0 comments/ 23354 views/ 1 favorites Paying For It By: redhot191 God, I am feeling nervous. I am sitting in this hotel lounge, twirling my glass of scotch around and around on the table in front of me. I can not believe I am sitting here...waiting for a date...no...not a "date"...a hooker. A friend of mine told me about this woman he knew who loves sex and wanted to make some extra money fulfilling a fantasy as a hooker. He said he would gladly pay her to sleep with him....but she was his wife's best friend....and his wife is not that open-minded. My thoughts are buzzing in my head when I notice someone come from behind me and stands at my table. Startled, I look up. The woman looks just as startled as we both give a nervous smile. She is taller, with short, brown curls and has that "girl-next-store" look about her. Her face is very cute and as my eyes drift down her body, I notice deep cleavage outlined by the plunging v-neckline of her black dress. She fills out the slinky dress well and it ends high on her thighs, revealing wonderfully shaped, hose encased legs. Her 3.5" blacks high heels completes the picture. "Beth?" I ask as I awkwardly stand and extend my hand. "Yes...Daniel?" "Yes...please...?" I motion towards one of the chairs. Beth glances at the chair and back at me and then towards the door. For a moment her eyes are filled with doubt and I wonder if she is going to just turn and walk out. She takes a noticeably deep breath and then lets it out silently. She turns toward me, a more relaxed smile coming onto her face and she moves towards the chair. As she sits, my eyes are immediately drawn to the bottom of her dress as it rides even higher up her thighs, a flickering of white flesh appearing for just a moment. I settle back down behind my glass. We begin with ordering a round of drinks and then move on to some anxiety-filled small talk. But as we talk, we both relax and the conversation flows more easily between us. Almost simultaneously, we realize our drinks are empty and again, silence fills the air. Our eyes meet and I watch as Beth coyly tilts her head and this sexy smile crosses her face. As we sit smiling, I suddenly realize she is waiting for me to make the next move. "I have a room upstairs for whenever you're ready," I say as calmly as possible. Beth continues to smile, staring deeply into my eyes. "I was not told a price," I mention inquiringly. The smile slips from her lips. Its seems she is not comfortable with answering the inquiry. Taking another deep breath, she leans forward, crossing her arms under her full breasts. Leaning on the table pushes her soft breasts up and it appears they are not far from forcing their way out of flimsy material. I want to dive into the exposed cleavage and feel her soft mounds smothering my face. I naturally lean towards her as she softly purrs, "One hundred dollars and I am yours for the next three hours to do anything you want with." "Deal." As we stroll out of the lounge, I delight in admiring Beth's ass swaying before me. In the elevator, I say "Fuck it" to myself and pull her to me. I press my body against her as my lips seek out her mouth. I can feel her relax against me as I slide my tongue into her warm mouth. We duel with our tongues, rubbing our bodies together in a fit of sudden passion until the elevator comes to a halt and the doors begin to open. I must rearrange myself as the raging hardon I now have makes it difficult to walk. Just as we enter the room, Beth turns to face me. I immediately move towards her but she reaches out with one hand and stops me. With the other hand, she reaches down and grabs my cock through my pants. She has no trouble finding it as I am still hard from the elevator ride. Squeezing me with one hand and holding out the other, she says "Business first." I understand right away, take out my wallet and pull out $100, placing it into her hand. A momentary feeling of disappointment surges up as she releases my cock and walks away, putting the money into her purse. It was at this moment that I realized I had just taken care of my part of the "business" deal. And the feeling of power rushes through me as I remember what Beth said in the lounge, "One hundred dollars and I am yours for the next three hours to do anything you want with." Well, if this is the one time I have a hooker to do anything I want with...let's go for it! Beth spins around to face me. "Anything I want," I say, this time aloud. She hesitates...then smiles, nodding, "That's the deal." "Strip....me" I command. Continuing in an authorative voice, I tell her, "Make sure you kiss and lick my body as you uncover it." And that's just what Beth does. As I stand, she begins softly kissing my lips and then moves down my cheek to my neck. Her kisses feel good and I close my eyes, savoring the sensations beginning to move through my body. Gently, she is unbuttoning my shirt and as she slides it off my shoulders, she kisses her way down my chest, licking each newly exposed area of skin. Her lips trail their way down my chest until I feel her suck a nipple between her teeth, nibbling softly. My head is spinning from the sensations she is eliciting from my body. And again, her hands are as busy as her mouth for as I feel her leave my nipple and lick her way down my stomach, my pants falls to the floor. Her lips move past my cock and she kisses her way down, first one leg and then the other as she completes the task of stripping me. Beth moves up until she is kneeling before my naked body...my hard cock points towards her sweet face. I watch as she wraps her fingers around my shaft and strokes me with a light teasing touch. I am so aroused all can I whisper is, "Suck me." A delightful moan comes from Beth as she brings her mouth closer...parting her lips...encircling the head of my cock with their softness. Excruciatingly slowly, she slides her mouth down the shaft and then retreats back until only the sensitive head remains. I feel more and more of my cock sucked into the velvety soft warmth of her mouth...her tongue dancing across the sensitive underside. On one of the down strokes, Beth pauses and I realize she is rubbing her nose into my pubic hair...my cock is buried in her throat. The feeling is unbelievable! I can see how wet and shiny the cock is as she withdraws it from her mouth. She starts to tease me, swirling the slick head with the tip of her tongue. I reach out and stroke her head, entwining my fingers through her curly hair. Holding her head, I rub the sensitive head of my cock against her smooth cheek. She tilts her head and smiles, almost purring as she slides her face against me. As the head makes it's way towards her mouth, she parts her lips and swallows my entire shaft in one move. I realize that not only is feeling what she is doing to me exciting, but watching her is so hot! Watching her is nearly as enjoyable as the incredible feelings she is producing. Beth grasps my erect shaft and starts to pumps it in and out of her mouth. My body is tensing and the grip in her hair is tightening as she takes my cock in and out of her mouth...sometimes sucking hard and swirling her tongue around my sensitive glans...other