Erotic Stories: The Whore Wife

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It wasn’t a seedy bar, just darkly lit. There were few patrons, just old men in groups of two or just sitting quietly, alone, enjoying their beer. What stood out was the 5’2’’ dark-haired lady that had been staring at him ever since he had walked in. He knew what she was by the provocative outfit she wore, designed for one purpose only, to titillate and arouse the male of the species and bring out their lust for what lay between her legs, to the point of being prepared to pay to sample it. Even knowing what she was,  there was something disconcerting about her, something so very attractive.

Walking up to the bar, he ordered a drink and stood sipping it, watching the news on the TV up on the wall in an attempt to distract his thoughts from the stunning woman, whose body just screamed sex, sat not 20 feet away.

“Buy a girl a drink” came the voice next to him, totally unexpected and taking him by surprise. It was her. Not knowing why he was unable to refuse this working girl, he agreed and in short order, their glasses were filled.

”Like to join me at my table?” she asked. He nodded and followed her, knowing it was wrong but with his pulse racing with excitement and anticipation. Reaching her table, he sat opposite her.

“What’s your name” she asked.

“Mike” he told her.

“Hi Mike, I’m Sandra” she said, holding out a delicate hand towards him. He took it and it felt so soft in his, sending a thrill through him as he shook it gently.

“So Mike” she asked, “what brings you here all alone?”

“Business, just getting out of my hotel room for a bit” he told her, watching as she reached into her handbag and took out a packet of tobacco and some papers. Captivated, he looked on as her delicate fingers rolled a perfect cigarette, all against the backdrop of her perfect cleavage in her low cut dress. He watched her light her cigarette and blow a perfect stream of smoke up into the air. As she went to put the lighter away in her bag, it slipped out of her hand onto the floor under the table.

“Oops” she said and Mike being the perfect gentleman, bent to retrieve it for her.

Bending under the table, he was met by the sight of parted thighs with panties between them so sheer he could make out the nice bulge of her shaved outer lips and the darker slit running down between them. He didn’t know how long he was down there, staring between those perfect thighs, it was probably just seconds, but it seemed a lifetime. Quickly sitting up again, he passed her back her lighter, a drip of precum oozing from the tip of his now aroused and throbbing cock.

“Mike” she started. “How would you fancy some company tonight, although I have to warn you, I love ‘room service’ but have expensive tastes”.

“I suppose the whole menu would cost me a bit too eh” he replied, staring into her captivating eyes, their negotiation for sex thinly veiled in talk of food.

“As long as the meal comes with lots of sauces” she replied. “I love a nice sauce with my meal”.

“Me too” he told her. “I love my food nice and juicy too”, he said, his cock inside his pants even harder.

His inference to licking her pussy wasn’t lost on her and, a prostitute she may be, but strangely, the very thought of this man doing it to her was making her very wet and her pussy throb.

Reaching into her handbag once again she took out a notebook and pen. Tearing a page from it, she scribbled a number and slid it across the table. He looked at it. She wasn’t lying, she was expensive, but something told him she would be worth every cent.

Hooking her arm into his, they both walked out of the bar and down the street towards his hotel, her high heels clattering on the pavement under those shapely legs sticking out from beneath her tight black mini skirt.

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Back in his room, they were quickly naked, her on the end of the bed moaning, her legs in the air, his face buried between them, licking her insanely. Insensed by the smell and taste of her, he drives two fingers into her as he laps furiously at her swollen hard throbbing clit.

“Oh fuck!” she yells, cumming hard against the curled fingers rubbing the inside front of her pussy, her hips pushing up, straining as she gushes all over them. Her own fingers squeezing her nipples as her hips jerk against those fingers inside her.

“Stop!” she cries out, thinking she can’t take any more. He keeps rubbing fast and her protests cease as another, harder orgasm overtakes her whole body, jerking in convulsions as her pussy sprays the bed between her legs. Quickly, he moves forward, the head of his cock pressing against his fingers still buried in that drenched clenching pussy. In one fluid movement, his fingers slip out and his throbbing swollen cock takes their place. She jerks as she feels it slide over the spot he was just rubbing, his aroused manhood driving deep up inside her, filling every bit of her, the head of it pressed into her as far as it can go. Her contracting insides grip him tightly as he starts to thrust into her, his need to fill her with cum from his aching balls so strong.

She thrusts hard up against him, desperate to feel it to. Desperate to feel him cumming inside her and her pussy flooded with his thick warm seed.  Grunting hard with every thrust, he drives himself between those parted thighs, slapping hard against her swollen saturated pussy, fucking her as hard as he can.

“Fuck me!” she screams at him, gripping his arms and lunging upwards, wanting every inch of that beautiful hard cock deep inside her aching wet cunt. Gripping her, he suddenly rolls to the side, onto his back. She’s straddling him, thrusting herself down onto his cock uncontrollably, desperately wanting to cum. Reaching up and grasping her breasts, with a gasp, he thrusts hard upwards and she feels his warmth flood her pussy as his cock erupts inside her, his hard squirts of cum filling her warm, wet pussy.

“OH fuck!” she cries out, the feel of his warm cum inside her tipping her over the edge again. Panting, her pace riding him slows, her tight pussy squeezing him as it gently slides up and down his twitching cock, milking every drop of cum from it.

Laying on him, she feels his slippery cock slide out her and the wonderful familiar sensation of thick cum leaking from her pussy.

“Fuck that was good” she tells him, slowly grinding her naked body against him.

“Fuck yes!” he replies, his hand reaching around her thigh, his fingers dipping into the sticky warm mess between her legs, his other hand pulling her head down to kiss him.

“How much do I owe you” he asked later, looking up at her.

“Nothing, on the house love” she replied smiling.

“Just as well” he told her, “I don’t have any money”

“Well you better next time” she chided him “I may well want to go shopping” said his wife, bending forward to lay on his chest again, her hand reaching behind to massage his sticky spent cock back to life..

She loved their little role playing, especially in a nice hotel room like this one, away from home for the night.

“Mmmmm,you make a great prostitute” he said, remembering the bar and how she looked, his cock hardening again.

“Don’t get used to it” she replied, other fantasies forming in her mind as her hand behind her slowly pulled his cock.

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