The Hooker (Swanson Court 1.50)

“Rachel.”

Rachel, I repeat the name silently in my mind. It suits her. “I’m Landon.”

She smiles at me. She still looks uncertain, but I don’t allow myself the luxury of wondering why.

“Did Aidan tell you it was my birthday?”

“Yes,” she says.

I nod. “What are your rates?”

She hesitates, and I understand why. It’s bad manners to ask the value of a gift after all, but I’d like to know. “It’s already been taken care of,” she replies.

“Of course. But tell me anyway.”

She tells me. It’s an impressive sum. “My brother is being very generous,” I say, “So… what do I get for that?”

She pauses. “The whole night.”

My fingers tingle in anticipation. “Anything I want?”

Her voice is a whisper. “Anything you want.”

Perfect. I get up from the sofa, unable to wait any longer. “Follow me,” I tell her, going towards the stairs and up to one of the guest bedrooms. We’re already there when I realize how ill-equipped I am for an encounter with a prostitute. I usually keep my rendezvous with women away from this particular apartment. Mainly because of the memories it holds. What that means, right now, is that if she doesn’t have condoms, I’m going to end up having sex with my hand.

“You have condoms?” I ask her.

She pauses, and my stomach starts to contract in dread. Then she retrieves a roll from her purse and hands them to me.

I walk into the room and toss them on the bed before sitting on the armchair close to the bed. I’m trying my best to stay cool, but my fingers are tingling, aching to tear off her clothes and fuck her till she can’t stand. She’s still standing by the door, looking like she’s not sure what to do. I motion for her to move towards me, and when she a few feet from me, I raise a hand to stop her.

“Take off your clothes,” I say.

Slowly, she unzips her dress, while my whole body tightens in anticipation. Under the dress is a black lace bra and panties. Her breasts are full, her stomach flat. Her legs in her high heels are long, and I can already imagine them wrapped around my waist.

She looking at me. Waiting for me to say something. “All your clothes.” I clarify, watching as she unhooks her bra and her beautiful pink-tipped breast spill out.

My cock is straining in my pants, hard and insistent. My eyes fix on her nipples, watching them harden. She bends to pulls down her panties, and when she straightens, I can’t look away from the perfection that’s her body.

“Get on the bed,” I manage.

She walks over to the bed, her breasts swaying with every step. I want to get up and throw her onto the bed, spread her legs and taste her. The thought takes me closer to the edge. I get up, and start to take off my clothes. “Take off your shoes, Rachel,” I say. “Pull up your legs and spread them, I want to see you touch yourself.”

She does as I say, her fingers slipping between her legs, rubbing over every spot I have to fight the urge to cover with my tongue. She moans, her head falling back as she closes her eyes.

I tear at my buttons, watching her fingers hungrily, and yet also needing to see the look in her eyes. “Open your eyes,” I tell her. “Don’t close them. Don’t do anything unless I tell you to.”

She nods, and I rip off the rest of my clothes, watching her eyes cloud as she looks at me. She moans again just as I pull off my briefs. My cock is rock hard, tight and aching with the need to replace the finger she’s right now slipping inside herself.

Fuck. I roll on a condom and kneel on the bed between her legs. Her fingers are still moving and I cover them with mine, taking over as I palm her cunt and slip two fingers inside her.

She’s wet, and soft, and responsive. I feel her body, warm and slick, tighten around my fingers. Her groan is soft and needy, and as I start to move my fingers, she moves in time with me, driving her hips into my hand. She’s so hot, so eager, and it’s so arousing. “Don’t stop,” she moans, “oh please don’t stop.”

As if I would. My cock is at the point of pain, but still I wait, and plunge another finger inside her. Her body stiffens, jerking off the bed as she comes.

I can’t wait anymore. As soon as the first wave of her orgasm is over, I pull out my fingers, grab hold of her legs, spreading them wider as I bury myself deep inside her warmth.

Sweet Jesus! She’s fucking tight, and so hot. She feels so fucking good.