by Freya Kane
“Don’t be nervous,” I cooed, pasting a smile on my face. “Not over little old me.”
Tucking the money safely in my pocket, I pulled a condom out of my bag and dropped down to my knees, unzipping James’ pants and pulling out his already erect cock.
“Do you want me to suck this?” I asked, rolling the condom onto his length. “I bet you’d love to slide right into this warm, wet mouth.” James nodded frantically and I wrapped my lips around the head, ignoring the sharp taste of the latex and started sucking.
It honestly wasn't very different than the Tinder hookups I’d had, and despite the fact that with the act of taking that cash and wrapping my lips around his dick I had just gone from “regular college graduate” to “prostitute,” I actually found myself getting wet.
James was moaning so loud already that I knew he’d be blowing his load in the condom before we got to the main event, and that certainly wasn’t the way to get a satisfied customer. I pushed him back on the bed and yanked my dress over my head, straddling his waist and sinking down on his cock.
And then I started to ride.
James didn’t last long once he was inside me. My fast, bouncing rhythm had him yelling his pleasure and spurting inside the condom after only a couple more minutes before I could even think about faking an orgasm for his ego.
But what man didn’t like a live action porno show?
I sat back on the bed while James tried to catch his breath and let my legs fall apart. "Do you see how wet your dick made me, James?" I purred, bringing my hand between my legs. I started rubbing my clit in quick circles, spreading my juices around. James was staring at me, his face slack with desire as his eyes gazed between my legs.
It only took a few moments of rubbing my sensitive clit before I was crying James’ name as I came. And twenty minutes later I was on my way back to my apartment, $200 richer.
I spent the rest of the day in a daze, waiting expectantly for the disgust with myself to come, but it never did. The next afternoon I quit my other jobs and started picking up tricks full time.
That was two years ago, and I'd been paying off my bills with my pussy since then. Of course, every trick wasn't a gentleman. I had my share of jerks or guys with dubious personal hygiene, but for the most part, I enjoyed myself. I loved sex and my easy schedule gave me enough time that I could actually enjoy college instead of running from class to one shitty job after another.
Of course, the one thing I hated was hiding my job from everyone I knew. My family and I had never been particularly close, but I had actually bonded a lot with one of my teachers.
I had taken a class with Mr. King my freshman year, and after class ended we struck up a friendship. He was on the younger side of most of the professors, and we had gotten close. Even so, it had taken him the better part of two years to get me to stop calling him Mr. King and refer to him by his first name – Aiden – and I still slipped up sometimes.
Aiden and I spoke on the phone at least once a week, and I was careful to keep my descriptions of my job vague, telling him that I had ended up with an entry level job that paid my bills and lying through my teeth about just how high my student loan bills were. I wasn’t ashamed, but I knew Aiden would be horrified at the idea of me selling my body so I kept quiet.
***
I had an outcall scheduled today, so I put on a hot pink bodycon dress that emphasized every curve and slipped my feet into a pair of shiny silver high-heels. A lot of girls spend money on sexy lingerie, but I always go commando under my dress and I’ve never met a guy that was unhappy to discover the only thing under my skirt is warm, wet skin.
I knocked on the door, my body already starting to get aroused in anticipation. I looked at my phone, about to double check the guy's name, so my head was down when the door opened. "Hi there baby, I'm your date for the-" My voice died in my throat as I looked up and saw myself face to face with Aiden.
“Aiden,” I stammered.
“Fiona.”
We both stared at each other, too shocked to do anything else. Finally, Aiden stepped aside and I followed him into the room.
As soon as the door shut Aiden rounded on me. “This is how you’re paying your loans?” he hissed. “If you needed money, why didn’t you ask?”
I scoffed. “You know I couldn’t do that. My grades were good, but not ‘full ride’ good.” My eyes narrowed. The look of surprise on Aiden’s face hadn’t been faked. Tossing my purse on the bed, I turned to face Aiden, my high heels putting us almost eye to eye.
"You didn't just stumble on my profile, did you? You were planning to order a girl and you picked one that looked just like me." Something like shame flickered in Aiden's face. "You never expected it to be me so you wanted to pretend."
Aiden nodded stiffly, just a quick dip of his head, and I had to bite back a moan. I'd wanted him since the first day I saw him in class. My best forays into masturbation had always been with his face in my mind. I’d spent way too many nights with my hand buried between my legs, muffling my moans into a pillow as I imagined Aiden’s cock sliding inside me.
And now it was right in front of me. Aiden wore nothing but a simple white t-shirt that clung to his muscular chest and a pair of loose running pants, the front already tented out with a visible erection.
I thought about the condoms in my bag but decided to ignore them. I wasn't taking any birth control, but for Aiden, I'd take the chance. I didn't want to risk breaking this spell between us, and in all honesty, I wanted to feel the heat of Aiden’s come pouring into my mouth and pussy.
