Savannah's Next Chapter Pt. 05

It's been about 2 months since the bachelor party extravaganza. Wow, fond memories!

Quick update:

John is still working in Indy freeing up my nights. I accompanied him one week and we had a great time. We revitalized our sex life and it actually was good, but I still returned to my NYC lifestyle.

Sasha kept me much busier. I've probably had 4 or 5 encounters in the 2 months. The evening hookups are much different than afternoon. In the afternoon it is pure sex. The evening is more like an escort service. I've had some wonderful meals and company, of course followed by a hotel room session, but the men have been very enjoyable. It actually is a pretty sweet setup, fancy restaurants and decent sex.

Dmitry, the Plaza concierge, requested me again, which was good. This time it was an older Russian gentleman, and the experience is nothing to write about. But it was good to know I was desired. Sasha seemed pleased.

I've hooked up with Joe twice. I still don't know his real name. He is a sweet guy and sensational lover. He advised he'd never contact me, since I am married, so it's up to me to initiate a meeting. I'm trying not to wear out my welcome but that footlong is difficult to resist.

Finally, I struck up a friendship with Red, from the bachelor party. We exchanged numbers after the party and we've met up many times. We work out together now, twice a week and often have a dinner or lunch as well. We've gone shopping, and just enjoyed each others company. She is a beautiful woman and person, inside and out. Now I know how she has that killer tight bod, her workouts are serious. Her nickname as a youth was Red, and she's cool with me calling her that. Sharing names is still not something any of us do, us being Sasha's whores.

Red is divorced, a former trophy wife, so she is not poor, but a prenup kept her from realizing the lifestyle she had when wed. So the Sasha cash makes a big difference for her.. She likes to work, mostly for the money but she's a shameless slut as much as I am. She needs action. Sasha favors her and she gets more assignments, probably weekly.

One weekend, with John away, we decided to go clubbing. We really let it loose, drinking, dancing and seriously flirting. We hooked up with different men on the dance floor and hands were all over the place and we both were extremely horny. We went back to a private area with the men and ended up giving them blowjobs. I'd never done anything like that, sucking a cock in public, well not exactly in the open but still... It was so erotic, I loved it. I ended up doing 3 guys, oh my, I think I drank a bit too much.

After the guys, Red and I went back to the dance floor and this time focused on each other. Red knows how to find a woman's buttons and she found mine. She was behind me and I was grinding my ass into her as she felt my breasts. Then she pulled up my mini and found my vagina. She inserted fingers and worked me like a pro, well she is a pro. I literally had an orgasm on the dance floor. She is the most erotic woman I have ever known, I'm falling in love with her, in a different sort of way.

I didn't let that encounter lead to anything else. I wanted to keep our relationship fun, platonic, and spontaneous. So far so good.

I try to only share encounters that are worth the ink, and I have a final one that was super cool. Sasha contacted me for an unusual request. I was to accompany a gentleman on an overnight trip, so she needed confirmation I could do it. Checking the dates I was good with it. She summoned me in for details.

When I arrived at the Lair I was met by Bebe, Sasha, and Red! Sasha introduced me to Red and noted that we had done the party together. We pretended like we didn't know each other beyond that and were basically cordial. Bebe went to the prep area while Sasha, Red and I talked.

The gentleman had a private jet and we would be flying from Teterboro. Red had accompanied the man on a previous trip, but he specifically had requested me for this rendezvous. Red briefed me on some thing to expect, more procedural, not the sex. What I should wear, what other duties I may have. She, and I, kept it brief. I knew I could call her after with any questions.

After the meeting, Bebe offered some outfits and I took one. This was a trip where the outfit wasn't important so I could wear my own clothes. As it was almost 2 days, I'd rather have a couple changes of my stuff anyway.

I was set, Thursday at 4AM, I'd be whisked off to Teterboro.

I called Red after the meeting and had a long chat. She was a wealth of information and I was glad I got the briefing. First off, the client had a female assistant that was his gatekeeper. Everything went through her. She probably arranged my attending and as such, knew I was there as a sex toy. She was pretty and sexy and I would be having sex in the plane with her in sight, but she wouldn't join in, at least she hadn't with Red. Point being, no inhibitions, she knew the drill.

