Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 25

Leaning across me, momentarily pressing her boobs firmly onto my groin, Lady retrieved a rubber and a tube of lubricating jelly from the nightstand. I reached for the prophylactic, but she brushed my hand away, opened the foil packet, and proceeded to roll the rubber down the length of my rigid cock. I guessed she wanted to make sure it was properly in place personally, for her own sake. I did not mind though. I have always found it quite stimulating when a woman does that for me. Once it was in place, she squeezed a generous portion of lube onto my rubber clad cock and liberally spread it around. Another wonderful sensation. When happy with her efforts, she lifted one foot, placed it flat and massaged the residue of the jelly over her vulva.

Lady’s semi squatting position spread her outer lips, affording me an uninterrupted view of her labia and vaginal opening, in all its glory. Against the trend of the day, her dark pubic hair was cropped short above her cleft, and ended just above the top of her valley, with the lips below completely shaved. Her pink interior, now liberally smeared with lubricant, shone invitingly, beckoning me in.

I made to sit up, intending for us to change positions. For me to get above her and lay her back on the bed, so I could enter her. Again, Lady blocked my move. Instead, she lifted her right leg across my thighs, straddling me. She shuffled up my body on her knees, until her slippery fanny was aligned with my equally slippery sheathed cock.

There were to be no preliminaries. No foreplay. Just straight to what I had paid for. Reaching a hand down between our lower bodies, Lady grasped my inflamed member, and guided its head to her opening, lodging it firmly just inside her. Then, moving both her hands to my shoulders, and in one fluid movement, she sank down, taking my length (not that it is that long!) into her. After a few exploratory wiggles, to ensure we were properly connected, she paused, just for a few beats of my thumping heart, then she started to fuck me.

I half expected her to go hell for leather, to pound the shit of out me, to make me cum as quickly as possible, to get it over with and get me out. And I was under no illusions that there was going to be any orgasms in that bed that night, other than mine, which did not feel far away at that moment. But credit where credit is due. Instead, Lady started slowly and sensually. Rolling her pelvis back and forth. Pumping me gently in and out of her slick pussy.

After a few moments of this, whether due to the earlier alcohol, my lingering unease of the taboo nature of this act or her skill, I do not know, but the imminent need to cum subsided. Reaching my hands under her outstretched arms, I graspedher upper back for purchase, and started to match her movements with my own, increasing the length and depth of my penetration.

As we rocked in unison, my hands shifted, and I felt her bra strap. Again, acting on impulse, I quickly unfastened the hooks, releasing the tension on the straining material. Lady froze! Oh, fuck! Had I just committed another cardinal sin? Were tits a no-go area too? Had I just ended the liaison with some unknown breach of contract. I waited with bated breath to see what was going to happen next. I do not think she had intended to bare her breasts, but I had unintentionally forced the issue. Perhaps she was again giving me some latitude for being a ‘whorehouse virgin,’ or maybe I was imagining barriers that did not really exist. Without the expected rebuke (I was getting used those by now anyway), Lady sat full upright on my lap and shucked off the bra completely. Her huge tits were now there for my unimpeded viewing pleasure.

They were magnificent. Large, plump and, drooping slightly forward. I raised my hands towards them, but a look from her was enough to tell me ‘No,’ so I would have to forever imagine them to be heavy and pliable to my touch. Oh well!

The tense moment over, I started to rock my hips slowly again, to which lady responded, beginning to ride me from above. We soon got back into a mutual rhythm and gradually upped the pace. Now, with the added vision of those gorgeous breasts, bouncing in time to our thrusts, my sap quickly began to rise again. Lady must have sensed when I was getting close, because she sealed the deal by reaching behind herself, located and started to massage my straining balls with her hand. That was the final straw. Ending months and months of pent-up frustration, I came hard, in a series of gigantic spurts, filling the rubber with my seed. The relief was awesome, and I think I yelled out my satisfaction quite loudly. Job done, Lady disengaged herself from my, still hard but slowly wilting penis, climbed off me, and slid under the rumpled bedsheets to cover her nudity. I needed a few minutes to catch my breath, but when I had done so, I rolled onto my side facing Lady.

She was just laying there, staring at the ceiling in silence. When I moved closer and looked directly down at her, she still avoided eye contact with me. I suddenly realised that my time was over, I was now just outstaying my welcome. Without saying anything, I got off the bed and went to retrieve my clothes. I took some tissues from a box on the top of the drawers, removed and wrapped the used rubber, which went in the bin…empty bin I noted for some strange reason. After cleaning myself up a bit with more tissues, I then dressed ready to leave.

I had no idea what the protocol was for this type of parting. So, as I headed for the door I blurted out how much I had enjoyed the experience, thanked her and wished her a good night.

As the words left my mouth, I realised how lame they sounded, but actually, they raised a bit of a smile from Lady, and a barely audible “Goodbye, good luck.” As I exited back to the waiting area, I glanced at my watch, surprised to see that the whole affair had lasted about 40-minutes. Max and Phil were both already there waiting for me. I felt quite smug that it seemed I had out lasted both of them in bed.

We made our way back into the main square, hoping to find a taxi, but it was by then around 2 or 3 am, and although some places were still open, the footfall had diminished considerably. After waiting around for about twenty minutes or so, we had drawn a blank on the taxi. We decided to head for the seafront, about a 10–15-minute walk, where a few diehard café owners stayed open till morning, to catch the ‘dawn patrollers’ from the nightclubs. Here you are usually also guaranteed getting a cab, which we did.

We rode home in relative silence, buried in our own thoughts. We had all fucked a prostitute that night. And what is more, we all knew each other had done so too. I was certainly a bit embarrassed that they knew that, and I guessed that they were too. As I had after Pat, I reflected on what had happened. I had not set out to go whoring that night, it just happened. I could have stepped away at any point, but I did not. I should have felt bad for letting myself stoop to that level, purely for sex; but fuck it! I had satisfied a growing need for sexual release. Again, I resolved not to go there again. This time I meant it and stuck to it.

I spent a tense couple of weeks, waiting for the itching or sores to appear, but nothing happened. I had got away with it. The pimp had been right when he described the girls as “…very clean.” And as far as I was concerned, Lady at least was also a “Very nice girl…” I should want to forget all about that ‘notch on my bedpost.’ To erase it from my memory for ever. But I never will!


Part 8 – Service Brats