Playtime Chap XII DOUBTS and Chap XIII JOHN AND HIS WHORE
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I returned to the city where I met John in the arcade parking lot and Tiffany and “Pet” in the arcade booths followed by some scorching action at her parent’s townhouse. Though I often came here on business, I always seemed to not know my schedule well enough to plan anything with Tiffany or Peter, or even John. I had always enjoyed myself though. I would get dressed up and go out to meet new friends, and get fucked by them. Sometimes I would use the motel and get nasty, others I was in a more mood and would take advantage of opportunity kink. On a few occasions I had even followed people home.
This time was different. It started off well. I was in one of my favorite towns to get laid. My room was in a great location for me to leave without notice or even entertain. And of course, I had my special bag with me with all of my outfits and makeup. I had a rental car for work, so all I really needed was enough time to play.
Unfortunately, my boss kept planning meetings and strategy sessions with our little group. He had a knack for taking up some of the time I would use to prepare to go out to adult arcades and popular cruising and play places. Don’t get me wrong, I do love my job, but I was excited to play before I got there and now that I hadn’t really been able to play the way I wanted, well I was in heat- my cock would get hard looking at the pantyhose and heels on co-workers and passersby. I saw effeminate guys at restaurants or coffee houses and wanted a quickie in back.
In fact, I’d had no outlet other than a short encounter in a public restroom in the high rise our client’s offices were in. I’d played with a guy at the urinals right after lunch hour in the building’s food third floor restrooms. The guy originally gave me the signs in a nearby mall’s food-court and then had me follow him up to what happened to be the same building or little team was working from. After I swallowed his load, he told me these restrooms were “a popular tea room, but that we had to come by around break times like 10 am or 3:30, and at lunch...” He was right, I’d only been daring enough to get him off and me a mouth full of hot cum before someone walked in. That was on the second day there, and after that I was a cock-crazed nympho in heat. I needed a fuck, no, a lot of fucks...
Despite being on the trip with the boss and a few other people, I managed to get control my own schedule and complete my part of the project well enough to have an entire Friday through Sunday to myself. In fact, I already had five options for a decision, leaving me with the weekend on my own. Better yet, I had figured out a way to get a head start early Thursday afternoon. I diligently took Thursday morning to coordinate all the tours and meetings I would take during the beginning of the next week, confirmed my plan with the boss and got moving. I also told him I would be visiting a family friend in the area and back in contact with him Monday morning. He had his hands full and quickly agreed.
As I drove back to my nice work-provided hotel, I tried to set something up immediately. I began calling the people I knew and had fucked there before. I started with Tiffany. She did not answer so I decided I’d call back rather than leave a message. Then I called Peter or “Pet” as I had continued to remember him after watching his cocksucking skill on Tiffany’s strap-on in the arcade booth. Peter answered but was out of town and we would miss each other by only a couple of days. The really bad news was that Tiffany had gotten caught by her husband and was rarely available for their “sessions.” Peter said he missed them and that the time he’d been fucked by both of us in the arcade booth had been the hottest bi-experience he’d ever had. I promised to call when I returned.
Then I called John, the guy I had sucked off in the arcade parking lot just before going into the arcade that night. I wasn’t sure I could hold out till night fall. I was in the mood for sucking cock and anal fucking.
After the first ring I had an evil idea, no matter who answered, I would talk in my sluttiest voice. After the fourth ring a male voice came on the phone, “Hello?”
“Helllllooo,” I hissed, “Is John there, please?” I said with a hot smile.
“Um, ah this is, ah, Robert, but, ah... Who is this?” The voice was vaguely familiar.
“Ah, this is Robert? Well, I may have a wrong number; I’m trying to reach John. I met him in town about a year ago?”
“Ah, what’s your name?”
“Rebecca,” I answered with a slight questioning tone.
“Ah, was this at night when you met?”
“Well, more like morning, I think.”
“Do you have red hair?”
“More auburn then red,” I toyed with him.
“Were you dressed all in black?”
“Uhhhmmmm Hmmmmm, I was.” I moaned a little. I was enjoying the excitement. My cock was hard thinking of him recalling the head job I had given him in the parking lot.
“Uhh..oh I ah, sometimes, ah. You know, my middle name is John. I remember you very well. Thank you for calling.”
“Oh really? How do I know you do. Tell me what I was wearing?” I fenced harder.
“You ah, you wore, black. A, ah, leather miniskirt and I think a vest, really nice stockings, shiny high heels, and a thing around your neck I think.”
“Ok, what did we do?”
“Well, you ah, you gave me oral.”
