Boy Visit His First Customer

Literotic asexstories – Boy Visit His First Customer by sailor_ams,sailor_ams
Completely naked I lay on the floor in a hotel room. My Legs completely spread and my hands behind my head and my cock, because of a tiny blue pill, lies stiff and big on my stomach. A slippery white drop of moisture hangs from my glans. A red shoe with a large stiletto heel, with a foot in it, plays with my balls. Every time the photographer calls ‘ready’ I look up as horny as possible at an older woman above me. As she continues to play with her foot, placing the needle hook over my penis or on my nipples, the photographer gives assignments and keeps clicking.

She put the tip of the shoe in my mouth, the photographer tells me to look in fear. Well done, ready and again the studio light flashes. I move to the bed. The red shoe is replaced by a red silk glove that gropes me everywhere as the photographer gives his commands and the studio light flashes again. The glove becomes red panties. Sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs wide, I am siting as a dog on my knees with my head at pussy height and my tongue clearly visibly. I lick the small garment. Finally I lay on the ground sucking her toes in red lace socks.

The photo shoot started two hours ago. In the first shots I was fully dressed with a red glove on my crotch, in my mouth or in my hair. I was groped everywhere. Buttons from my white shirt were opened and the hand disappeared underneath it and played with my nipples. The two gloves slowly undressed me. They opened the zipper of my pants, lowered my panties and showing the content. Sometimes the photographer took a close shot, but there were also photos with my whole stripped body with the beautiful hotel room in the background. There was, besides me, always a female hand in a glove, foot in a shoe, pussy in a panties or another body part in a red silk garment on the photo. Her face was left out of the images. They were clearly body parts of an older woman playing with that beautiful boy body. She was allowed to use it, she owned it, but she was discretely not shown. My face and body was owned by everybody who wants it. Public property, ready to be sold as a piece of clothing.

The photographer packed up and disappeared. The older lady gets dressed, jeans, sneakers, T-shirt so that her large breasts remain clearly visible in a black leather jacket. She walks over and stands in front of me and gives me a kiss, full on my mouth. Her hand gently grabs my genitals. As her tongue plays with my tongue, her hand plays with my cock. She pushes my foreskin back and she plays with my penis. She starts to jerk me off. Her full hand around the top of the hottest part of my cock. Her tongue licking my lips again. She lets me go and steps back to watch me. Her look gropes my naked body like it’s her lollipop. She lets go of my stiff cock and turns around and leaves the room.

Naked as a newborn baby, I am now alone in the middle of the hotel room. I lie on my back on the bed to recover after this hard work. My hand grabs the still half-rigid cock, it was played with for an hour and a half, but the highlight was never reached. I want to get rid of the accumulated tension and picked up where she left off. My bald jerk is more sensitive and moister than ever before. The pre-cum from the previous session still leaks out of the hard body part between my legs. I close my eyes and see the dream I had every night the last two weeks, again.

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I stand almost naked, in the middle of a light show, on a small stage in a pub. A soft pink glow makes me look like young and desirable. At other times, I stand in a blue or bright white light in which every hair on my body is visible. Vulnerable to show every woman what I am, or want to be, a male whore. The women in front of me scream hard when I slowly start taking my hands away from my masculinity. My lower body moves to the rhythm of the music, as I show them more and more of what I have or are. Eighteen centimeters, with trimmed pubic hair around it and sturdy shaved testicles underneath. All becoming increasingly visible for the ladies. I spread my legs, put my hands behind my head and showed it all. They screamed like savages. I see the eyes of the women in the front row of me, they’re staring at my beautiful, completely hard cock. I move, and the stiff part between my legs, swings along, right in front of their eager eyes. Horny looks from middle-aged women aimed at my lower body. Somewhere in the rear I hear a woman shouting “Masturbate”, the rest takes this over. The bartender turns off the loud music. A choir of horny women rhythmically shouts the same word at me. They want action. I grab my manhood in my right hand and start tugging it carefully. A slow movement from my hand forward and backward. The wet glans that comes out of my hand and grows as my hand pushes the skin further back. Never have there been more than two eyes on my own toy. Now there are dozens staring at my boy body and my tool. I got horny.

