Thread: His Personal Whore II (doom29169&Midori)

Charlotte wondered why she wasn't more appalled at the idea of being naked in public, Paul's cock buried in her pussy she knew she should be, after all, she was brought up in a conservative house where sex before marriage was frowned upon and adultery even more so. But this was more than adultery, and she knew it. She'd sold herself to him, and though the woman, a well brought up debutante, knew that it was wrong, at least she was being paid well. She moaned out, feeling his hand scratch her back, making her shiver agreeably, while his other hand gripped her hip. The slowly agonizing rhythm of his thrusts made her long for me, and she still moved her hips to meet him her eyes widened when he popped her ass, and she jerked her gaze in the direction he pointed. The man in the next elevator was publicly stroking himself, watching their performance like some porno, and it was clear that he was about to cum. The idea that she was already becoming a whore, even a well paid one, flickered through her mind, and her cheeks turned bright red. Swallowing hard, she watched as the man came all over the elevator it was repulsive, and she was glad that suddenly Paul was being incredibly distracting. Oh god, yes. She cried out, her body shaking with the force of his now much harder thrusts, fucking her deeply. The elevator was almost stifling, and she was beginning to feel sticky with the sweat of their intense interaction. Arching into his hands, she felt her nipples harden against his fingers, making her whimper in delight. Her own body began to tense, orgasm not far off, and she wondered how much longer Paul could last. Fuck! The vulgar word slipped from her lips involuntarily, making her blush even deeper, as he gripped her breasts. Paul was cumming inside her within moments, and she was glad that she was on the pill if she was to be his mistress, no that word didn't seem right and neither did lover, his sexual partner was the only respectable term that came to mind, she'd stay protected. Her own orgasm overtook her moments later, and she screamed out, as her own hot juices mixed with his, overflowing her pussy. She felt dirty, his cum running down her inner thighs and smeared across her ass, and she bit her lip when he commanded that she let it dry there. Slowly she turned around, her body trembling, and grabbed her clothes. Once dressed and out in the parking lot, she made sure that her identity was safe and removed the mask. I'll be here, on time, and you won't be disappointed. There was a subtle wink, and she leaned in, granting him a searing kiss to his lips before climbing into the car. See you. She slammed the door and drove away, trying to force down the guilt she felt. What had she become? Clearly she was not really his mistress or lover, not the way he used her in the elevator, and she certainly was not his girlfriend. There was no other word for what she was. She was a whore, his whore, and the idea was even dirtier than she had feared. Arriving at the apartment, the doorman greeted her with a smile, not knowing what she'd just done, and he opened the door to allow her entrance. She rode the elevator back up to her new apartment, though even the ride up felt dirty as scenes of what had just transpired echoed in her mind. Once inside, she made her way to the shower, hot water immediately turned on and filling the bathroom with steam. She stripped, dropping her clothes on the floor, and stepped into the hot water, scrubbing away the sweat and cum as though she were trying to wash the sins away, not that she really could. Skin tinged pink from the scrubbing she left the shower, grabbing a towel and drying off she'd made an appointment with at the spa to have laser hair removal done. It was the latest technology, no heal time and no regrowth. If he wanted her smooth he'd get smooth. At six o'clock, Charlotte arrived in the foyer, having gone to her appointment and returned to her new apartment to take a quick nap and dress. She forced herself to tune out the guilt, knowing that she was being paid to be a sexy and willing woman, and so she walked with ease and grace, every bit the confident woman. Black knee high boots clicked on the floor as she walked toward him, her long legs smooth and silky, running up to a short tight black leather skirt that fell two inches below her ass. A semi-sheer red shirt clung to her curves, and the outline of her black bra could be seen faintly through the fabric. Long brown hair hung in soft waves around her shoulders, and the scent of roses informed him that she was wearing the perfume he'd sent her the night before. Beneath the skirt she was wearing a black silk thong, and as she approached, she raised slightly to issue a kiss to his lips. Hello there.