by Ray Gordon
Fifty pounds wasn’t bad for half an hour or so, Sheena mused as her copious sex juices flowed freely from her open vaginal duct. Satisfying a couple of men each day would earn her seven hundred a week, and she could easily afford to rent a decent flat with that sort of cash coming in. She hadn’t wanted to become a professional prostitute, but she could think of no other way of digging herself out of the rut she was in. Although there was still a chance that Rod could give her a respectable life, she had to make contingency plans.
‘Kneel down and bend over that log,’ her client instructed her.
‘OK,’ she said, placing her handbag by the log and taking her position with her rounded buttocks jutting out.
‘I’m going to give you the fucking of your life, Kirsty.’ He knelt behind her and unzipped his trousers. ‘I’ve been dreaming about this,’ he murmured. ‘I’ve been dreaming about fucking your little virgin cunt until you scream.’
Sheena gazed at the ground, watching an ant scurrying through blades of grass as her client slipped his swollen knob between the hairless lips of her pussy and drove his solid shaft deep into her contracting vagina. The ant disappeared as the man grabbed Sheena’s hips and began his fucking motions. The squelching sounds of sex filling the air, her mind began to wander. She’d wanted an orgasm, but her thoughts turned to spending the night with Charles in a hotel.
What if Rod phoned her while she was away? What if he wanted to meet her? Maybe it was best not to be at his beck and call and go running to meet him whenever he phoned her. Her ripe cervix repeatedly battered by the man’s thrusting knob, she tightened her vaginal muscles as he began to gasp. Maybe getting away for the night would do her good, she thought as his sperm jetted from his throbbing cock and lubricated their illicit union. Crying out, faking orgasm, she knew she should at least make out that she was enjoying the crude act.
‘You’re a beautiful little whore,’ he panted, his groin meeting her naked buttocks with loud slaps. ‘Whores like you need fucking hard every day.’
‘More, more,’ Sheena gasped as his sperm overflowed from her tight vagina and ran in rivers of milk down her inner thighs. ‘Give me more.’
‘Dirty little bitch,’ he murmured.
Mumbling obscenities as his swinging balls emptied, he repeatedly rammed his solid cock deep into her inflamed sex sheath. Sheena could feel her engorged inner lips rolling back and forth along his veined shaft as his knob pummelled her cervix. The sensitive tip of her erect clitoris massaged by his creamy-wet cock, she was finally nearing her climax, but he stopped pumping his deflating knob deep within her sperm-bubbling sex sheath. That was an easy fifty pounds, Sheena thought, wishing she’d reached her orgasm.
‘You didn’t come,’ he said, sliding his flaccid penis out of her spermed vaginal sheath.
‘I did,’ she returned. ‘It was amazing.’
‘How much longer have I got?’ he asked her. ‘I mean, what else do I get for my money?’
‘Anything you like,’ she said softly. ‘I can spare a little more time.’
‘Do you like having your arse licked?’
‘I like having anything licked,’ she returned, giggling. ‘Give me a good tongue bath.’
He parted the firm orbs of her naked buttocks, and licked the delicate brown tissue surrounding her tight anal hole. Sheena gasped as he stretched her buttocks wider apart and his tongue entered her hot rectum. Her young womb contracting, she knew that she could never remain faithful to one man. Even if she did marry Rod, she’d be screwing the gardener, the window cleaner and anyone else who called at the house. Wondering what she really wanted from life, she closed her eyes as her client locked his lips to her anal hole and sucked hard. Her clitoris swelling, a cocktail of sperm and vaginal milk streaming from her inflamed sex sheath, she felt a quiver run through her pelvis. This was what she wanted, she thought dreamily – money and crude sex.
His fingers parting the wet lips of her vulva and slipping deep into her contracting love duct, he massaged her hot inner flesh as he continued to suck on her anal hole. Would he fuck her again? she wondered, parting her knees wider to allow him better access to her sex holes. Was his cock hard and ready for another screw? His tongue felt very long, she thought as he licked deep inside her rectal duct.
