An adult stories – Hotwife Hooker Ch. 02 by Author_Kate_Granger,Author_Kate_Granger I took a moment to appraise the situation. Tiffany had set me up to be fucked by my ex-boyfriend, Josh, who would pay to take me in the ass.
I studied my former lover, noted his desperation, but felt nervous.
“We couldn’t do this when we were engaged, hun. What makes you think I can take that enormous cock now?”
“I don’t care about you that way, Em. Don’t get me wrong, you were the most incredible love of my life, but I have no feelings for you anymore. I won’t worry about hurting you.”
“Really? That sounds kinda harsh.”
Tiffany interceded to avoid any conflict.
“He means it’s your job, babe. If you agree to let Josh fuck you in the ass, it’s not about love and he’s not responsible for your safety. I am.”
“But why do you need this so badly, Josh? Why fuck me in the ass?”
“I need to scratch this itch so badly, babe. I can’t sleep because of this lingering fantasy about you.”
I ruminated amid mixed emotions. I still liked Josh, but also had no lingering feelings for him. Since he’d paid Tiffany already, it seemed fair to deliver on his fantasy if possible.
I smiled reassuringly to dispel his worry.
“Let’s try it then, babe.”
I turned back around, leaning over the sofa arm, presenting Josh with my puckered hole for him to mount. He stripped quickly, and I gulped when his seven and a half inch solid veiny cock hove into view.
His only expectation was to empty his seed load inside my back passage. It felt strange to prepare my hole to be fucked by a former love of my life with no care for him.
The feeling is mutual, so don’t worry!
When Josh and I were together, his cock was always perfect inside my pussy, but my back passage was always too tight. Every time he tried to fuck my ass, the pain felt too much to bear, and he backed off.
Josh’s knees pressed into the soft leather sofa seat cushion behind me as he straddled one on either side of my calves.
I breathed deeply, almost panicked, several times, with a racing heart, filled with trepidation. When Tiffany knelt in front of me, holding my chin between her palms, I felt comforted. She locked my eyes with hers, offering an encouraging smile.
“Is it your first time doing anal, Em?”
I nodded, curling my bottom lip, terrified I might get hurt.
“Breath normally, try to relax back there and let Josh take you. It’s all part of the job, hun. Once your spangle hole is nice and wide, we’ll take anal bookings on you like there’s no tomorrow.”
I nodded, grimacing when Josh’s glans rubbed my sphincter, collecting lube before his onslaught.
“You can fuck her now. Stop if I tell you.”
When Josh pressed inside me a couple of inches, minor tears in the skin around my sphincter elicited cries of pain. My rectal walls expanded, squeezed and clamped repeatedly, tight against his unrelenting cock. I felt every vein, imperfect knobble and the stiffness of his shaft as I gasped, grabbing Tiffany’s shoulders, pulling her face into mine.
“You’ve got this Em, try to relax. Unless you tell me Josh must stop, your back passage is about to be invaded and fucked by a viking horde. Enjoy, babe.”
I stared deep into Tiffany’s eyes, seeing the confidence she had in me. My instinct drove a desperation to flee, but I hung on, twitching and grunting like a whore who needed the cash.
I’m a whore that needs the cash.
I resolved myself to the challenge, relaxed and let Josh slide a couple more inches of his lovely cock inside me. My shock and awe expression must have impressed Tiffany, because she seemed proud.
“Go on Josh, fuck her all the way. Go balls deep in Emma.”
I exhaled sharply, and when Josh thrust forward, I pushed back onto his cock, crying out.
“That’s it. I’m balls deep inside your ass at last, Emma. Fuck, it’s great!”
The tone of his voice seemed elated, and his cock felt massive inside me. I squeezed the soft walls of my rectum sharply, getting into a good stride as my back passage enlarged to fit.
Tiffany patted my cheeks, planting a soft kiss on my lips. She seemed excited and pleased, which lifted me.
“I knew you could do it, Em.”
I shuddered when Josh retracted his massive cock, leaving me with a feeling of relief laced with regret.
