The prick he held in his hand was a big one, and like the rest of him, it looked cleanly and ruggedly appealing. Still she would have backed out of it if she could have at that point, but the rampant stiffness of his organ precluded that. She had to suck it. She had to do everything he wanted, not because he was paying for it, but because this was the last time she would have to make him happy, and perhaps in so doing, make herself fully happy too. He lay on his back on the bed, she crouched down on elbows and knees beside him, and tried her best to please him.
His cock was delicious, and it was so hard. Its shaft felt like iron, though its head was as softly textured as her lips. He tasted good, too, with the faint scent of soap mingled with his maleness. Sucking his cock, fondling his balls, tickling his loins with her hair, she knew she'd never again have a cock in her without thinking of this one.
His hands were bothering her and then his voice. "Get up here, damnit. I want to eat it too, and I paid for it already, so don't be stubborn."
She didn't stop sucking his cock while he got her in the position for sixty-nine. It was so good she couldn't. His tongue in her cunt was good too, but it was just an added fillip to the real thrills she was getting from swirling her tongue on his prick and sucking it with just the right amount of pressure and gulping down the slow secretion from it. She liked the feeling of his balls in her hand too, and when they spasmodically contracted she fondly squeezed them just a bit harder.
She wasn't ready for it when he began shooting. She should have been forewarned, she realized, by the spasming of his balls, but then it was too late to think of that, for his stuff was gushing into her mouth. All she could think about was getting all of it down her wildly working gullet, and then even that became secondary as an orgasm of tremendous force and depth swept over her almost without warning. One moment she was contentedly sucking his cock, and the next she was thrashing all over the bed, his prick still in her mouth, but precious drops of his cum trickling out from the corners of her lips.
The lull that followed it was another kind of bliss, a feeling of eternal peace that she never wished to be roused from. She would have lain there forever, she dimly thought, if he hadn't pulled his prick away from her mouth and started handling her again.
"Wait, Chuck," she murmured. "Just a minute."
"This is my last night with you. I can't wait. I can't waste any time, Laura. Open up. I'm going to fuck you. Your cunt first, I think."
"Y… You're still hard?"
"Yep. It's been backed up in me for a long time, and tonight's the night it's all coming out. Open up."
The fit was tight, and it was irritating at first, for he was starting out fast right away. She asked him to slow down, but he panted back at her that he wouldn't, that he had to keep going strong now to keep his cock hard. It began to feel good, and she started to help him, and then it felt wonderful.
Panting very heavily, he stopped, and she said, "You lay back now. Let me do it."
"Know all the positions, do you?" he said, cooperating in the rolling over. "Just like a good whore."
"I'm the best whore in the world tonight, lover," she replied, and grinned down at him as she set her tits to flopping with the vigorous action of her hips. "Come on," she rasped. "Come for me again. I dare you!"
"You, first," he said, and used one hand to squeeze her tits, the other to poke a finger down against her moving clitoris.
She came again, just as hard and just as unexpectedly as before, and what followed for her was a whole series of orgasms. Each one of them was totally satisfying-until he got her groping and clutching and humping and sucking for the next. And he did this so easily throughout the short, sweet night. Even following a period of his resting, when Laura thought he was completely exhausted, he could start her off on another sexual Odyssey with the touch of his hand, the flick of his tongue. It was a night of sexual excess that she would always remember, and she knew he'd never forget it either, no matter who he might be with in years to come.
Dawn found them at the breakfast table, gorging themselves on more mortal food.
"How did you learn so much about sex?" she asked.
"That'd be telling, and I'm not asking you any specific questions about your education," he replied with a grin. "I'll tell you one thing. I learned a lot last night."
"Oh, I can tell you've done a lot before, Chuck. "
"For one thing, I never screwed a girl in the ass before, and that was really great."
"I never sucked a man till he came in my mouth before, and that was just wonderful! All of it was."
They talked then, like a couple of kids eagerly discussing the joys of the games they'd played, and when they'd gone over every moment of their night together, the sun was up and Chuck held Laura's hand in his.
"I think you'll make a good whore," he said.
She lowered her eyes and the smile left her face. "I think I will."
"But you charge too much."
She straightened up and glowered at him. "I earned it. You're satisfied."
"For now, but what about tonight? I only make eleven hundred a month. Take out my rent, my car payment, food, clothes, and I could only afford to spend maybe six nights a month with you."
"What about with-holding tax?" she sarcastically asked.
"Okay, make it three nights a month. That's not enough for a guy like me."
"You've been doing without up till now-or at least I think you have."
He grinned an evil grin. "Yeah, but I didn't know what I was missing. You're a real good whore."
She tried to snatch her hand from his, but he held it fast. "Hey, don't get mad," he said. "I understand why you have to charge so much. After all, a whore has only a few years to make it with the johns. She's got to charge a lot."
"I wouldn't let you lay me again for a thousand dollars!" she declared hotly.
"You see? You're pricing yourself out of business with your very first customer. Bad business, Laura. If you were smart, you'd charge about five bucks a night and…"
"Five dollars a night! I'd starve!"
"…about five bucks a night," he continued, "plus room and board and incidentals, like a retirement plan, for instance. And you should work under a contract, one that'll extend your career as a whore for maybe fifty years."
"Be serious. Who'd want me when I was sixty-eight years old!"
"I would, for one," he said.
She went all soft inside. "Chuck, are you asking me to marry you?"
"No, I'm asking to be your manager and sole customer. As your manager I'd see to it that you got regular increases in your fees, commensurate with your customer's abilities to pay, and I'd see that you were kept busy every night. What do you say?"
She waggled her eyebrows at him and smiled. "And what if I got a yen for one of your fellow employees at good old Consolidated?"
He waggled back at her and replied. "Then your customer might be missing a few nights, getting it on with some sexed-up little Consolidated secretary, and what would you think of that?"
"I think," she said, "I'd make you a dandy whore."