“How can they do that?” Celeste mumbled to herself. She didn’t think anyone could hear her over the cacophony of dings, bells, and other electronic noises.
“What? Who?” Dick asked as he looked around the casino bar. “You mean those who dump their life savings into the machines?” he asked.
Celeste, Dick, Jack, Terry, and Rob were sitting around a table after a long day at the show. Celeste was thinking the 2nd drink was a mistake as lunch was a long distant memory and the alcohol hit her harder than normal.
“Her,” she nodded over to the woman in the red dress who’d just met a man before sliding off her stool to be escorted out by him. “Selling her body.”
Dick laughed, “And you don’t?” he looked at the open vee in the tight dress. “Use your body for monetary gain?” He looked at their boss differently as they continued the discussion. Celeste Donaldson was an all-business Director of Sales at McCall Enterprises who might have shown some skin periodically but was otherwise totally professional. Her husband was a great guy and she’d shown zero interest in ever stepping outside of her marital vows…never flirting like many of the married women at work did.
The redhead looked down and scowled, “This? This is fashion,” she said firmly. “I like the dress, what’s wrong with trying to look nice?” The material was flimsy but she was wearing a bra and panties and though there was a lot of skin, no one could see anything.
Dick scoffed. “Around the office, you wear pantsuits and never show much leg or,” he nodded at the exposed swell of her breasts. “For these shows, you always wear more revealing clothes. Don’t give me that shit that you’re not using your body to gain business, plus, let me ask you,” he looked intensely at the woman, “Ever have sex after a date with a guy even though it wasn’t a great date? He pays for dinner, you reward him?” He paused thinking he overstepped…but she didn’t look pissed. “You don’t have to answer, it was rhetorical.”
Christine shook her head and was about to open her mouth when she thought back to school when she’d agreed to have one date with a guy she had no interest in and when he pulled up to drop her off, she’d felt guilty and given him a blowjob. It had been a great meal at a very expensive restaurant…which she now realized was a bit whorish.
“See? We’re talking about the same thing. ‘Sex sells,’ Isn’t that the mantra of advertising?” he said recognizing the look on her face.
“Ok, but teasing, come-ons are not the same as,” she looked over to another woman sitting near the bar as a man came over. “her…um, letting them…” she visibly shuddered. “How? I just cannot get it into my head how they can do that?”
Jack laughed, “And those three guys from Ferguson’s are alone in their rooms right now jerking off after the way you leaned way down showing them the brochures…among other assets.” He looked directly at Celeste’s chest, “You use,” he nodded, “those to your advantage…while she,” he nodded at the woman at the bar, “uses just a bit more while ensuring her clients are left satisfied.”
Rob spoke up, “It never seemed anything more than a business transaction to me,” he said. “Don’t look at me that way. 15 years in the navy, single guy? What else was there when we hit port?” he asked.
“Your hand?” she blushed. “Sorry, that was inappropriate.”
Rob laughed, “You ever serve on a ship? You are never alone, never able to take care of certain needs on your own.” He looked at the girl by the bar, “On the other hand, I could get 10 port girls for what that guy’s going to pay,” he sighed. “Wait, hasn’t Charles ever talked to you about whores? He served in the Mediterranean, didn’t he?”
Celeste shook her head, “I don’t believe it. He’d never do that,” she said firmly.
Rob laughed, “Then he was in the 10 percentile…90% seek comfort in the arms of the port girls, 10% lie about it.”
Celeste nursed her drink thinking back on the first five years of their marriage. She never asked and whenever he was on leave they made love multiple times a day. She had wondered if he ever cheated on her then thought how many times she’d been tempted at the gym, or with a co-worker…her boss. That was a close one. She shuddered as she replayed the night after dinner and drinks, her blouse partially unbuttoned, the VP of Sales’ hand between her thighs, and when he took her wrist up to the bulge in his pants, she’d panicked. Was that cheating? Her palm throbbed…the memory of the rock-hard shaft pressing against her hand. Was it truly that large, or did her memories enhance the size?
She looked at her empty glass feeling the effects of two drinks on an empty stomach. Her crew would have been shocked had they seen how close she’d come to letting another man have her. ‘Fuck!’ She thought, ‘if Charles needed a woman and it was simply a business transaction, is that cheating?’ She wondered. Then she had another thought, ‘I am sometimes a couple of weeks away and I have needs…’
She watched the girl pick up her clutch and then head over to the elevators with a man she’d apparently just met. “How?” she repeated, “How can she do that? I’d be scared to go alone with a man I just met.”
“Ever engage a plumber or carpenter, have them come into your house alone? Same thing.” Dick said. “Think of her as a tradesperson…he needs a repair…she has the tools and the skills to take care of things. She has to go on faith, you’re right, but so do you at times.”
“Not the same thing. At least she doesn’t need to carry a toolbox,” she chuckled. She paused as the girl turned to face her, a smile on her lips as she looked right at her before the elevator doors closed. She had a pang in her stomach that she couldn’t identify.
“Are you kidding? She has to have a toolbox with her at all times, condoms, lube, handcuffs, wet wipes,” Dick responded.
“Lube? What…oh,” she blushed. “Damn! What must that feel like?” she wondered aloud. She looked embarrassed, “Sorry, too much information.”
“You might like it,” Dick said, “I’ve been fortunate to have been with many women who liked it, but you could find out soon enough,” Dick nodded over to a couple of tables over where two men had been eying Celeste. He turned to the guys around their table, “How much could Celeste make for an hour with one of those guys?” he asked softly.
“$800.”
“Come on, minimum $1,000,” another said, “She’s fucking hot.”
“I’d do her for $1,200, if we’re bidding on her,” Jack laughed.
“Wait, are we talking the full package? I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fantasized about her ass…I’d go up to $1,500 to tap that,” Terry said, “hypothetically, that is.”
Celeste looked shocked, “Seriously? I was thinking $100 or $200. Who has that kind of money to throw around?” she asked.
Jack laughed, “All of us…if it were you,” he looked at the other guys all nodding. “We might have discussed how fun it would be if you were…well, a bit more of a slut,” he chuckled. “We’re all going to get reported to HR, aren’t we,” he groaned. “You’re not a slut…just saying…” he blushed.
