Uncovering the Longest-Standing Occupation: Part 1
I'm in an unidentified hotel in Kansas, standing beside my window gazing over the parking lot, viewing you as you arrive. We're at least an hour away from your home where no one will know you. No one will witness you become my mistress. I watch you get out of your vehicle, take in your stunning form wrapped in your provocative dress, and then slip into your long coat to shield yourself from the Kansas morning cold and also to remain inconspicuous while walking through the hotel. It's your debut. You don't understand how indifferent staff are in these establishments.
I've already provided you with directions to enter via the side door, close to the elevator, for a low-key entrance to my... our... room. I see you make your way across the parking lot, growing stiffer every minute due to the sight of you, your long blond hair and curvaceous physique. The pictures you sent didn't lie. After that, you're out of my view.
The elevator ride must have been thrilling. All alone in the reflective space, straightening your garter, tending to your fiery red lipstick, adjusting your hair. You've been informed that first impressions are important. Your stomach is filled with butterflies, nervous that I'll take one look at you and decline your offer. You're a fool for that, for any man would turn down what you have to offer, but I'm just as tense on my side. This is new for me as well, but I saw your picture and knew I had to arrange multiple events to have my lips on yours.
I wait, and after an eternity, there's a gentle knock on the door. To me, it sounds modest, yet to you, the sound is reverberating through the halls and invading your entire body, directly to your clit. You've gone beyond excited, but mixed with equal parts of fear. I open the door and see you for the first time since the verifying photo. I ponder what you think, but you smile and step in, and here we are, face to face, and the force of you overwhelms me. I step back to give you room into the space; the desk, the TV, the dresser, the tiny safe in the closest, your eyes keep moving off the bed until you forcibly focus on it, spotting the neatly turned-down sheets waiting for us to slide into, and reality begins to set in.
I offer to take your coat, and without knowing that I'm already aware of what you're wearing under it, you hesitate for a moment. But then, you open it to unveil the corseted dress that reaches above your knee, highlighted by the side slit revealing your garter belt. Your body, hourglassed by the cut and form, your chest, tremendous and tantalizing with your hair covering it. Even knowing what's to happen, you're breathtaking, and I can detect the amazed look in your eyes. My desire to have you makes my face show it. We lean in, and gently kiss, and then I propose that you have a moment to freshen up, inquire if I should prepare some coffee.
I watch you head into the bathroom, spotting your ass for the first time. My god, not in my wildest dreams... And the door closes, and you're in front of the mirror, and the envelope is noticeable. The one with bills waiting for your pickup. If you choose this up, it's official. If you place it in your bag, you're my slut.
You had no shaking in your hand.
I'm stationed on the love seat in the hotel room when you emerge. A glance confirms the room is locked, obstructing others from interrupting us. It's simply me, and you, and your heartbeat increases as the moments lead us to what must happen. It's inescapable, like gravity, that you're going to bring me to climax; and I'd have to be an idiot to not return the favor by making you reach as well. Your body is responding. All it would take is a breath in the right place.
You approach me to join. The vision of you in that dress, strolling towards me in those heels, makes me breath faster. Rapt attention. Something new has taken place in you. Your commitment to this, to my pleasure, to your price tag, to your label as not just a whore, but a slut. The new energy in you equals your power. You strut your legs with each step, showcasing your body that is dominating me.
You sit next to me, and for a moment there's some small talk about comfort and sips of coffee. We engage in pointless chitchat while I observe your face and the cleavage it reveals. You're doing the same to me, noticing my eye movements and the bulge in my crotch. It looks big, and you can't help but lick your lips slightly as you glance at it. I put my drink on the table, and lean over to kiss you. You lean in as well. Our lips meet and I experience the pinkness of your lips pressed against mine. It feels soft initially but then my tongue protrudes to touch your lips. This is my first taste of you. After a while, we pull back to gaze into each other's eyes.
