"I can't believe you did that!"
"Jon, nothing happened! We just had lunch together!"
"Well I'm sure he wanted to do more than that!"
"You're being ridiculous. Can we please just go to dinner?"
"Why didn't you just say no?"
"He's my boss! I didn't want to upset him."
"So what if he asks you to fuck him? Are you going to do it, so he won't get upset?"
"Fuck you Jon!"
SLAM!!!
Vicki slammed the door behind her and ran out into the street, crying. She made her way through the dark streets, not even knowing where she was going. As the night got colder, She pulled her coat about her tightly to buffer the chill wind. Her legs, however, were covered by only a short skirt and a pair of black nylons. Her feet began to hurt as she hobbled down the street in her high heels. Her mind was filled with thoughts. How could he say those things to her? After only a year of marriage, she and Jon had never fought like that. Why did he get so jealous? He was being a complete asshole!
"Hey baby!"
Vicki turned her head to see a car pull up beside her.
"How much?"
"Fuck you buddy! I'm not a hooker!"
He pulled up a little closer.
"Aww, come on babe! I can pay! How much? Five hundred? A grand?"
Vicki stopped dead in her tracks. A thousand dollars? Was he serious?
She looked over at the man. He was actually quite attractive, with short dark hair, and a clean shaven face.
'Maybe I should do it?' she thought to herself. 'That will show that bastard Jon! Anyways, he's the one that pretty much called me a whore!'
Her angry expression melted away and Vicki smiled as she walked over to the car.
"Damn girl! You're hot!" the man said eyeing up her body.
"Fifteen hundred!" she said bluntly.
She half expected the man to drive away, but instead he just grinned and opened the passenger door. Vicki tried to act confident as she made her way around to the other side of the car, but in truth, she was scared as hell.
"So what's your name?" Jon asked as she sat down and closed the door.
Without thinking, she blurted out "Victoria." She then realized she should have used a fake name.
"Oooo. Classy!" he said. "I'm Darren."
"Charmed." Vicki answered dryly. She was beginning to regret her decision.
Darren drove to a nearby hotel and parked the car. Vicki considered calling a cab and getting the hell out of there, but something held her back. She had to do this! It was Jon's fault, not hers!
"Well, here it is." Darren said opening the door to the hotel room.
It wasn't a dump or anything, but it was far from five star. There was one bed, some cheap paintings on the wall and a few liquor bottles on the desk beside the door.
"I see you've been having fun already," Vicki commented, seeing to half empty bottles.
"Oh the party's just beginning. Would you like a drink?"
"Oh God yes! I..mean yes please."
Darren smiled as he filled a glass with ice.
"You seem a little nervous. This isn't your first time is it?"
"Oh hell no!" Vicki lied. "I always need a drink to take the edge off."
Darren sat down on the bed.
"So what do you do?" he asked.
"Excuse me?"
"You know. What do you do? Sexually I mean."
"Oh! Uhhh. Everything, I guess. Everything except kissing on the mouth."
Vickie was suddenly glad she had watched "Pretty Woman" eleven times.
"Will you suck my cock?"
"Of course."
Can I fuck you in the ass?"
Vickie swallowed hard. "Y..Yes."
"Good! Let's get started."
With that, the man yanked his pants down and took off his shirt. He was standing there, wearing only a pair of boxers. Vicki looked him up and down, inspecting his body. He looked like he worked out, with washboard abs and a full, defined chest. In fact he had a much better body than Jon. Vicki wondered why he was paying for sex. She was starting to get a little turned on. She had started this to get back at her husband but now she was realizing that she really wanted to please this man!
Kneeling down before him, she looked up into his eyes as she curled her fingers into the waistband of his boxers. Slowly she pulled them down his thick, muscled legs, freeing his rigid cock. Her eyes fell to his dick and inspected the member. It was long and thick, protruding straight out from his abdomen. She wrapped her small hand around his shaft and stroked it gently. Her other hand moved to his balls and caressed them with her nimble fingers. Parting her sweet lips, her little pink tongue slipped out and teased the head of his dick. Darren started to moan as she poked the tip of her tongue into his dickhole. From there, her tongue slid down his shaft as she moved her hand up his torso, feeling his tight, muscular stomach. Her other hand grasped his cock and pushed it up against his abdomen as she dropped her mouth to his balls.
"Oh, baby! Damn you're good."
Hearing him talk was a huge turn on. Jon never talked during sex.
Her lips enclosed around his tight sac, as she massaged them with her tongue. She began to moan, humming on his balls, as her hand moved around to feel his muscular ass. Vicki's tongue lapped at his balls some more, before moving up the bottom of his shaft. Up and down she licked him getting it nice and wet. When it was glistening with her saliva she took it into her mouth, enclosing her lips around the thick cock. Slowly she pushed her mouth all the way down, until she could feel his balls pressing against her chin. She had to relax her throat to prevent herself from choking as she took him in. Darren rested a hand on her head as she bobbed up and down on his dick. As she began to stroke his shaft with her hand, she started to suck faster.
"Oh, fuck yeah! I think I'm going to cum soon."
Vicki moved her head faster as she rubbed his balls.
"Did you hear me? I..I'm going to ...Oh, God!"
Vicki closed her eyes in ecstasy as Darren pumped a huge load of hot cum into her mouth. She gulped it down greedily and sucked his cock dry.
Darren slumped back on the bed.
"Wow," he said. "I didn't know you girls swallowed."
"We don't," she replied. "But you're special."
Darren laughed.
