A Perverse Prostitute’s Tales part II
Caden was a unique client – one who reveled in his kinks with unapologetic abandon. At forty years old, he had the body of a man well-versed in physical labor; muscles rippled under tanned skin that bore testament to countless hours spent outdoors. His dark hair was cropped short, and piercing blue eyes seemed almost out of place amidst his rugged features.
Caden’s particular fetish involved urination – specifically, being pissed on by a woman while receiving oral pleasure. It wasn’t my first time catering to such requests, but Caden brought an intensity that made every encounter with him unforgettable.
As soon as we were alone in his chamber, he wasted no time stripping down and positioning himself on the bed. He lay flat on his back, legs spread wide open, inviting me into a space where inhibitions ceased to exist. I followed suit, shedding my clothes until nothing separated us but air.
Without preamble, I straddled Caden’s face and lowered myself onto him. His tongue darted out immediately, eagerly exploring every inch of my pussy as if it were the first time he had ever tasted me. Meanwhile, his hands roamed freely over my body, squeezing breasts and pinching nipples with just enough force to send jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
While Caden pleasured me orally, I turned my attention towards satisfying him. Starting at the base of his shaft, I trailed wet kisses upwards until reaching the tip. There, I swirled my tongue around the head before taking it entirely into my mouth. A low growl rumbled from deep within Caden’s chest as he enjoyed the sensation of being swallowed whole by me.
It wasn’t long before we moved onto the main event: urination play. With a nod, I signaled to Caden that I was ready. He positioned himself at the edge of the bed, head tilted back and mouth agape. Carefully, I straddled his face once more, aligning my body so that when I relieved myself, it would land directly onto his waiting tongue.
The sound of liquid hitting flesh filled the room as I let go, allowing a steady stream to flow over Caden’s outstretched tongue and down his throat. His eyes watered slightly at first contact, but he swallowed eagerly, savoring every drop like it was ambrosia itself.
Once finished, I moved back down between his legs and resumed blowing him – this time with added enthusiasm knowing that we had crossed a boundary many would find repulsive. The combination of my saliva-slicked mouth working its magic on Caden’s cock while the taste of urine still lingered in his mouth proved to be an intoxicating mix for both of us.
Caden soon reached his climax, spilling himself down my throat with a guttural moan that echoed through the room. As he caught his breath, I climbed off him and cleaned myself up before settling back onto the bed beside him. We lay there in silence for several moments, basking in the afterglow of our shared perversion.
And as we parted ways – Caden leaving with a satisfied smile on his face and me moving on to my next client – I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride knowing that together, we had explored the depths of human desire without judgment or shame.
George was a young man with an old soul – or so he liked to think. At twenty-eight, his inexperience shone through like a beacon despite his attempts at masking it under bravado and crude language. His sandy blond hair framed sharp features that softened when he smiled, which wasn’t often during our sessions together.
What George lacked in finesse, however, made up for tenfold with enthusiasm. He had a particular fondness for anal sex – both giving and receiving – while calling women whores and sluts to heighten the experience. While not everyone appreciated such language, I found it refreshingly raw compared to some of my more reserved clients.
Our session started much like any other: George entered the room with a smirk on his face as he handed me my fee for the evening. Without wasting time, we both stripped down and assumed positions that would make our encounter memorable – him lying flat on his back, legs spread wide open; me straddling his hips, guiding his cock towards my entrance.
As I sank onto him, filling myself with every inch of his length, George’s hands gripped my waist tightly, urging me to move faster. “Ride that dick, whore,” he growled, eyes gleaming with lust as they roamed over my body. The crudeness sent a shiver down my spine – not one of disgust but excitement at the filthy exchange we were having.
I obliged his request and began riding him vigorously, our bodies slapping together in rhythmic harmony. With each thrust, George’s grip tightened further until it almost hurt, yet I craved more. His words turned dirtier by the minute: “You like this cock don’t you? You filthy fucking slut.”
The degradation only served to fuel my desire for him as I continued bouncing on his lap. It wasn’t long before George begged me to fuck him in the ass instead, eagerly presenting himself to me with a wicked grin. “Fuck yeah,” he panted, “stick it up my tight little asshole.”
I obliged once again and positioned myself behind him, guiding his cock back inside me for a moment before pulling out completely. I then applied ample lubricant onto both of us before slowly pushing into his waiting hole. George moaned loudly as he felt himself being filled, urging me to go harder despite the initial discomfort.
As I picked up speed and force, our language turned even filthier: “You like that cock in your ass, you dirty little whore?” I asked between thrusts. His response came out strangled but clear: “Yes! Fuck yes!”
We continued this vulgar dance until George reached his climax deep within me, filling me with warmth as he shuddered beneath me. As we caught our breath and disentangled ourselves from each other’s embrace, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that together, we had explored the depths of human desire without reservation or shame.
James was a man of peculiar tastes – or so I gathered during our first encounter at The Scarlet Empress. At fifty-eight, he had the weathered look that came with years of experience and indulgence in life’s pleasures. His grey hair framed sharp features softened by time, while his piercing blue eyes held a glint of mischief that never failed to intrigue me.
Our sessions together were always long and intense, filled with various acts designed to satisfy James’ unique desires. He particularly enjoyed when I licked his anus, inserting my fingers into it as I masturbated him simultaneously. It wasn’t the most conventional request but one that brought us closer each time we met.
Our sessions would start in bed where he would lie on his back, legs spread wide open for me to explore every inch of him. Starting at his feet, I trailed wet kisses upwards until reaching his inner thighs. There, I paused momentarily before continuing my journey towards the real prize – his anus.
As soon as my tongue made contact with this sensitive area, James would moan softly, urging me to continue. Using generous amounts of saliva and lubricant, I teased him relentlessly until he begged for more. Only then did I insert a finger gently inside him, feeling his body tense around it before relaxing into the sensation.
While pleasuring James anally, my other hand worked tirelessly on his cock, stroking it firmly from base to tip in rhythm with my tongue’s movements against his hole. His moans grew louder and more frequent as he approached climax – a sign that I was doing something right.
However, our sessions didn’t end there. In between these intimate moments, we would engage in hardcore fucking of all sorts. From missionary to doggy style, James never shied away from trying new positions or exploring different angles. One such favorite involved standing sex in the bathroom where I leaned against the sink and he took me fiercely from behind.
The cool marble surface pressed into my breasts as his hips slammed into mine with bruising force. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, intensified by the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing off the tiles around us. When we needed a break, James would pull out and turn me around so that I faced the mirror above the sink.
There, he’d enter me again slowly, watching as his cock disappeared inside my wet cunt over and over. His hands roamed freely across my body – squeezing breasts, pinching nipples, slapping ass cheeks until they glowed red under his palm. It was during these moments that I felt most connected to him; our eyes met in the reflection, sharing silent promises of pleasure yet to come.
But it wasn’t just about physical satisfaction for James – there was an emotional component too. He loved lying on top of me after we had both climaxed multiple times, his softening cock still buried deep within my cunt as I pressed a finger into his ass. The feeling of fullness combined with the intimacy of our post-coital embrace brought him immense pleasure – something he never failed to express through heartfelt words and gentle caresses.
And so it went, session after session, each one more perverse yet satisfying than the last. Through James’ unique desires, I discovered new depths within myself that craved exploration just as much as he did. Together, we pushed boundaries and limits until all that remained was pure unadulterated pleasure – a testament to human sexuality at its finest.
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