One Trick Penny – Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

One Trick Penny – Chapter 9

... and leave all the stuff he’d given you. Would you still continue to have sex with him?” “No, but it’s because our marriage would be over.” “Why? Don’t you enjoy the sex with him? Just because you enjoy the transaction, doesn’t mean that it isn’t still a form of sexual commerce.” We debated the difference between prostitution and conventional sex for another hour. In the end, I wasn’t entirely convinced I had been performing acts of prostitution for years, but by the time we left the beach, I had a different perspective of things. Maybe Quinn wasn’t all that different, or maybe I wasn’t all that much different from her. ~ ~ ~ All during the week, Dave had pestered me to detail what happened at the online chat place after he logged off. I told him in my Stella mode, I had no idea what he was talking about; I was at a friend's house on Saturday night. "You aren't chatting online with some slut, are you? Do you know how much that would piss me off," I said convincingly. He was simply going to have to wait and get the information from Penny. In truth, Gina the manager of the online porn house, wanted me to come back as soon as possible. She loved my work ethic. I told her, I'd consider it and let her know. While I had no conscious intention of returning, I don't know why I felt the need to keep my options open. By Friday, Penny got a text from her favorite money-trick. “Can’t wait to see you. 8 PM?” I texted back, “Sure, Baby. Lot to tell you. B Ready 4 special evening. Lots to ...

... make up to U.” A 6:30 I said I was going out to see a movie. Dave didn’t bother asking what feature I had in mind. I headed to the motel and started to get ready. Quinn told me about a device that some of her clients enjoyed. It is called Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulation or TENS for short. Simple and inexpensive, it’s basically an electrical device that can send mild pulses of current through electrodes attached to the skin, usually used for pain relief of the nerves. When applied to a man’s genitals, it produces an intensively stimulating sensation. The one I’d purchase from a medical supply company had up and down arrow buttons to regulate the electric intensity. To add to my fare’s experience, I also bought a sexy nurse costume. Its crisp white blouse strained to contain my boobs, since I’d only bothered with the bottom two buttons. The tiny white skirt hugged my ass, and I decided on a pair of bright-red platform heels that matched the color of the cross emblem emblazoned on the old-fashioned nurse’s cap. No hospital in the country would have mistaken me for a real nurse, but the symbolism would be clear to my evening’s patient. Dave looked pleasantly surprised when I greeted him at the door; his eyes lingered on my long legs encased in white stockings. “Good evening, sir. I’m to prep you for tonight’s procedure.” I’d set up a small massage table near the foot of the bed and placed a thick white towel over it. At my instruction, he removed his clothing and laid ...