“Yes!” I was groping myself hard while we talked. “You fucked my mouth while I was on my knees like a whore sucking your dick. Verrrry good, Robert. Soooo, are you still playing around? Hmmm? Are you available?”
“Well, you know. Not really. I can only get away during the day right now. Are you available maybe this afternoon?”
“MMMmmm,” I moaned. “As luck would have it I have an opening this afternoon. When are you available?”
“How about half past one?” he said with hope in his voice.
Perfect. It was 11:00 now, I could easily be ready and waiting in about two hours, except, he didn’t want to meet at my hotel. I understood and agreed and altered my route to head over to the motel I’d used as a fuck-room a few times.
At one thirty I finished preparing myself as I stepped into my high-heels and batted my eyelashes at myself in the mirror. My eyelashes had naturally grown out and were amazing. My eye makeup was darker and little more blue than usual. My light face was warmed by the rouge and my impeccable shiny dark red lips. My hair was long and lay carefully out on top of my shoulders to frame my face. My silicon tits were warm and forming nicely in my bra. The corsette cinched my waits, producing a reaction and prepared my body for sex. The garters attached to the cincher held my stockings high on my creamy thighs. I had decided to forego the skirt and vest. I would hopefully not need them. I sat on the easy chair and watched myself in the mirror, stroking my cock ever so slowly. I looked hot.
At 1:31 I started waiting, disappointed, but not surprised. I considered putting on street-legal clothes in case my date never showed up – I would be ready to drive to the arcades and start a hot night of strange cock…but stopped myself and waited in the chair, fully enjoying the look of me in bra, garters, corset, panties, stockings and heels. Hot.
About five minutes later my week took a life-changing turn into the sexually surreal.
There was a knock at my door. I went to the window and peered out to see a maintenance worker’s overalls. My heart froze when I heard him knock again and jingle some keys. He announced he was coming into my room!
I turned and ran toward the bed and scooped up my things and went for the bathroom, my last refuge. I heard him knock once more and I started to say in my slut voice “come back later!”
Then he opened the door as I slammed the bathroom door and realized I had only grabbed my girl stuff, no male clothes. Worse yet, I noticed I had not gotten all of that either. And worst of all, all my makeup was out on the counter.
I fumbled for the shower in the hope of stalling for time. He came to the bath door and said that my water was leaking into the room below and he needed in right now.
I’d run out of delays. I asked him through the door to come back in ten minutes. He refused and knocked, and said, “Please let me just take care of this, I’m the manager and the leak is ruining the electronics in the room below.” That was followed by the dreaded jingling of keys again.
I had no where to go. I thought, I can just apologize and leave quietly and never come back. Hopefully he won’t put together that I am a repeat patron of this motel.
I had no story to give him, as he opened the door to see me standing there, dressed as a whore, and clutching my things.
“I knew it!” he said with a scowl. “All this time you have been whoring out of my rooms. Every time you come here you just whore, don’t you?”
“No I-” and hand went up to send a slap flew across my cheek. My heart froze with the thought of being slapped hard, looking like a gurl and backed into a small restroom. He was a much bigger and heavier man than I so hitting back or fighting wasn’t an option.
“Now look here you whore!” he yelled, “This is my place and I want a cut!”
“You don’t understand, I am not a whore, I am just having some fun. I like to dress up and play. That’s all,” I said trying to be as meek as possible.
“Bullshit, you are a whore you little faggot... I’ve seen guys come here and stay long enough and then leave everytime you stay at the motel. I’ve seen you go back out and bring another one back. I know. I’ve seen it all…hell, I’ve got video!” He stopped and smiled at my terror. He hit the clothes I was holding as a shield in front of myself and they fell to the floor. My ensemble was exposed and I looked down in terror to see a shiny drip of pre-cum on the front of my panties, gleaming in the bathroom light.
I was terrified now.
Smiling he said, “You are in real trouble now my little girlie-boy.” He paused and then continued with a sneer in his voice, “My best friend is a policeman. He and I have an arrangement. If I have any problems, he takes care of them for me. So…are you gonna be a problem for me? Or, and think about this reeeal hard, are you gonna do what is right and cut me into the action?”
I said nothing as shock and this turn of events sunk in.
He read my expression like a quick-startup card for a cheap phone. “I can be very fair, and I ain’t talking a long-term contract or anything like d**gs or any other bullshit, just for a few days’ work from you to…well, to get us even.”
I looked at him and showed him my desperation. I was speechless, but he correctly interpreted it as compliance.
