The Life of a Prostitute

by Doris Joe

  His friends were moving towards her. I saw red, but dealt with them without hurting them too badly.

  Beth squirmed and swore when I pulled her off the creep. He wasn’t howling and teary-eyed, so she probably hadn’t broken his nose. The other two were just dazed.

  A crowd was gathering, their phone cameras aimed, slurping up video. Beth and I looked at each other, then fled.

  ~~~~

  The adrenaline wore off about three blocks away. We leaned against an alley wall, breathing hard and laughing.

  “We really have to work on your interpersonal skills,” I said, “but you’re right... it is more satisfying to just punch them. You okay?” Beth nodded and grinned, then touched my reddened jaw. “Are you?” she asked.

  “All except my pride. Been a while since someone decked me.”

  “Poor baby. I’ll protect you better next time.”

  ~~~~

  Amanda greeted us when we got back to Beth’s apartment. She was dressed for the dance clubs with a hip-hugging miniskirt and loose crop-top, her hair down in lovely loose tresses.

  “You were supposed to be gone by now,” said Beth.

  Amanda shoved her phone’s screen at us. “Congrats, you two. You’ve gone viral.”

  We sat in the living room while Amanda showed clip after clip taken by passersby and through the window of the bistro.

  Amanda narrated one supercut, “Jonas gets clobbered. And here the bastard grabs you, Beth. You boot him in the crotch... he doubles over... and wham! Knee right to the face. Beautiful.”

  I was impressed. “Beth... that’s excellent technique.”

  “I’ve had practice,” she said sourly.

  Amanda pointed back to the screen. “And Jonas, you just... disposed of those two idiots. Like some wrestling move.”

  I grimaced. “It wasn’t very fair, but they looked like they were going after Beth. It only knocked the wind out of them, I think.”

  More videos appeared. Someone remixed clips from various angles into a montage with epic music, slow-motion replays, and cartoon sound effects. The number of likes climbed as we watched. We scrolled through the videos and comments, amazed how much attention it was getting. Beth delighted to see praise of her with titles and comments like, “Tiny women represent,” “Small and mighty,” and her favorite comment: “Wonder Waif,” complete with an image of her face superimposed on a still from Wonder Woman. While we watched, Amanda had at some point rested her hand on my thigh. She gasped when a lowmotion remix focused on my actions appeared.

  “That’s sooo hot,” she breathed. “I wish some guy would handle me like that.”

  “You really want some guy shoving you around, pushing you into things?” I said.

  “Well, not assholes like those creeps. But when it’s the right man...” Amanda raked her nails along my thigh. “it might be okay for them to... take what they want.”

  Beth scoffed. “Guys always try to take what they want. That’s the problem.”

  “No,” said Amanda, “the problem is the right guy never tries to. Only creeps.”

  I threw my hands up. “How’s a guy supposed to know if he’s ‘right’ or a creep? Why can’t it just be mutual? And ‘Take what they want?’ That’s like caveman days.”

  “You’re ‘the right guy’” she said, spearing me with a hungry stare as she wet her lips.

  “So if I dragged you to the bedroom by the hair, or, I dunno... ordered you to show me your tits... you’d just do it?”

  Amanda glanced at Beth, flashed a grin, then whipped off her top and bra and flung them to the floor.

  Her medium-sized breasts stood proud, slightly pointy with an enticing upward curve and lovely nipples begging for an eager mouth. She had a tiny smile as I absorbed the vision of her luscious tits.

  Beth was incredulous. “Dammit, Amanda... you have no shame.”

  “What?” said Amanda, sitting up so her boobs stuck out, further entrancing my riveted eyes.

  To Beth, she said, “Your turn. Aren’t you going to obey your man?” “Fuck, no,” said Beth. “I don’t obey creeps OR cavemen. He’d have to make me.” Beth’s expression was teasing, daring, and amused. When I grabbed for her, she leaped from the couch with a screech. I caught her halfway down the hall and dragging her back to the living room, shucked off her top. Beth was too small to need a bra.

  I paused to admire her shallow mounds with oversized areolas and sensitive nipples. Having experienced nothing but massive, saggy boobs all my life, I found the sight entrancing.

