The Life of a Prostitute

by Doris Joe

  “Stop teasing me,” I said in a weak and desperate voice.

  I felt his thick cock press against me, slipping up and down between my lips but not entering. “Stop,” I whined. “What?” Jeremy said as he teased me, his thick cock at the entrance of my hole, but not getting inside. I pushed back to get it to pierce me, to enter me, but he pulled away. “What do you want?” Jeremy teased again.

  “Fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside me,” I begged.

  Jeremy slapped his cock against my ass. “You want this?” he said with each slap.

  “Yes,” I begged. “Please.”

  My legs were quivering with anticipation. “Where?” Jeremy asked. No, I thought to myself. It was a huge cock, long and thick. I knew what my body wanted, but my mind was trying not to say it. Jeremy ran his cock through my butt cheeks over my hole. I bit my lip as I tried not to say it. “Where do you want it?” he asked as he slid it back and forth between my cheeks; every time it passed over, I wanted him to push it in.

  I shook my head and tried not to say the word that was on the tip of my tongue, then it passed over again, and all the walls broke down.

  “Put it in my ass, fuck my tight ass with your big black cock!” I screamed. I felt Jeremy grip my hips tightly with one hand and hold the head of his cock at the entrance of my anus. At first, I didn't think it would fit. Then I felt it pierce my hole. Instantly my head buried itself into the table, and my hands gripped the edges tightly.

  “Fuck!” Jeremy bellowed as he pushed his dick into my tight ass. Slowly he began fucking my ass. “So fucking big,” I said out loud, repeating it over and over as I felt it going back and forth. Slowly Jeremy was working his thick dick into my ass inch by incredible inch. “That's it, fuck me,” I said, nodding my head.

  My hand worked itself into a frenzy against my clit. “Fuck my ass, with your fucking cock!” I said as I gritted my teeth.

  Jeremy slapped one cheek with his large hand, then the other. “This big ass was meant for fucking,” he said as he slapped both of them at the same time. Jeremy squeezed my ass with both his hands. I loved how he made me feel. Mark always made me feel like my ass and tits were too big. Jeremy loved them both. I gasped as he made a final thrust, I had taken all of his dick up my ass. I could feel every inch inside of me.

  “Fuck me hard!” I yelled as I pushed back. “Fuck my fat ass!” Jeremy started to do just that; he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked it backward. Then he began pounding into me, thrusting his hips back and forth. I met each thrust with one of my own. “Fuck!” he said as he let my hair go, his arms reaching around as he held onto my tits. His hands rolled and massaged my massive tits with his dick balls deep in my ass.

  “Get on the floor,” he growled at me. I thankfully got on all fours. My legs were burning from standing up. Jeremy pushed me down, so I was flat on the floor. He pushed my legs together as he straddled my ass. He was going to fuck my ass while I was helpless to move.

  Jeremy didn't enter me slowly. He pushed it deep in one hard thrust. I gasped as he thrust his cock into me. “Is this what you want?” he said as he lay on top of me. “Yes,” I whimpered. “Use me,” I said with my face pressed against the hard tile floor. Jeremy was fucking me harder than I had ever been fucked. Then I felt it a kiss on the neck. He was fucking me and kissing me. “Cum in my ass,” I said. “Please.”

  Jeremy thrust his cock deep inside my ass as he pushed his body on top of mine. I felt him cumming inside me. Our bodies stayed still for a moment before he got off of me.

  “You're going to have to help me get up,” I said with a smile. “I can't feel my legs.”

  “What makes you think I can feel mine?” Jeremy replied.

  We both laughed.

  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I sat down as I waited for Edward to enter his office. I had called and set up a meeting with him. Madison was running things at the office. She didn't want to meet with him; none of the others did; they were all scared they might do something or say something they would regret.

  “No entourage?” Edward said as he entered.

  “No,” I replied as I looked straight ahead, not turning around to look at him.

