The Walk after the Busted Date or My first Job as a Hooker
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The Walk after the Busted Date or My first Job as a Hooker Part 3
"So what did you have in mind?" I said in my best sultry voice while
turning part way around. My back was arched slightly to make my ass stick
out just right. It must have made the two young men a little nervous.
One, for being so forward and assuming in my nature and what would you
expect. My body was well worked over finishing less than a hour ago by
four delicious cocks and the opportunity to make a couple more quite
happy was, well, when on a roll, to be taken advantage of. And two,
that's simple. I loved being the instrument to give someone else pleasure
and here I was answering that call.
"Well?" I quipped raising an eyebrow. "I'll answer for you." "It's an
hour from closing time and you guys have been striking out since it
opened. You're fed up and just left. Am I right?"
"Um. No, no. That's not it. Nobody was there who met our standards and we
just decided to leave" he said with an unsure voice like a kid with his
hand in a cookie jar.
"And you my lady," said the other young man with an air of confidence,
"meet our standards. Just the type of lady we are looking for."
"Lady" was emphasized to make sure he knew I knew what I most likely had
underneath my skirt. Or, was that to point out that the word "lady" had a
different meaning entirely. Either way, they were right and I wanted to
be their Lady for sure no matter what that meant.
After the bantering of power control and who gets what and who goes
where, we were walking back to the club they just left. A note about the
bantering. I love it. The words used to entice, the compliments, and the
leering looks which left nothing to guess what they wanted, made me feel
so wanted and that, in turn wants me to give myself to them.
While taking the short walk back to the club, I found out their names
were Zack and Rodger. Rodger was the more confident one either by too
much to drink or something else. I wasn't sure. The way he held my side
as we walked didn't seem to be influence by an extra whiskey. I wonder
what it was? Zack was really a quiet one who seemed to be lost in thought
more than focusing on me.
"Hey man. We're back to close the bar down. My lady here doesn't have to
pay for the last hour, does she?" Rodger said to the bouncer with a slick
grin and a nod.
With a tilt of his head and a stare of surety he returned, "Nah. Go on
in. Don't make me have to come in there and kick you out for being stupid
again. I still remember what happened a few months ago. Do that again and
you won't ever return. Got it?"
A few silent nods by all parties around and we were back into the dimly
lit bar with it's half filled dance floor, cacophony of music, loud
talking, and a barely registered question by my new friends, Rodger and
Zack.
"I said, Do you want to have a seat and get a drink?" surprisingly from
quiet Zack.
I nodded and Zack took my hand and led me away from the dance floor to a
quieter area away from the dance floor. Rodger wanted shots all around
and came back with 2 Kamikaze's and a Gimlet for me. It got me thinking
before we downed our shots. I still have the musky aftertaste of, um,
whatever their names were, and their musky cum around my recently coated
throat and this will wash that away. Ah well. "Cheers!" we all said in
unison. Maybe that will be remedied sometime soon.
"Ok boys. I have to ask. What did you two do last month to leave such a
lasting impression on the bouncer." I said with a grin.
Zack began, "Well. We had this fantasy thing we wanted to do. And well,
It didn't quite go the way we wanted it to go. She chickened out and I
insisted a little too much, aling with Rodger. It just didn't work out."
"Ok." I questioned. "That didn't really tell me too much. Give me the
details. I like to help people with their fantasies ya know."
His mouth started to open, he hesitated, and that's when Rodger chimed in
and said "We were trying to see how far we can go in a public place and a
compromise was taking a quick trip into the men's room. You know. For a
quickie. Zack and I Together."
"Really?" I said incredulously. "And you say you found a willing
accomplice who took you up on this offer of a quick tryst in the men's
room? By the looks of this place, I doesn't seem like anyone of the male
persuasion would have objected. Is there anything else you aren't telling
me?"
"No. Really. That's it. Zack was leading the way and when we were about
to go into the bathroom she just hesitated for a sec and Zack kept going
pulling her off balance and hitting the floor. It looked bad. I admit it.