I should wear a casual outfit for the plane ride, sexy but it didn't have to be slutty. He liked jeans, high heels and cleavage. I would not be with him during the day and would be taken to the hotel, she stayed at the Beverly Hilton. I'd have the afternoon but evening would probably be a dinner, possibly with a client. The night was all about sex. I should wear a sexy dress but have slutty lingerie under.

I packed a small bag and was ready.

That morning I spray painted on a pair of jeans, LOL, they were tight. I put on 4 inch heels, and a white 'club party' t-shirt. It was off the shoulders and cut short to bare my midriff. I certainly felt underdressed but my pants were tight, my heels high, and my breasts prominently on display (no bra). I was picked up and off I went.

I arrived at the airport and pulled up to the jet. Wow, this is service you can get used to. The assistant greeted me and introduced herself as Chief of Staff. OK, cool, I guess I'm staff.

'I assume you're Vanna, the whore?' she inquired.

'Um, yes, that's me.' I replied. OK, maybe I'm not staff.

'Go ahead and board. Take the seat on the left, the window seat. Mr. Jones will be here shortly. Be certain to stand when he enters and follow his lead. Do not gush but don't be blasé. Show interest and be submissive.

'Yes, Chief!' and I saluted.

'That's not funny. If you want to be playful with him tonight, be my guest, but I'm not for kidding around. Get in the plane.'

'I apologize Ma'am. It was improper.'

'Just get on the fucking plane.'

I had one instruction and was confused already. Is the left seat when you are facing the seats or when you are sitting? I decided to take the one to my left at the window when facing the seats. Hope I was right, I mean left.

In about 15 minutes time, Mr. Jones arrived. I'm quite certain his name wasn't Jones, which seemed silly to hide since he was seriously wealthy, and I could find out who he was if I wanted. Whatever. He came in the cabin, and I arose.

'Well, well, aren't you a sight.'

'I hope so Sir. I'm looking forward to our trip. Thank you for including me.'

'Save your thanks for the end... or not.' He said with a smirk on his face. Clearly a not so hidden message.

'Sit over here.'

I had guessed wrong. It was the left seat when facing the front.

'So you're the hottie my son said I needed to meet.'

'I'm sorry Sir, um, your son?'

I had noticed when I called him Sir he didn't correct me so I figured that was protocol. He didn't correct me this time either.

'My son, the bachelor party I sent you to.'

'Oh my, yes, yes Sir. That was me, or this is me, or well... yes, I met your son.'

'Yea, I bet you did, and his friends.'

'They were all enjoyable, Sir.'

'You're too polite. If I want you to talk nasty later, do you think you can do that.'

'Well fuck my ass Sir, why not?'

'I like you already.' he smiled.

We sat down and got ready to depart.

The Chief had been listening and watching our encounter. I didn't get looks of approval, but she didn't frown either, I guess I passed. I didn't give much of a shit anyway, it was Jones I was there for. Funny, I call John's cock his Jones. Ah, it's a laugh a minute in here.

Jones put his hand on my thigh as we were taxiing. I spread my legs a tad, not sure if it was an advance or just a place to put his hand. He slid his hand up to my pussy, OK it was an advance.

I reached over and put my hand on his crotch while spreading my legs a bit more.

'Seems like we're off to a good start.' Jones whispered.

Chief was watching. I started rubbing Jones' Jones and made eye contact with the Chief and smiled. She looked down.

The plane took off and our hands returned to our laps for the ascent. Once we leveled off, Jones put an arm around my back and his hand found my left tit, then he leaned into me with his right hand on my other tit.

'I like your top.' he said as he started feeling me.

'My clothes or my tits?'

'Both. You're going to be a lot of fun, I can tell already. My son has good taste.'

I was the one tasting his son, but I let that slide.

As he was feeling me, I put my hand back on his crotch and could feel him hardening. The Chief stepped in front of us.

'Sir, the estimated TOA is 9:42AM PST so we have over 4 hours. Do you care for a beverage Sir? Miss?'

'I'm fine and the Miss will have her mouth full shortly, so we're good.'

