One Trick Penny – Chapter 5 - Sex Stories

One Trick Penny – Chapter 5

... and left the bar. Quinn and I headed to the fourth floor. “I’ve got a skirt should fit you. You look like you have nice legs. Be sure to show them to him. He’s paying an extra hundred to have you watch us fuck. I knew you’d make me money.” “But I don’t have to do anything else?” “Not unless you want to and negotiate your own price. I don’t pander for anybody. I’m strictly an independent contractor. I set my own bookings. Got that?” “Sure,” I said nervously, although I didn’t understand the entire concept at that instance. In the room, I tried on a mid-length skirt with a slit up the side. The fit was tight, but the material hugged my curves. I sat in a red velvet chair and crossed my legs as the slit slide opened and put my legs on display. “Yeah, you do have nice legs. You could do very well for yourself, if you ever decide to branch out.” A knock on the door disrupted our conversation, and I caught my breath. Quinn opened the door and greeted Henry, who also acknowledged me. Quinn removed her own clothes and helped Henry with his. I remained clothed and silent. Quinn, while short in stature, had a slender body, and I saw her appeal. She bent down and began sucking her customer’s cock. She managed to work his balls with one hand, while rubbing the cheeks of his ass with the other. Henry was an older man with pepper grey hair and a thin face that betrayed the lines of his years. His penis rose quickly with her technique. I’d sucked a few cocks before meeting Dave and have ...

... performed oral on him hundreds of times, so I’d say I’m experienced. I considered myself to have some talent, but nothing close to Quinn’s technique. She was an artist in the way she cleanly worked the shaft while simultaneously manipulating the sacrum. Her client was hard as a rock and in a trance from her attention. Periodically, he observed my crossed legs, which I wiggled slightly for his further enjoyment. He smiled broadly as Quinn slurped away, and he ogled me watching them go at it. “You ready for the main event, Henry?” “Yeah, I can’t wait to get into you.” She lay back on the bed, and he moved on top of her. Her legs spread widely apart as he entered her. As he began to pump her, her legs wrapped around him. Her red toenails waved in time with his recurring movements. Somehow, this all felt normal; even comfortable being here. Periodically, Henry glanced in my direction. “Penny, how would you like to earn a hundred?” he asked. “I can’t have sex today.” “No, I want you to lash me with that horsehair whip hanging on the door knob,” Henry said in between breaths as he pounded away at Quinn. I turned to seeing a long-handled item with strands of course beige hair attached. Quinn remained silent, but looked at me as her firm boobs bounced to the motion of her being pumped, as if to convey the message that it was up to me to decide. For a brief moment, I mentally debated the morality of actually accepting money to enhance a stranger’s sexual gratification. My internal ...