I have my eyes closed and enjoy it. With every movement of my hand, my glans gets wetter and more sensible. Every time there is the best and most wonderful feeling there is. Every move there is a shiver of pleasure going through my whole body, longing for more and more. Or faster and faster, or harder. The touch of the most sensitive piece of my body becomes more intense with every stroke of my hand. My entire lower body feels like a separate part of me and floats around somewhere between the horny wives. The movement of my hand accelerated with the pace of the screaming mob in front of me. My nipples harden without me touching them, my mouth get moister and full of saliva without a tongue or finger in my mouth. My entire body shimmers with the fluid that flows out through my pores. Every blow of my hand makes the feeling in my lower body grander and more sensitive. It is so tasty and sensitive that it hurts. I can no longer stop; the pleasure of this pain is too great. It’s unstoppable. I have to cum. The combination of lust object, the screams and my own hand drive me crazy. When the tempo becomes too high to scream like a choir, they start clapping into the rhythm of my hand movements Every time my hand touches the top of my cock, a wave goes through me and through the room. The waves come more and more often and becomes longer and deeper after each time. The rhythm continues to rise. More and more often and harder, my hand goes over the tip of my penis until I can’t stop it anymore. A tsunami of warm sperm sprays around. Blobs on the ground for me.

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I got back into the hotel bar from two weeks ago. Luckily, I directly saw the same beautiful Asian waiter as last time. I hoped that he would, like the last time, offer me a free beer and could help me to get money. The first and last time I was here, he paired me with an old American tourist, she paid for my drinks and my body. I was her one-time whore. Now I needed more money, and fast, so I could survive as a student in the big city. All I got from her was already spent. When I found a room to sleep, after my girlfriend had dumped me, I had to pay two months’ rent in advance and was broke after that. I found a job in a grocery store to survive, but I couldn’t afford my rent, studies and food for the next month. I was drowning in this big city.

‘Good evening, sir, looking for a free beer?’ The waiter said while he placed a beer in front of me.

‘Maybe I need more,’ I said.

‘She liked you, she wanted more, but I could not contact you. She left a week ago. Back to the states’

‘There must be more?’

‘Not now. But I would want to fuck you,’ he said as he placed his hand on mine. ‘You have a lovely ass; I will pay a hundred euros for your ass right now.’

‘No chance.’

‘Too bad, I might be able to help you, but not on a onetime basis. That’s not how we work. I need boys to be available for me when I need them.’

He told me he was earning some extra money. He talks to lonely guests at the bar and arrange things for them. His friends, who are working in other hotels, did the same. And most of them own a few willing boys or girls who wants to earn extra money. We share them, and find a match for our hotel quest, and make money.

‘I could use you as an extra boy to work for me, there is always demand for young boys. But there are rules you must adhere to. We need to have good pictures, so we can show your body to the guest. You must dress and behave like a top escort. And you work exclusively for me, and never refuse an appointment,’ he said

‘I need money now.’

‘But you’re not suitable. Hotel guests don’t want an unshaven-faced student in old dirty jeans, with a body smelling of sweat and unwashed clothes, no matter how beautiful you are, they want real class and are willing to pay for it. They are hotel guests in the exclusive hotels, they are not looking for a street whore.’

When I explained to him that I had no money for clothes or a photo shoot, he said he could lend me money. Then he could dress me up like a pro, pay the hairdresser, beauty salon and arrange a photoshoot. After the first few customers, you can start paying back the loan.

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My phone peeps, I open a text message: “Room 432, Amsterdam Schiphol Hilton, 11:00 PM”. It is Thursday evening, two days after the photo session, and I am studying for my exam tomorrow morning. I take a shower, shave my facial hair, armpits, balls, anus and pubic hair. I lubricate my entire body with a body lotion, which costs more than what I normally spend on food in a week. From my closet I grab a small boxer panty, a sleeveless T-shirt halfway up my tight stomach and socks just above my knees. Everything tight around my body and made from translucent black lace. It costed me more than a month working in the grocery store. I look in the mirror and see a beautiful boy’s body in horny underwear. I rub my gender and see that it reacts acutely. A sturdy tree can be seen through the lace.