Your eyes have a smoky, intense look, full of the excitement from our first kiss in this new relationship, and perhaps the first time with a man who is not your husband. I'm relieved you don't seem to judge me for the kiss. I reach out and touch your cheek, then caress your luxurious hair, keeping you there while I come in for another kiss. Our bodies draw closer, my chest touches your corseted body, your thigh touches mine, and my crotch is against your trouser-bound cock. The kiss continues, and my heart beats faster. You're beyond stunning, delicate yet powerful, and the faint taste of coffee on your mouth is dwarfed by the intense feeling of you with me, in me as our tongues dance together. Your heart pounds against your chest, and I can almost hear the knocking on the door reverberating in your entire body.
This is an experience of bliss I've never encountered, and I want more. So much more. But I can't stop kissing you, can't break away. I hold your head with both hands, feeling the cascading locks of your hair running through my fingers, wanting to feel your hair brush across my body. Knowing that I have you for hours (with the option to extend, according to your ad you 'lady of the night'), and wishing to make the most of it all.
Your hands are rummaging around, barely under your control, searching for something to grasp, so your mind can focus as the kiss continues. You start undoing my shirt. You run your fingers up my back, pulling the garment off my body. I stand up to get rid of it, then you, clad in just your underwear, lean in to let me kiss your neck. I find my mouth on your nipple, biting it and leaving a mark of possession there. And I kneel down, my body presented to you, to assist you with removing your panties from under your skirt. You feel them coming free, your vagina already in a state of arousal.
It's too soon, it's far too soon, but I can't stop. I put my mouth on your vagina. Your body reacts with an explosive climax.
You're staring down at your body on the hotel sofa, your dress pulled up to display your pussy, your garter belt, your nylons, your legs spread wide. You see me, naked from the waist up, intent on eating you out between your legs. My breath touches your clitoris. The first subtle orgasm rips through your body.
You're looking down over your body, on the love seat in the hotel room, your dress hiked up to show your pussy, your garter belt, your hose, your legs wide open and your customer, your John, your lover, lowering his mouth to your sex. My breath hits your sex. You experience the first gentle orgasm convulse through your body. You hear yourself moan out an oath. The porn you watched late at night on the sofa, the roleplay with your husband...nothing was like feeling the tongue of a stranger exploring your sex because he had paid for that privilege. The thought triggers a second climax.
You hear me moan as I kiss your vulva. Your hands try to grip my head, but I move away from you. Your eyes are full of a dangerous desire. And any fear you may have had has vanished. You've embraced the idea of anything that could happen between us, between whore and John, and you long for it with a wild hunger.
I lift you to your feet, trailing kisses down your arms, your shoulders, moving to your chest to expose your skin. I remove your bodice to match your naked state. \,
As your top is removed, I feel my hands travel down your sides from behind. They gently graze your chest, moving towards your waist, helping your dress slip off your curves. Continuing downwards, my hands explore your skin, your hips, your ass, stimulating the sensitive areas under the delicate silk fabric. I press my body against yours, our bare skin meeting, my jeans fully clothed compared to your nakedness. I tug your hair from your neck, wrapping it over your left shoulder.
You close your eyes, signing over your breasts, neck, and shoulder to me. My hands connect with your body, feeling your nipples, areolas, and the tender flesh around them. My chest hairs are pressed against your back while my mouth delves into the moist spot at the nape of your neck. I gently caress each part of your body, creating an unbearable desire. My hands slowly explore and worship your entire torso, eventually reaching your hips and swelling your curves with intent. I know that I am fighting an unnatural urge, the need to penetrate you, take control of you- which I have paid for - before I nibble on your shoulder blade. The moan that escapes you is strong and unnerving.
My body moves, my mouth tracing your spine. I pull your panties down your hips, my tongue kissing your buttocks. I turn you around, your gait becoming wobbly. Slowly, you fall onto the bed and I follow with my head, descending between your thighs.
