Escort Meets Family
I sat bored outside on the steps of the house with my mum and dad inside arguing about money again. Since the local car factory shut, both were out of work and money was tight. I had been to countless interviews myself but why would anyone hire a 19 year-old fresh out of school when there were so many more experienced and qualified applicants.
A bright pink leaflet blowing in the wind got caught on the rails near the bottom of the steps. I leaned forward and picked it up. It was for an escort agency. I went to throw it away in disgust but stopped as the price list caught my eye. "That's a lot of money," I thought. "I could definitely do with that sort of cash but I couldn't do something like that, could I?"
"Jess!" my dad shouted.
I stood up quickly, pocketing the leaflet automatically, as I went in to see what was wrong.
I didn't think of it again until the following week. My mum and dad were having another row downstairs after a final demand letter had come in for the mortgage. I was staying out of the way tidying my room when I came across the leaflet from the previous week. I stared at the leaflet for a long time. I had been brought up to believe prostitution was wrong but we really needed the money.
Before I knew what I was doing I was dialling the number.
"What would you like honey," a woman's voice answered.
"I am... am looking for a job," I nervously replied.
"Hold on," the voice replied.
"What do you want," a gruff voice asked.
"I need a job, I wouldn't call but I am desperate and need the money," I replied trying to justify it more to myself than to the man on the phone.
"Do you know what the jobs involved," he asked.
"Yes," I naively replied.
"Send me a picture to this number," he told me and hung up.
I searched through the photos on my phone and found a half decent selfie and forwarded it to the number he gave me. My phone beeped shortly afterwards.
"Naked!" the message stated.
"Fuck it," I thought as I pulled off my t-shirt and unhooked my bra before taking another selfie and forwarding it.
A minute later the phone rang.
"I wouldn't hire anyone without a proper interview but we are short tonight and I have a regular customer demanding a young girl tonight," he told me. "It pays £200 for the works. You keep him happy I will find you more work. You fuck this up and you can forget it."
"It says £300 on your leaflet," I replied.
"House cut," he snapped back. "You want this or not".
"Yes," I replied. It was still a lot of money and we were desperate.
"Room 43 Royal Oak Hotel at 8pm," he said "It's a Mr Smith, we have a lot of Mr Smiths on our books".
"Ok," I replied.
"And tart yourself up a bit love he is paying good money for you," he replied before slamming the phone down.
That only gave me a couple of hours to get ready and get into town. I bathed quickly shaving my legs and pussy before applying heavy makeup to my eyes and fixing my hair. I went to the back of my cupboard and found the box I was looking for at the back. An old boyfriend had bought me a black underwear set. The Basque was a couple of sizes too small but I had never got around to changing it and we had broken up soon after. It would have to do. I threw on a pair of holdups and my highest heels and checked my appearance in the mirror. Satisfied, I pulled on my black mac over my underwear and fastened the belt with a tight knot so it wouldn't come undone.
I knocked on the door to room 43 and waited nervously. I couldn't believe I was doing this but I kept telling myself that I didn't have a choice and we needed the number. I wasn't a virgin but I had only been with a couple of men and here I was being paid a lot of money with the warning I had to keep the client very happy.
I kept looking about in case anyone was coming. It wouldn't take a genius to guess what a young girl in 4 inch heels was doing outside a hotel room.
The door eventually swung open.
"Shit," I thought recognising my Dad's best friend, Jim Arthur. My hand went up to cover my face and I quickly turned around muttering, "wrong room".
A firm hand gripped my arm and pulled me back into the room.
"Jessica," he queried closing the door.
"Little Jessica has grown up to be a whore," he smirked as I dropped my hand and looked up at him. He must have been in his early fifties. He was bald and overweight which was probably from years of drinking with my dad.
"We are desperate for the money," I explained. "Look this was a mistake".
"What would your dad say?" he asked.
"Oh God! You can't tell him. He would kill me," I pleaded.
"Well that all depends," he replied.
"I promise I won't do this again Jim," I pleased.
"No, you stupid bitch," he laughed. "It depends on whether you give me exactly what I want and it is Mr Arthur to you."
With that he grabbed the belt on my mac and pulled the knot open. He grabbed the top of my coat and pulled it over the back of my shoulders.
"My my... you are a big girl," he laughed as he started at my 32E chest which was overflowing in the tight basque.
"I can't sleep with you Mr Arthur," I argued. "You're like family."
