Message-ID: <13395eli$9807261133@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Nick Subject: {ASS} "Whore!" by Nick (M/F fun & games) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <3.0.1.32.19980726011724.0079fc20@pop3.demon.co.uk> "Whore!" by Nick (c) Nick - July 1998 This story is intended for adults and contains explicit sex scenes. If it is illegal for you to read such literature for whatever reason then don't. This is distributed for entertainment purposes only and the copyright belongs solely to the author (Nick). You may copy, store and pass it on, but you may not alter it or make any money out of it without the authors permission. Any comments e-mail me at Nick@cassandra.demon.co.uk ----------------------------------- "Whore!" he hissed into her ear. Her body jerked as if struck by a lash. "Slut!" She moaned, writhing on top of him, her sudden wetness flowing over his fingers which had been gently stroking her pussy. Somewhere in the back of his mind he marvelled at how it was possible for mere words had to generate such a powerful physiological reaction. However, aware that the number of words that you could use to abuse a woman were limited, he decided on a more ambitious approach. "You'd do it with anything in trousers." She barely suppressed a giggle and kissed him. "Come on big boy," she smiled, "give me some of your meat!" She rarely said anything during lovemaking and he was momentarily shocked. He reappraised his approach. "Filthy bitch!" She sat astride him, her smile fading as her eyes smouldered once more. As he kneaded her breasts, she moved her hips gently downward, biting her lip in anticipation as she felt him against the outer lips of her sex. She gasped as, with a quick thrust of his hips he was inside her. Children had not been kind to the muscles of her nether regions and her spasms were weak. It was not the physical sensations that gave him his orgasm, rather the sight of her still beautiful body bucking and jerking on top of him, her dark hair whipping about her face, the sounds of her pleasure... yes he emptied himself inside her, his penis ejecting sperm like an unwelcome visitor. Finally, she tumbled forward, kissing him and kissing him. "Tell me you'll still love me in the morning," she sighed. "You always say that, and I always do," he smiled, then he added "... my little whore!" She hit him with a pillow, and he wrestled her back to the bed, pinning her arms. Safe from further assault, he thought he'd push his luck a little more. "How much do you normally charge anyway?" "Ooooooh you...", she struggled some more but he bore down on her, kissing her full on the lips when she finally stopped turning her head from side to side to avoid him. **** "Well what do you think?" What he thought couldn't really be put into more words than were expressed by a stifled gasp. For a moment only her voice gave him any reliable indicator as to who she was. Her face was barely recognisable under the mask of stunningly provocative make-up and her bright lipstick matched the red lurex dress would have left her crotch exposed if it had been an inch shorter. OK, so she was slightly more rounded now than when he had first met her, but that mattered little to him. He stood up and went to her. "Not so fast, big boy," she stepped back holding up a warning hand, "there's no such thing as a free lunch you know!" For a moment he was puzzled. "Shall we say fifty quid?" she said. There was a moments pause, as he studied her face. Would this actually cost him money, or was she just teasing? It seemed a pointless transaction on the face of it anyway, but she actually looked serious enough. Then his eyes narrowed. "Done!" he said, "but..." and he paused for effect, "... you do anything I tell you." Her eyes widened slightly. "Is that clear?" "A... Anything?" she whispered after a short pause. "Anything. Take it or leave it." She nodded. He recognised that look on her face - a look which normally took many minutes of heavy foreplay to achieve. There was no way she would have said no. She swallowed hard as slowly he pulled the leather belt from his waistband... **** "Shit!" he muttered under his breath. She was out there waiting for him and he was nearly two hours late. Bloody last-minute meetings. No agenda set, nothing achieved, but no choice but to sit there through the drivel. An accident on the motorway had delayed him further, and in his hurry to get back, he had almost caused another one. Christ what must she be thinking of him, out on the street dressed like that so they could play their little game. His heart skipped a beat. Oh God, was she safe? Where was she? He screeched round the corner to where they had arranged the "pick up", but there was no sign of her. Given up? There would be hell to pay for this. Had she gone home? She must have done. Once more round the block, just in case. She was there now. He slid to a halt and she walked quickly over, awkward on her stilettos. "Where the fuck have you been?" her face appeared suddenly, snarling, at the passenger window. Without waiting for a reply, she got in, flashing her thighs as the tight dress rode unavoidably. "Look, I..." "Fucking unbelievable!" she gritted as he drove off. "I'm..." "Do you know how long I've been waiting?" "I really..." "...dressed like... this!" He was silent. He glanced at her sheepishly, and down at her thighs. Clearly off limits tonight. They drove for a while, the atmosphere electric as she sat beside him breathless in her anger. "Over there!" she barked suddenly. "What?" "There, turn left." He did as he was told, without knowing why. A dead end, the road lead nowhere. "Stop the car." As he slowed, she was already wrestling with the seat belt. His heart sank. He shouldn't let her walk home. That was not her intention though. Barely had the car stopped, and she was suddenly astride him, her lips locked on his, her breath hot on his face. Momentarily surprised, he recoiled defensively, but the tiny dress was up around her waist and his hands went to her bare cheeks almost instinctively, pulling her down onto him as he squeezed her yielding flesh. She moaned urgently as she wrestled with the waistband of his pants. Pulled aside the floss of her exotic panties, he became aware of how wet she was. It seemed to be flowing down her thighs. She had never been this way before. She positively shrieked as he entered her, and almost immediately her orgasm shuddered through her body. She held onto him so tightly that she almost broke his neck against her shoulder as her juddering body relieved itself of her lust. Finally she relaxed, and flopped back onto the passenger seat leaving him staring in shock at the huge stain on his trousers. He looked up at her uncertainly and she smiled back at him. "Er, wasn't that a case of premature ejaculation?" he said dubiously. She hit him with her handbag. "Owww, that hurt!" The little bag, empty when she had gone out, was now unexpectedly heavy. Well what is a lady to do with herself for two hours when she is on the streets dressed like a tart? -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----