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Laura the Prostitute
by NS (ns@cryogen.com)
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A divorced man takes up with a very special prostitute.
(not coded, twist-ending)
***
Author's note: Sensitive readers or readers that have
religious or moral objections to sexually explicit
material are warned not to read the following text. The
author will not take responsibility for any emotional,
psychological, physical or other distress, damage or
harm that may result from reading this text. Readers
that live in countries where text of an explicit nature
is forbidden, read this text at their own discretion and
of their own accord.
The following text and characters are fictional and in
no way reflects any known persons, situations or places.
Any similarity to real life is purely co-incidental.
***
When Susan and I split, it wasn't easy. We came to an
amicable arrangement for me to have access to Jane but a
fifteen year-old girl doesn't always want to spend every
other weekend with her father. So, I took the decision
to move out and find somewhere on my own. I was 37 at
the time.
Things were going okay but it wasn't easy to meet women.
I'd not dated in nearly 20 years so I was a little rusty
and this meant that I'd been without sex for over six
months. Sure, I wanked off on a fairly regular basis and
the freedom to buy a few videos while I was in Amsterdam
on business kept me going - but it wasn't the same as a
good fuck.
Ordinarily, I wouldn't bother with the cards stuck up
inside of the phone booth. But this night, I was
desperate to get a taxi home and I was determined to
wait until the cab firm answered the phone. I surveyed
the cards casually:
'Young model, new in the area, will pose for you' or
'Big tits and long legs, call me' - the usual stuff.
One card caught my eye because the line drawing on the
card seemed so sweet and the text was not as obvious as
some of the others - 'Laura is lonely and looking for a
warm companion. She really enjoys men. Call her and
relax'.
I was picturing Laura in my mind when the cab firm
finally answered. I left the booth and stood waiting for
my car.
When I got home, and dumped my case and keys, I found
the card from the phone booth in my pocket. I thought
for a second and realised I was lightly flicking it
between my fingers when the cab phone answered and I
must have slipped it into my pocket with the card for
the cab. I looked at it now and thought to myself if it
was worth the risk. I thought for a few minutes while I
got changed and decided to give Laura a call. If I
didn't like the sound of what was on offer, or if the
price wasn't right, I'd not bother.
I dialled the number and waited.
A soft voice spoke as the phone answered, "Hello, this
is Laura." It was a sweet voice, and quite warm.
"What's your name?" she spoke into my silence.
"Err, P-Paul," I stuttered out before I realised I meant
to give a false name, oh well, it was only my first
name.
"Hello Paul," she replied. "How can I help you?"
I thought for a second then said, "I saw your card and
wondered if I could see you."
"Sure," she replied. "I like to meet in a neutral
location the first time and just talk, is that okay with
you?"
I was pleased she wasn't pressuring me into signing-up
for a week long fuck-fest or something, so I agreed to
meet her the following night in a quiet bar that we both
knew.
***
The next day I was nervous and couldn't decide whether
to meet Laura or not. The day went quickly as I was so
busy and by 6 o'clock I realised I still hadn't decided
on what to do. I stood thinking as Pippa, the office
tramp, strolled by in her tight sweater and skirt. My
cock twitched and my mind was made up - I was dying for
a fuck.
I arrived at the bar a little before seven and got a
table slightly out of view of the main area. I sat with
my drink and read my paper. I lost track of time and it
was 7:15 when I realised someone was standing next to
me. I looked up and saw the face of a gorgeous girl. She
looked young, 18 or 20 maybe with lovely blonde hair cut
into a stylish bob. She wore a tight white blouse over a
standard black skirt and nylons and black heels
completed the look.
She could have been an ordinary secretary but when she
said, "Hello Paul," I realised it was Laura. I
apologised for not having been paying attention but she
dismissed that and sat down opposite me with her drink -
that she had bought for herself.
We chatted briefly about the traffic and she apologised
for being late. After about ten minutes she collected
her things and put on her jacket. She slipped a card
across the table to me. Then she leant forward and said,
"I insist on meeting everyone prior to seeing them
for... more." She smiled. She had the cutest smile, with
dimples forming in her cheeks.
