Gav slowed his stroke.
“Turn over. I’m going to breed you,” Gav snarled, ripping a handful of my blonde hair sideways. The pillow was the only one that heard my scream. He pulled out roughly, my wrecked arse turning inside out.
Gav climbed on top of me. He was yanking me onto my back by my hair. I held my stockinged thighs apart for him.
“Cum in me,” I gasped as my huge tits heaved up and down. My nipples still hardened from my anal orgasm. He didn’t need to be told twice. Roughly forcing his cock up my open-soaked gash, I felt him instantly throbbing me full of creamy cum. The wrongness of it turned me on. I had promised myself no bareback and no creampies.
Gav was panting and thrusting. I felt sick, realising I’d crossed another boundary. I’d said I wasn’t going to let any punter fuck me unprotected. Now, I was filled with this guy’s cream pie.
I was dripping Gav’s cum and my juice all over the sheets. As he pulled his cock out. I lay still. My arse hole felt gaping wide. We were both covered in sweat.
“Not many girls beg to get creampied. Fuck. How about you give me your phone number, babe, maybe we could hook up again,” he said, smiling at my used holes.
At that point, I was glad the salesman had stood me up. I loved these rough, older guys paying to fuck me.
Gav stared at my holes as I smiled at the £500 and thought about how my Christmas had just got a lot better.
~XXX~
I saw another three guys over the next two days. I paid my rent and went home to see my mum and dad for Christmas.
While I was there, enjoying presents and roast dinners, I realised I missed seeing punters. I’d taken a few dildos with me, but it wasn’t the same. I decided I liked being on the game and that I might do a lot more of it when I went back to my flat.
Lee was a distant memory. I was leaving him last year and thinking of the fantastic year I was going to have, selling my pussy by the hour.
I thought it would be a lot more exciting than the beauty salon.
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