  “Cavemen don’t wear shirts either,” suggested Amanda, lifting her eyebrows.

  I tugged off my shirt and struck a pose.

  “Mmmm,” said Amanda, raking her eyes up and down. “So what now, mister caveman?” Her eyes sparkled.

  I glanced at Beth. Were we doing this? Was this really okay? The lift of her eyebrows, a shrug, then a nod told me it was.

  Tossing my chin at Amanda, I growled, “The rest. Off. Now.” Amanda obediently stripped naked and stood with hands behind her, smirking. Her waist was narrow, her hips wide. The wispy patch of fur above her pussy revealed she was a natural blonde. She had a body meant for sin, with an attitude to match.

  When I looked at Beth expectantly, she put her hands on her hips, stuck out her tongue and sneered. Again I had to tackle her, strip her, and pull her back as she squirmed and protested, laughing and swatting at me.

  I stood Beth beside her friend, where she covered herself.

  “Hands at your side,” I barked, getting into it. “I want to see. Now, spin. Show me all of you.” Both turned. Beth’s tight round ass contrasted wonderfully with Amanda’s ample double-teardrop shape. Amanda flexed her bum, going up onto the balls of her feet, and smirked at me over her shoulder.

  “You’re not going to... mate with us, are you, mister caveman?” she said in mock dread. Beth was also looking at me. She tossed her eyes skyward then gestured towards her friend. “Just do it.”

  I felt like The Hulk, shirtless with my pants painfully tight. I wanted to fuck the teasing, flirting, sexy Amanda—give her what she wanted. Even more, I wanted to make love to my beautiful feisty Beth.

  Wait... my Beth? We had only just met. She wasn’t mine. How could I even think that? And if I wasn’t careful in this situation, she never would be.

  Suddenly Beth was kneeling before me, undoing my pants.

  “Mr. Caveman looks troubled. It’s okay. Let me help you out of these clothes.” She winked. “After all, you’re used to wearing animal skins, right?”

  Beth pulled my pants and underwear off, my dick springing into her face. She furrowed her brow. “Maybe it’s Amanda’s turn to say hello to this fellow, seeing how she wants it so bad.”

  Beth stood and pushed Amanda towards me.

  Amanda’s eyes were wide. “God, Beth... he’s fucking huge.”

  “You saw him before.”

  “It was dark. And he was only half hard. How on earth did you two ever...”

  Beth put my hand behind Amanda’s neck and together we forced her to her knees.

  “Pleasure me, woman,” I boomed, trying not to laugh. Amanda’s chuckle was cut short when Beth forced her forward towards my dick. Amanda was apprehensive, then dutifully opened to take me into her mouth. She could take more of me than Beth, but it was still a struggle.

  I tightened a fist through her hair to guide her further down onto me, careful not to gag her. Beth got on her knees beside her friend as she tried to fit me in her mouth. “Having trouble, Amanda? You wanted this, remember. Wait until he comes. He comes buckets. He comes like a man. He comes like a freight train.”

  I reveled in the sensations as Amanda looked up, eyes half-filled with amusement, half-filled with fear, doing her best to please me. She sucked and licked, one hand fondling my balls. She was skilled... obviously practiced, but a blowjob wasn’t what I really wanted.

  I let her continue for a moment longer before pulling her off my dick. She looked up as t
hough fearful she had done something wrong.

  “That pleased me, woman,” I growled, pulling her to her feet. “Now I fuck you.”

  Amanda swallowed nervously, then looked at my dick, red and throbbing, gleaming from her saliva. She started to say something, then turned and bolted down the hall towards her bedroom. She tried closing her door, but I burst in. She screeched when I grabbed her then flung her onto her double bed. Beth appeared in the doorway, smirking, then helped me pin down her thrashing, giggling roommate.

  “Unhand me, brute! You’re too big. Let me just blow you again.”

  Beth held Amanda’s arms and helped roll her onto her back while I positioned myself on top of her and pushed her legs apart.

  “You baby,” said Beth. “If I can take him, you can too.”