When he thrust forward deep inside me again, I felt shocked at the speed and depth with which Josh took me. This time, he didn’t pause and began a steady, rhythmic pummeling of my ass.
He’s fucking me properly.
I imagined Josh was getting something out of his system as his cock thumped in and out of my recently defiled virginity. Perhaps it was me and our failed relationship, or maybe a lingering fantasy. I didn’t care what the reason was; I felt it was my duty to help his therapy in whatever way I could.
He’s paying.
Each time Josh took me with his full length, I gasped, my sphincter and back passage stretched wider, then relaxed faster and with less pain as he retreated.
“I’m finally fucking your ass, Em.”
“Do I feel good inside, babe?”
“You feel fucking amazing, Emma. Your asshole is so tight. I wish we did this when we were together.”
“I don’t.”
“Doesn’t it feel good for you?”
“Oh, your cock feels great inside my ass, but back then, I would have been doing it for free.”
He chuckled and continued fucking my butthole, raising up on tiptoes to lever as much cock inside my back passage as possible.
“Finger yourself, babe, it helps.”
I smiled at Tiffany, glad she’d lube’d me up and stayed to help. Her advice in my new sex worker role was invaluable.
“Am I allowed to?”
“Of course. Josh won’t mind.”
I slipped the palm of my hand between my legs, rubbing my slimy slit in a circular motion with two fingers. The effect was instant. Waves of pleasure wafted through my stomach, reproductive system and back passage, relaxing me while Josh fucked my hole harder.
I rose to a rapid climax, strumming my slick pearl while pointing my ass crack high, taking the reaming Josh was paying handsomely to give me.
A flood of warm seed inside my back passage released my orgasm when Josh bottomed out, twitching and jerking until every drop of his semen was drained and deposited inside me.
Tiffany darted in quickly with wet wipes and soothing creams, attending to my swollen sphincter when Josh staggered backwards. She threw him a pack of wipes to clean himself.
“Did you enjoy that?”
“Fucking amazing, Tiffany. Thank you, Emma.”
“She’s available outside her period, but I can assure you, Emma will get more expensive as her client base grows.”
“I’ll book Emma again if that’s okay. I’d like to be a regular.”
They both looked at me for an answer while Tiffany cupped a warm flannel against my asshole, collecting Josh’s seed.
I shrugged.
“I don’t mind. You’re a client. A nice one, but still only a client, Josh.”
“Thanks Em.”
He kissed me on the cheek as if bidding goodbye to his sister. Tiffany took control, continuing her care for my sore anal whorl.
“Get dressed and leave a tip if you’d like to, Josh.”
“Emma was incredible, Tiff. Thanks for arranging everything.”
My asshole felt hot from the fresh scars made by Josh’s cock stretching and the seed he’d spilled inside me. Tiffany gently inserted a douche, flooding my back passage.
“It’s warm salty water, babe. I have to take care of you.”
“You do it so well, Tiffany. I’m grateful.”
After a few minutes of care, I sat on the toilet, emptying salty water and semen while having a pee. Once I’d recovered and dressed, Tiffany handed me our agreed fee and a white envelope from Josh.
“I’ll open it later, hun. I need to rest. This was my first gangbang.”
“And your first anal.”
“But not my last.”
I flicked a wry smile. I’d enjoyed myself, knocked over another taboo and got closer to our BMW.
“I’ll be in touch soon, Em.”
“For sure, you have my number and monthly cycle, so let’s keep going.”
I strolled home, contemplating my life choices. I wasn’t injured, but both my pussy and anus were sore and I needed the toilet again.
I made a few thousand bucks. That’s good!
The cash lightened my load. I got home, sat on the toilet and checked my tip envelope. Josh left me a sweet thank-you card, a handwritten note and a wad of Ben Franklin’s.
Two thousand dollars is the least I could do, Em. Whether this works and gets you out of my system or not, I’m eternally grateful and wish you the best always.
I showered, enjoying the sensation of hot water on my sore labia and asshole. When I looked through the steamed glass wall of our cubicle, my darling Steve was there. He stripped, stepped in, and helped cleanse me without knowing why it was necessary. When he sponged my puckered hole, I flinched and felt terrified he might notice my pain.