Celeste shook her head, “I brought it up. If anything I’m the one to blame for this whole line of conversation, and,” she paused, “Thanks.” She blushed before continuing, “Are you saying that to be nice?” she looked over to where the girl had been sitting, “She was gorgeous.”
“And so are you,” Rob said, his eyes on her breasts, “Remember last April when you wore the see-through blouse without a bra? If we got into a bidding war I told these guys I go as high as $1,000. Terry said $1,500.”
“I thought it was going to be cool in the building but it was so hot,” she blushed. I couldn’t take it anymore and had to take off the jacket.” She stood up, “I’m drunk. Let’s go get dinner before I give you guys a table dance.” She laughed as Terry opened his wallet and tossed bills onto the bar table. “Great timing.”
***
Celeste sat back, “Ok. I feel a lot better after getting some food,” she sighed.
Rob looked around, “What do you guys feel like doing?”
“I’m hitting the craps table,” Jack said. “I never win but that just means I’m due.”
They discussed various things when Rob looked at Celeste, “You’re quiet. What are you going to do?”
She looked down at her hands before looking over at Dick, “Um, this might sound weird but I’d like to just see what it feels like to…um, be out there…be available for guys who are lonely,” she blushed.
Dick laughed, “Are you serious? You’re sure dressed for it, but you want one of us to act like the client, or…?” He imagined her losing the bra so her satiny dress would drape more enticingly over her large breasts.
“No, definitely one of you guys and no way does that mean I’d actually do anything, I just want to know what it feels like to be approached and taken to someone’s room for money…expecting me to…” she stammered. “Never mind, really bad idea.”
“I’ll do it,” Terry said quickly.
“Fuck you, she asked me,” Dick spat back.
Rob opened his wallet and tossed a 50 on the table. “Even play acting, it’s worth it.”
“$100,” Terry said.
“$150.”
“$200!”
“Guys! Stop it. This is just for show…no sex, just for fun,” she said quickly.
Dick looked over at the beautiful redhead, “Careful. I speak for all of this when I say we’re only human…fun might get serious. Have you looked in the mirror?” he asked. “I’ll tell you what, we’ll all head over to a bar and to be fair, we’ll all hit on you and you make the choice. But first, to do this right, you need a toolbox.”
“What? I don’t…” she protested.
“You need to. You want to experience the whole thing? Come on, let’s pay the bill and head over to Bally’s,” he said as he waved to the waiter.
Celeste felt numb as she stood and picked up her clutch and sweater. Was she really going through with this? She found herself outside the restaurant following Dick who had a purposeful stride.
“First, the Ladies’ room,” he pointed across the lobby. Go lose the bra…I mean it, you need to do this right if you want to truly experience this. Also,” he stroked her ass, feeling what she had on, and groaned, “What are those? Grammy panties? Lose those and if you want, you can pick up a thong in the shop…or just go with it.”
In a daze, Celeste when into the restroom, washing her hands idly as three women chattered away. When they left, she ducked into a stall and pulled off her dress so she could easily take off her undergarments. As she pulled on the dress, her nipples screamed as the material slid across them. She tried to fit the bra into her clutch but ended up throwing it in the trash. She looked in the mirror as two more women came in. They looked at her before quickly looking away, one whispering something to her friend. She sighed and pulled on the sweater and left.
Dick took Celeste to the shop inside Bally’s while the rest of the guys headed over to the bar. “Go on. Here, give me your sweater. Go up to the guy and ask for a box of condoms, latex. KY Jelly; see if he has handcuffs and pick up a pack of travel wipes or hand sanitizer that will fit in your clutch. Go on,” he pushed her forward. He watched as Celeste straightened her shoulders and strode purposefully up to the counter.
“Hi, um, I need a six-pack of latex condoms…yes, those. Thanks. Um, where is the KY?” she looked around.
The 20-year-old boy grinned at Celeste as he pointed to a rack over against the wall, “bottom shelf,” he let out a laugh, “sorry. I… never mind,” he stammered.
Celeste smiled, “I guess if I have a bad back and can’t reach this, I couldn’t use it anyhow.” She came back, put the box down, “Travel wipes? Oh, thanks. One last thing, do you happen to have handcuffs?” she tried not to blush.
“Sure,” he reached under the counter, “padded or law enforcement issue?”
Celeste looked thoughtful, “They’re not for me so,” she pointed to the non-padded ones.
After she was rung up, the boy held out the receipt, “Um…if I…?”
“Sure, though,” she looked around, “it would take a lot of hours of work to cover it.” She leaned forward and kissed the boy on the cheek. “Thanks, I’m tempted to do some pro bono work,” she smiled at him. She was surprised at the pronounced shaft under his black dress pants. ‘Christ, what am I doing?’ she wondered.
“Oh, if you’re going to the bar I’d, um…not. There’s a couple of guys I recognize, undercover cops. The bar downstairs isn’t as nice but they never go down there.”
She gave the boy a huge smile and kissed him on the lips this time, “Thanks. I appreciate it.” For some reason she decided to palm the front of his pants as she did that, thinking it was in character.
She could feel his eyes on her ass as she headed out to the bar knowing what he was fantasizing about and it felt powerful.
She walked over to the table and saw two cops trying not to watch her, but they sucked at being discreet. She sat at the table and greeted the guys, “What do you say we head over to Caesars. I’d like to try blackjack,” she said loudly. She noticed both guys lost interest in her as they gathered their things.
When they got outside she told them what the boy had said so they headed to the elevators to the bar at the lower level. She excused herself pointing to the lady’s room. “Go on. I should…let me give you guys a few to get settled.” She had a thought and took an elevator to the main lobby.
She went over to the main desk, booked a room then headed over to the gift shop. She selected a bright red lip gloss before heading over to the restroom. ‘How far should I take this?’ she wondered, ‘how far will the guys take it and how should I react if…?’ she felt a rush with images of their hands on her, bulges pressing against her. Looking at herself in the mirror, she sighed. Dick was right. Without the sweater, she wasn’t wearing much that hid her figure…she could make out the texture of her trimmed pubes through the thin material and sighed.
