Chapter 235 - 3 - Meeting the Needs of the Customer

I snapped a few cleavage shots, and included my red lips, but not my full face. They looked pretty good, I guess?

I figured I was ready. The past week went by in somewhat of a blur. Mark loaned me the cash and I went around town snapping up deals on all the shit I needed to buy. It's strange but it's actually hard to find unscented stuff. Most everything is made to smell nice, not to smell neutral. But like Mark said, after they leave me, they'll be kissing the wife on the cheek, and women have better sniffers than men!

But the apartment's all set, the tables ready, the towel warmer works, and I was scared shitless! I put the ad up on this place called 'Backpage' that Mark knew all about. Within an hour I had two inquiries and 4 dɨċk pictures. Mark said to block those numbers, so I did. Can't have any discussion of services, either.

Finally, I got a serious text offer! We went back and forth, he sent me a pic of his Driver's License with his address covered. Mark insisted on that for my safety. I sent it to an e-mail account of his. Kind of morbid, but at least they could find the guy if something happened to me.

I hurried home and got everything ready for Mike's 6:30 arrival. Lit the candles, put on the new age music, fixed my hair for the fifteenth time, and waited.

And waited.

At 7:30 I blew out the candles and ate a Stouffer's dinner. Asshole! I was so mad, because another guy texted after him for a 7 o'clock slot but I had to decline. Them's the breaks, I guess.

I blocked his number. Mark said not to waste my time with losers, they will just suck up my resources. Got a few dɨċk pics, blocked those guys.

Finally got another date setup for two nights later. His selfie looked pretty good, 40's maybe, not stupid looking. Here's hoping! I sent his name, phone number, and pic to Mark's email. Just a safety feature, Mark said. I got everything prepped for 'Chris'; music ready, candles lit, towel and oil warmers on, I think I got everything?

At 6:05 there was a slight knock at my door. Holy shit he's here! Okay, I told myself. Deep breaths, you can do this. Go on now, open the door, don't make them wait!

I checked the peephole, he looked like the pic he sent me. I opened the door and asked him to come inside. He smiled at me, which was good! Once I closed the door I gave him a nice hug, just to show I'm friendly, ya know. Break the ice a little bit.

"Thanks for coming, Handsome!"

"Well, uh, sure! Nice to be here. Um where do I..." He was fumbling in his pocket. Oh yeah, money first.

"Right over here is a basket, honey." He dropped in some bills. I didn't count them. That looks tacky. "Thanks darling. Would you like a quick shower? Wash off the day? I won't start the hour until you dry off."

"Um, okay! Thanks! Oh, and you look awesome. I'm glad you match your picture, that doesn't always happen."

"Seriously? Well, uh, I aim to please!" Oh god that's a stupid thing to say! "Um, you can undress over here, and there's a towel for you on the table."

Chris undid his dress-shirt buŧŧons, then slipped his black T-shirt over his head. Not bad for forty! Shucked off his shoes, socks. unbuckled his khakis and dropped them to reveal grey boxer brɨėfs. The moment of truth...

And it looks good! Unshaven of course, but I can't expect much from married men. But decently sized. I was so pleased he didn't have a tiny ċȯċk. At least not for my first guy!

I showed him to the shower where he cleaned up. Meanwhile I checked myself out in the mirror. I was wearing a black kimono with a tiger design on it and pȧntɨės. No bra, of course, as the girls will be out soon! The pȧntɨės, though, well I hadn't made up my mind just yet. Although, I was pretty sure they would be coming off soon.

Hair needs a little flip here, lips good, eyes good, and the water's off!

Chris dried himself and walked nȧkėd to the table and laid face down. Mark was right, guys will NOT keep their legs together! Chris's legs splayed out to where his feet were bȧrėly on the table.

As the candles flickered and the New-Age music floated over us, I grabbed a hot towel and I began the massage.

"Oooh!" Chris said quietly as I pressed the hot towel in his ȧss crack and rubbed a little bit.

"That's nice!"

My fingers then did the super-light and quick finger drag all over his skin. His back was only slightly hairy, which was nice for me. I grazed over his ȧss cheeks, a couple fingers danced on his ball sac. That got a 'mmmm' from Chris. I guess I was doing something right!

"Have you been doing this long?" Chris asked.

