"I knew you'd wonder about that."I knew you'd wonder about that. You see, it was worth a hundred to see you take the key. Fucking you is worth at least another hundred, and if your tits are as nice out of that bra as they are in it, they are worth a hundred just by themselves. Besides, I believe you get what you pay for in this world. I expect to get alot." "If your cock works like your mind does, you're bound to be one hell of a fuck, Mister", she said with a wide grin. Releasing myself from her arms I moved toward the chair in front of the window. "Show me what I paid for, my pretty blonde whore", I said, teasingly. As Jennifer began unbuttoning her blouse I reached behind me and pulled the cord to open the curtains. At first she hesitated, but then thinking no doubt about the amount she was being paid she continued to strip for me, opening her blouse and peeling it from her shoulders. "Why do you wear the black bra under your white blouse, Jennifer?", I asked as she began unhooking her skirt. "Because men like it. I like for men to look at me and want me, and they do. Not many know how to get me, like you did, but I love for them to look and want. I get fucked when I want it." "And you like to fuck, don't you my little slut?", I teased. "Yes, I do like it. I more than like it, to be honest, I love it. Just thinking about spreading my legs open for someone makes me really hot. And when I get hot I get very, very wet. And the wetter I get the hotter I get." "Take the bra off and show me your tits, whore", I commanded. "Ummmmmm, I like the sound of you calling me a whore", she said hotly. "No one has ever called me that before, but it turns me on." "You are a whore, Jennifer...a high dollar whore. You fuck for money and because you need to fuck. There isn't anything you won't do if you're paid enough to do it. I know you." Jennifer's tongue slipped from her mouth and her eyes stared into mine as I continued to talk nasty to her. |