She pulled off her wedding and engagement rings, stowing them in a zippered compartment. Straightening her back, she gritted her teeth and headed back to the elevators. At first, she tried to walk carefully to reduce the bouncing of her breasts but then decided a true whore would let them freely move. Her nipples hardened rubbing on the smooth fabric making them even harder. She hadn’t gone out in public braless since she was a teenager…pantiless, never. She wasn’t thrilled the elevator was occupied but a true whore wouldn’t let that bother her. She nodded at the men before turning to face the mirrored doors.
Two men quietly eyed her on the ride down, one of them elbowing the other as he shook his head. Seeing that, she should have blushed but simply strode out as the door opened. She knew they were looking at her ass having been told by many, including her husband it was world-class. She ignored the tables as she went to the bar, then sat and ordered a cosmo from the attentive bartender.
She wondered when one of the guys would make a move when a man she didn’t know came over.
“I’ll get the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender.
“Sorry, I’m waiting on a friend,” Celeste looked apologetic.
“It’s just a drink,” he said looking around. “I’m just feeling like some company so perhaps we could just talk?” He said softly.
Celeste nodded, “I do feel uncomfortable sitting here alone…guys might get the wrong idea,” she smiled at the man. He was good looking and if she were single…
“You live around here?” he asked, his eyes drifting to her chest.
She was about to say Denver but instead nodded, “not far from here. I came to Vegas a few years ago and decided to stay, you?”
“Chicago. I’ve been on the road for three weeks and…” he sighed as he fingered his wedding ring.
Celeste chuckled, “and you miss your wife…or miss affection with your wife,” she nodded. “I get it.”
Terry came over and put an arm around the redhead’s shoulder, “Can’t leave you for 10 minutes without you making new friends,” he smiled. “Come on. We got a table in the corner.” He looked apologetically at the stranger, “sorry, man. Our friend was late getting here and didn’t see us.”
Celeste sighed and patted the man’s leg, “you’re a great-looking guy and should have no trouble finding a dance partner tonight,” she said as she carefully slid off the barstool. She kissed him on the cheek before following Terry over to the table.
“How much did he offer? Did you get that far?” Jack asked looking over at the man, “looking at his suit and shoes, you could have made an easy thou.” He then overtly checked out Celeste’s barely covered body, “shit! I’d pay that also,” he covered his mouth, “Sorry. Sorry. Kidding. This is all just play-acting.”
Celeste laughed, “when in Vegas…look, I brought the whole thing up, so make all the sexual comments you like. Just remember when we get back to Denver, I’ll be ‘the frigid bitch’ again.” She looked at the shocked faces, “Seriously? You didn’t think I heard people around the office call me that?”
‘Oh, man!” Rob sighed, “it started as a joke when…a guy in accounting called you that. I’d never call you that but you know how things just seem to propagate…”
“I’m flattered anyone would care,” she smiled. “I like it. I’m not one of those…um, free-spirited women who’ll sleep with anyone.”
“I get it. You get your satisfaction from being faithful to your husband, they get…well, really satisfied in other ways,” Jack chuckled. “Here’s how I see it. You’re hurting no one if you are discrete, use protection and just allow yourself to take pleasure when you can.”
“You’re single, I’m sure Rob and Terry feel differently,” she said. “You say those vows and it changes you,” she sighed. “Anyhow, I think I’ll not go to the bar alone again, that felt strange…like I was a commodity the man was appraising. I was wondering how much I was worth to him,” Celeste sighed, “Can we drop this? I wish I’d never brought it up.”
Terry looked back at the bar, “I have an idea. Let’s forget the bar pickup thing and one of us will take you back to our room and…hang on, no one’s going to touch you, just show you what that pretty girl did and said with that guy, ok?”
Celeste blushed, and pulled out a key card, “I thought it might be more realistic if I had a room booked already,” she said softly.
Rob leaned forward, “I’ll pay $100 to not be your john.”
“$200.”
“$500,” Terry said, pulling out 5 $100 bills, folding them before slipping them between Celeste’s breasts.
“Where did you get that much cash?” Jack asked.
Terry looked down at his wedding ring before answering, “This is embarrassing. Rita gave me this to have fun gambling.” He let out a chuckle, “I doubt this is what she thought the wager would be.”
Celeste pulled the cash out, “I can’t take this,” she said. “I like Rita.”
Terry shook his head, “No. We made a deal. You’re mine for the next hour.” He stood up and put out his hand, “Gentlemen. Keep my seat warm for me, won’t you?”
The three guys watched their friend escort their director over to the elevators. “Wow!” Rob sighed, “I did not see that coming. Do you think…”
Dick shook his head, “No. Not a chance. I’m sure they’ll go through the motions and Terry will show her what would have been expected of her, then she’ll give him back the money.”
Celeste felt that pang in her stomach again, this time much stronger. ‘$500? What does Terry expect…he can’t expect sex. I’m married and…”
“What floor?” Terry asked as he looked her over as he saw the stranger did earlier, “Wow! You have one smoking body,” he sighed.
Celeste blushed as her nipples instantly hardened, “Um, thanks. 1012,” she said softly. She saw the outline of Terry’s cock in his pants and quickly looked away. “Is he really that excited? He knows this is just a game and…”
“After you,” Terry said as the door opened. He took a chance and slid his hand down to her ass as she passed him. “Sorry. I can’t believe I did that, but any guy would want to get started as soon as possible.”
Celeste felt herself moisten as she entered the entry hallway. “No, I want this to be realistic as possible without…you know.” The tightness in her stomach increased rapidly as they stepped into the main room. She looked at the bed and paused.
Terry chuckled, “Ok. So we’re here,” he said softly. “Would you like to know what we…you would be doing had this been a real business transaction?” He looked over at the mini bar, “Maybe a drink first?”
Celeste nodded, “do they stock anything strong, like gin? Scotch?”
Terry grabbed two bottles and a couple of glasses. After pouring the amber liquid, he handed her one of the glasses, “How do you feel?”
