By the door, “Are you alright Dr. Gonzalez?”
Without missing a stroke of his wand, “I’m fine, Grace, just an accident.”
“I’m cumming, Traci. Swallow my cum, sweetheart.” He let her up and she went down on her knees to take his load. She felt the shaft expand and her mouth took a tremendous amount of his spunk. It kept surging and she swallowed as much as possible, some of it creeping out the sides of her mouth.
Pete grabbed handful of patient’s tissues and climaxed into the wad. “I thought you were all about ethics, Dr. Gonzalez.”
“I try, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t fucked women in this office before and I could only hold out on a girl like Traci for so long. I’ve had all sorts of pervy patients in here and at some point you just have to fuck them. Especially if their husband gives you the green light.”
“You know, Doc,” said an amused Pete, “you’re a lot more practical than I thought. So, honey, is this the therapist you were looking for?”
Still wiping the cum from her mouth, “Oh ya! I think we’ll work well together, but just to be clear I don’t want to change anything. I just want a confessor.”
“You could get a priest for that,” said Gonzalez.
“No, too judgmental.”
***
On the ride home, Traci didn’t recognize the neighborhood. “Pete, where are you going?”
“Just a little side trip before we go home. You’ll see.”
As Pete drove deeper into the area it became clear as to what was going on. She noticed women in all sorts of sexy attire standing along the sidewalk, cars pulling over, some getting in.
“Petey, what are you suggesting?”
“You said you wanted to try street walking. I thought you might give it a try. I’ll stay in the car and keep an eye on you for an hour or so and then we’ll go home.”
“But I’m not ready.”
“You look ready to me. Spandex dress with cum stains, tousled freshly fucked hair and five inch heels. Pull the dress down on your shoulders again and you’re in business. We’re near a seedy little diner frequented by truckers so I don’t think you’ll have difficulty getting attention.”
“You’ll watch out for me?”
“Of course.” Pete pulled over. “I scouted this out the other day and some of the girls were talking their Johns behind that building over there. It’s dusk and time for some action.”
“I’m nervous.”
“Here, I’ll set things up for you.” He reached across her body and opened the door, “Thanks for the fuck, bitch,” he said loudly, “now get the hell out of my car!” Pete, smiling, pushed her out.
“Asshole!” she yelled, standing there giving him the finger as he drove away. She stood still for a second as the other girls checked her out. She walked only half a block before a Mercedes pulled alongside her, bringing down the window.
“Hey there, darlin’, are you busy?”
She came and leaned into the window. “What did you have in mind, baby?” she asked.
“How about a quick fuck before I go home,” said the man, sixtyish, balding, with an over developed gut. Despite his looks reminding her of a pug, Traci was tingling with excitement over the raw nastiness of the transaction.
“How much for that nice looking ass, darlin'”
Traci had nothing prepared so she just tossed out, “Two hundred.”
“I’ll give you one fifty. Get in. There’s a place around the corner.”
Traci didn’t argue the money but got in the car. When she opened the door the dome lights shined on her. “Wow, you’re a pretty one,” he noted. “My name’s Sam, what’s yours?”
“Traci”
He drove around the back of the building Pete had mentioned. The back was burned out so he could pull in. “I wanna fuck you on the car hood.”
“Cash up front,” she said boldly, chancing that she could make a demand. He didn’t hesitate and counted out the bills which she promptly deposited in her handbag.
They got out and he leaned back against the car, she pulled down his trousers and blew his modest member until he was erect. “Hands on the hood and spread your legs,” he said, commanding what he paid for.
He entered her and methodically went about his business, occasionally wheezing as if this were his only regular exercise. To her, it seemed that being fucked like this felt so crude and debased. She wondered if she would even sniff an orgasm but then the crudity itself took over her body and his big belly slammed against her buttocks and suddenly it stirred a pleasurable place and she moaned long and low as she came on his cock and her cum dripped a drop or two onto the pavement.
“Don’t cum in me, cum on me,” she told him and soon the wheezing stopped, he pulled out and with an audible exhale he sprayed his seed across her rear and fell forward, pressing her against the car.
“Fucking best whore I’ve had in a long time.” he said. Even the compliment was crude. She acknowledged it and pushed him back so she could breathe. “I’ve never seen you around here before. Is there a chance I could see you again?”
Her answer, “Maybe, I don’t know,” was such a nebulous response that he took it for a no. “I drive by here from work hoping for a little piece of ass before going home.” He handed her a business card and asked her to call if she was in the area.
He drove her back to where they’d met and she was once again hooking. Looking down the street she could see Pete parked a couple blocks away. Or was it? The car turned the corner and drove off.
A few moments later, a pickup truck with a camper pulled near her. “Hey, girlie, how’d you like to ride an eight inch cock?”
She approached him, “Sure. Know where I can find one?” she said, playfully mocking him.
Grabbing his nutsack, “Right here girlie. You and I go for a ride and I’ll show it to you. How much?”
“Two hundred.”
“Whoa, that’s a little much for me. Maybe you give me the eight inch discount.”
“One hundred and you make it quick.”
“Deal. Hop in, there’s a park a block away.”
“My name’s Traci.”
“I don’t really care what your name is. I just want to fuck you. I’ll probably never see you again.’ He handed her a hundred dollar bill.
They got to the park and stepped into the camper. “Get that dress off,” he brusquely told her. As he was removing his own clothes he asked her, “How many guys have you fucked today?”
“Six or seven, she lied.”
“Well, it’s about to be eight.” He was already rock hard. “How do you like it, girlie?”
“I like it hard and quick.”
He wrapped his hands around her thighs and dragged her onto his cock. He was right, she felt it go deep in her. “Like that, girlie?”
“Fuck me, big man.”
That was about the only encouragement he needed. He began to pound her pussy and slapping her tits. He was just this side of overly aggressive but Traci loved it.
Bang, bang, bang. Her orgasm was a matter of due course. She loved to be abused and ridden hard and he didn’t disappoint. “Uhnnnnnnnnnn” she screamed.
“You like this you little bitch?,” and he wound up and slapped her across the face and then pulled her hair. She orgasmed a second time. “Bitch is loving it.”
“Cum on me not in me,” she said.
“I bought you. I’ll cum wherever I want.”
He held her ankles and with a final flurry of fucks he blasted his cum in her. “Ahhhgggggggggggg, fuuuucccckkkkkk!”
Trying to catch their breath, he pulled out of her and sat back on his knees and proudly watched his handiwork seep out and down her inner thighs.
He tossed her a towel.
“I liked that shit,” and he started laughing. “You don’t seem like the regular hookers I pick up down here.”
“I’m new.”
“If I see you again I’m snatching that pussy right off the street.”
He dropped her back to her original spot and, with little in the way of a goodbye, sped away. Pete came right up behind him and picked her up.
“So…more or do you want to go home?”
“Home, please,” she said.
“Okay”
“I can’t believe you did this for me. What a sweet thing.”
He started laughing. “You’re welcome.”
“So, how much?” he asked.
“What are you talking about?”
“How much for a quick fuck, bitch?” he asked as he pulled the car around the back of the burned out building.
“Why, Petey, you nasty boy!”
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