She heard him zip up his fly and turned towards him. Most of the ‘johns' were panting by now, but he was breathing in the same deep, precise way that he was before they started.
He handed her the money and walked away from her, neither acknowledging a good fuck nor criticising a bad one. He'd come, she supposed that was all that mattered to him, and she certainly had.
Sophia straightened her skirt, not bothering with her thong, leaving it where it lay. She stood at the entrance to the alleyway, her ‘nightwatchman' nowhere to be seen. Then she heard the low rumble of his car approaching, signalling that her night's work on the streets was over; the next action would be in bed, with ‘him'.
The long, black limousine pulled up along side her. He did not open the door for her, she didn't expect it, she was, after all, only a whore. Sophia sat back into the black leather upholstery, knowing that, without her thong, she would leave her mark there, along with that of the men she'd had tonight. She couldn't see where he took her, the blackened windows preventing all fleeting glimpses of light as they passed stores or signs. They drove in silence.
That silence, for many, would be unnerving but she was used to it. She'd never heard him speak, she didn't know if he could, she suspected not. The car rolled to a stop and she stepped out alongside some steep, metal stairs. He got out and led the way up to the first floor room that she knew so well, although she didn't know where it was. He'd carefully selected it so that there were no landmarks to be seen, only the blackness of the surrounding buildings.
They entered, him first, etiquette not forgotten, just ignored. He began to strip, the dim light of the low wattage bulb allowing her to see a little of him for the first time that evening. He looked almost human, but she knew different. He watched as she undressed, the black pupils of his yellow eyes wandering over her body before settling between her legs.
Sophia sat on the edge of the bed and rested back, waiting expectantly. He knelt between her legs, his hands gripping her ankles before raising them and easing them apart. Their eyes met, as if conveying some telepathic message that it was to begin. He looked down at his goal, her cunt, the lips slick with cum and lubrication. She saw his cheeks bulge as his mouth filled with his tongue, drawn forward from somewhere at the back of his throat. It slipped over his lips as if tasting the air and quivered above her opening. His head bent down between her legs, his fingers opened her, and his tongue entered.
She felt it sliding inside, licking the walls of her cunt, drawing out the cum that was stored there. He raised his head, his tongue longer than any of the cocks she'd ever had, fluid pooled in the spoon like end. He drew it back into his mouth, gently, so as not to spill a drop. A dreamy look covered his face as he swallowed. His head dropped back and his tongue entered her again, swirling inside her as if it had a life of its own, collecting every drop from her. Not one square centimetre of her cunt missed his attention as his tongue collected the last vestiges of fluid from her.
He removed his tongue, she was getting drier now. This time the focus of his attention was her erect clit. His lips settled around the sensitive nub, and then he sucked, gently at first, then more powerfully. His tongue touched the end, stroking it, causing exquisite sensations to course through her body. Sophia waited, the best was to come. The tip of his tongue began to vibrate, like some expensive sex toy but the combination of sucking and vibrations was like none she had known. Climax after climax racked her body, Sophia felt as if she was floating on a perpetual high. After a while he stopped, as if he knew her clit would need a rest from his attentions.
Moving up her body she felt his cock enter her, not that it was like any human cock. The end had no opening for piss or cum to escape, just a smooth bulbous end topping a shaft covered in small scales. It was barely thicker than her finger, but it was just beginning.
With each thrust it gained length and girth. As it began to swell the sensations increased, she started to feel the scales caressing her tender inside. It was as if each one could move independently of the others, some stroking backwards, some forwards. Even when he stopped thrusting into her the swelling increased and the scales continued to arouse her. As each minute passed his cock doubled in size until it was stretching her almost painfully, but still he fucked, each thrust giving her the most incredible sensations. His scales sensed her wetness, sending the information to his brain that she was ready once more to be his sustenance. Sophia knew that his action was not to arouse him, but to provide her fluids for him. He removed his cock and once more drank from her. No cum now only her own secretions, but he seemed to savour it as much as before.
Time after time he went through the same procedure of sucking, fucking and drinking until each climax merged with the next into one long come.
After what seemed like hours, he stopped, both sated. He stood and raised her gently from the bed, the only sign of affection he ever showed her. As they dressed she wondered once again, why? If it was cum he required why didn't he trawl the gay clubs and bars, there was plenty there and it was free, and with his prehensile tongue she was sure that he could find a willing girl to supply her secretions for him. Perhaps it was the mixture, not only of her own lubricant but that of her many partners together that he needed. He certainly seemed to like the variety her many couplings gave him. He particularly appeared to savour a combination of black, white and Asian cum which she had supplied him with a few times. Then the vibrations from his tongue seemed especially intense, although she wasn't sure.
He left the room and descended the stairs. By the time she entered the car a familiar tartan case was laying on the seat. She opened it, knowing what would be inside. It was crammed full of money, mostly large denomination notes. Sophia's eyes lit up at the sight. A few more months work and she could stop, although she didn't know if she wanted to. An envelope lay on the top, she opened it. All it contained was the date, time and place of her next appointment.
His black car slowed to a stop back at the same location from which her night's adventures had begun and Sophia got out, watching as the taillights disappeared, already beginning to look forward to her future encounters. Sophia knew that the path before her was a dangerous one to tread, but walking the streets alone, was equally so. She looked down at the bag, a few more months was all she would need to be set up for life, to live in the kind of style she craved, but the thrill of her anonymous couplings on the streets and what followed was oh so exquisite. The feelings he gave her were intoxicating, like some kind of drug. She often wondered, if he didn't pay would she still do it, and she would often answer herself, yes. Sophia walked along the street and towards her newly acquired apartment, his money allowing her to escape from the dingy one room place she used to have to another residence that she could never have dreamed of owning.
She entered, placing her night's takings on a table, the money that the clients gave her not even petty change compared with that of her alien lover. Sophia wondered what he thought when he watched her sucking on a stranger's cock or having it driving into her cunt, was he in anyway jealous, or was she only a receptacle for the fluids he needed? Was he aroused as he watched? Did he wank that appendage that was his version of a cock, but wasn't one really, as he hid, spying on her?
She relaxed into a chair exhausted but satisfied by her nights work. Her cunt was sore from his scaled cock and her clit almost numb from his tongue but at least her next encounter was in a month, time enough for her to recover; time enough for the ‘drug' to wear off and for the yearning for ‘him' to begin, again.
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