It started at the HOtel ErotiCo...
Episode one: The Making of a Whore
Chapter two: Monday; Two whores are better than one.
I woke first at pretty much 2 pm on the dot and went downstairs to put the kettle on. On the way, I picked up our clothes and put a wash on once in the kitchen. I made my tea, smoked a joint, then went upstairs to find her waking up. Perfect timing.
Without talking, I climbed back onto the bed next to her, ran my fingers through her hair, and as she lay there looking at me smiling, I pulled her head gently to mine, and we kissed. We kissed passionately like young lovers do.
But not too much! I am happily divorced and not looking for a relationship; I didn't want her to imagine for a second I had any sentimental connection with her, which I really didn't. So I broke off the kiss and asked her,
"Are you hungry?"
"Fuck yeah," she replied, "I'm bloody starving."
"I don't feel like cooking; do you eat pizza?"
"For breakfast, normally no, but I'm not in reality at the moment, so yes, I'll go for pizza."
"Cool." I said, rolling over onto my back and reaching to grab my phone.
I looked up the local pizza delivery service, and before launching the call, I ordered her to go down on me and start sucking my cock, which was still semi-erect from the sexy kissing.
"What about the pizza?"
"When the pizza turns up, we'll eat it, but that's going to take at least half an hour, so, in the meantime, you can suck my cock, and if you suck it good enough, you get a free starter."
She didn't need another order. I didn't even have to raise my voice. She just started kissing my stomach, slowly working her way down until she came up against my now-hard cock, which she took into her mouth and went to work on it.
The pizza place takes about thirty to forty minutes to deliver from the moment the call is finished. So for a good while, I let her suck me as she liked and just ran my hands through her hair from time to time, telling her she's a really cute little slut.
When there were only about twenty minutes to go, I started to instruct her, making it more and more dirty. I used softer tonalities but increased the vulgarity, progressively encouraging her and guiding her to become the good little cock sucking slut she wants to be right now.
It was a very enjoyable blowjob, and I knew I would be cumming shortly, so I ran my hand through her hair one more time, but this time I grabbed a handful of hair and started pumping her head up and down. Not fast but firmly. Pushing her deeper and deeper onto me.
I could feel her gagging every time my helmet started pushing into her throat. At the moment my cock started to shoot out jets of cum, I just pushed her right down, past the gagging point, and my cock slid deep down into her throat.
Her body immediately started thrashing violently, but I just held her head down on me, her nose buried in my pubic hairs, and kept her there until our respective orgasms started to ebb away. When I let her go, she came up and off me for air-gasping and spluttered out,
"Fuck, you make me feel so dirty."
"That's because you are." I replied.
Then the doorbell rang.
"Go get the pizza!" I nudged her to move. "It's going to be about 30 euros; there's 40 on the table next to the door; give him it all."
She didn't move fast enough.
"Fuck move, bitch, they'll go cold! GO!"
And she was off.
As she staggered down the stairs, she called back,
"But, Shit, I'm fucking naked!"
To which I replied, "You don't give a fuck; you don't live here, he ain't ever going to see you again!" and "Shut the fuck up and hurry, bitch!"
As she dealt with the pizza guy, I then picked up my phone and sent a text message to Julian, the bisexual pickup boy her husband had been fucking with last night. If he was good to his word, he would be arriving in two hours. In the message, I told him the door would be unlocked, so he should just come in, shout something like "Hey Cig," lock the door behind him, and wait for me to call for him to come upstairs.
As she was shutting the door, I was on my way down to the sitting room, where we ate directly from the boxes sitting on the sofa. We were both famished, so it didn't take long. I went off at one point and made two large mugs of coffee and got us a big bottle of water. Otherwise, we didn't talk until we were finished.
Once our hunger satisfied, and as we washed it down with our coffee, she timidly piped up, "So I suppose I better get going now."
To which I replied, "Well, you'd better wait for your clothes to finish washing and are dry first."
"You put my clothes to wash?"
"Yeah, you should have seen your nickers, all covered in JP's cum, it must have been gushing out of your slutty cunt when you got dressed."
"Don't say that!" She retorted, adding, "You make me sound like a whore."
"Well right now you are my whore, and for the moment I haven't really finished with you, so either you can have a shower, get dressed, then fuck off back to your sad, unhappy marriage, or get your slutty little butt back upstairs and enjoy your fucking self."
She got off the sofa and walked straight back up to the mezzanine. When she got there, I called up, "Hey bitch! Open the bottom drawer on the dresser!"
I heard it slide open and continued, "Tell me, what do you see in there?"
"Some headphones, some boxes, and..."
"What? Has the cat got your tongue?"
"Well, a few sex-toys, three, I think."
"Pick the one that is the most like yours!"
"How do you know I've got a vibrator?"
"Well, you do have one, don't you?"
"Yes, but it's not like any of these."
"I don't give a fuck which, but just choose one, then get on the bed and introduce yourself to it. I'll be up in a bit to see how you two are getting on!"
Then I sat there and rolled a nice big joint, lit it, then made another six or seven before going up to join her.
She'd chosen the double dong, a highly flexible rubber jelly, forty cm long, five cm thick dildo, both ends topped with a six cm bell end.
When I got there, she was currently lying on her back legs open, slowly but firmly, thrusting about ten to fifteen cm in and out of her cunt.
I came and sat next to her hips, reached out and ran my hands over her tits and back down to her stomach. As I caressed her, I could feel her movements.
When I pressed lightly down on her tummy just below her belly button, I could feel her internal muscles working around the dildo. She had her eyes shut and was moaning deeply as she worked herself. I let her continue as such for a while, but from time to time I reached down and pushed a little more through her hand so it would go deeper and deeper.
When she was taking half of the thing, talking softly, I asked her why she chose this one, to which she said it seemed the easiest to handle and was the thinnest of the three, adding that hers is only half as thick as this one.
I told her it was a good choice because it is also a very versatile toy. The next time she pushed it in deep, I made her stop and took it in my hand and held it there for her while I got her to roll over onto all fours.
When in position, I let her resume fucking herself with it briefly while I wet my finger and started teasing her anus. Her little ring responded well to this stimulation and was soon twitching away as I pushed a centimeter or two of finger in.
So I told her to stop moving the dildo the next time she had half inside her. I then took the rest of the dildo in my hand, bent it back, up, and around, then almost effortlessly pushed its other bell end straight into her little hungry arse hole.
"Oh fuck!" she sqweeled as it pushed past her sphincter.
I went deeper, pushing in ten centimeters in one go.
"Oh god, that feels so fucking good!"
"So say thank you, fucking bitch!" I ordered, and she did, then started cumming as soon as I rammed the remaining ten centimeters into her.
She was shaking all over as she felt twenty centimeters of this double dong filling each of her holes. I held her there until her body calmed a bit, then I slowly withdrew the half in her cunt. When it finally came out, she gasped, then I started to feed the thing deeper and deeper into her ass.
It took a while to take her where I was taking her, but it was worth it. By the time her arse had devoured three quarters of the dong, she was once again trembling all over.
From here on in, I made her beg for more, and as the last fifteen centimeters slowly entered her, she was chanting,