You know the type of girl I am, you can tell just by looking. The exaggerated sway of my ass with each step of my “fuck me” heels. The thin piece of red fabric that barely passed for a skirt, and hugged my ass so tight as to leave nothing to the imagination. My bare belly, pale and free of blemishes, exposed for all to see and tempting the eyes to picture what lies below. A cheap, black shrug hugs the upper half of my torso. It’s fluffy, glittery, and more than a size too small for me. It can barely close and makes it hard to breathe, but does absolute wonders at accentuating and presenting my cleavage. My bright red lipstick, the excessive blush on my cheeks, and my dark and lazy mascara and eyeliner make me look almost clownish. And the noticeably trashy perfume that completely enveloped my body. It’s too clear, I’m a cheap and desperate girl. The perfect target.
I’m standing under a streetlight, in a bad part of town on a cold and windy night. You pull up in your car and lower your driver’s side window. I saunter over and bend down at a ninety degree angle, you can tell I’m trying to show off my cleavage. We have a brief, straightforward conversation. After deciding on a location and price, I walk around to the passenger’s side and hop in. As we drive, you try to make casual small-talk with me, but I seem unusually reserved for a hooker. You assume I must be relatively new to this, you feel yourself get a semi at this realization. You chose well tonight.
We pull up to a lakeside beach. You shut off the engine, get out, walk over to the passenger’s side, and hold the door open for me like a true gentleman. I daintily step out of the car, briefly flashing my bare pussy as I do so.
“What a tease,” you think to yourself, “I’ll enjoy this.”
You offer me your arm, and together we walk onto the soft sand. The crescent moon illuminates the silent lake before us. You move in for a kiss but I pull my head back.
“Not yet. Pay first,” I say.
Slightly annoyed, you reach into your back pocket and produce two rolls of cash. A roll of twenty $5 bills, and a roll of fifty $1 bills. You press the money into my hands. I turn my back to you and examine my pay. Satisfied with the amount, I store my money securely in-between my cleavage then turn and face you once more.
I move my body close to yours, daintily drape each of my hands upon your shoulders, and look up into your eyes. You reach up and undo the one button keeping the tightly wrapped shrug around me. My shrug opens up, revealing my well-sized breast barely being restrained by a leopard print bra. You give each breast a good squeeze and even pop one of my tits free from my bra. You reach around my back and completely undo my bra, letting it drift to the sandy floor.
You wrap your arms around me, and pull my body flush against your’s. I can feel my nipples harden as they’re sandwiched between your hard abs and my soft, yielding breasts. You lower your head slightly and press your lips firmly against mine. Your tongue invades my mouth as begin passionately making out with me. I completely melt in your arms. I raise a foot in the air behind me like a swooning woman in an old film. The more you push your body on mine, the farther backwards I bend. You soon get to the point that if you push any further you worry I may snap in two! Not satisfied with letting up on your relentless assault, you place a firm hand on the small of my back, and fro the back of my head with the other hand.
Now in complete control of my body, you continue to make out with me for upwards of ten minutes! When you finally pull your lips away from mine, you look down and see me wide-eyed and panting for air. My chest rises and falls in big, slow breaths. I wasn’t expecting to feel such immense pleasure tonight, and the flustered look on my face shows it.
You resume violently making out with me once again, only now you begin to bend at the knees, slowly lowering the both of us onto the sandy ground. When we are both on our knees, I reach down and free your peinis from the fly of your pants and begin to stroke it. You start leaning my body backwards until I’m on my back in the cool night sand, your large body directly above me. I feel so small and weak, your pillar-like arms firmly planted on either side of my head.
My legs spread wide, bearing my hairless pussy to your throbbing manhood. You lower yourself once more, your belly almost crushing me against the earth below. I even struggle to fill my lungs and begin taking half-breaths instead. In one swift motion you thrust your bare member deep inside my tight pussy. You manage to get half your cock inside me on the first thrust, and I scream into your mouth in a mixed cry of pain and pleasure!
My pussy is tight, unreasonably tight, especially for a hooker. You slowly thrust your massive cock in and out of my cunt, much to my audible pleasure. However, your slow and precise thrusts fail to push your cock any deeper inside me. So, after forty five minutes of slow thrusts, you pick up the pace. Seeing me squirm beneath you, feeling your cock progressively widening my tight cunt, you become overtaken by animalistic lust.
You rail me hard and fast, your magnificent dick thrusting deeper and deeper inside me. Soon, you manage to completely sheath yourself inside me. Having finished your goal, you pull your lips from my mouth and let out a guttural roar as your cock pulses and shoots load after load of your hot sperm deep inside me!
Once you are completely spent, you pull yourself off me. I lay on the ground, sand in my hair, heart racing, eyes lazily half-lidded, and a white trail of your cum slowly dripping from my wide open pussy. You reach into my cleavage, retrieve the money you payed me (along with the rest of the cash I earned tonight), get back in your car, and drive off. It takes an hour for me to even do much as sit up. Alone, penniless, and stranded in the middle of nowhere. Yet completely satisfied.
