Fucking Turbo Tim

"Laura why have you booked Tim today? I'm trying to not have three orgasms in a row!" I scream down the leopard carpeted stairs.

"Darling, you said you wanted me to test your patience, so I did!" she screamed back at me.

She was the best pimp I could have asked for. I'd work three evenings a week whilst also juggling my finance career as a broker. I lived well, ate well, dressed well. I was... well. Until the news broke that I have thirty one and still single. My mother didn't really mind, I was putting food on her table and Dior on her back. However, my father lived abroad and he had decided that he wanted to be involved in my life again. Still bound by these secular rules of religion and culture he thought getting me an arranged marriage would help bridge his relationship with me. In fact it bridged a big financial relationship between himself and his new business partner. You are now looking at the new daughter-in-law of the Trehan's Steel. Yes, that multi-BILLION dollar company.

At first I kicked, screamed and bellowed. My emerald eyes filled with rage. Then, I took myself to the clinic where I pumped plenty of botox into me to feel better. I looked like a whore and I loved it. See, I wasn't your typical Indian girl, yes I was a high achiever. However, because sex was such a taboo topic in the house when I was younger, i tended to find my pleasure in secret. Leaving me to escort during my University years. It was a great hustle, I decided how I liked to be fucked. I got paid to be fucked. I have stayed with Laura since. She's your typical, blonde hair, double F's and lips that would put any sex dolls to shame. Her hazel eyes would make you do anything for her. Her lilting tone of voice was like ecstasy to anyone's ears. I would do anything for her.

At Laura's Palace, located at the back of Tottenham Court Road. There were ten of us that worked there. It was an exclusive club and the environment mimicked that. The large golden chandeliers hung above each large ceiling. Dark red carpets flooded the main rooms and arched french windows were adorned with satin curtains to keep all the dirty perverts. I'm only joking, we want all the dirty perverts. The bedrooms were even sexier. Black silk sheets were the norm at Laura's Palace which shimmered under the amber gaudy lamps. Renaissance art hung on the walls, no doubt expensive and would guarantee make an Art dealer orgasm. My three nights here were heavenly. I would have sex with wealthy clients, in turn they would pass me their businesses to broker. It was heavenly.

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"Ok, so who is first?", I leant over the bar, and grabbed a bottle of Moet.

"Urm, your regular babe. It's Tim." Laura looked down at the iPad.

"Oh great, he literally makes me get on top of him whilst he fucks so fast." I rolled my eyes. My husky voice becoming quieter because Tim would make me cum in seconds from that rigorous fucking.

"Oh yeah, and you've got to pretend you hate it so much. When in reality your pussy quivers within seconds." Laura howled.

"Fuck of Law, I hate you sometimes." I threw a towel at her.

"Try and not cum in 2 seconds. It's bad for business." Walking away as she cackled.

At that moment the doorbell chimed that olde worlde jingle and in walked Tim. Fifty-three and petite. He always wore a grey suit and his tie undone to show how hard he had worked.

"Hi Darling, can I get you a drink?" I leaned down to kiss him on the mouth. (He loved the wife experience.)

"Oh yes please. How's my favourite princess doing?" his nasal tone always reminded me of Mr. Bean.

"Much better now that you're here baby. Let's go upstairs." I ushered him.

My emerald lingerie set matched my eyes perfectly. I could feel his eyes molest every part of me as I led the way. Tim's hands instantly grabbed my ass as began to rub circles gently. He was incredibly ready today.

Tim was quick to slam the door shut and pushed me against the wall. I towered over him, but his strength was deceiving because he knocked the wind out of me. His small hands wandered around my small waist and I smirked at how quick he was to action.

"Get on your knees," he said.

"No. Tim, I want cock. Please!" I begged.

This was the same routine that Tim followed. He didn't want a blowjob, he hated them. Tim wanted me to resist so he could fuck me as my punishment.

"Fine on the bed. You on top," he demanded.

His bald head caught the glimmer of the yellowing lamp and I could see how quickly he had undressed. The hairs on his chest matted across his sweaty body turned me on a little because I could see just how desperate he was for my pussy. I also undressed excited by his turbo fucking-speed. Tim then pushed me onto the bed and slid himself in-between my legs. He was tiny, Tim. Nestling his bald head between my breasts, he wanted to be held.

"You want to suck on my nipples baby?" I cooed to him. My voice barely above a whisper.

"Mhmm," he mumbled.

