Patricia leans back against the bar, arching her back to thrust out her breasts, and smoothes her short tight skirt over her thighs. She lifts her knee so men can see she’s in stockings.
It’s been a quiet evening. Just that one client. His marriage was breaking up, he hadn’t had a woman for a month and his steel hard shaft was aching with hunger, he craved a woman’s body and was prepared to pay. He said it was his first time with a prostitute. He wanted straight sex. Patricia on her back on the bed with her legs strained wide for him, him on top of her, grunting, sweating, clutching her naked body, pumping like an animal. But this one was different: he knew what a woman wants. His fingers had taken Patricia to the brink of her climax then his penis had taken its time working her clitoris till her orgasm had risen exquisitely slowly and exploded with Patricia crying out, gripping his bum and beating his back with her legs in unfeigned ecstasy. So different to those men who just want their dicks to jerk inside her, or just want to do those dirty things they’d never ask their wives. Patricia smiles as she remembers – if only they all were like that.
But no-one’s looking at Patricia right now. All the men’s eyes are on Suzanne as she mounts the stage. With her blonde hair in pigtails, that mini-skirt and tight white blouse she doesn’t look a day over 18. As Suzanne twirls her skirt flies up and all eyes are on her tight white cotton panties. Her nipples show through her blouse and it’s obvious she’s not wearing a bra. She drops her skirt and kicks it aside.
Then Patricia notices that man, standing a little way along the bar. His eyes are on Patricia. Patricia meets his gaze. Late thirties, smartly dressed in a suit and tie, good looking, here to watch the strippers. He’s wearing a wedding ring. His eyes run up Patricia’s stockinged leg. He moves closer to Patricia and she knows his eyes are on her black bra through the blouse button she keeps undone.
“Are you on the game?” He asks her.
She likes the look of him.
‘Might be. Depends what you want.”
‘I want my cock sucked off. Back at my place.’
They agree a price. Moments later they are in his expensive car heading for the suburbs. They stop at traffic lights. He reaches down, puts his hand on Patricia’s thigh, and lifts her skirt. Patricia spreads her legs for him and shows him she is wearing stockings and black panties. His fingers play briefly on the black silk between Patricia’s legs, lightly fingering her mound and following her vagina lips.
“You’ve got good legs. What’s your name?”
“Thank you. Patricia.’
“Call me John.’
They never give their true name.
They stop outside a large house, a middle class house with a drive. Expensive cars are parked in the drives of the houses on either side. Through the front door. Tasteful furnishings and deep carpets. Pictures on the wall. A woman’s touch. John gets a bottle of wine and two glasses. They go upstairs to the bedroom. A large double bed, a wall mirror next to the door. On the dressing table a wedding picture. John and his wife, slim and blonde, so pretty. Nearby a holiday picture: John in his shorts, a manly muscular body. His wife in a blue bikini, a man’s dream of a figure.
“My wife’s called Sue.”
Patricia can see John’s erection is straining for her. He undresses Patricia quickly to her stockings. Some men undress Patricia slowly, savouring the removal of each garment, running their hands over her body as they strip her. Others prefer to watch her strip and pose for them. Patricia knows well how to take off her bra in ways that thrust her breasts, and to slip down her panties, posing with them taut round her thighs, framing the dark bush between her legs, in ways that drive a man crazy!
“Take your stockings off on the bed”
The stockings fantasy! All men have their fantasies, and Patricia knows them all. Patricia lies on the bed, spreads her legs wide, folds her knees up near her shoulders, arches her back to thrust her hips, fingers the tops of her thighs above her stocking tops and brushes her vagina slit and pubic hair as if with excitement, before she slips the sheer black nylon so slowly down her long legs. As he watches her John quickly strips naked. Even Patricia’s excitement surges at this moment, when for the first time she sees the penis that will enjoy her! And Patricia is not disappointed: nine inches of muscle, sticking straight out, bending up with its hunger for her, a swollen purple tip, hairy testicles heavy with semen.
“Go on. On all fours with your back to the mirror so I can watch your bum. Legs nice and wide so I can see your pussy.’
Patricia positions herself and spreads her legs. She knows his eyes are on the hair lined love-slit he can see in the mirror between her spread thighs. That’s where men’s fascination always pulls their eyes. He spreads his legs, thrusts his lust strained penis forward and braces himself against the bed for the pleasure to come. Patricia leans forward and kisses the tops of John’s thighs. From above her she hears his gasp of pleasure as she licks her tongue over his testicles, then up and along his straining shaft, till she is tickling the very tip of his penis with her tongue. She sways her bottom in that seductive movement that fascinates and excites men. She reaches up to finger him between his legs.
Then it happens.
Patricia feels a hand on her bottom, moving quickly down between her buttocks to find her vagina mound and to finger her hair lined vagina lips. Patricia spins! There is Sue! She has silently entered the bedroom door behind Patricia. Patricia’s moment of horror is instantly replaced by fascination. Pretty blonde Sue is wearing only a tiny thong in white lace, little pink bows at the hips, with a matching bra. The cloth triangle of her thong is so sheer Patricia can see the brown outline of her bush through it. Sue is smiling. Patricia looks up. John is smiling too!
‘Mmmm, you’re right. She is very pretty.’ Sue says to John, then she addresses Patricia.
“I’ve come to give you a helping hand.”