  Amanda stared at my dick, massive, poised and ready. She looked at me, then at Beth, then after a moment of hesitation, she freed her hand and began rubbing me along her sopping folds.

  I looked at Beth. She nodded. Amanda gasped when I popped the head of my dick past the snug ring of her entrance and held still. She looked from me to where we joined, then grabbed my biceps and moved her hips up slightly, pushing me deeper.

  “Holy fuuuck...” she breathed as I worked in and out of her, feeling her tightness, getting her ready. Amanda was not as painfully tight as Beth, but it was still a struggle to work into her. “Gah! Oh, fuck! Uuuugh,” she exclaimed each time I slid a fraction deeper. I waited until she signaled before pushing in more. Beth lay on the bed beside us to stroke Amanda’s hair. She whispered something in her friend's ear that I couldn’t make out but that seemed to excite Amanda.

  After many yelps and curses, finally I was buried as deep as possible inside Amanda, the lips of her opening stretched obscenely wide, the head of my dick rubbing her cervix, still seeking to sink deeper. Amanda reminded me of another friend I had fucked. Also impressed by my size, she begged and teased until we spent one night together. Though we were friends, we had no deeper connection. The next morning she hobbled home, sore and disappointed that the sex, epic though it was, had led to less between us instead of more.

  Returning to the present, I found Amanda looking at me, mouth slack, eyes lidded. She pushed back, and we began to fuck. Beth watched as I took her friend, her open face expressing fascination, lust and unease. She must have seen my expression too, because she smiled, eyes locked on mine and reached to push on my ass, encouraging me deeper into her friend.

  Amanda was fantastic. She whimpered. She grunted. She drooled. She took everything I gave her. When the urge to come rose, I stopped, holding myself deep in her overstretched pussy.

  Confused, Amanda breathed, “What?”

  “Cavemen don’t fuck like this.”

  Withdrawing, I rolled her over and pulled her ass up. Amanda got the picture and lowered her head to the bed and waited obediently. She gave a satisfied sigh when I eased into her from behind. Pushing her into the bed with one hand between her shoulder blades, the other grasping her hip, I admired the sight of her broad ass and tossing mane of blonde hair as I worked in and out of her. Amanda reached a hand to her clit as she let herself be taken.

  Beth watched us intently, amused but hungry for her turn. Again, I approached orgasm, made quicker by Amanda’s ecstatic gasping and grunting. I reached under her to massage one jiggling boob and leaned over to nip and lick at her neck and shoulders, growling and grunting like the brute she wanted me to be.

  Amanda pushed back once, gave a strangled cry, then froze as orgasm swept through her. Her contractions threatened to set me off too, but I stayed in control. Fucking Amanda was one thing, but coming in her seemed wrong, somehow. Like a betrayal. Beth’s face told me that somehow she understood. Smiling, she lay back and spread her arms, inviting me to take her.

  Amanda groaned when I withdrew from her then folded sideways on her bed, flushed and breathing hard. Shuffling between Beth’s legs, I was too excited and sunk into her tiny body too far.

  “Uhhhhgh!” she cried, her head rising and body stiffening. Horrified, I tried to withdraw, but Beth wrapped herself around me and said, “No! Fuck me. Come in me.” I wanted to be gentle. I knew I was hurting her, but after being with Amanda and the excitement of once again being inside Beth, I lost control. I needed to take her. I needed to hear her moan. I needed to fill her with cum.

  I needed her. Beth must have still been sore from our night before, yet she took me without protest—panting, squirming, pushing back, eyes fixed on mine and hands on my ass to encourage me as I used her tiny body for my pleasure, lost in lust.