It looked like we were forcing her, bad. Just miscommunication. Really."
and saying that with his best puppy dog eyes he could muster. Even in the
dim light, he was doing a pretty good job and turning to Zack, he was
doing the same thing.
We talked about some nothings for a few moments to change the subject of
which they were a little uncomfortable about. That began to change too as
time went on. I can tell they were working up to the point of asking me
for a favor. The comments were going to some of the same when we first
met. The compliments of my looks and that I had nice lips for kissing
things as well as both of them began to rub my legs at the same time. How
I manage to keep myself soft was a practiced skill that was being put to
the test. My tummy though was a different matter. The butterflies were in
full flight mode anticipating the time for them to be let free.
Quiet Zack surprised me again by out and out suggesting that I help them
out with their fantasy of taking a walk to the men's room for a quickie.
It wasn't so blunt as that but context of what he was asking was to the
point. They had me so horny, I would have taken them right there on or
underneath the table.
So there I was, being deliberately led by Zack around the outside along
the walls towards the men's room when he abruptly stopped and turned.
Rodger was pressing his hips into the ample crack of my ass and Zack
grabbed my elbows to move my hands behind my back.
"By our conversation over there you may have guessed that we have a
slight kinky bent, right?" said Zack.
Rodger finished and said, "By the way you look, we think you have one
too"
I looked at Zack, to the bathroom hallway, and back at Zack with a shrug.
Really. All I was thinking of is 'why is this taking so long to get to
the bathroom. I have a few cocks to drain.' feeling Rodgers cock on my
ass and the quick ratcheting of a pair of handcuffs on my wrist.
"What the....." was all I could get out before a finger was pressed on my
lips. I was given the choice to continue without causing a fuss or since
they didn't want to get in trouble, to go our separate ways right there.
This is what their last attempt must have looked like. But this time, I
think they knew that they had someone who would play along. They were
right. All it took was a quick nod by me toward the hallway and we were
off.
Zack rushed ahead and poked his head out from the men's door waving us
in.
I enjoyed the walk too. My hands were rubbing the growing bulge of Rodger
behind me anticipating what I may find behind the denim.
I was quickly led to the handicap stall in the far corner past a few men
at the urinals. The heady aroma of Maleness wasn't missed. It was like a
big sign that said, "NO WOMEN ALLOWED!" The outsider was me with my
perfume and heels clicking on the tile floor. I was completely subdued by
it all. I was in a room full of sharks and I was the meat not wanting to
make a fuss and be noticed. Too late.
Rodger spun me around to face me and he said "So baby. You want to see
what you were pawing in my pants. Here it is. I'll show you."
He backed up so I can him unzipping his pants and pulling them down at
the same time as his underwear. I love this moment. It's his most fragile
time where the slightest movement will either boost his confidence or
shatter his ego. Once he stood up, his cock was a pleasant surprise
sticking out from his waist. Looked like 6 inches with a downward droop.
I gave an accepting smile from his cock to his own smiling eyes.
I turned to Zack beside me and said, "It looks like he's happy to see me.
And what do you have down there?" Smiling and licking my lips while
rubbing his lumpy crotch at the same time.
He said "I don't think you have seen how much Rodger is really happy to
see you."
Looking back at Rodger and then down to his cock again, I think I know at
least one thing that gives him his confidence. The head of his wonderful
shaft has blossomed into helmet that would make a German proud while
everything behind it has grown to a hefty 2 inches wide and 8 inches
long.
All I could mutter was "What the fuck?" as Zack pushed me down to be face
to face with such a beautiful specimen of man meat. I barely heard the
phrase "Open up" before his cock was pushing past my lips into my
anticipating mouth. My mouth was stretched and it would have been
uncomfortable if it wasn't for the fact that my mouth was well practiced
earlier in the evening. He just held it there with his firm head resting
on my tongue, waiting. It was my move. I leaned forward to het just a few
more inches into my mouth before sucking and slowly pulling back
aggressively rubbing my tongue under it. That's how I got my first moan
out of Rodger. Yesss!
I repeated this action a few more times before his first spurt of precum
washed over me. Another one of my loves. Knowing it was me who made him
hard and going far enough to taste him.
