She was a whore at heart, but she wasn’t willing to charge for it

I returned home somewhat disappointed after attending the 10th reunion of my high school class, even though I had seen many of my old friends and had fun visiting and catching up on our lives. I’d also had a special kind of a reunion with Gary, the handsome guy who had taken my virginity on prom night, just weeks before I married the love of my life. Dan, my husband, couldn’t attend the reunion, so I didn’t hesitate to spend a couple of nights letting Gary plow my pussy, just for old times’ sake.

My disappointment was due to the fact that Jen, one of my best friends in high school, had not been able to attend. She and I had been practically inseparable for over five years. We had shared our darkest secrets and joys, and had stood up for one another when either of us had a problem.

Though we had pretty much lost track of each other over the years, I managed to find her phone number when I returned home, and called her up. It was great to talk to her again, and we chatted for an hour before she had to leave to meet a date.  Before we hung up Jen invited me to come and visit her, and as Dan was planning a two-week hunting trip the following month, I decided to take her up on it.

Jen lived in an elegant high-rise apartment, with a beautiful view. I was very impressed; she had obviously had done very well for herself. One of the first things I asked her, as we sat on her sofa enjoying a glass of wine, was what she did for a living.

Jen was never one to beat around the bush. She looked me right in the eye and said, “I’m a call girl. I sell what most women give away.”
Though I was naturally very surprised, this wasn’t really hard to believe. Jen had been the wild one, the first in our group to get her cherry busted. Though now in her late 20s, she was even sexier than she’d been in high school. She was five feet four, with a great figure, long blonde hair, green eyes and a lovely smile.

She went on to tell me that she made more money in two hours as an escort that she could make in a week at any other job, and with a lot less effort. I have to say that I was fascinated.

We were still catching up when Jen received a call from her service. One of her best clients had just flown into town and asked for her. She said she couldn’t disappoint him, because he was one of her best tippers.

I watched her dress for her date, putting on a pair of thigh-high hose and a rather conservative dress that would have been suitable for any office. She sure didn’t look like a call girl, and when I told her so she explained that her clients stayed in the best hotels, and expected to be called on by someone looking like a lady, not a whore.

She told me she would be back in about two hours, and to make myself at home. When she was gone I found a movie to watch, and sure enough, she returned just as the credits rolled. She apologized for having to leave me alone as she took some bills out of her purse and laid them on the end table, saying “I told you he was a big tipper. The man is loaded!” I could see that the bills were all hundreds—and that was just the tip!

Jen was called in to work five times over the next three days. I couldn’t deny that I was intrigued by her easygoing way of life, and there wasn’t any doubt that she was raking in the cash for doing something I knew she enjoyed. My curiosity was great, and I couldn’t help questioning her about her johns and the things she did with them.

I was listening intently to her tell me about her previous night’s date over coffee one morning, when she asked if I’d like to turn a few tricks myself, so I could learn first-hand what it was like. I was taken aback for a moment, and just looked at her, not knowing how to answer. She put her hand on mine, saying, “Well, you told me you screw around on Dan from time to time, so why not get paid for it for a change?”

A couple of hours later I was sitting in a plush office talking with Jen’s boss. I was nervous as hell, thinking that he would want to sample the merchandise, or at the very least have me strip for him. But my worries were unfounded; he was all business, and agreed to put me to work if that was what I wanted. I told him it would only be temporary, as I was only visiting for a couple of weeks, and he said that was fine.

The very next morning I got a call from the agency, telling me I had a date at three o’clock that afternoon. But I declined at the last minute, saying I just couldn’t do it. Jen took the session instead, and came home afterwards to show me another nice cash bonus.

Jen and I went out to dinner that night, enjoying a pleasant meal at a rooftop nightclub. We were having an after-dinner drink when two good-looking men in their 20s came over to our table, introducing themselves as Dave and Troy and asking if they could join us. They were polite and pleasant, and fun to chat with, but I was surprised when after a while Jen invited them back to her apartment for a nightcap.

We all hopped into a taxi, where I ended up sitting on Dave’s lap while Jen cuddled up to Troy. Dave didn’t waste any time before trying to slip his hand up under my dress, but I quickly pushed it away. He was persistent, however, and when I noticed Jen being felt up by Troy, I allowed him to move his hand up to my crotch, which quickly became damp, as I hadn’t had any cock for six days. As Dave stroked me through my panties he nuzzled and kissed the back of my neck, which is one of my most sensitive areas.

