I'll Have The Usual - Sex Stories

I'll Have The Usual

This is a fictional piece about a weekend in the life of a young, but seasoned hooker. All sexual scenarios involve consenting adults, though bondage is sporadically used.

I'll Have the Usual

"What's my tab, Palo?" I asked my favorite food truck operator.

His tacos and other Mexican foods are the best in Chicago.

It was ten in the morning, and he had just unlocked his private entry door. The big window would not open until he had the ovens heated, ready to feed the masses of people that used his service, six days a week.

Old Palo looked me over, without the usual offensive male overtones.

"You're looking pretty rough this morning, Simone. Are you just getting home?"

He looked again, pausing at my chest.

"I mean... not that you're not still gorgeous and sexy, but..."

"Palo! Do you really want to hear about my weekend, or do you want to make me cum?"

I knew the answer, so I stepped up into the trailer and closed the door behind me.

Palo hit the light switch and continued to back his way into his workspace. I usually wait until I owe closer to a hundred, before I pay up, but I was horny, and I happened to come home, just at the right moment. I pulled my shirt up, revealing my surgically perfect and expensive melons to my friend.

"My god! What did I do to deserve this?" Palo lamented.

"You have your talents, and I have mine." I murmured, as I unhooked my wrap-around skirt and hung it on the same coat hook that I had been using for the past ...

... six years. I put my purse on the counter. I knew that Palo would want to remove the panties himself, then he would sniff them like a dog.

I took my position, with my back to the counter, and let Palo help me to jump onto the stainless steel surface, with my back to the closed window.

He came to my face, and held me so gently with his puffy, callused hands.

"Why do you pay this way? You are obviously well paid for your services; why continue to pay me with your body? I am twice your age, fat, married..."

I had to interrupt him, before he shifted my mood.

"Dear man,... You fed me when I had no money. Now I think we feed each other."

Palo released my face as he dropped slowly to his knees, leaning in as he did, to trail kisses down my swollen breasts. I spread my legs and arched to meet his mouth with my pussy. He crammed his tongue into my snatch as deep as he could drive it.

The memory of my wonderful weekend came back to me in a flood, and I realized that I would have to tell all to my odd Confessor.

On second thought... I should concentrate on a good orgasm first. Palo will forgive me for thinking of myself first.

I started a slow touch on my tits, staying away from my nipples. Palo pulled his tongue out and started to carefully lick each bare labia. He would know what I wanted, and he would want to see it and feel it for himself.

Right then left, repeat. He was very good with his tongue, flicking into the clit with every stroke, he quickly had ...