“That’s it, baby, cum on my cock,” snarled Damien as his hand closed around my throat. Choking, I gasped for air. Holding my knees up, as the orgasm pulsed outwards from my pussy. Goosebumps flared on my skin as I tingled with ecstasy. His big hard cock pounded in and out of my open wet hole.
The bed was smashing into the wall. I tried to hold my enormous boobs still as I took Damien’s rough pounding. His shaft began to throb in my gaping gash.
Deep inside, my tight inner ring responded to his hard thrusts. My pussy gripped Damien’s shaft like a vice. I grabbed his hips to hold his length inside me. My nipples hardened as pleasure rippled through my body. He grunted as he filled my gash with hot cum.
“I love it when you cum inside me, Damo,” I gasped. His cock slide out of my ruined cunt. He climbed off me and sat on the edge of the bed. I lay there and watched him as he wiped himself on a tissue.
“I know you do, my sexy lady. That’s why I always fill you with my cream. I need a quick shower before I go,” he said.
“Yes darling, go ahead,” I said, watching his butt as he walked out of my bedroom.
Damien had been a punter. I had stopped charging him by his sixth visit. I’m not going to lie; I was besotted with him since our first one-hour incall. I didn’t know whether he was my boyfriend or a just non-paying punter.
Electric after-shocks still shot out from my pussy, as I thought about the pounding I’d just taken. I heard the water splashing in the shower.
Slipping on the tiny red silk cami dress from the floor, I quickly checked my make-up in the mirror. The dress was too small for my 34DD breasts. My erect nipples showed through the thin fabric. I smoothed down my long blonde hair. The water stopped, and I lay back down on the bed.
“You are my best girl, you know that,” Damien said, drying his hair on a towel. He pulled his white t-shirt on. It was tight and his ripped body was visible.
“I know, I just wish we could be together more,” I said. “Sorry you can’t stay over, but I have a punter at 9 am tomorrow, so I need my beauty sleep,” I purred. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, his hands grabbing at my bottom.
“I want to hear about what he does to you, filthy girl. I do love it when you tell me about your work. I have been thinking about you and how we could get some money together for that bigger flat we need,” Damien said, his hands rubbing my slim waist, up my ribs, lingering on my breasts.
“What do you suggest, darling?” I said, rolling onto my side, allowing him to feel my large breasts as they fell out of my tight cami dress. He twisted my nipple playfully.
“You could go on tour, like we talked about.” He said, grinning at me.
A lot of girls went On Tour and made a lot of money. It would be a strange city and new punters. That’s risky. It would be big money though. At that stage, I’d only been escorting a few years. I had thought it before and told Damien that I wasn’t sure about it.
“It could be fun. I can help book in your clients. I could get away for a week and come with you,” he said, stroking my blonde curly hair.
“What would your wife say about that?” I laughed. He hardly stayed over at my place for a single night.
“I’ll tell my wife I have a business trip. I know a few guys in Manchester, I’ll get a hotel. We can make a lot of money, for us darling baby girl, and I can listen to all the guys fucking you,” he whispered in my ear, “you know what I like to hear.”
“Hmm, you like to hear me scream while I service my gentlemen,” I said stroking his cock through his boxers, “you’re tempting me.”
“You work hard for us for a few days and we will have enough for the flat, you should think about it,” he said.
“I’ll think about it. I have punters here to see though,” I said, even though I knew I could move my bookings around easily enough.
“I’ve got to get going now babe, I’ll try and nip in tomorrow afternoon if you don’t have a booking with a lucky guy, and you can tell me how good it felt being fucked by your 9 am punter,” he said as he pulled his joggers up, “and think about Manchester.”
—-XoX—-
Damien set it all up for me. We advertised that I was going On Tour in Manchester. A lot of guys messaged to book an incall to my hotel. Only a lucky few got a slot. Damien said he was very turned on by the thought of listening to me with the punters and hearing about how they used my holes.
I was so naïve in those days.
It was a rainy Saturday morning when we arrived in Manchester. Damien parked the car while I went to check in to the suite he’d booked for us.