  Amanda watched limply as I mated with her friend. Just before I came, Amanda got up to rest her head on my back between my shoulder blades, boobs pressed into me. She reached down to stroke her nails down my swinging balls. The unexpected sensation jolted me, causing me to jam myself hard into Beth and groan with mindless pleasure as I blasted torrents into her wonderful tight body.

  ~~~~ The three of us spent the rest of the night in Beth’s bed, but only after I dragged them there, 'ooking' and shambling like an Australopithecus while both laughed. Beth held Amanda from behind while I slid down to lick her, eventually bringing her to a thrashing orgasm. We rested, Beth on one side of me, Amanda on the other, dozing until later when Amanda began stroking me. I took her again, carefully, just a slow, friendly fuck with her legs wrapped around me while Beth held her hand and stroked her hair.

  When Beth saw I was approaching my limit, once again she lay back and pulled me onto her. She took me easier that time, then gazing at me, did her little trick again, squirming with determination until somehow she had all of me inside her. We mated, gently, lovingly, until I inseminated her once more.

  After that, my universe contained only Beth. We stayed joined, me on her, or her laying on me, making love or just caressing, our bodies still joined.

  Later in the night, Amanda kissed my cheek then whispered, “Don’t you dare break her heart,” before slipping out to her bedroom.

  Beth and I slept entwined, exhausted but still eager for each other, body and soul.

  Gloria managed to escape the office just after four. She'd had sex on the brain all day and couldn't wait to get to her husband. Since her husband had taken the day off, she'd seen to it that he got it started off right with an enthusiastic double whammy. She'd drunk one load straight from his cock and then wrung another into her pussy less than twenty minutes later, riding like a madwoman.

  Okay, so it had hadn't entirely been for just his benefit.

  He'd rolled over and gone back to sleep and she'd put herself together and went to work, energized and still horny.

  She'd been thinking about him home alone in the house, lounging by the pool all day waiting to ravage her again. It made her even warmer than the summer heat could account for. On the drive home, she was debating whether to have dinner first or just fuck him the instant she got in the door. Part of it depended on if he was still indeed alone at the house. Gloria and William had been active swingers for over a decade and had a significant circle of like-minded friends. Any number of willing partners could have taken advantage of her gifted husband that day.

  She was still debating whether to have the steak or go straight to the sausage when she pulled into the driveway. There were no extra vehicles about so it looked like she would have her man to herself. "Sausage" was definitely starting to pull ahead. She could feel her slick pussy lips sliding against each other as she got out of the car.

  Inside, she stopped short. The couch was missing from the living room. Not unheard of but William would have needed help to move it. Curious and ever more aroused, she strode to the patio doors. Even the experienced swinger was surprised by what she saw. The McCoys only played with ageappropriate friends. She would have never guessed that her husband would be entertaining the two neighbor girls.

  There was no possibility the girls were there for an innocent visit. No matter how many times in the past they had used the pool, t
hey'd never been stark naked before. The older Falon girl, Mandy, was laying out on an inflatable raft in the middle of the small in-ground pool. Her long, lean body was a vision, Gloria had to admit. The girl was home from college, apparently. Gloria couldn't recall if she was quite twenty-one yet.

  Damn, she was fit though. She was on a partial volleyball scholarship and Glo knew she'd always had a fitness bend. Lean and tall and bronzed almost everywhere. Tan lines did highlight the zones the girls normally kept covered around the pool.

  But not today. The girl's small but high-pointing tits were on full display and getting a rare treat of sun.

  The missing couch was on the deck and there were two people entwined on it. Cindy was the younger Falon girl. They looked like twins in their faces but Cindy had a lot of extra curves. She was paler, a bit shorter and Gloria could now see the heavy handfuls she'd been growing under her bra the last couple of years. She was eighteen, just graduated from high school, and Gloria was slightly conflicted about seeing such a young girl here like this. Meaning specifically in the arms of her forty-something husband, the hands of each resting on the other's most interesting body parts.

  Gloria considered giving the girls a scare by rushing in with the "enraged wife" act but they all honestly looked so content that just seemed too mean. Instead, she turned around and went back into the house. It didn't look like the trio was going anywhere and she wanted to wash the day off her body before she joined the fun.

  ***

  Billy wondered what time it was. This time of the summer, the sun stayed up so long it was hard to tell. He knew he was getting hungry. He also knew his wife had to be getting home soon. It was that prospect that prevented him from swinging the horny teen on his lap around and plugging his big cock back up her cooch. He was a man of amazing control and impressive stamina but he was also past forty and had a limited number of rounds in the barrel.