Paulette Smalls - Come and get it!

"So you came here?"

"So I came here."

April rubbed her fingers suggestively up the inside of his thighs. "I can make you happy, baby."

"Can you?"

She touched his erect cock, stroking him through his pants. "I can at least make you forget you're sad. For a little while."

Doug smiled. "That's the best offer I've had all night."

He leaned over and kissed April. The prostitute did not try to stop him, but she did nothing to encourage him either. No passion, no flicker of interest moved past her lips. It was like kissing something dead.

"Don't do that, please."

Doug touched his hand to his lips. "Oh. I'm sorry. I don't know what – yes, I, uh – I'm sorry."

April smiled. "That's okay."

"I…"

"You've got to pay me before we can do any thing else."

"How much?"

April stood up and began to undress, moving with an automatic weariness, as functional and unerotic as eating a bologna sandwich. She pulled her transparent nightgown up over her head, the hem of the material catching under the pendulous weight of her tits, causing them to flap as she drew the garment off. Her flesh was pale, bulging slightly over the waistband of her panties. She hooked her fingers into the top of her panties and stripped them down her ample thighs. The hair on her pussy was mousy brown, straggly and dry, looking like scrub. She scratched her pussy as she answered Doug's question.

"Depends on what you want. The usual – you know, half and half – will cost your forty. That's down ten bucks from last year."

"Half and half?" Doug looked at her cunt, wondering how tight it would feel wrapped around his cock. He knew it would feel different than it did when he fucked Val, and that excited him. He wanted to eat her whore's pussy, he wanted to stick his tongue up into her totally violated twat. "What does that mean?"

April looked surprised. "I guess this really is your first time. Half and half is – first I French you, then we fuck."

A shiver went through him. "Oh. That sounds… good. And anything else, I guess, would be…"

"Extra; that's right." She pinched his cock with her expert, teasing fingertips. "You gotta pay me first."

"Yes. Of course." Doug stood, sliding his hand into his pants pocket. He purposely had left his wallet at the hotel, to keep from being identified if anything went wrong, but he'd brought enough money for any possibility. He pulled off two twenties from his bankroll, while his hand was still in his pocket, so that April would never see exactly how much he had with him. The bills were new and crisp and it excited him to feel her fingertips touch his as he handed the money to her. His cock was throbbing powerfully, and he touched himself. "Now what?"

"Now you've got to undress."

He did, stripping his clothing off with a kind of numbed detachment. Feeling vaguely absurd, he stood, completely naked except for his black, knee-high socks, while April inspected his stiff member. She pulled his thick hot cock up and down several times, looked at the glans, and pinched open the pee hole.

Apparently satisfied, she said: "All right. Now lay down on your back on the bed. You're about to get your money's worth."

In place, April began to suck his cock. Propping the lumpy pillow under his head, Doug lay on his back, legs spread wide apart, and he watched her. She sat next to him on the bed, with her broad pink back to him, and she bent over his belly. He watched her tongue slither from between her lips, lick several times up and down over the head of his cock, and then gather the shaft into her mouth, sinking herself down to the base of his hard-on. Hot and wet, her saliva bathed his rigid flesh, and Doug found himself closing his eyes in pleasure, thrusting his hips upward as he began pumping his prick in and out. A tingly feeling spread across his groin, and he began to moan softly.

Reaching out for her, Doug ran his hand down her sweaty back, down to her ass. He thrust his fingers in between the cheeks of her ass, then inched further under her until he was between her thighs. Fingering her from underneath, he could feel her grinding the oozing lips of her pussy all over his hand while her lips pumped erotically up and down around his cock.

"Sit on my face while you eat me," he instructed, trying to lift her. "I want to lick your pussy!"

Saliva trickled from her lips. "I don't usually do that. But maybe for an extra…"

"How much?"

"Ten."

"Five!"

April sat on his face. Straddling his head with her meaty thighs, leaning over him while she sucked his cock, she crushed her pussy into Doug's mouth. He could feel her cunt lips smearing its wetness onto his face, and the powerful reeking randiness of her slit nearly smothered him. Licking her all over, he almost came from wondering how many men had spewed their sperm into the tight channel his tongue was reaming. He could almost taste their pungency.

After that they fucked, and probably because he was so stoned and drunk, Doug had trouble coming. Unlike when that happened with Val, instead of putting him under a lot of pressure, he found the affliction a benefit. He kept on getting hotter and hotter, more and more turned on.

"Let me fuck you up the ass," he said.

"No, I don't do that."

He ground his cock deeply into her cunt. "How much?"

"I…"

Again he thrust. "Fifty? More?"

"What?"

"Seventy-five?" His cock throbbed and swelled.

"Are you serious?"

"A hundred. I'll pay you one hundred dollars to let me fuck you up the ass."

April climbed off him, her eyes glistening. "Give me the money first."

Doug paid her. She counted the money carefully, then put it in the small purse she carried with her. Her nipples were long and pink and stiff, and he could tell she was genuinely excited. Whether it was caused by the money he'd paid her, or by the novelty of what he was about to do to her, he could not tell. Nor did he care. All he wanted to do was fuck her up her ass.

"Lick it first," April instructed, bending over the bed, assuming the position. "And stick your tongue all the way up inside my asshole. Get it very wet, with a lot of saliva. I'm not used to this."

Doug did as she told him, and moments later, his cock was buried between the cheeks of her ass. He drove himself deeply in and out of her rectum, his tense balls dangling against her wet, runny cunt. Because it was the one thing Val had always refused to do for him, and because it had caused him one hundred dollars to get, he could feel himself building toward a powerful orgasm. As he began to come, his lava like discharge erupting into her grinding rump, he began to think about Val. In his imagination, he was fucking her up the ass.

Faced with the choice between using the hotel's Olympic-sized swimming pool, or going to the beach, Val opted for the beach. This time she was determined to get herself it genuine Miami Beach suntan. She remembered with mild amusement what had happened the first time she had visited Florida. On their honeymoon, she and Doug had been in Florida almost two weeks before they went to the beach. And then it had been on their last day, just before they flew back to rainy New York. The combination of a string of rainy days, their enthusiasm for sight-seeing, and their own eagerness to fuck as much as possible, kept them away from the beach until the last possible moment. In order to make up for lost time, they spent the entire day at the beach, and came home with second-degree burns.

It wasn't going to happen again. This time Val was going to get a real tan – slowly and safely. She planned to visit the beach twice each day, at a minimum, beginning with halfhour stretches in the sun, and gradually building up to staying out for several hours. She even carried a portable timer with her, setting it for fifteen minute intervals, so that she would get a full, rounded tan, on all sides.