Jimmy's Whore - Sex Stories

Jimmy's Whore

... inside my longing cunt, balls slapping against my ass…in that fragile moment, that tremulous second before my climax peaked, you told me that night would be my first upon the stage. No more bar tending. I was to dance. I was to become your jewel. *** There was no discussion. There never is. Five minutes later, my muffled yelps could be heard issuing from Jess’ dressing room as laces were yanked tight on a painfully tiny corset. Feathers, sequins and make-up littered the dressing table in front of me, spilling out haphazardly across the shiny surface. “There. You’ll pass as me,” she shrugged. “Take a look.” Jess hobbled back to her chaise long, struggling with her damaged ankle, whilst I examined her handiwork. “Oh my…” The woman staring out from the illuminated mirror was not me. She was some kind of Siren. Red hair, glossy and sleek, it’s colour a perfect match to the corset pinching her waspish waist…and those legs. Clad in black nylon they appeared long and slender. I’d never seen legs so shapely. As a classically trained dancer, I had a great figure, but I’d never looked like that. With make-up caked on, heavy but flawless, Jess had ...

... done a good job. I puckered my painted lips, practicing a seductive kiss. What have you done, Jimmy? Who have you turned me into? I looked hot, I felt sexy. The urge to screw burned fiercely and you promised…you said I’d be rewarded if I pleased the crowd. You told me you’d forgo the other girls, that my cunt would receive your throbbing cock, all night . You said you’d take me home. “Look at you, Jimmy’s whore,” Jess sniggered. Yes, I was…or was I more? *** “Psst…Janine, are you ready?” Am I ready for this? I don’t know. Tom’s waving at me from the wings. He’s got a feather boa and a whip in his hands. At some point, I don’t recall when, he’ll throw them to me. Please God, let me catch them! I need to look polished, smooth and professional. Closing my eyes, I take a moment, shut out the bright lights, the heat, the excited murmur of the crowd. It’s me and you, Jimmy, alone on the stage. I’ll dance for you. My body will writhe the way you like it, my hands caress those secret parts you own. I’m ready. I can do this. I can show a room full of strangers why Jimmy, my Jimmy, wants me . Okay my darling, this is for you. Watch your whore perform.