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Call Girl Confessions, Part 4
Date: 9/4/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: Jonathans_Fantasies, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories
hundred dollars Joey was paying for me was the only good thing about the situation. Joey had seen me standing on the corner of Mulberry and Market Streets and given me the once over. I knew he liked the looks of me as I had dressed to get his attention, a skimpy sequined tube top with no bra, a very short mini-skirt, and high heels. Now back at his home, the old guy showed me through to the living room and offered me a beer. I sat in the chair opposite him and opened my legs so he could see I wasn't wearing any panties. I allowed him to gaze at my bare pussy as he looked in his wallet for the cash. "Where do you want to do it?" I asked him as he handed me five twenties. "In my bed." he mumbled as I tucked the money into my small purse. I followed him into the bedroom. The place was a mess like the rest of the house. Dirty clothes thrown all over and the rumbled unmade bed looked like it hadn't seen clean sheets for weeks. This was the cum stained bed I was going to be fucked in. "Get undressed." Joey ordered, pointing to the bed. I was bought and paid for; obediently, I slipped my top off over my head and stepped out of my short skirt. I stood naked before the old man. Joey quickly removed his own clothes. As he pulled off his shorts I saw his raging hard on. He was huge, much bigger than I had taken before. "Suck it you little slut!" he demanded, waving his cock in my direction. I sat down on the edge of the bed as he walked up to me. He grabbed the back of my head and ... with one hand, he forced his cock into my mouth. I took his cock into my mouth submissively - "like a good little whore," he commented. His cock was foul; it tasted of stale urine and semen. My lips sealed around his shaft as my tongue caressed his cock. For someone who worked in cleaning the city streets of garbage, he was surprisingly filthy in his own life. "That's it you little cocksucker, take it all!" he moaned as I began sucking his meatpole. He pulled me down onto his cock forcing it deeper into my mouth. I felt him hitting the back of my throat and a began to gag. Joey pulled his cock out of my mouth slapping my face. "What kind of a whore are you... can't suck a cock?" he spat at me. I opened my mouth to protest, but he filled it with cock again, shoving himself down my throat. He held his thick cock deep down my throat as he held me by the hair until I tapped his leg, letting him know I needed a breath. He pulled out and I choked coughing as I tried to suck in a breath. A couple short gulps of air and he went back down, pressing into my throat until my nose touched his stomach. His belly hair tickled my nose adding to my distress and once again I tapped his leg. Pulling out, a thick strand of saliva connected my mouth and his cock. I gasped as I snatched another breath of air. But he wasn't finished with my mouth yet. He plunged back in and this time he began pumping in and out, fucking my face as he grabbed me around the throat, feeling his cock slide around inside. ...