The Shoe Whore - Sex Stories

The Shoe Whore

... nuzzled into my neck purring contentedly. We sat there together cuddling for a couple hours before we decided we had better get up. We needed to get some things at the store that day so I decided we should grab a burger along the way. We stopped at a local burger joint and as we sat there eating, I noticed a young woman standing across the street. She was wearing a shiny silver sequined tube top which barely covered her ample breasts and an almost obscenely short black skirt. Finishing off her outfit, she wore a pair of six inch stiletto heel ankle strap sandals with the lowers in silver while the uppers were black to match her outfit. She was an attractive girl although obviously she had lived a tough life and it showed on her face. I watched as a car pulled up in front of her. She leaned over to talk to whoever was driving and the next thing I knew, the car with the woman inside, drove off. That gave me an idea. And I formulated it as we finished eating our lunch. Once we were done eating and had gotten back in the car, I presented my idea to Jennifer. "Jennifer, I think I may have a way that we can recoup the money for those shoes and maybe even get us out of debt a little quicker. That is if you are willing to do it," I said. "Oh?" she said, turning the radio down so we could talk, then turning to me. "How so?" "Well, I was watching that hooker across the street and it gave me the idea. We could put your talents at cocksucking to good use," I said. "You want me to start ...

... turning tricks?" she asked, astonished at the suggestion. "Not as far as fucking other men, I'm just talking giving blowjobs. You know you are a good at it and I saw a show on TV the other night that said even with this shit economy, prostitution and the business of sex in general is on the increase," I told her. "So you want me to start offering strange men blowjobs for money. And how much should I charge?" she asked, somewhat sarcastically. "Listen young lady, I'm not the one who had to buy overpriced shoes just because they were 'pretty'. And I wasn't the one who didn't read the no return policy over the cash register. And I wasn't the one who put us even further behind in our bills because I couldn't return the shoes I shouldn't have bought in the first place," I said. "Yeah, I messed up. But this..." she protested. "Did you or did you not tell me just this morning that you would do anything to make this up. Did you not offer to get a job, or sell something or do whatever it took to fix this?" I asked. "Yes," she said lowering her head. "Well, I have been looking in the help wanted's for a job too, and there aren't any jobs either of us can do there. As for selling something, I don't know what we could sell to make the kind of money we need - we have already pared things down as much as we possibly can. About the only things we have left to sell are our services. I could take up handyman or lawn care services if my back wasn't all fucked up. But it is, and that puts me out ...