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Rhiannon Kelly had enjoyed posing for the artists. She liked being nude and really enjoyed being the center of attention, combining the two made her particularly horny. When they got back to his place, she immediately stripped off her clothes and practically attacked Charles. He obliged her by bending her over the couch and fucking her hard. He didn't satisfy her, though, she was left wanting more.
They prepared an early supper; she going about the business of cooking wearing only her high heels. He took every liberty to tweak or suck her nipples, slap her ass or just slide a finger between the wet lips of her vulva. She was in a constant state of arousal. Occasionally Charles would release his cock and she would obediently drop to her knees to suck it. Sometimes he'd put it inside her as a reward. He would never fuck her long, though, just a few minutes of hard penetration and then he'd just pull out. He took her twice during the meal.
They left the dirty dishes and sat in the living room. Charles made her describe her experience the night before when she was tied up and taken by the strangers. Talking about it made her even more horny. "Do you like fucking strangers?" he asked. She bit her lip and nodded with a smile. "Do you want to fuck more strangers?"
"I'll fuck anyone you give me," she answered breathlessly. She was ready to run out into the street and fuck the first guy she saw at this point she was so horny.
"Come suck my dick and I'll tell you what you'll be doing tonight." She knelt down, pulled out his cock and took it to the back of her throat. He waited, enjoying her technique before he continued speaking. When she learned what she would be doing, she quickly put her hand on her pussy and came so hard she nearly keeled over. Charles was not unaware of her reaction. "You like this idea," he said. She moaned in affirmation. "Good."
She desperately wanted his cock at that moment, but he denied her. Instead, he kept her on her knees and crouched down beside her. He played with her nipples with one hand while his other hand reached beneath her ass and rubbed her pussy. She thought about what he said and she came once more.
Charles sent her to take a shower while he went into his office. She heard him on the phone but could not make out the conversation. She was pretty sure she know what he was doing, though. The thought made her knees weak.
After toweling off, she applied her makeup and fixed her hair. She dropped the towel and stared at her reflection; she looked sexy. She felt sexy. She went into the bedroom and pulled out the clothes Charles suggested and put them on slowly, considering each article as she did so. She looked in the mirror. She had worn this outfit plenty of times before, but now she felt different wearing it. The clothes hadn't changed, she had changed.
Charles emerged from his office and inspected her. In her black dress with stocking and pumps, she looked good, she knew, but she really needed his approval at that moment. He eyed her then instructed her spin to get a better look. He gave her a characteristic "not bad" face then smiled at her. The butterflies in her stomach settled somewhat and she smiled back. He gave her a hug and she melted a bit.
The two of them went through her handbag to make sure she had everything she needed. Charles made suggestions that had not occurred to her. He gave her some instructions about what she should do and what she should expect. After answering her questions, he checked the time and told her it was time to go. As she walked down the stairs, her legs were wobbly and she had to grip the handrail for support. Walking toward the car felt like walking down death row. The execution of her innocence was about to take place.
"Are you OK?" he asked her as they drove. The tone of his voice suggested that she was looking distressed. She put on her smiling face and nodded. "Let's get you warmed up, then." Charles eased the seat back and undid his zipper. Just as she had done earlier that day, she leaned into his lap and started sucking his cock. Having it in her mouth made her relax. This was something she could do. This was her thing. When he started complimenting her, she felt more enthusiastic. He told her how good she was and how much he liked fucking her and how sweet her pussy tasted. Rhiannon was excited now and sucked with renewed vigor. She wondered if he would cum. She wanted him to cum. She thought about dry she was a few minutes ago and how horny she suddenly was now.
Charles slowed down to take a corner and had her sit up. On the instructions of the GPS unit, he pulled up in front of a well maintained middle-class house. Her apprehension was gone now, she was excited and wet. He gave her a little kiss and asked her "What are you?" She looked confused and he repeated the question. She answered and he kissed her deeply before demanding she repeat her answer louder.
"I'm a whore!"
"Go sell your ass, then, you little cock-sucking whore," he replied with a wicked grin. She loved the sound of that. She kissed him once more, got out of the car and marched toward the door of the house with a confidence should could never have imagined.
Adrenalin led her to the door, but the in the moment she pressed the doorbell, her confidence ebbed and she was weak-kneed and butterflied once more. The man in the house was obviously expecting her because he opened the door within moments. Rhiannon was taken aback because the man, although middle-aged, was quite attractive. She didn't ask Charles how he located customers for her, but she was sure anyone who would hire a whore—a whore like herself—would be unattractive. This man was good looking, reasonably fit and quite healthy! She smiled in relief and he grinned back at her.
"Welcome," he said as he stepped back, "I'm Claude." She took his hand and stepped across the threshold. He followed up with a kiss on each cheek. She introduced herself as Kelly and he led her into the room. "Would you care for a glass of wine?" He gestured for her to have a seat on the couch while he poured.
Rhiannon had steeled herself for meeting an ugly man with no social graces who just wanted to get his rocks off. Here she was, though, in the company of a rather charming gentleman, whom she was sure could land a girlfriend with little effort. Why was he employing a call-girl? Claude handed her the wine and sat down beside her. They touched glasses "Chin-chin!" She knew her wines and this was a very fine vintage!
Claude made small talk and she found herself warming up to him. He was casually dressed with a stylish shirt and well worn jeans. The furnishings were a bit worn, but otherwise well maintained and cleaned. The home was decidedly masculine in decor.