I glanced at the card and it had the word, "Plasticine"
on it with a phone number. My eyebrows raised ready to
ask a question but she anticipated me, "This is a
password, a word known only to me and to you, and no one
else."
I nodded.
"May I ask you for a word in return, whenever we speak,
I will ask you for your word and you will give my word
back to me as well. Okay?"
I smiled at the simplicity of it all. This was a woman
who knew what she was doing. "Well?" she was waiting for
my reply.
I thought briefly and said, "Amsterdam."
She giggled and turned the card over and wrote upon it.
She left without saying anything else. On the front of
the card was a phone number and the words, "Call only
between 6 and 7:30 in the evening, never at any other
time."
I turned the card over to see what she had written - "My
place is fine, 3a Arch Road."
There followed a list of what was on offer and prices.
It seemed a little expensive at first but she seemed to
be worth it (in terms of looks and personality) and she
seemed discreet and careful. I thought for a minute and
decided I'd go for it, at least once. It would scratch
an itch I'd had for six months. I looked down the rest
of the card at the 'menu' of possibilities. "Standard",
"Dominant", "Slave", "Schoolgirl", "Slut", "Anal",
"Group Sex" & "Bondage."
My eyes widened at the comprehensive list. I could feel
my cock twitching already. I finished my drink and left.
On the way home I pictured all of the dirty things I
could do to Laura.
***
A few days passed before I called Laura at the
prescribed time between 6 and 7:30PM. We agreed that I
would visit her the following night at 8 o'clock.
I walked up to the house having parked a street away.
The house was an old dormitory style building with a
double-front and three floors. I walked to the door and
surveyed the bells. I smiled as I read the list of names
- "Chantalle", "Francois", "Phillipa" etc.. Six in
total, including Laura. I rang the bell and after a
slight pause I heard Laura's soft voice. I announced
myself and said the words 'Plasticine' and 'Amsterdam' -
the door buzzed open and I stepped inside. Laura had
said Flat A, first floor.
I nervously knocked on the door. I had never been with a
prostitute before but I was certainly in need of one now
and I certainly wanted to get up Laura. The door opened
and a hand beckoned me in, the body hidden by the door.
I walked into a slightly darkened room and turned to see
Laura closing the door. She looked fabulous!
She wore a short and tight knitted black dress, the hem
around mid-thigh. She had on nylons and some spiky black
stilettos. She wore the faintest hint of make-up and her
hair was pulled back behind her ears. I was admiring her
lovely curves, large and firm breasts and long legs when
she 'woke' me by asking if I wanted a drink. I asked for
a whiskey and she disappeared into the kitchen and
motioned me down the corridor to the end room. I sat on
a large sofa and waited. The room was sparsely furnished
and looked functional, but there was no bed. Laura
entered and sat next to me.
Laura spoke "Let's get the business out of the way
first. What are you looking for tonight Paul?"
I paused and said, "Um, just straight sex tonight, I
guess."
She smiled and set a price which I paid immediately. As
she was putting the money in a box on the fireplace I
said that I liked underwear and would she keep hers on
please? She turned to face me with her hand on her hips
and her legs slightly apart. God, but I could have
fucked her straight away!
"What sort of underwear do you like best Paul?" she
began. "Full black silky things or just hold-up
stockings."
I was looking at her mouth as she spoke and was
wondering if she swallowed come or spat it out. I looked
at her again from head to toe and was once more struck
by how lovely and young she looked. Part of me was
feeling quite protective to this sweet girl, having a
teen-age daughter of my own and knowing the feelings
they have.
"Paul?" she said and I realised my mind was elsewhere.
"Oh, I'd like you to keep your hold-ups and shoes on
please," I answered feeling like a small boy. She smiled
and left the room.
