The Life of a Prostitute

by Doris Joe

  Gaining confidence, she shifted her leg and took hold of his arm. He paused, looking up at her. She met his gaze. "Will, I'm ready. Let me."

  Eyes on his, she pulled herself to him. She swiftly increased pressure and forced herself onto him.

  He felt her tight entrance snap around his shaft. Another couple inches followed immediately. She wanted to shout in triumph but she contained it and just smiled at the swinger. "You're right. No big deal," She looked down. His thick shaft protruding from her body looked obscene. She almost quailed when she saw more than half his length remained.

  But then she shrugged internally, smiled broadly at Cindy and William and firmly pulled the stud all the way into her body. Reading the girl, William took control back as their groins met. "Knew you could do it," he said even as he already began to withdraw. She moaned, the sensation of his tool moving against her walls overwhelming. When he sunk back in again, it made her feel so full.

  She was the tightest thing William had ever felt. No doubt she could feel every vein and pore in great detail. "Oh god. Fuck me, Billy. Oh, I'm ready to cum, do it. Fuck me." At no point did he approach the brutality with which he'd fucked the younger sister but within moments he was pumping at a steady pace. And the leggy brunette came all over him. Her hands lost their grip and she fell back against the couch. "Ohhhh. Oh god. Something's happening," she babbled.

  Her pussy gushed ejaculate. William watched her flat abs clenching and felt her hole spasm as streams of the stuff flowed around his cock and down his legs. "Holy fuck," he muttered and pulled out of her.

  "Mandy's a fucking squirter! No one will ever believe this," Cindy chuckled as she watched. In fact, her attention was torn between the twitching, burbling hole between Mandy's legs and William's angry, dripping monster. "God, you still haven't cum. You're such a stud, Mr. McCoy," she perched her shapely ass on the arm of the chair right next to her half-unconscious sister and leaned back, spreading her legs shamelessly. "Looks like you kinda broke my sister so I guess you'll have to pound me some more."

  These two willing young women had the old swinger feeling like he was ten feet tall. Snorting, he didn't say a word. He just grabbed the curvaceous girl's thighs and nailed her hungry hole with a single powerful lunge.

  "Oh, fuck, yeah. As hard as you can, you big bastard," Cindy panted.

  Mandy watched in a daze as her neighbor somehow managed to hold out through two more of her sister's screaming orgasms. But as that second one began, William was shaking and panting. He gripped his tool tightly at the base and pulled out. "Fuck, here it comes," he growled. Stroking it twice, he pointed it at Cindy and blasted a long, ropy load over her stomach and onto her tits.

  Cindy squealed. Watching his big gun release and feeling his hot load on her skin was otherworldly. Another blast hit and then he turned towards Mandy. He stepped close and straddled her body, one shot hitting the base of her neck. "Please," he said.

  Mandy knew what he wanted. Without giving it real thought, she obeyed. She sat up, opening her mouth. She felt him spurt again as his spongey helmet pressed against her tongue.

  Moaning and closing her eyes, she buried her face in his pubes and swallowed the rest of his diminishing load. She finished by cleaning his slowly softening member with her lips and tongue. When she finally sat back and looked up at him, the way her lips shone drew him in. "That was wonderful, angel," he said and bent to kiss her. It was brief but he lingered long enough to get a good taste of himself.

  Beside them, Cindy got shakily to her feet. "What about me? Wanna kiss my pussy again?" she asked him. William straightened and looked at the younger girl. "Not right now," he said. He did give her a quick French kiss and got a good feel of her soft titty to boot. "Right now I need a beer and about an hour in the sun to recharge." He ambled nude back outside, heading for the lounge and his bucket of Corona.

  "Is something good going to happen after you have your old-man nap?" the girl asked, following. She played with the drops of his cum cooling on her body.

  He settled back and draped a towel across his groin and hips. Cindy laughed. "What's that for, bashful?" He put his sunglasses back on. "No, I don't want another damn sunburn on my junk," He looked up and down the curvaceous teen's body. "As for what happens later, that depends on just how hard you beg for more of my cock."

  The heat of the African sun beat down on my naked body like an open furnace. The krit-trrrrrrrr of the woodland kingfisher cut through the hot morning air, declaring its territory, close to water. My body absorbed the sensations of the African bush as a soft breeze blew in my direction, cooling my hot pussy. I became one with nature as the naked soles of my feet sought the next safe spot to touch down.

