Chapter 2: The Wealthy Fool
I bounced my body slightly as I rocked toe to heel, and it was chilly out and the whipping wind lashed out against any exposed flesh; including my legs which were bare from the knees down to the tops of my feet. I was waiting on a client to pick me up on the usual corner, which was a couple blocks from my apartment. I wore nothing but a jean mini skirt and low cut blue tank top which revealed plenty of creamy plump cleavage, and it was topped by an overly thin black trench coat. My red high heels slightly clicked against the cement path as I continued to move in an attempt to keep warmer, and of course it wasn't working. I near jumped for joy when I saw the typical white limo pull around the corner, and the headlights were gleaming in the darkening hours as the night was soon to settle across the city.
This client I liked calling the wealthy fool because he had more bronze than brains when it came to his money, and he'd likely spend himself broke before the end of the decade; which didn't faze me any considering I was receiving a good chunk of cash each month for my services. I watched the limo pull to a stop in front of me and the back door opened on cue, I walked the few steps over and leaned down climbing in the small area as I seated myself on the black leather seat of the interior. It smelled of smoke and whiskey, which he often indulged on both in my presence. "Evening Doll." He had a country drawl to his voice which often rubbed me the wrong way as I simply nodded to him as he continued. "Time for a little fun and for what I pay you for." I heard him say as he drew a puff from the cigar he held in hand and the end of the cancer stick glowing in the dimly lit car, which I considered a small prison.
He was silent as I watched his free hand go down to the top of his pants and I heard the rattling of his belt loosening and the zipper being undone. This was often how our encounters started, though far from how it ended. I took a silent breath and slid over toward him and my own hands moved to his pants which freed his already hard meat from the confines of his lower clothing. With experienced skills my upper body leaned down and my tongue darted out licking up the length of his enlarged shaft before my mouth covered the head of it, sucking the swollen member. I felt his hand on the top of my head pushing down, and so my warm mouth consumed more of his girth, which inched him deeper into my oral cavern. He was big, and he often painfully stretched my mouth, but I made sure to keep quiet as I worked him.
He suddenly bucked his hips upward which shoved his engorged length partly into my throat, which made me gag slightly before I began moving my head up and down on him obediently. He soon pulled my head up by my hair removing him from my mouth. "Ride it." Was the next words I heard escape him, and I sat up and reached down beneath my skirt sliding my purple thong down toned legs to my feet. I removed my heels followed by the lingerie that was at my ankles. With a bit of shifting I moved over to straddling his lap, and my pale slender fingers wrapped about his thick length as I guided the head between my thighs and into my slick core. I forced my hips down on him, and felt every inch being consumed by my inner walls as I dropped my weight on him, which impaled my body on his stiff girth. I began raising myself only to drop back down on him, as I rested my knees on each side of his legs against the leather seat as I rode him. I felt his large hands go to my hips and began guiding me to a faster pace.
"Such a good girl. So tight." I heard him mumble as he gave a hard thrust upward with his hips which jabbed against my cervix making me gasp. I continued riding him, which allowed the male to guide the speed and rhythm he wanted as my mind was far away from the current situation, and my body on auto pilot as I was accustomed to guys using me. My eyes landed on a array of papers that was scattered across the back dash. With common moves I often used on him, my fingers slid up along his clothed chest as my body bounced over his, and slowly but surely my hands crawled upward from his chest to his shoulders then past him to the back of seat and onto the papers. I casually moved them about reviewing the contents briefly. All case documents, bank papers, letters, memos….and then my gaze fell on one I took great interest in, and with quiet haste I folded the article into a tight square and hid it between my fingers and the palm of my hand.
My attention returned to him, I studied his face briefly his typical brown eyes were closed and he continued to murmur things beneath his breath, as some I could not even comprehend he whispered them so quietly. My body felt so stretched over his length as he filled me up entirely with every inch he could continue to stuff into my tight entrance. His hands continued to guide me down in haste. I knew he was getting close to releasing his load into my depths. "Mm Jesus Doll, I can't ever stretch you enough, can't ever get enough…" His words trailed off again as I watched him bite his lower lip and his thrusts getting more aggressive with each passing moment. He was driving the head of member into the furthest reaches of my core, and making me feel every throbbing vein along his length. He suddenly slammed up and pulled my hips down, which forced our lower halves as close as possible to each other as he became still and moaned. I soon felt a warmth pooling in-between my legs as he flooded me with his bodily fluids. "Ugh…" is all I heard from him, and then a moment of silence before he continued.
