The Life of a Prostitute

by Doris Joe

  She reached down and gripped me tightly and stroked me a few times. Then she let go and leaned further across the seat, aiming at me for a kiss. I noticed she had the Dorothy Hamill hairdo. I grabbed the back of her head with one hand and we locked in a wild kiss. She was going at me as her life depended on how much of my tongue she could suck out of my face. Tricia and Kelly went back to work on my throbbing cock.

  The lady was wearing a slinky wrap dress. Her tits were across the seat toward me. I reached into her dress and found a nice C-cup boob with a huge cherry-sized nipple. Years later, I saw a picture of Farrah Fawcett’s nipples. It made me think of this lady. She was moaning in my mouth as I rolled her nipple.

  Tricia was licking around my cock with her tongue inside her mouth. Kelly was feverishly licking and sucking my balls. The neighbor lady was acting as though she might cum just from our kissing. It was all just too much for me. Kelly felt my nuts tighten and sucked them even harder.

  I released the lady’s nipple and gently (at least at first) held Tricia’s head deep on my cock. Tricia had watched me cum before, had sucked my cock before, but had never caught my load in her mouth. I didn’t want her pulling off of me mid-orgasm. I was on another planet, taken there by the three of them. I started to cum and felt that it might never have ended. I pumped so much cum into Tricia that I was surprised it didn’t run out of her nose.

  I slowly released Tricia’s head. And then the neighbor lady. She quickly looked down at my cock. Tricia had swallowed the majority of my load but she had still slobbered a bunch onto my cock. The lady reached down and stroked my slippery cock. When she released me, Kelly engulfed my dick and sucked and licked my cock and my cum-tube until everything was empty and clean.

  I slumped back into my seat. The girls got into their seats. The lady slipped away back to her husband and I saw them whispering for quite a while. She glanced my way and I smiled back a couple of times.

  Before long, we were all enjoying the movie. I leaned over and kissed Tricia’s cheek. She whispered, “You almost fucking drowned me.”

  “Sorry, but it was your fault, not mine.” “Probably more of a group effort,” and then she pulled me in for a kiss. Yep, she tasted like cum. I slipped a hand under her shirt and felt her rock-hard nipples. My fingers started a march toward her twat. Tricia unbuttoned her tight shorts. It was a very pleasant surprise to find that she had kept her snatch shaved over the summer.

  I wasted no time in fingering Tricia to an orgasm. She pushed my mouth away from our kiss and gasped for air as she quietly orgasmed. Since we’d all cum, we spent the rest of the movie snickering at the corny stuff and lightly rubbing ourselves during the good stuff. Kelly told me that she loved the cocks – nice sizes and big loads. I loved the fact that there were no silicone tits poking an eye out. Getting toward the end of the movie, the husband leaned toward the lady and she sort of melted into his arm. From what I could see, I assumed he fingered her cunt and got her off. I didn’t have a clear view as I did of our neighbors, but it looked like plenty of other couples in the theater were engaged in varying degrees of physical contact also.

  By the time the movie finished, and we’d watched “Debbie” get fucked nicely, I was rock hard again. As the credits started to roll, Kelly and Tricia were up in a flash (as they had to pee) and dragged me along with them to the lobby. They disappeared to the women’s room and I found a piece of wall to stare at from close up, trying to hide my raging boner.

  “Decent movie, huh?”

  The first thought that went through my head was ‘why is anyone talking to me?’ I turned my head to look and figured that It was probably our “neighbor” whose wife had stroked my cock. “Yeah, it sure got the job done,” I replied. Seeing him up close, I realized that he was probably forty. I looked around and asked, “Where’s your wife?” It wasn’t too weird as I was pretty sure she had reported back what had gone on between us.

  “I think she’s probably the same place as your girlfriends.” Plural struck me odd at first, although I did like how it must have looked to him. Just then, a group of three giggling women appeared. Soon I was properly introduced to Libby and Carl. I’ll never understand what goes on in the women’s room that causes chicks to bond? Libby, Kelly, and Tricia announced that we all needed to go out for drinks. Then. Right then.