After a minute she called me and I followed her voice to
the next room - the bedroom. Laura was lying on the bed,
wearing sheer hold-up stockings and high-heeled black
shoes. The only other thing she wore was a thin string
of pearls around her neck. She was raised a little on
one elbow with the fingers of her other hand lightly
stroking her large breasts. I got erect immediately and
rushed to take off my clothes. She lay silent and
continued her stroking.
When I was naked she stopped me from climbing onto the
bed and asked me to stand where I was. I was 'pointing'
at her and she smiled and she crawled across the bed.
She knelt on the edge of the bed so that she was just
shorter than me and took my hands to cup her gorgeous
tits. I rubbed my thumbs lightly over her stiff nipples
and she sighed a little. While I was doing this she
cupped a hand around my balls and squeezed gently. Her
other hand gripped my cock and gently rubbed it up and
down.
This continued for a minute but I moved a little and she
let go and lay back on the bed. Her fingers moved to her
pussy lips and I realised then that she was partly
shaved. Her lips were clean but there was a small
triangle covering her pubic mound. I watched as her
fingers rubbed her lips at the top of her pussy and one
slipped easily inside and soon disappeared to be
followed by two more. She now had three fingers circling
around her pussy, buried up to the second knuckle.
She looked at me and said "Well, what are you waiting
for ?." I needed no further prompting and kneeled on the
bed. I moved towards her and she opened her legs wide. I
shuffled forwards and she gripped the end of my cock. I
thought a little as to how long I would last but I had
planned the night before and wanked three times so that
it wouldn't be over too quick.
She guided my cock to her lips and I pushed a little and
felt the glorious slipperiness that only a wet pussy can
give. I pushed again and my head slipped inside. Laura
moaned a little and said "Mmmm, that feels nice." I knew
this talk was for my benefit, but it was nice to hear
and she had a lovely, sexy voice. I pushed again and my
whole length was now inside of her. Her hands moved
around to grip my bum cheeks and she gripped tightly as
an encouragement for me to fuck her.
I wanted this to last but also I was desperate for a
fast, hard, nasty fuck. The sort of fuck where you're
taking some sort of revenge. She could sense I was
'tightening' and she almost whispered, "Fuck me as hard
as you want, I can take it."
That did. I moved my hips in fast thrusting movements,
moving her arse up the bed as I did so. She put her arms
above her neck and pushed back from the bed. Her pussy's
mons ground onto my cock as I almost grunted in an
animal manner. I soon realised I wouldn't last much
longer and moaned, "Where... do... you... want... me...
to... cum..." She was breathing hard herself now and she
replied in a similar way and said "Anywhere... you...
want..."
I looked at her lovely tits and couldn't resist them. I
pulled out with an audible slurp and shuffled up so that
my cock was hovering over her tits. She grabbed it
quickly and angled it down whilst rubbing at the same
time. "OH SHIT!" was as far as I got and a long stream
of come shot out, landing on her chin and neck. The next
spurt was controlled by her and landed right over her
left breast. I spurted a couple of more times, each one
landing on her lovely breasts.
As I weakened she pushed me back so that I was sitting
on my haunches. I looked at her tits covered in come and
was surprised when her hands went back to her pussy. She
looked at me and said, "Well, I haven't come yet."
This took me by surprise as I never thought to consider
her and I had some recollection that prostitutes almost
prided themselves on the fact that they never came ('I
save that for my boyfriend!'). I watched as her fingers
played around her clitty and was surprised at how
quickly she came. She bucked from the bed as four
fingers played around inside. She moaned deeply and fell
back onto the bed. It was quite a sight.
We stayed unmoving and unspeaking for a minute or two
until she opened her eyes and looked down at me and her
come-spattered tits. With her middle finger she scooped
up a blob of cum and stuck out her tongue. She flicked
it from her finger and drew her tongue back into her
mouth. She smiled. Again, her finger scooped up a blob
but this time she sat up and moved her finger to my
mouth.
I paused a little but thought 'what the heck' and opened
my mouth. She placed her finger on my tongue and let me
lick the come from it. She smiled widely and said, "Most
men won't do that. I like that you did." She paused and
then said, "Paul, I'm going to let you see me again."
