My Inner Whore Makes an Appearance

Written by Tara Tainton

Monday, 30 March 2009 12:13

I don't remember just what triggered the game or which of us may have initiated. I still get moist between my thighs thinking of the excursion, how the moment just overtook us before any thought was devoted to the possibilities. Perhaps my lover fondly called me his little slut or dirty whore, and I decided to fulfill the role. Maybe I was just acting out a part that my subconscious had devious desire for. We unexpectedly found ourselves wrapped up in one of our most exciting sexual role playing escapades.

We touched and caressed, teased and toyed, and let the dirty talk flow. Somewhere in the mix, it happened. I assumed the role of the prostitute he'd just hired for his own pleasure. The usual sexual routine went out the window in an instant, along with our inhibitions. There was no looking back; I was committed. Committed to giving my john whatever he asked for, as long as he was willing to pay for it, of course.

"I've never done this before," he admitted.

"I'll show you the time of your life, baby," I reassured. "Now, what would you like me to do for you?" My john looked at me in silence, attempting to judge my skills and limits. "How about if I just start touching you here and see how you feel?" He smiled and watched my hand stroking his shaft as I admired the freshly shaved region.

"What else will you do?" he asked.

"Honey, I can do anything you're willing to pay for." I laid on my biggest smile, reserved for those timid clients. "Do you want me to put your cock in my mouth?" He nodded, and I licked and sucked, keeping my eyes directly on his. "Does your wife do this for you?" I purposely positioned myself for his best view: my ass high in the air, cheeks peeking out from the boy-cut knickers, my breasts almost falling out of my bra and spilling onto his thighs.

"You're a dirty whore," he added.

"I am if you want me to be, baby. What else can I do for you tonight?"

"I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to ride my big cock." His breathing grew deeper and heated to match his rising body temperature.

"You like to talk dirty, don't you."

"Sit on my cock." His wish was my command.

I moved the crotch of my panties to the side, took him in, and sat upright as I bounced gently and precisely, ensuring my breasts swung appealingly. He eyed my body in full, grabbed for my tits and squeezed them hard. "You're such a naughty boy. Tell me what you’ve always wished your wife would do for you."

"Fuck me hard, and let me watch you come."

I laid on top of him. The climax would come fast in my favorite position. I tried my best to slow down and make every moment worth his money.

"You're just a slut. I know you love it. Ride that cock."

He mistakenly attempted to kiss me on the lips. I instantly swung my head back while continuing the motion of my hips.

"That's not allowed." He honestly looked hurt. "That will cost you a lot.”

"I've got the money."

"Okay then." I let him have his way with me, making his cock slick as ice as I screamed out in an exaggerated cry. I sat up again, pounding on top of him until he came while tossing out expletives and derogatory terms my inner whore relished.

All a part of a profitable day's work.