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

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

... he is panting like a dog, nearing his release. His cock tightens, his balls pucker up, but I'm not done with him yet. I slack my jaw a little, grazing my teeth along his flesh, my tongue wiggling along the underside of him. I swallow him whole each time I take him fully, humming against him, to give him extra titillation. Every time he is near exploding, I pull him out of my mouth and jerk him slowly, to bring him back down. His whole body shakes each time I do this, struggling to stay upright. His eyes roll into the back of his head whenever I look up at him. To tease him further, every so often, when he's deep in my throat, I use my swallowing motion, to give the affect of swallowing him whole. It's a trick I learned from one of my very first John's. I allowed him to have control of my mouth, knowing if I did, he'd pay me more. He fucked my mouth so hard I thought I'd truly choke on him, but I held my own, refusing to give him that kind of satisfaction. I kept swallowing him, as if his cock was a large glass of water and I was beyond thirst, drinking him deeply. It worked too, he was impressed. He gave me a $300 tip, along with what he owed me and has become a regular of mine. The faster I suck on him, the tighter his fingers are in my hair, with his hips moving in time with my mouth. Drool pools from either side of my mouth, a mixture of saliva and pre-cum dripping down my chin. It gives a nice slipping motion for him to take my mouth as he pleases. We don't slow down, it ...

... is in a perfect rhythmic harmony. It's like a skilled dancer, moving over a stage. Nothing she does is wrong or out of place. That is how I use my mouth on him. He knows it, he is the center stage, but also the eyes of everyone in the audience. He is owning this very moment, though I'm the one who is in complete control. “Holy fuck!” He growls out. His legs shake from strain, feeling his whole body begin to shutter, he mutters under his breath. His cock swells tight once more, the head of his cock thick in the back of my throat. His balls thick with seed, as I massage them, I let one of my fingers run over his asshole. It's a simple caress, without entering him, sending little shock waves through him. Sucking his cock hard out of my mouth, enough to cause that popping sound from my lips, I look up at him, “Where do you want it, baby?” I give his shaft a long, tight stroke, licking his slit like I did when I first went to my knees. “Mouth, fucking mouth. Don't stop. God!” Breathless, leaning against the wall for support, he curses wanting to come so badly. It's all I needed to hear, I do what I do best and suck him back into my mouth. The skillful dance of my tongue, lips and mouth work along him. My tongue lashing and flicking in all the right spots. My teeth gracefully running along his shaft. My jaw slacked, I swallow him deeply and hum, giving him what he expected to get from a pro. For one brief moment, the whole world stills, until he releases himself inside my mouth. I ...