That evening’s exchange of messages had left Amelia much more aroused than usual. As always, she had enjoyed the filthy talk, and she had another picture for her collection. But what really got her pussy fired up was what she had agreed to do. Amelia had met men for no-strings sex many times before, but this was going to be different, an escalation beyond what she had done previously. They were not going to meet in a public place, and she had promised him sex, something she had always carefully avoided doing in the past. It was the little extra push at her own boundaries that was moving her knees apart for the second time that evening.
With a lovely warm feeling sweeping up from below, Amelia shut down her web browser and opened up the folder labeled “Alex”. As one hand went between her legs, the other set the mouse to work on clicking through the eight photos Alex had emailed to her. With the pad of her finger gently circling around the hood of her engorged bud, she stopped at her favorite picture. It was one of him naked in a wood, his hands tied to a branch above his head, and his cock standing proud. Through the fuzziness of his pixelated face there was a suggestion of a blindfold over his eyes.
Not for the first time, Amelia wondered who had been lucky enough to take the photo, and pondered on what events had led to that moment. In her mind, she was now that person, and all sorts of ideas of what she might do to him flashed through her mind.
As the heat in her pussy built, she kept the pace slow. Her eyes focused on Alex’s cock. Thoughts of what could happen when they met on Saturday night filled her head. Her eyes closed. In her mind, that lovely cock was filling her cunt. She kept the rubbing going just the way she liked it. He was on top, thrusting into her, with sweat dripping from his naked body. Suddenly the fantasy switched to a scene where she had him bent over the bed, smacking his muscular rump with the palm of her hand. He was at her mercy, wincing with each stroke and begging her to stop. She hit his red buttocks even harder. It was a mental image that took her over the top to orgasm. As she pressed her feet into the carpet, her swivel chair shot backwards and slammed into the radiator under the window. She carried on rubbing, and she carried on groaning, until her body finally went limp.
“Oh, Alex,” she whispered to the photo. “Am I going to fuck you or am I going to fuck you? You are so going to love my cunt.” She pulled her lips open, as if she were presenting it to him. After lifting the webcam off the monitor, she directed it toward her pussy and captured the image on her screen. “Friday, I’ll send you that on Friday. Just so you know exactly where your cock is going.”
It was then that the doorbell rang, snapping Amelia back into the real world. “Oh shit, is that the time?” she exclaimed. She pulled her dressing gown over her lap and put the webcam back in its place.
When she opened her front door, Kate was standing there in her “I want to fuck tonight” dress.
“No, Amelia, please don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind.”
“It’s OK, Kate, stop panicking. I got a bit sidetracked, that’s all. Just give me ten minutes to get ready.”
After settling Kate down in the sitting room, and planting a glass of red wine in her hand, Amelia went back upstairs to put on one of her pulling outfits. There had been a time shortly after her split from Sean when Amelia looked forward to a Tuesday night out with Kate, and the inevitable shag that rounded the evening off, but things had changed. Somehow, a few drinks, a few dances and a quick fuck had lost its appeal. Equally well, Amelia was not looking for a serious relationship. If it happened, it happened, but she had learned the hard way that looking for one was no way to live your life. She was independent enough to live life without a partner, but too horny to live life without sex. Casual relationships and casual sex had filled the void for a while. But she started to seek something extra. And then in the early hours of one Sunday morning, she found what she was looking for on the web. The men were plentiful and, if she searched hard enough, Amelia always seemed to find something to draw her in, something to play with and, ultimately, something to offer herself to. However, tonight she was going to indulge her best friend and go out on the pull in town. The only question was, would they go their separate ways at the end of the evening, or would they fuck in the same room? That was about as adventurous as Kate got. It just wasn’t enough for Amelia.
Tuesday had not turned out too bad. In fact, she had met Tuesday’s shag for a longer session on Thursday. But Saturday had finally arrived, and Amelia was on her way to a night of fun and games. Such an occasion deserved a new dress. Alex had insisted it be red, and he had insisted it be short. Finding the perfect article had taken more time than Amelia had allowed, but it had been an enjoyable afternoon’s shopping. It was now on her back, and she was walking toward the hotel. A glance at her watch told Amelia that she could have spent a little longer in the bath. Still, better too early than too late, she told herself.
Her heels were clicking on the pavement, and butterflies were fluttering in her stomach. Her underwear was getting damp. There was no going back, she was about to get as close to living out a fantasy as a girl could get.
All eyes turned her way as she walked across the lobby. Her coat covered much of her outfit, but she suspected everyone would have her down as a hooker, which was just the way she wanted it, she wanted it to feel real. Amelia’s heart pounded against her ribcage. Her palms were breaking out in a cold sweat. The concierge raised an eyebrow and shot her a knowing smile. One lift seemed to be held up on the twelfth floor. The other took an age to come down from the eighth. As Amelia stood there, staring up at those illuminated numbers, she didn’t know if she felt scared or excited. In fact, she felt both.
Once the lift arrived, she stepped inside, relieved no one else had joined her. It meant she could easily oblige Alex’s other little request. This was just as much a fantasy for him as it was for her. Amelia wanted to please him. After all, that was what he was paying for. The doors closed, she pressed the button for the fifth floor, and then reached up under her coat and dress to remove her knickers. His words echoed in her head, “Keep your pussy cool, and then let my tongue ignite it.”