Inside, the lobby was decorated in dark wood and red thick carpet. The place looked expensive. A huge chandelier hung over a table with leaflets about Manchester’s nightlife. I doubted I’d get time to go clubbing, and I’d be too sore from servicing gentlemen to dance anyway.
A few businessmen in suits with laptops sat around in a lounge area. Couples mingled around waiting for staff to take them to their rooms.
“Mr and Mrs Jones, we’ve got a booking for a suite,” I said, resting my 34DD breasts on the desk.
Most of the guys in the lobby were watching me as I leaned on the counter. The attention turned me on. My long blonde hair was tied in my bum. I had worn a little white fur shrug, tight grey leggings and a crop top to travel in. My boobs spilt out of the tight lycra top, and the edge of my nipples peeked out. I didn’t care, I liked the men trying to look without their wives noticing.
The concierge was a snobby-looking brunette girl, she gave me the keys and looked at me like I smelled bad. Hotel staff can spot a whore a mile away. I don’t know why that is the only part of the job where I feel a little self-conscious. They can sense I have hot spunk between my legs, and they know it’s from a paying punter. They probably just see a lot of working girls.
Our suite was on the top floor and was beautiful. Two bedrooms, a large foyer with a couch, a TV and a mini-bar of course. It was decorated in tasteful shades of cream and grey.
The smaller bedroom was for Damien, he said he could hear me servicing guys from in there. I was very excited. There were two clients booked in, on the first day.
My bedroom had a huge four-poster bed, a balcony with French doors and views over Manchester. It would look beautiful at night.
“Why don’t you get ready now babes,” Damien said. As he hauled the suitcases into our suite.
“It’s only 10 am, I don’t have anyone booked in till midday do I?” I asked. It didn’t take that long to wash my pussy, douche my ass hole and bang on a bit of make-up.
“Yes, but don’t you want to relax in lingerie so I can admire you,” he said with a cheeky grin on his face, “the first punter only wants a bit of pussy licking.”
I didn’t want to get sore on my first day.
“I’m just not used to seeing so many guys I haven’t even spoken to, I’m nervous about this,” I said, I started looking through my cases for some nice lingerie and a robe.
“Don’t worry, it’s all stuff you’ve done loads of times. There’s this one coming at 12. He wants oral, cum in your mouth, nothing too wild, he’s an older guy. The guy at 9 pm for three hours wants a hard fuck and anal. That’s not too much on your first day On Tour?” he said, smiling.
Damien sat on the bed and grabbed my hand to pull me close to him. The smell of his sweat from carrying the bags excited me. He smelt manly. His arms wrapped around my slim waist. I wasn’t sure if he liked me or not. He fucked me like a punter, but said he loved me. He said he was only married in name, to keep his family happy. I believed him.
“You are doing this for us, remember, to make some big money for a new flat for us to be together,” he whispered in my ear. Fingers tickled up to my breasts, sliding over the lace of my lycra crop top,
“Okay, let me get ready, then. I need to wash my pussy if it’s getting licked in fifty minutes.” I said, still feeling nervous inside.
Having sex with strangers is always exciting. Not knowing who was going to be behind the door always made my clit tingle. I usually climax with my clients, from the pure excitement of selling myself
Getting ready in some red lingerie made my clit start to tingle. I was nervous, I usually booked my clients. Knowing nothing about the guys coming to see me excited me, but made me nervous at the same time.
The small red lace cups of my bra could hardly contain my huge 34DD breasts. The matching sheer thong panties had lace rising gracefully between my ample butt cheeks. Posing in the mirror with my hands on my thin waist, I felt my nipples harden in anticipation.
Brushing my long blonde curls one last time, I checked my make-up one last time. My dark smoky eyes and long lashes still looked good. All my make-up was waterproof of course. Slipping on a pair of high red bottom patent black heels I felt like a high-class escort should.
Damien came fussing into my room fifteen minutes before the client was due to arrive. He was putting a case in my wardrobe, but he stopped as soon as he saw me.
“Wow, babes fucking hot. You look brilliant. The guy here he’s just messaged he’s in the car park. Quick let’s get a few pics before he comes up,” he said, gently pushing me toward the bed.