I was a little surprised by this 'turn' of events. She
noticed I was considering what she had said so she
continued, "I don't do this very much, so I can afford
to be selective."
She continued to tell me that to get an 'invitation' to
return had only been granted to a few. These few needed
to be clean, well-behaved and 'up to her standard'.
Laura told me that she needed to be careful and this
'work' was only a temporary thing. She would only do it
whilst she felt safe and whilst she enjoyed it.
As I dressed I asked when I could return. She paused and
said the weekend would be fine. She asked what I would
like and I retrieved the card she had given me. I looked
at this gorgeous creature in front of me and the word
'Slut' almost leapt from the card. Laura smirked and
gave a long 'Mmmmm, okay then. I think I know what you'd
like... will you leave it my hands?"
I laughed at the double-meaning and she smiled in
return. Shit, but I liked this girl. She showed me to
the door and kissed me softly on the cheek. We agreed to
meet on Saturday at 2 o'clock in the afternoon.
***
The week went slowly. I couldn't get Laura out of my
mind. She was the sexiest woman I had met and I was able
to put to the back of my mind the fact that I was paying
to fuck her.
I phoned on Saturday at 1pm as agreed and felt slightly
hurt when Laura asked if I could make it at 4pm, rather
than 2pm. But my curiosity (and cock !) was aroused when
she said that she wanted to make sure she was ready for
what she had planned for me !
I arrived at 4pm and went through the usual routine. I
knocked on her door and stood and waited for a while. I
knocked again and eventually the door was opened. I
waited for the 'beckoning hand' but nothing appeared so
I entered and closed the door after me. Laura wasn't to
be seen. I walked slowly down the corridor until I came
to the door of the bedroom.
From inside I could hear noises. I listened closely and
thought it sounded like moaning, and I don't mean in
pain ! I pushed the door a little and looked inside.
Laura was on the bed, and my mouth dropped open when I
saw what she was doing..
Laura had a large black dildo pushed up her pussy and
was working it hard inside of her. The plastic cock was
glistening with her juices. She was dressed in a black
corset with her tits exposed over the top, black
suspenders and stockings. She wore a black leather
choker with studs around it. He arse was bucking off the
bed as she worked the dildo in and out of her. She
looked over at me and said, "Either fuck off or come and
suck on my tits."
Well it was an invitation! I dropped off my jeans and
shirt and almost ran to the bed. I bit down on her
swelling breasts and sucked on her nipples. Laura almost
screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I continued
nibbling but I was aware that she'd stopped with the
dildo. She put her hands around my head and pushed me
down to her pussy. I was looking forward to eating her
out and slid my tongue greedily over her shaved lips and
lapped up the juices.
It tasted odd, slightly salty.
I quickly realised that her cunt was full of cum and she
was now forcing me to 'clean' her out. I pulled my head
away a little but she forced it back. I didn't want this
so I pulled away forcefully and rolled off the bed.
"Well, you wanted me to be a slut!" she jeered.
"Yes, but I draw the line at eating other men's spunk" I
spat back.
She grinned and rolled away from me slightly giving me a
lovely view of her perfect arse. "So, take it out on me,
get your own back then!" she goaded and moved her
fingers back down to her pussy. They rubbed inside a
little but she withdrew them, glistening with a mixture
of spunk, pussy juices and saliva. She moved her index
finger to her anus and pushed it inside easily. She
rolled over onto her stomach and threw her legs wide.
She pushed another finger up her arse and started to rub
around in circular motions.
I looked at her pussy, glistening wet. I knelt behind
her and lowered myself down and thrust my cock hard into
her snatch. "Mmmmm, that's nice," she cooed.
I thrust hard into her, as though to punish her. She
grunted a little but kept rubbing her ass-hole. I wanted
her to really feel my cock so I moved my arms higher and
levered myself to a steeper angle and thrust back down.
"Aaaarrggghhh!" was all she managed and I could feel my
spunk building.