Celeste laughed, “Like a virgin on prom night.”
“Relax. I’m not going to rape you or anything, but I don’t mind being alone with such a hot sexy babe if you don’t mind me saying so.” He raised his glass in a toast. “So, do you want to hear what we’d be doing now…how we’d get started and…well, finish?”
Celeste chuckled nervously, “I think I know how we’d…or you’d finish,” she patted her clutch containing the condoms. “But, go ahead…actually wait a second.” She downed her drink and stood up. “Let’s act this out, don’t tell me, show me.” She looked down at her body, “you are horny and just engaged my services for whatever pleasure you desire.”
Terry downed his, letting out a short cough, “Ok. The first thing I’m going to want is to see what I purchased, so I’d tell you to take off your dress…you don’t need to do that, I can imagine,” he said looking lustfully at the barely hidden shapes under the flimsy fabric. He sat on the edge of the bed looking at her. “Then…wait, you don’t have to really, I’m just…” he said as Celeste started to slide the shoulder straps down.
The beautiful redhead looked at the man she’d worked with…and trusted for years, “I know you…but I need you to reaffirm You’ll never tell a soul about this, ok?” she asked, her fingers gently pinching the straps ready to let go.
Terry mutely nodded, then looked at her, “Yes. I swear I’ll never tell anyone, I’ll never even tell myself it happened since I wouldn’t believe it anyway. Ooohhhh, fuck!”
Celeste let the material go, letting it puddle around her ankles. She stood completely naked in front of a man who was not Charles for the first time in years. Her pussy throbbed as he appraised her body, eagerly hoping for approval. She smiled happily as Terry nodded and looked up at her.
“I underpaid,” he said. “You’re at least a grand per hour whore.” Her breasts were spectacular. Full, tear-dropped with large pale nipples. Narrow waist with toned abs above a soft red bush. He could easily see her swollen labia and could smell her arousal.
Celeste laughed as she blushed, “I never thought I’d hear anyone tell me that…never thought anything would please me more.” She looked down at the tent in his pants, “And I see those aren’t just words.” She knelt down between his legs and looked up at him, “And I assume you’d want a blowjob?” she asked, “We can’t actually, but…” she pressed her face against his hard shaft, rubbing her lips and nose against him. She inhaled his musky scent and audibly sighed. “Sorry, but…wow! This is incredibly arousing.” She stroked his cock through the pants then sighed.
Terry put his hand over hers, “You’d better stop,” he moaned, “I don’t have a change of pants with me.”
“Shit! I didn’t thank how hard, sorry, how tough it would be for you.” She stood up, “Ok, after I suck your cock, you’ll want to fuck me, I assume.”
Terry nodded mutely. He never remembered being as hard as he was now, desperately wanting to jerk off.
“Ok, remember what you promised?” she asked. Seeing him nod she pulled him to his feet and undressed him.
Terry started to protest, “You don’t have to…oh, fuck!”
When she was done, she stood back and appraised his body much as he’d done hers. “Nice,” she said as she stroked his long shaft, “We’re going to play-act. You want to jerk off, it’s totally obvious in your face, and I’d like to see what it’s like to have a client between my legs, so we’ll fake it. Can you do that?” she asked.
Terry smiled happily, “Yes. God! Yes.” he said as he followed his beautiful boss up onto the bed.
Celeste lay back on the bed, feeling slutty as she spread her legs wide, stroking her wet pussy, her eyes on the plump purple head. “Ok, you can’t put your cock in me, but jerk off while fake fucking me, will that work?” she asked. “Or…dry hump me, whatever makes you feel good,” she said huskily, “you should get your money’s worth at least.”
Terry nodded eagerly as he crawled between her legs. He pressed himself against her wet slit, feeling her labia part as his shaft slid up her cleft. He loved how her huge breasts mounded on her chest while pooling off to the sides. ‘So much mass there,’ he thought, ‘I always knew they were huge, but…ooohhhh.’
Celeste moaned happily as the man picked up the pace, her hands feeling his chest, back, and ass. “That…that, oooohhh, that feels sooooo gooood,” she sighed. You’re hitting me right there.” She looked up at the man whose eyes were glued to her flopping breasts and had a thought. “You know, it wouldn’t be..you know, fucking me if you wanted to put your cock inside me just to get it wetter…just to do that. It might feel better,” she panted.
Terry nodded, “It would feel better.” He pulled away, lined up his cock, and easily slid into her tight hole. “Oh fuck!” he panted as he pumped into her velvety slick pussy. Reluctantly he pulled out and pressed against her again.
Celeste groaned as she felt her pussy throb with the wonderfully full feeling lingering. She wanted him back in but stroked his ass and opened her legs wider as his much wetter cock ground against her aroused clit.
Terry looked down at her flushed face, neck, and chest knowing she was close to cumming, “Go on, play with those nipples,” he ordered, “I love seeing my whores really getting into it.”
Celeste quickly began pinching and pulling on the nipples, looking up at Terry’s eager face. “Am I good?” she asked, “am I a good whore for you?”
“God, yes!” he hissed, “The best.”
She felt herself getting close and wanted, no, needed to feel him inside her when she came. “Uh, uh, uh, Terry…you need to get more of my juices on your cock…please? Please fuck me,” she groaned out loud feeling things begin to peak. “Aaaaaahhhh! Yesss!” she spat as he immediately slammed back into her. “I’m fucking cumming!” she cried.
Terry watched her head roll back as she rhythmically grunted. He felt his balls begin the welcome ache and as she came down he moaned he was going to cum.
Celeste pushed on his hips, “I’m not on the pill, don’t cum inside me.” She had a thought, “but I know you want to, I know you want to cum on my face. Cum on your whore’s face, cum on the frigid bitch’s face…in my mouth,” she moaned.
Terry couldn’t take it anymore hearing that and barely made it up to straddle her face, his hand a blur as he stroked his slimy cock.
Celeste opened her mouth as the first rope splashed onto her nose. His aim was better for the next spurts as most went onto her tongue before she pulled him into her mouth.
