The Life of a Prostitute

by Doris Joe

  “How’s that; not too hard?”

  “Purr… fect.” Applying oil to my legs, he took time to work my supple calves, the tender spot at the back of the knees most men seem to forget, then all the way up to my sexy butt each pleasurable stroke prompting a deep moan of appreciation. I was floating in a half dream state, loving it, wanting it to last forever yet desperate for more. Without prompt I rolled over, legs slightly askew, exposing my glistening labia to his eager eyes. He looked, but pretended he hadn’t noticed. I enjoyed the thrill as his masculine hands moved up my legs and smiled to myself as they avoided my pussy on route to my tummy. His slow, hypnotic circles gradually eased higher and higher towards my breasts.

  Shaking his head as if to clear it, he shuffled down the bed and resumed massaging my legs. He was trying hard to make the evening last as long as possible. He wanted to show off his skills and had planned a long massage before anything erotic. My tiger had other ideas, it wanted more and it wanted it now. In search of satisfaction, my hands found my boobs and tweaked my nipples.

  My skin was so sensitive it seemed an errant breath would send me hurtling to orgasm, and as he worked my thighs, I twisted and arched chasing his fingers, moaning as they got closer to my inflamed lips. In my mind, my pussy was screaming, touch me, touch me now. Seeing my desperation for what it was, he gave up the massage and rescued my breasts from my hands. I gasped as he grazed, then pinched my nipples, my convulsing gaining momentum as I writhed against his teasing fingers.

  Jack re-joined us and the bath didn’t seem to have relaxed him, for he was stiff all over. He later described what he saw as a bouquet of churning flesh. He’d never seen me like this, body arched and thrashing in ecstasy, all reservations dissolved by wine and lust.

  Sliding a hand between my legs Max finally cupped my smooth pussy, his fingers gliding with ease through the silky wetness. Drawing a finger back, he skilfully parted my engorged lips and found my clit, circling it, teasing the moisture over my swollen pearl, making it vibrate like a finely tuned instrument.

  Responding to the rhythm of every moan, he played me like a violin, my moans, cries and sobs his music, the underlying quivers and trembles my tempest.

  “Ei ya mi ya." (Oh my God.) I gasped as he inserted one, then two fingers. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. The overwhelming sensation of his thumb working on my clit as he finger fucked me was almost too much. I gripped his forearm, my fingers turning white as a wave of orgasm hit me from head to toe spiralling through fireworks, to stars then darkness as I cried out and collapsed quivering beside him.

  “Is she OK?” Max whispered. “She is now,” Jack nodded with a smile.

  Eyes closed, chest heaving, I was floating in the after-effect of orgasmic bliss. Jack gently rubbed my feet and as the darkness faded from the edge of my vision, I affectionately squeezed his hand. Sitting beside me, he breathed in the fresh aroma of sex and sent a shiver through my body as he drew his fingers over my glistening pussy.

  “Beautiful,” He whispered.

  In the freshness of our relationship, my juices would ooze at the merest suggestion of sex. Jack’s dream of reopening those floodgates seemed to be working.

  Inspecting his hand, he watched in amazement as my juices dribbled from finger to finger. Raising them to his nose, he closed his eyes and savoured my delightful essence.

  “Nice,” Gasped Max, smacking his lips as if he could taste me. “Would you like a rest?”

  “Nope,” I snapped quickly.

  They laughed. I looked at Jack and a silent message passed between us. The massage ruse had worked it’s magic, this was better than either of us anticipated. Jack returned his attention to my clit, teasing and taunting the engorged bud while I jerked and rocked my hips in time with his fingers. Wanting to show my appreciation, I reached behind me in search of Max’s equipment. The change in position caused my breasts to thrust out proudly. I felt so raunchy, so wanton. Max couldn’t resist them and leaning over, he drew a nipple between his lips teasing and gently sucking them.