“There, now this won’t be so bad. You’ll just make a few bucks for me and then we’ll part company as friends. You won’t go to jail. Your secret will be safe. I just want what’s due me.” He paused, “Oh and some action on the side too, gurlie-boy or not, you look good enough to fuck, and I’ve heard you having sex enough to know that you sound pretty hot. So. Do I call my po-lice friend who comes on shift in an hour, or do we have a deal?’
I looked down in surrender and submission. I had no option, and barely any hope other than his offer. He could really fuck me over, or he might be honest, either way I had no play to make. “What do you want me to do?”
“Good. It’s about time you saw it my way.”
At that moment John/Robert knocked. The manager turned to me and smiled. “So, not hooking huh? Who the fuck is that? Don’t waste time, I see on my way out… Now be a good whore and get down to business. I want $50.00 out of the deal.”
I began to protest, but he would not listen to me. “Don’t try to lie to me. I’m not going to believe you. Just get me my money after he’s done. I’ll be up here a few minutes after he leaves to collect and then we’ll get you put on the web and make some real money. And don’t try to take off, I’ve got your info, I’ll just tell my police friend and he’ll catch your ass.”
He motioned for me to get the door after John politely knocked again. I walked over and opened it.
John was smiling nervously as he entered. The sight of the motel manager shocked him. I was a little slow because my mind was running a million miles an hour trying to find a way to salvage the situation. The manager already had a plan. He said, in a happy tone, “Ok, there honey, that was wonderful, I’ll be seein you,” he said as he walked to the door. He smiled smugly at me as he rotated through the door and closed it.
I smiled at John/Robert who was experiencing a rollercoaster of emotions.
“Hi, again. I am sorry for the other guy being here.” I wanted to avoid the whole problem of his connection to me if possible. I considered simply just blowing this guy off and making a get away. But if he left too soon the manager would check on me and I would not be able to get out fast enough. My only good choice was to enjoy myself as much as possible. I would just play with John/Robert and then pay the manager myself to get it over and done.
Then I thought, wait, if I do charge John/Robert he might leave early anyway and that might also prove that I wasn’t hooking. Somehow, my twisted logic made sense at the time. I knew how to approach the problem.
“I’m sorry about that. He was my business manager. He was just complaining that I am late on some payments.”
“Your business manager? What kind of business?”
“Well, what do I look like. A lot has changed for me since we met, what, a year or so ago?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I lost my job and now I do this instead,” I explained hoping it wouldn’t soon be the truth. I kept my distance and hoped he would be sufficiently turned off to help my plans.
“Oh. I understand. Well, I changed a lot too. You made quite an impression on me. That was the best head I had ever received, until I started looking around for other opportunities with T-girls.”
I felt my plan melting away…
“I have now been with four different T-Girls, one was even post op. And all of them gave great head and, well other things too.” He smiled and looked around the room and then back to me. “I should have known that this wasn’t a friendly get together. Well, no problem, I am here now and you look hot, so, how much? We never discussed the rate. How much does everything cost?”
I was shocked. I had made a monster, and in the most unexpected way possible the monster was destroying me. I had no options, no ideas. Then I looked away for a moment and had a revelation. The situation was unsalvageable. I had to become what everyone thought I was. I had to be a whore.
“$250 for everything and a full hour,” I blurted out.
“Well, that is a good bargain, but I really only can spend a half hour with you. So, how about $120? I’d give you $125, but I don’t have any $5s.”
I was amazed at how well I snapped into character, “How about 120 and a tip, if you please?” I laid it on thick by adding, “I normally charge $175 for the half, but because I kind of did want to see you for memory sake, I’ll give you a deal. Ok?”
“Yeah, I suppose. I just wished you had told me this was business today.”
“Well, I was caught up in the moment, and besides, the business part is over once you hand me the money,” I said with a wicked smile.
I went back into the bedroom after hiding the money in my clothes in the bathroom and found John/Robert lying back on the bed and naked. He stroked his cock a little as I kneeled between his wide spread legs. I looked up at him and said, “So should I call you Robert, or stick with John?”
“You better just stick with John. That way if you ever call me and ask for John, I’ll know it’s you.”
I nodded as I leaned downward and opened my mouth. I breathed on his hard cock and then closed my lips around him and wet his shaft. I licked his cockhead and worked his shaft in a rhythmic up-down motion. He moaned and I played with my cock at the same time.
I was rigid. Partially because John’s cock is actually a nice cock and it feels good in my mouth, but also because of the whole situation. I was actually a whore. I was actually sucking cock for money.
I had done it before, but not like this. I actually was being paid and expected to serve as a prostitute. I shouldn’t have been, but I was very turned on. I should have been terrified of the whole situation, but I wasn’t. I should have been frightened that the motel manager would do terrible things to me, but I wasn’t. I was just a slut with a cock in her mouth. No- I was just a whore, a paid whore, with John’s cock in my mouth.