It was work time.
—-XoX—-
A rush of exhilaration shot through me as I opened the door.
“Hi, I’m Chris. Are you Jezebelle?” he said. He was a short older guy, about fifty-five, with a grey fuzz of hair on his head. He looked like a retired geography teacher. I tried not to show any reaction to his age. He was licking his lips in anticipation of my juicy holes.
“Hello darling, so nice to meet you,” I said, kissing his cheek as we walked into the foyer of my suite.
“You look stunning. Oh, my gosh. Your money,” he said, closing the door and awkwardly handing me a roll of notes, “I just want some pussy licking, nothing wild, everything we discussed in the message yesterday. I like to get that money part out of the way,”
“Thank you, Chris,” I said, kissing him on the cheek, which put my mind at ease. “Would you like a drink first Chris or is it straight into the bedroom?”
“Oh straight into the bedroom gorgeous,” Chris said, licking his lips frantically and eyeing me like prey.
Quickly stashing the money in the dresser drawer, we went into my bedroom. I turned back to Chris who was already stripping his polo shirt off. He was looking me up and down. Appreciating my voluptuous curves, and red lingerie set.
“Wow, you’re better than the pictures, like a real beauty queen,” Chris said, reaching out for my hand. “Give me a twirl, let me get a look at you.” He turned me round slowly, admiring my enormous breasts, my slim waist and wide hips. His hand ran up my side, as I turned back to face him.
He took me in his arms and we kissed passionately. I shut my eyes and tried to relax. Our tongues licking inside each other’s mouths. My arms were round his neck. I slipped my heels off. Pushing my breasts into his bare chest. His hands were grabbing my bum. He pulled my hips closer to him and I felt his erection through his trousers. It was rubbing between my legs, trying to find a way inside my wet slit through the fabric.
I concentrated on just enjoying the sensations rushing through my body, not thinking about what he looked like. Our tongues searched inside each other’s mouths. He tasted of minty chewing gum. His desire for me was electrifying.
My pussy was desperate for pleasure. To release the pressure building inside me. Gently, Chris pushed me away from him. He was old but horny. My body tingled with sexual energy. At that moment, our sexual energy was a perfect combination.
“Sit on my face gorgeous,” Chris said, lying down on the bed, holding out his freckles arms.
I straddled his face, my bum towards his chest. My soft, thick thighs pressed against his cheeks. I lowered my hole onto his mouth and felt his fingers yanking my red lace thong to the side. His tongue was licking at my clit with firm strokes. He gently eased my lips apart with his fingers as I held onto the headboard.
Quickly, Chris had my pussy gushing, his tongue felt so good. He licked at my clit with hard tongue strokes. My inner ring began to open. Ready for a big, hard cock to tunnel deep inside me. I doubted Chris had the equipment to pound me but I was so turned on it didn’t matter. His tongue was good enough to get me off.
As my pussy relaxed, I pulled the straps of my red bra off my shoulders. Exposing my nipples sticking out hard on top of my huge breasts. I rode his face as Chris’s tongue began edging towards my open ready hole.
My juice was pouring out. I threw my head back and gasped, soaking Chris’s chin. He pulled my lips wider open. Sinking his tongue deep inside. In and out, over and over again. He licked and pulled at my hole like a starving man getting his first meal.
“Turn round and 69 me, princess,” he spluttered underneath my hips.
I turned ’round, pressing my breasts into his stomach. Undoing his belt, I reached inside his pants. He was semi-hard as I began to slowly massage his foreskin back with my hand. There were wiry grey pubes around his balls. I licked his exposed bellend with my tongue to taste if he was clean. Thankfully, he was and I took his six-inch cock in my mouth.
I wanked Chris’s dick into my mouth to get him hard. I licked with my tongue up his shaft as he yanked my pussy lips apart. Very quickly, he became fully hard. He pinched my lips with his fingers. His nose was rubbing on my asshole as he pushed his face between my legs.
“Okay princess, lie down and open your legs. I want to look at your nice tight cunt and have a wank. If that’s okay,” he gasped. His northern accent sounded unfamiliar to me and I had to listen hard to what he was saying.
