Skye Warren - Short Smut, Vol. 1

“ She’s a handful,” Jack told him.

“ I believe it,” College Boy said. To my relief, he sounded normal and non-crazy.

“ You don’t have to take my word for it.”

“ Huh?”

Jack guided me over and pressed me into the seat next to him. College Boy seemed nervous about that. I turned toward him and stared, perhaps a little too intensely. I was turned on and steaming like a bachelor pad Jacuzzi, breathing deeply through wet, messy, fresh-kissed lips. I wanted to memorize his features. In the first five seconds of sitting close to him I knew I could fuck him.

“ Think of her as a short-term girlfriend,” Jack said. “I have to do something for about ten minutes, so you keep her company. You can make out with her.”

“ I- what?” College Boy glanced at me, and I nodded.

“ A dollar a minute,” Jack added.

Too high! I thought. He’ll never go for it.

So help me, a part of me wanted to just work for free until I gained enough experience.

College Boy still didn’t move.

“ Marylou,” Jack said, “hold his hand.”

I took one of his hands in both of mine. He glanced at me tremulously. I loved that he was nervous. His hand felt strange and hot. I was so turned on.

“ Kiss his hand,” Jack said.

I gave it a long kiss on the palm. His fingers curled around my face.

“ Isn’t she great?” Jack asked. “Put his finger in your mouth.”

I finally had something to suck. I closed my lips over his forefinger and slid them down to the knuckles, washing his finger with my tongue. I sucked him, moving his hand in and out, watching his awed expression.

I didn’t even know his name.

I was such a whore!

“ She’s good at this,” Jack said. “Marylou likes hooking up with guys. Only, we need gas money.”

“ All I have is ten dollars left,” College Boy said with deep regret. “I just bought my ticket.”

I plied him with more finger blow-job. I tried to be sexy — I wanted this gig!

He wavered.

“ Dollar a minute?” he asked. “To make out?”

We had him!

“ See you in ten,” Jack said. He gave me a proud look and turned away. In the distance, Dean gave me a thumbs-up.

It wasn’t fucking or sucking, but it was whoring. I slid onto his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. He was immediately distracted by my cleavage, and I had to hook his chin and draw his eyes up.

“ Kiss me, gorgeous,” I whispered.

He tentatively opened his mouth. I was already hot and ready to go-I could have swarmed all over him, but that would have probably been terrifying. Instead, I started with some light kisses that were the right mix of eager and shy.

He learned fast and kissed me more deeply. His mouth wasn’t fresh, but then I didn’t want it to be. He was a stranger and I wanted him to taste strange… that was the turn-on.

The kissing turned hot. He realized I was the Full Girlfriend Experience and didn’t leave his hands on my back. They slid down to my ass and under the hem of my short dress. His fingers met my skin, sending shivers up my spine.

Then his hands slid around to my front, intimately learning every curve of my body, and latched onto my breasts. My mouth was on his so I couldn’t talk, but my approval came out as a low, needy moan. His hands slid inside my dress. He palmed my hard nipples. The strange hands felt sensual as they lifted and squeezed my breasts.

“ You’re such a young whore,” he gasped.

“ I’m twenty.”

“ You’re also really cheap.”

He knew just the right things to say to me. I grabbed one hand out of my top and shoved it between my legs. My burning hot pussy met his fingers and exploded with sensation. He delved into me, and I threw my head back with a gasp. I opened my legs to give him deeper access-who cared if we were in the middle of a bus depot?

I stretched in his arms, my spine cracking. His fingers worked in me-either he was very good at this, or I was simply very receptive. My chest popped out of the dress-that bodice was useless for holding in breasts but perfect for a hooker. College Boy latched on to my hard nipple and swished it with his tongue. With nips and licks, he got down to business-sucking deeply as he finger-banged me.

I wanted to be kissing him-this man I didn’t know.

This man I didn’t know.

I opened my eyes. The bus depot looked upside-down to my point of view, and the grimy, trash-strewn linoleum floor was my new sky. Beaten-up chairs filled that sky, several of them containing strange men. The men watched me with mesmerized eyes, as if from above, like I was lying beneath them. They met my eyes, some boldly. Men I didn’t know.

Men I could know.

A girl could get used to this, I thought, and then my vision turned white.

College Boy’s fingers found the right location inside me, with the right balance of squeezing, rubbing, and tugging. He felt my body tighten and clamped down on my nipple.

Orgasm flooded through me like a warm red wave. I don’t think I made a noise, but it was no secret what I was feeling. I simply lay in his arms, listening with a body that had turned completely sensitive. I felt his heartbeat in his legs, I felt the ridges of his fingers as they slid over my sex, I felt the wafts of his breath.

When I opened my eyes, my vision was spinning. Jack stood next to us, waiting with his hand out.

College Boy was still breathing hard when he passed over two five dollar bills. “Worth it.”

I glowed with accomplishment and pride.

“ Thank you, that was amazing,” I said. I pecked him on the cheek.

“ Wait-!” He looked so woeful I had to smile. “You’re going already?”

“ Do you have more money?” Jack was enjoying being a bad-ass pimp.

“ Not right now… but later?”

“ Then talk to us later.”

I took his phone and punched in my email address. “Write me if you’re near College Town. I’m a dollar a minute. Tell your friends.”

Jack led me away-but not back to Dean. I wanted a moment to covet the money I’d earned, to look at it and talk about it, but he led me directly to the men’s restroom.

“ Your next John is here,” he said, pushing through the door.

“ Ooh!” That was more like it. “Some privacy too.”

Jack gave me a flat smile. “Fucking around in the open like you just did, there isn’t a person in the bus station who believes you are an undercover cop. I mean, you were naked and thrashing in that kid’s lap.”

“ There was gas money on the line,” I said.

“ This guy talked to us while you were still coming. You’re his for thirty.”

My next John.

He was a tall man in a nondescript trench coat. Under some scruff, he was actually quite handsome, with planed cheeks and a cleft chin. I thought he looked quite kissable, in fact. Just like the last guy.

I don’t know if that was Marylou’s hooker personality shining through or I was simply lucky to have three relative hotties (counting Jack) for my first day as a whore. I assumed they all wouldn’t be this awesome-

He reached for me and derailed my line of thought. He seemed tentative, as if I would say no to him somehow. I left Jack’s side and stood in front of him, posing as he slowly stroked my cheek.

His fingers ran through my hair. They traced down my temple, jaw, neck, to the line of my strap, and then down to my breast and into my cleavage-the simple, lonely touch made goosebumps break out on my body. I was ready to go again, I was revving like a glossy muscle car.

“ You’re simply gorgeous,” he said. “You are bewitching.”

Good lord, he was French.

“ You’re beautiful too,” I told him, perhaps a little fervently, but I meant it. I wanted him, my body wanted him-and there was no doubt that he would have me. What I liked best about selling myself was the certainty. I knew something was happening. The Frenchman’s mouth opened, not quite a smile, which revealed strong teeth. He smelled like cigarettes as he pulled me close.