times plunging forward, burying me deep in her throat. Her hand is moving faster...using the wetness left each time she drives her mouth downwards...sliding her fist up and down in perfect time with her sucking lips. Placing my other hand on her head, I more firmly pull her face towards me..plunging my hardness in and out of her mouth...closing my eyes, I feel that tingling in my balls....growing stronger and stronger....every muscle in my body tightens and I pull her head back by her hair...holding her still until I begin shooing load after load of come...wave after wave of orgasmic sensations coursing through my body. And as the feelings subside, I open my eyes to see Beth staring at me, her eyes glazed with lust. Her cheeks, nose and chin are painted with my juices. My grip loosens and she dives for my cock. Sending sexual after shocks through me, she slides my still pulsating shaft back into her hot mouth...cleaning me with her lips and tongue. My knees are so weak, I collapse on the bed. Looking over, I have to grin. Beth is still kneeling, a wicked smile dancing on her face...a face dripping with my come. "I'm going to get cleaned-up," Beth laughingly announces. "Then come right back," I add. I lay on the bed, calming down a bit. I can hear her in the bathroom for a few moments. When she comes out and turns off the bathroom light, I realize that the room is relatively dark. I tell Beth to turn on the lights on the desk. Now that I am not as nervous...or quite as horny, I want to take a look at my hooker. Getting out of the bed, I grab my cigarettes on the way to the only chair in the room. I sit and light one. Offering my cigarette, Beth takes a drag and passes it back to me. She stands before me as if waiting to see what happens next. I love her look. Her curly hair...freckled skin across the expanse of her chest and exposed parts of her breasts. The short dress and heels adds to the sexy, wicked appearance. "Strip for me...slowly." I tell her. Beth hesitates as if not really knowing where to start. She reaches behind her and I can hear the clicking of the zipper as she works it down her back. She reaches up and grabs the dress as if she is at home and undressing after a long day at work. "Slowly, I said," I remind her. "I like to be teased" She suddenly smiles as if she understands. Spinning on her heels, she faces away from me. I watch as she pulls opens her dress, exposing the soft white, freckled skin of her back. She slowly slips the dress off her creamy shoulders, letting it slide down until it hangs on her nicely rounded ass. "Turn around" I command. Her breasts comes into view as she turns to face me. They are large and look wonderfully soft. Her lighter colored nipples are hard and I want to lean forward to suck them into my mouth. But I remind myself to take my time. Hell...I paid for it. Beth watches as I stare at her beautiful tits. I can see her look down and I realize my cock is starting to twitch and harden again. She smiles...noting the effect she is having on me. Almost with a coy reluctance, she moves her hands up, sliding her fingers over each breast. Staring into my eyes, Beth lifts and molds her breasts between her fingers...occasionally, stopping to pinch her hard nipples. I can hear a moan escape from between her lips as she pulls and squeezes the stiffening nubs. She closes her eyes as her head rolls backs, exposing her throat in lustful vulnerability. I must stop myself again from jumping out of the chair and ravaging my luscious hooker. I resign myself to the fact that I want to enjoy every minute of this night and need to just sit back and enjoy the show. Beth reaches down and works the dress over her hips, letting it fall in a puddle of material at her feet. She quickly kicks it aside and stands before me in her black heels, thigh high hose and black panties. Beth steps closer, bending forward, and brings her lips to mine for a long passionate kiss. She pushes her tongue into my mouth as my hands find her tits...squeezing and rolling the nipples against my palms. Beth stands and raising her breasts up, pushes them into my face. The soft smooth mounds cover my face in their warmth as I immediately start to kiss and lick her cleavage. She slides her tits around my face, rubbing the nipples across my lips as I try to capture as much of the flesh into my mouth. As I draw one of her hard nipples into my mouth, I run my hand up her thigh and find a very wet patch of material covering her pussy. My hand presses harder, pushing the material into her wetness as I hear her breathing get shallow. Now, its my turn to tease. I grab her mound, firmly massaging my palm against her. I notice she spreads her legs as her hips begin moving on their own, grinding into my hand. The expression on Beth's face is one of lust as her eyes slowly close. My hand is getting covered with her juices as they flow freely from her body and saturate the thin black material of her panties. Grabbing the flimsy material, I pull it together and work it into her...the wet material easily sliding between the lips of her clean shaven pussy. I work the soaked panties up and down, through her juices and parted lips, stimulating her aroused clit . A soft but deep moan is heard escaping from Beth's lips as I repeat this again...and again. The friction to her clit is driving her closer to orgasm. Her body is becoming flush and she must use my shoulders to steady herself. And as she appears to be on the verge of climax, I stop...hearing a sigh of disappointment...frustration. Releasing her panties, I grab her hips and spin her around. Faced with her lovely ass, I grab the waist band of her panties with both hands and rip them from her body. Beth seems startled, but before she can say anything, I bend her over, grip her hips and bury my face into her wet pussy. I work my tongue into her sweet juices, licking her at a feverish pace...jamming my stiff tongue up into her opening. I feel her sway forward as her knees weaken so I wrap one of my arms around her thighs and pull her more fiercely against my relentless tongue. Having a mind of it's own, my tongue moves higher and seeks out the opening of her ass. I lick the crevice hiding her treasure until it spread open under the pressure and I am able to spear her ass with the tip of my tongue. I tongue fuck her ass, feeling it open up to me with each thrust. My face is shiny with our combined wetness as are the cheeks of her ass. Without slowing my oral assault, I slide first one, then two fingers into her pussy. Beth is rocking back into my tongue and hand now, trying to fill her. I pull my face back and without removing my digits from her pussy, I slide a wet finger into her relaxed ass. As I start pumping my hand in and out...opening her up...I lean back to see my hot, horny plaything. The picture is so hot. Beth bent over...her tits swaying back and forth...the cheeks of her ass quivering as my fingers drive wetly in and out of her openings. Her breathing is ragged and she is obviously climbing towards her climax. This is all too much for me take. I suddenly yank my fingers out of her...and push her down onto the bed face up. I spread her