The Life of a Prostitute

by Doris Joe

  “What about me?” Tony asked her. “How do I fuck you?”

  “Like a fucking jackhammer, you bitch,” she said, making them laugh.

  “Yeah, sweet,” Peter said quickly. He made an annoyed gesture to Carl who was hanging back. “Come on, Carl,” he said.

  The other men stepped away as Carl hesitantly moved towards Christine.

  He was mumbling something to Peter.

  Peter looked over at Christine. “Ass?” he asked.

  Christine shook her head at Peter.

  “Come on,” Peter said.

  “No,” she said with a shrug.

  Carl sighed loudly and looked at Peter sternly.

  Peter shifted uncomfortably. He looked over at the guys and laughed nervously. “It’s all good.” Christine sat on the couch, lowering herself down and slinging a leg over the armrest.

  “Only if you lick me off first,” she said to him.

  “Whoa,” someone said. Peter squinted at her and she grinned. He looked at Carl, who nodded impatiently. Peter looked at his friends, who didn’t say anything. He went to her. He got on his knees. Christine put her fingers to her pussy and spread the glazed lips.

  “Come on, babe,” she said in a whimpering voice. “Lick me,” she begged.

  Peter gulped. He put his lips to her pussy. He licked.

  She grabbed his head and pushed him into her. She cooed loudly while the guys cheered. Their semen was dripping out of her. Peter recoiled but she kept his face there and rubbed his face into her.

  “Ooh, yeah,” she said. “Yes.”

  When he was done, Peter staggered away, his mouth wet. Carl came and brusquely readjusted her legs so he could get to her ass. He had put a gel on his dick. He positioned his dick into her anus and stared at her as he pushed into her, one inch by painful inch at a time. She held on and held on until she cried out. She had her fingers gripping his shoulder as his large body overtook and overshadowed her.

  When she could finally open her eyes and try to relax, he pushed into her more.

  “Fuck!” was all she could say.