I knelt in front of my husband, took his cock and sucked it hard. I would get away with a blowjob tonight, but my deceit must end soon. It wasn’t fair to Steve.
I had a troubled sleep, with some guilt tainting the utter exhilaration I felt.
I can’t wait for my next gig.
I had no bookings for a while and that gave me time to reflect. I’d enjoyed my first foray into sex work and knew it wouldn’t end there.
It was a Saturday, my next period had come and gone. My anus and pussy returned to normal quickly, but the memories of my gangbang elicited the most rub sessions of my life while I menstruated.
I’d just finished when the phone rang. I ignored it, basking in the afterglow of my self-inflicted orgasm. It rang again and again, frustrating me until I answered.
Fuck off.
“Oh, hi Tiffany, what’s up?”
“I have another gig for you, it’s overnight.”
“I don’t know, Tiff.”
“It’s five grand plus tips Em, find a way if you want the gig, but I’ll need an answer by tonight. The client wants to confirm and pay.”
I called my sister Chloe, and we arranged a ruse whereby she phoned my husband to explain she was arranging a surprise overnight theatre visit to London. He agreed to look after the kids and help surprise me.
I knew I’d have to explain my surreptitious activities to Chloe, but would choose the right moment while we were in London.
The client selected me from Tiffany’s catalogue, along with another girl to enjoy while visiting the UK.
I felt proud and whorish.
I drifted through the day in a trancelike state, rubbing one out mid morning, squirming with sexual arousal just thinking about the evening ahead.
Tiffany was strict in that we couldn’t use toys because she wanted every pussy tight and fresh for the clients.
She tracked our menstrual cycle, knowing I’d just finished my period. I’d have to satisfy my husband with blowjobs for a couple of nights, saving myself for the paying client.
On the day, the doorbell rang, and Steve let my sister in, kissing her on the cheek. She waved at me, smiling, playing our deceit perfectly.
“Hey Chloe. I’m packed and ready to go.”
My sister was highly curious but played along and didn’t probe for an explanation during our drive down to the West End.
The client’s suite at the Intercontinental hotel was luxurious. He’d retained a very cute butler who let me in, escorting me to a small kitchen/bar area, offering a soda.
“The client doesn’t like the smell of coffee, sorry.”
“That’s fine.”
I felt nervous because this was my second gig and a massive payment from the client meant a stellar performance was expected.
“The other girl is on her way now. She’s nineteen and hasn’t been working gigs for long.”
“Other girl?”
“Yeah. Didn’t Tiffany explain the scenario?”
“Not all of it.”
Not any of it.
“The client is a voyeur.”
“He wants to watch me and another girl play?”
“Me too. There’s three of us.”
“Oh, fuck!”
“Don’t you like me?”
“Umm, well yeah, I do, but when you handed me a soda, I hadn’t considered that at some point tonight your cock might be buried inside me.”
He chuckled, took my hand, then drew me close. His smouldering blue eyes tore through my marriage restraints, violating those vows instantly.
I don’t feel guilty about cheating. I need to talk to Steve.
I ruffled his straw blonde hair, stared back and felt a hard-on poke into my lower abdominal muscles. I tiptoed, then leaned into his solid torso, forcing his cock lower into my crotch.
“Tiffany said you might tease me.”
“I feel strongly that you want me.”
He kissed me deeply, and I felt a forbidden sizzle when our tongues collided. I knew this wasn’t a simple whoring gig. I really wanted this guy’s cock inside me and felt the moist evidence seep into my panties from a swollen pussy.
I did nothing to rebuff him when the butler gripped my ass, lifting me slightly, before rubbing my pussy on the considerable erection that almost tore through his pants.
I’m going too far.
He lowered me, French kissing all the way, until my heels tapped gently on the wooden floor. We lip danced a few seconds more until I detached mine from his, looked down submissively, then back up, biting my lip suggestively to secure my prey.
I giggled, he did too, while we played mind games, using our eyes as a lens into each other’s soul.