It will cost me at least a half hour to get there, so I must run. My last half hour as a normal boy who only had sex when there was a click or love. I had already sold my body and soul five days ago when I signed the ‘I owe you’ at the bar. A few thousand euros with a high-interest rate for my transition to a top-class male whore and a verbal promise that he would take care of dates.

I take the train and walk through the almost deserted airport to the hotel. I get into the elevator to the fourth floor. When the elevator door opens, I hesitate to get out, the door closes and I go back down. I don’t know yet whether I want to continue allowing myself to be used. This will be the first time ever that I will ring a complete stranger’s doorbell because she wants to have sex with me. I will have to spoil her, make her dream come true because she paid a lot for it. Even though I don’t know how high the rate is. I have doubts, I’m nervous. I can still quit, let my parents pay the debt and go back to the country. Or just go into hiding, disappear. This moment is my last chance not to do it. I have doubts, this moment determines my future. Male Whore or married country boy.

A few minutes later my legs are shaking as I stand in front of the door. I doubt whether I can or want to do this. My fingers knock softly on the door. I hope she’s not here or that this is just another fantasy. Just like my dream as a nude dancer in a bar. That I will open my eyes and wake up with a wet spot in my pants. The door opens. I step inside and she closes it behind me. I turn around. A woman, wet hair, wearing a white hotel bathrobe and slippers, surveys me. I look at her and she lowers her eyes. My first customer ever and she acts like a girl who doesn’t know what she wants. And I don’t know either. How do you deal with a paid customer who passively waits a meter in front of you? I had no idea, I wanted to leave. What does she want from me, what should I do now.

I expected a woman who wanted to use me as a young man. Twenty years old, a nice and willing boy next door. Ready to use and play with. I am not a dominant adult male who took charge. I wanted to run away, hide behind the curtains or in the bathroom. But she just stood there, waiting. She clearly didn’t know what to do either. Maybe I should just leave and forget that this ever happened.

I take a step closer, lift her head up and give her a kiss. A normal kiss, right on her mouth. For a moment she doesn’t respond. She keeps her lips tight together, then my tongue feels them part a little. I push a little harder and she allows me further into her mouth. I go in and explore the area, moving deeper and faster inside her. She opens her mouth and let me tongue to do his thing.

I place my hands on her ass and pull her forward. Through her bathrobe and my jeans, she can sense that something is about to happen. She must feel the bulb in my jeans. She lets it happen. I stop, take a step back. She looks up at me. I grab her bathrobe, loosen the cotton belt and unfold the robe, pushing it down over her shoulders. She lowers it to the floor behind her and now she stands completely naked in front of me. I look shamelessly at her body. I estimate her to be around forty, nice breasts. Not big but just nice, a little more than a handful soft female flesh. Sweet little nipples that I would like to lick, suck and gently bite. No real belly, firm thighs with beautiful feet. She is beautiful. And she pays me, when she could have hit me up in a bar. I would have gone upstairs with her anyway and she would have been allowed to do anything with me. Everything.

“Turn around” are the first words I speak to her. She hesitates, waits and looks at me. Could I have misunderstood the signals of submission? Maybe she expected me to get on my knees in front of her and lick her pussy or gently caress her breasts. Or that I would undress, strip, for her. I wanted to leave.

She turns around slowly. A real woman’s ass, not a nice tight bubble butt, but wide, large buttocks with soft, quivering flesh. I take a step closer so she can feel my jeans against her naked bottom. I can feel her shaking a little, she’s just as nervous as I am. My hand cups a breast. I see goosebumps on her arms. I carefully massage the soft flesh. My hand squeezes it gently. No woman can know what I feel as a twenty-year-old boy when my finger strokes her nipple and feels it getting harder when I rub it, it is so incredibly nice and hot. She seems to be breathing a little bit harder. My hand moves to the second breast and immediately pinches her nipple. She moans.

“I want you,” I whisper in her ear.