  “Damn,” someone said, concerned.

  ~~~~~ They were driving to his place in silence.

  He pulled the car over for a third time while she rolled her eyes and groaned in annoyance. He opened his car door and spat out again.

  Then he continued driving.

  “You did good,” he said to her finally.

  “Thanks,” she said simply. “So did you.”

  He was gripping the steering wheel as he drove.

  “Your boss is weird.”

  “Yeah,” he chuckled, looking out his window. “Well, he should be a little more cooperative with me now.”

  “Hm,” she said. After a moment, she decided to say, “Happy anniversary to you, too, babe.”

  “Huh?”

  He looked at her. Then the road. Then at her again. There was confusion in his face as his eyes wandered around the road. He looked at her again.

  “Really?” he said. “Shit.”

  She closed her eyes and leaned her head on the window.

  “Don’t worry about it,” she said. She wasn’t enthused about going to his place. But when they arrived, she saw the thirty bouquets of flowers and floral arrangements that lined his living room, the decked-out dinner table with the roses and the candles he was about to light, boxes gift wrapped on the sofa, including boxes small enough to be jewelry. She heard her favorite country music song start playing automatically.

  She looked at Peter with her jaw dropped. “You, you sneaky motherfucker,” she exclaimed. “You—" She couldn’t finish, yelping as he picked her up, making her heels slip off.

  “Happy anniversary, my crazy, slutty, lovely, delicious goddess of a girlfriend,” he said.

  He kissed her while she started crying.

  She reached behind him and pushed the door closed.

  He wouldn't stop texting me. No matter how little interest I showed. At first, I'd responded with as few words as possible. Then I stopped responding at all. But he kept texting.

  Raj was a beautiful, older Indian man with a broad chest, square jaw, and a gorgeous big brown cock. Unfortunately, he also had a wife. I had impulsively fucked him in the back of his shop with another woman I barely knew. That should have been the end of it. I wasn't about to start an ongoing thing with a married man. I must have been stuck in the afterglow when I decided it was OK to exchange numbers. At the time it seemed possible I might need a second stuffing from that giant dick.

  But the incessant texts had quickly changed my mind. Plus, I was getting plenty of cock at home. I'd been in a semi-committed relationship for a few months. Of course, I'd been in the same relationship the first time I fucked Raj and a married soccer mom named Wendy. But it was in the heat of the moment. I hadn't planned to step out on my man. It just happened. Al didn't have Raj's gargantuan dong, but he still had a nice piece of meat and a body chiseled out of stone. He was great in the sack. More importantly, he was at my beck and call. And he was eager to please.

  I didn't live with Al. I was nowhere near making that serious of a commitment. But he had a key to my place and I let him come over whenever he got the urge to stuff my pussy. I didn't want to marry the guy. I didn't even love him. But I liked having a handsome date for work functions. And I liked having dick-on-demand.

  It had been close to a month since I first met Raj before he finally sent a text that piqued my interest.

  "My wife has a fantasy about being with another woman. I've always forbidden it. But I would like her to be with you."

  I quickly responded and asked if she'd been with another woman in the past. He told me that she had only fooled around like a schoolgirl. Mostly kissing and clothed breast play. "I would like to watch you with her," he texted. I contemplated the offer. Before I responded he texted a picture. His wife, Nina, was a gorgeous Indian woman. She was dressed traditionally, but I could see she had a great figure. She was younger than Raj. I guessed she was in her early 30s. And she had beautiful wavy black hair that came past her breasts and gorgeous almond-shaped eyes. I knew I wanted her.

  "I won't let you watch," I texted back. "Not if it's her first time. I want her to be comfortable."

  He responded that he was certain she would be more comfortable if he was involved.

  "This isn't negotiable," I texted. "She comes alone or not at all."

  "And if you like it?" he wrote. "Will you do it again and let me watch?"

  "No promises," is all I wrote back.

  "This is unfair," he wrote. "We can find another woman."

  "OK," I answered.

  I wasn't going to let him control the situation. I felt like he would give in to what I wanted. Almost 20 minutes passed before he sent another text and accepted my conditions. We made plans via text. Nina helped him run his shop during the day. Plus, I had a full-time job that kept me busy. I spent most of my weekends with Al and didn't feel a need to change that. So we decided she should come over one evening after work.

  I have to admit, the entire situation filled me with anxiety. Not because I was scared. But the anticipation almost killed me. I'd never been on a blind date, but I imagined the sensation was similar. I had butterflies in my stomach. I fretted over what to wear for a woman who was coming to my place to fuck. If I dressed too conservatively, would she immediately be let down and think I wasn't right for her? But if I dressed slutty, would she be intimidated or even disgusted and judgmental? Should I wear my hair up or down? Or in a casual ponytail?

