Whoring on Holiday

The sun was sinking down behind the two green islands out in the bay. A red glow suffused the horizon, promising another lovely hot day tomorrow on this beautiful, Greek island. The taverna was on the quay of the village, the check covered tables just feet from the clear blue water of the tiny harbour. A mixture of Greeks and tourists of various nationalities filled the tables, enjoying the view and their aperitives.

Only the young English couple sitting on the end table looked unhappy.

"I'm not going back, Si. We'll find something I'm sure, we have to just hang in here. Something will turn up, surely," said the pretty blond girl.

The dark haired man, who appeared to be her boyfriend, shook his head, sadly, his lips pressed together.

"I wish that was true, but we've looked and looked and found nothing. We've only got enough money left for another week or so, together with our tickets home. That's it. We've tried every bar, every restaurant and everywhere else we can think of, but no one could give us a job."

He stroked her hand.

"It was a wonderful dream, Emma, a whole summer on a Greek island, but it just hasn't worked out for us."

"But we wanted this so much. I can't face going back so soon. Leaving all this, getting a crap job in cold, miserable England. Telling everybody they were right when they said it wouldn't happen."

She dropped her head looking at the table, a few tears crept from her eyes and ran down her smooth, perfect face.

"Darling, cheer up. Perhaps we can save up and do it again next year," Simon said without much conviction. " Let's just try and enjoy our last week here. What do you say? Let's have another drink."

Emma sniffed and wiped her eyes with her hand.

"OK, but I don't think we'll be able to afford any more after that," she said, ruefully.

At the table next to them sat a German man in his late fifties or early sixties. He was alone, sipping a cold beer gazing out over the bay. He couldn't help but overhear their conversation though.

He looked across at them.

"I'm just about to get myself another one, can I get something for two as well? I hate to see you looking so unhappy in such a beautiful place as this."

"Oh, well that would be great," said Simon, "Thanks."

The man waved to the waitress.

"Same again."

When the drinks arrived Simon suggested he came and sat with them.

"I'm Hans."

"Simon and Emma," replied Simon.

They clinked glasses.

"Cheers."

"Prosit."

"So, you've got money problems?" Hans asked.

They told him how they had wanted to spend all summer in Greece, before settling down and finding permanent jobs, and getting on with their careers. A friend of Simon's had stayed on this same island last year and had told them that it would be easy to get a job. He had worked for several months in a bar here and had had a great time. But it hadn't worked out that way for them, and now they were almost broke.

Hans, who spoke perfect English, told them that he had an engineering business in Munich. He had given up day to day management now, handing it over to his son, and spent as much of his time here as he could. He said he had a villa just outside of the village. He pointed it out, positioned on the headland on one side of the bay.

"It looks fantastic," said Emma, "What a great position."

"It is, I love it here. You must pay me a visit before you go."

They continued chatting and Hans kept buying them more drinks, until they were all getting a bit drunk.

Simon noticed that Hans was eyeing up Emma more and more openly, his eyes kept flicking down to her pert little breasts with their pointy nipples prominently visible through her t-shirt.

After a while Emma got up to go to the toilet. Hans eyes followed her as she walked across the terrace.

"Cute. Just beautiful. What a perfect little backside" he said, admiringly.

Simon looked over his shoulder to see who he was talking about, and realised it was Emma.

"Oh, yeah she's great isn't she."

"You're a lucky man Simon. Look at the way those four guys over there are checking her out."

"Mmm, yeah she does get quite a bit of that. She's used to it I think."

"You really want to be able to stay here longer don't you?"

"Yeah we do. This was our dream. Emma's especially. She's just so disappointed that it hasn't worked out as we wanted it to. She'd do anything to stay."

"Really? I don't want to offend you Simon, but I am thinking that I could perhaps put a bit of money your way. But you might not like what I'm suggesting."

"No, man, go ahead, say whatever you want, I won't take offence. We are open to suggestions."

"Well, to put it simply, I have money but no woman. You have a woman and no money. Perhaps we could help each other out. If Emma wanted to, of course."

Simons thinking was a bit slow, what with all the alcohol.

"Err .... what did you have in mind exactly?"

"Does she like sex?"

Simon looked a bit surprised at the question, but replied truthfully.

"Yes she does. In fact she loves it."

"Did she have other boyfriends before you?"

