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This sort of originated during an attack of writers blank.
Thankfully I don't suffer from it often but when I do I play
around with any old idea and see what comes out at the end. If I
do get the blanks I try to write something completely at odds
with my normal style of writing and keep going until I sort of
get back into the groove. Anyone who has read my other stories
will no doubt pick up on this quite quickly and may not be too
happy with the way things go. Please bear with me! Normal service
will resume as soon as possible. Oh, and there are one or two
swear words in it so if you're likely to be offended then please
don't read it! If we are all lounging around quite comfortably
then shall we begin?
"Only the Once"
By Jennifer Richardson.
I'd made careful preparations over three months, from the initial
idea to the moment of putting the plan into action. From the
morning the first reply to my advert and the subsequent sifting
through of the replies that followed to selecting the right
candidate. Now the moment of truth had finally arrived. I gave
myself a moment of contemplation and a deep breath then slid my
arms into the sleeves of my long black PVC raincoat and belted it
loosely round my waist over the short red velvet mini dress.
Thigh length black patent stiletto heeled boots encased my
stocking clad legs, long blonde hair tousled and back combed, my
face made up to appear as sluttish as possible. Full pouting lips
glossed bright red, fingernails likewise, coated blood red.
I locked the door to the house and walked the hundred yards to
the street corner very aware of the twitching curtains from left
and right. My spike heels echoed in my ears, their clicking
giving me a thrill and filling me with pleasure. Cars passing by
slowed so the occupants could take time to gawk. Some sounded
their horns, others flashed their lights. Windows rolled down so
the drivers or passengers could shout at me or whistle.
The few people on foot that passed spoke behind their hands, in
whispers or in louder hisses. They saw me as a whore and wondered
what I was doing in their neat and tidy neighbourhood. What was a
tart, a prostitute, doing on the streets where they lived? With
their manicured lawns and carefully kept gardens? The roses
growing up over the doors of their exclusive executive homes.
Where everything was nice and tasteful, until now that they had a
whore on their doorsteps.
I'd been specific about the time of the meeting, eight thirty in
the evening, just as the twilight faded to nighttime proper. This
was just in time for the streetlights to come on so that I would
be standing under a brightening light on the street corner. There
was a corner shop behind where I stood and a steady stream of
people entering and leaving it. It was approaching eight o'clock;
leaving me a thirty-minute wait in the public spotlight, open to
view to all.
Twice kerb crawlers propositioned me; the first in a battered van
asked me if I was willing to fuck him senseless in the back. The
second wanted a blowjob, right there and then, as long as I
swallowed his load.
An elderly couple approached, the woman called me a dirty whore
while the man could barely hide the fact that he was trying to
see as much of me as he possibly could. She didn't want me or my
kind anywhere near their all too neat little corner of suburbia.
I doubt he would have minded, I bet he would have been only too
willing to sample what I could give him.
If only they knew the truth of the matter I thought as I screwed
out a cigarette under the sole of my boot, letting the raincoat
open to reveal the wares beneath. The dress clung to my curves,
cleavage showing off proud, firm jutting breasts. My legs
sheathed in the glossy black vinyl that glistened beneath the
streetlight.
When the sleek saloon car pulled over to the kerb I waited a
moment before stepping over to the car. When the window rolled
down I could see the driver sitting there calmly, as if butter
wouldn't melt in his mouth, whereas I was sure I could make him
melt in mine.
"You looking for business?"
"Maybe." I replied, leaning lower to display my cleavage.
"How much and what do I get for my money?" His voice was cool and
smooth.
"A hundred for a blow-job, you bring me off with your fingers."
He looked just as he had in his photograph. His short cropped
black hair, his face both rugged and handsome. I could clearly
see his muscles rippling beneath his white shirt as he leaned
across to open the door.
"Get in." Brusque, his voice deep and rumbling. No nonsense, just
business, once and once only, no complications, no relationship.
Just sex, dirty paid for sex between a customer and a whore.