  And what if I wasn't even her type? Nina was tall and athletic-looking with a great body. I'm about 5'5" with Double-D tits and a little extra baby fat on my tummy and ass. I didn't have a problem meeting people who were into me. But what if she was expecting something different, like a long, lean girl with high breasts and a tiny waist?

  In the end, I decided to split the difference. I put on an outfit I'd be comfortable wearing to a work party, but not to the office. I dre
ssed in a knee-length leather skirt with dark stocking and heels. With it I wore a black blazer and a white, ribbed sweater that buttoned down the front and showed off my tits and cleavage. My dark hair was down and I wore a choker necklace made of black satin with lace trim. I decided to go sexy with my underwear. After all, if she stayed long enough to get my clothes off, she probably wasn't leaving.

  My bra was deep purple satin with black lace trim. My boy-cut panties and garter belt both matched. I poured myself a glass of wine and nervously waited for Nina. I tried to busy myself with TV, but nothing made the time pass faster. My stomach was churning. She was supposed to arrive at seven. She still wasn't there by five after. Just when I thought I would lose my mind there was a knock at the door. I opened to find Nina standing nervously on the step.

  The picture didn't do her justice. Her eyes were beautiful and vibrant in a way that could never be captured in a photograph. She was dressed in a shimmering sky blue sari and a navy velvet top that laced in the front. It hugged her tits and left her stomach exposed. Her dark hair was loose and she wore no jewelry and little makeup.

  She introduced herself. We started to shake hands. Then I put my arm out and wrapped it around her neck. I kissed her cheek as a greeting. Then I led her inside and closed the door behind us.

  "My husband drove me," she said nervously. She spoke with a beautiful accent. "I had a couple of glasses of wine to ease my nerves. What time should I tell him to come back?"

  I wasn't sure how to answer. I thought I could easily occupy myself with this beautiful woman until sunup. But I didn't want to sound presumptuous.

  "Maybe I will just tell him that I can call later," she said.

  "I have some wine open. Would you like another glass?" I offered. She nodded and I showed her to the couch. We sat down next to one another and I poured us each a glass of red. Nina sat on the edge of the seat with her legs together and her hands on her knees. I tried to look more casual. I thought maybe it would help her relax. I crossed my legs to show them off and leaned back. I unbuttoned my jacket to show off my cleavage and the way my sweater hugged my big titties. Nina definitely noticed. And she didn't look disappointed.

  I knew I wanted her. But I was unsure of how to proceed. I considered just jumping on her. But I knew it might scare her off. I'd never experienced anything similar. I'd slept with people not long after meeting them. Ten minutes after I met her husband I had his cock between my lips. But those situations were defined by mutual desire and lust. That had erased any hint of nervousness. The situation with Nina was totally unique. She wasn't leaving, so I assumed she wanted to stay. But she was definitely nervous.

  "So...," I said. I couldn't even think of what to say next. I almost never have a problem starting a conversation. But I was completely tongue-tied.

  "So," I started again. "You've done this before?"

  "This?" she said. "No. I've never met anyone like this. Not even before I was married."

  "I meant you've been with a woman before," I said. "Oh. Yes," she said. "Well, sort of. We did not go all the way. It was in college. After I first moved from India. India is very different for women. You do not have so much freedom. I did a lot of things in college that would have been impossible back home. I dressed like an American girl. I went to a lot of parties. I had fun."

  "But you married an Indian man and settled down?"

  "It is what was expected by my family," she said. "To dress and act traditionally. To have a family one day. I do not regret anything."

  She sipped her wine.

  "Though I do miss the clothes. I loved shopping." She nodded down at her garment. "This is a little boring."

  "No, it's not!" I protested. "It is how I've always dressed," she said. "It only appeals to you because it is exotic."

  "No," I said. "It appeals to me because you look sexy as hell."

  Nina looked away. I could tell she was embarrassed.

  I moved closer to her. I boldly reached out and put my hand on her firm naked stomach. I ran my palm over her hot flesh.

  "I like this," I said. "What did you do in college?" I asked. "With the other woman?"

  "We kissed," she responded.

  "Just once?" I asked. "A quick kiss on the lips?"

  "No," she responded quickly. "It was more than that. We kissed for a long time. Like lovers. We touched one another."

  "Do you want to kiss me?" I asked.

  She nodded tentatively.

  "Kiss me. Show me how you kissed her," I said. Nina took a deep breath. Her dark brown eyes were locked on mine. She leaned forward slowly. I pushed my full lips to hers. She wrapped her muscular arm around me and held me close. My lips parted and her tongue slithered into my mouth.

  "How did you touch her?" I asked.

  "I touched her breasts," she said. "We would kiss and rub each other's breasts. And sometimes her ass."

  I took off my jacket and laid it over the back of the couch. I arched my back to show off my large tits. "Show me," I said again. "Kiss me and rub my titties." She kissed me deeply, but her hands remained by her side. I grabbed them and pulled them to my chest. My nipples responded to her touch. I wrapped my arms around her and cupped her tight ass through her satin sari. She moaned softly.

