The soft chimes of her phone calling from the main room woke her and she gently eased herself out of bed so as not to wake the gorgeous man lying beside her. She wondered who could possibly want her this early on a Saturday morning; the earliest most clients called was 11am so who could this be?
One glance at the clock on the kitchen wall told her that it wasn't as early as she thought ... but it was still early for a call from a client..
"I need to see you this morning," she recognised the voice and her cunt began to ache. He thought he was God's gift to all women and, to be honest, he could really fuck her brains out, but knowing how to use a big dick wasn't everything.
"So soon?" she said quietly as she tried to move as far away from the bedroom as she could.
"Don't you want me Angela?" he asked with a chuckle.
"I always want you Amir, you know that I'm always your reluctant slut."
She heard the naked lust in his voice, "Ah yes, the struggles you never win because I am too strong."
"What time will I be struggling this morning Amir?" She might like the way he fucked her ... and what he paid her ... but that didn't mean she wanted to keep him on the phone. She had a better man waiting for her in her bed.
"I will be there at eleven ... be waiting for me at the door," and the call ended.
She looked at the phone for a moment and laughed at the way he thought he owned her. He paid a lot of money to have that thought ... but then maybe he did own her because she had not thought for a moment of turning him away.
But then perhaps she should have turned him away. Perhaps it was too soon to test Steve by spending some time with a client. Oh well, it was too late now.
She put the phone down and went back into the bedroom. The man that had somehow touched her heart in just one evening lay on his back in a deep sleep. She let her eyes drift over him from his sandy coloured hair had just a tinge of grey in it and on to the hard lines of his face ... hard lines that she had seen soften when he looked at her.
His chest and arms told the story of a man who kept himself in shape and there was another story there too. Three odd little pockmarks down one side of his chest. There was also a thin scar that ran across his chest from one side to the other.
She had never seen scars like that on any man she had serviced. One or two men that she had seen occasionally, and who police would describe as having "underworld connections" had scars that they had told her were old knife wounds but they weren't anything like these scars.
And then there was his cock, at rest it was nothing exciting but when she aroused it the length and girth was more than enough to satisfy her. It was still smaller than the guy on the phone but it brought her more pleasure ... and she knew why.
And then an interesting thought popped into her head. Since the phone call her body was bubbling with excitement and that was so unusual. Sure, she got a bit of a buzz when any guy called and booked time with her and she got an even bigger buzz when the caller had seen her before and she had liked what he had done to her ... but the excitement she was feeling now was way beyond any of that.
She was so amped up that she could hardly keep still. Today she was going to fuck one of her special clients and Steve was going to be around to fuck afterwards. If the relationship with Steve grew then she could have the best of both worlds. Her hand slipped down to play with her clit but that wasn't what she really wanted.
I woke to a soft hand slowly stroking the shaft of my cock and a soft voice whispering, "Good morning my horny man, did you sleep well."
"Mmmmm," I sighed and Angela kissed me softly.
"Were you saying yes to sleeping well or making a comment on what I'm doing with your morning wood?"
"Mmmm ... both. Did you sleep well?"
"I did and for most of the night I was wrapped in your arms." She slowly slid onto my body and then sat back and lifted herself up so that she could impale herself on my cock.
"Ooooh", she groaned as the glans disappeared into her, "That's ... sooooo ... gooaaaaahhhhh ... it feels so good in me," she whimpered as she sank further onto my cock. Her nipples were huge and hard and I could feel her juices begin to run down over my balls and I wondered what I had done to make my life suddenly seem so good.
She began to rock backwards and forwards on my cock and looked down at me as she began to tease her nipples, "What do you want to do today?" she asked with a cheeky grin.
"I'd like to spend it with you if you have no other plans." I reached up to touch her boobs but she brushed my hands away and continued playing with them herself.
"And what would you like to do with me?" Angela laughed when she saw the wicked gleam in my eye and she didn't resist when I pulled her down and kissed her, but after a few moments she pulled back, "Is it too soon?" she asked softly.
Her eyes were locked on mine and I could almost feel the heat coming from her intense gaze. "Huh! I know what you mean," I whispered, and I did know what she was asking but I didn't have an answer.
"I don't know, I ..." Angela put one finger on my lips and smiled. The sadness in that smile was a crushing blow to my chest.
"I have a client coming to see me at 11. He's going to fuck me and treat me like the whore I am and ..." It was my turn to put a finger on her lips.
"I don't care Angela. I don't care if it's one guy or five of them and I don't care what they do to you just so long as they don't hurt you and I don't care about what you do to them just so long as you all have fun.