"Oh yeah. At uni she was very 'active', sexually. Really pushed the boat out you might say. She had three boyfriends before me and loads of one night stands. Even a couple of them while we were an item. But I forgave her."

"So you'd say she is a bit slutty?"

Well, yes I guess so. When she wants to be."

"So if I paid her one hundred euros for a blowjob, do you think she'd be up for it?"

"Errr, well ... jeeeezuz, I don't know. I mean it's a bit of a shock you hear you say that. But I dunno, maybe she would. We're desperate for money."

"And how would you feel if she agreed to it?"

"Mmmm, well, we are both pretty open minded about sex and like to try new things, so I guess I'd be OK."

"So I can ask her when she comes back?"

"Yeah sure, you can ask."

"Here she comes now," said Hans.

They both looked up at her as she reached the table and sat down.

"What have you guys been talking about so intently? You both look kind of guilty!" she said laughingly.

"Well .... Hans has an idea to help us out money-wise." said Simon hesitantly.

"Oh yeah?" Emma's eyes lit up and she looked eagerly at Hans. "Have you got a job for us?"

"Kind of. I don't want to offend you Emma, but I'm going to just come out with it."

"Okaaay," said Emma, cautiously.

"I have told Simon that I would give you one hundred euros if you gave me a blowjob. Do you think you might be interested?"

Emma's mouth dropped open.

"Whaaaat! Are you serious. I mean .... Fuck, I don't know what to say," said Emma, flabbergasted.

"Well like I said, it's just an idea. Give it a thought, talk to Simon about it. If it's not the sort of thing you'd want to do then OK, forget I said it. But if you're up for it, we could try it just the once. Then if you are OK with it, it could become a regular thing, and your money problems would be solved!"

Emma was, momentarily speechless, looking from one to the other of them, stunned that they had even been talking like that about her. But in her mind she was thinking about the possibilities.

"So you want me to be your whore?"

"No it wouldn't be like that. A whore has lots of clients, But I would be more like a Sugar Daddy. You'd look after me and I'd look after you," he explained.

"But to me, I'd still feel like a whore, doing that," said Emma, doubtfully.

"Well, call it what you want, but that is the offer. I'm going to go for a walk on the beach, and you can both talk about it. I'll come back in ten minutes and you can tell me what you've decided. If it's a 'No' I'll go away and you need never speak to me again. If it's a 'Yes' then you can start earning right away!"

With that he got up and walked along the quay and out onto the beach at the end of it.

"Sorry Em, I wasn't suggesting you'd do it or anything. But he brought the subject up and asked if I'd mind him asking you."

"It's OK. I'm not upset, just a bit taken aback. But I want so much to stay, I might just do it. I mean it would only be sex wouldn't it? Just a quick blowjob, that's all. I mean I've given plenty of those in my time, haven't I?"

"Yes, I guess so. It probably wouldn't take long, he's pretty old isn't he? But do you think you could do it?"

"In the circumstances I reckon I could. I mean when we were at uni, before I met you, money was always short. Sometimes I would go out with some guy who I knew had a bit of money, even though I didn't necessarily fancy him that much. We'd have drinks, he'd buy me dinner, we'd go clubbing and I'd never have to pay a penny. The unspoken understanding was that I would spend the night with him, which usually I would. Although sometimes I'd just give him a bj in the car on the way home. This wouldn't be much different would it? Morally I mean."

"I didn't know you did that. Although I know of course that many girls do."

"Most of my friends did at one time or another. I even sucked a guy off for a concert ticket! I suppose some people might think it a bit whore-ish, but so what!"

"So what are you saying? You are prepared to take Hans up on his offer?" asked Simon.

Emma was silent for a few moments, clearly struggling to make a decision. But finally she took a deep breath and looked Simon in the eyes.

"Yes, I am. I want to do it, but only if you are OK with it. It has to be a shared decision. I wouldn't want to do it if it was going to hurt you Si. I don't want to spoil what we have. But I really, really want to stay."

Simon paused for a minute too, aware that they were crossing a line here. Wondering if he could handle it.

"Yes, do it Emma, if you're sure," he said eventually. "Just the once and then we can see how we both are about it."

Her face broke into a big grin, happy to know that they may be able to stay after all. At the very least the hundred would tide them over for another week.

She leaned across the table and they kissed, excitedly.

"You're going to have a whore for a girlfriend," she giggled.