Rodger gently pushed me away and reached down to pull something out of
his wallet. He held it up to me before my eyes and he sternly said,
"Magnum" in a voice I have heard before but not from him. It was the
voice of the Dominant. A voice that said with conviction and confidently
"You are mine and I am going to do with you what I want which includes
Fucking you!"
I was turned around and began to straddle Rodger sitting on the john. He
held my skirt up and pulled my panties aside with one hand and guided his
waiting cock to the entrance of myself that, once penetrated, instantly
turns me into a complete submissive. What I was before is gone and at
that moment, I have gratefully become an object of sex for the one who is
inside of me.
I can feel him pushing against my entrance now. He was gentle by letting
me set the pace and once his pronounced rim popped inside, it was my turn
to let out a guttural moan of a person who has become what I need to be.
To feel him stretch me and remove all aspects of who I was and to
reinforce what I have become was all I cared to be at that moment.
Eventually, seeming like an eternity, I was able to rest my legs and sit
fully on my Masters lap impaled and unable to move because my legs were
shaking and weak from the long descent.
Zack wasn't waiting too long for me though. I looked up through my sex
induced haze to another stiff cock staring back at me. What could I do
other than to open my mouth and accept him and let him penetrate me with
all of the gusto he could muster? He thrust to the back of my throat
causing me to gag and pull away.
"Okay you whore. What are you gagging about? Can't you handle my cock?"
said "quiet" Zack. "C'mon. You can do it." before stabbing me with his
cock again but this time slowed down so I get him past my throat.
He wasn't that long and thankfully on the skinny side so being prepared
allowed him to get his balls all the way to my chin.
"Ok my Kinky Lady. One more thing. I want you to dream you are in the
Ritz Carlton while sitting on my lap. Here's something to help." said
Rodger as he placed a blindfold over my eyes. Those butterflies were
going into overtime and how was I to complain? There was a cock in my
throat!
Rodger really enjoyed himself not by going in and out. He stopped that
when I tried to bounce on him. The cuffs made it difficult to push up on
anything and get my balance. I think Rodger planned that. He preferred to
have me rock back and forth moving my bowels around and giving his meat a
home to rest in and be happy.
Zack was enjoying his attention too. He was the opposite and liked the
action of face fucking me with his hands on the side of my head. The
taste of cock and the precum has definitely returned overwhelming the
Gimlet from earlier. Cock. They ought to make a soda out of it. Somebody
made pork soda so they should be able to make cock flavored soda, right?
What the fuck am i thinking? I was snapped back to the moment by hearing
Zack say, "Are you ready baby? You cum whore! Oh fuck! You're such a
fucking whore! You're making me cum!" Numerous grunts of satisfaction
followed.
I anticipated a solid thrust into my throat and wasn't disappointed! The
breath was at the right time to hold him there and feel him shoot himself
into my throat. The hotness of his juice was felt all the way down to my
stomach and with every pulse was stretching my throat sealing it so not a
drop was lost. The pulsing is something I enjoy. It's not just the flavor
of cum all the time that makes sucking cock so great, it's the physical
sensations too!
Something entirely unexpected happened while Zack was cumming and it took
a moment to realize it. There was a cheering section at the same time. I
didn't hear too much past the blood rushing through my ears but there
were sounds to let me know we were not alone. Fine. Looking through the
crack of the stall and hearing the noises of our threesome was apparently
plenty for the guys in the other part of the bathroom.
"You were a good little whore, Leslie. Did you like that? You like
sucking cock?" said Zack with an air of Dominance about him.
All I could do was to give a loud hum of "uh huh" and a nod with his
slowly softening cock in my mouth. He pulled out with a pop and my mouth
was still open waiting for him to stick it back in to massage him down.
What came next was a dry and fully erect cock in it's place! Those
bastards! They must have had the bathroom stall door open the whole time!
