Laying back on the bed, awaiting the arrival of his paid "companion" for the evening, David flipped idly through the bad porn channels on the motel TV, trying to find something to entice his halfhearted and weak erection. With a sigh, he gave up and flipped the TV off, tossing the remote to the other bed in the room.
His bright blue eyes slipped closed as he lay back and began to daydream a bit. Images floated through his sharp mind. A brunette in leather, standing before him with a smile. A curvy Latina, bent over the end of the bed, smiling over her shoulders at him. Breasts dotted with sweat. Asses, jiggling and bouncing. Sweet, aromatic little cunts, waiting to be plunged into deeply.
A groan slipped from his lips as the mental teasing did the trick, stiffening his dick to its full and impressive proportions. As if awaiting the cue of his complete arousal, a knock was heard on the motel door. Eagerly, David's eyes flew open and he bounced to the door, pausing only long enough to peer through the keyhole and make sure there was a woman there and not maid service. When his single eye passed over the top half of the prostitute, he smiled widely and opened the door.
Stepping over the threshold, with dark brown eyes locked onto his blue ones, the woman spoke as she pressed her hand to David's chest. Rapidly, almost rudely, she spoke. "You are my last customer ever. Did you know that?" In confusion, though still rock hard, David shook his head as he was pushed backwards to the bed. "You are indeed," the woman continued, flipping her mane of long dark hair over her shoulder. "Last one ever, in fact. So, I think that the normal rules will be discarded tonight."
Nothing further was said from the woman, leaving David in a state of head-spinning confusion. 'Is this how this is supposed to work?' he wondered to himself. Such thoughts weren't given much room to run though, as he felt himself spun by her surprisingly strong hands, face pushed into the tacky coverlet on the bed.
"Hey! What the fuck are you doing?" he asked loudly, though the tremor in his voice was undeniable. With a sigh, the tall curvy brunette pressed him harder on the shoulder, shoving his face deeper into the bed. "Shut up. Shut up. Shut up," she said with her stern, husky voice. One perfectly manicured hand moved to her waist, opening her skirt, held by a single button on one rounded hip.
Her nude lower body was displayed, though David could not see from his position. A quick dip into her bag brought out her favorite toy - a thick, double headed dildo with a harness. With a grunt of excitement, the hooker carefully slid her half deep into her pussy, pointing the other end to her client.
David, still hard enough to cut glass and now admittedly all the more excited (if a bit afraid), said nothing further, just waited, feeling his face and cock grinding into the bed. Booted feet kicked his feet further apart, exposing his well-shaped ass and hairy backside. Calculating and experienced eyes slid over the exposed body, eyeing his heavy, full ball sack and tight little asshole. Suddenly, she bent at the waist, moving closer to his ass. With a loud, unrestrained movement, she spit a glob of saliva on the little brown hole, followed at once by the head of her strap on.
As she smeared the head of the phallus around in her spit, lubing it up - slightly - she spoke again. "Had enough of the business. The bosses. The bullshit. Tonight, I fuck how I want. And you take it. And that's about it, my dear."
She paused looking down at the man who trembled slightly before her. Though she was a strong woman, she'd never forced anyone and she didn't plan to now. "Tell me to stop, and I will. You see where this is going, so just tell me yes or not. But make it fast."