I slid into the seat, my coat opening fully. Giving him a full
and clear view of the tight fitting red velvet that sheathed my
body. He looked across at me without expression, his eyes
travelling up and down my body as if I was nothing more than a
piece of meat. For the purposes of the plan that was all I was.
"You got somewhere for us to go?"
"Yes." I gave him directions he drove slowly and we circled the
block before pulling up outside of the house.
On getting out of the car I saw just how tall he was. He was
easily six foot five, much taller than I was, even though my
heels were five-inch spikes. He was very broad across the
shoulders and his arms looked to be hugely powerful. He was slim
and trim at the waist, his build like a triangle on one of its
points. His suit trousers clung to his thighs fitting tightly
tailored down his long legs to his expensive looking black
leather loafers. He had the bodybuilders physique without doubt
and was very handsome, just what the advert had asked for.
I picked out my key from a coat pocket and opened the door. I
turned to step closer to him in the doorway and his hands came to
my waist, encircled me and then drew me tightly against him. His
mouth lowered to crush against mine in full view of anybody
looking, his tongue forcing its way between my lips to lash at
mine. I felt my head being tilted back and I willingly accepted
that I was to be the submissive partner in the kiss and perhaps a
lot more.
There was little I could do to resist, even had I wanted to. I
sensed his strength and power and it was all that I could do not
to drop to my knees on the spot I was so turned on by the thought
of what was about to happen. Of what I was about to offer him,
give him and beg him to take. There was nothing I could do until
he released me and even then I merely smiled and turned on my
heels. I took his hand and led him into the house then and
straight upstairs to the bedroom.
He glanced round the room without making comment, taking in the
twin video cameras on their tripods as if he saw them everyday.
One was standing at the foot of the bed looking toward the large
mirrored bedstead and the second at the head looking to the foot.
I made sure that the camera's views covered the whole expanse of
the bed without showing each other.
After switching both cameras to record I then moved to stand at
the foot of the bed with my back to him. I watched the reflection
in front of me as his hands circled my waist and then reached
inside the coat to mould my tits. He turned me round again and
crushed me to his chest, my hands, palms to his chest, caught
between us, my fingers beginning to fumble at his shirt buttons.
His skin was so smooth, his muscles flexing and rippling under my
touch. I eased the shirt from the waistband of his trousers and
pushed it back over his shoulders where it settled while my
fingers struggled with the buttons at the cuffs and my lips
nibbled at the bunched muscles of his biceps, along his shoulders
and to his neck.
He kicked off his shoes and then brought his huge hands up to my
shoulders. I felt his immense strength, well in control, as he
slowly pushed me down. My tongue traced my journey to my knees; I
licked and kissed down across his chest and lower of his solidly
muscled stomach. My hands undid his belt and fly clasp, then
slowly eased down the zipper. I paused for a split second then
eased his trousers down to reveal a pair of black silk shorts. He
told me to wait while he stepped out of his trousers and removed
his socks. Then he slipped his right hand round the back of my
neck, holding me firmly. I looked up at him for a moment, as if
showing him I was willing to do what he wanted, then faced his
shorts once again.
He drew my face between his thighs, and then tilted my chin up so
that my red glossed sluttish lips were against the growing bulge
within the silk shorts. I kissed at it, lots of hot fervent
kisses until I slowly and tantalisingly drew his shorts down. The
friction of the black silk against my lips gave way to the heat
of his hardening flesh. I tried to tease him gently with my lips
and tongue but his huge strong hands tilted back my head making
me gasp loudly. Without a pause he speared my lips with his cock,
as deep as I could take it until I gagged. This didn't stop him
and he pushed on until he was deep into the back of my throat.
His prick hardened further still until it felt as if it had
completely filled my mouth.
Only then did his grip on me relax and even then it was only to
encourage me to begin sucking and tongue lashing his prick. He
began to ease his hips back and forth and he began fucking my
mouth. Slowly at first until I had become accustomed to its
action and size. Then with an ever-increasing force until the
full length was slamming into my mouth, sliding and lubricating
cross my lips. I felt as if my lipstick was smearing across my
face and I had to fight to contain his monster cock.
