He kisses me on the lips before sinking his cock into me causing my nails to dig into his back. He slowly begins to move in and out of me deliberately grinding against my pelvis and my clit causing me to moan even louder than I already was. I tighten my legs around his waist forcing him even deeper and relishing in the feeling of him being there.
“Baby, you feel so fucking good. Each time I think there is no way it could get better but it does.” His hands grip my hips and he starts to speed up his pace, with each thrust my body peaks so close to release it’s agonizing. I throw my head back and arch into him begging for more. Cam’s hands slip around to my butt and lift me off the bed as he uses the weight of my body to drive into me even harder. I scream as my orgasm rips through me, Cam speeds up and it prolongs the effects making my body almost spasm in pleasure. He lets out a groan and finally stills taking mercy on my used and exhausted body.
I hear a muffled ringing and Cam stands up. I’m too tired to open my eyes and pay any attention to what is going on until I hear his reply to whoever is on the other end.
“Fuck!”
Shattered Innocence
By: Alexis Noelle
Chapter One
As I sit there pretending to be interested in what the man across from me is saying I can’t help but hate my fucking life. Granted, it’s my own damn fault I’m here and in this situation but it doesn’t make me hate it any less. I’m not one of those dumb ass girls who blame all of their troubles on their parents or anyone else. Did my parents completely suck at life? Yes. Did I have a shitty ass childhood? Yes. However, I have a mind of my own and this is where it has led me.
I sweetly smile at the douche as he goes on some more about his fancy fucking shit that I could care less about. Honestly, I don’t understand why this is part of the fucking job description. Granted, I work for one of the more high-class escort services but let’s call it like it is, I’m a damn prostitute. I don’t need to be wined and dined; I’m kind of a sure thing.
The waitress brings the check and places it on the table, thank God. I just need to get upstairs handle my business and get out of here. I hate having to pretend I’m interested in these guys but usually that’s how you get regulars and build a client list. Instead of just paying his bill, the dipshit across from me feels it necessary to take out all of the money in his wallet, slowly counting and fanning it out at the same time. Men like him are completely pathetic. When you need to flaunt material things it means something is lacking either in your head or in your pants.
We take the walk to the elevators and he has his arm firmly planted around my waist. I see him making sure that he makes eye contact with everyone possible; little do they know he’s fucking paying me for it. As we step into the elevator he positions me in front of him, and pulls me back until our bodies are smashed together. I’m guessing his aim is for me to be impressed about his obvious erection. I can tell just by feeling it now that there isn’t shit that’s impressive about it.
His hands slowly travel up and caress my breasts. I make the obligatory oohs in my breathy voice that drives every ass hat like him insane. As we walk to his room I check the time on my phone. It’s 9:30 at night; hopefully I can get out of here within an hour and be home by eleven. I am assuming that this guy will be easy and it won’t take very much for me to get him there. He looks like he hasn’t be laid since the Virgin Mary gave birth to Jesus.
Unlike many other girls, I don’t charge by time. I charge them by the amount of orgasms they want to have. I still have a time limit though because some assholes will hold that shit in forever. It works out better for me this way because if I get someone who looks as pathetic and inexperienced as him, I can usually get out of here pretty damn quick.
When we get into the hotel room he slams me up against the door and attacks my neck with his mouth. I stifle a giggle at how ridiculous this is. Guys like this always amaze me, the ones that think they are hot shit and that they really turn you on.
“Take off your dress.”
He backs away from me, his eyes slowly scanning my body waiting to see what’s under my clothes. I think this part is worse than the sex. This is the only time in the whole process that I actually get a hint of vulnerability. He sits down on the bed waiting for me.
I slowly reach behind my dress and unzip it. I have found that dresses that zip go over much better then ones I need to lift over my head. There is something with men and watching you unzip, then slowly lower your dress down that drives them insane. My dress pools around my feet leaving me in a red lace bra and matching thong, at his request.
He gasps as he takes in my body then begins to quickly undress himself. He has no grace at all during this process fumbling so much that he can barely get the first two buttons of his dress shirt undone. “Why don’t you…” He clears his throat in an attempt to make his strained voice sound more authoritative. “Undress me.” I bite the inside of my lip to keep from laughing. He is trying so hard to be in control when he has absolutely none at all.
I strut over to him and watch as his breathing picks up. When I undo the buttons on his shirt I realize how fast his chest is moving up and down. This one will definitely be easy. As I slide his shirt off of his chest, I lower myself to the floor in front of him. Mr. Hot and Ready paid for two orgasms, one from oral and one from sex. Most girls would think my way of setting appointments was ridiculous, but for me it gives me a goal and once it’s done I can leave.
I release his belt, slide his zipper down and then pull off his pants in one quick motion. Are you kidding me? He’s wearing fucking tighty whities. I mentally shake my head. I take off the offending underwear and slowly begin to work my hand over what he thinks is impressive. The minute my fingers touch him he throws his head back. I lower my head to him taking him in my mouth and enjoy knowing that this will be over fast.
He was warned of my rules before our meeting. I will not kiss the clients on the mouth, nor will I swallow. Both of those acts are too intimate, and just disgusting with half of the men that I deal with. Within two minutes I have him releasing himself all over my hand.
“Fuck, that was good.” I look up at him. “Now for number two.” He smiles a yellow-toothed smile and I cringe. This shit needs to be fast so I can get the hell out of here. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, then slides backward on the bed. I slide my underwear down then grab a condom out of my clutch. He is still rock hard which will only make my job so much easier. I slide it over him and climb on top of him. As I ride him he roughly grasps at my breasts and treats them almost as if he were turning a doorknob. No wonder he has to pay for it, he is horrible at this shit. He really needs to take advantage of my other service, but I have learned my lesson about offering that shit to clients.
Aside from just being as escort I also teach men how to have sex, and how to do it right. That is what this sad piece of a man really needs. I can feel his body start to tense. Thank God. When he releases himself his face contorts and it takes everything in me not to laugh. I have thought this more than once tonight so that means he really is as horrible as I have mentally accused him of being. I climb off of him and begin to get dressed.
“You’re leaving already?”
As I zip my dress back up I turn around to look at him. “Yep.”
I walk out and close the door, no doubt leaving him dumbfounded. This is just another normal weekend night for me though. Jessica Evans….. college student by day, high-class escort by night.