by Dark Angel
When we step out of the shower, the cold air gives me instant chills. David hands me a towel, and I watch him dry off and then wrap the towel around his waist. How can such a sexy man be this up close and personal with me right now? I want to tear off that towel and lick every inch of his body. In fact, it doesn't sound like such a bad idea. I reach out and pull his towel off, letting my own drop to the floor. I wrap my hand around his cock and start to stroke him in my fist. He's rock hard and giving me a grin that has me instantly sticky with arousal between my thighs. Fuck, how can a smile make my pussy so wet? That smile is a great ride and an amazing sight. Licking my lips, I watch his eyes follow my tongue. I part my lips slightly and watch that look of anticipation play out on his ruggedly handsome features.
David pulls my hand off his cock and picks me up. I yelp and wrap my legs around him. He carries me back to the bedroom and back to the bed. He sits me on the edge of the bed and I reach out for his cock. Stroking the shaft, I put just the head in my mouth and suck, looking at him when my wet mouth closes over his cock. I watch for how he reacts as I slide him deeper into my mouth until I'm taking all of him. I bob my head back and forth, sucking his cock fast. His hands gather up my hair into a ponytail handle and he presses my head in time with how I'm sucking him. I know how he likes to fuck my face, so I start to work him faster and bring my hands to cup his balls. His breathing goes ragged and I feel his hands squeeze around my hair more as he starts to pump my head over his cock more. I love when he takes charge. I like that David doesn't think I'm fragile. He fucks me like I'm unbreakable and when I'm with him, that's exactly how I feel. I want him to come, but he has other ideas. I feel his balls loading up and how steel hard his rod gets in my mouth, but he pulls his cock out of my mouth and releases my hair.
I start to regain my normal breathing rhythm, my heart racing.
"Not so fast, I was promised a ride," David explains.
I point to the headboard and he goes and sits against it. I climb aboard and slide down on his dick, slowly, watching his face as I take every inch of his cock.
"You like that monster in your pussy, don't you Christina?"
I suck in my lips and nod, starting to ride him.
His hands wrap around my hips. "Your tight pussy wraps around me so good," David groans.
"I thought that pussy was yours, David," I say, biting my lip and bouncing on his cock hard and fast as I can. I feel the pressure building in me, that sharp, tingling sensation of his huge cock smacking up so deep in me, to the hilt. I'm moaning loudly before he can answer. I could barely groan that sentence out.
"That is my pussy," David says, his hands reaching down and cupping my ass. I'm already bouncing hard on him and his hands trail back up to my hips and start slamming me down on him, hard.
I'm screaming. He's fucking me hard. Deep. I work my hips, rolling against him and making sure he fucks just right and deep into me that I'm shaking around him. I put my palms flat against the wall and I balance myself to keep up with how hard he's pounding me. I squeeze my inner walls around him and pull his hands up to grab my breasts. He is getting a ride, no matter how good him slamming into me feels. I'm taking charge of this before I come. I feel how rock hard and close to coming he is, and I want to make sure that I ride him there. I slow the pace and drop myself up and down his cock almost completely emptying my pussy before I drive down for him to fill me up. I see the sweat on both our bodies and now we are both so, so close. I bite my lip and work up the speed, driving us both to the edge of insane. "Fill this pussy up with cum and show me how much you own it," I moan. I pull his hands off my breasts and hold them up against the wall. I shove my tits in his face and his tongue is all over them and I'm fucking falling apart all around him.
"Fuck, Christina, you are too goddamn hot. I'm gonna fill your pussy up with so much cum," David groans and bites my nipple. We both ride a wave, his cock spurting a huge load of cum inside me and my pussy milking it out while I gush out my own cum. We're so wet with cum it's like we never dried off. I pull my legs tighter against him and hold him in, savoring every last inch of his cock as I'm shaking on top of him. I'm squeezing his hands so tightly it almost hurts and I release when I start to feel the waves subside. His hands pull me closer to him and his face is on my neck in the spot where he always goes. I think I want a tattoo there. It isn't just my pussy, my ass, my mouth that's his. I want that part of me claimed, too, where I can see when I look in the mirror. When he isn't there, I want to see him there. I wrap my arms around him. He slides his cock out of me and I groan with his exit, shaking around him.
"We may need to shower again," David laughs.
"I just need to brush my hair. I think I want all of your cum all over me and in me all day," I say, and I know how filthy it sounds. But I mean it. I want him to come all over me. "Next time, you're coming on my tits and I'm licking it off. I love the way you taste," I tell him since we're playing dirty confessions.
"Fuck, Christina," David grabs me and kisses me roughly, biting my lips and holding my face to his so our foreheads are pressing together. "You keep talking like that and we're going to start all over again, and we need to get your hair brushed and get something to eat before we both die from all these calories we burned."
I laugh. I hear how he's joking when he talks about calories—no doubt he watches his figure, but that was definitely a funny thing for most alpha males I’ve ever known to say—but I like knowing I can turn him on as much as he turns me on.