There was no doubt in my mind, he was paying me for his pleasure,
that was all it was, once and once only and he was going to make
sure he got his monies worth. What did it matter to him that I
might have needs of my own? I was a whore, his whore, powerless
to insist n my own pleasure, paid to provide for his. I was his
to be used and abused in any way shape or form. There was nothing
I could have done to protect myself, nothing to do to stop it,
and nothing I wanted more to have his cock erupting its hot
creamy load down my throat. Vulnerable and without any morals at
all, an alley cat slut being paid what I was worth. But it wasn't
to be; he was to deny me my face full and mouthful of hot
spurting juice. He stepped away from me and looked down. A wild
look in his eyes while his mouth twisted into a lustful leer.
"Get on the bed bitch." He snarled, I was about to protest but he
was soon lifting me to my feet. He pushed the coat from me in one
easy motion.
I hesitated for just a fraction of a second but long enough for
him to spin me round and throw me full length onto the bed, face
down. I was just about to pick myself up when I felt his hands at
my waist, lifting me to my knees. He then pushed me forward until
I was on all fours and I found myself staring at my reflection in
the bedstead mirror before me. My lip gloss was ruined, the
shining red gash of my lips looking so looking so much like those
of a used and abused tart, a slut to be taken and then dispensed
with.
There was nothing I could do but watch what was happening with
disbelief when he raised the hem of my skirt. He pushed it high
up onto the small of my back. I felt his hands at the waistband
of my panties and he suddenly ripped them down. He spanked each
of my ass cheeks six times, until they felt they were burning
hot. I then saw him spit on his fingers and felt them smoothly
rubbing up and down the crease of my ass. His fingers pushed at
my rosebud and then I felt the length of first one and then a
second finger pushing deeply and roughly into me.
I learned to relax my muscles very quickly; the mere thought of
another finger being slipped in alongside the two working their
way furiously in and out of me terrified me. This was what we had
agreed to, I'd blow him and then he would finger fuck me until I
came. I didn't expect the finger fucking to be painless but I
hadn't expected to feel so filled, and also so fulfilled. This
was what I had wanted to do, to play the part of a whore to some
stud customer. True I hadn't made him come but it was he who had
stopped me from doing so.
His fingers slipped from me and I moaned in disappointment. I saw
him grinning over my shoulder.
"Nice tight ass you've got there girl, now lets see just how
tight it is."
His hands held my hips in a vice, drawing me back towards him. I
felt the heat of his cock nudging between my cheeks.
"No! Please no!"
"Shut the fuck up, you know you want it and inch by inch you're
going to get it!"
It felt so huge, opening me wide and slowly pushing in. I thought
I was going to be split in half and my body felt as if it was on
fire. More and more of his rock hard cock pierced my poor virgin
ass. My muscles tightening and relaxing as and when they could,
trying to cope with the monster sized erection invading me. I
could hear myself moaning and my breaths were nothing more than
short gasps, to him it must have sounded like I was loving it.
"See baby? Not so bad is it? Now just a little more and you'll
feel my nuts on your ass."
A little more must have been at least three more inches but, as
he'd said, I felt his balls nudge against my cheeks. At that
point he began stepping round the bed, dragging me with him until
I was kneeling from left to right instead of top to bottom. All
of a sudden I could see my reflection and the lower part of his
body, from the waist down.
"Now you can see yourself getting a good fucking!" He laughed
deep in his chest, reaching down to push my dress up higher onto
my shoulders.
"Take it off." He snapped.
I had to lean back a little in order to raise my hands from the
bed, spearing myself even more fully as I did so. I whimpered but
managed to peel the dress off over my head revealing my red satin
bra and suspender belt. Truly I looked like the slut that I felt
I was, not only that but I had a huge hard prick deep in my ass.
He held me tightly at the hips and gave me time to catch my
breath then asked me if I was ready for him. My answer came out
as a loud groan and then in a high pitched squeal as he slowly
began to withdraw. It was only a momentary relief, as no sooner
had I started to relax than he began feeding it too me again. His
spittle giving a little lubrication but only a very little.
