by Dille, K.
“Like what you see?”
“You know I always do,” he replied.
“I changed before coming over,” she explained. As usual by now, she took him back into the bedroom and began to shed her clothing.
“I want a full blow job today,” he said. Halfway through shedding her bra, Lara paused. She looked at him with small grin.
“Oh really?” He nodded.
“Yep. I've got all one fifty.”
“Oh, so it's a blow job and then sex?”
“Mmmhmm.”
Lara seemed to consider this for a moment, and then shrugged. She finished taking off her bra and then got down on her knees, still in the gym shorts. For a reason he couldn't put his finger on, they looked incredibly attractive on her. Mark sat down on the bed and let her pull him out of his pants, already he was hard for her.
He felt that same groan escape his throat as her tongue flicked out and slid along the base of his penis, leaving a trail of hot, wet saliva. Instead of taking him into her mouth right then like she always did in the brief head sessions always preceding sex, she grasped his length and began licking the tip. He let out an involuntary gasp and found his body squirming. He had to grip the edge of the mattress to steady himself. Lara smiled and seemed to enjoy the reaction. After a few more seconds of this, she took him into her mouth and began rapidly bobbing her head.
He put his hands on either side of her head and began thrusting into her mouth. She took his full length into the back of her throat and continued sucking. Periodically, he would feel her tongue pass against his head, causing him to gasp and twitch. After a few moments of this, he glanced down to see her face, expecting to see her eyes closed, focused on her work. Instead, she was looking up at him, and they locked eyes.
From then on until the end, he continued staring at her eyes. There was something intensely intimate about the eye contact that made him finish much quicker than he'd planned. The way she just stared up at him, not in malice or hatred, but...something. He couldn't read her gaze, all he knew was that it was intense.
He came then, shooting his hot, full load into her mouth, and whispered, harshly,
“Swallow it.”
She did. She sucked him dry and swallowed everything that he had to offer. She took him out of her mouth when he was finished. Lara sat there for a moment, still looking up at him, and then stood and walked out of the room. Mark collapsed back onto his bed, breathing heavily, spent. It was a well spent fifty.
He heard water running a moment later, followed by gargling and spitting. Lara soon reappeared. She noted his inquisitive stare.
“It's nothing personal,” she said, picking up her shirt.
“I know...could you leave it off?” he asked when she began to put the shirt back on. She paused for a moment, then shrugged and let it drop.
“So, we've got two hours and forty five minutes to kill,” she said, checking her cellphone. Mark stood up. He put himself away and led her out of the room.
“Want to watch TV, or a movie?” Lara seemed to consider this for a moment, looking apprehensive and hesitant, then finally nodded.
“Yeah, sure. Show me what you got.” He led her to the living room and pointed her to his movie collection, which took up most of a bookshelf. She began looking through the DVDs and noted that she hadn't seen many of them. He finally pulled out a stupid horror movie that he'd grown fond of, in all of its bad acting and cheesy, gory splendor, and insisted it was a funny watch. When she agreed, he put it in and then went to grab his laptop.
“Hungry?” he asked. Lara seemed struck by the question, as if wondering about her state of hunger should never have crossed his mind, then told him that she was, in fact, very hungry.
“I didn't get a break today,” she said. He nodded.
“Pizza sound good?”
“Yes, actually. I love pizza. My favorite kind is pepperoni.”
“Awesome. Me too.”
Mark ordered a large pizza and some soda online, then began to watch the movie with her. They sat on the couch and he put an arm around her bare shoulders. She hesitated at first, then leaned into him, and for half an hour it felt like she could actually be his girlfriend. It felt like he wasn't paying her for sex, and she wasn't only here for the money.
It only lasted half an hour, though, because that's how long he made it before he couldn't stop staring at her breasts, gently rising and falling as she breathed, and felt the lust consume him. Without really saying anything but her name, he kissed her when she looked over. He began kissing her, making out with her, and she got the message.