legs open and position myself between her thighs. I place my cock at her opening and drive into her with one motion...grinding my pubic hair against her smoothly shaven mound. Beth's legs fall further apart as I roll her hips up and off the bed, towards her tits. I start pounding into her with all of my strength...fucking my hooker as she has not been fucked before. Having one orgasm already, I feel like I can fuck all night. My cock feels harder than I can remember as my hips bang over and over against the softness of the Beth's ass. That gives me an idea!!! I pull out of her...my cock coated in her wetness. I roll her over onto her stomach and lift her hips up until she is on her knees...her beautiful ass presenting herself to me. Reaching between her legs, I cover my fingers in her juices and slide two of them into her ass. Her tight opening clamps down on my fingers at the sudden invasion, but I can feel her relax as I massage her sphincter. Beth begins moving back and forth against my finger, sliding her ass onto them. Once she is relaxed, I pull my fingers out, only to replace them with the head of my cock. With on lunge, I feel the head of my cock pop slip through her remarkably tight opening. I grab her hips and slowly but persistently press my hard shaft into the her. She tries to move away a bit, but I tighter my grips on her rounded hips. "Anything! You said ANYTHING" I remind her, accentuating each word with a thrust forward. Beth stops trying to pull away and I push my cock as deep into her ass as I can reach. Beth is motionless and silent...my cock buried in her ass. I slowly pull my rock hard shaft back, watching as it slides out of her incredibly tight hole. And as I lean forward, I feel her body giving way as I slice into her. The feeling is undescribable as her hot ass grips my shaft. Gently, I begin sliding in and out...stroking her ass with one hand...running my fingers up and down the expanse of her back. I can feel her relax as she begins to match my thrusts, pushing back against me, swallowing every inch of my cock with her body...rotating her hips around and around...rubbing her delicious ass against my thighs and then slipping forward again. My hands find their way down past her ribcage until they have each captured one of her breasts. Squeezing the soft flesh causes a lusty moan to escape from between her lips. Her hard nipples rub against my palms and we begin a steady rhythm as I slide in and out of her hot orifice. I reach down and bring one of her hands back between her legs, resting it on her shaven mound. Beth understands and I can feel her fingernails graze my balls as she starts to rub her wetness. And as her fingers speeds up their motion, so does the rest of her body. She is rocking back harder...faster...burying me deep inside her. Her head falls forward and leaning up, I grip her hips and speed up our rhythm. I do not know how much longer I can take any more so I begin to piston in and out of tight ass. The sounds of hips banging together fill the room. I can feel myself building as the tension in my balls become almost unbearable. And suddenly now a animal groan comes from the beautiful woman under me as she quivers and shakes...her orgasm consuming her. And that is all I need to push me beyond any limits. I pound into her with all my strength until I feel my body stiffen and I must....I can't....hold....back! Completely buried in her ass, I explode...shooting load after load...cumming like a wild animal...the muscles of her ass milking the come out of me fills my universe. Nothing exists but the carnal pleasure my hooker has overwhelmed me with. ********************* After collapsing, we lay together on the bed, catching our breath. I turn to smile when suddenly Beth looks at that clock. "Your three hours are up. I'm going to take a shower." she announces matter-of-factly. Exhausted and satisfied, I drift off to sleep hearing the water running. The next thing I know, it's morning...and I awaken to an empty room. Paying For It I walk into the quiet hotel bar. Just a couple of people at one table and I see you at the bar with an older gentleman sitting several bar stools down from you. From a distance I watch your sexy legs, watching you dangle your high heel from your toe. You nurse your drink slowly, making small talk with the bartender. Talking about work, news, and the football game that will be on soon. I order my drink, trying to keep my eyes off of you. But I realize it is no use. The bar is too quiet and I am fixed on your body. When the waitress come back for my second round, I ask her to send you another as well. She gives me a wink and says she can take care of that for me. A couple of minutes later, the bartender hands you a drink and motions my way. You turn and see my eyes fixed on you. You flash a quick smile and turn back to the bar. Disappointed, I turn back to my drink, but I still cannot get your legs and body out of my mind. I look up again and I catch you peeking at me. Finally realizing, you have been watching me using the mirror behind the bar. I finish my drink and walk up to the bard next to you, asking the bartender to settle up. You turn and smile, "Leaving so soon?" I smile back, "Well it is kinda sad to drink alone." You reach for my hand on the bar, sliding yours against it. "Well you know there is no reason for both of us to be alone." "If I didn't know any better, I might think you are inviting me to sit with you," I reply. "Actually, I was kind of hoping to join you in your booth. These bar stools area a little rough after working all day." I order us another round and escort you back to the booth. You sit across from me. I am fixed on your beautiful blue eyes as we make some small talk. "It sure would be nice to know your name though," you say. "I am Tony. What about you?" "My friends call me AJ. "So what about a strange man you just met in a bar?" "That depends," you say with a smile. "Strange men in general can call me not interested. You in particular, well, I have a few ideas about that too. But for now let's start with AJ." We talk a bit more, have a couple of more rounds. As I look up and see the football game kicking off, I realize I am going to kick myself in the ass for this, "Sweetie, it is getting late, I really should be going." I motion to the waitress for the check. "So soon you ask?" with a little pout. As I feel your toes creep up my calf. I hesitate a bit, "Do you have something else in mind?" You get up from your side of the booth and whisper in my ear. "Pay for the drinks and I will be right back." You kiss my ear a bit before you pull away. I pay our bill and wait. You come walking back to the booth with a purpose; you grab my hand without saying a word leading me down the hall to the elevator. As the doors close you turn to me, kissing me deeply, your hand moving to my belt and thigh. Pressing yourself tight against me, you moan a bit as your tongue explores my mouth and your hand caresses my stiffening cock through my pants. You break our kiss just before the bell announces the floor, turning your back to me; you press your ass against as your wrap my arm around your waist. As the