The Chief stepped away into a shielded pseudo kitchen area.

'OK babe, so are you ready for your blow job?' I asked.

'I think that would be grand.'

I unbuckled my seatbelt and dropped to my knees in front of him. Jones was undoing his pants while I removed my top. I had more clothes but I didn't need to soil this top in the first hour.

With Jones's cock exposed, pants at his ankles, I grabbed his rod and moved my mouth to take him in. I caressed his balls as I stroked his shaft. I looked up at him as I took him in my mouth.

He was very average sized, maybe 6 inches, but hey, every cock deserves a slut's mouth. I easily took him in and started stroking him with my lips.

Jones scootched forward, getting his member closer to me, and I have to say, I love this position. Sure kneeling in front of a standing man is totally submissive and stimulating, but being on the ground, sucking a cock while he leans back in his chair, is totally orgasm. I mean it is sooooo hot.

With his cock at the edge of the seat, I exited him from my mouth, moved up and caressed my babs around his member. I started stroking his shaft with my boobs.

'Yea, OK baby, that's it. Nothing like a good titty fuck.'

I think I was creating a fan. I kept going and would stop and suck him in, pushing his shaft fully into my mouth. I'd released his cock from my lip lock, moved up and wrapped his peter around my babs again for more titty fucking

'Oh yea, you're a pro.' he blurted.

Technically I am a pro now, but I honed my craft as an amateur 

I'd stop and suck him down to his base, the do it again. Over and over. I'd looked at him, and get dirty.

"How's that's Sir, am I sucking good enough, do you like my titty fuck?'

It got him so aroused he blew in my mouth within 10 minutes. I was actually glad it was in my mouth and not on me. Well, there are tradeoffs.

I licked his shaft as he leaned back and got back to breathing normal, looking up at him for approval.

'Yea, you're going to work out fine. Well done.'

I smiled and got up, retrieving my top and started to put it back on.

'Whoa, hold on just minute. I was to suck those titties.'

I leaned into him so he could have his way. He felt and sucked my babs and nipples, getting me very aroused. But a fuck was not meant to be, it was just a test drive.

'Very nice, and natural.'

'Yes Sir. I'm glad you approve.' I said as I pulled my top on and sat back down.

We sat quiet for about 15 minutes and I looked out the window to see if I could tell where we were. Nope.

'So I'm going to set up and review some documents. Get in the back, in the bedroom, and take off your clothes. Maybe catch a quick nap since we left so early. I'll be in later.'

There was a table and working area behind the row of seats on one side, and more seating, facing each other on the other side. A door was directly in the middle of the back which was a small bedroom, basically a maybe full size mattress and that's about it. The bathroom was up front.

I went into the bedroom and removed all my clothes and got in bed. He was right, I had gotten up around 2AM and I could use a rest. I did fall asleep and dreamt about joining the mile high club. Not really, that was fanaticizing.

Since I had slept, I wasn't sure when Jones came in the bedroom.

'Hey sweetie.' he said as he gently nudged me while climbing in the bed.

I had heard him but was still groggy as I rolled over. He was naked with a hardon. Wow, that's impressive.

'Oh babe, I missed you.' I smiled.

'You're so full of shit but I love it. As long as you perform like you did out there, you can mess with me any way you want.'

'That's the plan.' I said as I reached for his cock.

'How about you take a ride?' Hop on.'

Jones laid on his back which was my que to get in the driver's seat, at the starting pole so to speak. I think he wanted to watch me bounce on his cock with my titties flopping.

'This is my first mile high encounter babe. It's my lucky day.'

'Maybe we'll have more firsts for you before the trip is over.'

I wasn't sure what he was thinking but I didn't are. I was wet with anticipation and quickly moved over him with my legs straddling, found his cock with my hand and guided it inside me. I laid my torso on him and started grinding him in and out.

'Oh babe, that's so nice.' I said as I slow fucked him.

He had his hands on my sides and I knew he wanted to grab my babs. I lifted myself up so I was vertical, and sure enough he quickly found a tit in each hand. I rode him slowly as he got more and more aroused (me too).