Slowly, I dropped down to my knees in front of him, tugging his pants down to his knees. His erection sprang free, brushing my cheek. It looked delicious, long and thick with a perfect mushroom-shaped head at the tip and just a sprinkling of dark hair on his balls.
“Were you going to ask her to call you Mr. King while you fucked her?” I asked, my breath ghosting over his cock and making it jump.
“Yes,” Aiden ground out, his hands tangling in my hair as he guided my mouth down onto his cock. Obligingly, I opened wide and swallowed him down.
I usually didn’t have any issues with blowjobs, but it had been awhile since I’d had a cock as large as Aiden’s in my mouth. He hit the back of my throat and I coughed a bit before forcing my way past to take him down to the root. The thick, male musk of his scent filled my nose as the salty taste of his cock filled my mouth.
My lips were stretched around the thick girth of his cock, my bubblegum pink lipgloss smearing along his shaft. I looked upward, almost expecting Aiden to be looking away and trying to deny that his former student had his cock in her mouth.
Instead, Aiden was staring at me, his eyes taking in every movement as my head bobbed up and down, my throat finally relaxing enough to take all of him in. I moaned around his cock, the noise genuine and not the fake, overly loud moans I usually made to please my customers.
Between my legs, my pussy was wet and pulsing in anticipation. After years of fantasizing about Aiden and feeling so dirty and wrong every time, I finally knew that I wasn’t alone. Aiden wanted me enough to pay for the chance to fuck a girl that looked like me.
Aiden’s grip tightened in my hair, and the taste of salt in my mouth grew stronger. He was getting close, and as much as I loved the idea of feeling Aiden’s come pour over my tongue, there was something I wanted much more. I pulled back, lifting my mouth off his erection. It bobbed in front of my face, spit shiny and nearly purple with lust.
I stood up and slowly walked to the bed, peeling my dress over my head and dropping it on the floor and kicking off my shoes before turning back to face Aiden.
“We’ve both wanted this for a long time, Aiden,” I said, sitting on the edge of the bed and letting my thighs fall open carelessly.
Aiden hesitated, and I wasn’t surprised. Some part of me expected Aiden to protest taking this last step, that the blowjob could be written off as momentary insanity, but fucking me was something he just couldn�
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But I also knew if we left this hotel room without doing this we’d miss our chance, and we’d regret it for the rest of our lives.
Instead, I parted my thighs a bit more. “I know you want to do this, Aiden,” I said, my eyes never leaving his face as my hands dipped between my legs. “How many nights have you spent thinking about spreading my legs and sliding that big, hard cock into me?” I spread my folds apart, the pink flesh glistening with my arousal. “You see how wet I am, Aiden? You make me wet. You’ve always made me wet.”
Aiden’s hand had strayed to his cock, and he was idly stroking it while I spoke. His eyes bored into me, burning with want as they raked across my body.
"I do want you, Fiona," he said quietly, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it by his feet. "Since the first day you walked into class, I wanted you." He pushed his pants down and kicked off his shoes and socks. Naked, he stalked towards me, and now it was my turn to be breathless.
Aiden had always been an athletic guy. He had played football through high school and college, and as an adult, he was always spending his weekends hiking or playing in one local league or another. All that activity had sculpted his muscles into pure, masculine perfection.
His toned arms gave way to a strong chest and cut, six-pack abs, and below the perfect V of his waist was that huge cock, jutting upward proudly and just waiting to bury itself in me. Aiden’s hands wrapped around my waist and lifted me up before laying me down gently in the middle of the bed.
“I want to taste you,” he breathed into my ear. I shivered at the image of Aiden’s head between my legs. I wanted it too, but more than anything I needed his cock inside me.
“Later,” I whispered, pulling him down to kiss my mouth, my lips still bee-stung from his cock. “Now I just want you in me.”
“Protection?” Aiden asked, lifting his head to look for my bag.
“No,” I said firmly, pulling him back down on top of me. I could feel the head of his erection pressing against my core. “I always do with anyone else, but not this time. Not with you. I want to feel all of you inside me, Aiden.”
A full body shudder of pleasure went through Aiden at the realization that he was about to take me bare. The head of his cock rubbed against my opening, my juices soaking him already. Without asking again, Aiden pressed forward and I felt the tip of his cock breach me.
It took everything in me to keep from grabbing Aiden's ass and yanking him forward into me. Instead, he fucked his way into me with agonizing slowness, shallow thrusts filling me an inch at a time before backing off, never giving me everything that I wanted.
Feeling Aiden's bare cock inside me instead of the too-smooth feeling of the latex-sheathed erections I was used to feeling was incredible. I'd never had sex without using a condom before, and I knew I'd be addicted to this feeling, along with Aiden's warm weight on top of me.
“Please,” I begged, bucking my hips upward in a desperate attempt to get him to go deeper. “Please, Mr. King.”