“Mmmmm,” he moaned. I was doing a good job on him. “I want to try that ass of yours….”
Now I hadn’t been to a shemale prostitute in quite a long time, but I know that assfucking usually equates to a full hour session, or rather the cost of a full hour.
I paused and looked up at him. My chin glistened from a cocktail of wetness. “If you want my ass, you will need to pay the full hour fee” I said with the coolness of a seasoned pro.
He barely blinked an eye. He’d obviously come up to this problem before. I was sure when he bent to his pants and produced eight more twenty-dollar bills. He actually handed them to me with a smile. I took them and excused myself for the bathroom once again.
I returned with a smile. I was about to get fucked, which is what I really wanted in the first place. I stood at his feet and lubed my ass once more, mostly for looks. Then I put a condom on his rigid cock. I leaned over his legs and went down on him a few times before stroking his cock with lube and laying him on his back. I climbed on top and straddled his thighs, still stroking his cock. I put myself on one knee and one foot so I could lower myself. I reached back and guided his cock to my boycunt. The head popped in with very little pain. I waited and got comfortable and after relaxing my hole a little I lowered myself down to rest on his pelvic area. I had all of him in me. I reveled once again at the thought that I was being paid to fuck him. Then I looked down into his eyes and put my hands on his chest over his nipples. He was hairy and his once developed chest could have been toned a little but his seven and half inches felt perfect in me. I moved my other leg up so I was straddling him but with both feet on the bed so I could bounce up and down on my own power. I felt him thrust into me and I gasped, throwing my head back. I looked above the bed and saw my reflection in the mirror and thought- what a whore…
With that in mind I kept looking in my own eyes and said “Honey, you just let me start out doing all the work and you enjoy my sweet cunt.” I slowly began moving up and down on his pole. His cock was really hitting my prostate gland g-spot good. I fucked him nice and smooth for about five minutes and then I knew I was ready for him to do what he wanted and fuck me at his pace.
I leaned forward with my tits against his chest. I got up close to his ears and said in a low moan “Fuck my brains out.”
He began thrusting up into me and poking me deep. It hurt a little and I got back up so I could change the angle of his penetration, plus I could watch myself being fucked in my ass by my client. What a hot fucking whore!
He slowed and was tired of this position, so I got off and went over in front of the dresser drawer cabinet in front of the other mirror. I loved the visual affect mixed with the physical. He moved in back of me and angled his cock into my boycunt. He knew I was ready so he didn’t hold back. He started fucking me with all his might.
He started talking dirty to me also. “Take it you fucking bitch, you fuck-whore, you slutty whore!!!” Fuck me you bitch! I’m gonna fuck your dirty whore cunt like a little girl’s cunt, you slut!!!”
I would have been concerned but I was dazed by his penetration and continuous pounding on my g-spot.
Then without warning and just before I was about to reach down and stroke my cock he grabbed my cock hard and pounded into me really hard. He was cumming. “Hooooee Ahhhhhhhheeeeee! Uhhhhh uhhhhhh! Aahhhhhhhhhuuuhhhh!!!” he moaned.
I screamed out- “Yeah! Fuck my pussy!!! Make me your bitch! Fuck me!!!! Cum up my pussy!!! Ohhh! Yesss you know I need it!!!! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ohh yes!!!” I watched myself as I moaned and tightened my muscles around his cock to finish his fuck session.
He was still twitching when I pulled forward and let him out of my ass. I watched him begin to come out of his orgasm. I was still turned on, so I finished him off like a proper whore should. I rotated around to face him and kneeled down. I took the condom off his hardness and covered his slick cock with my mouth. His cum coated my tongue and I sucked him very gently. He thrusted into my mouth fast a couple of times to finish his orgasm. When he was finished I let him stay in my cum-coated whorifice for moment, and then took his cock out. I stood up, looked at myself in the mirror. I turned and showed him my cum covered tongue. Then I looked back at myself and swallowed. I breathed in and tasted his semen and then I licked my lips with a smile. He went to the bed and sat. I set to the task of tidying up. I put my panties on and hid my stiff wet cock. I picked the wet used condom up off the floor and found the wrapper. I wiped a few drops of cum and lube into the carpet and got John a hot wet hand towel to clean up with.
Ten minutes later he left and I went to fix my makeup. I stopped for a moment and took the money and divided it in half. I hid one half between the trashcan liner and the can. I was in front of the mirror when the door opened. The manager was back, but with a friend.
