Chris reached out with his hands and gently held my left breast as I brought it to his mouth. He kissed all around my turgid nipple, and finally latched on. His tongue worked on me as his lips surrounded my nipple and he sucked as hard as he could.
Jesus, what a charge I was getting out of this! This guy is paying me big money to suck on my big fat tit! And he loves it! I moaned and enjoyed the sensations. Little sparks ran from my nipples directly to my pussy. Jesus. Oh shit, I should be doing something, right? Oh yeah, grab his cock!
I grabbed my squirt bottle and saturated his cock with oil, at the same time he was getting much more handsy with my tits; squeezing both of them, rolling them, kneading them, all while never letting go of my left power nipple.
I lightly handled the head of his cock, enjoying the slippery feel of it. Grasping a little tighter, I began stroking him the full length. It was a nice cock, just kind of regular, I guess. But super, super rock hard. I made sure to squeeze hard when I got right under his tip.
I only stroked him like maybe twenty times when he released my tit from his sucking mouth and just whispered “Holy fucking shit!” I felt his cock beginning to shudder and pulse, I increased my stroked right at his dick’s head and kept the pressure firm.
I was immediately rewarded with spurts of cum! I felt the hot juice hit my right tit, again and again. I kept stroking him and looked at his cock, the spurts now just hitting his stomach and lower abdomen. Christ, I thought. This guys cums a lot!
Chris’s body went from rigid to limp as his orgasm left the building. “Oh my God! You don’t know how good that felt… thank you thank you thank you. I need a minute…” I smiled as he panted, still holding his cock.
I looked at the clock, 33 minutes. Right on schedule! I grabbed another hot towel from the warmer and cleaned his cum off my tit, then wiped his stomach and groin area all clean.
“Good as new!” I pronounced. I gently rubbed his shoulders and chest, and banged into his still hard cock.
“Patience?” Chris asked. “Do we have any time left?”
“Yes baby, about twenty minutes or so. What can I do for you? Another back rub or–”
“Well, if you don’t mind, maybe I could, um, play with your boobs some more? I can’t get this at home!”
“Sure baby!” I moved around to where I was standing right at his head and dangled my tits in his face. I teased him some before I let his mouth catch a nipple. Meanwhile, he reached over his head and discovered my ass.
Squeezing my cheeks, he exclaimed, “You seem to have lost your pants!”
“Yeah, um, they were here a minute ago…”
I mashed my left tit back in his face as he continued feeling me, trying to spread my cheeks.
What the fuck, I thought, and I spread my legs open wide.
Chris released my cheeks and placed his hand on my pussy from the front, and worked his fingers in between my pussy lips.
“Christ, you’re all wet!”
Yeah, I was fucking wet. I was very fucking wet. I would really like to cum, and I like this guy Chris! Mark warned me not to get emotionally involved, but, fuck! This is hard! I’m being all intimate with this guy, made him cum, he’s touching my cunt, and I’m not supposed to feel anything? Shit! I do feel something! I want to fuck the shit out of this guy!
But, but, that would make me a prostitute. A fucking whore. Which I’m not. Right? I’m not a whore? Or am I? Fucking hell!
Chris slipped a couple fingers right into my wet pussy. I stiffened up, but from pleasure, not anger or surprise. Goddamnit I want to cum. I looked at his cock, it was the same fucking hardness as it was before he came. Ok, think! Think of something!
I told him to hold still, and I climbed aboard the table again. I really wanted to impale my fucking self on his pole, but no, not today.
I squirted more oil on his cock, and squirted some on my cleavage, too. I nestled myself in between his legs so that my tits came to rest right on top of his cock. With just a little push, his cock snuggled in between my tits. With great tactical brilliance on my part, I straddled his right leg with both of mine, my pussy lips resting on his knee. Yeah baby!
I moved up and down on his cock as I pressed my tits from the side. “You like tit fucking me baby? Huh baby? Big fucking tits for you?”
“Yes! Jesus Christ YES! I love your fucking tits so much! Fucking big motherfucking tits!”
He fucked my tits hard while I humped his knee with my cunt and my clit.
“You feel my wetness on you, Chris? Huh? Feel my wet cunt? I’m gonna cum on you is that okay?”
Chris nodded yes vigorously with his head, but seemed unable to speak.
“Cum on my tits, baby! Fuck my big fucking tits and cum on me!”
Chris thrashed about and pummeled my chest with his raging cock. The look in his eyes, on his face, I fucking loved it. This guy was into ME! And he was fucking paying for it, for ME! Fuck yeah!
My thighs death-gripped his leg as my pussy ground hard into his kneebone. I was going to cum in about 12 seconds.
“Chris,” I panted. “I’m going to cum on you. Hope that’s okay!”
