Savannah's Next Chapter Pt. 03

After my first session as a bonafide hooker, my head was spinning.

Upon arrival back at Sasha's lair, I was grilled a bit about the experience. Being my first encounter, it was a more thorough inquiry than I experienced after future sessions, but in the end I had little to say and just hoped the men were pleased.

Bebe saw my bruises and gently rubbed them and asked if I needed salve or something. I said no and that was that.

I returned to my home, luckily my husband worked very late, and I was in bed and asleep when he returned. He left before I got up and I was relieved he didn't see me.

The 'bruises' were not severe and dissipated quickly, within 2 days there was no sign and the redness on my face had a much shorter life span.

Sasha called me and summoned me 2 days after the encounter. She advised I had done well, and she was pleased. She was not enthusiastic, but I am quite sure the words Sasha and enthusiastic are not commonly used in a sentence. I passed the test. I was in the corral of sluts she could offer with no reservation. Mission accomplished, I'll be getting fucked to my heart's content.

Or not.

It was three weeks since my first encounter and crickets. I met with Carissa many times. We became much more intimate friends. She had said she had encounters once or twice a month. I was hoping for more frequency, uugh. We talked about our experiences, and she was a bit concerned about my rough sex episode. She had had similar but it sounded like mine was a bit more intense. Maybe that's the worst of it, I thought.

I finally got a request about a month after my first session and was so glad! However, the experience was less than noteworthy. I met up with an old dude in his hotel. He fucked me and was pretty spent. I tried to nurse a second erection with my mouth but failed. He wasn't disappointed, probably more embarrassed. But it was OK, he seemed satisfied. However, I wasn't.

I contacted Sasha and set up a quick coffee chat. She advised that my inability to 'work' into the late night was the issue. If I was only going to be an afternoon delight, my opportunities would be limited. Hmmm.

Then I remembered the card that was left in my jeans during the audition. I was so horny, I didn't care who left it. All the dudes had huge cocks and knew how to use them. Time for a call.

'Hey. Joe, this is Vanna, remember me?'

"What? I don't know a Vanna. Wrong number.'

'Don't hang up. You left your number in my clothes after my audition for Sasha. Yea? Remember?'

There was a pause.

'Yea, I've done that a couple times. When?'

'About a month ago, a bit longer.'

I was feeling really insignificant.

'OK. You the blonde or redhead?'

Wow, OK let's narrow this down.

'The blonde.'

'Yea, sure, OK, yea, I remember you, sort of.'

'Well great. So like, I was wondering why you gave me your number and thought I'd call.'

'Fuck sake bitch, you want to get laid, let's get real.'

Wow, he had me pegged, but it didn't take a brain surgeon to figure that out.

'OK, yea, you're right. That was an amazing session, and I was thinking maybe you might want to hook up, you know?'

'Yea sure, when?'

'Now?'

'Really? Your cunt is screaming, hey? Well it's your lucky day, I'm not doing anything.'

'Cool, so should I come there.?'

'Yea.'

He lived in the alphabet city area of NYC. A ways off but not impossible by subway, with a transfer, so off I went. I'd probably Uber back but I needed to think on this before I got there. Give myself a chance to back out.

Yea, that wasn't going to happen.

I put on a nice lacy black bra and thong set, slipped on a pair of short shorts, and pulled on a tight white tank tee you could see the bra through. I pulled my hair into a messy bun, donned a pair of flats and was off.

Knock.

'Hey... um, what's your name again?'

'Hey yourself Joe, I'm Vanna.'

'Not your real name I assume.'

'Is Joe yours?'

'Names are overrated.'

'Yea.'

This small talk was getting me horny.

I would never have recognized Joe on the street. I guess I was more focused on other parts than his face. He was a decent looking guy and built nice. I had no recollection which guy he was from the audition, but I was certain he wasn't the last dude, he was one of the first pack of 3 that did me. I pressed into him.

'I've missed you.'

Joe scoffed, 'Yea right, maybe you missed my 11 inches.'

