This is a fictional piece about a weekend in the life of a young, but seasoned hooker. All sexual scenarios involve consenting adults, though bondage is sporadically used.
I'll Have the Usual
"What's my tab, Palo?" I asked my favorite food truck operator.
His tacos and other Mexican foods are the best in Chicago.
It was ten in the morning, and he had just unlocked his private entry door. The big window would not open until he had the ovens heated, ready to feed the masses of people that used his service, six days a week.
Old Palo looked me over, without the usual offensive male overtones.
"You're looking pretty rough this morning, Simone. Are you just getting home?"
He looked again, pausing at my chest.
"I mean... not that you're not still gorgeous and sexy, but..."
"Palo! Do you really want to hear about my weekend, or do you want to make me cum?"
I knew the answer, so I stepped up into the trailer and closed the door behind me.
Palo hit the light switch and continued to back his way into his workspace. I usually wait until I owe closer to a hundred, before I pay up, but I was horny, and I happened to come home, just at the right moment. I pulled my shirt up, revealing my surgically perfect and expensive melons to my friend.
"My god! What did I do to deserve this?" Palo lamented.
"You have your talents, and I have mine." I murmured, as I unhooked my wrap-around skirt and hung it on the same coat hook that I had been using for the past six years. I put my purse on the counter. I knew that Palo would want to remove the panties himself, then he would sniff them like a dog.
I took my position, with my back to the counter, and let Palo help me to jump onto the stainless steel surface, with my back to the closed window.
He came to my face, and held me so gently with his puffy, callused hands.
"Why do you pay this way? You are obviously well paid for your services; why continue to pay me with your body? I am twice your age, fat, married..."
I had to interrupt him, before he shifted my mood.
"Dear man,... You fed me when I had no money. Now I think we feed each other."
Palo released my face as he dropped slowly to his knees, leaning in as he did, to trail kisses down my swollen breasts. I spread my legs and arched to meet his mouth with my pussy. He crammed his tongue into my snatch as deep as he could drive it.
The memory of my wonderful weekend came back to me in a flood, and I realized that I would have to tell all to my odd Confessor.
On second thought... I should concentrate on a good orgasm first. Palo will forgive me for thinking of myself first.
I started a slow touch on my tits, staying away from my nipples. Palo pulled his tongue out and started to carefully lick each bare labia. He would know what I wanted, and he would want to see it and feel it for himself.
Right then left, repeat. He was very good with his tongue, flicking into the clit with every stroke, he quickly had me on the edge. I shifted my hands to roll my nibs between my thumb and index finger. I licked my own lips, in anticipation of my first release of the morning. God, he is soooo good.
As I started my orgasm I lifted higher, but he stayed with me, pumping his tongue against my clit. I pinched and pushed my nipples into my chest, enjoying the feel as I rippled with a sweet cum. I let myself go, practically dancing on the serving counter.
He didn't stop until he was sure that I was done, but eventually I settled back onto the counter and he got back up off of his knees. He was still happy to kiss and fondle my tits, while I regained my composure.
"Fuck me slow, Palo, and I'll tell you about my weekend."
I still had to pay my tab, so I pulled my purse over and found the right condom for a fat moderate length old cock. Palo would put it on himself. He had no problem pushing it onto his swollen crown, then unrolling it onto his chubby cock.
I was still gaping from the tongue action, so he pressed up and into me with one swift stroke.
"Slow, my friend!" I cautioned my lover.
His cock only allowed for a 4 inch stroke, but the girth stretched me so tight that every movement was absorbed by my clitoris. He slowly buried himself in me, making my thighs stretch outwards while I pushed into his pelvis. My own juices mixed with the self lubing condom, to allow a beautiful feel.
Palo was becoming accustomed to my preferred pace. He used it to string himself along, prolonging the pleasure, and ensuring that the final product would be both delayed and thunderous.
"Okay, my sweet man, let me tell you about my weekend..."
They took me, as I stepped out of the shower. They had been very quiet, as they entered my apartment through the unlocked front door, but I knew that they had entered the bathroom when the steam dissipated so fast and the room lighting changed as their bodies blocked the hall light, sending shadows across the ceiling..
I pulled the curtain aside and made like I was surprised, covering my breast and crotch as well as I could manage.
"Please, don't hurt me," I whimpered, though I knew that our contract prohibited any real violence. This is called 'Acting', and I take it very seriously.
"Do what we ask, and you will be fine," one of them replied.
So I gave myself to them. There were three of them, so I didn't expect the challenge to be so great. Then, to my moderate surprise, they helped me to dress, then they walked me to their van, parked at the curb of my building.
"We thought that you would appreciate a ride to the cabin," the mysterious stranger informed me.
The cabin, they were referring to, was more of a clubhouse on a remote lake. The place had a giant room, called 'the Great Room', and a loft with a dozen bunk beds and cots. The place was used as a hop off point for canoeing and hiking, but this weekend it was to be the venue for my latest 'splash' party.
"We thought you might enjoy a luxury ride, Simone," one wiseguy explained as he showed me the back of the van; made up with a mattress and plush blankets.