It was quite an experience, being fucked like that in a private jet. I actually thought about John (husband) and how I'd like to tell him how amazing it was. Well, bad idea. I'd tell Red or Carissa.

I must have ridden him slowly like that for 10 minutes or more. Jones laned his head back and removed his hands so I decided to quicken the pace. I wanted him to see my boobs flopping while I stroked him pole with my pussy.

Jones scrunched a pillow behind his head, so it was propped up better for his viewing pleasure. I could literally feel him swelling inside me. I knew it wasn't long.

Another dozen or more flops on his meat pole and he pulled me down to him, then rolled over on top of me, inside me all the time, and started fucking me hard.

I had been sensually moaning but now was letting Chief know it was a hard fuck. I don't know, it's so loud in the plane maybe she didn't hear, but I didn't hold back.

'YES babe, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!' over and over again.

That was all it took, he began throbbing inside me, I wrapped my legs around him as he ejaculated and grunted his manhood in me.

"OH BABE, OH BABE, YES!'

I did orgasm too and it was quite a wonderful fuck. Jones rolled off me and laid there catching his breath.

'Oh babe, that was amazing.' I said as I cuddled into him.

'Even if your lying I don't care, you sound authentic. I'm gonna love fucking you.'

'That's the idea babe. I'm loving it too.'

The rest of the flight was uneventful. I enjoyed watching us land in LA. We arrived at Burbank Airport, so I expected a Beverly Hilton stay, but Chief advised the meetings were downtown, so we'd be staying at the JW Marriot next to the Staples center. Chief arranged for a car and escort for me and off I went to the hotel.

It was well before Noon but arrangements have been made to get me in my room. Yes, I had a separate room. I went in and laid down for a bit but wasn't tired at all. I went out and took in the area, grabbed a salad at a lobby restaurant (charged to room of course) and just tried to experience some of LA, although I did not stray far.

Chief told me to be ready for a dinner at 7PM, so I had way too much time. I called John and had a talk to let him know all was fine here in NYC (LOL) but he cut me short as he was busy. I researched for shopping areas downtown, but there wasn't much. I decided to Uber out to Rodeo drive. Why the hell not? It worked out fine, I spent an hour there window shopping and acting like I was somebody, it was fun. I tried on dresses that were $3,000 and looked at even way more expensive Gucci bags. I was back to the hotel around 4, so no worries about not being ready.

I took as shower and prepared for dinner. I primped myself for an hour then started to dress. I had a beautiful garter set, royal blue with a lacy bra. I had a form fitting blue dress, low cut in front, and matching heels. I pulled my hair up and back allowing a loose fit so strands shaped my face. I was ready by 6PM and just waited for the text or call.

Chief contacted me at 6:45 and said they cancelled the original dinner plans and we would be dining at the Ritz, next to the JW Marriot, at the Lena at Sendero Steak House. Chief would meet me in the lobby and escort me to the dinner at 7:15.

She did, and to my surprise, there were 3 men and Chief did not join us, so I was the main attraction, at least for eye candy. Jones look of approval allowed me to breathe easy and we sat to an amazing dinner. I ate very little, only a salad, but the men enjoyed wine and expensive steaks. I did share a couple sides at their insistence, some mushrooms and an empanada. I did not really engage in conversation, the men dominated and that was fine, I had nothing to share, but I stayed attentive. It was obvious the 2 men with Jones were clients.

As the dinner seemed to be about to end, Jones said, 'Vanna, why don't you give the men your room key and you can meet them there in a few. minutes.'

Oh. So that's the plan.

I opened my clutch, retrieved a key and gave it to the man on my left. He winked at me and I smiled. The men headed up.

Chief had told me to get 2 room keys and carry them both, now I knew why. I thought Jones would be visiting my room so I had it straighten up so I wasn't worried about that. It was an amazing room, with a sitting area and beautiful bath.

'So I hope we don't have a problem with this little twist. It came up sort of sudden.'

Yea I bet it did. Probably was planned all along but he didn't want to advise Sasha or the price would increase.

'No Sir, it's not a problem. I here at your service, whatever you desire.'