  I didn’t know the area for shit. Carl said, “There’s a seedy bar around the corner. It’ll be perfect.” With that, we headed out the door. Libby immediately locked onto my arm and snuggled in. I observed that her wrap dress was red and exposed a decent amount of her impressive cleavage. It was impossible to miss her huge nipples protruding through the material. Libby was tall and slender, except for her tits. While she was perhaps twice my age, there was something about her that just oozed sexiness, much like Kelly.

  Carl was a decent looking guy about six feet tall with dark hair and a sense of humor. He was exactly Kelly’s type. She and Tricia moved in front of Libby and me, and each latched onto one of Carl’s arms. Just as quickly, Libby’s hand dropped to my crotch. Libby felt for my still-hard cock, slipped her hand inside the waistband of my shorts, and gripped my dick. Quickly we were at a, yes indeed, a very seedy looking bar. There was a high-top table for six near the front door, close to a trashed out pool table. Everyone there was sitting at stools along the quite-long bar. They looked like both regulars and professionals. No one even turned to look at us.

  Carl insisted he buy the beer. He came back with two pitchers. He sat on one side of the table with Kelly and Tricia on either side of him. Libby and I were on the other side of the table, Libby across from Carl and Tricia across from me. Libby had continued stroking my cock while Carl was buying the beer.

  Pretty quickly the conversation reflected the fact that we were all still worked up from the movie. I couldn’t see Kelly's hands and assumed Carl’s cock was also being attended to. Carl asked everyone about their favorite scenes. Kelly jumped in first and graphically explained how the extreme close up from the first movie got her so wet that she had to rub one out. Libby moaned and squeezed my cock even harder. Carl agreed that was a pretty good scene. “Libby’s pussy was soaking wet as I fingered her through that one.”

  Soon Libby was bragging about me having had two sexy women sucking my cock at once. She also complimented me on my size, which I never thought was anything special. Even Tricia, who had been sucking down beers very quickly, jumped in and shared how I nearly drowned her because I came so much in her mouth.

  Libby turned in her stool toward me, spread her legs open, pulled my face to hers for a kiss and said, before we locked lips, “I need your cock in me.” I slipped my hand to her crotch and felt she was without panties. I found a furry bush that had a sopping wet slit in the middle. I had three fingers inside of her on the first assault.

  I opened one eye and peeked. Tricia and Kelly were kissing up Carl and his hands were all over their tits. Then I saw Kelly slip off the barstool to below the table. I peeked with the other eye. Everyone at the bar was in their own world, not ours. Libby stood up and quietly said, “Follow me.” We walked all along the long bar to the back of the room and then went down a set of stairs.

  The restrooms were in the basement. I followed Libby into the ladies' room. She leaned onto the sink, spread her feet and said, “Fuck me, college boy.” I lifted the bottom of her dress onto her back, exposing her slim butt and plunged my cock into her wet cunt. Hard to imagine, but her pussy was even wetter than Kelly’s. She had been running like a firehose. I fucked her hard and I fucked her fast. She moaned like she cared not one bit if anyone heard. A few minutes into it and she came. I fucked her through that orgasm and then fucked her to another one. She groaned loudly through them both. We had fucked for maybe ten minutes when she announced we had to finish.

  Don’t get me wrong. She was a great fuck. But I had drained everything I had a little over an hour earlier. Plus, she was so very, very wet it was hard to get traction. So, I pulled out and put a sopping
wet cock away in my shorts. I walked up the stairs behind her. Just as we got to the table, I was a rascal and tugged on the side tie of her dress, pulling it open and exposing her body to the table. She very casually, and very slowly, pulled her dress back together, letting all of us get a great look at her body in the process.

  We found out that Kelly had sucked Carl while Libby and I were gone. She had him on the brink, but he too had just cum and he couldn’t get his nuts to boil. Kelly offered to take him downstairs for a fuck. He asked for a bit more time to reload.

  We had a much more explicit conversation around the table. Libby told Carl every detail of our fuck in the ladies' room. I had figured out that those two loved getting to each other with their dirty talk. Carl responded by telling Libby what a great job the very young Kelly had done sucking his cock.

