My Whore for the Night
By C. K. Haven
Copyright 2012 C. K. Haven
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There’s a light tapping at the door, as though made by a set of perfect, sexy, long fingernails. I stand up from the couch and walk over to the door. I already have a crystal clear picture in my head of what she’ll look like when I open it. I’m not far off.
As the door swings open, revealing more and more of the stunning woman standing here, one of her arms outstretched and leaning against the door frame, my excited anticipation rises. If a man could choose any woman on earth to fuck the shit out of—any woman at all—he would be an idiot not to choose her.
She’s wearing a strapless black dress, which is tantalizingly semi-transparent. The dress ends just below her hips, revealing a pair of perfectly tanned, firm, and smooth legs—which she has crossed lightly, one over the other. On her feet are my favorite kind of strappy black high heels, which help to stretch out her legs and make them look even more amazing that they already did. That alone is about enough to get me off already. The only bits of jewelry she’s wearing are a pair of dangling diamond earrings, shining brightly and hanging down off her earlobes almost to her shoulders, and a creamy white string of pearls necklace which rests seductively around her neck.
And who knows? Depending on how the night goes, that might not be the only pearl necklace she ends up wearing before I’m done with her.
Her hair is pinned-up and looking so sexy. A few strands of it fall gently down the side of her face. Hair up; that’s good. One less thing that’ll get in my way once I get going. Though I’m quite sure that it’ll be pulled out (and pulled on) before too long.
I move to the side of the doorframe and gesture for her to come inside. Damn it, she walks so sexily in those heels. It’s all I can do to stop myself from throwing her up against the wall and fucking her right now.
I manage to restrain myself somehow. But I know I won’t be able to—and won’t want or need to—for much longer. She’s mine. Tonight she’s my little whore. We both know why she’s here. For the last few months, she’s been my girlfriend, and after I’m through with her tonight, that’s what she’ll go back to being. But from the second she walked into this room until I’ve fully satisfied myself with her tight little body, she’s just a fucking whore. Her passing through that doorframe symbolized the shift in our relation for tonight from girlfriend and boyfriend to whore and john. I just hope she can stay in character—I know I can. This was her idea, after all—her way of trying to keep the spice to our sex life. Well, she suggested we role play a little; I’m the one who told her she was going to be a whore and I wanted to treat her like one. And here she is—ready to be my little fuck-doll for the night.
She takes her sweet time getting settled. She walks around the room examining the pictures on the wall and peering out of the window, like she’s never been in my apartment before. But, I have to remind myself that she’s not my girlfriend tonight; and this whore never has been here. All the while she’s doing all of this knowing that it’s driving me nuts. She stops near the couch, facing away, and bends over to examine something on the footstool. She keeps her legs straight in order to obtain the maximum effect. And with her back arched, that short dress on, and those high heels, what an effect it is.
The hem of her dress rises up far enough for me to get a fine peek at her ass. God, she has such a perfect ass. Tight and small. Just what turns me on the most. And no panties.
She turns her head and catches me looking. “See anything she like?” she asks—her voice all sultry and soft. “Cause it’s not free, you know.”
All I can do is stare; nod and stare.
She runs her hands up her thighs all the way to her ass; there she pause, looks back at me and smiles playfully. “How about now?” she ask, using her fingers she hike her dress up slightly and spread her ass cheeks apart—her long red fingernails leaving slight impressions on her skin. “See anything worth paying for now?”
She’s got me rock-hard already. My mouth opens slightly and I exhale roughly—full of lust. I stare at that perfect, beautiful, spread ass. It’s almost like she’s begging me to come over there and lick it. Begging me to fuck that sweet ass.
Slowly, she removes her hands, leaving faint read lines where her fingernails had trailed along her skin. She straightens up, still smiling, and pulls her dress back down over her ass.
Turning to face me, her eyes wander down to the ever-increasing bulge in the front of my jeans. “And what’s this?” she asks, biting her bottom lip.
“Why don’t she come over here and find out?”
She shrugs and smiles slyly. She crosses the room, but slowly enough to drive me crazy. With each high heeled step she takes, her perfect tits have the slightest little bounce to them. I can’t help thinking how amazing it would feel to slide my cock between them.