'Good, good. These are important clients for me so I expect you to treat them as brilliantly as you would me. Understand?'

'Yes Sir, my pleasure.'

'Shower and ready yourself for me after the men, then text Chief and she'll let me know I can then enjoy your company.'

'Certainly Sir.'

'Off you go.'

I opened the room door and the men were sitting on the sofa with their pants off, stroking their cocks. Impressive, they were ready already!

I came over and stood in front of them and removed my dress, exposing my very sexy garter and bra set. I slipped out of my panties and stood there for their admiration.

'That's the way I like my sluts, nice and sexy.' the larger dude remarked.

The 2 men were older than Jones, probably in their 60's. I wouldn't be surprised if they had taken a pill to get as hard as they were. Neither were very attractive, neither had worked out in centuries, although they weren't fat slobs. Neither had much hair. All in all, let's say their appearance didn't turn me on. Add that the larger dude was pretty obnoxious at dinner, drinking too much and talking too loud. He was full of himself, it was clear. But I was there to please and the size of their cocks gave me hope. Larger than Jones, for certain, large guy must have been 8 inches.

'I'm glad you approve, Sir.' I said as I knelt in front of them and took their cocks in my hands. It was sexy. Them leaning back into the sofa, me kneeling between them and giving them hand jobs. I actually started to feel it. You have to get your inspiration wherever you can!

Suddenly Mr. Large, on my left, says, 'Hey, is that a wedding band?'

'Um, yes, it is. Does that bother you? I can remove it.'

'No, no, honey, I was just surprised.'

I kept stroking.

'So, what, your husband lost his job so he pimps you out?'

'No, not that. He's actually very successful. He works so much I get bored, so... I find things to occupy my time.' I kept stroking.

Large nodded his head and I could see he was thinking.

'Does he know about your extracurricular activities?'

'Geez Art (Large's name), do you want to have a conversation or sex?' the second guy interjected.

'I'm just curious. I find it, let's say, stimulating. It's a fine pairing with the hand job.'

I kept stroking, thinking the conversation was over.

'So, does he?' Large didn't drop it.

'No, this is my private adventure.' I hoped my curt reply would bring an end to the talk.

'So what do you tell him when you are out fucking men all night?'

I didn't want to share anything so I told a story.

'He believes I work coordinating Mr. Jones schedule. On nights like tonight, when I am too busy to call him, I'll wait until the morning and apologize. I'll tell him I had my hands full.' I said and smiled while stroking.

'That's a good one, you fucking slut. That's a good one. I think it's time to get your mouth and pussy full too.' Large said as he began to rise from the sofa.

I got up and Large motioned me to the bed. It was obvious he was the alpha in this session. Large grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into him, then grabbed my face in his free hand.

'So I like to fuck my sluts face, somehow I find that more arousing then your well used pussy. How does that sound honey?'

'I love sucking cock.' I replied with my pet (and accurate) line.

'You may change your mind tonight. Get on the bed.'

I got in the bed on my knees.

'Lay on your back, head this way (motioning to the side).'

OK, I knew where this was heading.

'Now Tom, her mouth and tits are mine, but her ass and pussy are all yours.' Large said as I laid on my back and positioned my head at the edge of the bed.

'You're such a team player, Art.' Other guys laughed.

How cute, the boys were really having fun.

I bent my knees and spread my legs for Other while Large laid his big cock on my face. I wasn't really wet yet, barely moist as Other started to position is his dick for entry. He rubbed my pussy with his shaft while Large started slapping his on my face.

'Scooch down a tad honey.' Large said, wanting my head to hang over the side.

As I did, Other started stimulating my clit and inserting fingers. OK, now I'm getting wet. He shoved what felt like his fist, but was probably 3 fingers inside me and I reacted with an 'Arrrg, opening my mouth.

Large quickly shoved his cock into my mouth and laughed.

"We are a good team Tom, You get her to open her mouth and I fill it.' He laughed as he started fucking my mouth.

These guys are a riot.

Other found his way into me and started fucking away as well. So I was lying there, on my back, cock in mouth and cock in pussy. I tightened my grip on the sheets as they penetrated deeper and deeper. It was slow at first but rapidly gained steam.