Oh fuck.
“I’m Justin.”
“Emma.”
“I’ve seen you in Tiffany’s catalogue, heard about your first gig, and prayed for this day.”
“You wanted me?”
“More than any other girl.”
“In the catalogue?”
“Anywhere.”
A doorbell chimed, and Justin left me contemplating marriage, my vows, and the cheating slut wife I’d become.
A couple of minutes later, the most stunning woman stepped into the room. Her lithe figure levitated across the floor like a goddess until her face was inches from mine.
She lifted a stray lock of hair from my face, curling it gently behind my ear.
“Fuck!”
“What?”
I checked myself over, surprised and worried by her reaction. Her face lit up, she beamed and seemed delighted. I thought something was wrong and felt panic flutters rise in my stomach.
“It’s you.”
“Umm, yes.”
“Emma?”
“Yes.”
“Justin kissed you already, didn’t he?”
“Umm, yeah, he did.”
“Bastard.”
I looked over her shoulder and saw Justin smile like the cat that got the cream. She grinned like an unruly schoolgirl, slamming me with an eye lock that bombarded my soul almost as much as Justin’s ocular assault had.
I felt compelled to lean forward for a kiss. A luscious pair of soft lips yielded, parting to my wanton advance. Her tongue was softer than Justin’s and fizzed on mine as she explored my mouth deeply while ruffling my skirt up both thighs.
When my skirt was hitched up to my hips, she wasted no time pulling my panties aside, then dipping two fingers inside my moist hole.
“Mmm, nice and wet. Just like I imagined.”
Two fingers circled inside my creamy pussy hole, then she scooped, shot me another filthy look and fed herself my juices, licking, then sucking while my heart raced.
“I’m Hannah.”
“Emma.”
“We all know who you are, babe. Fucking yummy mummy. Everyone wants a piece of you after the client gangbang reviews.”
They fucking review us?
“Why?”
“You’re a babe, an experienced one with a couple of kids and ten years of hardcore fucking under your belt. That’s super horny.”
She kissed my neck gently, licking all the way to my earlobe, whispering while pressing two fingers into my pussy lips, rubbing up and down the wet crease between them.
“I want you Em.”
I still hadn’t pushed back on either of them. While Justin watched Hannah openly finger me minutes after our introduction, I felt spellbound, incapable of moving away or stopping either of them.
Hannah’s compliment had seduced me, and I wanted more. Her eyes drew me in, conveying genuine affection.
“Shouldn’t we wait for the client?”
“He’s already watching.”
I scanned the spacious living/dining/kitchen area while Hannah had dropped to her knees, slipping my skirt off.
“Where?”
“He’s a voyeur. Tiffany rigged this hotel suite with cameras. Our client is in the master bedroom watching us.”
“The performance has begun, Em. Now I must lick your cunt.”
Hannah slid a thumb in either side of the waistband of my panties, slipping them down.
“She smells delicious, Justin.”
“You’ve already tasted me. He hasn’t. Perhaps you could share.”
I was determined not to remain on the back foot and take control of the younger hookers, having a great time while earning a few bucks.
She scooped copious love serum from the entrance of my pussy hole, beckoning Justin with two slick fingers before feeding him. When she could wait no longer, Hannah set out her next move.
“I’m ready for a lot more of this wonderful pussy. Can you lift Emma, please, Justin?”
Once Hannah undid my blouse, slipped that off and sprung my breasts free, I was completely naked while my comrades were still fully dressed.
Justin stood behind me, cupped both ass cheeks with massive palms, then lifted me up into a seating position, leaning my back onto his chest, holding me as if I were in a suspended chair.
His fingers prised my cheeks wide and cold air wafted through my creamy slit and puckered anus.
“You’ve opened her nicely, and she’s freshly shaven. She’s taken a blade to this lovely pussy today, by the looks of her.”
I nodded. I’d tended to myself perfectly, determined to put my best foot forward for each client, earning my coin.
Hannah fingered me gently, rubbing my labia, then dipping into the moist furrow between them. I watched her lick two fingers, dip them back into my lips, then lick and suck clean.