Oh shit, I thought. Can he tell?

"Oh, just a little while, I guess. Why? Am I doing something wrong?"

"Oh no! No, I'm just loving this technique. Never had anything like it before."

I passed my right hand over his buŧŧ cheeks and grazed my fingernails over his ȧsshole.

"Uh, yesss, that technique! No I just meant I hadn't seen you on Backpage before."

I massaged his taint a little bit, then leaned down and pressed my brėȧsts into his back, and moved my head right by his ear.

"If you're nice to me," I whispered, then licked his earlobe a little. "I'll tell you a secret when we're done."

I kissed his neck a little more and slid my hand down to his balls and tickled them with my nails. I could feel him firming up down there.

"How we doing so far, Chris?"

He mȯȧnėd, then managed to get out a 'N-i-i-i-c-c-e" as I suċkėd his lobe a little more.

"Is your back alright? Because I would like to climb on top, if that's okay with you."

Chris chuckled. "I'm perfect, climb on board!"

Remembering Mark's advice, I kept rubbing Chris even as I untied my kimono and let it slip onto the floor. I hesitated for a second, then slipped off my pȧntɨės with only a little bit of trouble. Chris didn't notice. Damn, I thought. I'm getting good!

I climbed on the table and straddled his ȧss cheeks, resting my pussƴ on him. I leaned forward and rested my hands on his shoulders pressing into his tense muscles.

"Oh god that feels good!" said Chris.

I kneaded his shoulders and back muscles for a good couple minutes.

"Is unscented oil okay?"

"Yes!"

I lifted off him a bit so I could reach my squeeze bottle from it's warmer. It was kind of like a ketchup squeeze bottle in a restaurant but this one was clear. I drizzled the warm oil all over his back.

Then I put my hands on the table at his sides, and lowered my bȧrė brėȧsts onto his skin. I dragged my hardening nɨppŀės back and forth, up and down, and they entered into their 'Power Nipple' mode!

"Is that," Chris stammered. "Are those, what I think they are?"

"Well I don't know," I responded. "If you think they are my bȧrė E-cup brėȧsts, topped by extremely hard and turned on nɨppŀės, then, yes. Hope you don't mind!"

"Mind?" he laughed. "Can I turn over now?" And he started to twist!

"Not yet!" I said as I pressed him back to his prone position. I checked the clock. 18 minutes. Okay, Okay, what else?

I raised up and rested my weight on his ȧss cheeks again. As I rubbed his back up and down with my firm hands, I also ground my pussƴ into his cheeks.

"I'm getting a little massage too, Hope you don't mind?"

He responded with a muffled "Jesus Christ" and tried to turn over again.

"Uh, uh, uh!" I scolded him playfully and pushed his head back down.

"Now stay, boy!" I said and then did a 180 and sat back on the small of his back facing his feet.

I drizzled oil on his cheeks, and down his legs. Then I rubbed it in from his ȧss to his feet. Up and down, circling his legs, rubbing everywhere, and finally settling my hands on his ȧss cheeks.

I rubbed them hard, and deep, and my fingers ran all over his buŧŧhole. With my middle finger, I rimmed him good, pressing down but not entering. Again, It was a good thing I was sitting on him as he tried to roll over again. Pressing a little further, I could feel his rock hard taint. I oiled that a little more and pressed slowly, with both hands. Then I mixed it up, one hand on his scrote while the other danced up and down his taint and played with his ȧss.

Chris was extremely turned on, I could tell by his deep breathing, his rock hard taint, and I could hear him whispering "Jesus" over and over! And, surprisingly, I was also fuċkɨnġ turned on! Well, maybe not so surprisingly. I mean, I was rubbing my tɨts and pussƴ on a nȧkėd man, after all! And I was loving the feeling that I was in control of this man, and that he was paying to see me!

"Okay," I said to Chris. "I'm going to let you turn over in just a minute or two. But first I need to get a hot towel. I'm going to get down, now Stay!"

"Ok," he said meekly. "But I'm struggling here, don't take too long!"

I slid off Chris and quickly got a hot towel out of the warmer. I waved it a couple times to cool it off, then draped it across his broad shoulders.

"Ahhh," he mȯȧnėd. "That's really nice!"

