1. Call Girl Confessions, Part 2


    Date: 8/21/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: Jonathans_Fantasies, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories

    licking his lips in anticipation. I lay down on the bed and got ready to do what I needed to do. He quickly shed his clothes after watching me and climbed into bed. He crawled over the top of me and lay on top of me preparing to get what he was due. To say that he stunk is an understatement. I don't think the guy had seen soap since puberty! He reeked of sweat, gasoline, cigarettes, beer, and a few other odors I didn't recognize. I almost puked after the first couple of whiffs of his stench. I was able to keep down my lunch though, swallowing a couple times to settle my stomach. He push my legs apart And took hold of his cock getting ready to enter me. I closed my eyes and waited for him to penetrate me and I didn't have to wait long. I don't know whether it was the drugs that caused his cock to shrink, or if he was just naturally small, but he slid easily into me even without lubrication. My pussy had some difficulty gripping him - you see Paul was a fairly large man and I had gotten used to him, so this needle-dick barely made an impression on me. But I guess the excitement and anticipation of finally getting laid was enough, because after a bit of huffing and puffing I could feel him getting ready to cum. "I'm gonna cum now whore! I'm gonna cum all over that pretty face!" he said then he pulled out and shot his load onto my face and tits. His cum didn't smell as it should either, having a strange acrid smell to it. After he finished the last spurt, he grabbed me by the ...
    hair and pulled me onto his tiny cock. "Suck it! Suck my cock clean, slut!" he growled. I took him into my mouth, about gagging - and not from his size either! I licked and sucked his cock clean and then pulled back away from him. "There... you got what you wanted for the deal. Now can I go?" I asked him. "No I think I want some pussy for dessert!" he said reaching out to grab me. I'd had all of him I could take. I grabbed a lamp off the nightstand and swung for the fences, catching the sleaze right in his hooked nose and sending him rolling backwards over the bed howling in pain. I turned and ran out of the room and past Paul in my haste to get away from the whole scene. * * * * * I left Paul after that. I knew that I had to find some way to support myself - I wasn't going back to him and I damn sure couldn't go back home to Mommy and Daddy! I looked in the paper and found the ad for the temp agency and decided to see if they had anything I could do. I began working as a cleaning lady, cleaning other people's houses and offices. It paid just enough to keep me in a small apartment and keep food on the table, but not much more. I struggled to get by, but at least I wasn't involved with the likes of Paul anymore. I even quit the booze and the drugs - mainly because I couldn't afford them! I worked as a cleaning lady for about a year when one of the other girls in my cleaning crew told me of a way I could earn more money. I had been complaining about always scraping by and never ...
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