Rick couldn’t stop herself from letting out a long, loud moan. Her thoughts felt so scrambled, and the waves of pleasure rippling over him made her squirm and moan again. “Oh…. you’re so biiiiiig….” She cooed and gasped as the feeling of a cock thrusting into him began to intensify. She knew she was a guy—really, she was—but it just felt so natural, so ordinary for a man to be fucking her brains out.
Opening her eyes after the man came—thankfully not in him—Rick squirmed around in bed, carefully taking the man’s cock in her mouth and beginning to give him the blowjob of her life. She caught glimpses of long, luscious, well maintained red hair out of the corner of her eye as she sucked, head bobbing up and down.
“Oh, Rachel….that’s it….just like that….” The man muttered, and Rick eagerly continued. It still felt like her head was totally clouded, and this honestly kinda felt nice, she knew a lot of girls didn’t like it but Rachel was being paid well enough that—
Wait—
Paid?
The man coming down her throat broke that train of thought for a second, and Rick was able to use it as an excuse to pull back. Without a cock in her mouth her mind felt so much clearer than it had before, and she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
Rick had to admit….she was smoking hot.
She looked to be in her late twenties, with long red hair and a pair of perfect breasts, which heaved as she breathed deeply. A bra, panties and a skimpy black dress lay discarded on the floor near the bed. The camera now sat nestled up against one of the bed’s many pillows.
The man lying on the behind her looked like he was at least a decade or so older than her. His dark hair had slight traces of silver showing, but he was still fairly fit and he smirked as he ran his eyes up and down her naked form. “God, Rachel.” He said with a slight southern accent. “It’s worth every penny to spend the night with you.”
Rick gave the transformed Emily his best fake smile, his heart sinking. The camera had transformed him into a whore! A high class escort, perhaps, but still a hooker. Even worse, the idea of crawling back over to Emily(Ernie, a part of her mind whispered) and letting him continue to fuck her brains out was sounding better and better by the second. He had paid for the whole night, after all….