doors open slowly, you grind your hips a bit. Still holding my hand, you lead me out and down the hall. You smoothly pull a key card from your purse, swipe it and have us in the room quickly. You walk in and sit me on the bed. Sitting down across from me, crossing your legs, showing me the top of your lace-top stockings, "You know why we are here right?" "Well AJ, since you got us a room here, I expect you are not here to play cards." You smile again, "so cute and so naïve. I will be nice. Since it is a Monday and it is slow, I will only charge you $200." I hesitate, still fixed on your eyes, I stammer a bit. You stand up, walking over to me, running one hand along my head, my ear, my neck. You begin unbuttoning your blouse showing your sheer black bra. You lean into me, kissing me deeply. You whisper to me, "Don't worry about a thing for now. Just sit back and relax." Dropping to your knees, you make me stand and step out of my pants and remove my shirt. Kissing my thighs, you sit me back down and tell me there area few rules. "First, you have to keep your eyes open and watch me," you purr as you caress me. "Second, only you can tell me if I am doing well. And I want the encouragement," you add while licking my length. "Third, I HAVE to hear you cum," you say as you kiss on the tip. Sitting up, I run my fingers through your soft hair as you tease, lick and caress me. Moaning as I tell you how good your mouth feels, my breathe quickens as you take all of me in your hot, wet mouth. My hands fall back to help me keep my balance. Without missing a beat, you stare into my eyes and grab my right hand, placing it back on your head. As I run my fingers through your hair again, I feel you moan through my cock. Your pace quickens, as my moans grow louder. I grab your hair a bit harder as your eyes watch me, almost daring me. Without saying a work, I feel you slow a bit. Sitting up a bit, kissing me and nibbling my neck, you whisper, "I can't let you finish too soon. That takes all of the fun out of it for me." You direct me to the back of the bed so I can sit up with my legs out. You crawl up the bed toward me, pressing your body against me every bit of the way. Your skirt is pushed up and I can see your ass and thong peaking out at me in the mirror behind you. You start back at my lips, kissing your way down my neck, my chest, my stomach. Playfully teasing my cock, you watch me as you lick the tip. "Do you wonder how slutty I am to meet you a couple of hours ago and have your cock in my mouth already?" I smile at you, feeling your hair more. Not really responding. You stop and glare at me, "I want an answer damn it. Tell me how slutty I am." Finally understanding, I correct my tone. I grab your head and push it back down. "Just suck my cock you bitch. You know you are not here to here me talk." Directing your motions more with my hand on your head, I feel one of your hands on my balls and I realize your other hand has moved between your own thighs. From the mirror, I see your fingers slip into your panties. "Yeah! That is is AJ. MMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm god yes. You are a very good little cock sucker. Finger your cunt while you suck me. Let me feel you moan and cum with my cock in your mouth," I growl to you. My moans grow louder again, as do yours. You keep varying your pace, sucking, and licking stroking my cock. Taking my full length into your mouth. My hand still on your head, now pulling your hair more than directing. I pull a bit harder. Your moans become more pronounced and I say, "Oh yes. Get ready you little whore. You know you want me to explode and send my load down your throat. I am so fucking close. Come on baby. Make me cum in your slutty mouth." Your pace quickens and one of your hands grips my thigh tightly. I see your finger working feverishly in the mirror. Your ass looks so fucking amazing. After focusing on my tip, you slide down firmly and tightly on my shaft, taking all of me in your mouth again. Unable to hold back, I call out your name as I pull your hair more. I feel you moan through my cock as your mouth milks my load of cum. Pulling you up to me, kissing you deeply, tasting a bit of my juice still on your tongue. I reach around unhooking your bra. My hands move to your firm tits, squeezing and teasing your already hard nipples. I push your skirt completely up to your hips pull your thong to the side as you straddle my wet stiffening cock. Breaking our kiss to suck and nibble your nipples a bit, my hands move to your ass to position you directly over my cock. My cock slips between your wet pussy lips easily. With the head sliding back and forth with my grinding hips, teasing your sensitive clit. "Do you like that AJ?" Do you want to cover my cock with your cum like this? Is this enough attention for a slut like you? My hands on your ass? My mouth on your tits? My cock on your clit?" I demand. Grinding your hips harder, I feel your wetness dripping from your cunt. You toss your head back moaning loudly as you shiver from another orgasm. I am grinning as you lean down, kissing me, sucking on my tongue a bit. Not breaking our embrace, I roll you onto your back, pin your hands above your head, position myself between your thighs, with my cock pressed against your wet pussy, just teasing you. I feel your stocking covered legs intertwine with mine. You try to coax me into slipping in you deeper, but I resist, allowing just the tip to tease you. "This is how you want it don't you? Defenseless? Under me? Taking and using you like the slut you are?" I ask as I slowly penetrate you further. "Keep your eyes open. I want you to watch me using your pussy," I say teasingly as my cock is finally completely in your tight cunt. Sliding out slowly, I moan about how great you tight pussy feels. Leaning down, taking a nipple in my mouth, with one more long, slow, smooth stroke of my cock in you, I tell you, "It's a shame you cannot have it yet. I cannot fuck you until I taste you." You sigh in frustration, begging me to fuck you. "In due time sweetie. I will me making love to you, just with my tongue first," I add as I trail kisses down you neck, to your nipples, to your stomach and your thighs. Settling between them, placing your stocking legs over my shoulders, I start slowly, kissing and licking your thighs up and down your moist lips. Finally slipping my tongue in your wetness. I moan loudly, "God AJ, you taste so good!" I move a little quicker to your clit, circling and sucking it. I feel your hands on my head, directing me as you grind your hips. Your moans and words are encouraging me even more. My tongue explores all of you. Up and down, you feel me tease your ass and enter your pussy a bit before going in farther and faster. Then back to your clit to suck and tease and kiss before repeating the tour. Begging you to cum for me, I focus on your clit. "MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmm yes baby. You taste so fucking good. Cover my tongue, cum hard all over my face." Practically on cue, I feel your body shake as you scream out. I feel your pussy tighten on my tongue as it enters you to taste all of you. Making you cum so