'God I love fucking throats.' Large said as he pushed into mine. 'Yea, honey, take it.'

I could obviously not answer and had no choice about 'taking it' so offering no resistance and doing my best to encourage Other with a hip thrust of my own or pussy grab, was the best I could do.

Large pushed all the way into my throat, his big bag of sagging balls my face, and held it there.

'Ahhhh, yea, this is living.'

I wished he'd shut up.

Other kept fucking away and I started to climax. Large grabbed my tits while he was thrusting in and out of my throat. I felt certain that this couldn't last too long but I got into a rhythm and with my orgasm was feeling amazing.

Then Large got more intense, thrusting harder into my face and holding himself in my throat longer. I started to get uncomfortable, challenged to breath. I slapped the bed, trying to indicate I was in distress. I'm sure I heard Large laugh. He pulled out of my mouth and I gasped for air.

'This is the part that may make you reconsider how much you like to suck cocks, slut.' Large laughed again. 'Open your mouth, honey.'

I did and Large repeated his thrusts, deep dive and hold routine. Each time lasting a bit longer than the prior and each time I pounded the bed. He was squeezing my breasts incredibly hard but that was of least concern.

Luckily, their domination of me aroused them to climax. Large pulled out and started stroking his cock. He pulled my head up by my hair and blasted my face as he ejaculated. He had a serious load, and my face must have absorbed most if not all, no overshooting the target for Large.

He backed away and Other pulled out and climbed up on my chest. He grabbed my head by the hair, so I wasn't hanging over the side, and stroked himself on to my face. He may have been the less dominant participant, but he had the heaviest load. Wow, I didn't think the faucet was ever going to turn off. He finished by pulling my head all the way up (I had no choice unless I wanted to lose my hair), and shoving his cock in my mouth. I sucked him based on muscle memory, my head was spinning.

Other got off me and I scootched more into the bed so my head as now lying on the mattress. But I didn't rise. I could feel that warm cum dripping down my face. I did nothing to try to remove it, I just laid there, trying to catch my breath, my heart beating through my chest. The men were getting dressed.

Seeing them dressing, gave me a sense that this was over with them. I pulled myself up, arms behind me to a not quite sitting position. I could now feel the cum start to roll down my neck on to my tits. As the men were bucking their pants and shorts, I moved to sit on the edge of the bed and watch them. I didn't say a word.

They finished dressing and seemed ready to leave. Large looked at me and I at him.

'You know what I love about high class hookers like you?'

I gave a quizzical look.

'I love to turn them into the cheap sluts that they really are. Just like you are right now.'

I had no reply. I puckered my lips and sent a kiss. Large smiled, then turned to leave. Other was a bit sheepish and mouthed the words 'thank you.' I nodded and blew him a kiss too.

As soon as the door shut, I got up, started the hot water in the shower. I took off my garter, stockings, heels and mangled bra, and stepped in. I must have sat under that water for 15 minutes, it was so soothing.

For some reason what Large had said hit me. I tried to process it. I was almost proud he thought I looked like a high-class hooker. But he basically said it was a façade and I'm really a cheap slut.

I wasn't offended. I am a slut and I know it. Hey, is he better than me? What he did to me was probably child's play to what he does to other women. The only reason I wasn't more physically abused is he knew he'd have Jones to contend with. He's a fucking whore too, probably using and abusing women to get his sex fix. He's a much more damaged slut than I am. Maybe I was just trying to convince myself.

I thought about them holding me by the hair and pumping their spunk on my face, like the cheap slut he called me. I actually got a sensation from it and moved my hand to my clit. Yes, I was a slut, I get off on men using me, on them becoming so aroused when I open my mouth and beg for a jizz bomb. I couldn't reconcile my own feelings, but it didn't matter. Jones would be cumming soon.

I exited the shower, dried off and combed my hair into a slicked back tight wet ponytail. There was no time to blow dry. I texted Chief.

My bra and garter set were not in great condition, so I decided to go 'au naturale'. I put on a short robe, got a bottle of water from the mini and took a seat on my sofa. I put my head back. I was tired, it was a long day. I wasn't asleep tired, more worn out tired, I just needed a quick break. It didn't come, Jones knocked.