“Yes, take me, do whatever you want with me.”

“So you’re my slut. You want to be fucked?”

“Yes,” she said very softly.

“Nice, an older slut. You’re going to regret this.”

I now place my second hand over her hairy pussy. The middle finger immediately feels between her labia. She’s moist, like a dog in heat. I push the finger in. She spreads her legs a little more, so I have more room to go in deeper. A second finger also squeezes in, she moans louder. I pump the two fingers deep into her slit. Slowly in as far as I can and then out again. I don’t have to please her, I don’t have to massage her clit, because she’s mine. I stretch her up, moisten her so that my firm cock can fit in properly. I push my wet fingers into her mouth. The fingers of my other hand pinch her nipple firmly. I feel that it hurts her, but still I squeeze it a little harder. I push my pants against her bottom so that she can feel the rough material with the big bulge in it and I let her take a step forward towards the bed. I push her upper body down until it rests on the satin duvet. I spread her legs with my feet. I open my zipper and give my pole some air. I place it on her buttocks and make a fucking motion so she can feel what’s coming.

“Ask me to fuck.”

“Please, take me.”

I lift her ass. Feel her wet fuck hole from behind with my finger. Slide forward a little further and find her most sensitive nub and rub it hard. She moans, but I don’t let her enjoy it for too long. I wet my finger between her large labia and then I feel her asshole and push the tip of my middle finger in. She is shocked, frozen. I replace my finger with my cockhead, which I also push onto her tightly muscled man’s cunt. She won’t let me in. I lift the ass up a little more so my cock can reach her sacred hole. I penetrate her between her wet lips. In a long, slow movement I enter deep into the warm, moist hole. She screams softly, pressing her ass firmly against my body. I take him out and repeat the penetration again. I enjoy the view, the big ass and my pole that disappears between it.

I pull it back again, but this time I pull it back further. She freezes again as my wet cock heads between her legs towards her anus. I lift her ass further so that I am right in front of it and push my precum, wet cockhead a little further into her tight hole. I gently push against it. My girlfriend always got extremely horny when I did this, but I never went further than half an inch. Now I felt the sphincter getting harder as I tried to push it in. I feel her fear and hear her swallow. She doesn’t tell me to stop, she prepares herself to surrender to me and accept the pain. To have her ass deflowered. For the first time the most submissive use of her body will take place. Being fucked or raped in her virgin ass. Perhaps her most fervent desire.

I pull out, put it in her pussy and fuck her. Hard and sturdy. I stop in time, grab my cock and give three final jerks before pouring my precious fluid between her legs. The white juice drips down her ass to the still virgin hole. I couldn’t resist pushing it in a little with my finger.

Then I undress and crawl under the duvet with her. Her head on my chest she plays with my semi-erect cock with her hands.

“Thank you,” she says.

“Would you have stopped me?”

“No, but I’m glad you didn’t.”

We talked some more. Today was her birthday, forty. She should have been home with her husband and two older sons. But she missed the plane, the meeting took too long, and the cab was stuck in traffic. She had a small crush on a friend of her eldest son, and she thought that boy wanted her. They had already kissed each other once and then the fluid ran between her legs, especially when he grabbed her tightly. Sex with her husband was sporadic and boring. I understood that I was her fantasy.

“Give me a blowjob.” I said after her story. And pushed her head under the sheets.

I felt her warm mouth around my semi-erect cock. She took it gently, licked the head and took it a little further into her mouth. I felt my cock growing and her sucking it with her tongue. It was too sweet. This wasn’t blowing or sucking from an older woman who want to please an inexperienced boy. This was just licking. I pushed her face down with my hand, deep over my shaft, down to her throat. She gagged, but I pushed her mouth deeper over my cock. Loosen the grip on her head and when she pulled her head back, I pushed it back again, hard and deep. She gagged but I didn’t care, I fucked her mouth and came in it.

“Now you know what your boy wants tomorrow.” I spoke.

“Thank you, I want to be his slut and you taught me a lot.”

After two hours I stood in an empty hallway in a hotel, with a large tip.