She barely managed to get her gym shorts down around her ankles before he had himself out and ready to go. She spread her legs as much as she could, finally getting one foot loose and putting in on the floor. He shoved himself into her and began thrusting furiously. She cried out and gripped his back. What had just barely begun to fade into routine was quickly reignited as burning passion. They'd never fucked anywhere but the bed, and then it had always been planned. He knew ahead of time she was coming.
This time, he'd planned on fucking her after the movie and the pizza. But he couldn't contain himself. He kissed her passionately and held her close while he fucked her. She gasped and clawed at his back, which only ignited him further. He rammed himself deep into her, making her cry out and struggled to keep her balance on the couch. He finished right about the time the pizza guy showed up. Lara hurried off into the bathroom while Mark put himself away, then headed for the door.
He'd paid with his debit card, but tipped the pizza guy a pair of twenties, for which the guy, who was maybe a year or two older than Mark, thanked him profusely. Mark accepted the pizza and the sodas and the praise, then shut the door and put it all on the counter. When Lara came back, she was still topless, but had her gym shorts pulled back up.
“Do you mind if I put my shirt on now?” she asked. “I don't want to spill anything on my bare skin.”
“Not a problem but...” Lara paused, halfway turning to go back to his room. She turned back.
“Yes?”
“Could you wear one of my t-shirts?” Lara seemed briefly confused by this, but finally shrugged and nodded. While he put the pizza on plates and poured the soda into cups, she eventually came back out in one of his baggy, black t-shirts. For some reason, it struck him as very attractive. He found himself enticed by the thought that she was wearing his clothes, but couldn't exactly figure out why.
He served the food and brought the movie back to where it had been before he'd lost himself inside of her. They watched and ate and when they were finished eating, went back to cuddling, this time under a large blanket. When the movie was over, Mark was surprised to find that he had another hour left.
“Well...now what?” he asked.
“Feeling up to spending another hundred?” she asked with a dark grin on her face. How could he say no to something like that? He just nodded and they hurried back to the bedroom.
Chapter Five
Lara checked her watch. She'd gotten off late and by this point, she and Mark had a routine. Already, she was very worried. All the signs were pointing to the fact that she was hanging out with Mark more than for his money.
She'd been getting steadier hours lately. He had her wearing his clothes, laughing at stupid movies and having dinner with him. And she wasn't making him pay any extra. She knew she should. She knew she needed to become colder. To make him back off. To leave right away after the sex was done and not stick around. And not cuddle with him. Not kiss him on the lips. Not laugh at his jokes. Not wear his clothes or smile when she saw him or feeling anything more than contempt or numbness towards him.
Only it wasn't that simple.
Because, if anything, Jim was become more and more distant. She didn't even have to lie to him anymore, because he never bothered asking her where she was. He was spending more time out of the house, hanging out with his friends. And it disturbed Lara to find out how little that bothered her. And how much she was l
ooking forward to spending time with Mark.
Lara tried to quell the voices in her head as she tried to finish the cigarette before pulling into the parking lot of Mark's apartment complex.
...
Today, Mark found that he had another special request. It was something he'd seen in a lot of porn videos and something he really wanted to try himself. When she took him back into the bedroom again, he told her,
“I want another full BJ, only this time, I want to finish on your face,” he said. Lara looked at him, and something like amusement flickered across her features. Finally, she nodded. Mark was surprised that she didn't say it was going to cost extra. Even a week ago it would have, he was certain of it. She took off all of her clothes this time, and put them in a pile across the room. Then she came back, knelt and got to work.
She did good, better than last time, as far as Mark was concerned. But maybe that was because this time, they kept eye contact the entire time. When he came, he barely managed to let her know with a gasped,
“Now!”
And she immediately pulled him out, gripped him and began to slide her hand rapidly up and down the length of him, just like he'd seen in a hundred thousand porns. He moaned loudly, almost hunching over, as he began letting off. He made a big mess on her beautiful, pale face. On her lips and cheeks and nose, squirting his seed out in brief bursts. When he was finished, she sat there, smiling up at him, her face half covered.
