Paulette Smalls - Come and get it!

The lushly carpeted long, long hallway, broken every ten feet or so by the ever repeating image of door after door, on both sides of the hallway, was completely empty and quiet. As the elevator doors thumped together behind her, Val turned to the right and began walking down the hall, the sound of her feet muffled by the thick carpeting, frayed in spots, already beginning to show signs of wear.

She found the door leading to the stairs, and before she opened it, she looked both ways down the hallway, just to make certain she was unobserved. The hallway was completely empty. Val turned the knob and pushed open the heavy metal door, stepping into a small empty area, six-by-eight feet wide. It was made of concrete, painted stark white, and illuminated by a single stark light bulb screwed into a fixture on the wall. Next to the bulb there was a fire extinguisher and a long coil of fire hose, folded up like an accordion. Next to that was the other door. Val walked over to it and opened it.

She was on the stairs, completely alone, and suddenly she began to tremble with anxiety. It was so quiet and lonely, and she began to wonder what she really was doing there. So much had happened in two weeks, she realized. She wondered if she would ever be the same woman again.

The anxiety passed; as it had been doing all day, and Val felt herself calming. Leaning back against the heavy metal door, she was aware of its coldness reaching her even though she was wearing a sweater over her dress. There was a dampness in the air, a dank mustiness, and she could see why John – her, first John – had thought of this place. It was absolutely deserted. It was so big and empty sounding she doubted if anyone ever went there. She had a feeling she was in some kind of tomb, or had somehow gotten inside of the hotel's skeleton.

Just outside the door against which she was leaning, there was a large rectangular area, ten feet long, five feet wide, joined by the two sets of stairs, one coming down from the floor above, the other going down to the floor below. The walls were painted the same flat white color that the previous area had been, only out here there was no attempt to even make it seem clean or attractive. The walls were bare cinder block, and the floors were dirty and unswept. The banister for the concrete stairs was a length of pipe.

Val walked over to the stairs and looked down. She could see all the way down, all the endless flights of stairs with their pipe banisters, the same unchanged image repeating itself again and again. When she looked up, she saw the same thing. The hallway and stairs were absolutely quiet, and when she walked back over to the door, she was very aware of the clicking sound her heels made. There was even an echo.

She began to masturbate.

Hitting her with alternating waves of dread and depravity, Val found her mood swinging from one extreme to another. The realization of what she was doing – that she was a prostitute, about to suck some man's cock for money!! – nearly drove her mad with insatiable lust. It was a fantasy come true and she was living it! To know that she was going to suck his cock, that he was going to come in her mouth, spilling his hot sperm down her throat, made her body ache with desire, and she had to do something to relieve herself or she'd scream. God, it was so fantastic she couldn't believe it.

Val pulled up the skirt of her dress, holding it up with one hand, and she yanked down her panty hose and panties, not caring that she ripped them. Her belly was pale and the dark brown hair covering her snatch was damp with perspiration. She pressed two fingers against the edge of her cuntal mound, and the loose lips spread wide apart, exposing her hot throbbing clitoris. She began to masturbate rapidly, feeling the pleasure surging down her legs, her crotch a sopping mass, the cool damp air stinging her naked, exposed flesh, turning her on even more.

Her thoughts filled with the wildest, most depraved fantasies she could summon, Val was suddenly struck by a particularly exciting notion, and it made her moan out loud. Not only did the thought make her even wetter than she already was, it was an idea she could implement. She hurried to do so, aching to see the look on John's face when he discovered it. It was so wicked it made her want to come.

Holding her dress up with one hand, walking bow-legged because, of the panty hose and panties stretched across her thighs, Val moved away from the door. She walked straight ahead, stopping at the wall directly in front of the door. Turning around, she leaned back against the cold, dirty bricks, and resumed her masturbation. When John walked through that door, he was going to get some surprise. The first thing he would see was Val's wide open, wet, finger-stuffed pussy.

"Ohhh!" Val moaned. Outside, the door had opened. She closed her eyes and pressed her fingers hard against her clitoris. It was about to happen! "Oh… oh!"

"Val…" she heard John call out, his voice coming to her muffled through the heavy fire door. "You in here, little lady?"

"In here!" Val cried, grunting with pleasure, pushing her middle finger in and out of her cunt hole. Wetness oozed out of her and made her fingers sticky. "I'm right here, baby!"

The door opened.

"So here you – well, will you looka that!" John's eyes were open wide, and his jaw was slack with surprise. But for only an instant, for as his brain sorted out what was happening, his expression went from shock to one of absolute lechery. He stepped out onto the stairway quickly, closing the door behind him. "Jesus, will you looka that! You must be some hot bitch, ain't ya?"

"The hottest," Val said, fingering her pussy for him. She ground her hips around, thrusting them forward, teasing him with her cunt. "And the wettest. And the horniest! Come here and give me your cock. I want to suck it!"

Fondling himself through his pants, his cock already stiff and hard, John stepped swiftly toward Val, his other hand stretched out in front of him, eager to dip his fingers into her quim. Even as he walked, he was tugging at his zipper, trying to pull his cock out of his pants. He stopped in front of her, his cock out, long and fat and pink, jerking himself off as he stared at Val's pussy. Without losing a stroke, he reached out to touch her.

"Uh-uh!" Val said, smiling, jerking her hips back so that he just missed touching her cunt. "If you want my body you've got to pay me."

John smiled. "Oh, surely. Just my impatience, little lady." He removed his wallet from the inside pocket of his sports coat, removing a crisp twenty and an old, crumpled five. "Twenty-five, right?"

Val reached out and grabbed the money. "Right!" She crumpled it into a ball in her fiat and shoved it into the pocket of her sweater. Then she thrust her hips out toward him, offering John her wet, hairy slit. "Now you can do anything you want!"

He reached out and touched her cunt, carefully, almost gently, curling his short, thick fingers over the edge of her pussy. Squeezing in with a powerful grip, he began to masturbate her, his touch surprisingly tender. He ran his middle finger down her slit to her cunt hole. Slowly he inserted it inside her.

"Oh… you're very wet. And hot."

"I am hot." Val closed her eyes, grinding her hips around tightly while John's finger pushed in and out. She couldn't believe how wicked she felt. "I'm very turned on. I find you an exciting man… Oh! Push your finger in harder! All the way in. Oh, that's it." She squeezed her cunt closed in appreciation, grinding the walls of her leaking passageway against his stroking finger. "Can you feel that?"

"Oh yes. I can feel it very well." He pumped his cock slowly, using his thumb to flit at her clit. "You have a lovely cunt. May I – kiss it?"

Val shuddered. "Sure, go ahead. I don't mind. I love having my pussy licked."