Penny's Worth - Chapter 5 - Sex Stories

Penny's Worth - Chapter 5

... She began work on my clit, but was clumsy at first. “Just use the tip of your tongue. Roll around my clitty. Gently, but firm. Show it who’s boss.” What Ivory’s oral ability lacked in technique was compensated for with raw enthusiasm. I was becoming aroused. “I’ve never hired a prostitute before. Does the money I’m paying get you wet?” She briefly stopped to answer, “Yeah. I’m really horny.” “Don’t touch yourself. I want to see you come on your own without masturbating. Get back to work, you little tramp.” As commanded, Ivory continued the round and round on my hood. I moaned. She joined me in expressing herself. She stopped again and cried out, “Oh, shit. I’m going to cum. Fuckity fuck. Yeah, you fucking bitch.” She hadn’t touched her own pussy. “Wow. That was a good one.” “Now bring me home.” I badly wanted her to get me off. As her tongue entered my vagina, I shivered with a powerful blast. After I’d recovered, I said, “You did that well.” She remained naked and stood up. “Can I masturbate for you? I want to get off again.” I nodded and watched as this nubile tart used her fingers to bring herself to another powerful organism. She lacked any sense of shame. No doubt about it, she was a find. It was then that I noticed the tattoo on her right butt cheek. It was a small green dollar sign. I inquired about its obvious meaning. “I used my first earnings to get it. A show of my dedication and commitment.” “You have all the ingredients to be a success. We just need to work on ...

... your packaging.” ~ ~ ~ Hours later, Ivory’s hair had been professionally styled and highlighted. She stood before a mirror in a new age appropriate, yet classy looking skirt and blouse. All her underwear was now coordinated. She struggled to balance herself on a pair of four inch stiletto heels. “These shoes are so uncomfortable. Why can’t I wear wedges?” She was whining, like the teenager she still was. She tugged at the lingerie that was riding its way into her ass crack. “Your comfort isn’t of interest of your clients. Look at yourself in the mirror. Wouldn’t a man pay top dollar to fuck you now?” The protest was apparent on her face. “It’s sexy. But, I did okay in my jeans and flats. Everything’s soooo expensive. I’ve spent most of what I earned from you on this outfit and my room.” I felt like a nagging mother getting her daughter ready for her first prom. “You’re an independent contractor. You cover your own overhead and expenses. Also, you were getting a hundred and fifty. You’ll be charging five hundred a session dressed like this.” “An hour?” “You’re not a taxi. We don’t have an hourly rate. A session can last fifteen minutes or three hours. You have to leave your client feeling completely satisfied. Drained and looking forward to coming back.” She turned and pushed her thick hair from her face. She looked lovely. A potential star in the making. She needed to work on the attitude. On the drive back to the hotel where she’d start work immediately, she fidgeted in her ...