You were sitting at the bar of a local hotel, waiting for your 4 o'clock to show up. He was cutting it close now... 5 more minutes and he'd be late. Why do these guys always flake on you? They're the one's paying. You scratched an itch on one of your titanic tits, which were clearly exposed in your skimpy outfit. The chair was beginning to hurt your fat butt, making it sorer than usual. It had been nearly a week since anyone had an appointment with you, and you were becoming restless. Your nightly fingerings were never enough nowadays. You almost needed these hookups.
Yeah. This wasn't the life you wanted: being an internet prostitute renting yourself out nightly. But, honestly, if you had any other choice, you would have taken it. You never wanted to be a whore, its just what life chose for you. When you were a kid, you were smart and fun, as well as cute. However, once puberty hit, you were never the same again. Every time your breasts went up a cup size, your IQ went down a dozen or so points. When you developed the face of a hot 18 year old at 15, you went from cute to sexy forever. And once you sucked your first dick, it was clear what you were meant to be. You wanted to be something more. You wanted to be an artist, and paint and draw your feelings and emotions. Of course, you could never become a respectable artist with what you do now. It's just what fate chose.
Anxious on wether the guy would show up, you looked at your phone. 4:02 PM. 3 more minutes, and you would just bail. If he couldn't show up in time, why would you waste time waiting for you? You had 3 others that you could go to if he never showed up. Of course, this guy was paying top dollar for you. But then again, when you're a prostitute, "top dollar" isn't that much.
At the stroke of 4:05, the guy walked in. He was wearing a red shirt and green tie, just like he said he would in the message. You could see the imprint of his dick on his pants, as well as another imprint, of the money he would pay you for sex. He looked young, about 25. He seemed inexperienced in these matters. For all you knew, he could be a virgin. Good, you thought to yourself. You can bleed him dry.
You two locked eyes (or more accurately, you looked at his eyes, he looked at your tits), and he strode his way over to you. His dick was growing visibly in the tight jeans. This wouldn't take long at all.
"Oh, hey, ma'am." he said, sitting on the seat beside you. "I was wondering if you could help me." You groaned silently at this man's ineptness, put on your "pretty girl" face, and replied, "Anything for a big, strong man like you." The man giggled slightly. "Well, I'm supposed to be in room 7B, but these halls are so confusing. Could you help me find it?" He had the most clueless, wannabe sexy guy look on his face, and it almost made you bust out laughing. "Hehe, sure thing. I know exactly where that room is. Follow me." You grabbed his hand and daintily dragged him to the elevator.
As soon as you entered the elevator, you both dropped your personas and entered your determined pursuits. You let go of his hand and crossed your hands. The guy looked puzzled. He really was a noob! Was he expected to have romance and sex every second? Oh, he's gonna get so used.
"So, you got the money?" You whispered to the guy. He pulled out the pack of money in his pocket. A stack of $20 bills, which would equal $500, if he wasn't ripping you off. "Good. Get ready for the best night of your life." You put your hand on his shoulder as you reached the 7th floor.
You unlocked room 7B, went inside, and laid the guy, who said his name was "Henry", on the bed. " Now, before we start..." You kneeled on his lap and began to tug at your shirt. You leaned in close to his face, as if to kiss him, but paused at the last second, and said, "Pay up."
The guy, looking quite upset, reached into his pocket, pulled out the stack of $500, tore off half, and gave it to you, stuffing the rest back in his pocket. You scoffed at the stack, and replied, "Hey, this is only half! You owe me the rest!" Your hand darted for his pocket, but he quickly grabbed it. His dopey, noob-like expression hardened to one of lust and greed. He said in a sultry voice, "Oh, you'll get the rest when you've earned it." Maybe this WASN'T his first try.
Instantly, he sprung up, knocking you off his laandYou fell on your fat ass with a bounce, as Henry laughed, tearing off his tie and shirt. He lunged onto you, cradling your head and giving you a deep, horny kiss. He grabbed at your ponytail, pulling it undone, and letting your long light brown hair flow back out of it. He stopped kissing you for a moment so you could breath, and went back in. He picked you up by your armpits, which made you drop your stack on the side table, and pinned you to the bed. He tore off your pink top and unhooked your small bra, letting your huge tits flop free. He grabbed and groped them in ways nobody else ever had. That, coupled with his expert kissing, and the fact that he made you believe he was a beginner... For the first time in a while, you began to feel genuine pleasure. Sure, it was terrible, horrifying pleasure, but pleasure nonetheless.
He flung you around for hours, trying out every sex pose and position he could. He fucked you in the ass, the mouth, the vagina, your breasts, and any possible place he could. He told you things that you wouldn't tell your worst enemy. And the most surprising thing: his dick! It was massive! It almost looked fake, that's how big it was. Almost 10 inches hard. He kept fucking you till you were raw. And he kept fucking after that. He fucked you u til you couldn't orgasm anymore. He fucked you until you blacked out, still orgasming, and he still kept fucking you. He busted the world's biggest load in your ass, bit you were long gone by then. The push of the cum stunned you awake to orgasm once more at the cum filling your ass, and then you blacked out once more.
When you came to, you barely remembered where you were. That Henry was some bull (what you call guys with big dicks). He made you his sex toy last night, and its not like you could've done anything about it. You were sore all over, most of it being from the sex, some of it from the funky position You fell asleep in. You looked over at the nightstand. The full stack of $500 was on the nightstand, along with a specific note from Henry, which read:
"What a night! You were some slut! Here's your money, you filthy bimbo. And my number. Call me whenever you want. I'm always in the need for a fat ass whore like you. I'm always willing to pay."
At the bottom of the page was a phone number, and a pic from last night. Specifically, his fully erect, 10 inch dick tittyfucking you. Did you actually do that?
You rolled out of bed, tearing up. You usually cried after these meetings, but something about this meetup just broke you. What the hell were you doing with your life? Using your overly sexy body to fuck people and get money for it? It was illegal! It was disgusting! It was... Your only choice.. You don't have any other way to go. You couldn't start over. You couldn't leave. You were stuck here, getting taken advantage of by guys who just want to see you get fucked over.
You dried your tears, realizing there was no reason to cry. You'd done this before, and it was getting old. You put your pants and shirt on (Henry had taken off with your bra), put the money in your pocket, and went down to the bar for breakfast. You needed to eat before your next meetup. Hopefully he paid well.