Sara Part II - Sex Stories

Sara Part II

That next day as I studied my own body in the mirror after a long hot bath I started to think about what I had done the night before. Hooking was never something I considered but I started to rationalize it now. What was so wrong with it? I mean I loved sex and I certainly needed to the money. As long as I wasn’t one of those dirty, strung out girls working the parking lot at the truck stop down the road it didn’t seem so bad. Did it? The mere thought of it, the taboo, was exciting me. My plan seemed perfect. It was flawless. At least it was until I realized that I was stuck at a shit-hole motel in the middle of nowhere and my list of possible clients was extremely thin….almost non-existent. Some of the construction workers staying at the motel were a possibility but I only really knew Greg and Dean. I wasn’t sure if I could trust any of the others. Two days after my night with Dean Mr. Piedmont stopped by to collect the “rent”. I was more aggressive and he blew his load in record time. He was about to leave when I stopped him. “Wait! Mr. Piedmont! Can I ask you something?” “What is it?” he looked rather bored. “Well…I….um….” I was having trouble getting the words out. “Out with it girl, I’m very busy today.” he was growing impatient. “OK, it’s like this. You know my situation and you know I have like no prospects….I’m not old enough to get an actual job….” “Is there a point to this Sara?” “Well I was thinking that maybe if you knew some older professional types that ...

... appreciated spending time with a younger girl you could maybe introduce me and….” “Stop. Stop right there. Let’s get something clear here. I am not going to be your pimp. Likewise I am not running a whore house.” he said this all matter of factly. I felt dejected. “Now that being said, if the situation arises then I will pass along your room number but I won’t be privy to anything that happens. Understood?” “Yes sir. Thank you again.” he turned and left me there with his cum in my hair and a wet pussy. A week went by and I had given Dean a couple of freebies but I was still bouncing off the walls to get fucked. It seemed like the more sex I got the more I wanted. Mr. Piedmont stopped by again for another rent payment. “I guess I should tell you that I mentioned you to an out of town associate of mine.” he said as he put his spent cock back in his pants. “Really?” I tried not to sound too enthused. “Yes. I guess he was looking for some fun and didn’t find our local strip joint appealing. Not that I can blame him.” “Thank you Mr. Piedmont.” he smiled at me this time as he left. He didn’t know if or when the man would contact me so I decide that I would try to always be ready. It would be the next afternoon when I would meet him. The man that would change my life. “Hello?” the voice on the other end of the phone sounded deep. “Yes. Hi!” I tried to sound upbeat which wasn’t difficult. The phone in my room never rang so I figured that it was Mr. Piedmont’s associate that was calling. “Is ...