  It was midmorning when I saw the unmistakable tracks of Clarisse, a two-and-a-half-year-old lioness, in the soft sand of a dry riverbed. Dropping on one knee, squashing my naked breast against my thigh, I studied the tracks. The limp of her right front leg and the blood on the ground were clearly visible. She might have been injured by a male lion that took over her mother’s pride. The tracks were fresh and the wind carried her scent to me.

  Before I could walk around a large river bushwillow tree, I heard the soft growl of my quarry and the crackling laughter of hyenas. I froze at the sight before me. Clarisse, with her behind quarters secured in a buffalo thorn bush, faced two hyenas, her mortal enemies. Although injured and young, this lioness would not give up without a fight.

  It was only then that I became aware of my own vulnerability. As usual, I was on my morning foot patrol through the most isolated part of a private game reserve. Every morning, my job as a game ranger was to look for fresh movements of various animals. I usually got rid of all my clothes about ten minutes from the lodge. If Gerald knew I walked around naked and without a weapon, he would’ve fired my naked ass long ago.

  Now, I had to get to safety before the hyenas turned on me. But my concern for Clarisse, whom I saved when she was just a cub, brought my maternal instincts to the surface. Grabbing two thick dry sticks beneath a dead Mopane tree, I stormed the hyenas and banged the sticks against each other, shouting at the top of my voice.

  The hyenas saw this five-foo-eleven-inch, naked woman with short flaming red hair charging at them. At first, it looked like they wanted to laugh at this strange apparition, but the ruckus I made was enough to raise the dead. They turned and fled into the bush, leaving the wounded lioness staring at her new adversary.

  I stood before her in a half crouching position, a stick in each hand, ready for the inevitable. Clarisse licked her paw and bowed her head. A porcupine quill got stuck between the toes of her paw and one in her neck. Her leg was also bleeding, but not too seriously. She could die if those quills were not removed. I wondered if she would still remember me and without any thought of danger to myself, I dropped the sticks and moved towards the lioness.

  Careful not to make any sudden moves, I took her massive right paw and squeezed the skin at the point of entry and removed the quill. She made no sound, except her heavy breathing. The quill in her neck proved to be more difficult to remove. She had to lift her head for me to reach the quill. Her yellow eyes betrayed a recognition, or so I hoped. I could smell the pus in her neck from the infected wound. Moving with speed, I yanked the quill from her neck before she could react and saw the pus draining from the wound. As I slowly retreated towards safety, Clarisse just licked the blood from her leg, shook her head, got up and walked away. She never looked back.

  Steadying myself against a tree, my legs apart and my knees wobbly, my bladder suddenly released its load. I had to laugh at myself. There I was, scared shitless, but still had to mark my territory with my urine. It took the best part of an hour for my body to recover from the aftermath of my insane act. Just one swipe of her paw and I would have been turned into lunch.

  I was lucky. I was given another chance. After three years of running away, trying to hide from my past, I was still as vulnerable as Clarisse was. Being naked and defenseless t
urned every moment into an act of oneness. The two-legged “hyenas” could still find me and destroy the peace I found in the African bush. But was this peace enough for me? Wasn’t there something more I could do to secure a future for lions and hyenas?

  Retreating from my close encounter with death, I felt a long-forgotten pulse beating within my pussy and breasts. For three years I have been celibate and the possibility of my own death awakened the longing within me. I wanted to feel that desire, the passion of being alive again. I wanted to make love, to feel a throbbing cock inside me, my tongue on a wet pussy and my mouth sucking on a dick. What I would’ve given to feel the naked breasts of another squashed against mine again, or a tongue fucking my pussy.

  I didn’t want to die alone with lots of regrets. Picking up my pace, I hurried to the spot where I left my clothes. I was only vaguely aware of the two adult giraffes and their young lunching on an acacia tree as I passed a herd of zebra and impala. The first thing I did when I reached my clothes was to use a little water from my canteen to wash off the urine from my pussy and legs.