Finally she was stepping down the corridor toward his room. She rapped a pair of double beats on the door, and started to unbutton her coat. The door opened. Alex stood there in a white towelling bathrobe. His eyes ran up and down her, like those of a client deciding whether or not the hooker he had ordered was attractive enough to be accepted. Joining in the game, she pulled open her coat and gave him a flash of the goods. She also held out her knickers for him. “Will I do?” she asked.
“Oh yes, you’ll do,” he enthused as he took hold of the damp gusset. “Do come in.”
She seductively squeezed past him, deliberately brushing a breast against his elbow as she went. The room was massive. She imagined they might fuck on the chaise longue. Her thoughts then switched to the bed, which was big enough to stage a small orgy. Lust surged through her body. “Are you sure you only want forty-five minutes?” she asked, casually putting her handbag on a chair and slipping her coat off her shoulders. “I can offer you a discount on an extra half-hour. We could take our time, and make full use of the facilities.”
He looked her up and down again. “No, I’m a bit short of time this evening.”
“OK, babe, as you wish. The customer gets what the customer wants.”
“Can I touch your body?”
“You’ve paid for it, babe. You can do what you want with it,” said Amelia, feeling extremely slutty.
Alex moved toward her. His hands went onto her waist, and then moved up and down the contours of her body. It was not long before he was standing in front of Amelia, with his hands fondling her breasts. She immersed herself into her role, letting him do what he wanted to do, secretly hoping it would not be long before he asked about one of her specials. As he continued to play with her tits, she pulled at the bow securing his robe. It flapped open to reveal a beautiful stiff cock. It looked even better in reality than it did in the photos she had studied so many times. She couldn’t wait to have it inside her, but knew she needed to be patient.
“Turn around,” he said assertively, sounding much more like the Alex that had told her what to do to herself over the internet.
Amelia did as he said. His hands started to squeeze her bum through her dress. Moments later they were up underneath it. His breathing grew heavy as he clenched each buttock in turn. She felt her cheeks being eased apart, and his fingers searching for her slit. One finger slipped into its wetness, and up into her cunt. And then another. Instinctively, she leaned forward as much as her heels would allow. The frantic finger-fucking continued for a few minutes.
“Lean over the bed, I want to fuck you.”
“I’ll need to cover your cock first,” she stated.
“Do it with your mouth?”
This was more like it. “I can try,” she said, knowing she was extremely unlikely to fail. It was a trick she had practiced more times than she cared to remember. She took one of three packets from the side pocket of her handbag, and carefully tore it open. After positioning a strawberry-flavoured condom in front of her teeth, she got down on her knees. Alex had already discarded his robe. He moved toward her. The eye of his lovely cock homed in on her mouth. Amelia successfully navigated the most difficult stage by getting the rubber over the shiny, swollen head. From then on in, it was just a case of bobbing a little, and carefully rolling the rubber down his shaft with her lips.
His agenda seemed to change in an instant. His hips started moving to and fro, thrusting his cock into her mouth. She was a hooker. She had to play by his rules. Amelia went to work on his cock with her mouth, doing her professional best by taking him deep into her throat, and expertly milking his shaft with every long thrust. She was yet to meet a man who could endure her cock-sucking skills for more than a few minutes. Amelia knew he was getting close when he took hold of her hair. He tugged on it until it hurt. The pace of the thrusting increased. Alex grunted and groaned. His cock convulsed, spurting out its gorgeous load. She savored the moment for a while, and then circled her tongue around the head of his cock, gently flicking the come-filled condom tip as she did so.
“Thank you, that was marvellous,” said Alex, withdrawing from her mouth.
When she realized he was heading for the bathroom, she said, “Shall I grab us a couple of beers from the fridge. We can fuck when you’re ready to go again.”
“No, that’s all I wanted. The money is on the dresser.”
Realizing Alex was determined to stay in role from beginning to end, she decided she would do likewise. The money was in a brown envelope as agreed. Amelia picked it up and headed for the door. Her plan was to go to the bar and wait for a text message asking her to go back to finish what they had started. She was sure this was one of his little games, just like the ones he played when they sent filthy messages to each other. Alex was probably testing her, seeing if she was willing to sit in a hotel bar in her hooker’s outfit. The answer was yes, she was going to do it, and she was going to enjoy doing it. She was also determined to enjoy spending the night with him. Her contact with it had been brief, but he definitely had a body that was built to fuck.
It was as Amelia closed the door and looked at the three black numbers on the brass plate that some doubt crept into her mind. Room 545, was that right? She hastily retrieved her mobile and called up the last message. As it loaded, she reminded herself of the fact that they had both always concealed their faces in the photos they sent each other. The room number on her small screen hit Amelia straight between the eyes – 454. She frantically tore open the envelope to reveal ten crisp fifty-pound notes. Not the token twenty pounds Alex and she had agreed upon.
Still reeling, she set off down the carpeted corridor. As she approached the lift, the silver doors opened. Out stepped a stunning woman, wearing a long, pink coat and pink fuck-me heels. Rooted to the spot, Amelia watched the woman stride toward the room she had just left. The woman knocked on the door with a boom-diddy-boom-boom rap. Amelia didn’t hang around to witness what happened next.
As the gravity of what she had just done sank in, she smiled. To all intents and purposes, she had just prostituted herself, big time. She had effectively been a real whore for twenty-five minutes, and got off pretty lightly all things considered. A strange feeling of satisfaction ran through her body as she tucked the money into her handbag. The lift doors closed before she pressed a button. Her finger instinctively jumped onto button number four. With her second client of the evening waiting one floor down, it was time to be dominated. It was time to be fucked all night long. If Alex did not live up to expectations, she could always check out the swanky bar downstairs.