I rushed to the door and let him in.

'The DP queen!' Jones blurted as he moved past me.

I closed the door with my back and he turned back to look at me.

'So they gave you the breakdown already? Boys just love to gossip.'

I saw a tinge of anger in his eyes, like I disrespected him. After calling him Sir and playing up to him all day, I was a bit flippant and casual. I braced for some rage.

He walked to me and pushed his body against me, pinning me to the door.

'No Vanna, we didn't talk. You took on 2 men, I'm putting my money on you willfully taking 2 cocks inside you and who knows, maybe wishing that I had been here for a third? Yea?'

'Yes, Sir. That's about how it went down.'

He looked down at me and smiled. He turned and slowly walked to the mini bar, pulled out a couple brown liquor bottles and poured them in a glass, before sitting on the sofa.

I went over to him and undid my robe. I stood in front of him and opened it as he took a sip.

'I like you Vanna. You're a super slut and you already know what I like.'

I smiled, having redeemed myself.

'What happened?'

'I'm sorry Sir, you mean what did we do?'

'No, no, what happened to your breasts?'

I had noticed my breasts were red from the manhandling by Large. They were sore but I didn't think bruised.

'Oh, well my breasts were popular with the men. Who am I to deny their pleasure?'

'Hmmm, are you sore?'

'A bit.'

'I'll be gentle.'

'Thank you, Sir.' I said as I knelt in front of him and started rubbing his crotch. He leaned his head back and took another pull from his glass. I undid his pants and he assisted scootching up so I could pull them down. There was my reward, a semi-hard boner just begging for my lips.

I took him in and a calm came over me. The taste of his warm, somewhat salty cock, the feeling of him growing inside my mouth, the satisfaction of seeing him, arms spread receiving my services then burying my head in his lap, was oddly comforting and stimulating at the same time. I was a cheap whore. I am a cheap whore. This is what pleasures me.

I gave him a slow and deep blowjob. I stroked him, I kissed his balls, I licked his shaft, I made tons of eye contact, I said nothing, my mouth being fully occupied. Jones said stuff but I barely listened, I was so focused. He held my head at times, not forcing anything, just reinforcing who was in control. I was wanting him to cum, to take him all the way, to be his cheap whore.

'Hey darling, I'm gonna blow in a second and I've got another idea.' Jones said as he pulled my head up. 'Let's get in bed.'

I got up from the floor and he followed, grabbing my ass.

'You have a sweet ass.'

'Thak you Sir.'

'Do you have any lube?'

Oh, that idea.

'Yes Sir.' and I went to my clutch to retrieve it. I handed it to him and put my hands on his chest as we stood at the bed.

'Are you going to be my back door man, babe.'

Jones reached down with his free hand and got a hold of my ass cheek. 'Yea, darling, it'll keep me from abusing your tits.'

'You're so thoughtful.' I teased, smiled, and turned to the bed.

We climbed in and I laid on my stomach as Jones positioned himself between my spread legs. He rubbed his cock on my ass cheeks. I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart. He lubed my opening and his cock and brought his helmet to my opening. He slowly entered and I let out an involuntary gasp.

'You've done this before, right.'

'Oh yea, babe, keep going. It's always a bit... just keep going babe, I love it.'

With that he pushed further into my tight little ass as I let go of my cheeks. He started a slow and sensual humping.

'How that feel? Adjusted yet.'

'Oh yea babe, just like that, God I'm getting off.' and I was. I had a finger inside me and was playing with my clit with another.'

'You're a nasty bitch. You don't look it but you love being a whore.'

'Oh God, oh yes.' I said reacting as much to the sex as to his comment.

"Be a nasty bitch, talk like a nasty bitch.' He said as he started to quicken the pace.

'Oh babe, fuck me, fuck my ass. Give it to me babe, God you're splitting me. Oh God.' And I kept going with the whore talk.

He started thrusting harder, my talk was working.

'Oh babe, don't cum babe, pull that rod out and let me suck your balls dry babe. I have to feel you cumming in my mouth.'