I lay down in the middle of the big bed. Bending my knees I let my plump thighs fall wide open.
“I’m spread for you,” I gasped.
Kneeling between my legs, Chris’s eyes were fixed on my open hole. He pulled my panties further to the side. The elastic dug into my thigh. His finger brushed my clit, sending electric shocks through my stomach.
As Chris jerked his dick, he was making grunting noises like a wild animal. He was staring between my legs. Reaching down, I spread my gash open for him. My arms pushed my boobs together on top of my chest.
“Oh yes, that’s it baby, wider for me, come on, good girl, big stretch,” he grunted, his face contorted as he pulled himself off between my legs.
Shutting my eyes, I allowed my hole to fully relax. I enjoyed the stretching feeling. Air gushed around my inner hole as I exposed everything to him. I felt Chris massaging my boob, tickling at my hard nipple.
“Oh my gosh, you’re gaping for me princess, yes, yes,” Chris panted, his whole body bouncing up and down.
Chris’s cock was getting closer to my hole, his hairy thighs rubbing on my smooth legs. I could feel the tip edging around my opening.
“Pull your knees up, babe, I wanna stick my dick in you,” he said as my juice leaked onto his dick. I opened my eyes and stared at him. He was sweaty, his cheeks flushed. “I’ll just cum on your tits or in your mouth at the end, promise.”
“I’ve got some condoms in my drawer,” I said, rolling over on the bed. Chris grabbed my thigh. I wanted him to fuck me.
“I’ll only be inside your pussy for a minute. Come on,” he said, holding my thighs open and lining his hips up to penetrate me with no protection. “I paid the extra for no Johnny. I just want to feel inside you with my dick.”
“Okay,” I managed to stutter. My whole body tensing.
Shutting my eyes, I felt his bare cock sliding inside me and it was too late. He held my hips firmly and began to thrust inside me. I lay there as he pumped inside. I couldn’t help it. Wetness flooded between my legs. It felt so good to have a cock inside me even if it was small and my body responded.
“Just don’t cum inside me, darling,” I said. I couldn’t believe I was being bare-backed by the first guy On Tour. This is what happens when you don’t carefully book clients. Relaxing my muscles, I was going with the feelings rushing up from my slit to my nipples.
“I promise,” he grunted. His cock wasn’t big, so I squeezed tightly with my pelvic muscles. Gripping him inside me.
Chris put his head between my huge breasts and pushed them together around his face. Squeezing them with both his hands, smothering his face.
I began to climax, my thighs tingled and warmth spread through my lower body. Grabbing a handful of his grey hair, I came in hard long throbs on his bare dick.
Suddenly, I felt him pull out. I hadn’t finished cumming. He forced a finger in my pussy to finish me off. He watched as my insides contracted and released. My clit and inner pink ring of flesh twitching.
“You love it don’t you, naughty girl,” he gasped as he squirted hot cum all over my stomach, snatch and thighs, “best slag I’ve had in a while. Wow.” I lay panting on the bed, still enjoying the tingling in my body.
“Can I get a pic of you, like this?” He asked
slapping my bottom and climbing off the bed, “I’ll send it to you, you look great covered in cream.”
“Yes, of course,” I said, smiling and propping myself up on my elbows.
“Oh my gosh, you are amazing,” Chris took a couple of pictures of my open gash, covered in cum, on his iPhone and fingered me again quickly.
“Right, I need to get cleaned up and get going sexy lady, although I’d love to stay all day,” he said.
“Yes darling, there’s an en suite just through the foyer, it’s such a shame we don’t have more time to enjoy ourselves together,” I said and pointed towards the doorway.
The shower turned on and the water was splashing as I wiped Chris’s jizz off my stomach and thighs. It hadn’t been so bad getting barebacked. I was so glad he hadn’t cum in me and my pussy wasn’t sore.
Checking myself in the mirror, I saw I still looked okay too. Little face touch-up, re-do my hair and I’d be ready for the next client at 2 pm.