His hips jerked when I called him Mr. King instead of Aiden and he sank into me deeper.
Oh yes.
“Mr. King!” I moaned, drawing out the word.
With a growl, Aiden slammed forward, burying himself fully inside my quaking pussy. I'd lost count of the number of men I'd slept with over the years, but I'd never felt this full before. Aiden's cock stretched me wide, and I knew I'd be feeling him with every step I took. But now, I just wanted him to give me everything I'd been lusting over for years and FUCK ME.
As if he could hear my unspoken desire, Aiden started pounding into me, the slow tease of earlier completely forgotten as he poured years of unspoken hunger into every thrust. His hand slipped under my ass, lifting me up, the change in angle letting him get even deeper inside me.
My nails clawed into Aiden’s shoulders, digging into the hard muscle as I tried to get enough leverage to thrust back against him. I could already feel the arousal that had been coiling inside me getting tighter and tighter, and I knew I was only a few thrusts away from coming.
“Fiona,” Aiden moaned, catching my lips in an unexpected kiss. “Sweet Fiona, you’re mine. Mine forever.”
I let out a wail as Aiden’s words pushed me over the edge and I came, tightening around his dick as my whole body trembled in ecstasy. Aiden only lasted a few more thrusts before he froze above me with another cry of my name.
I felt the rush of wet heat inside me as Aiden flooded my unprotected pussy with his seed, and I wondered if this one time would be enough to make me pregnant. If it had happened with a random trick, it would have been awful, but with Aiden? I couldn’t help wanting it just a little.
Aiden pulled out and rolled over beside me, staring silently at the off-white tiles of hotel room ceiling. “We can’t do this again,” he said, his voice flat as though he was trying to convince himself. “The girl I ordered wasn’t you. She was just someone who looked like you.”
I watched silently as Aiden got up and dressed quickly, his movements stiff. He reached into his wallet and pulled out a crumpled wad of bills and left them on the bedside table.
“For the college fund,” he said tightly, before walking out of the room and leaving me sprawled naked on the bed, his come still cooling between my thighs.
***
I called up Tracy the next day and told her I needed a few weeks off and those weeks turned into months before I even noticed. I blamed my absence on a family emergency and then an internship that was taking all my time. At first, the truth was I couldn’t even imagine letting another man touch me until I figured out what had happened with Aiden.
Did he really think it was a mistake? That I was a mistake he just needed to get out of his system before he could move on? I didn’t think so. I didn’t see how Aiden could touch me the way he did and have it not be real.
I spent far too many days jumping every time my phone rang. But as the days wore on, my hope started to fade. Two weeks had passed when I almost told Tracy to reactivate my listing. My bills weren’t going to go away just because I wanted to mope, after all.
But then I decided to take a pregnancy test, just in case.
Positive.
Staring up at me was a little blue plus sign. That one time without a condom and I was pregnant. I thought about calling Aiden, but the truth was if he wasn’t going to make the first move, I certainly wasn’t going to force myself on him.
The months flew by in an eyeblink. In my day to day life, I hid my growing belly behind baggy tops, and no one even seemed to notice. But my bank account was started to get far lower than I liked, and I knew I had tons of baby related expenses coming up, so I called up Tracy and gave her the details.
“Girl, if you quit just because you were pregnant, you made the wrong choice. TONS of people are turned on by pregnant women,” she gushed. “The big, round belly and huge tits. . . you can probably double your rate for the next few months. I have one guy who is always calling up asking if I have any pregnant girls. The last time I had one, he paid her $1,000 to nurse from her.” I tuned out Tracy’s excited chatter after confirming that I was fine with making appointments starting today.
A few hours later, I was headed back to the same hotel where I’d had my tryst with Aiden, a skimpy blue dress clinging to my curves and emphasizing my round belly. I paused outside the door, wondering what I was getting myself into.
Before I could even knock the door opened, and there was Aiden. He was barefoot and wearing nothing but a pair of worn jeans. His normally perfectly styled dark hair was messy and the stubble on his face was going beyond a five o’clock shadow and verging into hobo beard territory. Dark circles were under his warm brown eyes.
He looked like a wreck.
“Fiona,” he said, his voice sounding broken. His eyes widened comically as he took in my belly. “Come inside.”
I followed him into the room, flashing back to dropping to my knees in an identical room, changing our relationship forever when
I wrapped my lips around his cock. Even now, my body was responding to his presence, my nipples tightening and my pussy growing damp with want. I could see that the front of his jeans was already starting to look tighter than they had a moment ago.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his hand reaching out to touch my belly but stopping just before as though he wasn’t sure he was allowed. “It’s mine, isn’t it?”
“Of course it is,” I said, resolving myself to not let him off the hook too easily, even though all I wanted to do was rip off his jeans. “But you never called me. I wasn’t going to come to you begging for a handout.”