  Edward sat down at his desk and looked at me. “You won,” he said with a smile. “Are you happy?” It didn't feel like a victory; sure, the merger with Madison had put us on the map, so to speak. Marcus and Jennifer had made us the sole model agency for all their businesses. We had work lined up for every week from now until the end of the year, but it still didn't feel like a victory.

  “No,” I said. “Why not?” Edward asked as he sat back. “I am bowing gracefully out of the modeling world. I am selling the company to anyone, you, of course, have the first bidding option.”

  I shook my head as I looked at him. “Option?” “Come now,” Edward shook his head. “I am a businessman, I will not sell it for cheap, I will tear it down piece by piece before I did that. I will sell the models' photos, past and present, to anybody that wanted it, and by that I mean anybody and every picture.”

  My teeth clenched as he said that; there were pictures that most of those models took when they were young and naive; some of them were not meant to see the light of day. I didn't want them to put online for anyone to see.

  “Now, what is your first bid?” Edward said.

  I took a piece of paper out and wrote the number Madison and I had agreed on. I handed it over to him.

  “Sold,” Edward said.

  I couldn't believe it. That was the first bid; we had two other more significant numbers after that one. “What?” I said, shaking my head. Edward was already signing a piece of paper. “Theodore and I go way back, way back even before you were riding your first bicycle, that look you saw us give each other was a standoff,” Edward smiled. “I knew if I didn't back out of his world, his life, he would enter into mine, and right now, I cannot stand the extra competition.”

  Edward stood up and offered his hand. “The company is yours,” he said with a smile.

  I felt like I was shaking hands with the devil himself. I knew it was a hollow victory, and for the life of me, it felt like he had won first prize, and I was taking home the participation award.

  “What about your shadow?” I asked as Edward walked towards the door. “Fire him, keep him, throw him out the window. I don't care, he is your problem now,” Edward shrugged. I looked around my old office, soon to be my new office. I had two buildings now. “What are we going to do now?” I laughed out loud.

  On the way back, something nagged at my mind. I called Mark and quickly explained everything.

  “Am I on speaker?” Mark asked.

  “Yes, but I am alone in my car,” I replied.

  “Take me off,” Mark said.

  “Okay,” I replied as I pulled over and took out my phone.

  “What's going on?” I asked.

  “Edward attempted a buyout of one of our competitors, it fell through badly,” Mark said. “Do you remember Leon?”

  “Yes, the lead you promoted when you got promoted,” I replied as I remembered the jerk's name. He had tried hitting on me a few times.

  “He got fired, so did many others,” Mark said. “Even this expansion office might be taken away if Edward doesn't do something and fast.”

  “Wow, what happened?” I asked.

  “Some unknown person at the other office is stirring up things, he is making a big splash, and no one knows how he is doing it,” Mark said.

  “Mark, you sound scared,” I said, hearing the fear in his voice. “Whoever this person is, he just took one of the largest accounts ever. I mean, every company worth its salt has tried to nail this account, and he got it within days, you hear me, days, not weeks, not months, days, you damn right I am scared, everyone is,” Mark said, his voice breaking.

  I wanted to feel bad or some remorse for Mark, but part of me was jumping for joy. “I am sorry,” I said, but even that felt like a lie. “I got to go,” Mark said. “Don't tell anyo
ne.”

  “Of course not,” I said.

  I put the phone down. Then I picked it back up. I redialed a number.

  “I thought our business was through,” Edward said.

  “It is,” I said with a smile.

  “Then what do you want?” Edward asked; he sounded like he was in a hurry.

  “I hope whoever the competition you mentioned is, kicks your ass!” I said as I hung up.

  I pulled down my sunglasses and pulled back into traffic. Whoever that unknown person was, I was rooting for them, wherever they were.

  I hoped Jeremy was done fucking any of the others. Now that I had got my victory, I needed a good fuck. It was late summer, the weather was still hot and sunny, and Melanie and I were making a long weekend of it. Jake and Sue, the other two parts of our four-member pseudo-family, were away spending a week with relatives in Halifax, so Melanie and I decided to have a date night on the Saturday. There is a local restaurant/bar that serves good food and has live bands on a Saturday night, so that was selected as our destination.