Chris came back into the bedroom wrapped in a towel. He started getting dressed as I leaned on the dressing table watching him. A twitch between my legs stared again. I couldn’t believe that old guy had made me cum.
I still wanted more.
—XoX—-
After Chris left, I confronted Damien. He said he told me it would mainly be pussy licking. Not only pussy licking. I didn’t remember, but I calmed down after I counted the money. Chris had paid the extra. There was £350 in the little metal box I stashed it back in the dresser drawer in my room.
The money turned me on the most. Chris had paid £350 for an hour with me. I didn’t earn that kind of money at home seeing punters at that time time.
Damien promised to let me know more specifics of the bookings he’d made in the future. He reminded me we were there to make money for our flat together, so he agreed to the extra cash. It was the money that mattered.
“I think you enjoyed that guy’s bare cock in you,” Damien whispered in my ear. “if I licked your cunt now, I would taste him? Would I be able to tell how much you enjoyed it?”
He stood behind me, feeling my breasts and kissing my neck. His hands slid down my ribs to my stomach.
“We can fuck now, I have another punter remember,” I groaned as his finger slid inside my used hole.
“I have to wait in turn with the rest. I love it. I want to hear you scream with the next guy,” he said as he pressed his hard-on against my back.
In the shower, letting the water run over my body and washing the smell of hot sex off my body, I felt cleansed. Soap bubbles ran down over my sore nipples. The aching reminded me what a filthy whore I was. It turned me on. I made sure my pussy was washed clean of the last man and I was ready for the next guy to fuck me.
—-XoX—-
The gentlemen coming to see me, to pleasure me, to use me, really turned me on. Damien kept telling me how well I was doing for us and how good I looked, and how good I sounded being fucked by clients. It all felt amazing on that first day.
“Right, you need to be ready baby, last punter of the day. You are a star, my queen. This next guy is paying £850,” Damien said as he lay next to me on the bed in his room. I was naked and my legs were open, letting my used pussy relax. He stroked his finger up my ribs, tracing the creases underneath my heavy breasts.
“So remind me, what does this guy want to do?” I said, as Damien began to kiss my breasts.
I was feeling a bit apprehensive about a long session after seeing a guy during the day. Tiredness was starting to creep in. If he was paying that much, he expected all the extras.
“Three hours, anal, older guy. If you keep him happy, he will come and see you at home when he travels. He is loaded, remember that. You look after him right now, and tomorrow will be our day together baby,” Damien said, pulling me into his arms.
“Okay, I can handle him, but tomorrow I need to relax a little bit,” I said, untangling myself from his embrace.
—-XoX—-
Damien made me strong coffee to keep me going. He had changed the bed sheets and got a selection of my sex toys ready in the bedroom for the client to use on me. I appreciated his help. I dressed in a bright pink two-piece set and simple pink heels. I felt revitalised. Ready for my second cock of the day.
Damien stuck his head around the door.
“He’s just texted me he is in reception baby doll, get ready and remember he travels around the country and wants to meet up with you again if you get on this time,” Damien said, “you look amazing by the way.”
“Don’t worry, I know my way around a cock, darling,” I said, smiling at Damien.
“Good girl, I shall watch a few naughty movies in my room while you work. Maybe I will listen to you if he makes you scream. I’ll see you after, my princess.” He kissed me quickly on the cheek and vanished into his room.
The caffeine had awakened me. Desire started to tingle in my clit. Dressed in bright pink, I looked like a Barbie princess. My long blonde hair fell down my back, I touched up my make-up. Feeling like a queen, I was ready for the last guy. I looked gorgeous.
A loud knock at the door meant work time.
—-XoX—-
My 9 pm punter, Karl, stood in the foyer of my suite, his dark eyes darting around. He was tall with black, curly hair. An imposing character. Dressed in a navy jacket, t-shirt and jeans, he looked casual and clean. The smell of his expensive cologne filled my nose.
“Would you like a drink, Karl?” I asked, going to the minibar.
“Yes, I’ll have a coke if there’s one in there please,” he said. I tried to relax, but Karl seemed on edge. I passed him his drink, and he took a swig. He sat down on the edge of the sofa.