A slick drop of juice dribbled out of my ass and went down my thigh.
I returned to the city where I met John in the arcade parking lot and Tiffany and “Pet” in the arcade booths followed by some scorching action at her parent’s townhouse. Though I often came here on business, I always seemed to not know my schedule well enough to plan anything with Tiffany or Peter, or even John. I had always enjoyed myself though. I would get dressed up and go out to meet new friends, and get fucked by them. Sometimes I would use the motel and get nasty, others I was in a more mood and would take advantage of opportunity kink. On a few occasions I had even followed people home.
This time was different. It started off well. I was in one of my favorite towns to get laid. My room was in a great location for me to leave without notice or even entertain. And of course, I had my special bag with me with all of my outfits and makeup. I had a rental car for work, so all I really needed was enough time to play.
Unfortunately, my boss kept planning meetings and strategy sessions with our little group. He had a knack for taking up some of the time I would use to prepare to go out to adult arcades and popular cruising and play places. Don’t get me wrong, I do love my job, but I was excited to play before I got there and now that I hadn’t really been able to play the way I wanted, well I was in heat- my cock would get hard looking at the pantyhose and heels on co-workers and passersby. I saw effeminate guys at restaurants or coffee houses and wanted a quickie in back.
In fact, I’d had no outlet other than a short encounter in a public restroom in the high rise our client’s offices were in. I’d played with a guy at the urinals right after lunch hour in the building’s food third floor restrooms. The guy originally gave me the signs in a nearby mall’s food-court and then had me follow him up to what happened to be the same building or little team was working from. After I swallowed his load, he told me these restrooms were “a popular tea room, but that we had to come by around break times like 10 am or 3:30, and at lunch...” He was right, I’d only been daring enough to get him off and me a mouth full of hot cum before someone walked in. That was on the second day there, and after that I was a cock-crazed nympho in heat. I needed a fuck, no, a lot of fucks...
Despite being on the trip with the boss and a few other people, I managed to get control my own schedule and complete my part of the project well enough to have an entire Friday through Sunday to myself. In fact, I already had five options for a decision, leaving me with the weekend on my own. Better yet, I had figured out a way to get a head start early Thursday afternoon. I diligently took Thursday morning to coordinate all the tours and meetings I would take during the beginning of the next week, confirmed my plan with the boss and got moving. I also told him I would be visiting a family friend in the area and back in contact with him Monday morning. He had his hands full and quickly agreed.
As I drove back to my nice work-provided hotel, I tried to set something up immediately. I began calling the people I knew and had fucked there before. I started with Tiffany. She did not answer so I decided I’d call back rather than leave a message. Then I called Peter or “Pet” as I had continued to remember him after watching his cocksucking skill on Tiffany’s strap-on in the arcade booth. Peter answered but was out of town and we would miss each other by only a couple of days. The really bad news was that Tiffany had gotten caught by her husband and was rarely available for their “sessions.” Peter said he missed them and that the time he’d been fucked by both of us in the arcade booth had been the hottest bi-experience he’d ever had. I promised to call when I returned.
Then I called John, the guy I had sucked off in the arcade parking lot just before going into the arcade that night. I wasn’t sure I could hold out till night fall. I was in the mood for sucking cock and anal fucking.
After the first ring I had an evil idea, no matter who answered, I would talk in my sluttiest voice. After the fourth ring a male voice came on the phone, “Hello?”
“Helllllooo,” I hissed, “Is John there, please?” I said with a hot smile.
“Um, ah this is, ah, Robert, but, ah... Who is this?” The voice was vaguely familiar.
“Ah, this is Robert? Well, I may have a wrong number; I’m trying to reach John. I met him in town about a year ago?”
“Ah, what’s your name?”
“Rebecca,” I answered with a slight questioning tone.
“Ah, was this at night when you met?”
“Well, more like morning, I think.”
“Do you have red hair?”
“More auburn then red,” I toyed with him.
“Were you dressed all in black?”
“Uhhhmmmm Hmmmmm, I was.” I moaned a little. I was enjoying the excitement. My cock was hard thinking of him recalling the head job I had given him in the parking lot.
“Uhh..oh I ah, sometimes, ah. You know, my middle name is John. I remember you very well. Thank you for calling.”
“Oh really? How do I know you do. Tell me what I was wearing?” I fenced harder.
“You ah, you wore, black. A, ah, leather miniskirt and I think a vest, really nice stockings, shiny high heels, and a thing around your neck I think.”
“Ok, what did we do?”
“Well, you ah, you gave me oral.”