  My eyes widened as I found his circumcised cock. It felt so heavy and like a child with a new toy, my spellbound fingers struggled to explore the ridge between his weighty shaft and engorged head. When I raised my head to look, its large bulbous tip sat atop my dainty fingers like a blueberry icecream in a child’s hand. Max kissed me, not a crazed lust-filled kiss of passion, but a kiss of affection. Then the kiss changed and my tongue took on a life of its own, a fierceness he didn’t expect. Responding, he sank a hand under my hair, clutched it in his fist and pulled my mouth tighter to his. Tightening my grip on his cock, I raised it and kissed the tip, tasting, testing, wanting. It was his turn to groan, his buttocks tightening, thighs quivering as I licked around the rim fluttering the tip of my tongue on the magical ‘V’. Driven on by his reaction, I sank my hot mouth fully over him, devouring him; it felt so good, so full like it belonged there. I alternated between gentle stroking and hard sucking, which given the distraction of the attention my pussy and nipples were getting, wasn’t very hard at all.

  With a restraining hand on my tummy, Jack hooked two fingers inside me and violently shook his hand up and down, battering my g-spot. The intensity consumed me, sparks shoot in front of my eyes, my body quaking uncontrollably, making me cry out in ecstasy as another orgasm gripped me.

  Not giving me time to recover, he sank between my legs licking my swollen clit, teasing, sucking it between his teeth and tongue fucking me into a hip quivering frenzy. Unable to concentrate on what I was doing, I gagged on Max's cock, a string of obscenities ripping from me as I shuddered from peak to peak before collapsing onto the bed.

  As the spasms eased, Jack shuffled up beside me and kissed me, the taste of Max’s cock on my tongue, my elixir on his. Pleased with the taste, he pinned my hands above my head and made me squeal as he eased my oversensitive nipple into his mouth, gripped it between his teeth and teased the tip with his tongue.

  "I want to watch as he fucks you. I want you to see your face as his cock fills your pussy. I want to watch as you come," He whispered in my ear. My God, I felt so wanted, so hot.

  With my mind in such a frenzy, I’d almost forgot about Max until I felt him lower himself between my legs determined to explore my sweetness with his mouth, to taste my glory. The feeling of a new tongue sliding around my clit was electrifying. He teased and licked and sucked and teased. Burying his face hard into me he let out a long, low groan, a low rumble that sent an amazing vibration from right up my spine. Shaking, I arched my back unable to stop myself as instantly came against his lips.

  My clit could take no more, I had other needs. Like a devil on heat, I pulled him up and guided his cock towards my raging pussy. "Fuck me, fuck me now," I begged. Filled with anticipation, I held my breath and his engorged mushroom approached my vagina. My pussy hopelessly resisted as he pressed it against me, its huge head forcing its way in. The mixture of pain and pleasure was incredible. He felt so different to Jack, his beautiful fat cock stretched me, filled me like I’ve never been filled before.

  Max raised himself on his arms, a look of disbelief on his face. My eyes followed his to see the trailing fingers of my juices coating his cock and balls like a shimmering silver web intent on never letting him go. Wrapping my legs around his back, I dug my heels into the hard globes of his ass, arching my back high off the bed as I attempted to drag him further and further into me with each galvanizing stroke.

  As we danced the eternal dance, Jack watched with the grin of a Cheshire cat savouring every sight, sound and aroma. Taking hold of my feet, he clasped them tightly together behind Max’s back. The effect was sensational. With every thrust, Max’s pubic bone pounded my clit, his fat cock gaining maximum penetrating as his balls slapped my ass.

  My God, I needed this. With eyes rolling in my head, my cunt absorbed every millimetre Max could give me and the world shrank until it was no larger than our bodies. Every nerve in my body focused on my vagina, on the sensati
on of his cock pumping inside me. This was far better than I could ever have imagined. Everything intensified by doing it with a stranger, by doing it for the first time, by doing something taboo.

  As Max quickened his pace. I couldn’t hear anything but the beat of my heart, couldn’t feel anything, but the pumping of his cock. The charge sent me over the top, my body erupting into a powerful series of orgasmic convulsions. His pelvic bone grinding against my clitoris as he rode through the contractions, my cries.

  As the pulsating subsided, he rolled aside proudly exposing my glistening prism to Jack. Being multi-orgasmic with energy to burn, I was far from finished. Turning over, I got onto my knees and offered my succulent ass to Jack. I felt so wicked, a whore begging for more cock. I wanted him to use me, to treat me like the bad girl I was, to fuck me within an inch of my life.