Reaching inside his pocket, he pulled out his bulging wallet. He got out a giant stack of notes. Peeling a few notes off, he passed me the rest.
“Thank you, darling,” I said, kissing his cheek. I put the money away and sat down with him on the sofa. That seemed to relax him a bit. The money part breaks the illusion but also breaks the ice.
“You’re stunning, like a doll. Just bend over the sofa I’m going to fuck you here first, if that’s ok” he said suddenly, in a strong Manchester accent, as he pulled his jacket off.
Obligingly, I bent over the arm of the sofa with my big butt cheeks in the air. Waves of excitement washed through me as I heard Karl’s belt buckle jangle behind me. He pulled my little pink panties down around my thighs, the elastic waistband cutting into my soft skin. The hairs on his legs brushed against my smooth thighs.
I didn’t even ask about a condom. Damien had told me to keep Karl happy. I trembled as the bare end of his cock started nudging at my wet pussy lips. A second unprotected fuck turned me on, but scared me, too.
I knew Damien would be listening to me servicing the client behind his bedroom door. I was going to scream for them both.
Karl rubbed his engorged bell end around both my holes from behind, wetness seeped out of my slit. Then he roughly stuck his cock straight into my pussy hole. My fingers gripped the arm of the sofa. I wasn’t ready for his size. He was big. He grunted as he pushed further up inside me.
“Open your legs more, a lot of sluts struggle to handle my size,” he growled as he pulled my thighs further apart. The pantie elastic was around my legs, holding them together as his cock stretched me open.
Gasping, I tried to adjust my position to accept his whole length in my pussy. I felt his pelvis grind next to mine. He was balls deep in me. I let out a scream, as he gaped me open. The wide stretching began to make me gush. His meaty cock spreading my cunt.
I thought of Damien listening to me squeal on a punter’s cock in the next room.
I expected Karl to bang me hard, but he just stayed inside me. Allowing my pussy to accommodate his size. Reaching underneath me, he rubbed my clit roughly with his finger. It felt so good; I groaned as my pussy stretched around his size and my clit pulsed.
“Your face looks like an angel, but your cunt feels like you’ve whored all day,” he whispered in my ear.
Suddenly, he pulled his dick out of my soaked gash. I squealed as my slit turned inside out on his big pole. I groaned and collapsed forward as the pressure inside me released.
“Let’s go to the bedroom. I will show you all of my tricks,” he said. He was naked from the waist down.
We couldn’t keep our hands off each other as soon as we got into the bedroom. Grabbing me round the waist, Karl kissed me hard on the mouth. He tasted of cigarettes and sweet cola. Hard, rough stubble scratched my soft plump lips.
Karl’s erection was sticking into my thighs, thick and long.
“I’m so hot for you Jezebelle,” he whispered, nibbling my neck. Goosebumps flared across my skin as he pushed me onto the bed. “No, I want you doggy style again, on your knees for me, please.”
He ripped my panties off. The anticipation of taking his big dick inside me again sent electric shocks to my nipples, hardening them instantly. Juice leaked out of my cleft onto my thighs as his big hands pushed my face into the pillow. I arched my back pressing my breasts into the sheets and spread my legs, he yanked them wider open.
I braced myself for a pounding. He ploughed into me hard, releasing my creamy pussy juices all over his big hard dick. I screamed into the pillow, feeling like I was being split in half.
“Keep your arse in the air, good girl,” Karl said, holding my hips up with one hand and pushing my shoulders down into the bed with the other. His weight was bearing down on me. Slamming his huge cock into my juicy cunt over and over again from behind. Wetness sprayed out of my gash all over the sheet between my legs.
Karl’s thumb slides up my arse. He yanked upwards and his cock stretched me. I yelled into the pillow, feeling like I was splitting inside.
“You’re so wet for me. Do you love my big cock like all my other sluts do?” he snarled as he pushed my hips down onto the bed. His thumb was pulling my arsehole open in circular motions. “Turn over, show me your tits.”
I rolled over and spread my legs, panting. Karl ripped off my bra exposing my hard nipples. Cupping my 34DD breasts in his hands, he squeezed his fingers into my flesh.
