Message-ID: <13395eli$9807261133@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/13395.txt>
From: Nick <nick@cassandra.demon.co.uk>
Subject: {ASS} "Whore!" by Nick (M/F fun & games)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
Path: qz!not-for-mail
Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam
Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Original-Message-Id: <3.0.1.32.19980726011724.0079fc20@pop3.demon.co.uk>


"Whore!" by Nick

(c) Nick - July 1998

This story is intended for adults and contains explicit sex scenes. If
it is illegal for you to read such literature for whatever reason then
don't.

This is distributed for entertainment purposes only and the copyright
belongs solely to the author (Nick). You may copy, store and pass it
on, but you may not alter it or make any money out of it without the
authors permission.

Any comments e-mail me at Nick@cassandra.demon.co.uk
-----------------------------------

"Whore!" he hissed into her ear.

Her body jerked as if struck by a lash.

"Slut!"

She moaned, writhing on top of him, her sudden wetness flowing over
his fingers which had been gently stroking her pussy.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he marvelled at how it was possible
for mere words had to generate such a powerful physiological reaction.
However, aware that the number of words that you could use to abuse a
woman were limited, he decided on a more ambitious approach.

"You'd do it with anything in trousers."

She barely suppressed a giggle and kissed him.

"Come on big boy," she smiled, "give me some of your meat!"

She rarely said anything during lovemaking and he was momentarily
shocked. He reappraised his approach.

"Filthy bitch!"

She sat astride him, her smile fading as her eyes smouldered once
more. As he kneaded her breasts, she moved her hips gently downward,
biting her lip in anticipation as she felt him against the outer lips
of her sex. She gasped as, with a quick thrust of his hips he was
inside her.

Children had not been kind to the muscles of her nether regions and
her spasms were weak. It was not the physical sensations that gave him
his orgasm, rather the sight of her still beautiful body bucking and
jerking on top of him, her dark hair whipping about her face, the
sounds of her pleasure... yes he emptied himself inside her, his penis
ejecting sperm like an unwelcome visitor.

Finally, she tumbled forward, kissing him and kissing him.

"Tell me you'll still love me in the morning," she sighed.

"You always say that, and I always do," he smiled, then he added "...
my little whore!"

She hit him with a pillow, and he wrestled her back to the bed,
pinning her arms. Safe from further assault, he thought he'd push his
luck a little more.

"How much do you normally charge anyway?"

"Ooooooh you...", she struggled some more but he bore down on her,
kissing her full on the lips when she finally stopped turning her head
from side to side to avoid him.

****

"Well what do you think?"

What he thought couldn't really be put into more words than were
expressed by a stifled gasp. For a moment only her voice gave him any
reliable indicator as to who she was. Her face was barely recognisable
under the mask of stunningly provocative make-up and her bright
lipstick matched the red lurex dress would have left her crotch
exposed if it had been an inch shorter. OK, so she was slightly more
rounded now than when he had first met her, but that mattered little
to him.

He stood up and went to her.

"Not so fast, big boy," she stepped back holding up a warning hand,
"there's no such thing as a free lunch you know!"

For a moment he was puzzled.

"Shall we say fifty quid?" she said.

There was a moments pause, as he studied her face. Would this actually
cost him money, or was she just teasing? It seemed a pointless
transaction on the face of it anyway, but she actually looked serious
enough. Then his eyes narrowed.

"Done!" he said, "but..." and he paused for effect, "... you do
anything I tell you."

Her eyes widened slightly.

"Is that clear?"

"A... Anything?" she whispered after a short pause.

"Anything. Take it or leave it."

She nodded. He recognised that look on her face - a look which
normally took many minutes of heavy foreplay to achieve. There was no
way she would have said no.

She swallowed hard as slowly he pulled the leather belt from his
waistband...

****

"Shit!" he muttered under his breath. She was out there waiting for
him and he was nearly two hours late. Bloody last-minute meetings. No
agenda set, nothing achieved, but no choice but to sit there through
the drivel. An accident on the motorway had delayed him further, and
in his hurry to get back, he had almost caused another one.

Christ what must she be thinking of him, out on the street dressed
like that so they could play their little game. His heart skipped a
beat. Oh God, was she safe?

Where was she? He screeched round the corner to where they had
arranged the "pick up", but there was no sign of her. Given up? There
would be hell to pay for this. Had she gone home? She must have done.
Once more round the block, just in case.

She was there now.

He slid to a halt and she walked quickly over, awkward on her
stilettos.

"Where the fuck have you been?" her face appeared suddenly, snarling,
at the passenger window. Without waiting for a reply, she got in,
flashing her thighs as the tight dress rode unavoidably.

"Look, I..."

"Fucking unbelievable!" she gritted as he drove off.

"I'm..."

"Do you know how long I've been waiting?"

"I really..."

"...dressed like... this!"

He was silent. He glanced at her sheepishly, and down at her thighs.
Clearly off limits tonight. They drove for a while, the atmosphere
electric as she sat beside him breathless in her anger.

"Over there!" she barked suddenly.

"What?"

"There, turn left."

He did as he was told, without knowing why. A dead end, the road lead
nowhere.

"Stop the car."

As he slowed, she was already wrestling with the seat belt. His heart
sank. He shouldn't let her walk home.

That was not her intention though. Barely had the car stopped, and she
was suddenly astride him, her lips locked on his, her breath hot on
his face. Momentarily surprised, he recoiled defensively, but the tiny
dress was up around her waist and his hands went to her bare cheeks
almost instinctively, pulling her down onto him as he squeezed her
yielding flesh. She moaned urgently as she wrestled with the waistband
of his pants. Pulled aside the floss of her exotic panties, he became
aware of how wet she was. It seemed to be flowing down her thighs. She
had never been this way before.

She positively shrieked as he entered her, and almost immediately her
orgasm shuddered through her body. She held onto him so tightly that
she almost broke his neck against her shoulder as her juddering body
relieved itself of her lust.

Finally she relaxed, and flopped back onto the passenger seat leaving
him staring in shock at the huge stain on his trousers. He looked up
at her uncertainly and she smiled back at him.

"Er, wasn't that a case of premature ejaculation?" he said dubiously.

She hit him with her handbag.

"Owww, that hurt!"

The little bag, empty when she had gone out, was now unexpectedly
heavy.

Well what is a lady to do with herself for two hours when she is on
the streets dressed like a tart?



-- 
+----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+
| <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> |
| Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |
<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>