NOTE: All the characters in this story are over 18 years of age. Thank you for any and all reviews/ratings!
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Cold hands wrapped around his body coming to rest on his naked chest. A fit, healthy body rested against his back. Normally these things would excite him, but tonight it did nothing. The woman behind him was naked; her supple breasts were pressed tight against his upper back. Her nipples were hard, her pussy was hot and wet against him. Not even that of all things turned him on. Her hands drew a teasing line down his stomach, resting on his painfully flaccid dick.
"Just stop, you're not doing anything for me. I'll pay you and you can leave." He said.
"No, Nicky. I don't leave any of my customers without giving them a happy ending. Just relax and let me work my magic."
"Make it quick." He said with a moan. His body started reacting to her touch. It was a mediocre, untrained touch, but it was beginning to do the trick. She swung around him and sat on his lap. She leaned forward and kissed him full on his lips. He drank her in, trying to use the kiss to intensify the experience. It wasn't working so far, but at least he was hard. The woman on top of him wasn't really a woman. She was maybe nineteen tops. But she was pretty with long brown hair and green eyes. She broke the kiss with him and started to mount him. He stopped her.
"Whoa! You think I'm going to fuck you without a condom?" He asked.
"I'm clean."
"I don't know that for sure. Condom's in the drawer."
She groaned and grabbed the condom out of the door. She carefully put it on him. Nick let out a hiss as she sat on top of him. God, she was tight. He started moving his hips in tune with hers, and before long he felt himself lowering his head into the crook of her neck and clutching at her as though his life depended on it. But he wasn't coming. Much to his horror, he was crying. He cried because this is what his life had come to. Sleeping with teenaged prostitutes because that's the only way he'd get any. Crying because he couldn't hold a girlfriend for longer than a couple months at a time. And much to his pleasure, the girl on top of him was ignoring his bitch tears.
He refused to ask for her name. He didn't want to know. At that moment, she laid him back on the bed and started riding him. It was a much more comfortable position. He felt pressure starting to build. No, he didn't want on top. No, he didn't want to take charge. Quite simply, he wanted to get off. He didn't care about her pleasure. He was paying her for sex, not the other way around. He didn't feel the need to impress her.
"Uhhhhh." He groaned as he came. The noise was monotone and flat, as she hadn't been as satisfactory as he'd hoped.
"Already?" She asked with a sneer. "You don't even have the decency to get me off, too?"
"I'm paying you, remember? Go masturbate." Nick rolled over, grabbed his wallet off the nightstand and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. His issue was that he was actually horny now. It perplexed him because he had just came, but he took it. Hastily, he handed her the money. He wanted her out so he could pleasure himself properly. "Now leave."
"You're hard again, hon." She pointed out the obvious.
"I'll take care of it." Nick said flatly.
"What? With your pornos and a Fleshlight? Sounds really fun." She rolled her eyes.
"Oh, trust me it does." Nick winked at her, "Now leave."
"Whatever, asshole." The girl put her clothes back on and left, leaving Nick alone. Alone in his thoughts and in his actions. It's better this way, he tried to tell himself. Less emotional baggage. Or more, depending on how he thought about it. He couldn't escape from himself, not even with the ample amounts of booze he drank.
In a daze, he turned the TV on, and hit play. His favorite porno flashed across the screen, the one with the two sexy cheerleaders, and he leaned back against the pillows with his dick in his hand. It felt good enough, but he couldn't keep himself from thinking about his least favorite student, Lexy. The one who was blackmailing him.
She was an extremely mediocre lay. The seventeen year old had forced him into taking her virginity and continued, even months later-with absolutely no improvement- to blackmail him. He wasn't allowed to date, he wasn't supposed to masturbate as per her rules. But how would she know if he masturbated? It wasn't like she was at his house. He just wanted to get off. And he would. Slowly, he stroked up and down his length, which was impressive, but not too large. He was thicker than he was long and that served him well.
His favorite part of the porn flick was coming up, the part where the blonde pulled down the brunette's pants for the first time. The look on the girl's face turned him on to no end. Of course, he rarely made it farther than the Brunette coming. The Blonde's tits were perfectly perky and bounced every time she moved. Because he was a boob man, this never failed to turn him on. This time was no exception. The orgasm started low in his back, causing him to arch up, his toes to curl into the sheets, his left hand to clench, and his head to go back, and then he grunted his release.
This was better than a cheap prostitute, he thought. Even though he had a clean-up this way, his orgasm had been much more satisfying. But he still felt empty. Sex used to be such an emotional thing for him. He had been the guy that never had one night stands, never slept with someone he hadn't dated for precisely three months, and certainly never hired a hooker. That had changed somehow. Sex had lost meaning to him, relationships had lost meaning to him.
He supposed that that could point back to Lexy. She took the meaning out of sex when she 'raped' him. But, was it really rape if he had fantasized about her, fantasized about doing her, almost all the time until that moment? Was the act itself really different than the thoughts? Or had his reluctance only come from her age? He didn't know. All he knew was that he had come to loathe her. Lexy called him at all hours of the night telling him where to meet her and when. Tonight it would be at the track, which was about twenty minutes away from his house.
His uniform was precise. Lexy texted him- "Gym shorts, no underwear. Wife beater."
He owned two wife beaters. One black and one white. She preferred the white one with red shorts. The no underwear thing always worried him. Even though he knew they would be unnecessary, he hated having his junk so free and exposed. With a huge sigh, Nick stood up and grabbed the requested items out of his dresser.
Nick and Lexy. Warning: Not exactly consensual with them.
Cold hands wrapped around his body coming to rest on his naked chest. A fit, healthy body rested against his back. Normally these things would excite him, but tonight it did nothing. The woman behind him was naked; her supple breasts were pressed tight against his upper back. Her nipples were hard, her pussy was hot and wet against him. Not even that of all things turned him on. Her hands drew a teasing line down his stomach, resting on his painfully flaccid dick.
"Just stop, you're not doing anything for me. I'll pay you and you can leave." He said.
