This Is No Fairy Tale, This Is A Prostitute’s Story - Sex Stories

This Is No Fairy Tale, This Is A Prostitute’s Story

... there, but I slide it down over his shaft as I stroke him. His breath hitches, as his fingers tighten on his steering wheel, letting out a groan. Oh, he is so ready for my mouth. I can feel his pulse quicken against my lips that are now kissing along his neck. I move my hand up, taking my thumb and suck on it, close enough for him to hear the sucking noise. He shivers and moans out, just as he turns into the alley. He throws the car into park, right past the light, so we're out of sight from any unwanted attention. Though I've taken plenty of John's to this very alley and know that no one will disturb us. Better safe than sorry and I'm not about to ruin the mood by talking about other men. His breathing is heavy, his dark eyes look at me with wild need. I could finish him quickly right here in the car, I know it wouldn't take long. But I want to make sure he comes back. If you suck and go, you won't be remembered the next day, now will you? Opening my door, I flash him a smile, “Come on, sexy. I'm just getting started with you.” “Fuckin' A,” he groans, opening his door. He moves around the car, towards me, holding his jeans up so they don't fall around his ankles. He let's them drop once he's on the side of the car. He's left the car on, letting the jazzy music drift through the night air. I push him against the wall, gripping his hair, I yank it back to give me access to his neck. I slide my tongue along his flesh, before I sink my teeth into him. I don't bite hard enough to ...

... leave a mark that won't go away within an hour or so. Another trick of the trade. As I do this, I grope his cock, and he thrusts into my hand. “Do you want it? Are you ready for my filthy mouth, baby?” I give him my signature line, my mouth right against his ear, as I whisper my words. “Oh-oh fuck, yes, please,” he gulps, his hips still thrusting into my hand. Biting his earlobe, I let go and drop to my knees, to be eye level with my new toy. His magnificent arousal is mouth watering, another small pearl of pre-cum dripping from his slit. I flick my tongue along it, catching it and swallowing it with enthusiasm. With my hand around him again, I expose just his head, sliding his skin back and wrap my mouth around him. My tongue flicking over his hole, massaging it lightly in little strokes. His concupiscence is high for me, as I begin to hum gently while I move my hand along his thick meat. Using the wall for support, I let my mouth descend further down onto his cock, until I bump him into the back of my throat. I let myself gag on him, acting as though I can't handle him. Men love that shit. I quickly pull him out, with a string of saliva following him, taking a struggling breath, I slide him back in even further. I force more of him into my mouth and begin to bob over his length. He slides his hands onto either side of my head, guiding me along him, he moans out as I allow him to do so. I hum a little more, feeling him begin to thrust into my mouth, fucking me throat, until ...