Terry’s head was spinning as Celeste sucked eagerly on his pulsing cock, swallowing all that she could. As he felt the last of his sperm shoot into her mouth, he looked down at the woman. Splashes of cream dripped off her nose and down her cheeks, her red lips were tightly wrapped around his fat fleshy shaft and he wished he could take a picture of the scene.
Celeste moaned happily as she scraped the cum on her face into her mouth, “Wow! Saving that up?” she asked. I’d have assumed you would have jerked off at least once,” she said happily. “I guess my secret is out. I love the taste of cum and yours was super yummy,” she smiled, “I hope you’ll give me 5 stars on yelp. It might help my new business,” she chuckled.
After cleaning up and straightening the bed out, Celeste came over and kissed the man she’d known for years. “Ok, I may have gotten carried away, but remember your promise. I can’t let this get out…that I’m a whore at heart.” She picked up the $500 and handed it to him, “But this is yours. I can’t take this,” she said.
Terry pushed it back, “I was thinking it wasn’t enough. Keep it,” he said. He looked at his watch. “My time is up. Let’s get back to the guys.”
“Hang on,” she sighed as she went over to the mirror to redo her lipstick.
***
Terry and Celeste laughed off their suggestions, saying they mostly made each other frustratingly horny. Celeste just deferred all questions with, “Sorry. Client confidentiality.”
Terry excused himself, calling it an early night. The guys all laughed as he headed out of the bar knowing what an early night really meant.
Rob looked at Celeste and slipped her some bills, “I see your last client left, does that mean you have an opening?”
Celeste looked at the bills and sighed, “I planned on just seeing what it was like once, but ok. It was fun…you know, play-acting,” she checked her watch and looked at the two other guys, “We’ll be back down at 10:40,” she dropped a $100 on the table, “Drinks are on me. Enjoy yourselves, but don’t drink too much.”
As they headed to the elevator she asked, “I thought you didn’t have that much cash.”
“The cashier. They are more than happy to take your credit cards,” Rob smiled as he anticipated the next hour. Even going through the motions with Celeste promised to be better than full-on sex with most
Rob looked around the room checking for clues that Terry and Celeste were lying, but everything looked like an untouched room.
Celeste came over and stroked the front of his pants, “So, what is it you’re looking for tonight?” she asked. “Can I get anything for you before we start? A drink?” she indicated the bar in the corner.
Rob groaned and pulled her close, “This. If nothing else I’ve always wanted this,” he sighed.
Celeste could feel his cock grow hard against her and teasingly pressed back. “You did pay for me and I’m duty-bound to make you happy,” she said as she pulled a large hand onto her breast. “Tell me, tell your whore how she can please you,” she breathed into his ear.
Both his hands were on her massive breasts his hard cock throbbing against her pubic bone, “Oh, God! I might need to go do what Terry is doing right now,” he moaned.
Celeste was humping against him, “I’m your whore and it hurts me to hear you say you’d rather jerk off,” she purred.
“No, sorry. Yes, I would rather…but you’re too fucking beautiful…oh fuck,” he panted as she pulled away to let her dress fall off her body. He’d never been with any woman so spectacularly built.
“Play along,” she sighed, “I need to get the full experience. So, why did you pay me so much, or as Lucifer says, “What is it your desire?”
Rob looked embarrassed, “Um, anal. Debbie never lets me anywhere near her ass and has told me, I want it, I’ll have to go pay for it,” he blushed.
“I sympathize,” she smiled, “some of our best customers are looking for something they can’t get at home.” She began taking off his clothes, “You can never tell anyone about this…and perhaps it’s because I’m really horny myself after play-acting with Terry, but promise me…what happens now you’ll take to your grave.”
“I do, I mean, I’ll never say a word,” he stammered as he stepped out of his pants. “Ohhh, wow!” he sighed looking down at Celeste stroking his cock with both hands while unconsciously licking her lips.
“Ok, I have a thought. As this is simply a simulation but you need to cum, you can dry-hump my ass. We’ll get the sensation of you using me…fucking me from behind. Does that sound ok?” she asked.
Rob eagerly nodded and let himself be led over to the bed. Celeste took a couple of pillows and then lay down on them, her ass sticking in the air. He groaned seeing her tight puckered bud and her swollen lips. She wasn’t lying, she was aroused. He lay between her legs, guiding his cock between those cheeks, and humped against her. He’d never before done anything like this and wondered if Debbie might like this as it felt great.
Celeste had never felt stimulation like this on her ass, nor had she felt a man’s balls slapping against her pussy. Rob’s balls were huge and even though she and Charles had done it doggy-style she’d never felt him hitting her clit. She sighed and looked back, “Um, there’s lube in my purse or if you prefer, perhaps you could put your cock inside me…you know, just to get wet. You can’t fuck me but that would be alright.”
Rob felt a rush as he pressed his cock against her warm wet slit and pushed inside her. He had the sudden sad feeling he couldn’t tell the other guys how it sucks to be them as he was the one to put his cock inside Celeste’s incredibly tight pussy. He pumped into her a few times but pulled out when Celeste told him that should be enough. He slid his cock between her cheeks again and groaned as if felt better now.
Celeste lifted her chest up as Rob’s hands felt for her tits. “Is this good?” she asked, “Not as good as fucking my ass for real, but still…”
“God, yes!” the man sighed. “I love feeling your ass against my stomach…always loved your ass.” He continued savoring the feelings, her warm full tits not wanting to cum yet.
Celeste sighed happily, “You are not as slick, you’d better…ahhh, yessss,” she panted as his fat cock slid into her. Unconsciously she was pumping back against him as he drove into her tight hole harder and harder.
He laid onto her back as she made no move to stop him and was writhing back against him. Her nipples felt like rocks against his palms and their bodies slid against each other, slick with sweat. He felt and heard her getting close to cumming so he pinched her nipples.
“Uh, uh, uh, ffffuuuuuck!” she moaned, “Harder, my nipples, pinch themmm, yesss, yes, yes! Oh, fuck!” she spat as the agonizing feelings released and exploded.