David orders room service and we have breakfast — and he tells me that he has to go, which is good, because at about the same time, I get a text from Thomas with my next client’s details. He tells me that we need to talk. A sinking feeling for a moment makes me think maybe something didn’t go well with Carl, but I realize that can’t be true.
17
Christina
"Christina, I know that you’re hesitant but you gotta trust me. I am not going to steer you wrong. And look, this is what he's offering," my pimp, Thomas, says sliding his tablet over to me and handing me the phone.
I take it with my jaw hanging open at the number glaring on the glass screen. So many zeroes, at least double the number that I have on most nights. I don't know, for one night? Doesn't that mean he's some kind of creep?
Wait, that's like why I have a good pimp and why I'm high end now...because it means I don't end up in lots of little pieces in someone's basement or something.
"Hello?" I say, trying not to sound like a bashful little girl.
"I'm Mr. M, and you are?" The voice on the other end of the line sends a thrill through me. His voice is sexy, and it makes my nipples hard just listening to it.
"I'm...Christina," I say, and shit I am not supposed to use my name.
He says nothing for a moment and I think he knows that I flubbed.
"I want to blindfold you and I want you to submit to me, Christina,” the mysterious client says into the phone.
Well, fuck. "I am hands off. None of my clients are allowed to touch me.” I almost say ‘now’ but I resist. I shiver, saying, “You can paint me with cum but you don't touch me," I tell him.
My pimp brought me to this kind of high end arrangement where you can come on me but you can’t fuck me…and honestly I think plenty of guys get off on paying so much money and still not getting to fuck me. It works for me because I made the decision that after I got so caught up on my stepson David and then actually fucked him…well, I just can't bring myself to actually come for or be touched by another man.
Yeah, I know. It took me two clients to realize that. But I love the freedom and independence in putting myself out for rent. But I also know that I want David.
Bad.
I always imagine my clients are him. I’m still flirting with my stepson like I’m not doing something terrible.
But I can’t just go back to not being a prostitute. I like the money and I like the work, but something about the no-touching rule keeps me sane.
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nbsp; Now this rich asshole wants me to break my rule…and worse, I want to break my rule for him.
"You'll let me touch you," he says, and he actually laughs on the phone.
I believe him. I have a shiver up and down my spine at just the sound of his voice and I think I probably will let him touch me.
"You won't see me, and I'll touch you..."
His voice wraps me in lust, and that's saying something. I close my eyes and start to think about him touching my body.
I love being a girl for rent, whatever fantasy you have, there I am and I can fulfill just about any dark desire anyone can come up with.
But I cost more. I'm worth a lot more. You don't even have to touch me, and you’re going to come. You can cover me in cum but that’s all that’s touching me.
Except Mr. M…he is going to touch me and that's so exciting to me that I can’t think straight.
"I'll call you, C," he says, hanging up.
So why do I have this one client that I'm so intrigued by? I'm still shivering about what he said on the phone, and I feel…I almost feel like I’m betraying David by being attracted to him. Which I know makes no sense. David and I aren’t in a relationship, and we shouldn’t be. I don’t feel guilty when I sell myself to other clients. But that instant attraction I have for Mr. M is upsetting. I don’t want to want him, but I can’t resist.
I told him my real name. That's so crazy. Well I said Christina, like he doesn't know my full name. Still...the only other person in my life I've felt this attracted to...
Well, you wanna talk about off limits. My stepson. That's who I fucked and now, now I can't bring myself to actually fuck another man.
So if you think the fact that I get paid by guys I don't let touch me but allow to come on me is wild, then you don't know the half of it. Because my former husband? He died inside of a man that he was fucking.
Yeah, he had a fucking heart attack and the world caught Mr. Billionaire Natural Gas fucking some man.
He was a terrible husband but that was a pretty terrible way to go.
My stepson David had already gone off to Stanford at the time. Calling him to explain was awkward...and when I went to see him, shame filled all my thoughts.
Even when I went to deliver the paperwork.
I've always found David attractive and I knew that he had a strained relationship with his father. I just wanted to comfort him. Too much attraction and some too sexy La Perla later and...
I know, I know. So now I'm a high-end call girl and that makes me happy.
Controlling who touches me — generally no one — and fantasizing about my stepson, well, that's how I do my days in between cosmos and designer shoes.
So why do I feel like everything is about to change?
Moreover, why do I feel like I want it to?
I mean, maybe this mystery client could help me get over David. I need to. I'm so not the taboo MILF. I mean, he has his whole life ahead of him. His father's death made him wealthy beyond measure. He's top of his class at Stanford and graduates next year. He's going to run the next Fortune 500 and he doesn't need me distracting him from girls his age.
This is good. I'm attracted to this client. I can give him a chance for a night. I mean, that's the point of being for rent.
No one gets to buy me. No one owns me.
This could work out perfectly, right?
Thomas looks at me. "Of course you're going to do it. I mean I know there’s a rule, but aren’t rules made to be broken? This man is fine, if I do say so myself, so like girlfriend you ain't going to have a problem. Do it and get paid."
I laugh, grabbing an airplane bottle of booze from the ice bucket. "Yeah, you want your cut. But you're right, I do want to do this. Why not?"