‘I love an anal tongue-fucking,’ she breathed shakily. Saying nothing, he pushed his tongue further into her tight tube. Sheena grinned as she heard her phone ringing. She gazed at her handbag, wondering whether Rod was trying to contact her. She’d promised to be faithful to him, she reflected as more fingers forced their way deep into her tight vagina. But seeing as he’d dumped her, she could do what she liked. The phone finally stopped ringing, and she was pleased that she hadn’t been able to answer it. That’ll teach him, she thought as the man behind her forced half his fist into her greedy vaginal cavern.
‘Have you ever been fisted?’ he asked her.
‘Many times,’ she gasped as her vaginal muscles stretched to capacity.
‘How many men do you have each day?’
‘As many as I can. Why do you ask?’
‘I have a couple of friends who might appreciate a filthy little slut like you.’
‘I’ll give you my phone number,’ she said, her eyes rolling back as he drove two fingers deep into her hot rectal tube.
Her sex holes stretched painfully open, she reached behind her naked body and yanked her buttocks apart as far as she could. She knew what men wanted, she reflected as he managed to force his fist into her pussy. Driving more fingers into her inflamed rectum, he again murmured obscene comments as she whimpered and writhed uncontrollably. She could hear her sex juices squelching as he fisted her tight vagina. Her clitoris massaged by his twisting hand, she let out a moan of pleasure as the birth of her orgasm stirred within her contracting womb.
‘I’m coming,’ she moaned, her naked body shaking fiercely. ‘Keep going. I’m – I’m coming.’
‘I’ll make you come, you dirty little slut,’ he said, chuckling as he pummelled her swollen sex ducts. ‘I’ve got my fist right up your dirty little cunt and my fingers deep in your tight arsehole, and I’m going to make you scream in orgasm.’
‘Yes, yes,’ she whimpered as her orgasm exploded within the pulsating nub of her erect clitoris. ‘Now, now . . . I’m coming.’
Her long blonde hair veiling her flushed face, her sex milk spewing from her fisted vagina, she cried out in the grip of a massive orgasm. This was what she wanted out of life, she thought dreamily – payment for the pleasure of crude sex. She also wanted the excitement of going with different men every day, and she thought again that she could never remain faithful to Rod. Her climax finally beginning to subside, she lay quivering over the log as his fist left her vaginal cavern with a loud sucking sound and he yanked his slimed fingers out of her burning rectal duct.
Before she’d recovered from her mind-blowing orgasm, he drove the entire length of his solid cock deep into her rectum. His knob embedded within the dank heat of her bowels, her tight tube stretched to the extreme, she could feel the delicate tissue of her anus gripping the base of his huge cock. He grabbed her hips, withdrawing his massive organ slowly as she quivered and breathed heavily. Ramming into her again until his balls were pressing against the hairless lips of her vulva, he let out a low moan of pleasure.
He was certainly getting his money’s worth, she thought as he began his crude anal thrusting. Wishing that she’d charged him more as her naked body rocked back and forth and her erect nipples scraped against the rough bark of the log, she reckoned she’d put the price up once he became a regular customer. She was going to have to set her prices, she decided as his lower stomach repeatedly slapped the rounded cheeks of her firm bottom.
Sheena imagined Rod and Charles sharing her young body as the man increased the pace of his shafting rhythm. One solid cock embedded deep within her rectum, the other shafting her tight vaginal sheath . . . Sheer sexual bliss, she thought dreamily. But she knew tha
t her fantasy would never see the light of day. She was lucky to be clinging on to Charles, let alone enjoying both brothers. Her client gasped as he neared his second climax. She squeezed her muscles and gripped his cock tightly. She could feel his creamy sperm lubricating the burning walls of her rectum as he repeatedly rammed his throbbing knob deep into her bowels. His swinging balls battering her hairless pussy lips, he gripped her hips and pulled her against him to meet his hard thrusts as she gasped and squirmed.
Sheena thought that she should pay him for the immense pleasure he was bringing her as he drained his balls for the second time. He had staying power, she thought happily. If his friends were as good, she’d enjoy crude sex and earn some decent money for a change. Finally stilling his spent cock, he leaned over her trembling body, gasping for breath. It was over, Sheena realised, squeezing her muscles again to extract the last of his spunk from his cock. Would Charles be as good that night?
