Authors: Jayne Rylon
Jealous stares will lance me when I opened the curtain after he leaves.
Nothing new there.
“Yeah, I should get a fucking allowance. Being a bouncer at a live sex show ends up costing me more than I make some nights.”
I chuckle. “But it’s cheaper than paying to see the show on your own before you head to the district. You know you would anyway, you perv.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Rick grins as he spins me around then bends me over the stool I use to sit on when my feet get tired of my shoes at the end of the evening. He yanks the thin strip of cloth covering my pussy to the side. “You’re probably right.”
I watch over my shoulder as he strangles his cock with a meaty fist then slams inside me with one thrust. Fuck that feels good. Full. Possessed.
He starts fucking me hard, fast and deep. From zero to sixty in no time at all.
“Shit, your pussy is soaked tonight, Star.” He growls as he pummels me, tipping the stool forward with each thrust. He’s right. Loud slurps and wet slaps accompany his fucking as my pussy overflows. “You must have had a lively one before me.”
“A newbie.” I moan when Rick grinds deeper. Damn, he’s huge. His cock connects with a particularly sensitive spot inside me when he forces himself to the max. There’s no controlling him, no topping from the bottom. And I adore surrendering to his desires.
“Oh, you do love to corrupt them don’t you, baby?”
“Mmm.”
“I bet he didn’t drill you like this though, did he?”
“Hell no.” I know Rick well enough that I don’t worry when he wraps his fingers with my hair. With a reputation for protecting the women at his job, and those he frequents in the district, he’d never really hurt me. In fact, the mild sting in my scalp starts to turn me on again.
Too bad he won’t last that long.
On break or not, he’s never needed more than the basic. I probably won’t have time to come again. Oh well, I can always take care of myself before the next customer…or wait and unleash my passion with a lucky guest.
But damn, his driving lunges feel good. They sway my breasts beneath me, brushing my nipples over the fabric of the seat.
“Fuck me, Rick. Give it to me hard.” He loves it when I talk dirty because he knows I mean it, unlike some. A grunt accompanies each of his drives inside me. His balls slap my clit on each pass. Damn, maybe it won’t take long for me either. “Give me your cock please.”
“Yeah, Star.” Air bellows in and out of his lungs in giant pants as he works harder and harder to fuck me. My pussy clutches him tighter, forcing him to slam into my willing body. “You’re so dirty, baby. Getting off on my Euro. I love it.”
He groans then clutches my hips for leverage.
Better hurry. He won’t maintain this pace for long. Too bad because it feels divine. I arch my back, angling my hips to maximize the impact of his scrotum on my clit. He plunges into me hard enough that my ass jiggles between each reentry.
When he begins to grunt behind me, the earthy sound pushes me over the edge. I scream as I shatter around his impaling cock. My passion drags Rick under. He fucks me with short, animalistic jabs as he fills his condom with jet after jet of hot semen.
He withdraws as soon as he’s finished, stripping the latex from his purple flesh and tying it off with one practiced motion. I stand up quick, my orgasm still lingering. The rush of blood to my brain has me reaching out to steady myself with one palm on the red brocade wallpaper.
“Hey, you okay?” Rick tucks himself back into his uniform then plops onto the stairs. He drags me to his lap, holding me against his still-heaving chest for a moment. His concern touches me. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Nah, stood up too fast. You know I like it rough with you.” That’s the truth.
“Thank God ’cause you destroyed me. But what does that mean, you like it with me?” He scrunches his eyebrows, studying my flushed face with an intensity and nearness that makes me a little uncomfortable despite all we’ve done together. “You’re like a sexual chameleon, you know that? Taking on patterns to blend with whatever you’re near. But…unlike the other ladies I spend time with, you really enjoy it.”
“I didn’t know you were a poet,” I smile. The relationship between me and my clients can be many things, he’s right about that. But this is one of my favorites. Relaxed friendship, no-strings erotic interludes with someone I’ve come to trust over a series of meetings.
“Me either but there’s something about you, Star.” He grins. “Maybe someday you’ll tell me your
real
name, huh?”
“Not even after a fuck like that.” I pat his cheek as I get to my feet, rearranging my costume to cover my pussy. “Besides, you’re going to be late if you don’t hurry.”
“Shit, you’re right.” He kisses my shoulder on the way out. “See you soon.”
I wave through the window as he backs away with a smile.
Tonight is going to be a good night.
Early Morning
I’ve long ago made enough to cover the rent on my window and the nightly take required to maintain my standard of living. Some girls work nonstop to guarantee their future. I stay each night until morning because I want more.
Not a bigger house.
Not a cushy retirement fund.
Not jewelry, or a car or fancy clothes.
Though I’ve ended up with those things for myself, I want more of this feeling.
The crowds have begun to thin a little, only the hardcore and the determined left out and about. So I’m surprised to catch sight of the older couple, conservatively dressed, who make their way—hand in hand—toward my window.
About twenty feet out, the somewhat overweight man turns to his partner and asks her something. I can’t hear from this distance but I see her nod. He strokes her hair from her face then kisses her with enough love to generate a shockwave of affection that reaches my post.
They turn toward me once more, the woman smiling when she catches me witnessing their exchange. She’s a lucky lady and she knows it. Still, they continue toward my window and shock me again by nodding discretely.
I open the glass and wait to hear what they’ll request.
“Do you enjoy being with other women?” The gentleman makes a polite inquiry. Nothing crude here.
“I do service them, yes.” I nod.
“But do you enjoy it?” He stands firm on his inquiry.
“Yes, depending on the woman.” I shift my gaze from him to the lady beside him. “I would like to entertain you and your…”
“My wife.” He can’t help the involuntary smile the proclamation brings, even after what I would guess is some time spent in marriage. They’re a perfect couple.