"There's no reason not to," Thomas says. "Get it girl!" He grabs a bottle and hooks arms with me. "Let's go buy more shoes, Chris?"
"Yeah, let's do that," I say, gasping a little with the aftershock of the alcohol burning as it goes down. "I think there are some new Choos that need a new momma," I say. And in my sick mind, that makes my heart sink.
Because no matter what I'm thinking about David. No man has ever made me come like that...and no man has made me come since.
I should just fuck someone. This guy. Because how else am I going to keep my head on straight? I'm not a heavy drinker and drinking to ignore my horniness? That's not really working.
I grab my bag and fix my red lipstick in the mirror.
Thomas grabs my arm and we head out the door, heading down to shop for something fabulous.
We'll be done with this hotel in a few days and I'll head back to Northern California to take care of some of the last minute affairs that I need to for my late husband's estate. I know I should avoid David, but I want to make sure that everything is in order with him. I have to get my attraction for him out of my system, and this might be the perfect way
18
David
Christina can’t decide how she feels about fucking me.
Or, really, she can’t accept how she feels about fucking me. Because already, after an incredible night and fantastic morning, she got ready to push away from me during breakfast…and I know she got a text from her pimp, Thomas.
Of course, Christina doesn’t know that I’m the client that’s about to take over her whole weekend, not just in the earnings she'll pull in but in the time. Thomas is going to try and squeeze some asshole between us, but that’s only going to make Christina want me, and Mr. M, more.
When I realized that I had to have Christina, like really have her and make her mine, it was just in time for my inheritance to make that no big fucking deal at all. I’m still going to Stanford, but there’s no rule that says I can only live my life in college. I quickly closed on a home in Vegas and I set up what is really, admittedly a crazy fucking scheme. But if you knew Christina, if you knew her life, you’d know that she needs the adventure and the thrill that I’m bringing her.
You can take a stripper out of Spearmint Rhino. But you can never take the stripper out of the girl.
The thrill of being on stage.
Of being desired.
And she’s already conflicted about me. Mr. M is going to be her safe escape from everything, and in no time she’ll know that she wants Mr. M, and either she’ll push me aside or she’ll find another way.
Regardless, I will tell her that I’m both men when the time is right. I’m pumped that the time to have Christina meet Mr. M is finally now.
Tonight, after she’s been well-rested and enjoyed some kind of pimp/whore bonding and shopping experience — Thomas is a strange guy but his help has been crucial in planning this whole thing — well, then she'll come to my mansion, to my filthy party, and she’ll see a whole new side of me. She won’t even know it is me. But if you’re going to fuck your stepmom, you don’t want to be the baby frat bastard forever, and there are things I just want to show her. It is good that she started this prostitution gig, because for the first time in her life, she’s starting to go after things that she wants.
Christina deserves everything she wants, and I’m going to give it to her — and let her have that autonomy and control that she so desires.
And at the end of it all, it is my arms she’ll sleep in at night, safe, secure, and content to know that she won’t have another worry about money, or anything else, in the world again.
I can't resist teasing Christina a little bit, so I have a little gift sent to her hotel. She’ll be so confused by this Mr. M, I know, and she won’t be able to help how attracted to him she is. I know I was a little smug with her on the phone, but she liked it and so do you.
After all, an alpha male? Well, he paints a girl with cum after he fucks her. These pricks paying her top dollar don’t get to fuck Christina’s holes. No, those are my holes now. And I know that some part of Christina knows that. I’m interested to see how far she will take it with Mr. M , and how far Mr. M will take it with her.
“We’re all set
?” I confirm with the hotel concierge, then the driver, then with Thomas. I get the all clear from each of them and I know my plan is all falling into place perfectly. Christina has no idea what’s in store for her.
19
Christina
After shopping with Thomas and enjoying some time this weekend not spent on whatever strange client is next, I head back to my room and decide to relax some before my next client that managed to affect me in a way I never thought possible. I slip into a hotel bathrobe and start laying out the clothes I will wear tonight, the makeup I will put on and other assorted tasks in preparation.
I hear a knock on the door. I go to answer and find a hotel concierge holding out a box. "This is for you," he says. "It comes courtesy of a Mr. M."
I didn’t know Mr. M, was going to send me gifts and my heart flips twice and I eagerly rip open the packaging, lifting off the box's lid. Inside, I find an elegant black evening gown and a note. The note reads,
"Rose are red, violets are blue, get ready for an unforgettable evening because I can't wait to feast upon you."
I hold the note in my hands. "Sounds like an interesting guy," I say sarcastically. “Mr. M seemed much more suave on the phone,” I say to no one but myself. I can’t help but wonder if I’m underestimating the client. The truth is, I’m still thinking about David and what he did to my body. I don’t dislike my work, and I find I’m getting further and further away from a comfortable distance between my attraction to David and my pleasure in prostituting myself. That’s right, fucking men for money — or what I do right now, somewhere between fucking and not — and fucking my stepson have started to be at odds. I actually laugh out loud at the notion. How did my life get to this point? My problems aren’t money and a shitty husband anymore, though, so I can at least appreciate that.