Whoa, 11 inches, I knew those suckers were really hung.

'Yea, well there is that.' I said as I put my hand down to his crotch.

Slut Mode.

'Come here.' he said as he took my hand and turned, leading me to the sofa. He sat down and positioned me in front of him.

'Let's see what we're working with.' He said as he started to unfasten my shorts.

I offered no resistance. I had to slither a bit as he pulled them down, then did the same with my thong.

'Nice clean cunt, I assume you need to stay clean shaven for your customers.'

Joe moved his hands to my pussy. I spread my legs apart for his inquisitive fingers. I was already most.

'Mmmm Hmmmm.' was my affirmative answer and also my encouragement for his pussy play time.

Much to my surprise, he knelt in front of me and brought his mouth to my inner thighs.

Oh my!

My husband hasn't eaten my pussy in 2 years, so it feels like forever since I've had this treat. Are you kidding? I might have to pay him. Or see if I can move in.

Joe had a magic tongue and fingers, and it was all I could do to stay standing. He realized I was weak in the knees, hard not to notice based on my moaning and gasping, so he pulled me onto the sofa and laid me back. I spread my legs, and he muff dove to my delight. I could have continued received that all day. He found my G spot, teasing and testing me, as I drifted in and out of cunnilingus bliss.

When he finally came up for air, I was ready to do anything, multiple times, for him. I so hoped I could satisfy him like he did me.

Joe stood up. I pulled myself into a sitting position, his cock at eye level.

'Your turn.'

'You bet!' I excitedly replied.

I pulled off my tank and bra, I knew this would get very sloppy. Joe had his hands on his hips, so I did the job of opening his pants and exposing his masterpiece.

He was already firm as he stepped out of his pants and I took him into my mouth. I looked up at him, as I slowly pulled his bone into the back of my mouth, maybe halfway down. He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it as I was stroking him with my lips and watching. He had s some tattoos on his torso and arms that I didn't recall, but it gave him a bad boy look, that turned me on even more.

'You let guys cum in your mouth?'

I nodded my head but kept working him in my mouth.

'Swallow?'

Another nod while making eye contact.

'We'll get along fine.'

And with that I got serious. Joe was getting rock hard in my mouth, and I was pushing him into the opening of my throat. I relaxed and kept going. He gently put his hand on the back of my head and guided me deeper and deeper toward his base. I gagged a bit and my eyes were watering uncontrollably, as I took him down my esophagus. He gave me numerous sounds of approval, mostly moans but an occasional, 'That's right baby, just like that.' or 'Fucking A.'

I was loving it; I barely used my hands. It was a slow ride and I pleasured myself along the way. As Joe's penis started to swell, I took him fully in so he could blast his load down my throat. I wanted to feel that throbbing member in my mouth and all the way to my toes.

I know, I know, second degree slut mode.

Joe grabbed my head and began thrusting for the final push, then blew his massive jizz bomb in my throat and mouth, just as I desired.

After multiple throbs, he let go and I took over. I stroked his shaft with my lips, coaxing out any last drop, then pulled off, looked up at him and started cleaning his member with my tongue. He watched me as I looked up at him, cock in hand and tongue lapping up any residue.

'Sweet.' he offered as he stepped back and I moved back into the sofa.

'Your cock is amazing.' was all I could think to say. I'm sure he knew now that I was his cock whore. Anything, anytime, anyway, I was willing.

We sat on the sofa naked for a bit. I was sort of snuggling into him, more leaning I suppose, nothing romantic. We chatted minimally about nothing. Neither of us were going to share too much. After maybe 10 minutes I was ready for more. Well, I was ready sooner, but I gave him some recovery time.

'You are going to fuck me, right?'

'I'm a professional. Let's go to the bed.'

With that Joe got up, took my hand and led me to the bedroom. Once inside, while still standing, he turned me and wrapped his arms around me from behind.

'How do you like it?'

'Well, it's a nice bedroom?'

'No, no. How do you like to be fucked?'

