The remainder of the weekend found Sally contemplating her new life.
Monday morning she would quit her job. There were better ways to make a living and as long as the was still young and had a tight, wet cunt she would never be hurting for money. Not that she would be an out and out whore… No, she thought, I am too good for that; but a hundred-dollar-a-night call girl, now that was something else!
Sunday night, Sally said to herself, no time like the present. She took her sexiest mini-skirt out of the closet, her see-throughest blouse and her filmiest nylon panties.
After painstakingly applying her make-up, she got dressed and left her apartment. Not really knowing where to start or what to do, she decided that the easiest way would be to go to the nearest bar and watch the action.
As she walked in through double swinging doors, all male eyes cast admiring glances. Strolling nonchalantly, she walked to the nearest booth and sat at the end of the seat. Crossing her legs, she could feel the material of her dress sliding up over her thighs.
A man, rather young, but terribly good-looking, walked over to her.
"Buy you a drink?" he said.
"Sure," Sally said casually.
Sitting down across from her, he lit a cigarette and handed it to her. Taking a puff, Sally blew a thick cloud of blue smoke toward the ceiling.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Sally Nichols. Your turn."
"Brent. Brent Porter." After giving the waiter their order, Brent turned back to her, his eyes staring appreciatively at her breasts, exposed through the sheerness of her blouse.
"Like what you see?" Sally said, moving her tongue over her lips.
"Very much. Do you come here often?"
"No, why do you ask?"
"Well, it's just that I haven't seen you before."
Sally smiled suggestively. "If you'd like, you can see a lot more of me."
Brent knew the score. Ordinarily, he would never pay for pussy, but this chick was something else. There was something about her and he knew that he would pay anything she wanted.
"How much?"
Sally, still smiling teasingly, told him. "An even hundred."
"You've got a deal. Do you live near here?"
"Love is just around the corner. Come on."
The waiter brought their drinks.
"What about these?" he asked.
"Save them for later," said Brent.
With his arm around her waist, they looked like any other young couple out for a walk. Only they knew different.
Sally could feel the excitement rising in her loins as she thought about what she was going to do. This was her first trick, her first john, the first cock that will have paid for the privilege of using, of fucking, her cunt.
Although she was going to be paid for her services, she didn't want to be like an ordinary whore. She didn't want any wham, bang, thank you, ma'am fucks. She wanted to enjoy herself just as much as the man did.
So, after walking into her apartment and locking the door, she fell into Brent's arms and pressed her mouth to his, lightly playing over his lips with the tip of her tongue.
Small sighs of passion escaped from her throat as she felt his hard on pressing against her thigh. Reaching down to the front of his trousers, she cupped the hardness of his cock, rubbing her hand up and down the length of it.
At the same time, Brent was busily fondling the softness of her breasts underneath her blouse.
"Oh baby," Sally whispered, in his ear, her breath hot with passion, "let's go into the bedroom and I'll really do you right."
In the bedroom, Sally said, "All right, baby, you just lie down and relax. Mama will take good care of you."
Smiling, Brent happily reclined on the bed, while Sally pulled off his shoes and stockings. She unbuttoned his shirt, her fingers trailing lightly across his cheat. Then looking down, she could see the bulge of his cock pressed against his pants.
"Well," she said, "we're going to have to do something about that, won't we?"
Nimble fingers unfastened his belt and with one fell swoop, she had his pants and undershorts off.
Naked, he waited for Sally to continue – and that she did.
Moving down the bed, she lightly rubbed the soles of his feet with her hands while she laved her tongue, wet with saliva, over his toes – taking time to suck them occasionally into her mouth for good measure.
She was pleased to hear him sigh with pleasure and it made her want to try that much more to please him. Leaving his toes, she licked every inch of both feet until they were covered with a thin coat of saliva.
Her tongue then moved up his legs until she was almost to his cock. His male odor penetrated her nostrils, arousing her passions even more.