  Fishing out my clothes from a dead leadwood tree, I pulled on my tight-fitting shorts and shirt, and stuffed my panties and bra into my pockets. In my haste, I broke all the buttons of the shirt and had to tie the shirt across my stomach, leaving my full breasts half exposed. At that stage, I didn’t care. I knew what I had to do. I had to confront my own “hyenas.” Only then did I pull on my boots.

  It was late afternoon when I sneaked unseen into the lodge. It was easy because I have mastered the art of doing it for more than two years. The first item on my new agenda was to see Gerald. The luxury silver SUV parked outside Gerald’s office barely registered in my consciousness. I knocked once and opened the door:

  “Gerald, I want to hand in my…”

  “Sam,” Gerald interrupted, slouching behind his mahogany desk. “Or should I call you Christine Marais, a South African billionaire’s long lost daughter?”

  Sitting in the easy chairs in Gerald’s office were two “hyenas,” getting ready to pounce on me for my jugular.

  “How did they find me?” “I just happened to read that Mr. Piet Marais, the billionaire, died in a motor accident and left everything to his only child, Christine Marais. They had a picture of you with long red hair. I recognized you and called his office. Monique answered and I told them that I know a Samantha Brown who looks like Christine Marais.”

  “My father died? When?” “Three days ago,” said Gerald. I didn’t expect Father to die so soon. I still had to make amends for my stupidity. My heart was torn apart with grief, but only for a moment. I decided that mourning would come later.

  Monique stood up, a tall beautiful woman, sensual in every way. Her short grey hair, alabaster skin, designer safari clothes and painted nails oozed confidence and to me, humiliation. She glided over to me with open arms.

  “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you for so long.” She hugged me and then pushed me at arm’s length, sizing me up from head to toe. Her gaze hovered an extra moment on my cleavage. “It was worth the wait. You look fantastic.”

  "Do you want to humiliate me further?” This was the first touch of another human being in a while for me. My body reacted in a strange way, not how I expected. I didn’t know if it was lust or just the gratefulness of being touched.

  “Oh, au contraire,” Monique assured me. “I want to help you take control of Tau Enterprises.”

  “Control? How do you expect me to step into Father’s shoes after the scandal I caused?” “The company thrived because of it and we doubled our profit and helped millions of people,” the other woman interrupted as she stood up and approached me. Her blue eyes sparkling with laughter and delight. “My name is Lisa and we want to give you the opportunity to prove that the faith your father had in you was not misguided.”

  “How? By showing that I am a slut?” “Of course not,” Lisa said. She undid the knot in my shirt, opened it and slid it over my shoulders. When my shirt dropped to the floor, Lisa took my full breasts in her hands and squeezed them. I wanted to stop her, to stop this humiliation and flee back into the bush. My body didn’t want to cooperate. My feet were glued to the floor.

  “Oh, fuck,” Gerald said. “What a great fucking pair of tits.”

  “Yes, they are beautiful and perfect for what we want to show women across the world,” Monique said as she undid my shorts, leaving me naked. “Look at that pussy.” Gerald was beside himself. “I never knew you were so fucking fuckable.”

  “I love your tan,” Lisa said as she walked around me, sizing me up. “Women, and men,” pointing to Gerald, “will go nuts over your body. You will be our new image.”

  “I thought they saw it all three years ago,” I said, not making a move to cover myself up. Humiliation or not, I have been hiding myself from the eyes of others for far too long.

  “That was the old Tau Enterprises. They haven’t seen you for who you really are,” Monique assured me. “Do you know the real me?” I was pissed off. Did they know that I faced a lioness this morning? Did they care about the harsh beauty of the bush? Picking up my discarded clothes, I walked to the door. Before opening it, I turned to the two hyenas and said: “How do you plan to shame me more?”

  “Hey, Sam, eh, Christine, you can’t walk around naked in the camp,” Gerald said.

  “I quit,” I said and opened the door, wiggling my naked ass in Gerald’s direction as my resignation letter.

  “You can’t quit. I own your ass.”

  Slowly I turned around, dropped my clothes on the chair next to the door, walked up to Gerald, put my hands on the desk and said: “You know what? I’ll buy this lodge and then I’ll own your ass.” Gerald’s eyes were fixed on my swaying tits. “Ladies,” I said to the two hyenas without taking my eyes off the handsome Gerald. “Take note: I want this place before I leave for Johannesburg tomorrow.”