We’re standing close enough to kiss now, but she won’t even give me that satisfaction. Yet. I lean in and she turns her head, as though something across the room suddenly caught her eye. Her neck stretches out, long and exposed. I can’t help myself—not any longer. I have to taste her. I lean in and start to kiss it, gently at first. She allows it, but only for a moment. Then she giggles and gently pushes me away with one hand on my chest. “That tickles,” she says. “Be patient. You’ve paid for the whole night.”
I’m glad she’s getting into her roll, but we both know that my patience isn’t going to last much longer.
I notice she still hasn’t removed her fingertips from my chest. Slowly, her fingers start to wander down to my stomach. With a sharp intake of breath, I look at her lustfully. I know exactly where I want those fingers to go next. She raises an eyebrow at me. The corner of her mouth turns up a little into a half smile—as though she find my obvious anticipation somewhat amusing. Her fingertips continue to trail lower down. As she reaches my waist, her fingers briefly fiddle with the clasp of my belt, as though she’s trying to undo it; I want her to so bad—and she knows it. But she’s not quite done torturing me yet. Her fingers let go of my belt and continue on their path downward—at an agonizingly slow pace.
Eventually—finally—her fingertips reach the protruding bulge in the front of my jeans. She raises her eyebrow again as she traces the length of my covered cock through my pants.
I let out a soft groan of pleasure.
She continues to tease me through my jeans until she knows I can’t handle it anymore. I’m just about to pull it out myself and make her touch it directly when her fingers finally find my zipper. She works it down and slips her them inside. She rubs me for a while like that—just the thin fabric of my boxers between my shaft and her hand.
God, I want her beautiful lips wrapped around my cock.
Finally she decides it’s time to give me some more direct pleasure. Her fingers work down inside my pants until she find my dick tucked in my boxers. She pulls it out of the middle of my jeans. With my belt still on, the tightness of the zipper hole around the base of my cock makes it throb all the more. My full eight inches is out—hard as a steel rod.
She smiles as she works one finger along the length of it, all the way to the head. Once she reaches that, she uses the tip of her finger to spread some pre-cum all around—lubing it up for the grip of her other fingers.
“Well,” she say, still staring at my cock, “is someone excited to see me?”
As if my massive erection and seeping pre-cum aren’t signs enough. I say, “Oh fuck yeah. I’ve been waiting for this. I hope you’re not disappointed in my…equipment.”
“Of course not. The customer is always right—and according to them, they all have amazing…equipment,” she says. Then she leans in, licks lightly at my earlobe and whispers, “But between you and me, this will the biggest cock I’ve sucked all day.”
“Just all day?” I day, with a grin and a raised eyebrow.
“Well,” she says, looking back down at my dick again and smiling, “okay—maybe all week.”
Her fingers wrap around the head of my cock. Her grip is tight, but not so tight as to be uncomfortable. Back and forth, she slowly starts to slide her hand down the length of my dick—her fingers always gripping harder as they reach the tip.
I cup the back of her neck in my hand and pull her closer. She doesn’t resist me. I get the feeling she’s done resisting me tonight. She knows I’m probably beyond the point of resistance anyway—and besides, she’s a whore; it’s her job not to resist. Well, unless that’s what the client is into, I suppose.
Our lips meet again; at first we kiss slowly and softly. I begin to open my mouth a little wider with each kiss—catching more of her upper lip. Her tongue finds its way into my mouth, but only just a little. Mine meets it, and I push my tongue deeper into her mouth—as far as I can. She reciprocates. All the while her hand is still working its firm and smooth jerking of my cock.
My fingers entangle in her hair and I guide her face to the side. I kiss gently all the way up her neck. I suck briefly at her earlobe and lick the inside of her ear. Into it, I softly whisper, “Faster.”
Her hand increase in speed, rubbing my cock faster and faster—gripping even harder at the head. I gasp with pleasure. My mind is totally focused on her hand, her fingers, and the movement.