“Yes!” I was groping myself hard while we talked. “You fucked my mouth while I was on my knees like a whore sucking your dick. Verrrry good, Robert. Soooo, are you still playing around? Hmmm? Are you available?”
“Well, you know. Not really. I can only get away during the day right now. Are you available maybe this afternoon?”
“MMMmmm,” I moaned. “As luck would have it I have an opening this afternoon. When are you available?”
“How about half past one?” he said with hope in his voice.
Perfect. It was 11:00 now, I could easily be ready and waiting in about two hours, except, he didn’t want to meet at my hotel. I understood and agreed and altered my route to head over to the motel I’d used as a fuck-room a few times.
At one thirty I finished preparing myself as I stepped into my high-heels and batted my eyelashes at myself in the mirror. My eyelashes had naturally grown out and were amazing. My eye makeup was darker and little more blue than usual. My light face was warmed by the rouge and my impeccable shiny dark red lips. My hair was long and lay carefully out on top of my shoulders to frame my face. My silicon tits were warm and forming nicely in my bra. The corsette cinched my waits, producing a reaction and prepared my body for sex. The garters attached to the cincher held my stockings high on my creamy thighs. I had decided to forego the skirt and vest. I would hopefully not need them. I sat on the easy chair and watched myself in the mirror, stroking my cock ever so slowly. I looked hot.
At 1:31 I started waiting, disappointed, but not surprised. I considered putting on street-legal clothes in case my date never showed up – I would be ready to drive to the arcades and start a hot night of strange cock…but stopped myself and waited in the chair, fully enjoying the look of me in bra, garters, corset, panties, stockings and heels. Hot.
About five minutes later my week took a life-changing turn into the sexually surreal.
There was a knock at my door. I went to the window and peered out to see a maintenance worker’s overalls. My heart froze when I heard him knock again and jingle some keys. He announced he was coming into my room!
I turned and ran toward the bed and scooped up my things and went for the bathroom, my last refuge. I heard him knock once more and I started to say in my slut voice “come back later!”
Then he opened the door as I slammed the bathroom door and realized I had only grabbed my girl stuff, no male clothes. Worse yet, I noticed I had not gotten all of that either. And worst of all, all my makeup was out on the counter.
I fumbled for the shower in the hope of stalling for time. He came to the bath door and said that my water was leaking into the room below and he needed in right now.
I’d run out of delays. I asked him through the door to come back in ten minutes. He refused and knocked, and said, “Please let me just take care of this, I’m the manager and the leak is ruining the electronics in the room below.” That was followed by the dreaded jingling of keys again.
I had no where to go. I thought, I can just apologize and leave quietly and never come back. Hopefully he won’t put together that I am a repeat patron of this motel.
I had no story to give him, as he opened the door to see me standing there, dressed as a whore, and clutching my things.
“I knew it!” he said with a scowl. “All this time you have been whoring out of my rooms. Every time you come here you just whore, don’t you?”
“No I-” and hand went up to send a slap flew across my cheek. My heart froze with the thought of being slapped hard, looking like a gurl and backed into a small restroom. He was a much bigger and heavier man than I so hitting back or fighting wasn’t an option.
“Now look here you whore!” he yelled, “This is my place and I want a cut!”
“You don’t understand, I am not a whore, I am just having some fun. I like to dress up and play. That’s all,” I said trying to be as meek as possible.
“Bullshit, you are a whore you little faggot... I’ve seen guys come here and stay long enough and then leave everytime you stay at the motel. I’ve seen you go back out and bring another one back. I know. I’ve seen it all…hell, I’ve got video!” He stopped and smiled at my terror. He hit the clothes I was holding as a shield in front of myself and they fell to the floor. My ensemble was exposed and I looked down in terror to see a shiny drip of pre-cum on the front of my panties, gleaming in the bathroom light.
I was terrified now.
Smiling he said, “You are in real trouble now my little girlie-boy.” He paused and then continued with a sneer in his voice, “My best friend is a policeman. He and I have an arrangement. If I have any problems, he takes care of them for me. So…are you gonna be a problem for me? Or, and think about this reeeal hard, are you gonna do what is right and cut me into the action?”
I said nothing as shock and this turn of events sunk in.
He read my expression like a quick-startup card for a cheap phone. “I can be very fair, and I ain’t talking a long-term contract or anything like d**gs or any other bullshit, just for a few days’ work from you to…well, to get us even.”
I looked at him and showed him my desperation. I was speechless, but he correctly interpreted it as compliance.