“Really! Oh FUCK!!” Chris groaned like some spook on Halloween as his convulsing cock shot more spurt between my big tits. Simultaneously, my orgasm hit me like I knew it would. It was a big, strong one, so much better than the small-to-medium ones I get by myself. This one tore at my insides like a fucking lion.
I leaked a bunch of juices on Chris’s leg, and finally collapsed lazily on top of him, forgetting myself, my job, my role, it was fan-fucking-tastic.
After a few moments or maybe an hour, Chris called to me. “Patience? you okay sweetie?”
“Yeah baby,” I responded, dreamily. Glancing at the clock, we still had ten minutes. Mark’s voice pounded in my head. It’s a business! Don’t get involved! It’s a business!
Right. It’s a business. Fuck!
“How about another shower, baby?” I asked Chris. “I’ll clean you up!”
We steadied each other as we went to my shitty bathroom and started the crappy shower. Chris’s cock was still hard.
“Viagra?” I asked him. He nodded.
“Well I hope that fucker goes down! Will be kind of embarrassing to show up in the emergency room with a raging hard-on!” I’m such a pisser sometimes. I think I’m funny, and sometimes that’s enough.
I scrubbed this man good, and let him wash my tits thoroughly. Apparently, they were amazingly dirty as he just kept washing and washing them with the soap. I smiled and giggled, you gotta love a guy who likes big tits like mine!
As we dried each other off, Chris looked kind of upset.
“You okay hon?” I asked.
“Yeah, was just wondering something.”
“What is it sweetie?” I asked.
“Well, it’s kind of stupid. I’d like to see you again, but I’d also like to kiss you next time. Is that weird?”
Oh fuck oh shit! I want to kiss him too!
“DON’T GET EMOTIONALLY INVOLVED” Mark’s voice boomed in my head.
“Um, no, not weird baby!” I said, trying to think of something else Mark had said. Oh yeah, GFE. “We can do the, uh, Girl Friend Experience thing. But it’s a little more costly.”
How much more, I thought frantically! I like this guy but I’m also supposed to charge him but I don’t want to scare him away. Fifty bucks? Fifty bucks for kissing? Sounds fair, I guess? That’s a total of $250, would he pay that? Oh shit what do I do?
“I tell you what,” I said, making this shit up as I went along. “I told you I’d tell you a secret. And that is, you’re my first ever customer!”
“No way!” Chris remarked. “You’re, you’re amazing! A fucking pro! I’ve been to lots of places and girls but you’re the best ever–”
I kissed him. And hugged him. And leaned into him, and felt his hard cock pressing into my belly.
“Come back next week, I’ll do any fucking thing you want for three hundred.” I dropped to my knees, took his cock and slapped it against my cheek. A little string of post-cum, or pre-cum, stuck to my cheek. I kissed his cock on it’s hard shaft.
“Any fucking thing you want.” I repeated.
Chris is now my best customer. You fucking better believe it!
– – – –
That first week I made $450, as Chris had left me an extra tip. I took Friday night off to relax, but I had guys texting me to see if i was available. This is pretty cool!
The next Monday, I had a big, fat, hairy but bald-headed guy. He was 350 pounds easy. Kinda hard to find his dick. Erect, he was at least 3 inches. Oh well, He liked me. Mark had said that I need to try and find one thing about each guy that I could like. With this guy, I like his attitude. He was like, Hey, I’m big and fat but so what!
Tuesday was Rick. So cute, single, and so nervous! His first time ever, he said, at a massage place. He wasn’t even hard at the halfway point because of his nerves. He was even shaking a little bit. Once I let him suck my tits, he seemed to calm down. He shot his load, grabbed his clothes and left without tucking in his shirt or anything! Maybe I was too big? Maybe I was too forward? Maybe he’s so socially awkward and this is the best he can do?
Wednesday Chris came again, he had texted that he wanted the ‘anything I want’ package. Me and my dumb mouth. I introduced a new little thing to my routine, drinking! I got some airline bottles of Fireball, Jack Daniels, and Patron. Also had on hand Stella beers and some La Crema chardonnay. Mark helped me pick these out. Said most guys could make do with these selections.
I opened the door for Chris, but he couldn’t see me as I was hidden behind the door. He stepped in and I closed it, revealing myself to be completely naked! I hugged him and kissed his cheek, then led him by the hand to the kitchen where I showed him my drink collection. Pleased, he chose a Fireball shot, and could he also have a beer? I shot a Fireball with him, and he opened the white wine and poured me some. He drank his beer in the shower, which I never heard of, but he said it’s kind of a thing.
The shot and the wine mellowed me quite a bit but I was still fully functional. I’m not a lightweight by any means! I may be poor, but I know how to drink. It was nice to be mellowed, that little bitch in the back corner of my mind kept telling me “You’re gonna be a whore, you’re gonna be a whore!” She was doing it a in a child’s sing-song voice which was really annoying.
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