hard and so loud just encourages me more. I move quickly between your thighs. Kissing you hard, my cock slides into you easily. Your legs wrap around mine, keeping us in unison. Long, hard, deep strokes. I feel you squeezing my cock with your pussy. Looking into your eyes, I tell you I will not be able to hold back much longer. That seems to encourage you more. "Oh yes Tony, God I want to feel you explode again. I want to feel you shooting in me!" Our hands are exploring each other as our bodies are in rhythm. I tell you to watch me; I am so close, pulling you tight against me. I feel my cock spasm. I let out a deep moan, quickly followed by your own screams of passion. Staying pressed close against you and still deep in you, I lean down to kiss you completely and softly. I whisper in your ear that a whore like you probably hates sappy lovemaking. You probably are aching to be fucked. To be taken and used like the little slut you are. Leaning back I grab one of your legs, turning you over on to your hands and knees. I caress your little ass and thighs a bit. Seeing a bit of our cum drip out of you. I let my fingers tease you a bit. Telling you how good you feel and taste as lick them clean. Finally I grab your ass firmly my thumbs pulling at you a bit, I slip my cock in your tight, cum-soaked cunt. Long, hard, deep strokes, I bark to you, "Squeeze my cock you whore. I want to hear you moan louder. Make your cunt tight for my cock. You know this is how you want to get fucked!" When I don't believe you were not trying hard enough, I take one hand and give your ass a smack, reddening it a bit. Your moans encourage me that you need a couple more. This time, I squeeze hard with one hand on your ass and slide the second up your back pulling your hair. Feeling your hips meet mine on every thrust, I cannot believe I feel another orgasm coming on. "Oh God AJ, I am going to cum again. God baby. I want to shoot it all over you. Cover your ass in cum like the whore you are. Come on my little slut, beg me for it," I demand. Without hesitation, you breathlessly scream for me, "Please Tony, shoot it all over me. Shoot on my ass. Treat me like your whore. Please cover my ass baby." I pull out my slick cock covered in your slick cum, rub it against your ass a bit. On hand moves to your pussy while my other hand strokes my cock, which almost immediately spills all over your ass. As my load drips down your ass to your pussy, my fingers keep working your pussy. I hear you muffled screams as you bury your face in the pillow beneath you. Both out of breathe and physically spent, we fall back on the bed together. You snuggle up to me, wrapping your arm around me and resting your leg on mine, kissing my neck softly. One of my arms drapes your back, caressing it gently, the other holds yours resting on my chest. So comfortable, so relaxed, I doze off a bit. Waking a bit blurry-eyed, I realize I really need to get home. Fortunate that my wife was out of town for the night, getting in this late will not get me into too much trouble. I snuggle you for a quick kiss, enjoying another look at your sexy body as you sleep peacefully. I get up, silently gather my clothes, dress and leave you a quick note. The sun peaks through the shades as you try to gain your bearings where you are, suddenly you hear your cell phone ringing. Stumbling naked to your purse, you realize it has already gone to voice mail. A smile crosses your face as you begin to remember your night. Seeing a note on the desk, you read it. "AJ, Never sell yourself short. Regard, Tony" Under it are five crisp $100 bills. You smile a bit more, grabbing your phone as you crawl back in bed with a room service menu. You check your voice mail, just 1 new message. "Good morning Adriane. It is Tony. You asked for a wake up call this morning. You are probably in the shower or something. Anyway, I am on my way to work. Hope you didn't work too late last night. I know this project has been a lot of work for you. I look forward to getting you home tonight so I can show you how much I appreciate all you do. Have a great day. Love you sweetie!" Paying For It Thanks to kbate for correcting my flawed grammar and helping to make this story read much more smoothly than it otherwise would have. Brian's heart pounded in his chest as he drew closer to the black door. Walk past or go in? It was decision time. He paused for just a moment, staring at the door in front of him. Nothing about the door indicated what went on behind, but everyone knew. He wiped a sweaty palm on his jeans, and stepped forward. Everyone knew what happened behind this door; if he stopped for too long everyone would know why. Still time to walk by; he didn't have to go in, he wanted to go in. His step faltered and he suppressed a shiver as he pictured again, what would happen if he entered. He started down the steps toward the door, his shoulders hunched, his eyes down, not daring to look around, certain that people were watching and judging. He jabbed at the buzzer and then waited impatiently, shifting from foot to foot and feeling more and more exposed with every passing second. How many people were watching him now, knowing exactly what he was. He closed his eyes, a shudder ran through his body and his cock stirred in his pants. He couldn't believe it had come to this, but he needed this so much. A harsh buzzing noise startled him and he opened his eyes. A soft click followed and he pulled the door open and stepped inside. * * * An overweight man behind the counter smiled at Brian; a smile that never reached his disinterested eyes, an expression that bespoke boredom and nothing more. Brian felt some of the tension in his body easing as he stood in the dark entranceway. Straightening up, he looked at the fat man and tried to hide his revulsion at the greasy hair and tattoos. He licked his lips, uncertain what to do next. The fat man studied Brian for a moment and evidently decided that he was no threat to anyone. "Through that door," the fat man nodded his head toward a battered looking door. "Make yourself comfortable. A few girls are available this afternoon," his face contorted into a crude leer. Brian's cheeks heated on hearing this blatant statement; he found he was glad for the gloomy darkness of the entranceway. Not entirely trusting his voice, he nodded to the fat man and shuffled to the battered door. The door creaked loudly as it opened, causing him to wince. He stepped through into a warmly lit room and glanced nervously around as the door shut behind him. The room's furniture was surprisingly nice, but appeared well used. In one corner, a TV set played and several scantily clad women sat on sofas watching. They all turned to look at him as he entered and Brian felt his cheeks reddening. The women appeared unconcerned by the way his hungry eyes studied them. One of them, a short blond woman who Brian guessed might be thirty, rose gracefully to her feet and walked over to him, smiling the smile of a professional hostess. Brian drank in her curvaceous body, well displayed by her thin, silky nightgown. He licked his lips again while watching her breasts jiggle as she approached. His face felt like a furnace and he was certain it must be bright red, but the woman showed no reaction to his face, or his leering stare. He felt his cock pressing against his jeans and prayed that it wasn't too obvious. "Hi, I'm Amber. Have you been here before?" the blond woman asked, seeming completely at ease despite her skimpy attire. 