Having to work is so fricking boring. Don’t come at me with your ”dream job” nonsense. Who dreams of work? Who buys a lottery ticket and goes ”if I win I get to go to work”. No one!
But. There is work that eats your soul, and then there is work that has some boring parts.
I chose the latter.
I’m not a sales person. So standing here, in my most attention seeking Victorias secret lingerie, this is not 100% me. But this will do.
Then an interesting looking client walks up to my window. And for the next 20 minutes it’s anything but dull.
Working at the red light has it’s benefits. The most obvious one is not money. For some, sure. But for me, it’s the honest, real encounters. Every customer brings a break from pretend. Masks fall off. I get a kick out of it.
Like this guy. He has been here once before a while back. Dating profile on a man like this probably pulls more dates than most. Yet he’s here. It’s not rocket science. He might spend more on me than he would on full date with a stranger, that might or might not lead to sex. This way sex in guaranteed. Only with me he saves time.
I go over the same monolog I do with everyone. My pricing. Do’s and dont’s. We agree on the price, the details. He knows what he wants. We both bypass the small talk.
I collect the cash. It’s ridiculous how happy that makes me. Every time. Yeah, it’s a little bit about the money too.
I let him through and pull the curtain shut. Removing the underwear I have on takes seconds. He takes longer to undress. In the meantime I walk over to the table and apply some lube. If I remember correctly this one’s a considerable size…
Yep, right I am!, I keep a straight face as he removes his boxers. He’s ready.
It took a couple of tries but the correct sized condom, that I provided, is now on. The playful atmosphere breaks the ice, as usual. I lay down on the bed and spread my legs like the good hooker that I am. He climbs on top. He likes the basics positions, nothing fancy. The solo practice with my dragon dildos is paying off as I take in all of him without any problems.
This is all about him now. It’s his time. I follow his lead. My body is responding to the stimulus, the heat is real. He is strong. He holds one arm around me as we effortlessly switch positions. I am now on top.
We slow down. Can’t help but feel professional pride as I’m sitting pretty on this massive redwood cock. With his hands baking my boobs I start bouncing on his balls, following his rhythm. When he moans, I moan. Only about half of my moans are purely for enhancing his experience. The other half is natural reaction for the pounding I’m getting.
I feel the pulse when his cum travels from balls all the way up the shaft only to hit the rubber on it’s way out. He comes hard.
I let him catch his breath. Clean up. Everything he might need is on the night stand by the bed.
Then I point out that he still has time left over. But he already knows that. This time the right sized condom is on without a delay. The second round starts. I get down on all fours, he gets behind me. And there it is. This time I have some hardship taking it all in. I place my knees further apart, crab a buttcheeck with my left hand, entirely for my own benefit. The side of my head down against the mattress, I motion the john to go at it.
In all the hardcore smacking, the heat in my body is rising again. I feel playing in and around my butthole, as my vagina is being used as a slip and slide for a beast prick.
His balls hit my clit in every thrust. I could very easily reach an orgasm, but no no no. This is not about me. Instead I tense and relax my pelvic muscles. I whimper and moan ”Yes, yes, yes!”
It has the desired effect. He comes the second time, hard and with a deeper moan this time.
I jump up, clean up, and only put on my panties. Men take a little longer to recover. I don’t chase them out, exactly. But I don’t baby them either. Their time is up, thats all. I thank them, wish them a pleasant day. I make sure they don’t leave any belongings behind.
I cover my boobs with one hand, open the curtain with the other. I smile as my client leaves, wave him goodbye. This is the money move. My messy hair, red cheecks, smiling, topless. Obviously I have been fucked. The potential new clients are more likely to walk over to me. I lean my forehead on the cold glass. The glass fogs up from my hot breath.
It doesn’t take long.
I welcome my next client. Clients.
It’s a couple. They accept my sky high prices for couples. For the second time I close the curtains.
The husband wants to watch me fuck his wife.
To be continued….