  When we go out on a date during the summer, Melanie always wears some kind of sexy outfit as a treat for me, and she invariably lets me watch her dress so that I can think about what she is wearing, or more accurately not wearing, all night. On this occasion, she donned a white and gold garter belt, white seamed stockings, white ankle-strapped sandals with five-inch heels.

  This was covered up with a pretty peasant print flowing summer dress that came to just below her knees, was belted at the waist, had a row of large buttons all down the front and a scoop neckline that showed just a hint of cleavage. She left several of the bottom buttons undone to allow a flash of leg to mid-thigh. With her waist-length chestnut hair brushed to a shine and just a hint of eye makeup, she looked good enough to eat. No panties. No bra. The material of the dress was sheer enough for the thrust of her nipples to be visible through the fabric as she moved. It was going to be a long, stiff evening as my mind conjured images of what was under that dress!

  We took a cab to the bar and arrived just as the band were opening their first set of the evening. We took stools at the bar and sipped our first drinks as we listened to some good, solid blues-rock. Mel spun her stool and leaned back on her elbows on the bar-top, crossing her legs to display a scandalous amount of long, shapely thigh to maximum advantage.

  “Are you deliberately putting on a show?” I asked with a grin.

  She grinned back. “Of course I am. I've got great legs and I like to show them off. You know that,” she replied.

  “What I know is that you have great everything and you like to show it all off,” I teased.

  Her grin grew into a smile. “Well, there you are then. And think, it's all yours,” she teased back, giving me a saucy wink and letting her hemline ride up a little more to show a hint of stocking tops. The band were really rocking now and Mel dragged me out on to the dance floor. I noticed every male eye in the place turning to her as she swayed her hips and shimmied her shoulders, legs flashing through the open buttons in the front of her dress, breasts bouncing, nipples sliding back and forth under the thin material of the bodice, and that lovely ass in constant, provocative motion.

  Yes, my wife dances like a stripper having a great time. After half an hour of frenetic boogieing, we went back to our bar stools as the DJ took over during the band's break. Melanie undid another button working up from the bottom of her dress before crossing her legs to reveal a bit more thigh, and popped one at the neckline to reveal a little more cleavage, Leaning into me to give me a good look down that cleavage, she justified her actions under the pretext of cooling off after the dancing, but I wasn't buying it. We both knew she was enjoying watching the surrounding guys drool.

  The call of nature took me to the washroom after my third beer. When I returned there was a goodlooking guy standing in my place at the bar, deep in conversation with my wife. I paused a few paces away to size him up. A little below average height, maybe five-eight, slim build, black hair in a shaggy cut, pale skin, grey eyes, even features with high cheekbones, athletic looking. Melanie caught my surveillance but continued chatting to the guy, pretending not to notice, so I strolled over to join them.

  Without missing a beat Melanie greeted me with a smile and said, “Ah, Nick, this is Andy. Andy, this is my husband, Nick.” Andy's startlement at the word “husband” was so exaggerated that I had a hard job restraining a laugh. His eyes bugged wide open, his head snapped back and his mouth worked for a few moments without sound as he desperately sought a response.

  “Ah, er, mm, look, man, I'm really sorry, I had no idea...” he gabbled as he attempted to back up but was foiled by the bar stool that I had been sitting upon earlier and the bar at his back. The poor guy looked so mortified that I took pity on him. Laughing, I said, “Don't worry about it, man. If I was single and saw this beautiful woman sitting alone at the bar I would have taken a shot at it too. No hard feelings.”

  “Really?” he replied. “Well, thank you. Can I at least buy you both a drink as an apology?”

  “That would be great,” I accepted. “And please, stick around. Your company is welcome.” Andy responded with a grin and turned to the bar to order our drinks. I noticed Melanie surreptitiously undo another button from the bottom of her dress, exposing still more leg with some stocking top and the tip of a garter.