Cradling his his head with my right hand, the other lay flat across the bed as he took my left nipple into his mouth and began suckling. My mouth parted in excitement as he twirled my erect nipple around his tongue and added a suctioning motion. What a hungry man. His nimble hand then went down to my pussy and he parted my lips for him to feel my wetness. Nothing about him was romantic or smooth. He wanted feel my wetness, not to give me pleasure. His fingers fondled inside of my pussy lubricating his fingers. My wetness glistened around his married finger. Sometimes I couldn't tell if Tim enjoyed fucking me because he'd look at me with a steely glare. Maybe it was regret?

Tim wiped his fingers onto my other breast and switched to sucking on the lonely nipple. His head bobbing as he savoured my sweetness, my perfume. Tim's moans were delicate as his hands roamed my body. Separating himself away from me, gazing into my eyes. He positioned himself in-between my legs, very different. Tim was going to fuck me missionary. He had done this once before, when him and Tina were having some issues. Oh... His thin cock entered my pussy and it felt good. Savouring the feeling of being opened up and not destroyed by a large cock. Tim's tongue also entered my mouth and he began to kiss me, his tongue warring with mine. His slow thrusts were boring as I faked how much I enjoyed the soft side of Tim. My pussy dripping onto the bedding was deceiving.

"Tim baby, this pussy is so hungry. Keep fucking it. It needs you." I moaned. I loved to talk dirty.

"This cunt is mine. Can you feel my pencil dick invading you. Do you like that?" he responded breathlessly.

That seemed to have spurred on further excitement for Tim as he started fucking me harder. His bald head nestled into my neck, his hot breath snaking around me as his cock slipped and slid in a smooth rocking motion. That combined with that fact that I was being caressed and held by him added to the eroticism of the moment. This little man wanted me to be his everything in that moment and my pussy convulsed at the thought of that. If he continued thrusting into me so delicately I might actually squirt... I had to change tactics. I needed rough and hard, not slow and sensual.

"Baby, you're working so hard in my pussy. I'm going to explode because that cock is magic. Let me get on top and slide my cunt on your exquisite dick." I moaned.

"Hmmm," he didn't need any convincing at all.

Seconds later he was sitting up against the headboard, his cock standing to attention. The glean of my pussy adding a beautiful shine to his foreskin. Crawling between his sprawled legs, I took his cock in my mouth and sucked his cock hard, just the once. I took a seat upon his lap and took his long cock again. Tim nestled my breasts between his head as I began bouncing on his cock. My pussy hole enjoying the feeling of being full. His hands now gripped my waist and I knew that he was exhausted. I began bucking my hips against his groin. I needed to stimulate my clit, and this was the best way. My swollen clit needed to rubbed, flicked. Fuck this, I need to cum. I quickened my pace and used his chest as a balancing board and bounced on his cock fast. The noises which were coming out of us were unholy. My wetness creating a sloshing that would excite Tim further.

However Tim continued to last, he didn't even attempt to turbo fuck me like he did on most occasions. I stopped and looked into his dark grey eyes. Confused as to why he would not fuck me turbo-style.

"Tim?" I whispered.

"Baby, can you try something new?" he asked.

"Sure..." Now I was confused.

"I want you to place your hands behind for support. Your tits should be facing toward the ceiling." he commanded.

"Your wish is my command." I muttered.

Something came alive in the moment. His dark grey eyes transitioned to a silver.

"Make sure your pussy is fucking my cock now. Go up and down slowly. Let me see how wet I make you." his voice was tight.

"Yes." I obliged.

He was back. Tim relaxed into the headboard and began lifting his hips to meet mine. Looking away from him as it seemed that was what was holding him back. I could feel that his hips were pushing further up, impaling me on his cock. My head tilted back, I took that as my queue to stop my own slow thrusting. Instantly his cock began fucking me at a speed I could not keep up with. My hands now trusting the bed to hold me in the position I was in. My end was close and I attempted to spread my pussy wider so he could really fuck me hard and seriously fast. I was being used by this man. That was the only thought I needed. I came with a guttural moan.

Glancing down, my pussy was now soaked and his thighs were coated with my sheen. I loved every minute of it. I could feel that Tim was close too. Taking his hands off my hips, he took the pressure off my hands and brought his mouth to mine. His cock still pistoning at turbo speed inside my swollen pussy. Our moans mingled together and a final thrust into me signalled that he had finished inside of me. I continued bouncing on him so all of him would pour into me.

"That's more like it Tim. My cunt was hungry for you."