One Trick Penny – Chapter 5 - Sex Stories

One Trick Penny – Chapter 5

... dilemma was quickly settled when I realized I was in a room with a woman being fucked for a few hundred dollars. Whipping him would be the least outrageous thing happening. I took the implement in hand and let it flail his bottom just as his ass rose up. Henry winced and shouted, “Yes, harder, please.” I brought the whip down once more, this time with more force and a flick of my wrist. The end of the hair made a snapping sound as it connected with the flesh of his buttocks. It left a small red streak where it met the skin. “Yes, that’s it, Ms. Penny. Tell me what a bad boy I am. I’m an unfaithful husband, that sort of thing.” Once more, I drove the lash across his rear. “You are a pig. You don’t deserve your wife. She’s been nothing but faithful to you, and here you are whoring around. You should be ashamed of yourself you fucking cheating bastard.” He shouted out, “Oh, yes; that's it. I’m cuming. I’m a whore monger. Yes.” I bit down on my lower lip. I was starting to come myself. Here I was getting paid to be a part of a sex act. My upbringing said I should be ashamed of my participation; I was anything but. I was enthralled and cuming without touching myself. I hoped my climax went unnoticed. He ...

... collapsed on top of Quinn a short time later and rolled over onto the bed beside her. His penis was rapidly losing its rigidity. He stood and began to dress, while Quinn did the same. “That was wonderful, he said as he handed me a pair of crisp fifties. You have talent.” He gave me a card with a phone number on it. “When you can have sex, give me a call.” He winked and playfully slapped me on the ass. He left us a short time later and Quinn said, “Henry is one of the more normal fares. He likes a bit of kink, but nothing too wild.” I looked at the money in my hand and felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. I tried to hand the bills to Quinn. “This should be yours. I was just supposed to watch.” She laughed but refused to take the cash. “Let me guess; you are lapsed Catholic. Only a Catholic would have enough ingrained guilt to try to give away the wages from their sins, and you have to be lapsed to have been here in the first place.” My face blushed. She’d nailed me. “Tell you what, I’m knocking off for the rest of the day anyway. You can penance off some of your guilt by buying me dinner with your earnings. Ask any questions you want. It might be fun telling you about my life.” ~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 5 of 12 ~ ~ ~