  Uh-oh, I thought. Sure enough, Mel quirked one eyebrow up at me in a query, a trick I have never been able to master. I understood the question; she was seeking my approval. I gave the minutest of nods. She smiled hugely and leaned over to give me a peck on the lips.

  I climbed back up on my stool, so when Andy turned back with our drinks he was sandwiched between Melanie and myself, where he could conveniently converse with both of us. As he handed Melanie and me our drinks, I saw his eyes travel up my wife's lovely legs and widen slightly as he took in the fact that she was obviously wearing stockings. By the slight widening of his eyes, I could tell that he was as turned on by that choice of hosiery as most guys are. He was a little tense initially, obviously still concerned about the sincerity of my lack of hostility, but the more the three of us talked the more relaxed he became. It turned out that he was twenty-eight years old and a building contractor by trade, presently working mostly on installing doors and windows for new suburban developments.

  After some fifteen minutes of chit-chat, Melanie said, “Nick and I were just going to order some food. Would you like to join us?” Her legs were crossed and her knee was pointing right at him, giving him an excellent view of her long, sleek, sexy legs and I could tell by the bulge in the front of his pants that he was enjoying the view. So I was not the least surprised by the alacrity with which he accepted the invitation.

  Small beaten-copper tables were scattered around the edges of the room. We selected one next to the large picture window at the front of the bar and ordered a variety of appetizers for all of us to share. The tiny table meant that we were all squished together in a confined space, which gave Melanie plenty of opportunity to get her right thigh up against Andy's left.

  During the course of the meal, with Andy and I both inhaling Melanie's musky perfume and admiring her cleavage as she ate, the conversation became more risque, sprinkled with double entendres and discussions of such things as our various preferences in ladies' lingerie and Andy's ideal female.

  Andy summoned up the courage to ask Mel directly if she was wearing stockings. When her answer was positive he expounded on his love of stockings, garters and high heels and deplored the fact that so few women wear them any more. When Mel smiled her approval and informed him that the stockings and garter belt were the only articles of underwear that she was wearing, he almost choked on his food.

  Melanie slipped her hand under the table to grab what she later described as, “a gratifyingly rock-hard handful," then murmured in his ear, just loud enough for me to hear, “Ah, that was exactly the reaction I was hoping for.”

  Andy's eyes wer
e as large as saucers as he glanced across at me to assess my reaction as Mel continued to massage his groin. I chuckled. Melanie slid her other hand into my lap. The pretty young waitress, who had appeared at our table to clear the debris of our meal, caught the motion, grinned hugely at Mel and gave her a lascivious wink as she walked away with the dishes. Mel flushed prettily. When the band returned for their final set Andy and I took turns dancing with Melanie until the bar closed. As we were leaving the bar, Melanie walked between Andy and me, her hands grasping our upper arms, alternately leaning into each of us as we walked, so that her generous breasts rubbed tantalizingly against our biceps.

  After a few paces, with his bicep snuggled between her breasts, she purred into Andy's ear; “Nick and I are going for a walk in the park, down by the river. Would you like to join us? I promise you will have a really good time if you do.”

  The park in question is a two-minute walk from the bar and is a favourite place of Melanie's for late night, outdoor sex.

  “You want to go into a park at one in the morning?” queried Andy incredulously. “It's closed. And aren't you worried about muggers?” Melanie giggled. “You can't really close a park, silly. And Nick and I have done this many times. The only thing you have to worry about are the cops. They drive through on the footpaths about once an hour, but they never get out of their car, so if you just keep your head down they won't even see you. Come on!”

  Andy grinned like a Cheshire Cat. “You talked me into it. I'm in!”

  “Oh, trust me, you will be,” murmured my slutty wife, giving his bicep an especially long rub with her breasts. The road into the park dips down from the main road that goes past the bar, then makes several swooping curves before reaching the car park by the river. From there a number of asphalt footpaths wend their way through a wooded area out into landscaped lawns that run down to the river. The grassy area is dotted with flowerbeds, ornamental ponds, waterfalls and shrubberies, all centred around a bandstand. The whole area is illuminated by faux antique lamp-posts.