Her tongue lapped lightly at his balls, lying heavy below the erect harness of his prick. Opening her mouth wide, she sucked one nut inside, letting it wallow in the warmth of her saliva, then, with both hands, parted the hairy cheeks of his ass, exposing his tight, puckered asshole. Still sucking his balls she pressed her right index finger against his rectum. At her touch, she was surprised to see, it blossomed open, begging her, to stick her finger inside.
Brent groaned louder as he felt the harness of her finger penetrating his anus, sending the sensations right up to his cock. He knew he was going to get his moneys worth tonight all right.
Still finger-fucking his ass, Sally left his balls and moved her mouth up to his cock. Wetting her tongue, she licked up the long, hard shaft, starting at the hair-covered base, then moving right up to the bulging red head.
As she lapped the underside of his knob, it throbbed uncontrollably, sending shivers of pleasure racing through his body.
Opening her mouth wide, Sally then sucked half of his cock into her mouth. Gently, she bit dawn on the hard, warm flesh, grating against it with the sharp edges of her teeth. Brent cried out, half in pain, half with pleasure, at the feeling of her teeth digging into his cock.
Sally eased up with her teeth, then sucked him deeper into her mouth until her lips almost touched his patch of pubic hair at the base. Up and down her head went as she forced his prick in and out of her mouth – at the same time finger-fucking his asshole with one hand and squeezing his balls with the other.
By instinct, Sally could see that he was just about to come and it was much too soon for that. Letting his cock fall from her mouth, she got up from the bed. Hurriedly, she climbed over his bod until she was squatting, her wet, swollen cunt directly above the bursting, purple head of his knobkerrie.
Grasping the base of the shaft in her hand, Sally rubbed his cock head up and down the length of her gash, wetting the tip with her warm excretions.
Sally felt her clitoris, erect and throbbing with passion. The hot juices of her lust ran thickly down the inner flesh of her thighs. I am ready to be fucked! she announced to herself.
Husky breathed, Sally pressed his cock head against the quivering cavern of her cunt. Slowly, she sank onto the heavy, throbbing slab of meat. She could feel the thickness of his prick, stretching wide the walls of her ever-ready vagina as she impaled herself with the deliberateness of a suicidal Japanese on a samurai sword.
When she had his cock fully buried inside the soft, slimy hole, she bent to rest on his chest. Her breath was hot in his ear as she whispered, "Oh, baby, your cock is so good… so big. Jesus, you're filling my cunt with it. Fuck me. Oh, honey, fuck me hard with your beautiful, fucking prick. Slam it up my hole, oh, ram it into me. Cram it in my cunt. God, that's good."
Brent was throwing his ass up and down, driving every inch of his cock into her slimy, soft, grasping hole. Loud sucking sounds filled the room as did the odor of their sex. Their breath was hot in each other's face as they struggled with the breathtaking tide of their passion.
As he fucked her, Brent reached down to cup the soft, bouncing flesh of her ass. Sally moaned as one of his fingers scraped inside the deep crack of her ass until he found her tightly puckered hole. He pressed against it. Sally cried out as she felt the tip of his finger being inserted inside her rectum. She felt she had to shit, but she liked it.
"More, Brent, give me more." Her pleadings ground into his ears. "Stick your finger all the way up. Oh, God, yes, fuck my asshole, all the way. Oh, that feels so good. Move it in and out. Oh, God, good, oh yes!"
Brent complied and began sawing his finger-cum-sword in and out of the tight sheath of her rectum. As he fucked her ass, he could feel his finger pressing against a soft mass of shit; that excited him more.
Both of them were now pumping madly as they struggled for their climax. Sally raised herself on her hands and was throwing her as up and down, fucking herself on his cock for all she was worth. At the same time, Brent's hands shot up to clutch at her soft, billowy tits.
"Oh, fuck me," Sally cried.
The solid cock, sliding back and forth inside the wet tunnel of lust made her cry for joy with every forward thrust. Her skull was ablaze, red hot balls of fire searing her brain.
Suddenly, the volcano inside her genitals erupted, sending her hot, sticky discharge of joy juice pouring from her cunt. At the same time, Brent grunted and she could feel his cock jerking inside that hot twat, as an ocean of slimy, boiling sperm spurted from his prick, drowning her cunt in a sea of jism.
