From an Ace to all the Ace

[Kayla]

      Hotel and the jacooz

   It me time!!!!!!!!!

   This was the right move. I can’t help but nodding to myself as I do a walk-through of the room I booked.
   My own private jacuzzi!!! I’m all smiles as I enter the bathroom. I clap my hands together like a doofus. The contents of my bag is already lined up by the counter next to the sink. My old reliable dragon dick, several favorite butt toys, and a few newcomers I have wanted to try out…
   The jacuzzi is already going. The walls are practically all windows. When I’m finally stepping into the bubbling heaven on Earth, I can not but admire the view. I have never been a big fan of city views. Butt… That was before. Before I learned that view is way more delicious if you observe it from the bath, while wearing plug up your bum. And holding a massive dildo on your hand.
   There are no places I can get the water stream aimed at my clit while riding my dick. So I just put the dildo on the seat, the suction cap holds it in place, and sit on it. I lean back, hands on sides, taking in the view and a dick at the same time. One of the water streams massages my lowerback. I good place to let my body soak.
   Some day I’ll go on an actual horse, ride through a town with both my holes filled with things that vibrate. Usually I just plan these things for me alone, but in this fantasy I think I would prefer being fucked by someone. On an actual saddle. I think I got that idea from watching Xena warrior Princess.
   Back to the jacuzzi.. If I do a little gymnastics… The stream massaging my back could massage my clit…
   I wiggle my hips to make sure the suction holds the dildo in place. It does. As I hold on to the edge of the tub with one hand for balance, flip my legs over it and voilá. My clit is getting seriously water boarded! I take a better crip from the edge with both hands, one leg on either side. My toes are pointing towards ceiling as I’m reaching orgasm, pushing myself against the dildo as hard as I possibly can from the position I’m in. First ograsm is really sweet, instantly going for another one.
   I rock myself to several climaxes. Covering my swollen clit with my hand when the stream gets too much. Then continuing the water tortur.. play, I mean play.
   When the sun starts going down I take a break. I step out of the tub after I’m sure my legs carry me. I take a walk along the windows, put my hand on the class for support.  Intrusive thougs take over and I turn my back against the class and moon to anyone that might be peeping. Because there is no change a city this size doesn’t have a peeping tom. 
The class is clear from outside looking in, I checked. We are just so high up, the building was build before drones were a thing. I make a mental note to buy a buttplug with a googly eye on it.
   I should take a quick nap to safe my strength. There is still so much I want to do. 

[Kayla]

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….

[Kayla]

I look out the window. My eyes scan the horizon, then I look straight down to the street. A Carnival! How did I miss that?

An impulsive thought rears its head… Just do, don’t think. Where’s my white tube top, I know I packed it.

I get my suitcase and turn it upside down. Lazy pants or a skirt… I’m going to have to wear underwear anyway. I choose lazy pants. Show some, cover some. And I’m going to need pockets.

Do I have everything? Cash, keys, sunglasses. Yes. Phone? I’ll leave it. I don’t need it. Heck, I don’t fucking want it. Oh, yeah. One more thing. I go back to the bathroom. All my playthings in a neat order. Lush is ready to go. I take the end that goes in to stimulate the G-spot, twirl it in my mouth for some natural lube. Then take it to my pants, into my underwear, between my massive second set of lips and into my vagina. The other end rests next to my clitoris. I turn it on and I’m ready to walk out.

Walking from the hotel to the street alone was, really something. The noises, traffic, the growd. Everyones enjoying the heat, the street performances, music. I am not a city person at all. But I am liking this. Thanks to the toy up my cooch, perhars? Can’t believe that was the answer.

The rollercoaster. I can see it from here. I turn towards the big rides and continue walking. I’m not the only one with revealing clothing. All these summer dresses. Translucent tops. Most already have tanning lines. I must look pale in comparison. One of these days I regret forgetting sunscreen. But not today.

By the time I get to the queue I’m a bit sweaty. Me and my ideas. Everywhere I look I see asses in shorts, miniskirts. Boobs in tank tops. I’m more than turned on, and there is nothing to do about it.  I’m a creep.

Or am I. I could swear I get some looks and response form passers-by. Me and my bubble. My imagination is running wild, as I’m finally seated on this cart.

”Are you here alone?” I come back to Earth and look up. There’s ride operator and she’s talking to me. ”Are you here with anyone?” She asks.

”No.” I finally get some words out. ”All by myself.” She seats someone in the empty seat next to me. The safety bar is lowered, and we are off.

I try to put aside my fear of hights when the ride is climbing the first hill. I hate this.. Never would have done this without my emotional support toy supporting me from within. The drop is awful. I question my sanity in every drop and loop, when gravity glues me to the seat, giving me a wedgie of a lifetime. No one hears my moans. Everyone else, they are all screaming.

Ride is not long. We come to a stop. I look down to check and correct my tube top. Heh heh heh. My bouncing breasts had a fun of their own. What a day to not use a bra. How I did not think of this before? Well, no harm no faul.

Then The House of Horrors. I want darkness. Somewhere a little private to rub one out.

Finally. The entrance. I get to walk alone, knowing there is a small group somewhere ahead of me, and another not so far behind me. Good. I proceed, scanning the place. Pussy is begging a relieve.