Justin planted soft kisses on my neck, holding me incredibly steady for Hannah to enjoy eating my pussy.
When her lips brushed against mine, I felt a massive release of mood enhancing hormones, transforming my body, opening my mind to new possibilities.
Hannah licked my cunt gently at first; I suspected she wanted to savour the pussy cream I felt churning from inside my hole. She nibbled each swollen petal gently, then tugged both, extending them so she could get a flattened tongue on each.
With our foreplay over, Hannah went for my clitoris, sucking the slimy pearl out from the folds of skin protecting it. I felt the mixture of her saliva and my cream lubricate when her tongue whipped the tip of my hard pink nub from side to side.
“I’ve got her, Justin.”
“Me too.”
I relaxed, feeling more comfortable than I ought to be, given how quickly they’d seduced me before I realised our pay-per-view show had begun. I moaned in rapture on the end of Hannah’s tongue while Justin’s fingers edged closer to my puckered hole until one pressed gently at the seal of my back door taboo.
She sucked harder, inserting a finger inside my pussy. I knew Hannah was determined to force my orgasm although it seemed early in the event to do so.
“I want to calm you down so Justin can fuck you for ages. The client wants to see you well and truly reamed.”
“Me too.”
It’s nice when the client wants the same things I do.
I could scarcely believe my words, but I wanted both of my colleagues to fuck me endlessly and didn’t care what Steve might think about that. I clamped the walls of my pussy around Hannah’s single digit as if welcoming her to my pink cathedral.
She looked up, grinned delightfully, and then winked at me.
“She’s got an amazingly tight pussy that’s crushing my finger.”
“She won’t have that after I fuck her.”
Hannah saw my surprised expression.
“Justin has a massive tool, Em. He’s going to fuck you so wide, Steve won’t feel you at all.”
I ignored the reference to my husband from a stranger, letting Hannah get back to the good work she was doing, hunting down my Grafenberg Spot.
Her mouth created a saliva filled vacuum around my solid pearl, and Hannah’s tongue flicked, almost like a hint across its tip, speeding up and adding more pressure as I groaned harder.
I felt an oxytocin fuelled blood rush to my reproductive organs as they prepared for a natural state to encourage insemination. My stomach fluttered in the growing throes of a powerful climax that I knew was coming soon.
Her finger found the rough tissue of my G Spot. I knew she would, because mine is pronounced. Hannah rubbed the small square from outside in, gently and with increasing speed, while dragging my clitoris harder from side to side.
“Argh! F-fu-fuck. F-F-Fucking Hell. Oh my god, that’s so good, Hannah.”
“I know it is, babe.”
Justin held me perfectly steady, impressing me with his physical strength. I leaned my head back on his shoulder, turned sideways to face him, and saw a loving smile.
I smiled back.
“I can’t wait to take your cock, honey.”
“I’ll be gentle, Em. I’ve waited for you.”
Their desire for me, evident from their actions and expressions, sent waves of ecstasy through my body. I shuddered delightfully while the synapsis in my brain fired, shooting love and slutty taboo in a circuit that burned my psyche.
I came hard but didn’t squirt, holding back because I wasn’t sure how Hannah might react.
“Let it all flow out, Em, please. I’ll swallow all the unicorn pee you can give me.”
One of Justin’s fingers dabbled up to the first knuckle inside my asshole and I felt him twist it, rubbing the soft walls of my back passage while Hannah tongue and finger fucked both ends of my clitoral nerve cluster.
I bounced gently in Justin’s arms in a euphoric state. My head bowed forward, a fitting respect for the orgasmic gift the universe now bestowed upon me.
I exploded into a tumultuous orgasm and felt my womb yearn desperately for Justin’s cock. The butterflies detonating inside me fluttered upwards through my body, warming, thrilling, then electrifying my soul.
“Ugh, argh!. Oof-f-fuck.”
I wanted Hannah to stop licking and sucking but couldn’t ask while she generously gulped my orgasm, a mixture of creamy hormones and fresh pee. She couldn’t get enough of my pussy or its loving, warm flow of juices, cleaving my cunt apart with her fingers, exposing my pulsating pink hole.