"Yeah, that could be kind of sexy. Maybe. Although, like Hans said, you'll be more like a Sugar Babe if you do decide to make it a regular thing," he said stroking her face and kissing her again.

"But just the once, and then we see how we feel about it, OK?" he said a bit more soberly.

"Just the once, my lovely man" she said fondly.

"Hey, here he comes now, my slutty girl, your Sugar Daddy!" said Simon looking to the end of the quay.

As he walked back towards the table Hans could see from the look on their faces that they had made a decision. And he was pretty sure it was one he was going to like.

Smiling, encouragingly, he sat down and looked from one to the other.

"Well, what's it's to be then?"

Emma took a deep breath.

"I'll do it. Just the once OK? Then we'll take it from there."

Hans face broke into a wide grin,

"Fantastic, I was hoping you'd say that. And you're alright with this Simon?"

"Yes, sure. We're agreed, just the once - you know, a trial run to see how we handle it."

"So, when do you want to do it?" asked Emma, a little nervous now that she was committed to such a taboo thing.

"Now would be good don't you think? No time like the present!" urged Hans, eagerly. His hand had slipped under the table and was stroking Emma's soft, smooth thigh.

"Alright, I guess so," replied Emma, "Where we will we go to .... you know ... to do it?"

"We can go onto the beach, it's dark and there's no one down there now."

"Oh! I hadn't expected to do it outside. Are you sure it will be OK?"

"Sure the beach is deserted, I checked it out when I went for my walk."

He stood up.

"Come on, we'll be just fine."

They walked along the beach for a few hundred metres, well away from the lights of the quayside tavernas. They stopped where a row of trees lined the edge of the sand, sheltering them from the curious eyes of anyone who might be walking along the path that ran alongside the beach.

"Here should do," said Hans, eager to get on with it.

Emma watched as he took his wallet out of his pocket, opened it and took out two fifties.

"One hundred we agreed, OK?"

"Sure, thanks" said Emma as she took the money, her whore-money she realised, and stuffed it in her shorts pocket.

"Perhaps you could keep watch for us, Simon. Let us know if anyone is coming," suggested Hans.

Emma stood facing him, wondering how to proceed. She didn't have to wait long to find out. His big hands reached out and cupped her pert little breasts over her t-shirt.

"Mmmm, nice," he said appreciatively as he squeezed and fondled them.

"It would be better if you took your top off though."

"Oh, sure," said Emma grasping the hem and lifting it off over her head and dropping it onto the sand.

She stood there, naked from the waist up. Her breasts were not particularly large but were very prominent on her slim frame. They were perfect, firm pyramids, with pink, perky nipples that were now erect and pointing straight at him.

"Wow, don't you look good!"

His hands cupped them again, squeezing, stroking and pulling at them.

"Beautiful, absolutely beautiful," he murmured.

She stood there letting him fondle her, and dropped her hand to the front of his shorts to feel his cock, keen to get an idea of what she would be dealing with. She found he was pretty hard already. It felt like it was a good size, but not too large.

His hands left her tits and he put them on her shoulders, gently pushing her down.

"I think it's time to get to work, Emma. Time to earn your money."

She dropped to her knees on the sand, hooked her fingers into the waist of his shorts and pulled them down. His cock sprang out, medium length but thick, hard and uncircumsized, just how she liked them.

She paused for a moment, looking at it, before reaching out and taking it in both hands. She stroked its rigid, veiny length, pulling back the foreskin and relishing the sight of the bulbous, purple head that was revealed.

"Come on Emma, you know what to do," said Hans, putting one hand on the back of her head and gently pushing her towards his waiting cock.

She leaned forward and gave the head a first, tentative lick. She kissed it and swirled her tongue around it. There was a slightly salty taste, pre-cum she thought, but otherwise it was nice and clean.

There was a bit more pressure on her head from Hans.

"Suck it Emma. Suck my cock, pretty girl."

She opened her mouth and took in the head, running her tongue around it. She started to bob up and down, gradually taking in more of his stiff shaft each time. One hand stroked and squeezed the base of his cock, the other fondled his balls.

"That's it. Good girl. That's so good," murmured Hans, encouragingly.

As she continued working his dick she started to get turned on too. She had always liked sucking cocks but this was even more exciting than normal. Here she was naked from the waist up, in the open air, kneeling in front of a man she'd only met a couple of hours ago, sucking his cock for money!