"Look you fucking bitch!" he snapped grabbing me by the waist and pulling me towards him. "You can leave any time you want but If you don't do what I tell you your dad finds out, if you don't please me your dad finds out."
I could feel the bulge in his trousers press against my belly as his hand moved under my knickers and groped my bottom. I couldn't let my dad find out so I let my coat fall to the floor and let his hand roam my body.
"Entertainment time," he laughed as he grabbed my shoulder and pushed down me onto my knees.
I looked up sadly at him with my big green eyes. He looked back sternly as I slowly unzipped his trousers.
I reached inside his trousers and pulled out his warm semi-erect cock.
I parted my red lips as he let out a low groan as I took him into my warm mouth. As I sucked on his cock I felt it grow in my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock sucking him hard, thinking the quicker he came the quicker this would be over.
"That's my good little cock sucking whore," he laughed.
I gasped as I removed my mouth from his cock. I licked all 7 inches of his cock from the base to the tip.
His hand grabbed a handful of my long red hair and he pushed my mouth back onto his cock. He continued to push his way until he was at the back of my throat as he let out a loud groan. He pulled back before pushing his cock back down my throat. Struggling for breath, I looking up at him pleadingly, but he continued to fuck my throat.
He suddenly pulled out. I leant forward gasping for breath but he pulled my hair backwards so my face was pointing up to him.
His erect cock shook and then a large shot of cum fired out. I felt a stinging pain in my right eye. The second stream caught me on my nose and the third just under my mouth.
"Suck me clean," he demanded pushing his cock towards my mouth.
I was shocked that I could feel dampness between my thighs as I leant forward to take him back into my mouth. I was being used like a cheap piece of meat but my body was responding. I sucked the last of his cum out of his cock before removing my mouth. I looked up to see if we were finished.
"I didn't tell you to stop bitch!" he demanded.
I continued to suck his flaccid cock and was surprised to feel it grow in my mouth so soon after he had cum.
My surprise must have shown on my face.
"Very effective these blue pills," he laughed. A look of fear spread over my face as I realised I was in for more abuse but I could also feel the dampness between my legs increase.
"On your knees on the coffee table," he demanded.
I started to clamber onto the table.
"No the other side," he snapped. I didn't understand until I started climbing up and saw the mirror facing me on the other wall. He pushed me in the centre of my back and I moved down onto my hands and knees. I looked up and could see us in the mirror on the opposite wall. I looked such a slut on all fours in stockings and suspenders with my face plastered in his cum. I waited there as he moved behind me. I suddenly felt him grab the gusset of my knickers and roughly pull them to the side.
He rubbed his calloused hands over my slit.
"You're soaking wet, you little slut," he laughed. "Little Jess likes it rough, do you".
I was embarrassed by his words but I couldn't deny it was turning me on with the evidence so clear to him.
"Open your legs," he commanded.
Obediently I spread my knees as far apart as I could on the table. I felt him brush against my stocking covered legs as he moved behind me.
He grabbed my hips and pushed himself into me in one long thrust while letting out a low groan. I bit my lip to stop crying out as he pushed himself into my tight pussy.
He pulled back before ramming himself back into me and I needed to gip tightly onto the sides of the table to avoid failing off. I bent my head and looked at the floor as he rammed into me again. I felt him grab my long hair and I yelped as he pulled my head roughly back.
He held my hair tightly as he pushed deep into me again and again.
A stinging pain came from my left buttock as I saw him in the mirror raise his hand before bringing it back down. I let out another yelp as he made contact with my stinging buttock.
I started to moan, a combination of paid and pleasure, as he continued to ram himself into me as hard as he could.
He suddenly stopped and pulled out of me.
"Don't stop," I pleaded.
I felt his cock rub against my slit and my bottom.
"No, further down," I told him but instead of obeying he began to push his cock against my tight anus.
"No, that's my bottom," I pleaded. "I don't do that."
"You are a whore and this is why men visits whores," he replied. "Now you can leave but you know what happens or you can relax so I can stuff my cock up your arse".
I bent my head and tried to relax but it was difficult with a thick cock pushing into your virgin ass. He was right I was his whore and I was paid for. It felt like he was splitting me in half as he pushed past my tight muscles. He stopped moving and the pain eventually began to stop.
"Ok," I said.
He tightly gripped my hips as he slowly he started moving back and forth. The pain was still intense as he began to speed up.
He began to speed up ramming his cock into my arse again and again. I could feel his balls slapping against my pussy as he gave a deep thrust into me letting out a deep groan.
He lent against me still and I could feel his warm cum spill out of me.
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