‘That’s it,’ he breathed, sliding his creamed cock out of her inflamed rectal sheath. ‘I can’t do any more.’
‘You were amazing,’ she praised him, hauling her quivering body upright. ‘Was I worth the money?’
‘Every penny,’ he replied, grinning at her. ‘I’d like to see you a couple of times a week, if that’s OK?’
‘That’s fine,’ she said, grabbing her clothes and dressing. ‘I’ll give you my phone number before I leave.’
‘What made you get into this sort of thing? You’re attractive, you’re young and . . .’
‘Money,’ she replied honestly. ‘And I love sex.’ She wrote down her phone number as he finished dressing, then passed him the piece of paper. ‘I’m usually available,’ she said, smiling at him.
‘I’ve had quite a few sluts in my time,’ he said, returning her smile. ‘And you’re the best.’
‘I know I am,’ she replied with confidence. ‘Anyway, you’d better get back to your wife.’
‘Yes, of course. I’ll be in touch.’
Before leaving the clearing, Sheena ran her fingers though her long blonde hair and grabbed the money from the bushes. Walking across the park, she wondered what to do for the rest of the day. Charles wasn’t picking her up until six, and she had several hours to kill. Deciding to go to the pub, she vowed not to get drunk. She wanted to be bright and breezy that evening, not suffering from a hangover.
Apart from one old man who was chatting to the barman, the pub was empty. Sheena ordered an orange juice and became acutely aware of her sperm-wet knickers as she sat at her usual table. Wondering where Nat was, she noticed the barman nodding in her direction as he chatted to the old man. They were probably talking about her young body, she thought, grinning as the old man turned and gazed at her. What was he thinking? Was he picturing her tight little pussy crack and her firm breasts? More than likely.
Sheena felt sorry for the old man, sure that he hadn’t the pleasure of seeing a naked teenage girl for decades. It was a shame, she thought as he again turned to look at her. It was old men who appreciated young girls, but it was the younger men got their hands on them. It wasn’t fair. She giggled inwardly as she sipped her orange juice. Teenage lads just wanted a grope and a fuck, whereas old men appreciated the young female form. All he had to do was slip her a twenty-pound note, and she’d not only allow him to slip his finger into her tight pussy but she’d give him a discreet wank beneath the table.
‘Want to make an old man happy?’ the barman asked her as he approached her table.
‘The one at the bar?’ she asked him. ‘I noticed him looking at me.’
‘I was telling him that you earn cash on the side. If you want to go and sit round the corner where you can’t be seen, I’ll send him over.’
‘Fifty quid,’ she said.
‘Fuck me, Sheena. You’ve put your prices up, haven’t you?’
‘Yeah, well, you’ll want your cut. I wanked off the last old man for twenty quid, and you took half of it.’
‘Forget my cut this time, do it for thirty.’
‘OK, send him over.’
Moving around the L-shaped bar to the secluded table, Sheena knocked back her orange juice as she waited for the old man. More easy cash, she thought happily. She was going to have to come to an arrangement with the barman, she decided. He met all the ageing perverts who wandered into his seedy pub, so he could set them up with Sheena. Trying to work out what twenty per cent of thirty pounds was, she reckoned she could do quite well.
‘Hi,’ the old man said as he wandered towards Sheena. He placed a drink on the table. ‘The barman said that you like vodka and tonic.’
‘Oh, thanks,’ she said, grabbing the money as he placed it on the table. ‘So, you’d like a horny teenage girl to give you a nice wank?’
‘Yes, I would.’ He sat beside her and grinned. ‘You’re very pretty.’
‘Thank you. I’d better get you a little excited first, just to stiffen you up,’ she whispered, unbuttoning her blouse. Lifting her bra clear of her teenage breasts, she grinned. ‘Help yourself.’
Moving closer to her, he squeezed each firm breast in turn. Toying with her erect nipples with one hand, he slipped the other up her short skirt and felt the wetness of her tight knickers. He commented on how wet she was, but Sheena didn’t let on that it was her previous client’s spunk. Pulling the crotch of her tight knickers to one side, he massaged the fleshy swell of her hairless love lips.
‘There’s no hair,’ he said, frowning at her.