A hand was quickly placed on the back of my head and my protests went
unheeded. The new cock proceeded to fuck my mouth with the same vigor as
Zack. A hard slap on my ass by Rodger quickly stifled my protests by
putting me in my place and reminding me what I was. I was an object for
sex and I was owned by the Master's cock I was impaled on. My mindset
returned to the cock in my mouth and I was drifting into the place where
sex was all there was. I began to taste of the new saltiness in my mouth
and before I could begin to map out the veins on this new cock I was
pleasuring, he too jetted his seed into my waiting mouth. This time it
was shallower and my tongue tasted the full effect of his cum. It was the
commonly thick, hot, and musky taste that had the bitterness of too much
alcohol.
As soon as that was done, I heard Zack say, "Good whore. Swallowed all
the cum, did we?" and in hushed tones, "Dude. Pay up."
This new cock was quickly replaced by another, and another, and after the
5-6th one I decided it wasn't my place to keep count any more. A few
cocks were too big to make it down my throat so I was able to savor their
while others were jammed far enough to feel them pulse enjoy the warmth
going down my gullet. One was even small enough to go all the way in and
just get past my teeth.
With the poor lighting and the position of my predicament, I think all of
the men thought they were getting head by a real Lady. That's fine by me
to be thought of as a genetic woman. A real fantasy in my little world!
After all the commotion was over and the bathroom was quiet, I was still
sitting on Rodgers cock. I'm not sure if he got a little softer during
the time I was giving head but at this point, I couldn't tell. His
manhood had me well impaled and quite difficult to dismount if I wanted
to. He said, "Here you go Leslie. Give your pussy a workout and make me
cum." The handcuff were removed and I was able to brace myself on the
rails on the sides of the stall. I left my blindfold on to see myself in
the Ritz like he said. I've been waiting for this. His cock sort of
'disappeared' by sitting in there like it was. Little movement and
focusing on the cocks in front of me but it on the back burner. Not any
more! My body became alive again knowing I was doing what I was meant to
do. I began to piston on my manly intruder. Wait. Intruder? I want him or
any cock in there so he wasn't an intruder. No matter. He was there and
It was me who was being his conduit for pleasure.
"Stand up Leslie" Rodger said sternly.
I did feeling the loss of what was there before being bent over to be
filled once again. This time, Rodger wasn't passive about it. He
quickened the pace much faster than I could do on my own. I tried to
match his thrusts but it was futile so I did my best to squeeze his cock
with my hole. That didn't work to well either. It was in there for so
long and as large as it was, I was all stretched out! I was going to have
one huge gape after this is all over!
I began to have a feeling that I only was close to with the men earlier.
My tummy began to have butterflies except in a deeper fashion. I was
horny as a dog in heat and yet my girly part was still soft. What the
fuck is happening? The sensation began to build and build spreading from
my ass up into my stomach. I am going to cum for the first time today and
what an ending for the day it is going to be! I could hear the men saying
that i'm going to cum and this time they were right. Rodgers massive cock
was hitting everything at the same time and his fucking finally put me
over the edge. The tingling, butterflight, contractions, and the shaking
must have set off Rodger too.
I felt him pull me full into him and hold me there and moments after, his
cock seemed to expand ever so slightly more, pulsating, and repeating
what humans have been doing throughout time, the practice of
reproduction. His own quivers were transmitted to my ass cheeks and felt
throughout my body. There were a few hard thrusts but mostly he just held
it there to relish in his conquest.
He pulled out leaving a void in my being and I was still bent over
holding on the stall's rail. I stood up trying to clench myself closed
and wasn't sure if anything was happening. Whoa. Such a feeling to have.
Rodger and Zack kissed me on the cheek and left me standing there in the
stall by myself. After checking myself over in the mirror and realizing
what just happened, a sly smile crossed my face and on wobbly legs moved
me out of the bathroom and down the hallway to the silent bar. The lights
were still low and 3-4 patrons were sitting in the corner. The last thing
I heard before stepping out into the cool night was the bouncer saying,
"Come back anytime Leslie. We'll save a place for you."
The walk back to the van was uneventful and when I went to get my keys,
there was a massive wad of cash and a note saying "You have been a good
whore tonight. Here is your cut and you can see how you earned it at
RZ@#$%$.com We told the guys who took pictures or videos on their cell
phones to submit them there. Call us and let's work together again. -
Zack and Rod"
Vera
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