I pressed the towel into his skin, sliding it down over his lower back, his buŧŧ cheeks, thɨġhs, calves, and feet. It seemed to do a pretty good job of getting the excess oil off his skin.

"Alright, Tiger," I said in my low sėxy voice. "Turn over if you'd like to!"

Chris reached out with his hands and gently held my left brėȧst as I brought it to his mouth. He kissed all around my turgid nɨppŀė, and finally latched on. His tongue worked on me as his lips surrounded my nɨppŀė and he suċkėd as hard as he could.

Jesus, what a charge I was getting out of this! This guy is paying me big money to suck on my big fat tit! And he loves it! I mȯȧnėd and enjoyed the sensations. Little sparks ran from my nɨppŀės directly to my pussƴ. Jesus. Oh shit, I should be doing something, right? Oh yeah, grab his ċȯċk!

I grabbed my squirt bottle and saturated his ċȯċk with oil, at the same time he was getting much more handsy with my tɨts; squeezing both of them, rolling them, kneading them, all while never letting go of my left power nɨppŀė.

I lightly handled the head of his ċȯċk, enjoying the slippery feel of it. Grasping a little tighter, I began stroking him the full length. It was a nice ċȯċk, just kind of regular, I guess. But super, super rock hard. I made sure to squeeze hard when I got right under his tip.

I only stroked him like maybe twenty times when he released my tit from his suċkɨnġ mouth and just whispered "Holy fuċkɨnġ shit!" I felt his ċȯċk beginning to shudder and pulse, I increased my stroked right at his dɨċk's head and kept the pressure firm.

I was immediately rewarded with spurts of ċum! I felt the hot juice hit my right tit, again and again. I kept stroking him and looked at his ċȯċk, the spurts now just hitting his stomach and lower abdomen. Christ, I thought. This guys ċums a lot!

Chris's body went from rigid to limp as his ȯrġȧsm left the building. "Oh my God! You don't know how good that felt... thank you thank you thank you. I need a minute..." I smiled as he panted, still holding his ċȯċk.

I looked at the clock, 33 minutes. Right on schedule! I grabbed another hot towel from the warmer and cleaned his ċum off my tit, then wiped his stomach and groin area all clean.

"Good as new!" I pronounced. I gently rubbed his shoulders and ċhėst, and banged into his still hard ċȯċk.

"Patience?" Chris asked. "Do we have any time left?"

"Yes baby, about twenty minutes or so. What can I do for you? Another back rub or--"

"Well, if you don't mind, maybe I could, um, play with your bȯȯbs some more? I can't get this at home!"

"Sure baby!" I moved around to where I was standing right at his head and dangled my tɨts in his face. I teased him some before I let his mouth catch a nɨppŀė. Meanwhile, he reached over his head and discovered my ȧss.

Squeezing my cheeks, he exclaimed, "You seem to have lost your pants!"

"Yeah, um, they were here a minute ago..."

I mashed my left tit back in his face as he continued feeling me, trying to spread my cheeks.

What the fuċk, I thought, and I spread my legs open wide.

Chris released my cheeks and placed his hand on my pussƴ from the front, and worked his fingers in between my pussƴ lips.

"Christ, you're all wet!"

Yeah, I was fuċkɨnġ wet. I was very fuċkɨnġ wet. I would really like to ċum, and I like this guy Chris! Mark warned me not to get emotionally involved, but, fuċk! This is hard! I'm being all intimate with this guy, made him ċum, he's touching my ċunt, and I'm not supposed to feel anything? Shit! I do feel something! I want to fuċk the shit out of this guy!

But, but, that would make me a prȯstɨtutė. A fuċkɨnġ whore. Which I'm not. Right? I'm not a whore? Or am I? Fucking hell!

Chris slipped a couple fingers right into my wet pussƴ. I stiffened up, but from pŀėȧsurė, not anger or surprise. Goddamnit I want to ċum. I looked at his ċȯċk, it was the same fuċkɨnġ hardness as it was before he came. Ok, think! Think of something!

I told him to hold still, and I climbed aboard the table again. I really wanted to impale my fuċkɨnġ self on his pole, but no, not today.

I squirted more oil on his ċȯċk, and squirted some on my cleavage, too. I nestled myself in between his legs so that my tɨts came to rest right on top of his ċȯċk. With just a little push, his ċȯċk snuggled in between my tɨts. With great tactical brilliance on my part, I straddled his right leg with both of mine, my pussƴ lips resting on his knee. Yeah baby!