‘Is that all right?’ she asked him. ‘Don’t you like bald pussies?’
‘I love bald pussies,’ he returned, his face lighting up. ‘I wish I could take a look.’
Lifting her buttocks clear of the chair, she pulled her knickers down. ‘There,’ she said proudly, parting her slender thighs and displaying her smooth vulval flesh.
‘God, you look like . . .’ His words tailing off, he slipped his finger into the heat of her contracting vagina and massaged her inner flesh.
He was in his seventies, and Sheena wondered whether the male libido ever diminished. Would he be wanking when he was in his eighties? Her vaginal muscles tightening around his thrusting finger, her clitoris swelling, she breathed heavily in the grip of her rising arousal. Again commenting on her wetness, he drove a second finger into her dripping love hole.
‘You must be incredibly aroused,’ he murmured, before leaning over and sucking her ripe nipple into his hot mouth.
‘I love being fingered,’ she whispered. ‘It makes me so wet and horny.’
‘Your tits are so hard, and so is my cock.’
‘That’s what I like to hear,’ she breathed, giggling as she grabbed the crotch of his trousers. ‘It feels so big.’
‘And you feel so tight. Do you . . . What I mean is, could we arrange to meet somewhere? I’d like to feel your tight little cunt hugging my cock.’
‘I’ll give you my phone number later. I know a nice little place in the park where we can fuck. How does that sound?’
‘It sounds wonderful. You’re so young and tight and fresh . . .’
‘Why don’t you get your cock out and let me deal with it?’
Sliding his fingers out of her sperm-bubbling vagina, he unzipped his trousers and hauled out his penis. Sheena wrapped her fingers around the warm shaft, amazed by the sheer size of his organ as she retracted his foreskin and exposed the purple globe of his cockhead. She’d earned eighty pounds so far, and she couldn’t understand why she hadn’t become a professional prostitute before. Rather than spending half the day in bed and then sitting in the pub until midnight, she could have been earning money.
‘I’m going to shoot,’ the old man muttered shakily as she rubbed her thumb over the silky-smooth surface of his solid knob.
‘Naughty boy,’ she whispered. ‘I suppose you’d like to spunk in my mouth?’
‘God, yes.’
‘I normally charge more for this but . . .’ She leaned over to suck his knob into her wet mouth and rolled her tong
ue around the rim.
‘Yes, yes,’ he gasped, clutching her head. ‘It’s been so long since . . . I’m going to shoot, don’t stop.’
Bouncing her head up and down, repeatedly taking his huge knob to the back of her throat, she breathed in the heady scent of his organ as he gasped and trembled. Fondling her petite breasts, squeezing her mammary spheres and pinching her elongated nipples, he swivelled his hips, propelling his knob deep into her throat as his spunk jetted. Sheena repeatedly swallowed hard, drinking his fresh cream as he shook uncontrollably and gasped with pleasure.
Sinking her teeth gently into his veined shaft, she snaked her tongue over the velveteen surface of his throbbing cockhead, moaning softly through her nose as she sucked out his creamy spunk. She liked to give her clients their money’s worth, she thought as his sperm-flow ended. He’d become a regular client for sure, she thought as she sucked the remnants of his orgasmic cream from his deflating knob, and she’d soon be able to rent a decent flat.
‘All right?’ she asked him, sitting upright and licking her sperm-glossed lips.
‘Yes, yes,’ he breathed, his eyes rolling back as he shuddered. ‘That was amazing.’
‘I do my best,’ she whispered, giggling as she pulled her wet knickers up and adjusted her skirt. She wrote her phone number down and passed him the piece of paper. ‘Give me a ring any time,’ she said as he zipped his trousers. ‘It’ll cost you fifty for a fuck.’
‘I’ll phone you as soon as I can. Thanks, you’ve made an old man very happy.’
Watching as he went to the bar, Sheena brushed her dishevelled blonde hair away from her pretty face and sipped her vodka and tonic. He returned with another drink, and she thanked him before he left the pub. Although she’d vowed not to get drunk, she was feeling pleased with herself. Eighty quid, she thought happily as she took her drink to her usual table. The barman grinned at her and held his thumb up, and Sheena again contemplated coming to an arrangement with him.