'Obviously a fake name,' Brian thought. "Ah, no," he managed to gasp, completely flustered by the proximity of her chest. The briefest of condescending smiles flickered over Amber's face and Brian felt his cock twitch again. "Well then," Amber paused, obviously waiting for him to say something. Brian gazed at her stupidly for what felt like hours before he realized what she was waiting to hear. "John!" He blurted a little too loudly. She wasn't the only one who could use a fake name. The same smile on Amber's face again; she knew. He resisted the urge to wipe the sweat from his palms again. "Well then... John," the pause before his name was accompanied by just a hint of a smirk, "Why don't I show you around?" Without waiting for his answer, she turned and walked through a doorway on the far side of the room. Brian followed, his eyes now drawn to the swaying curve of her ass, so clearly visible against the thin silk of her underwear. Amber led the way down a dimly lit hallway and into a brightly lit changing room. She turned smoothly as she came to a halt in the middle of the room and a smile flitted across her face as she caught here Brian's eyes had been focused. "There are showers here for you to freshen up," she gestured with one hand, her eyes now studying Brian curiously, "and you can put your clothes an empty locker." She pointed again, her eyes boring into him. Brian nodded and started unbuttoning his shirt. "So eager!" Amber let out a peal of laughter and Brian felt his face redden again, "We have changing rooms over there baby." She pointed to a row of curtained cubicles behind him. Blushing, Brian hurried over to a cubicle and pulling the curtain closed, he shut his eyes and tried to calm his pounding heart. 'She's just a whore,' he told himself, 'You're paying her to do what you want.' Taking a deep breath, he removed his clothes, with trembling hands he pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the bench. When he was naked, he peered cautiously around the curtain. Finding no sign of Amber or anyone else, he scampered over to the shower, feeling incredibly vulnerable. Safely inside, he turned on the water and closed his eyes, trying to relax. The sound of the curtain opening jolted him back to reality. Instinctively he reached down and covered his crotch. Amber stood in front of him holding a white robe. "Something for you to wear when you come out to join us," she said. "Unless there's something you'd like them all to see?" She looked deliberately at Brian's hand covered crotch. Brain's cheeks heated again, "Um, thank you." Amber looked up, a curious look on her face, "No need to be so shy baby. We all know why you're here, after all." She grinned and he felt his face flushing even redder. Amber thrust the white robe against his chest and he quickly held it up blocking her gaze. Amber looked him up and down for a moment, and then giggled, "Come on out when you're ready baby. Take your time. You can pick any of the girls who take your fancy," she paused again, her eyes studying his face, "If you ask nicely, I might even say yes." She grinned before turning and walking away. Brian pressed the robe against his stirring cock. * * * The women watched closely as Brian re-entered the lounge room wearing only the robe. He fought the blush spreading over his cheeks as their eyes scanned him. Unconsciously adjusting the short toweling robe, he chose one of the free seats and sat down. Even though all the women were wearing less than he was, he felt terribly under-dressed. Amber grinned at his obvious discomfort and sauntered over to him. "Can I get you something to drink?" She asked. "Ah, just a juice. Thank you," Brain said, clearing his throat. He glanced at the other women. They remained in their seats but were now all sitting up and seemed to be paying very close attention to him. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to think of something clever to say, trying not to stare at all the flesh on display, trying not to expose himself to their view. Amber returned with his juice, leaned forward and handed it to him. When he reached for the glass, he realized he was staring directly at her cleavage. She remained in that position for a moment, her eyes locked on his face and a knowing look in her eyes. Without taking his eyes from the luscious mounds of her breasts, he raised his glass to his mouth and took a gulp of the juice. "See anything you like?" Amber teased. Brian took another gulp of juice. Amber gave him another appraising look, waiting. "Ah... Would you... Um... Please would you massage me?" Brain forced the question out. Amber smirked and he heard giggles from some of the other women. His cheeks flushed again. "Well you did say please, just like I told you to," Amber teased, "I like an obedient boy. Follow me." She didn't wait for him to get up, certain that he would follow. She walked into the hallway at the back of the room. Brain stood, tugged the robe tighter, and with his face was bright red he trotted after Amber, accompanied by amused giggles from the other girls. Their amusement caused his cock to twitch and grow. Amber led Brian down a short flight of stairs into another hallway and from there into a dimly lit room, half filled by a king-sized bed. She walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, propping herself up with her arms so that her chest was thrust forward. Brian gulped, he knew he was staring at her breasts, but he was unable to resist. Amber watched him with an almost mocking smile. "Close the door baby, unless you want an audience? That costs extra, you know." Brian hurriedly closed the door, his cheeks still bright red. "Is that what you're into?" Amber watched him closely, "Come on baby, what's your kink. You can tell me." Brian blushed, and fidgeted as he stared at the half-naked woman lounging on the bed. "Come here baby," Amber crooked her finger at him, and he found himself walking toward her. As he drew close, she reached out, ran her hand down the robe and tugged the belt loose. "Let's see what it is you want me to 'massage'," she giggled. Pulling the belt out of its loops, she flipped the robe open. Amber stared for a moment, and then giggled before hastily smothering the laugh. Brian's cheeks burned with shame at the sound of her laughter. His cock twitched and hardened, now free of all confinement and open to her gaze. Amber quickly schooled her features, then looked again at his exposed cock. "Well I wasn't expecting that ... John," he noticed the hesitation as she spoke his name, but his mind was on other things. "No wonder you're so shy. Is this why you had to come here?" She couldn't quite keep a note of derision out of her voice. Brian closed his eyes in shame. "Oh don't worry baby. You're not the only guy with a small cock," Amber cooed. Brian groaned and his