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He led me across the street to the no-tell motel I’d spotted on my way in—shabby, advertising rooms by the hour, and with straggly flowers in planters outside. Streetlights cast surreal shadows as we walked, the heat in me starting to change into a tangle of worry and fear. Should I trust this man? I’d never done this before; never picked up a prostitute, never been free of obligation to my wife to be with a man. What if no one knew I was with him, and this guy was a killer? What if… ?
“Stop thinking,” the hooker commanded, and my cock hardened again, the authority in the man’s voice waseverything. He guided me through the lobby, not stopping to talk to guy on the desk who didn’t even look up.
“Do you have a room here?” I asked, my head spun as we climbed one flight of stairs, the carpet with its seventies pattern of brown on orange thinning and bare in places.
The hooker didn’t say a word, and we reached a door that he pushed open. I stumbled in after him, blind in the sudden darkness of the room. The door shut behind us, leaving us standing in the half-dark as my eyes adjusted.
What do I do now? What the hell do I do next?
I faced the hooker as he flicked on a bedside lamp, and my ability to think at all fled as this image of sin that had chosen me at the bar proceeded to tug at his pants.
“Five hundred for a fuck,” he said.
“I need to get the cash; I only have a hundred on me—”
“Whatever. You pay me and I’ll fuck you.”
His erection was outlined beneath the supple leather, hard and ready. He slid the zipper down oh-so slowly, revealing skin, and more skin, until that magnificent uncut dick was on display under my hungry stare.
Holy fuck.
I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.
“You’re on the clock,” the hooker said conversationally. Piece-by-piece, he revealed more skin, legs that went on forever, and muscles, sculpted muscles, hard muscles…
So, fucking hard.
His chastising tone broke through my daze, and in ten seconds flat I was as naked, my shoulders rounding, kind of embarrassed what I was revealing to Mr. Gorgeous-guy-for-sale and his perfect pecs. The hooker raised an eyebrow at me, and I found it in myself to drop my hands and stand loose-limbed in front of my destiny.
What now? Someone—anyone—tell me what I do next.
“What now?” I said, this time out loud, hoping the hooker would do something already and take charge of all of this.
“I fuck you. It’s what you are paying me for,” he said, and moved closer to me, his hands resting on my hips.
“I should pay you, I need to go to an ATM, but I have a hundred—”
“Stop talking.”
“But—”
“Tell me what you want,” he snapped, almost impatiently, crossing to the closet and reaching for the top, every muscle flexing, and his ass… fuck, people could start a religion centered on the hooker’s ass. He stepped up next to me and turned me to face him, glancing back at the closet. “Do you want me to pin you to this bed, Josh? Huh? You want what the little wife won’t give you? You need a whore fucking you again?” He dropped a hand and gripped my cock this side of too hard and twisted it on the upstroke.
Again? Wait, thiswasmy first time with a hooker, or anything on the wild side—I’m an accountant, I’m a dad, I don’t do wild things. “I’ve never—”
He cut me off. “What filthy sexy things do you want me to do? Tell me.”
Caught up in the erotic push-pull of this hooker’s touch, I could come there and then. I didn’t know what to do with my hands, what I could touch, what I couldn’t, what I’d paid for, what I hadn’t.
Hell, I hadn’t paid for anything yet.
Take everything I have. I need this.
I settled for grasping the dresser behind me for balance. I didn’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t the constant talking, his voice dripping with sex.
“… so hot for this, aren’t you, Josh, so desperate for my cock in your ass?” He smirked, using his free hand to tilt my chin so I could see into his eyes, demanding honesty, and I assumed this talking was all part of his service. It didn’t matter that it was only a step up from bad porn talk—it was enough to make me burn. “You want me to take you dry, hmmm? Maybe you wanna be punished for wanting a man, instead of your wife, huh?”
I listened and was lost in his words, but then I realized what he said and let out a startled gasp.
