Penny's Worth - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Penny's Worth - Chapter 3

... saturated with my fluid into her mouth. “She’s not faking it. She may say she hates me, but I think she still has the hots for me.” Word had somehow gotten out about how I was initially so taken by her exquisite sensuality at the WHORE-PAC benefit that it had gotten back to her. “She actually said she wanted to turn bi just for little old me. Can you believe I’d ever take her as a lover? She’s such a streetwalker.” I’d learned early on; the term streetwalker is a supreme insult among the professional workers here. Quinn completely looked down at those low caste members of our trade. “They give us a bad name,” I’d heard her say more than once. “Up yours, skank. I didn’t realize what a plastic filled woodworker you are.” I flashed my middle figure directly into her face. A woodworker, is a pro that does nothing but lay there and allow the John to do all the work. It was an accurate description of Darleen. “Well, why don’t you just go ahead and eat me.” She slid her panties down to her heels and kicked them off, before sitting on the bed and spreading her legs. As commanded, I bent down in front of her, placing a hand firmly on top of each thigh. I buried my head between her freckled legs and went to work. She maintained a broad smile across her yapper. From the dirty hoe's cunt, I felt a thick glob of sperm being pulled into my mouth. “Oh, I forgot to mention, the boys here have been fucking me for the last hour. I didn’t have time to clean up. I didn’t think you’d mind, ...

... especially given your own lack of hygiene. I pulled away. The semen was running down my saturated chin. “You unprofessional bitch,” is the last thing I can clearly remember shouting at her. I spontaneously came in a shockingly unexpected rush of raw emotion. From there, I can only recall both men holding me down and taking turns fucking me repeatedly. They switched turns in my pussy as Darleen sat on the bed and hurled insults at me. The more the harpy insulted me, the quicker I came. I wanted to retort, but I was too busy begging them not to stop humping away at my fevered pink palace. I couldn't tell if I had one prolonged organism or it was simply a series of intensive climaxes back to back. I was out of my head with pure lust for cock, and a burning disdain for Darleen. By the time I fully regained my senses, both brothers had their cocks buried in my inflamed pussy and shot their loads simultaneously. Darleen looked at her watch and stated, “Well, Sugar, I guess your time's up. The boys have gotten their fill of you. Why don’t you put on your cheap lingerie and trot back to your cut-rate little room?" I was almost ready to do exactly that, when I decided not to allow the ice queen to get the best of me. “Not, yet, you old rasp. Not 'til I get you off. My treat, boys.” Darleen spread her legs on the bed again. “If you want to waste your time, go right ahead.” I dove in and ignored the drying spunk on her vulva. I used the round-and-around the clit technique Quinn had taught me. ...