Out of your sight, I continue kissing your legs and thighs, slowly moving towards your most intimate parts. Your body, discarded on the bed, waits for my next move, feeling the cool air conditioner as your nipples stiffen and your pussy tingles from the constant stimulation. Anticipating what I will do, your mind turns to the thoughts of my head buried between your thighs.
I move down your thighs and pass over your vulva, playing with your labia and the folds of skin there. I explore the sensitive spaces of your body, breaking blood vessels with each touch and leaving a mark on your flesh. This will be the only glimpse of this to anyone besides you, and my next client, but it only arouses your desire for more.
My tongue travels along your labia, sucking up your juices. Maneuvering you onto the bed, you watch my face as I suck your lower lip into my mouth. I shift positions, forcing you to straddle the bed. You're blinded by the pillow, helpless to do anything but feel my lips tickling and exploring your most tender areas.
My mouth moves further towards your labia and I suck at your juices gathered around your clit, attempting to open you up for my cock. Left in the dark, your mind swirls with ideas and commands, questioning whether I will satisfy you, when suddenly - before you even know it - my lips are back at your clit. The language falls from your lips, inarticulate and desperate. I pay no mind, exploring the curve of your clit, feeding off its capability of bringing you to orgasm while going a little too easy - you cannot control it.
You're riding the wave of climax, aching with longing and desperate need. You believed you were ready, wet and eager, but now you demand to be taken by a man, an offer I seem to be willingly rejecting. Your need for my cock overtakes your logical thinking, making you beg to climax for my pleasure. Before you even know what happened, my tongue returns to your most desired area and your body releases, a torrent of pleasure running through you, quickly replaced by the need for more, attempting to possess me with a desperate urgency. Your whore-like tendencies dissolve beneath the surface. [~]
Eventually, eventually, I release your sex from my mouth, giving it one final lick on your clitoris. Exhausted, you can barely move your head, but something deep within you is aching and you're making muffled noises about needing a cock. You hear my zipper undone and my pants falling to the floor. You hear the sound of a condom wrapper tearing - thankfully, you're grateful for my responsibility because you would have taken me without hesitation. Your hips are already adjusting to make your pussy more open and inviting. I consider if I want to take your ass, deeply wet as it is from your climaxes and my mouth, but no, the rubbery sensation of the condom nestles between your vulva.
As I start to push in, you realize it's not possible for this to be a penis: not its size, though it's quite thick, but the firmness of it. You realize I've placed a cover, a toy, over my cock and I'm taking you with it. Something that will ensure I'm there, hard and deep as long as I desire. My eyes meet yours as your shock is evident. Not at all what you were anticipating, but my dedication to completely claiming you is unwavering. Inch by inch, back and forth slowly, spreading your insides deeper and deeper.
I ponder, momentarily, how deeply you've been penetrated, as the eight inches of the sheath find their home in you. It doesn't matter; I see your eyes fluttering up in your head as you're being stretched and filled. Tested but not teased, the pressure and strokes are constant and unrelenting, and the new orgasm is building within you. Finally, I'm fully inserted, the harness straps against your sensitive thighs, and the proper stroking commences. The climax hits you like a sledgehammer and I don't slow down or speed up, just feeling your body thrashing around me.
Once the climax subsides, you find I'm still in the rhythm, in and out, allowing you to feel the authenticity of me between your legs, my skin on yours as I stand between your hips. You see me leaning forward to cup your breasts, and you feel the pressure of the cock inside you change, the weight on your lower wall and the cock moving deeper in to almost pain. I see you bite your lip and pull back, relieving the pressure, and go back to slowly caressing the underside of your breasts. Your eyes close as you simply feel me taking you. Feel my hand moving down your waist, where our bodies meet, to where I can swirl my thumb around your clit as the cock moves in and out.
In
and out
and out
In
and out
You can feel my body shuddering, holding back, the frenzied control preventing it from being anything but pleasure, sensation for you. "You're stunning," I whisper. "Tell me you're stunning."