Rob had to grit his teeth as he was close and did not want to cum inside the woman without warning, but her lithe body writhing against him was almost too much. As she finally came down and her grunts became satisfied-sounding sighs he groaned, “Celeste…fuck! I’m going to cum!”
She pushed him off, “Sorry, cum on my chest, I know you want to,” she panted, “Cum on your whore’s chest,” she said as she flopped onto her back. She moaned happily as Rob straddled her chest, stroking his cock rapidly just a couple of times before a rope shot out, splashing on her face. The next spurt hit her open mouth, and the third splashed onto her neck.
Rob’s balls ached as he felt more cum release than he’d ever remembered. When he was done, he sat back on her stomach, still stroking his slimy cock, and grinned. “Sorry. I guess I should have warned you I…um, cum hard.”
Celeste was using her fingers to gather all the hot tangy cream to put in her mouth. “No, that’s fine. Better than cumming inside me. Charles, um, we can’t have kids so I’m not on the pill.” She looked at his cock and sighed, “That was a mistake. I know men, you can’t just slide your cock into a woman’s vagina and just pull out, but I did like it,” she said. “Remember, you can never speak of this.” She looked at the clock, “Um, we have another 20 minutes. Is there something else you’d like?” she asked.
Rob paused, “I’ve never…um, this might sound weird, but I’ve always wanted a woman to suck my cock back to hardness after fucking and I know we…Ok, yessss,” he sighed as Celeste pulled him forward and put his semi-firm cock into her mouth.
She had to open her jaw wider than she had to before with her men, but it wasn’t bad. She tasted her juices along with bits of his sperm as she cleaned him off. Pulling off, she licked down the shaft onto his balls, getting all the juices that had leaked out of her when she felt him get hard again. “I guess it couldn’t hurt as you’ve already fucked me, but you want me to finish you off with my mouth, or you want to fuck me again?” she asked. “Fuck my tight cunt?”
“I want to fuck you again,” he smiled as he quickly climbed back between her legs. “Damn! Your cunt feels incredible,” he said as he plunged into her.
“Don’t worry about me, you just cum,” she grunted softly. “You have 15 minutes left with me.”
Rob wondered if he could cum that quickly especially right after orgasming, but this view was incredibly arousing seeing her tits flop with each thrust. He noticed her nipples for the first time and they were huge. Large pale pink rings circling the eraser-shaped tips. His mouth watered looking at them. He leaned down, sucking a nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue against the rubbery flesh.
“Damn! Fuck me…feels so good. Your cock is so fat, so big,” she panted. She played with his erect nipples causing him to softly moan.
It wasn’t long before he pushed his body up, straightening his arms, and gasped, “Fuck! I’m going to cum.” He quickly pulled out and knelt in front of her face, gasping happily as those beautiful lips stretched around his cock.
Celeste had to swallow rapidly as streams of cum spurted into her mouth. She was impressed how much there was so soon after he dumped the previous load on her, but happily swallowed it all.
Rob collapsed onto the bed after emptying his balls into his boss’s stomach. He ran a finger across her lips and smiled, “I’ll never look at your mouth again without remembering how great a cocksucker you are,” he smiled.
She was stroking his cock still, “You better, it’s one of those skills I’m proud of. I might be checking out your crotch periodically,” she sighed. She looked at the clock. “We have to clean up and go. I guess I look like I’ve been thoroughly fucked which never happened, right?” she asked.
“Nope, never. I made the entire hour up in my mind,” he smiled, “I have the most incredible imagination.”
***
“Where’s Rob?” Dick asked looking past Celeste as she came back to the table.
She blushed, “He mentioned something about an urgent matter to attend to.” She sat down, “Christ! This is tough without Charles here to…you know,” she sighed. “What’s this?” she asked as Jack slid over an envelope. “4, 5, 6,7,8,9…$1,000 What? Both of you? At once?” she asked. “How can I…you know, it’s, um tough enough play-acting with one guy…”
“I’m sure you’ll manage. A good hooker can actually accommodate three cocks at once,” Dick chuckled, “Two should be a walk in the park for a whore like you.” He looked at his friend, “I might be written up about this later, but this is just too fun.”
Celeste looked at the time and sighed, “I guess. I did book the room for the night, but,” she stood up, “I can only do an hour. I told Charles I’d give him a call tonight.”
Celeste felt a tingling as the three entered her room. It looked completely unused and she went over to the bar. “Would you men like a drink before we start?”
“I’d like to start by asking you to show us why we dropped $500 each,” Dick said. He and Jack sat on the bed looking expectantly at her. “Slowly.”
Jack nodded, “Then we want to see you play with yourself. At least I do. I want to watch you play with your pussy.”
“Wait, this was just so I could get an idea of what it would be like to go back to a hotel room with a man…you can’t expect me to…” she sputtered.
“Let me get this straight,” Dick said, “Both Terry and Rob took you up to this room and didn’t show you what the hooker experience entailed?” he asked. “Were you serious saying you wanted to see what the girls go through?”
Celeste nodded nervously. This wasn’t looking as fun but her groin ached…throbbed as she thought about it. “I guess…how far do you…”
“Your call. Do you want realism? Forget you know us or we know you. We’ve made a business transaction and we’ve engaged you to provide us with pleasure…” he said before looking at his friend.
“Like Dick said. You’re a professional and shouldn’t have any qualms about getting naked and complying with our wishes, our demands, so strip,” he said firmly. “Or, give us the money back and we’ll forget this ever happened.”
Celeste shifted on her feet, then looked at the two men, “Ok, tell me what you want.”
Jack nodded, “For a start, you’ll address both of us a ‘sir,’ and then you’ll be a good whore and make our evening as enjoyable as possible.”
Celeste nodded, then answered, “yes sir. Can I get anyone a drink?” she asked.
Dick pointed to the floor in front of them, “strip. Let’s see if you’re worth the thou we paid.”
“Yes, sir,” she said as she stood in front of her reports. She wondered how this might affect their future relationships but never hesitated as she slid the straps off her shoulders, letting the dress fall to the floor. As if reading their minds, she opened her stance before slowly turning around. When she faced them again, she stood looking expectantly at them.
“Come here…that’s it, yes. Are you wet?” Jack asked.