I moved up and down on his ċȯċk as I pressed my tɨts from the side. "You like tit fuċkɨnġ me baby? Huh baby? Big fuċkɨnġ tɨts for you?"

"Yes! Jesus Christ YES! I love your fuċkɨnġ tɨts so much! Fucking big motherfucking tɨts!"

He fuċkėd my tɨts hard while I humped his knee with my ċunt and my ċŀɨt.

"You feel my wetness on you, Chris? Huh? Feel my wet ċunt? I'm gonna ċum on you is that okay?"

Chris nodded yes vigorously with his head, but seemed unable to speak.

"Cum on my tɨts, baby! Fuck my big fuċkɨnġ tɨts and ċum on me!"

Chris thrashed about and pummeled my ċhėst with his raging ċȯċk. The look in his eyes, on his face, I fuċkɨnġ loved it. This guy was into ME! And he was fuċkɨnġ paying for it, for ME! Fuck yeah!

My thɨġhs death-gripped his leg as my pussƴ ground hard into his kneebone. I was going to ċum in about 12 seconds.

"Chris," I panted. "I'm going to ċum on you. Hope that's okay!"

"Really! Oh FUCK!!" Chris ġrȯȧnėd like some spook on Halloween as his convulsing ċȯċk shot more spurt between my big tɨts. Simultaneously, my ȯrġȧsm hit me like I knew it would. It was a big, strong one, so much better than the small-to-medium ones I get by myself. This one tore at my insides like a fuċkɨnġ lion.

I leaked a bunch of juices on Chris's leg, and finally collapsed lazily on top of him, forgetting myself, my job, my role, it was fan-fucking-tastic.

After a few moments or maybe an hour, Chris called to me. "Patience? you okay sweetie?"

"Yeah baby," I responded, dreamily. Glancing at the clock, we still had ten minutes. Mark's voice pounded in my head. It's a business! Don't get involved! It's a business!

Right. It's a business. Fuck!

"How about another shower, baby?" I asked Chris. "I'll clean you up!"

We steadied each other as we went to my shitty bathroom and started the crappy shower. Chris's ċȯċk was still hard.

"Viagra?" I asked him. He nodded.

"Well I hope that fuċker goes down! Will be kind of embarrassing to show up in the emergency room with a raging hard-on!" I'm such a pisser sometimes. I think I'm funny, and sometimes that's enough.

I scrubbed this man good, and let him wash my tɨts thoroughly. Apparently, they were amazingly dirty as he just kept washing and washing them with the soap. I smiled and giggled, you gotta love a guy who likes big tɨts like mine!

As we dried each other off, Chris looked kind of upset.

"You okay hon?" I asked.

"Yeah, was just wondering something."

"What is it sweetie?" I asked.

"Well, it's kind of stupid. I'd like to see you again, but I'd also like to kiss you next time. Is that weird?"

Oh fuċk oh shit! I want to kiss him too!

"DON'T GET EMOTIONALLY INVOLVED" Mark's voice boomed in my head.

"Um, no, not weird baby!" I said, trying to think of something else Mark had said. Oh yeah, GFE. "We can do the, uh, Girl Friend Experience thing. But it's a little more costly."

How much more, I thought frantically! I like this guy but I'm also supposed to charge him but I don't want to scare him away. Fifty bucks? Fifty bucks for kissing? Sounds fair, I guess? That's a total of $250, would he pay that? Oh shit what do I do?

"I tell you what," I said, making this shit up as I went along. "I told you I'd tell you a secret. And that is, you're my first ever customer!"

"No way!" Chris remarked. "You're, you're amazing! A fuċkɨnġ pro! I've been to lots of places and girls but you're the best ever--"

I kissed him. And hugged him. And leaned into him, and felt his hard ċȯċk pressing into my belly.

"Come back next week, I'll do any fuċkɨnġ thing you want for three hundred." I dropped to my knees, took his ċȯċk and slapped it against my cheek. A little string of post-cum, or pre-cum, stuck to my cheek. I kissed his ċȯċk on it's hard shaft.

"Any fuċkɨnġ thing you want." I repeated.