Impaled again, forcing a guttural gasp from my lips, then the
withdrawal and I finally found my muscles loosening enough for
him to sense it.
He built up the speed and rhythm gently at first, using his hands
to draw me back onto him to meet his thrusts, then, wonderfully,
I felt his hands ease away from me until he was supporting me
round the stomach and I was bucking back onto him myself. I was
being fucked in the ass by a big muscular stud and I was loving
every second of it. Submitting to his strength, being moved as if
I was a doll, all for his lust and use.
My gasps and moans grew deeper and louder, panting and goading
him onto give me harder thrusts, crying out that I wanted him to
fuck me hard.
He didn't disappoint me my handsome stud, filling my ass with
thrusts of his steaming hot cock. Pistoning it back and forth,
long deep shafts and then teasing short stabs that made me gasp
for the full length, moulding my tits with his huge hands one
minute and then gripping my hips when he began pumping rivers of
hot sticky cum into my ass. I watched in the mirror as his still
pumping cock spat out little flecks of his cream until finally my
ass muscles had squeezed every last drop of spunk from him.
I felt a sense of loss when his softening cock slipped out from
my ass. I wriggled it at him but he dropped down onto the bed,
sprawled out on his back staring up at me. I thought he was going
to say something but he just smiled, then grabbed me at the back
of my neck again and pulled my face down onto his cock. I lapped
at it, tasting his cum on my tongue, feeling the sensation of it
on my lips just as I could feel it beginning to dribble out of my
ass. I kissed licked and sucked until I felt it beginning to
stiffen.
Wrapping my fingers round the long thick length of the shaft I
began to work them up and down whilst sucking and blowing on his
crown. Running the tip of my tongue under the rim and hearing him
moan as I slowly and carefully took him deep in my throat.
I could feel the pulse of his blood, the heat of his lust and I
felt an awesome sense of power that I'd never expected. I craved
the mouthful of cum that he had decided to stop me from having,
choosing instead to rape my virgin ass. This time I could feel
him nearing close to his second cum and I worked harder, sucking,
blowing and suckling until I felt his stomach muscles tense.
The torrent spat into my throat, wave after wave, so much that my
mouth and throat seemed filled and drowned in the hot juice.
There was too much for me to hold in my mouth and too much to
swallow in one go. I felt some dribbling from the corner of my
mouth and drew back, determined not to loose any of it. I looked
straight into the lens of the camera at the bottom of the bed.
Just as I did so he let fly with a second eruption that spurted
into the air splattering my face. My nose, mouth and eyes were
covered in his sticky come.
"That's what sluts like you need you bitch, a good cum bath every
now and again."
He laughed and rolled from the bed. He dressed and threw some
notes on the bed and walked out. I knelt there covered in come,
licking my lips and using my tattered panties to clean as much of
the cream off me as I could. As I was doing so Maxine walked into
the room and switched off the cameras.
"Fifty pounds? Is that it?" She asked, waving the notes in front
of my face.
"It must be, unless he dropped some." I answered.
"That doesn't even cover the camera hire!"
"I know, but what can I do?"
A strange look crossed her face for a second before she smiled at
me.
"I think you can clean yourself up, sort yourself out and get
back out on the street. We need at least another hundred Sally,
so two more tricks should just about cover it. At least I'll make
some money selling copies of the video. Aren't you glad we've got
that editing suite in the spare room?"
"Not that there will be much edited out, just making sure that
the viewer gets to see everything of the whore being ass fucked
for the first time. Those blowjobs of yours looked really good on
the monitor. Especially when he saved that second blow off for
your face."
I just sat there looking stunned.
"And I think we'll have to modify the advert as well Sally. How
about, 'Bi T-girl seeks heavy comers; big muscled studs welcome
to use and abuse her. The bigger the better, the more the
merrier.' Maybe even find someone who's willing to give you a
little helping hand?"
Her fingers wrapped round my rigid pussypole and began to stroke,
in mere seconds my own cum was spurting onto the messy sheets.
"That's a good girl, now, go and tidy yourself up, I'm sure
there's be plenty of business for you."
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