1. High Class whore?


    Date: 7/19/2015, Categories: Fiction, Male/Teen Female, Young, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 73.3, Source: sexstories.com

    ignore me!” “That’s what I pay for,” I explained. “You just need a cunt,” she said. “With shapely thighs, great tits,” I added. “And no brain.” she stated. “An ability to act professionally,” I corrected as my hands wandered under her skirt and began to ease her knickers down again. “Quickly then,” she urged. “What?” I demanded. “Doggy style while I watch the children play.” she suggested. “Right, yes of course, always wanted to,” I admitted. “Then why didn’t you ask?” she asked. “It’s a bit kinky?” I suggested. “At least it’s not boring!” she replied. “So where else do you want to do it,” I asked, “The bathroom, Hyde park?” “A row boat,” she said, “In a van on the motorway, up a tree anywhere but a Premier Inn or your bedroom.” My cock was nuzzling her pussy lips, “You know what I want?” I asked. “No, what?” she asked. “Bareback,” I said as I eased my cock into her sopping pussy. “Me too,” she agreed, “Do it.” The glorious soft warmth of her pussy entranced me, filling my heart with joy as I eased fully into her well worn cunt, “Oooohhhh,” she cooed, “That’s nice.” “Just saying that?” I asked, “Part of your script?” “No, shut up, fuck me!” she insisted, so I ...
    did, hard, exhaustingly hard and finally, finally I started to cum. “That feels so good,” she insisted, “Who knows when the brat’s born I might get a Council House, oh and you can pay maintenance.” “Right,” I agreed, “Which Poundland?” “High street,” she admitted. “I’ll pick you up at eight,” I suggested. “In your dreams!” she said, “Look moron I’m dumping you.” “Dumping me?” I queried. “As a client,” she said, “Life’s too fucking short.” “What about a date?” I asked. “Hello, I’m not going to date you when I won’t fuck you for money am I?” she snapped. “Maybe if I took you to the Opera?” I suggested. “I suppose I could be persuaded,” she said, “Or a West End show or something, after all its no big deal to have your tiny little cock inside me is it?” “I suppose not,” I agreed. “So give me a ring when you have some tickets,” she said wistfully, “I always wondered what it’s like fucking on a sail boat when the waves are making it rock, or in a tent on a mountain.” “I don’t care where I am when I’m fucking you,” I replied. “Making love darling, it’s only fucking when you’re paying,” and with that she was gone. I looked at the clock, 9.30, she had conned me again.
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