Sally collapsed on top of his body, his softening cock still lodged inside her, vagina. Their mouths met in a hot, wet kiss, their saliva-covered tongues mingling inside each other's mouth.
Suddenly, Sally felt his hands on her thighs. Grasping her, he pulled her body forward until she was squatting over his mouth. She felt his fingers pulling apart the thick swollen outer lips of her receptacle, then his tongue was in side, snaking across the come-soaked flesh of her prick squeezer.
Sal watched as great gobs of his sperm fell from her vagina into his open mouth. His tongue began probing deep inside her hole, sucking out all the warm, creamy juices he could find.
As he lapped her twat, Brent induced Sally's excitement to fever pitch again and she found herself grinding her smelly, slimy gash all over his face, then pressing down to bury his nose inside her bole.
Reaching behind her, she found his cock standing tall, as hard as a rock. Turnabout being fair play, Sally kept her cunt pressed against his face while she quickly moved into the sixty-nine and engulfed the massive length of his cock inside the warm, wet depths of her mouth.
She sucked his cock, trying to draw out another load of his hot, thick, sticky sperm. This time, she decided, I want it in my mouth and want to swallow it. Simultaneous with sucking him, she squeezed his balls, sadistically digging her nails into the sensitive sac.
Brent's ass was gyrating on the bed as Sally aroused his passion to fever pitch. His tongue snaked wildly inside the sticky flesh of her cunt. Sally groaned hoarsely as she drove the rigid flesh of her clitoris into his sensuous mouth. Sal quivered as tiny spasms raced through her stomach. The faster Brent licked and sucked at her throbbing clit, the faster she drew his raging cock in and out of her mouth.
Precipitately, her, body exploded in a fiery orgasm that sent his and her hot, creamy come pouring from her drenched cunt into his thirsty mouth.
With a wild cry, Sally impaled herself on his entire cock, to the hilt in her mouth, while at the same time, savagely grasping his nuts again.
His cock throbbed wildly inside her mouth and then she felt and tasted the come as it spewed from his pisshole down her throat. She sucked feverishly, trying to get every last drop of jism. When the torrent ended, she released his balls and, reversing her position, fell on the bed beside him, resting her head on his shoulders.
After a few minutes, Sally got an irresistible urge to squat and piss all over him, but not knowing how he would react, she managed to control herself. Instead, she got up from the bed and went into the bathroom to relieve her bladder. Swabbing her pussy dry, she walked into the kitchen where she fixed a pitcher of martinis.
When she returned to the bedroom with the pitcher and two glasses, she found him sitting on the side of the bed tying his shoelaces.
"Leaving so soon?" she asked.
On seeing the refreshments he said, "Well, maybe I'll stay a few more minutes."
Taking his hand, she led him into the den where she turned on the stereo while he poured drinks.
Sitting beside her on the couch, Brent turned to her. "Sally, I know this is a foolish question, but, out of curiosity, why did you decide to go into this business?"
Sally, a glint of amusement in her eyes, said, "Oh, I don't know. After working as a secretary where I had to fuck the boss, I just decided that I could make a lot more money and do a lot more fucking this way than being a secretary. Besides, this way I get to sleep late in the morning."
Brent was thoughtful for a moment, then, reaching into his wallet he handed Sally a hundred-dollar bill – plus a business card.
Pointing to the card, he said, "This is a friend of mine. If you would like to make a little more money and perhaps win a little fame, give him a call. Tell him that I sent you and I'm sure he'll be interested."
Brent gave Sally one last kiss and finished his drink.
"Goodnight, baby," he said, and was on his way. Sally walked, back to the couch and poured herself another drink. She looked at the card: Winning Films, John Tyler amp; Associates, 984-8320.
Sally could imagine what type of films they were, but the thought set her cunt to tingling – which decided her to call them first thing in the morning.
As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was asleep, with visions of stardom running through her mind.
She could see herself lying on a bed, her thighs opened wide. Suddenly, the director yelled, "Action!" and there was a huge monster prick plunging deep into her openly juicy cunt.
What a dream!