Celeste slid her hand down pressing a finger between her slit, a soft sigh escaping her lips. “Yes, sir,” she said softly.
“Good, now play with yourself, don’t cum but don’t hold back either. I want you hot and eager to get fucked,” Dick said. “Open your legs…wider. Does it feel good?” Dick asked.
“Yes, sir. It feels really good,” she panted. For some reason, she could feel an approaching orgasm.
“Tell us why you’re here,” Dick ordered. “Tell us why you took the $1,000.”
“To service your needs,” she said softly. “Your sexual needs.”
“Do you know what our sexual needs are yet?” he asked.
“No sir, but it’s my job to satisfy whatever needs you have,” she said rubbing her pussy more rapidly.
“Good girl. Let’s start with sucking our cocks,” Dick said as he pulled off his clothes. “Kneel there,” he ordered as he stroked his cock in front of her eager-looking face. He looked at Jack, grinning, mouthing ‘Frigid bitch,’ while high-fiving him.
Celeste’s knees hurt on the thin carpet but took both hardening cocks in her hands, stroking, feeling how different each one felt. Jack’s was quite thick with pronounced veins while Dick’s was slenderer and smoother. Both were impressively hard now and as Dick was giving the orders she began licking the underside of his shaft first. She slid her tongue from his heavy balls to the tip. She did that a couple of times before opening her mouth to take him in.
Dick let out a sigh feeling her warm mouth clench his sensitive cock and bob her head as she sucked. “God! You could do this full-time. Jack, you have to try out her cocksucking skills,” he moaned. “I’m going to check out that nice cunt of hers.”
Jack grinned hearing his co-worker discuss their manager in suck crude terms and pulled Celeste to her feet. “Let’s get on the bed. I want to check out these cocksucking skills of yours before I try out your pussy.”
Celeste’s mind was whirling. What she’s allowing, doing would have to undermine her authority in the workplace. What are they going to tell the other guys? Would they expect this every time they travel? She knelt between Jack’s long hairy legs, her face inches away from his fat balls and veiny shaft. She licked up his length noticing he tasted saltier and smelled muskier than did Dick.
As she was noticing the differences, Dick came up behind her and pressed the head against her wet slit, working himself inside her slowly. Celeste was humping back against him as if eager to feel him slide inside her. “You want this, don’t you?” he teased as he rubbed the plump cap onto her clit. “Want me to wear a condom?”
“Hhhmmm, hmmm,” she moaned as she opened her legs more and pushed back. “No, just don’t cum inside me, I’m not on the pill.”
“Ok, you asked for it,” he grinned as he drove into her in one powerful thrust. He looked at his friend, “Ever thought we’d be spit-roasting our department director?” Dick grinned.
“Mmmmmmmmm!” she groaned as she felt his cock rip into her. She had momentarily stopped sucking on Jack’s cock but renewed her sucking as he guided her mouth back onto his cock.
“Not in reality, but in many a fantasy, sure,” Jack smiled. “We’ve all thought about getting her naked and filling her holes.”
The three picked up a rhythm with loud smacking noises coming from both pairs of Celeste’s lips. Dick admired the woman’s full creamy ass and thought back to when she’d reamed him for putting in the wrong price on a quote costing the company tens of thousands of dollars. He slapped her right cheek, smiling as he heard her muffled yelp. He saw his handprint on one cheek and added another to the left cheek.
Celeste looked back, “Why are you spanking me?” she asked.
“Remember when you chewed me out in front of the entire team? I deserved being chewed out. SLAP! “I fucked up, but next time,” SLAP! “think about,” SLAP! “doing it behind closed doors,” SLAP!
Celeste was stroking Jack’s cock as Dick spanked her and feeling the stinging blows triggered something inside her and she began letting out low moans each time he spanked her. Without thinking put the cock back into her mouth, now deep-throating the man while moaning.
“Fuck, man! She’s getting turned on by this. Don’t stop…oh God!” he sighed feeling close to cumming.
Celeste’s head was spinning from lack of oxygen and the now repeated but more gentle slaps on her ass. Her grunts might have been muffled but echoed in the room as she came. Her ass ground back against Dick’s hard cock reveling in the intense feelings.
Dick stopped spanking the woman when she came, looked down at that ass then over at Jack, “You want her ass first, or should I?” he asked, “She bought lube. Check her purse.”
Celeste wanted to protest but Jack was fucking her mouth while holding her hair, so all she could do was muffled grunts.
“I do like a whore who’s prepared,” Jack chuckled. “You first. I’m loving her cocksucking skills.”
Celeste moaned as she felt the long cock pull out. She wanted Jack to cum quickly so she could stop Dick from doing what he planned but she was still getting her mouth fucked as a fat finger shoved cool gel into her ass. Many times Charles had asked for this and every time she’d angrily told him to go find some whore who would allow him access to her ass, and now she was that whore. It was a strange feeling that she’d actually sold herself to these men.
“Holy fuck! She’s so tight,” Dick smiled as he pressed a 2nd finger into her ass. He shrugged, “I’ll make it work like our Director always tells us, there’s no try, just do it!” he chuckled.
Celeste’s favorite phrase came back to her, wondering if she’ll ever be able to say that in meetings again without hearing snickering. That thought was driven from her mind as Dick’s cock pressed hard against her puckered hole. ‘Relax, relax, relax,’ she kept telling herself. As the head finally popped in, she felt grateful it was Dick’s more slender cock inside her, but the stinging still was incredible.
Both men misinterpreted her moans as a sign of pleasure, “Wow! Who’d have thought, the Frigid Bitch loves getting fucked in the ass?” He closed his eyes feeling the tight ring grip his cock.
After a few minutes, Celeste was no longer feeling any pain…at least there was just a trace left, and she felt a different arousal as her rectum was filled with cock. She had to play with her pussy as the man drove deep into her ass wondering what an orgasm would feel like while being butt-fucked.
“How is she?” Jack asked. “Remember when you called her the tight-assed bitch after she gave us those stupid quotas last spring?” he smiled, “Were you right?”
“You have no idea, want to have a go?” Dick asked.