  "What else did you do?" I asked. "Did you touch her pussy?"

  Nina shook her head.

  "Never," she said. "Not even through her panties. I do not know why. We were nervous. I thought about it often after."

  "Did you ever undress? Did you touch her bare tits? Did you kiss them?"

  "Never," she said again. We kissed again. There was passion behind it. Her hands freely roamed my body. I slid my own hands from her ass to her hips and over her flat stomach. I found her breasts. I could feel the thick lace of her bra through the thin velvet top. I pulled the lacing holding her top closed. It came open. She was wearing a very lacy black bra. I could see her large brown nipples through the lace.

  "I want your lips on me," I told her. "I want your mouth on my titties," I panted. She nodded in response. Her hands found the oversized buttons on my sweater and she opened the top two. I told her not to stop. She unbuttoned it all the way. I tossed the sweater aside and unclasped my own bra. My titties bounced free. Nina eagerly took them with her tan hands. She leaned forward and kissed my nipples. She licked and teased them slowly as if she was unsure of herself. But she was encouraged by my moans of delight.

  I grabbed her sari and pulled it from her shoulder. Her bra clasped in the front. I flicked the clasp quickly and her gorgeous brown lobes fell out. She stood so I could help her unwrap her sari. She wore a stiff silk petticoat. I pulled the drawstring and it fell around her ankles. She stood in front of me in nothing but a lacy black thong.

  I took Nina's hand and pulled her back to be. Her breasts dangled in my face. I kissed each of her dark nipples until they were rock hard.

  "How often do you regret not touching her pussy?" I asked Nina. "Not too often. Not anymore," she said. "It was a long time ago."

  "When was the last time?" I asked.

  "Raj has a fantasy of having a threesome. He has been more persistent lately. When he brings it up, I think back with regret. I have always been resistant. Until lately. I realized that I wanted it to."

  "Do you want to touch my pussy?" I asked.

  Nina nodded. I got up and unzipped my tight leather skirt. I shimmied out of it. Nina took a seat and I stood in front of her in my panties, stockings, garter belt, and heels. My legs were spread. There was a damp spot on my purple satin panties. I took Nina's hand and my own and cupped it over my hot pussy.

  "Mmmm," I moaned loudly. "Help me rub one out." She looked at me with a puzzled look. I directed her to the corner of the couch. She sat with her legs spread. I put my ass between her thighs. I could feel her tits on my bare back. I rubbed my satin panties against her lacy thong. Then I took her arm and wrapped it around my narrow waist. I put her hand back over my pussy.

  "Rub it," I said. "Make me come.
" She rubbed me slowly through my satin panties. Her fingers traced the outline of my wet pussy. She paused in the area where she knew my clit would be. Then she circled her finger until I told her she was on my spot.

  "Now rub it," I commanded.

  Nina obeyed. She pressed down firmly and rubbed my clit.

  "I want to rub it for real," she said in her thick accent. "Not through your panties." I nodded in response. She hooked her fingers inside the elastic waist of my underwear and slid them down to the middle of my thighs. The musky scent of my spread cunt filled the room. Nina put the palm of her hand on top of it. "That's right," I encouraged her. "Rub my pussy, Nina."

  She curled her two middle fingers in and penetrated my hole. I took her thumb and guided it to my clit. I took her free hand and brought it to my big titties. Nina kissed and licked my neck. She fingerfucked me. It was slow and intense. I couldn't tell if she was shy or just purposely taking her time. Each thrust of her fingers made my whole body quiver. I encouraged her until I was too worked up to speak. Her thumb kept circling my clit as she pounded me. For a first-timer, she knew exactly what she was doing.

  "This is how I fuck myself," she whispered in my ear. "Is it alright?" All I could do was whimper. I could feel her bare nipples grazing my back. Her whole body was moving in rhythm while she fingered my gash. I bucked my hips into her hand. I needed her to go faster. She sped up and pushed me over the edge. The sounds coming from my mouth were unintelligible as I came from Nina's touch.

  I turned and kissed Nina hungrily. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had such an intense orgasm.

  "Let me fuck you, honey," I pleaded. "I need to fuck you."

  I pulled her lacy panties aside. Her pussy was spread wide and ready. I slid my first two fingers right in and fucked her hard.

  I kissed and sucked on her nipples. Nina did the same to mine. My fingers slid in and out of her steaming sex hole. She was noisy and filthy. And I loved every minute of it.

  "Oh yes," she kept saying. "Fuck me. Fuck me, Betty. Fuck my pussy. Fuck me like a whore."

  I went faster. I could tell she was building to a climax. Nina started wailing. I kept two fingers deep in her cunt as she climaxed. I felt her hot juices running down my forearm. Nina took control. She kissed me ravenously. She pushed me onto the back of the couch. She paused long enough to pull her panties off and toss them aside. My panties were still around my thighs. I unsnapped my garters so Nina could pull them off over my stockings. She unhooked my garter belt and tossed it aside.