As I neared the end of my resistance, I used one hand to
pull the fingers from her ass and then pulled my cock
from her pussy and pushed my head against her tight,
puckered anus. I grunted and shot my load over her ass.
Spurt after spurt hit her bud and slid down between her
legs. "Oh, shit that's hot!" she cried and then squealed
a little as she came.
I fell onto the bed next to her to recover.
***
I guess I must have fallen asleep as the next thing I
remember was a strange sensation. I opened my eyes and
looked down to see Laura rubbing a vibrator over my
already stiff cock. "Oh, you're awake then!" she said
and immediately dropped the vibro and shuffled up the
bed so she was squatting over my cock. She held it
pointing at her pussy and then dropped her hips to
impale herself on it. I looked at her tits bouncing free
above her corset and moved my hands to grip them but
realised I couldn't move them.
They had been tied above my head to the bed. Not hard,
just with soft rope and I had some movement, but it was
clear that I wasn't going anywhere. I moved my legs and
realised again that my ankles were tied. Laura was now
bouncing away on my cock and whispering to herself
'fuck, fuck, fuck' and she rubbed my cock inside of her.
She lowered her head down to my ear and whispered,
"Slutish enough for you?"
I moaned as I felt my second orgasm building inside of
me. She sensed I was close and stopped moving. She
turned around and moved her ass backwards towards me. I
could see spunk was still smeared around her anus as she
lowered her pussy to my mouth. I licked furiously at
first and then found her pink moist clit.
I sucked hard and felt her stiffen. She was now wanking
me and I knew I wouldn't last long. I sucked for all I
was worth and she squealed as she came. Her juices
tasted slightly sweeter for a second but I lost control
myself and spurted hard, my ass leaving the bed as my
hips bucked. She put her mouth around my head and took
the full force of my come in her mouth.
We relaxed and she rolled off me. She quickly untied my
ankles and wrists and lay beside me on the bed. "Shit,
Laura, that was powerful!" was all I could manage. She
giggled and gave my cock a small squeeze. "I said I was
good," she replied. "I like you Paul. You have a nice
cock, not the biggest I've had but stiff and nicely
shaped and you're receptive. I like fucking you."
I felt my ego swell. I didn't think this was normal
'business' talk - she said I wasn't the biggest. She
could have said how she'd never had anyone better. I
really felt she was being genuine.
I sat on the edge of the bed and found my jeans. I
looked inside my wallet - untouched from when I entered.
Even though I was asleep enough to be tied up, she
didn't take advantage of me in the other way. I pulled
out the agreed number of notes and paused before drawing
out an extra 10 note. I put it on the dresser.
I got dressed and turned to look at her. Laura looked
peaceful. Her legs were slightly bent which only made
her stockings look even more gorgeous on her lovely
legs. She looked up at me and said "Like to make another
appointment ?" Now, that was a silly question !. We
agreed on next weekend but I said my mind was too addled
to come up with a 'theme' just yet. I said I'd call her
and let her know what I wanted.
***
The rest of the weekend was a blur. I was physically
exhausted for the rest of Saturday and all through
Sunday and the next few days I couldn't get Laura out of
my mind. I felt like a kid at Christmas - I knew I had a
'treat' coming. This time though, I could decide on what
the 'treat' would be.
I had some very erotic dreams over the next couple of
nights and it was the last of these that gave me the
impetus to call Laura. We went through our code words,
and I put my request to Laura. She thought for a few
seconds before answering and said that what I had in
mind sounded fun and she giggled like a schoolgirl. I
felt pleased that I seemed to be making her happy.
When I split with my wife, I found I had some of her
clothes. But these weren't clothes she actually wore -
they were ones I had bought for her and she worn only
once. I had bought her a 'naughty schoolgirl' outfit -
short black pleated skirt, stockings, tight white blouse
and necktie. I had fantasised about it and goaded my
wife into trying it. It had happened once and she had
played the naughty girl part quite well but she hadn't
enjoyed it. The clothes had been stored in one of my
cupboards and when I moved out, I found the clothes had
been packed for me. I wanted Laura to wear them now, to
act out the fantasies my wife found so difficult to do.
