Penny's Worth - Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Penny's Worth - Chapter 1

... I ended the evening straddling the bed and being taken doggy style while I babbled how much I’d have loved to have gotten my cherry popped by that quarterback for the WHORE-PAC benefit a few weeks back. I was not so secretly hoping Dave might take the hint. “You really are a total slut, aren’t you Penny?” “Yes, I am, sir. Would you want me to be any other way?” ~ ~ ~ I came close to figuring out where he came up with my first client. It wasn’t the footballer, but Dave had managed to have met a number of other interested men that night at the auction. Since I’d become the star of the show, a lot of them would have loved to have had me. However, at two to three thousand for a half hour session that was a bit rich for even those well-heeled punters. He arranged the session for the next night and planned to have the gentleman met us at the motel. I wondered if it was be a civic leader, business tycoon or athletic star. It might be exhilarating to fuck someone famous; I thought. As we waited, Dave refused to tell me. The anticipation was making my cooch drip like a cheap faucet. We saw the headlight of a car pull in front of the room through the curtains. I glanced outside, expecting a Mercedes or limo. Instead, the car was an economy model with a dented front fender. “It’s one of the waiter’s from the event. He’s going to pay you five hundred. It’s a lot for a guy like him. He probably had to work a few nights to get up that kind of money.” I was stunned. I’d arrogantly thought ...

... of myself a doing better than a waiter. “Why him?” “You should have seen the look on his face when you got up on the stage. I could tell he wanted you more than anything. But, you were not available to him, and he couldn’t afford you anyway.” I began to feel like a total haughty bitch. Three years ago, I’d worked as a waitress for a few months before they fired me. “He even congratulated me when I won you. He’s a nice honest kid.” “How much of a kid?” I started to worry. “He’s twenty-two. I checked his ID. He was so excited when I said I could hook him up with you.” I looked out the window. The waiter looked nervous, even more nervous that I was. He was also very cute. Not as well built as Dave, but he had a boyish charm with a mop of dark hair and deep soulful eyes. My heart skipped a beat when he tapped on the door. As I opened the door his face lit up when he recognized me. “Hi, Jason, I’m Penny.” He blushed slightly at his blunder and tried to correct himself, “You’re Penny; I'm Jason. Hello.” It was near instant lust for me. I laughed and said, “I’m a little bit nervous, too. It’s okay. I’m glad to meet you.” He was a slender, but tall. I let myself go and did something I’ve never done with a person I’ve only exchanged a handful of words with. I hugged him tightly and began to kiss him. It was a strong and zealous kiss. My shameless tongue found its way into his mouth. I pressed my tits against his chest and ran my hand down to feel the curvature of his ass. If my husband ...