That did it, he pounded me a few more times then pulled out and hopped over. I sprung up got on my hands and knees and took him into my mouth. He grabbed my head and start face fucking me intensely. Thrust after thrust until he blew, throb after throb, stream after stream. I did suck him dry, one arm around his waist as I pulled him into my throat and held him until I knew he was done.

I slobbered my mouth off his dick, licking and cleaning. I moved up on my knees then fell back and laid there, he plopped down on his back next to me.

'That was amazing.' I said. It wasn't amazing but it was very good and I wanted him to know.

'You really are one nasty slut, but in a good way.'

'I'll take that as a complement, Sir.'

Jones grabbed my thigh with his hand and looked over at me.

'I'm gonna fuck you again tonight. You're too good of a fuck to not push myself.'

I smiled at him and said, 'Bring it on, babe.'

Jones did fuck me again before he left. He also cleared out a lot of the min bar. He also left me $500 and said to not mention to Sasha about the other men I serviced. I assume that made it far less than half price for him, but I didn't care, that's between him and Sasha... oh, and probably the Chief.

The next day we flew off early to get home before the dinner hour. I gave him two blowjobs on the plane, I could see Chief watching the second one as we never went back to the bed. Maybe she was looking for some pointers.

I got home, unpacked, got a bite to eat, then slept for 24 hours. Sucking cock is to taxing!

EPILOG

Where do I start finishing the story of this juncture of my life? I'll try to be brief.

It's been a few years since those adventures. I'm approaching 30, still in my prime but feeling more mature. I'm still a slut. I think, like an alcoholic, it doesn't go away, you decide if you want to attempt to control it, and if you do, hopefully have success. I haven't decided I want to yet but someday I may try again.

After my LA trip, I hooked up with Jones multiple times. I could see he adored me, as his primary slut. At first it was similar to his using me in LA, but then he started taking me to dinner before sex and treating me almost like a date. I preferred being the subservient slut.

Husband John was extended out of town for 2 more months. He begged me to join him. I was OK with him gone as my Sasha hookups were gaining speed and I was enjoying the freedom of shameless sex. I was also making a lot of money, which is never a bad thing. John was upset with me for being so resistant, and it put some kinks in the marriage. But the final straw was two months later when they told him he was joining the Indy company and needed to move there. He would be a VP of Finance or Accounting or something and he wasn't about to let that opportunity pass. It would last 2 years, but I remember when it was 2 months, nothing was for certain.

I refused to go and we had a fall out. I told him I can't just follow his career, I can't be alone all the time (well that part was a white lie), and I needed more of him to make it work. He called me selfish, and within 2 weeks I told him I wanted a divorce. We split for months and tried to cool down, but the less I had of him in my life, the more I liked it. I loved John and it could have worked, I really believe that, but I had to move on. We divorced and I lost contact with him. End of that chapter.

I was seeing Joe on and off purely for sex. I couldn't get enough of him, the sex was mind blowing. Six months after my divorce, I proposed to Joe. I did say he'd have to tell me his real name (I never knew or had pressed him on it) before we wed. He thought the whole conversation was a joke, and it sort of was, but had he taken me seriously, who knows? We continued to have great sex, and I still frequent him today.

As a single gal, I was available for Sasha 24X7, and she took advantage. Other than Joe, my only sex was through Sasha and she delivered. I needed the money so it worked well. I had a fan at the Plaza and was often called to service whomever Dmitry needed serviced. As noted, Jones was a big repeat fan and I had others. About 2 months after the divorce, Jones coaxed out the fact that I was single and I thought he got weird, as in he might want me for himself. I wasn't sure if that meant a proposal or some exclusive Sugar Daddy thing. I suspected a proposal would never come, and I didn't want to risk it happening anyway, talk about a buzz kill. I certainly didn't want an exclusive, I needed variety. I finally told Sasha to inform Jones that I had reconciled with my husband and moved to Indiana. That chapter ended as well. It was fine with me, he was generous and an OK lover, but nothing I would miss.

So here I am, pushing 30 and still a cheap whore disguised as a high-end hooker. Well, I have to finish this, Sasha just texted, there are cocks to suck!