cock twitched again. Amber watched his reactions with growing amusement, "Although this might be the smallest little dick I've ever seen." Brian gasped, his cock throbbed and Amber's grin was triumphant. "It's a nice... little... cock," she cooed, "and you like being told that don't you? You like it when I say you have a baby dick. You like me staring at your little prick." She rose to her feet and slipped behind him. Leaning in with her lips close to his ear, her body almost but not quite, touching him, she whispered, "I knew you were a dirty pervert from the way you couldn't stop blushing. It was only a matter of time before I discovered your little kink." She giggled again, making no effort to hide her amusement. Brian gasped. "So what do you want? Huh, little dick?" Amber's voice became harsh and demanding, "You want me to rub your mini-prick? Can't get a girl to touch a cock that small?" Brian shuddered; his eyes squeezed shut, her words assaulting him. "Say it," Amber hissed. "I... I want you to touch me," Brian gasped. "Touch what?" "My cock." "Your what?" Amber smirked. "My... little cock," Brian whispered. Amber laughed, "Sure honey. All you have to do is pay. Women don't play with cocks that tiny for fun. But you knew that," she laughed coarsely, "That's why you came here isn't it?" Brian shuddered, his face crimson with embarrassment. He wanted to argue, to tell her she was wrong, but he was here wasn't he, and his cock was begging for attention. Suddenly she was back in front of him, the look on her face all business. "I can rub you for $100." In emphasis, she reached down and very gently ran her fingertips over his stiff cock. Brian gasped, his whole body going rigid. "Or we can have some tongue action for $150," she grinned as she said it, her tongue darting out to lick her lips ever so quickly. "That seems um, expensive," Brian struggled to regain control of this conversation. Amber just shrugged, "You can always jerk your baby prick at home honey." Brian bit his lip. She was taking advantage of him he knew, but it was hard to think clearly right now. "Now, if you want more than that," she continued, "We'll just have to negotiate. Assuming you don't cum too soon." "Um, a rub will be fine," Brian managed to squeak. Amber sighed, "Very well." She held out her hand and he stared at it in confusion. "Pony up little dick," she snapped. "Ah... um," Brian stuttered, thoroughly embarrassed, "I... ah, thought I paid afterward." Amber shook her head, "If you want me to rub that little cock of yours, you're going to pay first. You do have the money, right?" Brian nodded, "Yes, In my locker upstairs." "Then let's go, Tiny." Amber casually looped the belt of Brian's robe around his neck and gave it a tug. Brian found himself stumbling along behind her as she led him out of the room and back up the stairs. As she dragged him along, he struggled to hold the robe closed with one hand. Amber's steps took them back to the changing room, which to Brian's horror wasn't empty. A skinny brown haired woman was showing a large middle-aged man the facilities. They turned and stared at Brian as Amber led him into the room. He pulled the robe tighter around himself. "Which is your locker?" Amber asked, ignoring their stares. Face flushed, Brian pointed silently at one of the lockers, trying not to look anyone in the eye. "Well," Amber said impatiently, "open it." Brian reached into the robe's pocket to pull out the key, as he did so the front of his robe fell open. He tried to pull it closed again, but Amber reached out and stopped him. "I'm sure they've both seen dicks before," She said, smirking. "Now hurry up and get the money before your little dickie goes soft." Brian bit his lip, burning with shame, but he somehow he couldn't resist this manipulative woman. His dick was doing anything but getting soft. All he could think about was Amber's hands pressing against his shaft. He unlocked the door and pulled it open, but when he leaned forward to get his wallet, his robe opened further. He forced himself not to look over at the audience; maybe they couldn't see anything from over there. He pulled his wallet out and opened it to get the money, but again Amber's stopped him, "Bring it with you baby. You're going to need it." Her grin was triumphant, "Oh, and leave the robe, you won't need it." Brain stared at her in horror, his brain rejecting her words. Amber's grin turned into a sneer, "Think of it as a reminder to bring your wallet next time you come to visit me baby. Little dickie does still want my attention doesn't he?" She reached over and oh so gently brushed her hand over his cock head. Brian gasped, his cock twitched in response to her touch. "Course he does," Amber continued, "so leave your robe. You weren't shy about showing me your dicklet. Now it's time to let everyone else see it too!" Brian could feel beads of sweat forming on his overheated face. He glanced at the audience, and closing his eyes in shame he struggled free of the robe, allowing it to fall to the floor. A snort made him open his eyes again. The skinny woman tried to keep her expression blank, but laughter showed in her eyes. The middle-aged man didn't even try to conceal his contempt, but laughed openly. "Come along little boy," she ordered. Brian followed her out the door. As they left, he heard the mutter of conversation, closely followed by bursts of laughter; humiliation coursed through his veins, hot and shameful. His cock throbbed painfully. "Close the door," Amber instructed when they reached her room, "I see your teeny-weeny is still hard. Did you like showing your little cock to total strangers?" Brian closed the door, cheeks scarlet with shame, but he couldn't deny his cock. Amber took the wallet from his hand and wandered over to the bed; she sat down, opened it and leafed through. "Kacey has a big mouth you know," she said conversationally while pulling bills from his wallet, "she'll tell the other girls as soon as she gets a chance." Brian fidgeted uncomfortably. "Three hundred, not bad. You really needed to cum didn't you?" She said. Brian, watching her, bit his lip. Amber snorted, "Jesus, you can't stop staring at my tits can you pervert. Fine, that's your first fifty." Reaching up she slipped out of silk top she was wearing, leaving only her bra and panties. "Do you want me to stop baby?" She mocked. Brian shook his head and she deftly unsnapped her bra and let it fall onto the bed, arching her back as she did so. Brian stared hungrily at her luscious, full breasts. His cock twitched and throbbed impatiently. "Close your mouth pervert," Amber mocked. Brian felt himself blush again; he couldn't seem to find his balance around this woman. Amber sat on the bed again and looked at him; making no effort to cover herself, she picked up the wallet and flipped it open. "Let's see. Who are you really... John?" She grinned at him. Brian trembled, but he was rooted to the spot. "Hmm, all these credit cards say Brian Samms. I like credit cards Brian. They let people buy me presents. Don't lie to me again Brian," her eyes sparkled, "I think you owe me an apology, don't you?" Brian nodded nervously, anything