  Driven by the sight of his wicked wife’s pussy he couldn’t restrain himself and in one powerful thrust slammed his cock right in up to the hilt. Pausing, he drew in a deep breath, basking in the hotness of my used pussy. He’s longer than Max, but not as fat. His eight inches are painfully pleasing and never fail to take me to heaven. Satisfied with the heat and wetness of my well-used cunt, he drove me crazy by slowly gliding in and out.

  “Faster,” I demanded.

  Tightening his grip on my hips, he quickened his pace, the sound of our bodies slapping together reverberating around the room. Pow, pow, pow. Just as I like it.

  “Ei ya mi Ya.” I shook my head from side to side, trying to shake off the fireworks, the stars, the approaching blackness as another powerful orgasm wracking my body. Exhausted, Jack collapsed to one side, the pungent aroma of hot sex assaulting our senses. Max immediately took his place. Holding on to his cock he popped the tip in and out, teasing me, stretching me, driving me wild. Just as I thought I couldn't take any more, he thrust deep into me, making me moan with each stroke. With my whole existence focused on the cock inside me, the world became a timeless erotic blur, a carousel whirling faster and faster.

  Desperately needing something to hold on to, I grasped Jack’s shaft, squeezing in time with Max’s thrusts, pulling him closer so I could clamp my lips around him. Max wasn’t holding back this time. I could feel the pressure building in his cock as he increased his pace, reaming my cunt with his massive head, his fingertips gouging my hips as he fucked me harder, faster. Each thrust forced my mouth further onto Jack’s cock, my moans vibrating through to his balls as they viciously pounded me from both ends.

  Lack of oxygen was muddling my mind. I couldn’t absorb what was going on, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, my whole being was spiralling out of control as two, four, six orgasms worthy of the Guinness book of records, devastated my body.

  "Oh, fuck, yesssssss," Max hissed between clenched teeth as his sizzling seed gushed into me. My God, it felt like he’d tapped a well.

  Quivering, spent, his limbs turning to water, he collapsed on top of me, his hot liquor trickling down my thigh saturating the air with the mixed aroma of hot blistering sex.

  Jack, with eyes transfixed on my swollen oozing sex, tentatively inhaled the scent. “Hmmm … Chanel-de-cunt.” He whispered to himself. Drawn by the creamy broth dribbling from me, Jack’s fingers celebrated our bliss and danced in paradise. I couldn’t believe my eyes as he lifted his glistening fingers and tasted the mix of his wife’s and another man’s essence. Wow… that was hot.

  We lay in the afterglow for a long time, unable to move, not needing to talk. When we finally spoke, it was in metaphorical grunts and moans of appreciation.

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  “Why don’t you stay? I can sleep on the couch,” Offered Max

  With no pressing reason to be elsewhere, either tonight or in the morning, we accepted.

  “There’s no need to stay on the couch,” replied Jack, “The bed's big enough for us all.” Physically and emotionally exhausted, we settled for the night. I cuddled between them, my head in the nook of Jack’s shoulder, my ass towards Max. Once the conversation faded we all drifted off. Sometime later, on the twilight edge of sleep, I sought reassurance it wasn’t all a hallucination. Reaching behind me, I encircled Max’s totem and enjoyed the feel of its strength stirring in my delicate hand.

  Max reciprocated by cupping my moist mound. Lazily and with feather-light strokes, he teased the juices over my clit. I’ve never been touched so lightly, it felt heavenly and I sighed in appreciation. I was still lying across Jack’s chest and the vibration of my groan must have roused him, for he lovingly kissed my forehead.

  Throwing the bedding aside, I drew Jack’s semi-hard cock towards my mouth and blew hot breath over him. "Hmmm… That's good, baby," He moaned, growing to full strength. I love the feel of him in my mouth and over the years, I have got to know exactly what he likes. Waiting for the right moment, I pulled back sharply on his foreskin sending a painful pulse up his spine as I plunged my hot mouth over him and teased the sensitive rim with my tongue.

  “Holy fuck,” He gasped. Fully awake, he seized my hair and thrust in time with my bobbing head. I knew he wasn’t going to last long and quickened my pace, pumping harder, faster, loving the throb of his cock in my mouth.

