A Day In The Life Of A Hooker: Part 2

by Anonymous

Frank dropped me on the middle of his double bed, and we started removing each other’s clothes. I took hold of his vest and struggled to pull it over his belly. He chuckled as he slid the coat off my shoulders easily.

Both items fell to the floor.

He lowered himself against my body.

My breathing increased as his attention turned to my thighs. He kissed the sensitive area curved below my cunt. He began at the top and then travelled closer to my ankles - longurously wetting skin to provoke my arousal.

I pulled his hair and begged him to continue.

He undid the buckles of my heels and dropped them at the rear of the bed, before massaging my feet.

I sighed at the treatment I was given, until he started sucking my toes. It created a ticklish sensation across my entire body.

I grimaced and sat up.

This was new.

“I didn’t know you had a foot fetish,” I laughed.

“I don’t. I’ve just heard it’s something girls like.”

“Not all girls,” I said with a frown.

“Ok, not all girls.”

Frank stopped his movements and rejoined me near the headboard. We lay down sideways and faced each other.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked, wanting to please him.

Frank turned on his back and began removing his joggers. I wasn’t surprised that it was the only piece of clothing concealing his cock.

It sprung out, semi erect, and looked angry.

I licked my lips with hunger.

“Suck me off,” he demanded.

I smiled and lowered myself to the area between his legs.

At first, I teased him.

I only licked the tip as if it was a small lolly found in a candy store.

“Fucking tease,” he moaned.

His hips lifted from the bed, so I had no choice but to wrap my lips around the entire length.

I slid down with ease and practice as I kept my eyes locked on his.

“I want you so bad,” he groaned.

I increased my pace and rubbed his balls, pushing him towards release, as Frank held the back of my head and kept me in place.

Finally he cried out and became stiff, before I tasted warmth and salt in my mouth.

I sat up and was about to rid myself of the cum dripping down my chin, when Frank spoke up.

“Don’t clean yourself. Come here. Give me a kiss.”

I sat on his chest and bought my face closer to his, so our lips could collide. I was busy exploring Frank’s mouth, that I wasn’t bothered when he began tugging at the hem of my chemise.

When it lifted from my body, it was at that moment I’d realised we were both fully naked.

He broke away from the kiss and admired my double Ds, while cupping a squeezing them.

“Your tits feel great.”

He licked my nipples and pinched them so they became hard.

I groaned and said hastily, “I want to sit on your face.”

He grabbed my hips and bought them closer him.

I was no longer sitting on his chest.

I lowered myself to his mouth as my hands held the headboard, preparing myself.

“Ooh! Freshly shaven!” Frank exclaimed.

My grip on the headboard tightened as his nose flicked my clit.

“You smell fantastic.”

Before I could answer, Frank began sucking the sensitive area.

He ate me out as if he hadn’t eaten in a year, and my body was the only source for nourishment.

I rode back and forth, moaning as his tongue entered me with a slurping sound.

“I’m nearly there!” I confessed.

He squeezed my thighs for encouragement and I finally released, pushing down on his face.

I came all over his mouth and he grunted in appreciation.

“That was fun” I began.

I squeeled as he grabbed and threw me onto my back.

I was trapped beneath him, like I was in the hallway, except this time we were laying in a missionary position.

His lips came closer to my ear as he said, “I’m going to fuck you now.”

I wrapped my legs around his back before my ankles connected with his arse, and my arms circled his shoulders.

He thrusted into me without warning, as he grunted and I moaned with relief.

He slid out as easily as he came in, and rubbed the tip of his cock against my clitoris.

It drove me mad.

“Tell me you want me,” he said.

“I want you,” I pleaded.

“Tell me I’m the best you’ll ever have.”

When I didn’t answer, he slapped my arse roughly.

“You’re the best I’ll ever have!” I screamed.

He thrusted back into me and we began fucking at a quick pace.

It must’ve been the tenth thrust, when he found my g-spot and kept hitting it.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes!”

We were caught up in our own world. My head kept banging against the board behind me, as Frank’s crushing weight and chest rested on my soft breasts.

I screamed his name a number of times in excitement, as he grunted and told me how much of a whore I was.

“I’m close,” I claimed, lifting my hips up to meet his.

My fingers tightened around his neck as I moaned one last time and came, lubricating his cock with my juices. I was seeing stars behind my eyes, touching the area where our bodies were connected.

I was certain he was wearing a smug expression.

I leaned forward and grabbed his face between my hands, before planting a wet kiss on his lips.

“Steady on,” he said before immediately breaking away. “It’s my turn soon.”

He continued thrusting into me even though I’d reached my high.

After a couple of minutes, Frank buried his face in my neck and bit down to stifle moans. His hands slapped my arse cheeks as he came inside me. The hot, thick sensation sent my eyes rolling backwards as I lay underneath him.

I felt the sheets of the bed become wet.

As soon as the last drop of cum emptied, Frank tried to remove himself from my body.

“No, stay with me.”

“Someone’s needy,” he said with a smirk.

“I want you inside me for a little while.”

Frank looked quizzical, but complied.

He gave a small peck on my lips and lay on top of me. He used my breasts as a pillows, clearly exhausted.

“For how long?”

“Until I fall asleep.”

“I’m not too heavy, am I?”

I looked down at his face and realised he’d already fallen asleep. His snores became louder by the second.

“No, you’re not heavy at all,” I whispered.

I didn’t know how long it was after Frank fell asleep, when I knocked out myself.

All I remembered was the sensual plop sound of his cock exiting my cunt, as well as, how satisfied I’d been after weeks of never getting laid.