to keep this woman calm. Amber stretched out her legs, "Kiss my feet and say you're sorry you baby dicked pervert," she ordered. To his horror, Brian found himself obeying this demeaning command. It was as though his brain had short-circuited; all he could think of was his throbbing cock as he sank to his knees and pressed his lips to her bare foot. "Perfect," Amber giggled. Brian looked up to see her aiming a camera-phone at him. Before he could voice a protest, she turned the phone round and the image on the small screen was unmistakable. There he was, kneeling, tiny erection clearly in view, his lips on her foot. "Now, unless you want me to send this lovely picture to your office," she waved his business card carelessly in her other hand, "You'll be a good little horndog from now on." "Oh God, please," Brian's voice trembled as he begged. How had things gotten so far out of control? Amber just smirked at him, clearly reveling in her mastery of him. "Stand up," she instructed. He struggled to his feet again. "Good boy. I see little dickie is still hard. You really are a fucking pervert aren't you?" Brian closed his eyes, shuddering as she sneered at him. He felt her cool fingers caress his cock and he groaned and opened his eyes again. "Like that huh?" Amber cooed. Brian nodded and pressed forward against her hand. She pulled it away, "Poor little dickie wants to cum doesn't he? So what do you do normally? When you're not paying for it, I mean?" Amber teased mercilessly. Brian ducked his head, red cheeked and shamefaced. "Are you a bed humper?" she asked, "I'll bet you are. Show me how you fuck your bed with your dicklet." Brian stared at her in renewed horror. "You want to cum right?" she said in an exasperated voice. "So get on the bed and start humping." Brian climbed trance-like onto the bed and lay face down. Pressing his cock against the hard mattress, he muffled a groan as the sheets made contact with his stiff shaft. Amber laughed, "Come on Brian, I know you hump it harder than that." Burning with shame, Brian thrust against the mattress, trying to stifle the moans as his hard cock rubbed against the cool sheets. Amber kept laughing, "Oh, look at you go Brian. Does anyone at the office know what a little horndog you are huh?" Brian just grunted and thrust faster. Amber showed him another picture on her phone; his naked, pale ass in the air as he humped the bed. "I could show them if you like," Amber teased. Paying For It Brian whimpered, still humping away, unable to stop himself. "No? Then you be a good boy for me," a hint of threat entered Amber's voice again. Amber climbed onto the bed and sat down in front of him, her legs spread widely. Brian slowed his frantic thrusting to stare at her panty-clad crotch. Grinning, she pulled her panties aside exposing her pussy to his view. "Now if you want your little dicklet to have a chance of cumming today, your tongue better get real busy Brian." It was obvious what she wanted and Brian didn't hesitate, reaching forward, he pressed his mouth against her already damp pussy lips. His tongue slipped between them and Amber' thighs tightened around his head. "Mmmm...that's a good boy," she moaned, "and to think I'm letting you do this for only $150." Brian pressed his cock hard against the mattress as his tongue pressed deeper into Amber's cunt. "You're good at this. I guess a guy with a mini-cock has to practice other skills huh?" She taunted him, "Don't worry, I've only had a couple of guys in there so far today." Brian paused, shuddering. "You don't lick, you don't cum," Amber warned, squeezing his head with her thighs. Brian thrust his tongue back into her crotch, licking and sucking her juices. "Mmmm... what a good little boy," Amber moaned. He felt her hands on the back of his head, pulling him hard into her cunt. "Oh yeah, I'm going to enjoy my weekly sessions with you," Amber gasped, her hands tugging his hair, urging him on. She panted and ground herself against him. Suddenly, she pushed him away. Brian looked up at her nervously, still thrusting against the bed, his cock painfully hard. "Is your dicklet ready to cum now?" Amber panted. Brian nodded, shamefaced. "Well what are you waiting for huh pervert? On your knees on the floor and jerk that mini-dick!" She snapped at him. Eager to end this humiliation, but unable to simply walk away, Brian obediently crawled off the bed and knelt on the floor. Taking his cock in his hand, he squeezed it. Amber laid back on the bed smirking, her eyes fixed on him. "Faster pervert, I have other clients!" She snapped impatiently. Brian stroked faster, his eyes drank in her luscious body as he jerked off at her command. Amber locked eyes with him for a moment and laughed, "You are so fucking pathetic aren't you. You little prick, jerking off on the floor." Her laughter rang in his ears and he squeezed his cock harder, feeling it twitch and throb. "Ooh. Look at you squirm. Is your baby dick ready to cum?" Amber continued mocking him mercilessly. Brian just gasped, continuing to fuck his own hand faster and faster. Amber, using her phone again, took picture after picture as he whimpered and stroked. "Come on baby, squeeze the juice out of your dicklet," she mocked. Unable to withstand more stimulation, Brian's cock twitched and spurted, sending his cum shooting to the floor. Amber was already on her feet and at the door before he'd even finished cumming. Straightening her clothes, she opened the door and made ready to leave. Brian stared at her back, still on his knees, cock half-hard and a pool of cum in front of him. Pausing, Amber turned round and looked at him, "Clean that shit up," she ordered, "If this place is a mess when I bring my next guy down, I'll save his used condom and feed it to you next week." Turning, she walked away, leaving the door wide open. * * * The other women were silent as Brian shuffled past them heading for the exit. Their silence was almost worse than the laughter he had expected. He could feel their laughter; he could picture the giggles and grins they exchanged behind his back, he burned with shame. "See you next week," the fat man said in a snide voice. Brain shuddered and left hurriedly. He tried to push the whole thing to the back of his mind. It was done, it was over; it had been a mistake and he wouldn't do it again. Several rounds of stiff drink finally blurred Amber's smirking visage in his mind. It was well after midnight when he stumbled into his apartment and climbed into his bed. The painfully loud sound of the phone woke him. Glancing at his clock with blurry vision, he saw 2:30 A.M. Who would call him so late? He grabbed the receiver and held it to his ear, the other hand rubbing sleep from his eyes. "Hello Brian," the familiar voice burned straight into his brain, "or should I just call you 'Little Dick', that's what all the other girls are calling you now." Amber's laugh sent a jolt shooting through Brian's cock. "You cleaned the room up real good today Brian," Amber continued, "but I just wanted to remind you that you better bring a nice present for me next week. You wouldn't want those pictures ending up all over your office, would you?"