  A deep groan escaped his lips and I could feel the spasmodic pulse of his approaching orgasm, feel his balls tightening as his hot juices rushed toward my mouth. At the last moment, I released him, giggling with pleasure as a fountain of cum spurted into the air. He collapsed, gasping for breath as I continued to stroke him, extracting a few extra pulsating spurts from his body.

  It had been Max’s turn to watch and now the show was over he increased his attention to my pussy matching the intensity I had shown with Jack. With a thumb pressed against my clit, his fingers delved inside me assaulting my g-spot. My breath was heavy, panting and in seconds I was moaning out loud, so aroused I started to push against his probing fingers, my body chasing release. Unrelenting, he kept up his assault vigorously pounding my g-spot until I was groaning uncontrollably.

  “Fuck me,” I pleaded. Not one to disappoint, he guided his pride and joy between my supple cheeks. Time stood still and I held my breath. Every nerve in my body focused between my legs as he forced his purple balloon against my dainty pussy. My tortured lips tried to resist, agonizing for me, ecstasy for him.

  “Ay ya mi ya,” I cried out, as he tore his way in. His spicy cock searing my insides like nails gouging my back. I love the way he filled me, stretched me, in a painful yet pleasurable way. Was it my imagination? He seemed bigger, harder. Gripping my hips he pounded my arse like he had an itch he couldn’t scratch, his cock assaulting my cunt, gouging me, taking me with a madman’s passion.

  I couldn’t take any more. My eyes rolled back, head shaking, screaming like a wild animal, I began to cum, and cum, and cum. My cries carried him with me, making him thrust harder, faster, his obsessed cock on a mission to tear my cunt apart, riding a wave of destruction. Through clenched teeth, a rasping cry tore from him as he exploded inside me, his pulsing cock hurling hot juices into my sizzling depths. As I lay exhausted, I realised Jack had introduced me to yet another new world, a sweet onion of infinite layers which I had peeled and savoured with increasing delight. I knew my Chinese reservations had gone, my inhibitions shattered forever and was glad of it.

  Jack wasn’t solely responsible for my emerging. Max, with the gentle manner of a gynaecologist to royalty, a connoisseur of cunt had played an equally large role.

  Jack wondered if, now that my tiger has been released, he can keep it on a leash.

  I said nothing, but giggled wickedly.

  I didn't want to get you girls in trouble, in case he called the cops on me for trespassing," I tried to explain my actions from the previous day. I had told them about my visit to Edward's office. “Technically, he can't,” Jeremy said as he looked at me. “He could only file Trespassing if he told you never to come back or kicked you out. Since the three of you signed the papers and willingly left, he can't stop you fr
om entering the building.”

  “I am sure he filed papers today,” I smiled.

  “Well, I am sure he did,” Jeremy nodded.

  “It felt good though,” I smiled. Even though it happened yesterday, I had never felt this good.

  “Steph, you have two visitors,” Sara said over our intercom.

  I looked back out of our office. “No way!” I stated.

  “Get out of here,” Lucy said, standing up.

  “I have no idea who they are,” Jeremy said. “But I will leave you three to handle it.”

  “Jennifer,” I said as I greeted her with a handshake.

  “Marcus,” I smiled as he kissed me on the cheek. Lucy had pulled out two seats for them. Jennifer stared at the two ladies next to me as we sat on the long couch. “Oh,” I said. “These are no longer my assistants. They are my partners, anything you say to me can be said to them.”

  “Congratulations,” Marcus smiled.

  “Thank you,” Lucy and Ginger nodded.

  Jennifer was not impressed, but she rarely was, especially after the Tiffany switch at her show. It had felt like a lifetime ago, but I was sure to Jennifer it felt like it was yesterday.

  “Anyway,” Marcus said, breaking the silence. “The two of us have designs that will be on show in Miami,” he began to speak.

  “A summer wear show, with lots of summer clothes, swimwear, afternoon wear...” Jennifer stated.

  “Lots of skin showing,” Marcus said.

  “Yes,” Jennifer said, rolling her eyes. “It will consist of a combination of both of our designs and a collection of other designers.”

  I nodded. Jennifer handed me a large folder. “Holy,” I began to say as I looked at the names.

  “Yes,” Marcus said.

  “I told you it was too big for her to handle,” Jennifer said.