Dan Webster - Forced into damnation

"Let me do that," he said.

"Sure thing, hon," she answered. "Whatever turns you on." She moved her shoulders sensuously from side to side shaking her tits in the john's face as he hooked his fingers into the elastic top of her panties and slid them over her hips and ass. She had lost a lot of weight in the past few months, but her hips and tits were still full and shapely. It was a good thing, too, because the competition for business on Eighth Avenue had become pretty stiff.

When she was nude, Connie stepped backwards until she felt the mattress nudging at the back of her knees. She allowed herself to topple over onto the bed and lay, there looking up for the first time at the john who had picked her up at the corner of Eighth Avenue and Forty-First Street. He was middle-aged, pudgy, and pasty white – like most of them. The elastic waistband of his ridiculously flowered undershorts underlined the swell of his paunch. She could see the outline of his cock, raising the loose material from inside and pushing it away from the front of his body.

She shrugged mentally. So what if he isn't a glamour boy, she thought. Fuck 'em and forget 'em. That's the name of the game. She watched the silly shorts slide down over his chubby white legs, freeing his stiff cock from their confinement. Although he was nude, he made no move to approach the bed. Connie knew his type. They thought, that their ten bucks bought the whole night. Didn't any of them realize that shs had more important things to do than lie around some cheap Eighth Avenue hotel room sprawling nakedly on a spongy mattress while the johns took their time, getting their kicks by looking?

"Come on, hon," she said, her voice taking on a falsely seductive tone. "Your big beautiful cock is turning me on. Don't keep me waiting." She saw the john's face break into a smile in response to the "whore's lie". Poor bastard, she thought. He's so starved for female company that he'll believe any shit I sling at him.

"My goodness," she said. "What a big dick you have I haven't seen a cock like that in weeks. Come on over here and give me some of it."

"Do you really think it's big?" the john asked, his face beaming like a kid who just got a hundred on a spelling test. He walked to the edge of the bed and stood there, his prick jutting straight out from his body.

Connie sat up and took the stiffly swollen organ in her hand. "Tremendous," she said. "Would you like me to kiss it?" She had to do something to get the ball rolling. It had been hours since her last fix and her skin was already beginning to itch. She held her face close to the trembling head of the man's cock and warmly breathed on it, seeing it jerk violently as it increased in length and girth.

"Oh, yes," he cooed. "Kiss it. Just a little. But go slow. I don't want this to end too fast."

Connie planted a gentle kiss on the quivering head of his prick, watching a drop of thick lubricant ooze from the blunt eye at its tip. She snaked out her tongue, tasting the pungent fluid before opening her mouth wide to accept the entire bulbous knob.

Holding the head of his prick lightly between her lips, she ran her tongue rapidly across it in a swirling circular motion which brought the palpitating organ to full throbbing erection. Then she moved her head downward, swallowing as much of his thickly hard shank as she could and nibbling expertly with her lips at the silky skin which covered its length.

He won't be able to take too muck of this, she thought. His hips were already beginning to move forward and back with a rhythmic cadence and a long low moan of pleasure was already bubbling from his lips. She reached up to cup his balls in her hand, running her fingernails gently across the hair-covered skin of his wrinkled sack. She juggled the two fat stones around in her fingers, stimulating them to produce their hot load of bubbling fluid.

The john drew his breath in gaspingly as the shapely young prostitute's fingers toyed with his scrotum. This one's a real eyeful, he thought. Although he knew most of the Eighth Avenue streetwalkers by sight, he had never seen this one before. She couldn't have been around for long. Her skin was white and smooth and her body was still firm and beautiful. Although he could see needle scars on her thighs and upper arms, it was obvious that she hadn't been an addict for long. Couple of months. Three or four, tops, he guessed.

He liked the way that she was licking and playing with his cock – almost as though she was really enjoying it. Maybe she was fresh and new. Maybe she hadn't been hustling long enough to become jaded like the rest of them. His prick surged with quivering excitement. Maybe I can even make her cum, he thought.

Connie felt her nipples hardening as she sucked the john's quivering penis, its spicy flavor filling her mouth. Maybe he'll be able to hold out long enough to satisfy me, she hoped. Maybe he won't be like all the rest. But deep down inside her, she knew that it wouldn't be so when they had to pay for sex, shopping openly on the street for the companionship of a woman, they never thought about anything but their own pleasure… What the hell, she thought. I guess that's what they're paying for.

The john was crooning softly now, his passion rising as Connie sucked his cock expertly and efficiently. He ought to be ready by now, she thought, letting the throbbing organ slip from her mouth and looking up at him, a quick mechanical smile flitting across her face.

"Oh," she moaned, like an actress repeating her lines for the umpteentb time. "I'm so hot. I want you in my cunt." She lay back on the spongy mattress and, spread her legs invitingly. "Come on, hon," she said. "I can't wait any longer."

The john crawled onto the bed, hovering over her for a moment on all fours. His cock was throbbing painfully, and the sight of her glisteningly juicy cunt was arousing him as much as the blowjob. She really looked like she was excited. Maybe she was different.

He crawled between her widely splayed thighs, holding his stiff cock in his hand. Then he worked his way toward her gaping cunt, its inner folds peeking pinkly out at him from between the puffy red lips. He lowered himself onto her, guiding his cock with his hand until it found the moist slit. He inserted it carefully, easing himself down as the long throbbing rod of flesh slid into her pussy.

She was all warm and wet inside, making it easy for him to penetrate her to the hilt. As soon as he had gotten it in, she wrapped her legs around his thighs, pressing her cunt insistently against his hairy pubic mound. She could feel his cock inside her, slipping and sliding like a fish out of water. Then he began to hump his hips rhythmically, working the palpitating meat in and out of her, pulling back until only the throbbing head remained enveloped by the folds of moist cuntal flesh, and then ramming forward until the erect organ was once again buried to its hair covered base in the slurping mass of drolling cuntal membrane.

She began rocking her hips up and down, synchronizing her movements to coincide with his. As he moved back, pulling his prick almost out of her pussy, she pressed her buttocks against the mattress. Then, as he surged forward, she lifted herself up to meet his thrust, feeling his hard unyielding pubic bone crash relentlessly against her clitoral mound.

The little button of her clit was stiffening, poking its scarlet head out of the tent of flesh which surrounded it, and bringing itself erectly against the stiffly curling hairs of his genital area as he rammed into her again. Connie felt her juices beginning to flow, lubricating the inner walls of her twat until it was slimy with her sexual secretions. Her breathing had deepened and was becoming raspy. For a moment, she thought that she might actually get off. It would be her first orgasm in weeks.