  Licking his lips, Gerald was so engrossed with my tits that he didn’t hear what I said. He slowly moved his right hand to my breasts. I let his hand get close before I grabbed it and pushed it away. The realization that I was naked in the office and in the presence of three clothed people warmed my pussy and hardened my nipples. Or was it the sudden surge of the power money gave me that made me so bold? On the other hand, I longed to be touched, even by Gerald, just to feel desired again.

  My free hand involuntary found its way to my wet pussy. Touching my clit sent shivers through my body. As I inserted two fingers inside my slippery sex, my breath shortened and my bosom heaved. On impulse, I tasted myself and offered a taste to Gerald. He greedily accepted my offer and sucked on my fingers.

  Monique and Lisa were at my side, caressing my breasts, squeezing my nipples and kissed my naked behind. I was beyond caring about decorum.

  “Already brown-nosing the new boss?” I asked. I stood up and drew Monique closer to me, ripping off her clothes. “Where lies your loyalty?”

  “With you of course.”

  “Why? Because you get a great salary?” I kissed her on her full lips and kneading her firm tits, effectively smothering her answer.

  Feeling a hot breath from behind on my pussy, I opened my legs to allow Lisa to lick my slit and pleasure my clit.

  “What about me?” moaned Gerald.

  “Give me your cock. Let me suck it for you,” I answered. In no time I had to fulfil my desire of this morning but only because I was suddenly one of the richest women in South Africa. I hated it.

  I broke up our sexual ménage, left my clothes where I dropped them and walked back to my quarters in the lodge. I needed time to think about the events of the past hour. During my shower, I had time to reflect on my desires, Father’s death and my position. Did I really want to lead a huge company in turbulent times or continue my isolation in the bush? Tackling such a task as being a CEO would take guts and fearlessness. As I dried myself, I was overtaken by grief and cried for the time I wasted away from Father. He was such a gentle man and all he wanted
was to give me the opportunity to be the best I could be. Dropping naked on my bed, I buried my face in my pillow, crying.

  I didn’t know how long I laid on my bed, sobbing my heart out, when I felt soft hands on my naked flesh. Monique and Lisa sat on the bed next to me, both naked. “Your father loved you dearly,” whispered Monique. “He wasn’t angry with you. He knew everything you did since you left. He knew you were here and bought this place for you two weeks after you arrived.”

  “But I caused such a scandal with my public display of naked defiance.”

  Lisa took my face in her hands, kissed my tears away and softly said: “He applauded it and he was very proud of you.”

  “When he called to speak with me, I thought he wanted to punish me.”

  “He wanted to offer you the position of marketing,” Monique said, touching my lips with her fingers. I was stunned and my heart broke into a million pieces. How could I have been such a fool? And I thought he didn’t understand my need to be sexually free. I wrapped my arms around Monique and sobbed into her naked bosom. Lisa moved behind me and kissed my neck and caressed my breasts. The two hyenas turned into saviors as they kissed me all over, soothing my heartache with their concern.

  “Why are you doing this?” I asked, as Lisa continued her kissing down to my navel. Why would they be so friendly to me? I was still very skeptical about the motives of people.

  “We loved your father, and he loved us,” whispered Monique as she sucked on my nipple. “Don’t you two want to be the next CEO?” I had to know if this charade was just to get rid of me. But when Lisa sucked my clit into her mouth and pushed three fingers into my wet pussy, I was willing to give up everything for more of her expert mouth and fingers.

  Through my orgasmic build-up, I heard Monique say, “Piet provided for us and made us promise to help you take over Tau Enterprises.” With that she moved to sit on my face, offering her pussy to me. As my orgasm continued to build, I came face to face with an exquisite vulva, smooth, wet and puffy, inviting me to a feast. It had been a while since I tasted another woman’s essence and all I had to do was to stick out my tongue to drink from her fountain. Oh, the joy, the absolute pleasure it was to be able to taste her as the first wave of my orgasm moved across my body and into Monique’s pussy. As Lisa’s tongue entered my sanctum, the ecstasy was so great that I started to sob and cry, tears mingling with Monique’s juices. This was the most sacred experience I’ve had in my life. This was a prayer, a ritual and the universe’s answer to all my prayers in one orgasmic bliss.