She strolls round the bed to John. They kiss. He reaches behind her and unclips her bra. Neat pointed breasts bounce out, with large erect nipples. John’s hands slide down Sue’s sides and her thong falls away. John pulls Sue’s naked body against him so her thighs are astride his, her brown cunt bush brushing against him. He fondles Sue’s bottom, thighs and pert breasts. Sue reaches down and lightly fingers John’s straining penis, nearly vertical now, and lightly fingers his testicles. John gasps with pleasure, a drop of pre cum on his tip. Then John grunts with excitement as Sue’s thumb and forefinger wrap in a ring round John’s blue veined shaft.
“Don’t stop just for me” Sue says with a smile. Patricia gets the idea!
Patricia takes the head of John’s penis into her mouth, rolls her lips up and down over the ridge round its base, and massages its tip with her tongue. She rocks back and forth, sliding her lips up and down the stiff sides of his shaft, sucking as she sways back. Sue’s thumb and forefinger keep perfect time with Patricia’s movements. Sue’s other hand is fondling her husband’s bottom. Patricia lightly fingers John’s testicles and her hand meets Sue’s between John’s legs. Patricia hears John panting, his body starts to tremble. Patricia sees John’s right hand clutch Sue’s bottom till her flesh is white. John’s other hand ruffles Patricia’s hair and caresses her bare back. John thrusts forward, Sue’s hand is stroking fast and hard. Then that so familiar long deep throated half cry, half grunt, and John’s semen squirts into Patricia’s mouth.
Sue produces another glass, they open the bottle of wine. Then as Patricia is sipping her wine Sue gets on the bed, kneeling with her legs wide. Sue takes Patricia’s hand, pulls it gently down and cups Patricia’s hand over her vagina mound.
“Please” whispers Sue.
Patricia senses business.
Patricia joins Sue on the bed, kneeling facing her. Sue moans with excited anticipation.
“Play with my tits” gasps Sue.
Patricia lifts her breasts, larger and fuller than Sue’s, and rubs her nipples against Sue’s. Sue moans with pleasure. Patricia feel’s John’s hand fondling her bottom.
Now Patricia licks her tongue over Sue’s nipples. At the same time Patricia’s hand is between Sue’s legs, caressing the insides of her thighs, that hot spot between Sue’s arse and vagina, working towards Sue’s vagina. Sue is moaning softly. Patricia’s fingertips are gliding smoothly along Sue’s vagina lips, aroused now and wet with Sue’s juice. Sue fondles Patricia’s breasts and pussy. Sue’s fingertips find Patricia’s vagina lips and her cunt hair wet with her juice, and Sue knows Patricia is excited too!
John’s penis is massively erect as he watches two naked women in their sex play. Patricia feels John’s hand exploring her thighs, reaching right under her between her legs from behind to fondle her vagina mound. John knows what a woman wants! John’s spare hand is wrapped loosely round his shaft and he is stroking smoothly and firmly up and down. Sue is getting excited. Her legs are straining wide, she is thrusting her pussy forward for Patricia’s hand. Now Patricia’s fingers are working Sue’s clitoris as Sue’s orgasm starts to rise.
John’s hand is pumping hard and fast now as his wife’s climax rises and his hand is on his wife’s bottom. His penis is aimed at Patricia’s breasts as they bob with the rhythm of her hand stroking Sue’s pussy. Sue reaches out one hand to lightly finger her husband between his legs and the undersides of his testicles as he masturbates. John grunts with pleasure as she touches him. Suddenly Sue cries out:
Her whole body tenses then her hips slowly and methodically thrust forward like they have against John’s body so many times on that bed, her nipples swinging up as her back arches. She gives a long deep sob of pleasure, and presses Patricia’s hand against her throbbing vagina.
Simultaneously John grunts, Patricia hears the rustling of his hand against his pubic hair become frantic, then that long deep groan again. John thrusts forward, his hand gripping Sue’s thigh. The tip of his penis is just under Patricia’s swinging breasts. With a grunt of satisfaction John’s semen fountains over Patricia’s breasts and her front and trickles down to catch in Patricia’s pubic hair.
Sue empties the bottle of wine into three glasses.
“Now then” she says, reaching for her purse. “Two of us, two times ….” Sue pays Patricia four times the price she agreed with John, in crisp new notes. John and Patricia dress and John takes Patricia back to the bar.
Twenty-one year old Amanda is on the stage, slowly unbuttoning that short, tight nurse’s uniform that ends just at the tops of her stockings. John stays to watch Amanda. She shows him she likes him by crouching naked in front of him, swinging her legs as wide as she can and showing John how a girl masturbates. John’s eyes linger on the smoothly shaven lips of Amanda’s vagina as her young hips sway in front of him.
As John watches Amanda, Patricia leaves with her next client, that businessman in his fifties. Every week he’s here on business and always wants the same thing: to watch Patricia strip and pose in his favourite nude poses, tease his dick up harder and stiffer with her fingers than his wife can ever get it, and treat him to a hand-job squirting his cream over his teenage daughter’s panties which he always brings with him.
An hour later John is naked on his bed. Sue is astride him with her vagina lips squeezed tightly around her husband’s shaft, rising and falling to stroke her husband’s iron hard penis. John’s hands are on Sue’s breasts, but his mind is between Amanda’s legs. Sue’s vagina is throbbing and her orgasm is rising, but her mind is on Patricia’s breasts and fingers, and that card with Patricia’s phone number on it she slipped into Sue’s hand without John seeing.
“Next week, when John’s away…..” Sue thinks: then “Coming!…..Coming!…….Ohhhhh!”
About the Author
I’m a 26 year old girl living in London, England, with a very wild imagination…..