I knew the minute I laid eyes on her that she was a hooker.I knew the minute I laid eyes on her that she was a hooker. No woman purposely looked that provocative unless she was hustling. She was a stunning redhead in a black spandex minidress with a halter top. Her large, ripe melons threatened to spill out of their skimpy confinement, and her deliciously narrow waist and full, rounded hips were defined by a wide red patent belt. Her long, shapely legs were enclosed in sheer black stockings, and her feet were gracefully shod in matching red patent pumps with five inch stiletto heels. Her fathomless jade eyes were deeply made up in green and gold, framed by furry black lashes. Her plush lips and long, graceful fingernails were polished in fiery red. She told me her name was Cybil, and I had to have her. Picking her up was not a problem. We each knew what the other was there for, and came to an amicable arrangement. As we left, I thought I was going to shoot my load in my pants just watching her hips undulate back and forth as she strutted towards the door. On the way home she did everything to keep me aroused. She fondled my raging hard-on through my pants, blew in my ear, nibbled on my earlobe, stuck her tongue in my ear, scraped her fingernails against my exposed chest. We arrived at my place - not a moment too soon for my aching cock. She took one look at my house and gasped. "Honey, if I had known you were loaded, I would have charged you double. C'mon, Lover; I'm going to get that extra out of you yet!" The sex was great -- not just because she was skillful (she was), not just because she was beautiful (she certainly was). it was great because of the thrill of knowing that this beautiful, talented temptress was a "professional". It was wildly erotic to think that this exquisite woman, whom I had never met before, was having sex with me on demand for a cold cash payoff. I had always fantasized about being that woman; perched enticingly on a barstool, waiting, then being propositioned, reaching an agreement, taking the john someplace private, accepting his money, then fucking him senseless. |