She should have been disgusted with herself she thought but, the fact was, this was an experience she was enjoying far more than she thought she would. If this was being a whore, then she liked it!

Her hand left his balls and slipped down between her legs, rubbing her pussy over her shorts. She knew it wouldn't take much to get herself to cum.

But Hans noticed what she was doing.

"Both hands on me Emma. You're here to pleasure me, not yourself," he said sternly.

Guiltily she quickly moved her hand from her pussy and took hold of Hans' balls again, gently squeezing them and rolling them around with her fingers.

Simon was watching the beach, but was just as often watching his girlfriend sucking off this man. His beautiful girlfriend turned into a paid whore. He could see her growing enthusiasm for her task, and his cock was soon tenting out his shorts.

"Mmm, you're good at that aren't you Emma? Somehow I thought you would be."

His hand was stroking her hair, or her cheek as she worked at him.

"Faster now Em. You're getting me there, my dirty little slut."

His hands were holding her head now and he was moving his hips in a fucking motion. Not a hard face-fucking, but just in sync with her bobbing movements.

"Yesss. Oh that's good. I'm going to cum soon, Emma. I'm going to cum in your slutty mouth. You're going to get such a mouthful."

Emma was not normally submissive, but she realised she was excited by his dirty talk and his controlling manner. His money in her pocket meant she was there just to please him. She realised that was all she wanted to do and she was determined to make a good job of it.

His hands held her head more firmly, as if he was afraid she was going to back away at the crucial moment. But there was no chance of that. Emma sucked harder and faster, eager to complete the job.

"Yes, yessss! Here it comes," he hissed.

"Swallow it all, like a good slut, Emma, swallow it all. That's what I'm paying you for."

"Oh, ohh, ooohhhhh!" he groaned as he erupted into her mouth.

She thrilled at the feeling of her customers spunk spurting into her eager and obliging mouth. She swallowed again and again with each spurt of the hot, sticky semen.

"Oooohhhh! Fuck, fuck, fuuuck!" he cried out as he emptied the last of his load into her.

He held her head a while longer, his slowly softening cock still in her mouth, letting his breath get back to normal, enjoying the sight of her lovely face pressed into his groin.

"Pheww! That was fantastic," he said as he finally let his cock slip out.

"You are good at that, darling, so fucking good!" he said with a chuckle.

"Thanks, I aim to please," said Emma, smiling up at him, her satisfied customer.

She licked her lips and fumbled in her pocket for tissues to wipe up the slight dribble of cum that had escaped from the side of her mouth.

"You can finish yourself off now if you want," Hans said, generously!

She was so worked-up she readily did as he suggested. Her hand burrowed down into her shorts. Her fingers slid across her wet lips, before finding their way into her hot, needy cunt. She kneeled there with her eyes closed and her mouth open, panting rhythmically as she frigged herself, desperate for her orgasm. Her other hand joined the first inside her shorts, rubbing around her hard little clit.

It only took a couple of minutes before she was nearing her climax. She was oblivious of her audience, the two guys fascinated by her performance.

And then she was there. Her hips gyrated convulsively as waves of pleasure swept through her. If there had been anyone else on the beach they would have heard her long, drawn-out moan as she reached her much needed release.

Her breath started to get back to normal as she began to calm down a bit. She opened her eyes, as she came back down to earth, kneeling on the sand with her messed up hair, the taste of cum in her mouth and her sticky love juice on her fingers.

She looked up at the two of them, slightly embarrassed at having put on such a show for them.

"Did you enjoy that, guys?" she said with a giggle.

"Did I ever," said Hans enthusiastically, "that was amazing!"

The look on Simons' face was a mixture of love, surprise and sheer lust.

"Emma you trollop," he said with a grin. "I think I need to get you back to our room now."

After they had tidied themselves up, Hans suggested they exchange phone numbers.

"I'll call you in a couple of days and we can talk then, OK?"

"Yes sure, great," said Emma.

Once that was done Hans kissed her cheek

"I hope I'm going to see you again, Emma."

"I think there's a good chance that you will Hans," she said sexily, giving his cock a last squeeze.

"Simon, I think you need to get this girl back to your room and give her good fucking."

"That's exactly what I'm going to do," said Simon with a grin, taking her by the hand and hurrying back towards the village.