Category : Adult

Sub Category : Erotic

We'd decided to buy some time with a hooker, so we could try a threesome.
Neither of us knew how to go about buying a girl. I found the seediness of the stairwell whores enticing. You did not, so we reached for the same tool we used to shop for tires and psychiatrists: the Yellow Pages. Sure enough, we found three pages devoted to escorts. A veritable gold mine of sin.
We picked a service, I don't remember how, and called for the rates. £200 an hour, we were told, money we decided without question we could spend. The madam told us it would take 45 minutes for our girl to arrive, and it would be cash only. That gave us plenty of time to get to an ATM, which we did, and buy condoms, which excited me since we had never used them ourselves and the thought of you rolling one on to fuck another girl was both novel and hot. We returned to our hotel, a little nervous, and proceeded to wait.
Two hours later we were still waiting, resigning ourselves to the fact that our escort would never arrive, when we were delighted by a knock on the door. I opened it, still dressed in my dinner clothes, in stark contrast with the hooker's unexpected tank top and sweats. "Sorry," she said, snapping gum. "I got lost."
I stepped out of the way to let her in, suddenly bashful, but before I could say anything she took the proverbial wheel. "Can I use your bathroom?" she asked.
"Sure."
She walked casually to the back of the room and let herself in, coming out a few minutes later in her bare feet, wearing nothing but a plain white thong. Short and blonde, she had an all-right face but a cute body, firm and a little plump. There was a touch of baby fat around her waist that turned me on. She had soft breasts with no implants, thank God. "What are you looking for?" she asked, her expression bored.
My shyness made it hard to negotiate. "My partners never seen me with a girl," I managed to say. She didn't seem surprised, and gave me a look up and down.
"Well, at least you're pretty," she remarked, and maybe meant it. I chose to believe her.
I sat down on the bed and she came over to me, standing between my legs and moving more like a stripper than a whore. I wasn't sure what we would be getting, but I liked it. I hadn't been close to a pair of tits in a long time, and hers were practically suffocating my face. She leaned down to put her hands on my shoulders, and kissed me deeply on my lips flicking her tongue in my mouth "Take off your clothes."
I slipped easily out of my bright red heels. My dress buttoned down the front and I fumbled with the buttons until she pushed me back on the bed and finished the job, sliding down my panties and then hers as I managed the front clasp of my bra. She lay heavily against me, scissoring her thigh between my legs and grinding down, her breasts pushing down against my own. I wrapped my arms around her back and pushed against her, feeling the warmth spread across me from the center out. When she arched her back her breasts lifted. I moved my hands around her body, touching them tentatively, then more insistently as my timidity was taken over by my greed. Hungry now, I moved my fingers to her nipples to stroke and tease, pinching softly as I felt them hardening beneath my touch. She gave a practiced moan and kissed my neck, then lower, tonguing and kissing her way down my abdomen to my cunt.
I was horny but hesitant. I wasn't interested in being the recipient of oral sex. You licked a pussy with more skill than any woman I'd fucked had ever matched, and your love for the act ensured I got that pleasure all the time. I let her have her way for a minute or two, long enough to know that she was no exception to the rule, then pulled her up and pushed her off, moving quickly across her body, shifting my hands and then my tongue to the breasts that had become perfect in my eyes. It was my turn now to kiss my way down until I reached the slippery spot I craved to taste.
I ran my tongue across her shaven lips and felt her jump. Slowly I moved inward, tonguing my way leisurely towards her clit. I flicked it gently, hearing her moan more sincerely as I pushed two fingers in, pressing upwards just far enough to hit her g spot. As she writhed against my hand, I lifted my face to glance at you sitting six feet away in the hotel chair. You had undressed, and were sitting with you legs open, one hand resting between your legs on your hardened cock. Feeling your eyes on me set me on fire. I watched you stroke yourself for a minute, then went back to my work, sucking now on her swollen clit and moving my fingers more forcefully inside her cunt.
Blissful but aware, I heard you lift yourself from the chair and move behind me, placing your hands around my waist as I licked and sucked. You pushed yourself against my ass, breathing hard. "Does that feel good?" You asked. I wasn't sure if you was talking to me or the hooker, but we both responded with whimpers of desire. Feeling your cock against me while tasting her strong juice had me soaking wet. My voice was muffled against her folds but I knew you understood as I begged you to push it in. You stepped back, brushing your cock against my pussy, teasing me.
"Please," I said, more loudly. "I want you to fuck me so bad." You moved forward again and obliged, thrusting your hard cock into my dripping cunt roughly, giving me what I wanted hard enough to hurt. You were as excited as I was. Slamming into me, I felt your body slap against my ass as you filled me up.
You bent and whispered in my ear. "I'm going to fuck your ass while you eat that pussy." Your motions were so coarse it scared me, but you moved your cock up before I could object. You spread my cheeks and I felt you throb against my hole. There was no need for lube. Between the strippers spit and my own hot juice the head of your cock broke through easily. Still I yelped as you forced your way in and holding my hips began thrusting until I thought you would tear me apart . The pain was sweet. I selfishly pulled my fingers from the hooker's cunt so I could rub my clit. Bracing myself against the bed with my other hand, I licked her furiously as you brutally stabbed in and out. I could feel my orgasm mounting, and fast. I rubbed myself harder and harder until I came, crying out, making myself hoarse. After my waves ceased and I quieted, you pulled yourself from my ass and fell on your back beside us, grinning smugly as you always did after making me come. It was your turn now.
Still smiling, you reached for the nightstand, grabbing the box of condoms and tearing it open, taking one out and ripping through the package with your teeth. You passed it to the hooker who rolled it on with her teeth and the hooker picked up on the cue. 
So did I. I got out of the way and sat naked in the chair to watch.
She started to straddle you but you pushed her back and rolled her onto her stomach. I wasn't surprised. It was buyer's call, and I knew what you liked to look at when you came.
She was wet and open, too. I had wondered how it would feel to watch you fuck another girl, and I was about to find out. You held her prone on the bed, pressing her arms out and to the side, pinning her hands beneath your own so she could barely move. Shifting your hips, you positioned you cock beneath her rounded ass and began to push. "You're so tight," I could hear you whisper. "Your pussy feels so sweet."
What? Those were the same words you said to me whenever we fucked. I wondered briefly if you meant them, then decided I really didn't care. Her face was pressed into the bed. She was moaning into the mattress and making me crazy all over again.
It didn't take long for you to come. Again, it was buyer's call, and her pleasure was none of our concern. Besides, we were running out of time. You collapsed against her back, lying there catching your breath before rolling off.
And what happened next, do I hear you ask? 
She rose and dressed, we passed her the two hundred we owed her, and she made for the door. After all, you don't pay a hooker to fuck you - you pay her to leave.