“I’d be honored to join you in seeking pleasure together.” I open the door before we’ve negotiated specifics or rates, something I seldom do, but standing in the open with them violates my sense of intimacy. Another rare occurrence.
I close the curtain then perch on the stairs since the space in the booth is limited for two, never mind three.
“How can I help you?” I study the pair as they take stock of their surroundings. For some, coming inside is like Alice falling down the rabbit hole. Through my window is another world. I get the feeling they’ve done this before, but never quite like this.
“I—I’m having trouble performing lately.” The man glares at the floor, but his wife doesn’t allow him to feel shame. She rubs his back then wraps her arms around his waist. He grips her wrists, squeezes then takes a deep breath. “I’d like you to make love to my wife. Using a strap-on. I want to watch.”
I look between them and nod. Not a request I’d take on for just anyone. I consider situations like these on a case-by-case basis. I never want to fulfill a man’s fantasy at the expense of his wife. Or entangle myself in a highly emotional situation if I can’t justify the end result to myself.
“Are you attracted to me?” I ask his wife.
“I thought you were gorgeous in the window, but after speaking with you, I’m sure.” She nods then sighs, rubbing her breasts against her husband as though she can’t help herself. “It’s been so long. I’d love for you to fuck me. Make me come. We agreed another man will never be inside me. It doesn’t feel right. But with you it does. Please help us?”
“I recommend an hour session so we’re not rushed.” I turn to the husband in time to see his relief and joy mingle.
“Will two hundred Euro cover the cost?” He pulls the bills from his wallet.
I would take this job for free, though most prostitutes would wring an exorbitant price knowing how badly they want the experience.
“Yes, that will do fine. Please put the cash in the drop-box.” There’s no room for me to maneuver between them.
The man hands his wife the bills then adds a third at the last instant. A lovely gesture.
“Follow me.” I head up the stairs, stripping my costume as we ascend. By the time we reach the top, I’m naked. I pause to collect supplies—a few condoms, some lubrication and the strap-on I keep in the top drawer—before climbing onto the bed to make room for my guests.
The husband’s glance flicks to my bared breasts as I lounge on the bed.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” His wife grins at the sheepish look on his face. “It’s okay to look.”
“Undress your wife,” I suggest from my vantage point.
He does as instructed. I love watching them function as a team. She raises her arms for him to lift her shirt. She turns so he can unhook her bra. They operate without discussion. No instructions are necessary between them.
When she turns back, they kiss. A quick, perfunctory peck before he moves on to her skirt. He slides the fabric down her hips, revealing her nude beneath. No panties cover her pussy and no hair decorates her mound.
“Nice.” I recline against the wall and spread my legs. I don’t realize I’ve moved one hand to massage my breasts and the other to tease my swollen pussy until they turn their attention to me. “Join me.”
I hold out my hand to steady the wife as she settles onto the mattress. Her position must grant her husband a world-class view of her ass and glistening core. I hear him whisper, “Jesus.”
His wife and I share a mischievous grin and a chuckle. She knows the power of taunting a man before granting him what he wants most. How would it feel to be incapable of bestowing ultimate pleasure on my customers?
Suddenly it is her I empathize with, not him. He has lost something to be sure, but she has lost more. I welcome her into my embrace, enjoying the way our bodies fit together, softness to softness. She looks into my eyes and sees my empathy, recognizes our bond.
Before I realize what’s happened I’ve broken one of my cardinal rules. Her mouth descends, covering mine with supple lips that massage and tease rather than plunder. I reach out my tongue to lick the taste of mint from her lips. I lose myself in the exchange, pressing her to her back on the bed while I settle between her now-spread thighs.
Our breasts press against each other. Our hard nipples dent the soft flesh of each other’s form. A ragged groan breaks into our serenity. We turn to look at the agonized face of her husband.
“It’s always been a fantasy of mine.” He grimaces. “How ironic that when it finally happens, I can’t enjoy it.”
His wife stiffens beneath me, some of her enjoyment lost.
“Being unable orgasm or get totally hard doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy this.” His wife nods at my words. She squeezes my hand, encouraging me to continue. “Why don’t you take off your clothes? Lie down next to us. Relax. Kiss your wife. Hold her. Share the moment. Just because you can’t experience sex as you’ve always known it doesn’t mean these things are no longer pleasurable. Yes?”
“Yes.” The single word cracks as he utters it. Moisture lends his eyes a touching sheen in the indirect light of my loft.
“If something more happens, then fine. Don’t put so much pressure on yourself. Enjoy what’s there and see what happens, okay?”
It must be okay because he begins to remove his shoes. His socks, shirt and pants follow. He’s not the most attractive man I’ve ever laid eyes on, but something about him makes him far sexier than the body he was born with. His wife agrees. She shifts below me, stroking our skin across each other, ready for the next stage of our adventure.
I can smell the musk of her arousal and it turns me on.
The bed shifts as her husband joins us, gathering her close to his solid trunk. She turns her face from me to greet him with a searing kiss. One hand lands on his haired chest, seeking connection with the man she loves. Watching their interaction up close is one of the most arousing things I can remember seeing.
I adjust my position so our legs interlock. My thigh presses her steaming center, drawing a moan from deep in her throat. At the same time, I straddle her wider leg and begin to move, grinding on her in a pattern guaranteed to stoke the embers in her core.
Only, I can’t pleasure her without doing the same to myself.
Their kiss breaks when she gasps, writhing beneath me now.
“She needs more.” Her husband knows as well as I do when it’s time to move on. I bet he was a phenomenal lover in his prime. I want him to be part of this. Want him to give his wife as much as he can. Otherwise, he will never obtain satisfaction.