“There, now this won’t be so bad. You’ll just make a few bucks for me and then we’ll part company as friends. You won’t go to jail. Your secret will be safe. I just want what’s due me.” He paused, “Oh and some action on the side too, gurlie-boy or not, you look good enough to fuck, and I’ve heard you having sex enough to know that you sound pretty hot. So. Do I call my po-lice friend who comes on shift in an hour, or do we have a deal?’
I looked down in surrender and submission. I had no option, and barely any hope other than his offer. He could really fuck me over, or he might be honest, either way I had no play to make. “What do you want me to do?”
“Good. It’s about time you saw it my way.”
At that moment John/Robert knocked. The manager turned to me and smiled. “So, not hooking huh? Who the fuck is that? Don’t waste time, I see on my way out… Now be a good whore and get down to business. I want $50.00 out of the deal.”
I began to protest, but he would not listen to me. “Don’t try to lie to me. I’m not going to believe you. Just get me my money after he’s done. I’ll be up here a few minutes after he leaves to collect and then we’ll get you put on the web and make some real money. And don’t try to take off, I’ve got your info, I’ll just tell my police friend and he’ll catch your ass.”
He motioned for me to get the door after John politely knocked again. I walked over and opened it.
John was smiling nervously as he entered. The sight of the motel manager shocked him. I was a little slow because my mind was running a million miles an hour trying to find a way to salvage the situation. The manager already had a plan. He said, in a happy tone, “Ok, there honey, that was wonderful, I’ll be seein you,” he said as he walked to the door. He smiled smugly at me as he rotated through the door and closed it.
I smiled at John/Robert who was experiencing a rollercoaster of emotions.
“Hi, again. I am sorry for the other guy being here.” I wanted to avoid the whole problem of his connection to me if possible. I considered simply just blowing this guy off and making a get away. But if he left too soon the manager would check on me and I would not be able to get out fast enough. My only good choice was to enjoy myself as much as possible. I would just play with John/Robert and then pay the manager myself to get it over and done.
Then I thought, wait, if I do charge John/Robert he might leave early anyway and that might also prove that I wasn’t hooking. Somehow, my twisted logic made sense at the time. I knew how to approach the problem.
“I’m sorry about that. He was my business manager. He was just complaining that I am late on some payments.”
“Your business manager? What kind of business?”
“Well, what do I look like. A lot has changed for me since we met, what, a year or so ago?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I lost my job and now I do this instead,” I explained hoping it wouldn’t soon be the truth. I kept my distance and hoped he would be sufficiently turned off to help my plans.
“Oh. I understand. Well, I changed a lot too. You made quite an impression on me. That was the best head I had ever received, until I started looking around for other opportunities with T-girls.”
I felt my plan melting away…
“I have now been with four different T-Girls, one was even post op. And all of them gave great head and, well other things too.” He smiled and looked around the room and then back to me. “I should have known that this wasn’t a friendly get together. Well, no problem, I am here now and you look hot, so, how much? We never discussed the rate. How much does everything cost?”
I was shocked. I had made a monster, and in the most unexpected way possible the monster was destroying me. I had no options, no ideas. Then I looked away for a moment and had a revelation. The situation was unsalvageable. I had to become what everyone thought I was. I had to be a whore.
“$250 for everything and a full hour,” I blurted out.
“Well, that is a good bargain, but I really only can spend a half hour with you. So, how about $120? I’d give you $125, but I don’t have any $5s.”
I was amazed at how well I snapped into character, “How about 120 and a tip, if you please?” I laid it on thick by adding, “I normally charge $175 for the half, but because I kind of did want to see you for memory sake, I’ll give you a deal. Ok?”
“Yeah, I suppose. I just wished you had told me this was business today.”
“Well, I was caught up in the moment, and besides, the business part is over once you hand me the money,” I said with a wicked smile.
I went back into the bedroom after hiding the money in my clothes in the bathroom and found John/Robert lying back on the bed and naked. He stroked his cock a little as I kneeled between his wide spread legs. I looked up at him and said, “So should I call you Robert, or stick with John?”
“You better just stick with John. That way if you ever call me and ask for John, I’ll know it’s you.”
I nodded as I leaned downward and opened my mouth. I breathed on his hard cock and then closed my lips around him and wet his shaft. I licked his cockhead and worked his shaft in a rhythmic up-down motion. He moaned and I played with my cock at the same time.
I was rigid. Partially because John’s cock is actually a nice cock and it feels good in my mouth, but also because of the whole situation. I was actually a whore. I was actually sucking cock for money.
I had done it before, but not like this. I actually was being paid and expected to serve as a prostitute. I shouldn’t have been, but I was very turned on. I should have been terrified of the whole situation, but I wasn’t. I should have been frightened that the motel manager would do terrible things to me, but I wasn’t. I was just a slut with a cock in her mouth. No- I was just a whore, a paid whore, with John’s cock in my mouth.