“Fuck, yeah,” Jack laughed. He pulled out of the Redhead’s mouth and looked down at her. Her face was red and a stream of drool hung from her chin. “You’re a very good whore, you know that?” he asked. She didn’t respond so he lifted her chin, “It’s rude not to respond to your client. Did you know you’re a good whore?”
Celeste nodded, “Thanks,” she mumbled. “I mean, yes, thanks, sir,” she quickly added seeing Jack about to say something. She felt Dick pull out of her ass and go into the bathroom, hopefully, to clean off his cock before penetrating her again. She pressed her face into the mattress thrusting her ass in the air now curious how a fatter cock would feel, would it enhance the incredible feelings?
Jack pressed his freshly lubed cock against her brown bud, sliding in more easily than he’d thought. ‘The slut loves this,’ he thought, ‘who’d have thought?’ It had been years since he’d had anal and smiled happily feeling the way her anus gripped his cock. As Dick came back onto the bed, he grinned at his friend, “this is one great ass,” he said. “How could you have pulled out without busting your nut?”
“Not easy. Let’s fill both her holes,” Dick suggested. He lay down as Jack pulled out of Celeste’s ass, then pulled the woman onto his cock. She knew what to do as she gripped his cock, lowering herself onto his hard shaft and then lay on his chest to allow Jack back into her ass.
Celeste now wanted to feel both her holes filled, moaning into Dick’s neck as Jack penetrated her ass. “Aaaahhhh, yesss. Fuck my ass,” she heard herself pant. “Both of you fuck me, fuck my whore holes.”
“Why you little slut,” Dick said before kissing the woman. He grabbed both those impressive tits as they kissed. He moaned as Celeste sucked eagerly on his mouth as she had both cocks plunging into her holes. He’d never imagined such a horny babe hiding under those sensible outfits. Her pelvis was rocking with their coordinated assault on her tight orifices.
They fucked like this for a good 20 minutes with Jack being the first of the men to cum. He grunted that he was cumming before burying his cock fully into her ass as he spewed his goo deep inside her rectum. As he came, Celeste had her 4th orgasm as she realized a man was filling her ass with cum for the first time.
Jack gave a satisfied groan, patted the creamy bottom, pulled his cock out of her ass, and staggered into the bathroom. He looked at his watch, and chuckled, “Dick, you’d better finish soon, our whore is ours for just 10 more minutes, who know what she’ll charge us if we run over.”
Dick nodded and pushed Celeste off him. He rolled her onto her stomach, kneed her legs apart then guided his cock back into her ass. “Ahhhh, your cunt feels great but this is a whole other level of fucking,” he sighed.
The woman lay there, a feeling of exhaustion coming over her. If whores go through what she’d experienced in the last 4 hours how the hell can they go all night? she wondered. Dick didn’t last long, cumming soon after changing positions. He was grunting in her ear as he came then sighed.
“Fuck me, best $500 I ever spent. Let me know next time you need fun money,” he said before kissing the nape of her neck.
The two men had cleaned up and were dressed before Celeste roused herself. “You guys go on. I’ll see you at breakfast,” she said as she rolled over naked onto her back.
Both men looked at each other seeing their director, legs opened as she played with her pussy. “You’re ok?” Jack asked. “I feel bad, you know, saying what we said,” he said softly.
“No, it was perfect. I wanted to know what the whore experience was like and it wasn’t great. I don’t think I’ll be changing careers. But I did tell you I wanted to know, so thanks. No, go, I have this room for the night and I feel a need to play with my cunt.”
“I could stay,” Dick suggested.
“Me too,” Jack quickly said.
“Now, that would be cheating on Charles. When it was a business deal, that wasn’t cheating,” she smiled.
After the men left, Celeste rubbed one out thinking back on the four men and how incredibly hot every one of them was, how different, how intense. She rolled off the bed and showered.
After cleaning up, she looked at the clock. 2:23 AM. She made the bed up so it looked unused. ‘This is just for fun,’ she thought as she pulled on the red dress, picked up her purse, made sure her tool kit was intact then headed down to the bar.
The man from Chicago stood up, paid the tab, and decided none of the girls he’d seen could measure up to the tall redhead he’d talked to earlier. There was something about redheads he liked, they seemed hotter in bed than other women, more eager, slutty. He turned seeing the bartender looking past him. There she was!
Celeste smiled seeing the happy look on the man’s face and came over, “Are you leaving?” she asked, “I could use another cosmo.”
* * *
The four men looked at each other, “Where is she?” Rob asked, “She’s always beaten us to breakfast. There, wow! She looks great,” he said standing up.
After two hours of sleep, Celeste showered, and as she got ready decided it was going to be a warm day and another slinky dress like the red one would be more comfortable. Forgoing a bra she headed to breakfast.
“Here,” Jack said pulling out a chair, “you look great, I mean it,” he smiled. He wanted to compliment her that she looked no worse for wear after their aggressive DPing as she easily slid the chair in as she sat, but bit his tongue.
Celeste deflected comments from her people, changing the focus of their conversation to the show, what they’d gleaned, etc.. “This is going to be tough. We have Miami next week, who the hell schedules a show in Miami in August,” she sighed. “I thought it was hot in Vegas,” she said as she pulled the dress away from her body to cool off.
“There’s South beach and the ocean, mojitos, rum runners, anything with rum. Oh! My brother’s roommate in college opened a restaurant in Vero Beach. It’s what? two hours up the coast from Miami? I would love to go eat there and check it out,” Terry said, looking around the table, “You guys up for that one evening?”
The guys all looked at Celeste, “Her call. Can we spare an afternoon to check it out?” Jack asked.
Dick chuckled, “She’d hate it. Some of the best porn comes from Vero Beach,” he smiled, “There are dozens of really successful boutique studios there. I know a guy who has one of the classier ones, good guy. Celeste might hate it but I’m in!” he chuckled.
Celeste looked thoughtful, “Ok. I think we can take an afternoon off, but not for the porn,” she smiled at Dick, “Dinner. Anyhow, I can’t believe girls could do something like that,” she mused, “I wonder what goes through their heads.”