"Jason get in here." I removed my body off of his as I heard him call out to his son, who was often with him. Settling back on the seat I took the chance to casually slide my hands along my clothed hips and planted the paper I had collected into the small pocket which rested there. My eyes shifted to the door as it opened and we were joined by Jason. He was a lean early 20's male who resembled his father quite a bit. "Ride this whore, get our money's worth." I heard his father's slightly slurred words and shifted to the opposite seat, laying on my back and spreading my legs which is how the younger man always used me. I heard Jason close the door behind him as he entered the vehicle once again, and he fumbled around a few moments as I listened to him undoing his pants. He soon covered my body with his own and rested between my legs for a moment and didn't hesitate to quickly cram his entire shaft into my chasm.
He began pumping in and out wildly, which rocked my body hard. A whimper crossed my lips as he repeatedly rammed the head of his meat into my cervix as I heard the older male chuckle and I felt his eyes watching the scene unfold from his corner of the limo. I felt a hand moving up my torso and landing on my breast; in a quick jerk the digits pulled my tank top and bra down in sync. My round plump orbs rose and fell with my heavy breathing as they now were exposed to the warm air within the confined back apartment of the car. Greedy fingers I soon felt consumed my left tit, which squeezed and groped at it as they jiggled and bounced with the hard pace he rode me with.
I uttered not one complaint as I let him do as he pleased to me for the most part, and the sounds of flesh slapping together within the confined space faded from my thoughts. Money well-earned as most would say. I always sent myself into the depths of my subconscious webs to avoid the physical reality around me for moments like this. Jason rarely lasted long, but he was often brutal, showing off his physical dominance over me. A slight sharp pain against my right tit brought me back to reality. The young man was pinching and giving light twists to my dark pink nipples before I watched his mouth come down and roughly suckle on my breast a few moments. He then latched my nipple between his teeth and pulled upon the sensitive flesh making me gasp at the mixture of pain and pleasure he caused in the action.
I watched the beads of sweat form across his creased forehead as he pulled his upper body away from mine, and his upper lip was pulled back near in a snarl; which spoiled his fair looks. His whole body was trembling as I knew he was getting near his climax, and he gave a final ruthless slam of his hips against my own before his form buckled and he landed over my figure with a loud grunt. His chest was heaving against mine as I felt his slick t-shirt graze over my bare chest. It took him a couple minutes to finally remove himself from my body allowing me to sit up; I knew I would be sore in the morning from this grand rendezvous as I straightened my clothes and put myself back in order, as my last act was sliding my heels back on my feet as I slid over to the door. "Was a fun night Doll, same time next week I expect." The older male's voice echoed in my ears as I made my escape.
My heels lightly tapping against the cement walk reverberated against the nearby buildings, and the sound was kind of a relief to my mind as I also heard the limo pull away. I was already feeling the effects of such a rough tumble, but I pushed the sensations aside as my fingers dipped into my side pocket and retrieved the letter I had stashed there. This was part of my insurance if anything did ever happen to me, it was a dangerous business after all and even being the upper class hooker came with risks. I gave a heavy sigh and tugged the flimsy coat tighter about my form. I was mainly hiding most of my body against the cool night air and as I walked the familiar path back to my apartment which wasn't far away. There was other pedestrians walking the street but they moved past in like a blur as I neared my destination. Making a sharp turn I went around the side of the building to the rear exit, not wanting to have the door man cross my path tonight. I quickly ventured through the kitchen avoiding the cooks, chefs, and waiters who bustled about as I located the service elevator.
Climbing aboard into the tiny transportation device I reached over and pressed the sixth floor button, and the doors slid closed as I felt the cables work to hoist up the contraception. It soon came to an abrupt stop and the doors automatically reopened, I stuck my head out first glancing about making sure I saw no one I knew and made a dash for my own door. I rummaged through the coat pockets before locating the keys and hurriedly worked the locks undone and turned the handle, as I near fell into the front hall of my current rooms. I quickly closed the door behind me and exhaled deeply. My eyes landed on the clock across the way which was the kitchen, it was near 10 p.m. I idly kicked my shoes off and peeled the jacket from my form, as I couldn't wait for a hot shower or even a bath to scrub the filth off of me from another night of work.
My steps were silent as I tip toed throughout the rooms and headed for the last one at the end of the hall. My fingers placed on the handle and I turned it quietly, the door cracked open and I slipped within. The only light illuminating from a small night lamp on the side table next to a bed. My eyes studied the figure that was in the bed, and it was barely visible, just an outline beneath a pile of blankets. Though beneath all the material I knew there slept my 12 year old son. I dare not sneak closer to view him, but I saw the fall and rise of his blankets and heard the gentle release of each breath from his lungs. He was exactly where I left him, safe and tucked away from the world outside, exactly how I liked it. I departed from the room as rapidly as I had came, to leave my child to rest.