I felt Jen’s knee pressing against mine as she spread her legs wider to give Troy access to her treasure. At the same time Dave wormed a finger under my panties and into my slippery snatch. The musky aroma of aroused pussy soon filled the air, along with low moans from Jen and me, and I felt Dave’s erection pressing against my ass.

When we got to the apartment there was no more thought of nightcaps. Jen led Troy to her room, while Dave and I went to the guest room. There we embraced, sharing our first kiss as he unzipped the back of my dress and unhooked my black lace bra. He broke the kiss to step back and help me remove the dress and bra, leaving me in thigh-highs and tiny black panties.

He spent some time nuzzling my breasts and suckling my large swollen nipples before dropping to his knees to press his face against my mound, flicking his tongue over my wet crotch before tugging the panties down and off. He gently pushed me down on the bed and began to munch expertly on my cunt, until I was begging him to fuck me. I had no idea how he had gotten out of his clothes, but I was pleasantly surprised, as he rose to mount me, to see that he had a cock at least equal to my husband’s seven inches.

He found my entrance with precision accuracy and sank slowly into my creamy cunt, filling it with his hot meat. He looked into my eyes as he began thrusting eagerly in and out, sending wonderful sensations through my loins. But he didn’t last long; his orgasm built quickly, and within a minute I felt his semen spreading through my vagina.

He recovered quickly, however, and in just a few minutes he was mounting me again for round two, which produced two orgasms for me before he came again, pumping a second load into my pussy. He was still between my thighs, his wilting cock imbedded in my creamy folds, when without warning the door opened and Jen stuck her head in. She didn’t seem at all surprised to find us in bed. She simply smiled and said that she had been called in to work and would probably be gone all night, and she wanted to let Dave know that Troy was waiting for him in the living room.

I was disappointed when Dave said he guessed he shouldn’t keep Troy waiting, as I’d been looking forward to getting boned a few more times. I hesitated only a moment before I asked how he would feel about inviting his buddy to join us. He said he was fine with that, but that Troy was pretty shy, and might not go for it. I told him to stay right where he was while I went to see if I could talk him into it.

I slipped on a short, semi-transparent robe and went to offer my body to Troy. His eyes grew wide when he saw me come in, with the light behind me making me appear almost naked. I sat down beside him and asked him if Jen had taken care of him before leaving. His eyes were glued to my breasts as he told me that she’d only had time to give him a quick blowjob before she’d gotten her phone call and had to leave.

I snuggled closer to him and asked if he didn’t feel he needed some more attention, adding that Dave was willing to share me. He embraced me then, and we kissed passionately as his hands fondled my breasts before moving to the slippery folds between my legs. He tried to push me down on the sofa, but I held him off and told him I wanted to do it in bed, where it was more comfortable. He looked stunned. “You mean do it with Dave in bed with us?” he asked dazedly.

“I told you he was willing to share me,” I told him. “Not give me up.” I stood up and held out my hand to him, and he hesitated only a moment before taking it and following me to the bedroom.

I helped him undress and then lay down on the bed, raising my knees and spreading them apart, looking into his eyes as I asked him if he wanted to fuck my brains out.

He was sporting a full erection as he lowered himself onto me—and what an erection it was! It was nearly two inches longer than Dave’s, and much thicker. He poked it blindly at my crotch until I took hold of it and guided it for him, and nearly nine inches of incredibly thick man meat slid slowly into my cunt, with Dave’s come serving as lubrication.

Troy may have been shy, but he knew how to fuck a woman. His hands slipped under my butt to cup my cheeks, pulling me up to meet his rapid thrusts. The thickness of his tool, along with his position, caused his shaft to stimulate my clit almost continually, sending a series of orgasms rippling through my loins as his powerful thrusts plumbed my depths. Then he suddenly stiffened, pushing his cock as deep inside me as it would go, and I felt the warm wetness of his semen spread throughout my quivering vagina.

Troy dismounted after a moment, and Dave quickly took his place, slipping easily into my gaping snatch for a long slippery ride. As soon as he popped his nut his buddy was back for more. And so it went throughout the night, with one or another of them churning away almost continually in my creamy cunt. I don’t think I got more than half an hour of sleep, but I damn sure got all the cock I could handle!

It was dawn before Dave and Troy finally left. Jen came in from her night-long date just as they were going out the door.

“Why you little minx,” she said, grinning, when they were gone. “You took them both on, didn’t you?”

I just shrugged and said it seemed like the thing to do at the time. Jen laughed and put her arms around me. “It’s okay, honey,” she said. “You may not want to sell it, but you’re still a whore at heart.” And I agreed with her.—S.T., Omaha, Nebraska