"I am," you say, breathing heavily, "I am stunning... and what else am I?"
"And what else are you?"
"Your whore. I'm your stunning whore..." the climax is rising within you, accelerating uncontrollably. I can't pause or stop it now, regardless of my intent.
"Say it..."
You hear your voice, detached and breathless, "I'm your whore! I'm your stunning whore... I'm your stunning fucking whore! I'M YOUR..." and you can't speak any more, moaning, screaming.
In
and out
thumb circling.
In
and out.
Until finally, I pull out of you and hold you as you shudder.
Once your shuddering ceases, I urge you to roll over. And once you do, lying on your stomach with your head on the pillow and your legs mostly straight on the bed, I adjust your position to get a pillow under you. I position myself behind you, my extended cock entering your pussy from this angle. Barely a couple of inches.
Feeling your body beneath me, my chest against your back. Your ass against my abdomen. The warmth of you. It's too much. It's all too much. My willpower starts to crack. My knees lift up, I lift your hips up, behind you in a half-spoon and half-doggie position. You see my face as it aligns with yours at this angle as I start to push into you. Faster. Deeper.
Than before, you see my control shattering. Your body has overpowered my desire, and I only want to fuck you. To fuck you as deep and as hard as possible. My body presses against your ass as you lift your hips higher. Accepting the dildo in you completely. Feeling my balls slap against your ass.
"Dirty slut. You're so beautiful. I crave you so much." I smack your ass as I enter you. You're enjoying watching me lose control. That's why you get paid. Because you can make men want something more than other women can. You provide climax after climax. You make them put your pleasure above everything.
The law, morality, even marriage - they don't matter compared to the feeling of your pussy squeezing my cock inside you. The sound of your moans and screams as you call out my name. The sight of your face, your back, your ass - they all blend together with the feeling of my cock disappearing inside you. The smell and taste of your pussy on my face. You cum and cum, spent and raw, desperate for more. Eventually, I collapse beside you, completely drained.
You're radiating with power. Your entire body is on fire. You've reached your limit, but you know the climax is on the horizon.
Seeing me gasping next to you, you quickly remove my harness, pulling the sheath off, revealing my real cock. Slightly under six inches, soaked in precum, you stare at it, smiling. Something takes hold of you and you begin kissing and biting your way down my chest. You push your hands through my pubic hair. Your pussy can't take anything else inside it right now, but your newfound whore's soul craves more sex.
You lick my cock, hearing me moan louder and louder. The fire inside you burns brighter. I'm so close. So desperate for you. You're the one who made me feel this way, and you revel in it. You need more sex.
You taste my precum on your tongue, licking it off, then lapping it off, and finally sucking it off my cock. Your control slips, replaced by the need for my cock to be inside you. The feeling of my cockhead's ridge under your tongue, the warm sensation of fullness in your mouth - you undeniably switch to breathing through your nose and push your head down deeper, lower, until you can feel my pubic hair on your lips.
My moaning and panting become constant. Every last inch of me is focused on you. You take my balls in your hand and massage them. The energy from them, from me, transfers to you. The energy you had supplied me earlier is now returning to you. You can feel my impending climax approaching before I warn you, ever the gentleman. But you simply nod and keep sucking and bobbing your head faster.
I yell incoherently before climaxing, shooting hot liquid into your mouth and down your chin. You drag me towards the edge, swallowing every last drop as you breathe through your nose and push your head down further. My moans and gasps are constant as your control slips completely away. The feel of my cockhead's ridge under your tongue, the sensation of fullness in your mouth as you push your mouth down further, lower, until you feel my pubic hair on your lips.
My moaning and panting are constant now. I'm almost at the point of no return. And you need more. My climax is inevitable. You catch me along the edge and hold on, demanding more. You swallow the proof of your dominance over me, a dominance I was more than willing to pay for. Amidst the chaos, I see you raise your head, smile, and lick my spilled cum from your chin. You snuggle up next to me, leaving me spent, but not for long...
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