For Craig, it had been the last straw. At 25, learning that his 18 year old sister was having sex on a regular basis was the final humiliation. Craig had always kept a strong moral viewpoint. He would not beg for sex, he would not degrade himself and he would most certainly not have sex with a prostitute. Craig was not unattractive; he simply suffered from a severe lack of confidence and ability to speak to women. Many assumed he was gay, but Craig knew this was not the case. He adored women, but it was this adoration that left him unable to communicate with them on a primal level. Add to this his rules and this had left him as a 25 year old virgin; but now this had to change. Egged on by his friends, Craig had learnt of a brothel run from one of the nearby suburbs. Far enough away to make sure no-one would recognize him but close enough to get to without drawing suspicion. He had no idea how much was charged at one of these places, so he saved up enough for all eventualities. He didn't want a show, he just wanted to know what it felt like to be with a woman, get his rocks off and get on with his life. He had become obsessed; he needed this out of his system.
The day arrived and Craig had a clear schedule. He nervously got in his car and drove down to the house that his friend had told him to go to. This friend had memorably told him he needed to "bring money and your dick, the chicks supply the condoms." Despite the rather vulgar use of language, Craig was happy to receive any advice.
Maria was having a bad day. She was tired of the middle-aged men that frequented her well maintained body. Often they would shout obscenities at her, calling her a "dirty slut" or a "horny bitch." She never understood why the men were so eager to degrade her. Whether it was because they were so unhappy with themselves, that the only way they could fuck a woman like her would be to pay for it. It was mid-afternoon; she'd already had two dirty old men sweat all over her, then churn their old watery splurge out on to her tits. Why couldn't they just cum in their condoms? Why did they always have to put it on her? The worst part about it was Maria had actually woken that morning feeling seriously horny, yet nothing these men had done had bought her remotely close to release. Trying to forget her start to the day, Maria stepped out of the shower and walked naked through the hall to her quarters. She slouched in the big armchair in the corner of the room. Couples would use the chair to sit in whilst watching their respective partner fuck another woman. Maria spread her legs and slowly rubbed her fingers over her warm, moist cunt. Her free hand ran over her thighs, then her neck and finally her breasts. Maria was fairly worked up now and she was starting to gasp a little. As her release finally came close the door swung open and her boss Mrs Albert burst in.
"Sorry love, we've got a new one and all the other girls are tied up," she said in her thick Yorkshire accent.
"Fuck, just give me two minutes!"
"Save it for the feller ay lass, come on don't leave him waiting."
With that Mrs Albert walked over to Maria and dragged her out of her chair.
"No please, just let me finish," cried Maria as Mrs Albert yanked her hand from between her legs and pushed her towards the next outfit that was laid out neatly on her bed. Maria let out a mock sigh as Mrs Albert watched her put on her lingerie with a wry smile.
"You really are my prize asset dear; your problem is none of these men realize they don't know how to handle a looker like you. What's the longest a guy's ever lasted inside that cunny of yours? It can't be more than a few minutes."
"Piss off" Maria replied as she gave Mrs Albert a jovial shove then swanned out the room.
Craig stood in the hallway, his heart beating in his ears. All he wanted to do was bolt back out the door and wank off into a Kleenex in the privacy of his own bedroom. Craig could hear the muffled cries of the customers currently being worked on by the other girls, despite the effort that had been put into sound-proofing the walls it was clear when a customer reached his climax. Craig was startled as he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. As he span round he cast his eyes over Maria, she stood before him with her hands on her hips.
"Oh shit," Billy whispered.
"What's wrong? Don't like what you see?"
"No no, it's just, I didn't expect you to be so; well, beautiful."
In that moment Craig cringed at how corny that line sounded, and couldn't believe he hadn't relieved himself before heading over. He knew it would be over in seconds.
"You don't need the lines with me, just make sure you can pay" Maria told him sarcastically. "Follow me."
Maria led Craig up the stairs. He watched her ass sway from side to side, he knew she was putting it on, but it was having the desired effect. Especially with the long legs that carried her up the stairs. She was a dream.
She strolled into the room she had previously occupied, staring longingly at the wet stain on the armchair, reminding her of just how close she had got. She told Craig to remove his clothes then ran through the various services she was willing to supply. Craig's hands shook with nerves, making the unbuttoning of his shirt a bigger ordeal than it should have been.
"Come here, let me do that for you," Maria walked across and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. She could hear his staggered breaths, she could hear his nervousness. The men usually breathed heavily through arousal, but this was different. She had an idea what was wrong.
"Shit you're a virgin aren't you?"
Craig was dumbfounded, he could not figure out how she knew.
"Oh come on you're not gonna last two seconds!"
Craig didn't understand, he though she would probably want this over as soon as possible. Maria put her hands between her legs and gave herself a quick rub; she really was still very horny.