As I descended from cum mountain, Justin walked us to the sofa, where he lowered me to my feet, then bent me over its soft brown calf leather back.
My face was planted into the seat cushion while Justin stretched both my legs wide, exposing my cunt, ready for him to fuck. Hannah stripped, then shunted her way onto the sofa seat, planting her heels on my back, ready to be serviced by me.
Her gorgeous, drenched pussy was inches from my face, so I dove in, hands circling her thighs, mouth clamping onto her labia, sucking hard, reciprocating her love.
Justin’s glans pressed against my pussy hole, circling, dabbling inside an inch, then out before he slid it up and down my creamy slit.
I knew his was an enormous shaft because his glans widened me. My body wanted a baby from him and I felt glad there was no chance because if I was off the pill, I’d still want his seed inside me.
“I’m going half way, Em, okay?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“She means yes. Emma can’t speak with her mouth full of pussy.”
What she said.
“My pearl is unusually large, isn’t it, Em?”
“Mmm hmm.”
Her clitoris was like a small rosebud, easy to suck and lick, with plenty of options to vary sensations through tongue pressure and technique. I delighted in her rapture, dragging her slimy rosebud from side to side, then up and down, finishing with a circular motion while sucking hard.
I missed a few beats when Justin slid his enormous cock halfway into my pussy. An ache was quickly replaced by a growing, warm pleasure as Justin stretched my pussy tunnel beyond that of any other man.
I groaned, moaned and flinched with delight as my heart rate ascended quickly.
This is only half of his cock.
“The client want’s to join in, Em. He wants his cock sucked.”
“Okay, umm, okay… I can do that.”
I heard a door open somewhere nearby. It closed and footsteps approached us. I couldn’t see who because my face was full of Hannah and her delicious pussy.
A familiar voice spoke commandingly.
“Don’t worry, I have another girl for the client. A much purer specimen.”
“Tiffany? What are you doing here?”
I felt stunned to hear my employer’s voice. With Justin’s cock half buried inside my pussy and Hannah’s labia overflowing delightfully from my mouth, I was halfway down the rabbit hole and on my way to the MadHatters tea party.
“You keep working Hannah’s pussy, Em. That’s your job. The client is very impressed with your performance. I have another girl joining this party.”
I heard a click of heels across the wooden floor, saw her graceful, beautiful legs, then closed my eyes while Justin fucked me into nirvana.
I licked and sucked Hannah, desperate to repay her excellent performance. I twitched and gasped desperately while Justin reamed my pussy with long, steady strokes, bottoming out against my cervix.
My pussy hole entrance and creamy love tunnel expanded to accommodate all of Justin’s cock. I squeezed back against his shaft when my swain gripped my waist, growing in confidence, plunging his knobbly shaft harder and faster in and out of me.
Hannah exploded in as much of a mess as I had. I figured she was ovulating because that much cream from one baby making factory was only possible a few days of the month. There was a sweet taint to her acidic flavour, both of which I enjoyed when I sucked and licked her through a massive orgasm.
My own climactic tsunami wrestled around Justin’s cock when he released his primal seed inside me. He jumped for joy, leaning into my butt cheeks, pressing both palms hard on the small of my back.
I spluttered on Hannah’s cum, wishing that the seed filling me at the other end would hunt down my egg, love it, and fill me with child.
Fucking stop it Emma. Steve is your guy.
I dismissed the thought as one caused by my rampant, hedonistic chemical imbalance.
As I descended slowly away from my delicious fantasy, into an abyss of reality, I realised that I’d gone too far.
Justin detached his cock from me, completely sated by my hole, and sat on the couch, puffing while recovering. We’d well and truly fucked each other, and I felt convinced the client must feel pleased.
As quick as a flash, Tiffany cupped my pussy with a tissue, catching Justin’s cum as it flowed liberally from my gaping wide hole.
Hannah snuck backwards, stood up, helping me swing back onto my feet from the back of the sofa.
We all turned to face the client.
“What the fuck!”