Julia felt his breathing quicken as her fingers stroked up and down the length of his thick shaft. Her lips engulfed the head of his cock as her tongue flicked lightly over the slit. She could tell he was getting close. "Oh yes!" he moaned. "Your mouth is so hot! I can't hold on any more."
Julia let her jaw go slack as he thrust his cock between her lips, gripping the back of her head as he forced her to take his cock deep into her mouth. She heard a low groan and then his cock erupted sending jet after jet of his salty cum. Julia swallowed hard as he spewed his load into her mouth, capturing every drop with practised ease.
"Hell, that was amazing," he sighed as Julia sucked the last drops of cum from his flagging cock.
"My pleasure," replied Julia slightly sarcastic tone as she wiped her mouth with the handkerchief she carried for just that purpose. "And, if you don't mind," she added, "that's £30 please." The man fumbled for his wallet then handed Julia three crisp £10 notes. Julia took the money and opened the car door. "Pleasure doing business with you," he said as she got out of the car. Julia smiled noncommittally, shut the door and walked away.
The bright lights of the late night café beckoned to her. Julia entered ordered a coffee and took a seat by the window. Lighting a cigarette, Julia glanced up at the clock above the counter. 8:20pm, still early. It had been a pretty good night. With the four customers she'd had that evening she'd already made over £200. It was still early enough that she stood a fair chance of making enough money that she wouldn't have to work again that week. If she was lucky she'd get another two marks and be home before midnight.
Julia took a long draw on her cigarette and sighed. She was 24 but could still pass for a teenager if she needed to. That was probably why she did so well. Her clients all loved the idea of fucking some sweet young pussy and she'd become an adept at portraying the virgin-whore displaying a mixture of innocence and experience that men seemed to desire. She'd completed her degree at 21 and had left college with a certificate and a mountain of debt. The odd jobs she'd managed to get waiting on tables had barely kept her fed with a roof over her head. She'd become increasingly more desperate and one thing had ultimately led to an other. She'd been a street girl for a little over two years. She was streetwise beyond her years an had somehow managed to avoid the pushers and pimps that preyed on women in her situation. At heart, however, she was still young, with dreams and ambitions and there were times when she hated what she'd become.
Still, it wasn't all bad. Money was rarely a problem these days and, if all went well, her debts would be clear in less than six months. Once that burden was lifted she could start to rebuild her life. Julia lit another cigarette and drained the remains of her coffee before heading out, once more, into the night.
it was just after nine when she turned the corner and walked into the lane that had been her beat for the past six months. There were two other girls who frequently worked this stretch but tonight, it seemed, she had the lane to herself.
Within ten minutes a car turned into the lane. Julia allowed herself a small smile as she made out the familiar lines of the red BMW that was heading towards her. The car belonged to one of her more regular customers, Phil. Phil was in his late thirties and had been one of Julia's first clients. Since then he'd called upon her every six to eight weeks. In as much as she had feelings for any of the men who came to her to have their particular urges satisfied Julia was prepared to admit that she has a bit of a soft spot for Phil. He was friendly, good looking in a rough and ready sort of way and treated her with a certain kind of respect. He was also married to a stunningly attractive woman called Karin who was only a couple of years older than Julia was. Yet despite her looks Karin was, sexually, very unadventurous. That was why Phil came to Julia. Whatever feelings of friendship they may have had for each other, theirs was essentially a business relationship. Phil had needs and he paid Julia handsomely for satisfying them.
The car pulled to a halt and the passenger door swung open. Julia leaned in through the open door. "Well hello there Mr Douglas," she said with a smile, "don't tell me you've lost your way home again?"
"Well you could put it like that I guess," responded Phil, returning her smile. "So are you getting in or do you have a prior appointment?"
"Oh I'm sure I can fit you into my busy schedule," she replied as she climbed into the passenger seat, pulling the door shut behind her. "So, where are you taking me tonight?" she asked coyly.
"My place," came the response. "Karin's away until tomorrow night so I thought that..."
"While the cat's away..."
"Exactly." They both laughed. "Smoke?" offered Phil as he turned the key in the ignition. Julia extracted a cigarette from the packet and lit up. "Thanks," she replied.
"I called round earlier but you weren't about," Phil said conversationally. "I decided to try again hoping you were on another call rather than having the night off. If you hadn't been here this time I'd have probably tried again later but I'm glad I didn't have to."
"Poor Phil," said Julia as she drew on her cigarette. "All that trouble just to see me. Surely it would be a lot easier if you just got yourself a mistress. Probably cheaper too."
"But I don't want a mistress," said Phil, "not unless you're offering. You know what I want and you let me have it without ever complaining. OK, so I have to pay you but at least you don't expect me to leave my wife or expect me to lavish you with expensive gifts. No, as long as you're willing to cater to my needs I'm happy the way things are."
"Well then, I guess that's settled," replied Julia, " and, being brutally honest, I need your money more than I need your gifts but if and when I ever get out of this line of work let me know if you're still interested. Who knows? Maybe some day I will make you that offer."
Phil laughed. "You know, Julia? That's what I like most about you, you're strictly all business. Just be sure that when you do give up the street life may even hold you to what you've just said."
Somehow, in spite of herself, Julia couldn't help laughing too. "Pass me your mobile," she said.
"Why?"
" So I can program in the number of mine. That way, if you need me you can call me instead of driving around looking for me. It wouldn't do either of us much good if you got yourself arrested for kerb crawling now would it?"
"I guess that’s true," replied Phil. "See! I told you," he added, "all business but thanks, I appreciate it."
The remainder of the journey passed in silence and in less than ten minutes they were inside Phil's house. Julia sat on the sofa while Phil went to fetch them some wine. Returning to the living room he handed Julia her glass then sat down beside her. She took a sip of her wine then asked, "So what's it to be? The usual?" Phil smiled and nodded.
Julia stood up and picked a cushion of the sofa. Positioning it between Phil's feet, she knelt down and reached up to undo his jeans. Phil shifted his buttocks as Julia slowly pulled first his jeans and then his shorts down over his hips. Pulling them off his legs, she reached forward and began to stroke his dick lightly. It quickly began to swell and soon Julia's hand was stroking its length using just the amount of pressure she knew he liked.
Up and down, over and over, with practised ease he hand glided along his shaft. "God that feels great," gasped Phil. Julia smiled and began to run her tongue up the inside of his thighs as her hand continued its relentless stroking.