  Tricia and Kelly both took turns opening their shorts and standing next to Carl as he fingered their pussies. Carl was thrilled to have his fingers in two shaved little teenage twats. He was most graphic, telling Libby about Kelly sucking his cock as he had his finger in buried in Kelly’s snatch getting her off. Kelly was on fire and she joined in telling Libby about how much she enjoyed sucking Carl’s fat cock.

  The bartender had a television on at the far end of the bar and spent his time watching it unless someone rattled a glass at him. It was well after midnight and the people that were left at the bar were both loaded and getting louder. I got up and walked over to Tricia, who was standing next to Carl, even though it had been some time since his hand was on her pussy. Libby, Kelly, and Carl were deep into getting each other off with their dirty tales of sex with strangers. I could tell Tricia wasn’t really into going that deep.

  I pilled Tricia to the corner area between our table and the walls. I pushed her shorts off of her slim little butt and they dropped to the floor. “What the heck are you doing?” I pulled down my shorts and started to rub the tip of my cock down her ass-crack. “Are you fucking serious?” Carl, Libby, and Kelly turned to watch. Libby stood up on the other side of the table to watch. Tricia finally spread her feet apart. It was a bad angle for us until she put both feet on the footrests of adjacent bar stools. My cock was inside of her and we slowly fucked. After five minutes or so, Tricia dropped her head to the table and softly moaned as she came. She was so velvety smooth, tight like a nineteen-year-old, and felt like cock heaven. A few strokes later and I held her hips as I pumped my load into her sweet cunt.

  Tricia stayed still with her head lying on the table. I slowly pulled out and we all heard my load splat as it hit the floor. Libby scooted around to me, dropped to her knees and sucked my cock. She sucked me as I deflated. She used her tongue to play around with my frenulum and kept playing with me. She didn’t stop. I had my hand in her dress playing with her huge nipples. Ten minutes later and my cock was hard again.

  Libby was much taller than the other two. She was probably five-eight. She leaned on Carl’s shoulders and spread her legs with her ass aimed at me. I untied her dress and Carl slipped it off her shoulders. Carl, Kelly, and Tricia had her hidden from the folks at the bar, not that it was a necessity. I fucked her loose wet hole again.

  Libby was giving Carl the play-by-play. Clearly, having another man fuck his wife was one of their fantasies. I was on board! I felt the same way about Kelly. It was great watching her being fucked by a different cock. Sometimes it was even better just hearing the stories later.

  Libby was fucking me as a gift to Carl. She turned her body and leaned down onto a couple of bar stools. We were doing a standing-up doggy style. She wanted Carl to see my cock plunging in and out. Give me a stage and I’ll give you a show! I kind of turned my torso as I fucked her, showing Carl, Kelly, and Tricia as much as I could of Libby getting nailed.

  Carl reached down and started playing with her tits. “The college boy is fucking my cunt, Carl! He’s making my pussy cum! His cock is fucking amazing! Look at it, Carl! Your wife is fucking a college boy right in front of your face!”

  Wow! That was weird and kinky. And right up my alley. I nailed Libby’s cunt with all I had. Orgasms are all in the head, right? It must be because I soon felt that special feeling. I joined her: “She’s making me fucking cum, Carl. I’m keeping my cock in her cunt. I’m going to shoot my spunk into Libby’s cunt.” I jerked as a few drops of cum ejected from my cock. I was drained of my fluids but felt the experience. As a bonus, Libby came as I spasmed in her twat. I pulled out and saw Kelly had been jerking Carl’s cock under the table. Kelly knew herself. Her orgasms could be ear-shattering. She grabbed Carl by the dick and said, “Follow me.”

  Kelly shared later that when they got downstairs, Carl pulled her into the men’s room. Kelly slipped off her shorts and Carl lifted her into the air and held her up from behind her knees as he lowered her pussy onto his fat cock. He fucked her in the air for a while. Kelly loved that! Then he leaned her against a wall. Kelly pulled down her tube top and let him suck her nipples as he thrust inside of her. She said his fat cock hit all the right buttons and he fucked her to two orgasms before he came.

