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My Smoky Ladies - chapter 1 / 5
Date: 1/27/2024, Categories: Fiction Blowjob Male/Female Prostitution, Author: Limnophile, Source: sexstories.com
... filled our cups and put the pots away, then asked, “Are you ready to order?” She took out her order pad and sucked the end of her pen briefly. I noticed a movement between my legs. Brad said, “We need a few minutes.” When she left again he whispered, “You want to boink one shaped like an egg? She’s all yours.” He was exaggerating. She was about 30 pounds overweight, but far from obese. I stammered while my dick swelled a bit. “No, I… I… you wouldn’t understand.” I stared as she sucked on the end of a pen and waited for customers at another table to finish jabbering about their vacation. I noticed her nametag, “Paula”. I thought the bright purple on her plump lips and her dark blue eye shadow were the perfect shades for her face. She refilled the other table’s coffee and I felt myself stiffen when the pen returned to her mouth. When we finished eating, I paid the check and walked back to the table. Brad stood up to leave and dropped two bucks next to his plate as a tip. He said, “Thanks for breakfast. Good luck with Shamu.” I bit my lip to control my anger at him implying she was a whale. I put the ones in my wallet and took out a twenty. When Paula turned and saw me set it on the table she smiled. Despite the rest of her, she had pretty brown eyes and a luscious, absolutely gorgeous mouth. I approached and told her, “You have a nice smile. Did you ever want to be a model?” She pointed a finger at my face and her expression changed to suspicious anger. ...
... “Twenty’s a big tip, but that’s mean!” “No! Seriously! No joke. I’ll pay you if I can take some pictures and talk to you on camera.” She skeptically asked, “Really?” “Really. I’m Craig. Would you have an hour or two on Thursday night, Paula? Fifty dollars for an hour.” It was the late ‘80s and most waitresses were lucky to make $200 in a week. She smiled. “FIFTY BUCKS! How about seven o’clock?” I nodded. “Okay. I’m in Klein Hall, room 341. It’s over on…” “I know where it is. What should I wear?” I’d only planned to get pictures and video of her face and was stumped by the unexpected question. “Um, I don’t know much about fashion. Uh, something pretty.” “Okay, see you Thursday night.” - When I heard a knock at my door, I opened it and saw Paula with a big guy in leather. He finished telling her, “…still think you should have worn the blue one. You look like a tomato.” She blushed in shame. I barely noticed her long dark hair, red dress, or the shape of her body. Instead, I stared at her beautiful mouth. She said, “Hi, Craig. This is my boyfriend, Richard.” He looked jealous or mildly angry as he held out his hand and said, “Most people call me Dick.” As I shook it I thought to myself, ‘I bet they do’. I told them, “Hi, come on in.” He did most of the talking. “So, you want to pay to take pictures of her?” “The shape of her face and…” He interrupted, “But you can forgive that if you can screw her, right? I know that’s what you actually ...