'Oh babe, the way you handled my pussy out there, I'm sure anything you do will be my new favorite. I'll do anything for you, just tell me, or just do it. I'm yours babe.'

With that Joe took me on the most sensual and pleasurable love making I could have imagined. I expected to be treated like the cheap slut I've become (actually I'm not cheap at all, but you get the idea), instead it was almost romantic. Other than with my husband, I've never experienced it. We went through position after position, caressing while he was deep inside me, I rode him, he rode me. We were frantic at times and slow and sensual at others. No anal plunges, no forced throat fucks, just pure intercourse. Wow!

When I left, I kissed him and asked if I could ever come back. I honestly wasn't sure. I thought I had been good but knew he had a lot of women and maybe I was just another bitch in heat he satisfied.

'You want to cum again?' Joe laughed.

'Yea, nice double-entendre lover.' I smiled wrapping my arms around his neck.

He kissed me again. If I didn't know I came there exclusively to be impaled by a footlong, I'd think I was starting to fall for the guy.

'Of course I want to cum again. Anytime you'll have me.'

'Text me when you're horny. I have a gal, but she knows my deal. You attached?'

'Um, yea. Married to a workaholic.'

'Yea. I saw the ring. Cool, I don't judge.'

I left more satisfied than I expected to be.

John surprised me by coming home at a reasonable hour that evening. I had showered and made myself up a bit. Thinking about Joe made me horny again. I wanted John to take me and did my best to arouse him. I put on a garter and stockings and a lace bra, with a robe. I expected to wait until 8 or 9 so I was certainly pleasantly surprised to see him so soon.

'Hey honey, I'm back early.' he yelled as he came in the door. I was in the bedroom.

'Oh babe, wow, that's fantastic. Come in here.'

As he started to the bedroom, he yelled, 'I thought we could head out and have a decent dinner, sound good?'

As he walked in I stood there, opened my robe and said, 'Oh my, what will I wear?'

'What the fuck? Do you have a side lover in here somewhere?'

I snuggled up to him and said, 'No babe, this is for you. I want to be your slut wife tonight. How does that sound?'

'I'm getting hard.'

We had a super session. I gave him a masterful blowjob, rode him cowgirl and reverse cowgirl, even let out a 'woo-hoo'. He finished by fucking me doggie style then we collapsed with his laying on my back and his cock in my ass cheeks. It felt sooo good.

As we laid there panting, he rolled over and put his arm around my back.

'What got into you?'

I almost laughed, Joe's cock got into me babe, all 11 inches! I almost felt like sharing but knew, even if he was cool with me being a slut wife, this was not the right time. Maybe someday.

'I'm just so horny babe, I miss you.'

We were silent for a minute when Joe brought the news.

'So we have a property that is distressed and I'm being tasked with helping out.'

A distressed property is a business the company bought that is failing, I understood that.

'It means I have to go there, at least 4 days a week, and I'll be on the finance team. It's my first chance to do field work, it's really important.'

'Well, that's great babe. You're doing so amazing.'

'Well, there's more to it. It's in Indianapolis.'

'What? You mean you have to go there to work?'

'Yea I do. That's part of the deal.'

'Don't they have properties in New York you can work on?'

'I don't get a say; this is what I'm assigned. It's only about 2 months and I'll get an apartment, corporate housing. Come with me, it will be an adventure.'

Come with him to Indiana? Are you kidding me?

'Babe, you'll be working ungodly hours, and I'll be stuck in an apartment in bo-dunk Indiana with no friends. Come on babe, I can't do that.'

He was silent for a while and I knew I was bursting his bubble.

'Hey babe, we'll be OK apart for a bit. You can come home weekends, right?'

'They prefer I stay there full time but yea, they said I could commute but every other week, so one weekend there, the next home.'

'Well, we can make that work. I'll come a time or two, I promise, but let's not uproot for a 2-month assignment.'

'Yea, I guess you're right. We'll figure it out.'

As I laid there in his arms, all I could think of was telling Sasha I'm available for all-nighters.