I turn her head back and start kissing her more deeply than ever. Her hand works furiously back and forth on my cock. My free hand reaches down and finds her legs. My fingertips trail up her perfectly smooth, sexy thigh. It’s not difficult for me to reach higher and get under the hem—with her slutty little dress being as short as it is. My middle finger finds her clit. I rub it back and forth, increasing the pressure as I go.
Indistinct sighs and moans of pleasure come from her throat; mine too.
One, then two of my fingers slip inside her pussy. Damn, she is so fucking wet already. She feels like she’s so ready.
Our lips break apart just long enough for her to lean down and spit on my cock. Newly lubed, she takes it with both hands now and begins jerking me furiously. My grip on her hair gets tighter; my fingers slide faster and deeper into her pussy.
Now, one hand still stroking my cock, she uses the other to undo my belt and the top button of my jeans. With more room to maneuver now, she reaches inside my pants and feels around until she finds my balls. She massages them for a while before pulling them out to join my dick on the outside of my pants. Once freed, she continues to rub and pull on them with one hand while her other still jerks mercilessly at the very tip of my cock. I moan and groan; my own fingers are still rubbing mindlessly at her clit.
She leans forward and licks seductively at my ear. Her tongue traces each curve of my ear and finds its way inside. She stops licking long enough to whisper into my ear with her raspy voice. She says, “I want to suck her cock.”
Well, that’s it, of course. Fuck patience. Fuck taking it slow. After hearing her say that, I couldn’t wait any longer even if I wanted to—which I most definitely don’t.
My fingers tighten their grip on her hair. I pull her head back and kiss her deeply one more time. I look her right in the eye, and I’m sure she can see the lust written all across my face. “Get on her fucking knees,” I say. With both hands now, I grip her hair; I begin to push her head down. She lets me. She knows what I like. She’s going to be my submissive little whore tonight—and I plan on taking full advantage.
She drops down obediently to her knees, her dress sliding up far enough for me to see her pussy as her legs come apart. She still has a firm grip on my dick with one hand. I shake my head at her. I a voice dripping with anticipation, I say, “No, baby. Let go. Just your mouth.” She lets both of her hands fall to her thighs. She looks up at me with her dark, sexy eyes. Her face is just inches away from my dick.
“Fucking suck it,” I breathe, adding, “whore.”
One hand still holding her head, I begin to guide her forward. Her lips part as they near the head of my dick. As I keep pulling her head towards my cock, her tongue comes out and licks at the tip. Her tongue starts retreating back into her mouth and I can see a thin stream of pre-cum and spit arcing between my cock and the tip of her tongue.
Enough fucking teasing. I have to feel her mouth. “Suck whore,” I say simply.
And she does as she’s told. She sucks. Using my grip on her hair to guide her, she opens her mouth wide and she takes my cock inside her mouth. She takes about half of my length in on the first try. She’s just making sure it’s plenty wet. She takes it down about the same depth a few more times, her mouth never coming completely off my dick. She pulls her head back until her lips make a kind of pucker around the head of my cock. Then she takes it back down again.
I let my hand release her hair—for now. Regardless of how much I love to be in control, she knows what she’s doing when it comes to sucking cock. She most definitely knows how to get a man off.
Her mouth works down and back up on my cock, though never taking it in more than halfway. Not yet. Even at only halfway, though, I can still feel my cock pushing up against the back of her throat. I can’t wait to make she take it all the way in.
With my dick between her lips, I can feel her tongue licking all along the shaft and flicking at the head inside her mouth.
She starts sucking faster and harder, though not as deeply as before. Only taking in maybe the first inch and half or so, then back out to the tip—her head bobs quicker and quicker. I can hear the sounds of her wet spit and slurping sucks as she goes faster. She’s starting to moan a bit herself—her sounds of pleasure muffled by my cock in her mouth.
“Yeah baby,” I say. “Oh my God.”
The wet sounds of her sucking gets even louder.
“That’s it. Okay, now suck it just on the head, baby. As hard as you can fucking suck baby, right on the tip.”
Her lips go from the very tip of my cock down until they only just cover the protruding rim of my swollen head. Then back up again. Repeat.