In fairness to Susan, there had been quite a bit of
embarrassment surrounding the 'outfit'. On the one
occasion she had worn it, we had been surprised by Jane
returning early from a night-out with her friends - it
had never happened before ! Jane was fourteen at the
time and well aware of the sorts of things that went on
and what adults got up to. She was well developed for
her age and had lovely rounded legs (from her mother)
and nice boobs (not from her mother!). Jane came home as
Susan was bent over my knees being spanked.
Susan's arse was well exposed and framed by the
stockings and suspenders. Jane stood in the doorway with
a curious expression until the realisation hit her and
she went bright red and ran upstairs. Susan stood up and
fumed at me. She called me a pervert and ran upstairs
herself.
I let things quiet down before knocking on Jane's door
to explain. I sat on her bed and tried to explain these
'feelings' that men have etc.. but Jane understood and
sat smirking at me all of the time. It was that look and
that understanding that I got from Laura. Don't get me
wrong, I never thought of my daughter in a sexual way
but I knew that she would become an attractive woman and
probably a sexy one at that.
That was the beginning of the end between Susan and
myself.
***
I was looking forward to seeing Laura and playing out
the schoolgirl fantasy. Since the spilt with Susan I'd
wanted to 'exorcise' the ghost. Saturday afternoon
arrived and I couldn't wait to get round there. But I'd
forgotten one thing, namely Jane. We had agreed that
she'd spend the day with me weeks ago and in all of my
recent excitement I'd completely forgotten.
In fact, I was nearly out of the door when she arrived.
As soon as I saw her, I realised my mistake and welcomed
her inside. We said the usual 'hello's and got
comfortable. We would go out shopping later and then for
a meal before I dropped her back at her mothers. Quite
some time had gone by before it occurred to me that I'd
not phone Laura to let her know I wouldn't be able to
make it.
I excused myself to Jane and went into the hall. It was
a brief call and Laura was wonderfully understanding.
The way she moaned in a girly voice 'Oh, but I was soooo
looking forward to it' got me stiff. I went back to the
lounge but Jane had popped upstairs, I presumed to get
ready to go out.
When she came back downstairs after a few minutes, my
eyes nearly popped out of my sockets. She had found the
bag containing the uniform intended for Laura and was
now standing before me dressed in the very short pleated
skirt, stockings and suspenders, high black heels and
tight blouse. I moved my mouth a little but couldn't say
anything.
She spoke first. "Is Laura upset or was she okay with
you missing your appointment?"
I mouthed silently again trying to think of answers and
realising that my daughter looked damn sexy. "I know
her, by the way. We're not friends but acquaintances. I
saw her last weekend at a party and got chatting."
I recovered my composure and started to explain about
men's needs etc.. I knew she was a big girl and would
understand, I only hoped she wouldn't tell her mother.
What she said next made me certain it would go no
further.
"Oh yes, it was a good night. Laura was with her pimp
and I was with mine. What's up Dad, didn't you know I
was in on the game? I'm 'Chantalle' - I have the room
above Laura. We don't meet, she only does a few days a
week but I'm there most nights. School's not a problem
and I get to study in-between fucks. I quite enjoy it
and the money should put me through college - Laura has
the same plan."
I couldn't speak. I flopped down into the chair and
tried to take in what she was saying. I started to get
angry with her - but she soon put a stop to that. "Don't
get angry Dad and don't try to stop me. Laura's careful,
she takes photos of her 'clients', she showed me yours
but it wasn't very clear. But when she said you wanted
her to dress as a schoolgirl, I knew for certain." She
giggled and ran her fingertips down the length of the
suspenders and into the top of the stockings.
"So, I have evidence that you've been fucking a fourteen
year-old girl. Yes, fourteen. Now, she may be a
prostitute but it's still called pedophilia." She let
the words sink in.
I was crushed.
"Now," she continued, "I'll get changed and we can go
shopping. How about you buy me something nice..."
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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