“Just sensational, the best I’ve seen. Your body is amazing,” he groaned.
I reached down and began to stroke his cock. Roughly, Karl’s fingers plunged between my legs and inside my gash. He pounded my G Spot and a huge squirt start to build inside my pussy.
“Come on, squirt slut,” Karl said. My fingers could just about close around his hard-on. I wanked his length as his fingers worked my G Spot.
I shrieked as my pussy began spraying liquid out onto his arm. Soaking his black curly chest hair. He kept pumping the clear liquid out of my cunt.
Pulling my knees higher with my hands as the tingle in my clit spread round to my hole. Shudders deep inside me made my whole body tremble. Pulses of pleasure rippled from my pussy, through my thighs and buttocks as my slit erupted. The sheet under me was soaked. All I could lie there and howl in the wet patch. The hot liquid was splashing on my thighs and tummy.
Feeling Karl’s hard cock throb in my hand, I watched his thick, hot cum pump out all over my hand. I used it as lube, rubbing his cum all over his dick and balls. His eyes rolled back in his head as his fingers stopped moving inside me.
I lay quivering on the bed as my orgasm subsided, watching him. Twitches in my pussy and tingles in my nipples shuddered through me.
I sat up and leaned forward, my eyes locked onto Karl’s as he gripped my neck and pushed my head down to his crotch.
I took him in my mouth, I licked all the cum off Karl’s hard cock. He was still rock hard. The salty jizz was all over my lips, I licked it all off till he was clean.
“I love a girl that squirts. That’s some of the best pussy I’ve had in a while,” said Karl. His balls pumped the last bit of jizz out into my mouth, it dribbled down my chin as his cock pulsed up and down.
“You’ve got a great set of equipment,” I gasped, out of breath.
“How about we try out some of these toys next? I haven’t fucked your tight arsehole yet, I like to cum a lot, no cum limit, that’s what we agreed, and I’m just getting warmed up,” he said.
As he stood up, I saw he was still rock hard. I guessed he’d taken something, like Viagra, to keep him hard for the whole three hours. Thoughts ran through my head of his girthy cock roughly, anally abusing me next. I started to sweat.
Karl strutted across the bedroom and picked up a huge black butt plug and the tube of lube Damien had put on the dresser.
I noticed how good-looking he was, with a muscular, hard hairy body, and dark curly hair. He was also turning out to be a fantastic client. I just wanted his cock up me again.
“Open your legs wide. Let’s get your arse loosened up for my big cock,” he said.
Doing as I was told, I lay down on my back. Legs splayed wide, and I pulled my knees high exposing my tight ass hole to him. My body was shaking with passion. I tried to steady my breathing as I felt Karl force the enormous buttplug sinking into my tight asshole. The pointed tip slid in easily, but the bulbous huge middle took my breath. Karl forced it up on me.
“Good slut,” he growled. My fingers gripped the sheets pulling the Egyptian cotton up off the bed. He rubbed a bit more lube around my gaping hole to help ease in the giant toy.
I grimaced, then screamed as the huge butt plug vanished inside my orifice. Once it was inside, it felt good. So good. My muscles grip it inside at the base. Karl grabbed my ankles and I felt his cock nudging at my wet pussy lips.
“Yes, fuck me with that big dick, Daddy,” I yelled. Karl plunged into my slit and I screamed at the enormous stretching in both my holes.
Karl’s dick was rubbing on the butt plug through the thin wall of tissue separating my pussy and ass hole. As he began thrusting a climax erupted in both my holes at the same time. He pulled my hair hard, yanking my head back on the pillow.
“That’s it scream for me,” he snarled in my face.
Gripping my jaw with his big hand, he spat in my mouth. His fingers traced down my neck and over my breasts, tickling my erect nipples. My whole body rippled with the orgasm radiating out from my filled pussy and ass. He gripped my hips and pounded my pussy hard. Ramming into me over and over again. The mattress was banging up and down on the frame.
As his strokes slowed down, I knew he was about to fill me with his cream. I opened my legs as wide as I could and allowed his balls to empty again deep inside me.