“Satisfied?” she asked.
Mark nodded weakly, shaky from the experience, and then stared at her ass when she stood and walked out of the bedroom. She came back into the room a few moments later, her face as clean as before he'd let off. Since the had almost another two hours, Mark had her climb into bed with him. He took off his clothes and they laid naked together in the cool, dim light of his room. For a while, neither said anything.
“Do you hate me?” Mark asked, shattering the silence. Lara didn't answer all at once, she was silent for a few moments, as if considering the question. Finally, she replied.
“I don't think I do.” Mark didn't say anything, letting her continue. “I think I did at first. Or...I think I knew that I should hate you, for...propositioning me, the way you did. For taking advantage of me in my time of need. But honestly? Well, honestly, I was kind of flattered that you'd go out of your way to ask me for paid sex. I mean, believe it or not, I knew you had a crush on me. Do not think I didn't notice every time you were staring at my ass. There are a lot of things that reflect at the station, Mark.” He felt his cheeks flush and she laughed.
“That's one thing I like about you. You're so...innocent. Even after all the fucking we've done. And that's another thing I really like about you...you're so excited about the sex. I mean, it's really obvious that you're completely into it. You have this really simple, blatant fashion with me. You get so excited and so totally into it every time we fuck,” Lara explained.
“That's really true,” he replied. “I...it's just so good. It's so much better than I thought it would be, even still.”
“You thought I would suck at sex?” Lara asked, rolling to face him.
“No! No, not that. It's just...I know a lot of people hype sex to be like the best thing ever, and I've heard a lot of stories about how disappointing their first time is. I don't know, maybe it's because you're more experienced that it didn't suck. But...whatever the reason, Lara, you are an amazing lay,” he replied.
Lara laughed then, and, as usual, he found that he loved the sound. She settled back into his embrace and again, he thought that this felt so...natural. As if they were really lovers, boyfriend and girlfriend, and not just prostitute and john. He felt himself growing hard again and slipped a hand over her chest, cupping one of her breasts.
“Ready for more?” she asked.
“Always,” he replied.
It was that day that they tried a new position. Or, at least, new to Mark. They made out briefly, and she slid down and briefly bobbed her head on his dick before coming back up. He asked her to be on top, and she did as he asked. While he laid on his back, she straddled him and slid perfect, tight pussy herself down the length of him. He arched his back, briefly thrusting up into her, causing her to groan loudly.
While she began bouncing on him, at first, he couldn't stop staring at her breasts. The way they bounced and jiggled were almost hypnotic. And then he found his gaze drifted lower, watching her vagina enveloped and release him, over and over again. He was groping her hips, squeezing their smooth, sweat-slicked perfection.
“You like watching it, baby?” she asked, her voice wreathed with pleasure.
“Yes,” he gasped. “God, so much,” he moaned, pushing forcibly into her.
Lara threw her head back briefly with a loud cry, losing herself in the sex. When she looked back down, she caught his eyes, and he didn't look away the rest of their session. Mark began thrusting up into her with as much force as he could muster, causing her to moan and beg desperately for more. He kept going as quickly as he could, and she seemed to be crying out more than usual, her voice laden with genuine pleasure.
And then, sometime unexpected happened. As he kept pressing himself deeper and harder into her, he felt her vagina spasm and grow much, much warmer. Almost hot. Lara's eyes widened and suddenly she collapsed forward briefly. With one hand she held herself up, then cupped the other over her mouth as she began really crying out. Mark wasn't sure what the hell was going on, and was about to ask, when he felt warm liquid began coursing over his inner thighs.
“Are you-”
“Finish!” she demanded. “Fucking cum in my pussy!” she moaned. It wasn't difficult. When he'd finished, barely in time apparently, Lara sagged down onto him, and then rolled off.
“What the hell was that about?” Something flickered through his mind. “Did you-did I make you-” Lara nodded weakly.