Chris is now my best customer. You fuċkɨnġ better believe it!

- - - -

That first week I made $450, as Chris had left me an extra tip. I took Friday night off to relax, but I had guys texting me to see if i was available. This is pretty cool!

The next Monday, I had a big, fat, hairy but bald-headed guy. He was 350 pounds easy. Kinda hard to find his dɨċk. Erect, he was at least 3 inches. Oh well, He liked me. Mark had said that I need to try and find one thing about each guy that I could like. With this guy, I like his attitude. He was like, Hey, I'm big and fat but so what!

Tuesday was Rick. So cute, single, and so nervous! His first time ever, he said, at a massage place. He wasn't even hard at the halfway point because of his nerves. He was even shaking a little bit. Once I let him suck my tɨts, he seemed to calm down. He shot his load, grabbed his clothes and left without tucking in his shirt or anything! Maybe I was too big? Maybe I was too forward? Maybe he's so socially awkward and this is the best he can do?

Wednesday Chris came again, he had texted that he wanted the 'anything I want' package. Me and my dumb mouth. I introduced a new little thing to my routine, drinking! I got some airline bottles of Fireball, Jack Daniels, and Patron. Also had on hand Stella beers and some La Crema chardonnay. Mark helped me pick these out. Said most guys could make do with these selections.

I opened the door for Chris, but he couldn't see me as I was hidden behind the door. He stepped in and I closed it, revealing myself to be completely nȧkėd! I hugged him and kissed his cheek, then led him by the hand to the kitchen where I showed him my drink collection. Pleased, he chose a Fireball shot, and could he also have a beer? I shot a Fireball with him, and he opened the white wine and poured me some. He drank his beer in the shower, which I never heard of, but he said it's kind of a thing.

The shot and the wine mellowed me quite a bit but I was still fully functional. I'm not a lightweight by any means! I may be poor, but I know how to drink. It was nice to be mellowed, that little bitch in the back corner of my mind kept telling me "You're gonna be a whore, you're gonna be a whore!" She was doing it a in a child's sing-song voice which was really annoying.

I guess she was right, though. I was going to be a whore. I was going to fuċk this guy and he was going to pay me. No, wait, let me check the basket... yep, he already paid me! $300. Maybe that's too little? Whatever, I needed to get laid as bad as he did, I think.

I met him as he stepped out of the shower. I took his towel from him and finished drying him off. I paid particular attention to his lower body, patting and rubbing him all over. As I eyeballed his ċȯċk and balls, I thought to myself that he looked pretty clean, nothing visible.

I dropped the towel to the side, and took his ċȯċk in my right hand. I don't know if it was Viagra or he was just happy to see me, but he was fully hard already! Leaning in close, I stuck out my tongue and licked his pėnɨs head.

"Mmmmm" I mȯȧnėd as I closed my lips around his ċȯċk. He grabbed the door frame, to stabilize himself.

"Jesus Fucking Christ on the Cross!" he managed to say.

I stroked him with my hand a little bit, and brought more of his ċȯċk inside my mouth. Slathering him with my tongue, I got him all seriously wet. I pulled back off him, a little spider web of saliva hung between us for a moment. I looked up into his eyes.

"Don't you go and write about this on that Erotic Review site!" I warned him.

"Oh fuċk no! I promise." He shook his head with deep sincerity.

"Okay baby," I replied. Then I asked him, "So did you want to maybe skip the massage and just have some fun?"

He nodded eagerly as I led him to my bed.

Once we lay down on the sheets, he wanted to kiss me, and kiss me he did! For like ten minutes! Tender, gentle, hard, soft, with tongue, without, he just liked kissing me a whole fuċkɨnġ lot! I liked it too, as we rolled around on the bed, my legs opened a few times. I could smell my arousal.

"Would you, um," he stammered. "Can I do anything for you?"

I jokingly answered "Well you can eat me out and fuċk me!" And before I could really laugh he was already moving down and spreading my legs.

As good as Chris was at kissing, he was even better at ŀɨċkɨnġ pussƴ. Tender and gentle at first, but he picked up speed and licked and suċkėd my lips very enthusiastically.

"Your wife must love this!"

He broke off for a minute and looked up at me, his face glistening in the candlelight. "Naw, not so much. It makes her nervous, she says." He returned to his eating of my pussƴ.