“Ah yes, let me fill up your cunt with cum,” he groaned. His huge cock throbbed inside me. His fingertips pinched at my nipples as the last drops pulsed inside me.
“That was amazing,” I managed to pant.
“Let me get this butt plug out of you,” he said, smiling, gently easing out the huge toy. I lay back on the bed, letting my thighs fall open. I relaxed and the toy popped out of my bum.
He lay down next to me and we French kissed passionately again, lying holding each other, his cum dribbled out between my legs. I felt him getting hard again as he rubbed my big boobs.
“Can I fuck you in the arse? Gently, I promise, you’re ready. I can feel it,” he groaned. “Roll on your side.”
I wanted his huge cock up my arse. I turned over with my back to him. Karl lubed his dick, lifting my butt cheek and spreading my asshole. I felt his round bell end pushing at my rear entrance. He held my shoulders and started forcing his length up my ass.
I was grimacing, and breathing through the stinging, splitting sensation, as he pushed up me. I arched my back and he popped inside me.
It felt amazing. He began to pull out slightly. Then, gripping my huge tits, his pounding started. I was screaming as he pummelled my ass.
I felt my pussy and arsehole contracting as a huge orgasm spread out from my pelvis. I felt Karl’s cum blasting up me as he throbbed in me for the third time.
“Fuck yes baby yes,” Karl shouted as he unloaded, for the third and final time, in my ass.
The whole room smelled like hot sex and Karl’s expensive cologne. He stood up and picked up the box of tissues from the bedside table.
“I’d like us to shower together now if that’s okay?” Karl asked. That was fine by me. I got off the bed and slipped my high heels off.
The hot water running over our bodies felt so good. Karl rubbed soap all over my willing body. Exploring my curves.
“Let’s get back in bed, and we can finish off,” he said, “I just want to hold your amazing body for a bit longer. Maybe we can meet up again in London?”
“I would love that darling, yes, next time,” I said as we went back to bed.
Watching Karl run his hands through his curly hair, I thought I could get used to him as a client. He looked hot for an older guy. There was something mysterious about him I liked.
I drifted off and Karl must have left.
“Let me slip inside you, you’re wet” Damien whispered as I woke up in my bed the next morning, “I heard you screaming with the guy last night. I can’t stop thinking about what a filthy slut you are.”
I opened my legs, and he climbed on top of me.
—XoX—
Manchester was so busy, a week of non-stop dick.
We were going home the next morning. I’d had an amazing time with a lot of absolutely lovely guys. I felt full of confidence. Now I knew I could handle the amount of new punters On Tour I was thinking of somewhere to go next.
My pussy was sore, reminding me what a filthy slut I was. I sat on the edge of the sofa counting the cash again. Damien was packing up our stuff ready to go in the morning. There were nearly two grands stuffed in the metal box.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Karl and his big hard cock. He’d said he was coming to see me in London and texted me a few times.
“Why don’t we go and get in bed and you can tell me about your favourite cock from Manchester again,” Damien said, grabbing my waist.
I put the metal box back in the drawer on the way to the bedroom.
Damien and I had enough for our flat. I was so happy.
At about 3 am that morning I woke up, I thought I heard a noise or something. I went out into the foyer and instantly I noticed Damien’s bags were gone.
Maybe he couldn’t sleep and was loading the car.
There was a note on the sofa.
My heart raced. I felt sick. I had a rush of adrenaline as I just knew what the note said.
Sorry, love Damien x
I rushed to the drawer, and my metal box was gone.
That cock sucking low life Damien had whored me out and stole my cash. I cried till the morning. Laying on the floor my gash was used for nothing.
Karl texted me in the morning to wish me a safe journey home. I rang him and told him what had happened and he arranged a car to take me back to London. He said he’d come down the following week.
I found out Damien, and his wife had moved. I hope she enjoyed living in a house my pussy and arse hole had paid for, with a cheating low-life thief.
Karl and I had many more steamy meets over the next few years. He visited roughly once a month and we developed a deep sexual connection. I would always be glad I went On Tour in Manchester and met him.
I never saw Damien again.
I never let a punter stop paying again.