“Mmmmm,” he moaned. I was doing a good job on him. “I want to try that ass of yours….”
Now I hadn’t been to a shemale prostitute in quite a long time, but I know that assfucking usually equates to a full hour session, or rather the cost of a full hour.
I paused and looked up at him. My chin glistened from a cocktail of wetness. “If you want my ass, you will need to pay the full hour fee” I said with the coolness of a seasoned pro.
He barely blinked an eye. He’d obviously come up to this problem before. I was sure when he bent to his pants and produced eight more twenty-dollar bills. He actually handed them to me with a smile. I took them and excused myself for the bathroom once again.
I returned with a smile. I was about to get fucked, which is what I really wanted in the first place. I stood at his feet and lubed my ass once more, mostly for looks. Then I put a condom on his rigid cock. I leaned over his legs and went down on him a few times before stroking his cock with lube and laying him on his back. I climbed on top and straddled his thighs, still stroking his cock. I put myself on one knee and one foot so I could lower myself. I reached back and guided his cock to my boycunt. The head popped in with very little pain. I waited and got comfortable and after relaxing my hole a little I lowered myself down to rest on his pelvic area. I had all of him in me. I reveled once again at the thought that I was being paid to fuck him. Then I looked down into his eyes and put my hands on his chest over his nipples. He was hairy and his once developed chest could have been toned a little but his seven and half inches felt perfect in me. I moved my other leg up so I was straddling him but with both feet on the bed so I could bounce up and down on my own power. I felt him thrust into me and I gasped, throwing my head back. I looked above the bed and saw my reflection in the mirror and thought- what a whore…
With that in mind I kept looking in my own eyes and said “Honey, you just let me start out doing all the work and you enjoy my sweet cunt.” I slowly began moving up and down on his pole. His cock was really hitting my prostate gland g-spot good. I fucked him nice and smooth for about five minutes and then I knew I was ready for him to do what he wanted and fuck me at his pace.
I leaned forward with my tits against his chest. I got up close to his ears and said in a low moan “Fuck my brains out.”
He began thrusting up into me and poking me deep. It hurt a little and I got back up so I could change the angle of his penetration, plus I could watch myself being fucked in my ass by my client. What a hot fucking whore!
He slowed and was tired of this position, so I got off and went over in front of the dresser drawer cabinet in front of the other mirror. I loved the visual affect mixed with the physical. He moved in back of me and angled his cock into my boycunt. He knew I was ready so he didn’t hold back. He started fucking me with all his might.
He started talking dirty to me also. “Take it you fucking bitch, you fuck-whore, you slutty whore!!!” Fuck me you bitch! I’m gonna fuck your dirty whore cunt like a little girl’s cunt, you slut!!!”
I would have been concerned but I was dazed by his penetration and continuous pounding on my g-spot.
Then without warning and just before I was about to reach down and stroke my cock he grabbed my cock hard and pounded into me really hard. He was cumming. “Hooooee Ahhhhhhhheeeeee! Uhhhhh uhhhhhh! Aahhhhhhhhhuuuhhhh!!!” he moaned.
I screamed out- “Yeah! Fuck my pussy!!! Make me your bitch! Fuck me!!!! Cum up my pussy!!! Ohhh! Yesss you know I need it!!!! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ohh yes!!!” I watched myself as I moaned and tightened my muscles around his cock to finish his fuck session.
He was still twitching when I pulled forward and let him out of my ass. I watched him begin to come out of his orgasm. I was still turned on, so I finished him off like a proper whore should. I rotated around to face him and kneeled down. I took the condom off his hardness and covered his slick cock with my mouth. His cum coated my tongue and I sucked him very gently. He thrusted into my mouth fast a couple of times to finish his orgasm. When he was finished I let him stay in my cum-coated whorifice for moment, and then took his cock out. I stood up, looked at myself in the mirror. I turned and showed him my cum covered tongue. Then I looked back at myself and swallowed. I breathed in and tasted his semen and then I licked my lips with a smile. He went to the bed and sat. I set to the task of tidying up. I put my panties on and hid my stiff wet cock. I picked the wet used condom up off the floor and found the wrapper. I wiped a few drops of cum and lube into the carpet and got John a hot wet hand towel to clean up with.
Ten minutes later he left and I went to fix my makeup. I stopped for a moment and took the money and divided it in half. I hid one half between the trashcan liner and the can. I was in front of the mirror when the door opened. The manager was back, but with a friend.
A slick drop of juice dribbled out of my ass and went down my thigh.
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