Stupid woman, his wife, I thought. Chris slipped in a couple fingers easily, yesssss! I was so fuċkɨnġ wet I couldn't believe it! I arched up as he ran his tongue around my pulsing ċŀɨt, and his fingers probed my deeper and deeper. Please, please, more to the front, almost... YES! That's the spot.

"Yes baby, yes baby! Right there, keep doing that... I'm going to ċum, uh huh, yes baby! OOOOO!"

He stayed on my ċŀɨt through my ȯrġȧsm, I had to push him off as it got too intense and hurt a little bit. He shoved the rest of his fingers up inside me. My pussƴ clenched on his fingers all by itself. I felt full and wonderful.

"Did you, ahh, did you ċum?"

"Jesus Christ yes baby! Thank you!" I motioned him to come up and we met in a beautiful kiss. My pussƴ juice dripped down his chin onto mine. Fucking sweet.

He lowered his body onto mine, and his ċȯċk just fell in right where it was supposed to. Without even trying, he was about two inches inside me. He grinned at me, and pushed it all the way in.

We both let out an "Ahhhhh" as he filled me up. Then I grabbed his ȧss cheeks and pulled him tight.

"Come on baby," I whispered. "Fuck me like you mean it!"

And he did. He fuċkėd me hard, he fuċkėd me deep, he fuċkėd me fast, I felt so complete. He pistoned in and out of me so fuċkɨnġ hard, I didn't know what to think or do. All that remained was animal instinct. I think I growled or mewled at him, he just fell on top of me and kept fuċkɨnġ me and squeezed my tit.

"Ouch!" I yelped as he pinched my nɨppŀė so hard. He relented, only slightly, then went back to squeezing my whole tit as hard as he could. This boy likes big tɨts, I remembered thinking.

Still fuċkɨnġ me, he rose up on his elbows and bent his head down so he could suck my tɨts. I held the for him and he hungrily suċkėd them.

"I gotta ċum!" he squeaked out. He looked unsure, like he didn't know if that was okay or what.

"Cum inside me baby, it's fine" And it was fine. I'm on the Pill, thanks to Mark's insistence.

"Oh fu-u-u-u-c-k-k-k!" Chris mȯȧnėd as he pumped full of his hot ċum. I could feel the hot jets of his spėrm shooting inside me. His ċȯċk trembled and flexed for me.

It was, one of those surreal moments. I hadn't been laid properly in months, and now, this guy is PAYING good money to fuċk me! I just held him tighter as he emptied it all inside me.

After a couple minutes, he returned to earth and breathed like a normal human. "Thank you, thank you so much!" He looked like he was close to tears. "It's been so long since, well, since it's been good..."

I just let that hang. I know how he felt!

"I'm here for you baby," I said. "Whenever you need me, just call me." I kissed him deeply. "I needed this too!"

We kissed some more. His ċȯċk was still inside me, thought partly deflated.

"I'll be your fuċk buddy," I whispered to him. "I'll be your ċum-slut. I'll be your whore. You like that? You like having your own personal ċum whore? Yes baby, you're hard again, I can feel it, fuċk me some more baby, yes, like that... fuċk your ċum sŀut... you can ċum in my ċunt... uh huh... ċum in my ȧss... ċum in my mouth... all my holes are for you baby... fuċk me anywhere baby... fuċk me... I need it... I need your ċum... fuċk your whore baby... fuċk your whore hard baby... you're making me ċum baby... I'm ċummɨnġ on your ċȯċk baby..."

And I did. My ċunt death-gripped his ċȯċk and I shook with passion and delight as my ȯrġȧsm spasmed through my entire body. I think my dirty-talking did it. I meant all of it, too. He climaxed somewhere during this time, too. His ċȯċk could bȧrėly stay inside me with all the extra ċum in there!

Eventually, I looked at the clock. One hour and ten. Whatever, I didn't have anyone else booked. Chris reluctantly rose off me.

He spoke very excitedly. "Jesus! That was, amazing! The best ever! You're, you're, it was so, oh my God you're the best!"

Cum was basically flowing out of my ċunt, so I suggested we shower.. Chris left with a silly grin on his face and a can of Coke in his hand, my attempt at sobering him up before he went home to the little wife.