  Just as Carl was cumming inside her, some old drunk walked in on them. He stood and watched them for a minute then turned to pee. After he was done peeing, he asked Kelly if he would get his turn. Kelly let him drool at her body as she slowly got dressed and told him, “Maybe another time.”

  Realizing that the drunk was bound to say something once upstairs, Kelly and Carl suggested it was time for us to head out when they rejoined us. Hugs, kisses and fondles out on the sidewalk as we went separate ways to our cars.

  On Sunday morning Kelly and I slept late. We eventually got up and showered. Tricia also awoke and she shared the second half of Kelly’s shower. Kelly, Tricia and I had a three-way fuck in their living room before I had to head home. My favorite memory is of Tricia sitting on my face as Kelly sat on my cock.

  Years later when Kelly and I had a VCR, we rented “Debbie Does Dallas” regularly. It was our favorite porno. Sometimes I was by myself and I’d squirt a big load thinking about that night with Libby and Carl. Or, Kelly and I would each recount our version of the events at the movie house and the bar while we screwed.

  Sometimes Kelly would reenact a scene. She would masturbate for me with a candle before I’d fuck her on the living room floor. That New Year’s, Kelly and Tricia had sex with Tricia’s boyfriend in a sauna and Kelly told me that scene from the movie was in the back of her head that night. That movie caused both of us lots of orgasms over a long time!

  CHAPTER THREE

  Monday morning was business as usual. Kay came in in one of her business suits that didn't do much for her tight little figure. And she didn't mention anything that had happened just a couple of days earlier.

  Of course, I didn't expect her to walk in and say "So, that was a great BJ I gave you, right?"

  But I thought there might be something. A wink or playful allusion. Or maybe just a little bit of flirting. But there was nothing. My feelings weren't hurt. I'd had all weekend to think about what had happened and I didn't think it would lead anywhere. But I couldn't prevent myself from wanting more. She'd unveiled a side of her I never expected to exist. Sure, I'd fantasized about her. But I expected her to be somewhat prim and proper. I'd never imagined such an ability to arouse and tease. Or to be so dirty.

  It made me curious about her. And not just sexually. I had been impressed by her intelligence and wit all summer. And now I just wanted to know more about what made her tick. The workday passed like any other. Before long we were absorbed in our project. Work was enough of a distraction to keep me from thinking about her too much. But as people started to leave for the evening and the two of us were the only ones left, once again I found myself thinking about her.

  "Why don't we get out of here and get some dinner?" I said.

  "Sure," she responded. "I'm at a stopping point. I'd love to go home and eat."

  I paused.

  "Um... I meant together," I said. "Oh," she said. />
  We were both quiet for a minute.

  "Look, it's not that I don't like you..." she started.

  "Just not like that," I interrupted.

  "It's not that," she said quickly. "I'm just not in a place in life where I'm interested in a relationship. Certainly not with someone at work."

  "It's just dinner," I said. "That's all I was asking."

  "And you're not hoping it goes somewhere else?" Kay asked. "Be honest."

  I didn't speak for a minute.

  "You're right," I said. "I am. But it's not like you'll be working here for long."

  "I know," she answered. "But I'm still just not into dating. It's not you. It's just not something I want. I'm young. I'm in school. I don't want the extra obligation. I just want my freedom."

  "I understand," I said, dejectedly.

  "Don't take it like that," she said.

  "It's OK," I said.

  "You seem sad," she said.

  "Just a little bit," I answered. "No big deal."

  She came over and put her hand on my thigh. Then she reached for the top button on her suit coat.

  "How about another blow job?"

  I pushed her hand away.

  "No," I said. "That's not what I was going for." "I know," she said. "But still..."

  She slid her hand back up my leg. I pushed it away a second time.

  "It's OK," I said.

  "OK," she said. And then added, "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

  I dreaded Tuesday. I thought it would be awkward. Fortunately, Kay wasn't going to let that happen.

  "Let's get dinner after work today," she suggested. "I was being stupid yesterday for no reason."

  I quickly agreed. I thought the day might drag, but it actually moved quickly. We were slammed with work and concerned with our deadline. We stayed at work late again. And after that, the two of us went to dinner. She insisted on splitting the check.