They chatted for some minutes before he casually put his hand on her thigh; it was warm and soft. She responded by shifting a bit closer to him. He leaned in and gave her a light kiss. She remembered something about a no kissing rule from the Pretty Woman movie, but she didn't give it any thought. She was not going to fall for this guy. While she liked him, she was only interested in fucking.
She kissed him back and put her hand on his chest to undo the buttons. She then leaned in to kiss his neck and run her hands over his chest while he took the liberty to explore her body. "Why don't we get you a little more comfortable?" she asked him as she undid his belt buckle. She could feel the hardness in his pants and wanted to get a look at what was waiting for her.
He stood up and pulled down his jeans and underwear in a smooth motion. His cock sprung up straight and strong. Rhiannon opened her mouth and pulled him toward her. She wrapped her lips around it and sucked. "I'm a cock-sucking whore," she said to herself. "This man is giving me money to suck his cock and fuck him." The thought of this fact made her sopping wet and she was overcome with desire. She held his balls with one hand, fondling them. "He's going to pay me for squeezing the sperm out of these." She imagined his sack filled with coins and his cock shooting them into her "purse" to pay her. She liked being a whore.
Claude managed to undo the top of her dress and release the clasp of her bra. When he pulled her up, he removed the dress leaving her with just garters, stockings, shoes and thong. He had removed his shirt by then and was now pulling his legs from the pants. She decided to pull off her thong but leave the stockings on. He had her lay back on the couch and buried his head between her legs to sup on her nectar. "He's paying a whore to lick her pussy," she thought. She pulled her knees up and closed her eyes, enjoying his attention. Within minutes, she had her first orgasm as a prostitute.
"That is some gooood pussy," Claude said when he was finished. Rhiannon just lay there and blinked. He reached across to coffee table and picked up a condom. He deftly rolled it onto his cock, a task that she had intended to perform, and pressed the head gently between her moist nether lips. The whore wanted that cock inside her so badly that she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in. He was delighted with her enthusiasm and started pumping into her with vigor. She climaxed again in a matter of minutes.
When he slowed down, she instructed him to sit down. She sucked his rubber-clad cock for a moment, tasting her own juices, and then straddled him. She eased down onto him and started rocking her hips. He thrust upward, keeping in rhythm with her, while he fondled her ass. She held on to the couch with one hand while playing with her nipples with the other. She smiled to see that his eyes were closed in rapture. She was good.
Claude asked her to lay on her back on the couch so he could "give it to her properly." She did so, spreading her legs to invite him inside. He kissed her as he entered her, thrusting both his tongue and his cock. It was like he was trying to fuck in both ends at once. It was hard to believe she had a cock in her mouth and pussy only the night before.
He was thrusting hard now. She could tell he was about to cum. The sheen of perspiration was building up on his face. She used her hands to wipe it away. Claude slowed and started moaning. He was thrusting deeper now and looking straight down at her. She loved how a man looked when he climaxed. She felt so satisfied to see that look. He kissed her once more before slowly pulling out. She could feel the load inside the condom as it left her pussy.
Claude half collapsed back onto the couch. Rhiannon got up and kissed him on the cheek before looking down. The condom was comically hanging from his nearly soft shaft, a load of pale sperm filling the reservoir at the end. "What would a whore do now?" she though. She was struck with the wickedest of ideas.
She knelt between his legs and gently rolled off the condom. He tried to protest but she said she insisted she was taking care of him. What she did next made him gape in amazement.
Rhiannon held the condom over her head and tilted the contents toward her open mouth. A long drop slid out followed by a stream of gooey semen. The whole load poured neatly onto her tongue. She lowered the condom and squeezed out what little remained inside. She looked at Claude as she rolled the cum around insider her mouth. "Mmm," she said as she swallowed, "that's so yummy." She licked the inside of the condom before rolling it out and folding it up to throw away.
"Damn, girl! That was incredible," She smiled and raised an eyebrow before a second wicked thought occurred to her. She bent toward him and took his flaccid penis in her mouth. It tasted of sperm and rubber. She didn't like the rubber taste, but she knew he would really enjoy the experience of being cleaned so thoroughly. "Oh my god, that feels good." She was perfectly correct.
Claude insisted on going down on her again, laying her on the carpeted floor. Thinking about the sperm in her stomach, and the performance that got it there, helped her to achieve yet another orgasm. When he was ready, he mounted her again and fucked her with more vigor than before. He didn't cum in the condom this time, but rolled it off and had her suck him. He was pleased with her earlier performance and wanted to make a direct deposit this time. The load he shot into her mouth was not as impressive as the earlier one, but she enjoyed it just the same.
They sat back and had another glass of wine. Claude gushed compliments on her until she blushed from embarrassment. Their time together was nearly at an end, so Rhiannon asked if she could use the shower. She quickly cleaned up, using the toiletries she had in her bag. He was dressed when she came out and he handed her an envelope, just as Charles and explained. She didn't look inside, but put it straight into her purse.
She gave him a hug and a deep kiss before leaving. He closed the door behind her and walked to the street. She had already spotted the car and made straight for it. She was grinning when she slid inside. She gave him a big hug and kissed him when he asked how it went. "Pretty well, I guess!" he said when she let him go. She pulled the money out of the envelope. She had never made so much in such a short period of time.
She counted out the money and held up a fifty "He gave me a big tip, too!" She counted out half the money and held it to him. "Your share, Mr. Pimp."
Charles eyed her incredulously. He thought for a moment than accepted the proffered cash. "You know, I think this is the part that's illegal." He folded the bills and slid them into his shirt pocket. "As long as I'm not living off it, I suppose."
Rhiannon insisted on sucking his dick as they drove to the next client. She wanted to be good and relaxed for her next "John."