“You just made me orgasm,” she admitted softly. Mark blinked. He honestly hadn't expected that.
“I...didn't think I was that good,” he said finally. Lara, managing to get some control over herself, shrugged and said,
“Luck of the draw.” Mark didn't know how to respond to that. Suddenly, Lara sat bolt upright.
“Fuck,” she snapped.
“What?”
“I'm going to have to take a shower now...ah, oh well,” she said, falling back down onto the bed. “My hair dries quick enough. Should be dry by the time I get home.”
“Can I shower with you?” Mark asked. She shrugged again.
“It's your apartment.”
They laid in the bed a few moments longer, then got up and made for the bathroom. Mark turned the water on, bringing it up to tolerably hot, and then got in. Lara came in after him. Almost without thinking, while Lara stood beneath the showerhead, drenching herself in warm, clear liquid, Mark took a bar of soap and lathered it up. He began to run it over her body. She seemed startled at first, as her eyes had been closed, then she closed them once more and a small smile appeared on her face.
She turned around and let Mark run the soap over her back, her ass and her inner thighs. He did so, quite happy, but also somewhat uncertainly. Something was bugging him.
“Lara...do you fake it?” he asked. Like all the awkward questions he asked her, this one came out without him really thinking about it, as if the thought had tumbled out of his mouth. She was silent for a few seconds before she turned around and faced him.
“I did...at first,” she replied. “But, as we kept going, I found that I didn't have to fake it. You filled me up pretty nice, and, you're not bad at sex, Mark. You're actually picking it up pretty well, but that makes sense, since it's what we're programmed to do,” she explained. He nodded, and then, unexpectedly even to him, maybe especially to him, he leaned forward and kissed her. He pulled back, then wrapped his arms around her pale, wet body and kissed her again. Before long, he had her turned around, bent over and was spending another hundred.
Fucking in the shower had been some
thing he'd fantasized about often. It was another thing to check off his list of fantasies. He slid into her from behind, running his hands over her well-padded, smooth white ass before reaching forward and sliding his hands up her stomach to cup her warm, wet breasts.
Contrary to what he thought, he didn't last long. Sliding in and out of her, listening to the wet slap his hips made against her ass...he made a mess inside of her and by the time they stepped out of the shower and began drying off, they were both shaky legged. Eventually, they were both fully clothed and relaxing in the A/C on the sofa, watching TV.
“Lara...will your boyfriend like...notice? I mean, I fucked you twice, pretty hardcore, at least I think so. Don't women get...I don't know, looser, at least for a bit?”
Lara pursed her lips the same way she had the handful of times Mark had asked about her boyfriend. He was beginning to wonder if there wasn't something more than just money that had her taking his dick at least once a day now.
“He won't notice,” she said finally. Mark kept watching her, expecting her to say more, for several seconds. She was staring at the TV, obviously upset. He began to let it go, when she suddenly sighed and looked right at him.
“Jim hasn't fucked me for six months,” she said in such a low voice and so fast that he hardly caught it.
“Really?!”
“Yes,” she replied glumly, looking away again. “He...aw, fuck, he's great. He takes care of the house and me and he's nice enough but...goddammit, after five years...and it's not as if I've been any big help on that department either. I haven't asked for a long time. It's just...half a decade is a really long time to be with just one person, Mark.” It occurred to Mark, right then, that Lara was trying to convince him that what she was doing wasn't wrong. And herself, too.
“Why didn't you...I don't know, break up with him? Leave him?” he asked finally. She turned to face him, her eyes alight with fire.
“That's just it! I've got no good reason to!” she cried. “I'd be leaving him...why? Because I'm bored?! What kind of shit person would I be if I did that?! No...I've got something good going on. We've got a nice place together and we're happy and we just fell behind on bills and I went and did this and....well, so what if I'm bored out of my fucking mind and maybe lonely sometimes, or maybe all the time, even when he's at home...” she trailed off.