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My Reward
By Azil
Copyright 1998


Disclaimers:

This is a work of fiction. No character is meant to resemble any specific
person, living or dead.

Sexual actions of various types will be depicted in this story. This does not
mean that the author approves of these actions, has ever performed any of
them, or would perform them if given the opportunity. (Nor does it mean that
he doesn't, hasn't, and/or wouldn't).

This is inappropriate reading material for minors. In many jurisdictions it
may be illegal for minors to read it, or for adults to make it available for
minors to read. The author urges you not to disobey these laws. Even if it
isn't illegal where you are, keep it away from kids anyway.


CHAPTER 12: VAN BUREN

Christine had planned on leaving San Diego in the morning and getting into
Phoenix late in the afternoon or around dinner time.  When I got back to the
office, however, I had a voice mail telling me that the air conditioning on
the van had broken down on Monday and it had taken most of this morning to
get it fixed. No one in anything resembling their right mind drives from San
Diego to Phoenix without air conditioning in June (I can remember doing it
when I was a kid, but we had no choice in those days). Consequently, they
wouldn't be home until night.

I was disappointed. While I'd been having a great time (to say the least), I
was also beginning to miss my family. Still, they'd be home soon enough.

I got to work and managed to get a lot done, using Reward to do a lot of the
busy-work that normally takes a big part of my (and everybody's) time. I also
managed to make it through the afternoon without fucking anything (although I
thought about it on the two occasions I passed Debbie Kowalski in the hall).

As I drove home, I decided I was tired of peanut butter and jelly, and
equally tired of pizza (although I was sure the pizza guy was hoping I'd call
again), so I stopped into a small Mexican restaurant on 16th Street near
Roosevelt.

After a great meal (enchiladas poblanas), I realized as I got into the car
that I wasn't far from Lupe's house. I briefly considered a reprise of that
delightful fuck, but decided it would be best not to go back over that
ground. I turned on to Van Buren and saw the hooker I had seen a couple times
the night I picked up Lupe. She looked okay, probably about 20 or 21, 5'5" or
so, light brunette, slender build, but not so slender that she had the look
of a crackhead. She wore a tight t-shirt and blue short-shorts that
emphasized a good pair of legs.  Nice looking -- nothing tremendous, but a
real gem by Van Buren standards.

I went into a liquor store parking lot to turn around, checked for cops, and
headed back after realizing that I didn't have to worry about cops -- I told
Reward to make them look the other way.

I mentioned earlier, I think, that my two previous experiences with
prostitutes had been unsatisfactory. The whole hooker milieu, however, had
always fascinated me, and I very much wanted to try it again, but this time
with a hooker who would live up to my expectations.

I pulled onto the side street just past her, and watched as she walked slowly
toward my car. She actually looked slightly better close-up, though cetainly
sluttish-looking. "Hi, honey," she said in a pleasant voice, reaching for the
door. "Can I get in?"

I nodded and she entered.  When she was comfortable, we had introduced
ourselves (her name, she said, was Heather), and I had started slowly down
the side street, she spoke again, "What are ya lookin' for, honey?"

I've heard that you should never discuss services or money until you've
determined that a hooker isn't a cop in disguise, but Reward had told me she
wasn't, so I told her I'd like a blow job and a fuck. She told me the price
was $100; I don't know if that's a reasonable price or not, but I didn't
really care, so I agreed.

She asked if I wanted to park somewhere or go to a motel. I considered. Under
no circumstances would I normally agree to sex in a car -- something I
haven't done in thirty years. Normally there would be two arguments against a
car -- it's uncomfortable and we might be seen, either by passersby or
police. But normally I wouldn't have Reward to keep trouble away, and to
enlarge or modify the car as needed to make us more comfortable. I told him
to do both these things, as I suggested she direct me to a place to park. The
idea seemed delightfully decadent.

Heather sent me down a couple side streets and into an alley, ending up in a
corner of a warehouse parking lot between a dumpster and a disused loading
dock. I've heard stories of hookers who had boyfriends who mugged johns in
places like this, but I had Reward quickly check her and ensure she had no
such intentions.

"The shift doesn't change here 'til midnight," she said. "Nobody'll come out
before then."

I replied that I was sure they wouldn't, as I handed over the money,
promising a good tip for good service. With that I opened my pants and pulled
out my cock, telling Reward to change the car seat to a bench seat and widen
the car, without having Heather notice. I also told him to have her not
notice how much time we were taking, since one thing that had made my
previous experiences unpleasant was the hookers' rushed, clock-watching
attitudes.

Heather started to reach for a condom. I had of course had Reward scan her for
diseases, so I told her we wouldn't need any protection. She unquestioningly
agreed and leaned over and took my limp dick in her mouth.

She was good -- lots of tongue and suction, not much teeth -- and in just a
few seconds I was getting hard. I pushed her head slightly down and she took
the hint, taking my cock deeper, almost into her throat, as I slipped a hand
under her shorts to feel her ass.

The blowjob continued on for several more minutes before Heather looked up to
ask if I wanted to fuck her.  I considered coming in her mouth, but decided
against it for now, and agreed with her suggestion.

As she pulled off her shorts and I lowered my pants to my ankles, she asked
how I wanted to do it. I suggested she get on top of me, as I lowered the
seat back further. She obliged and I told Reward to get rid of the steering
wheel and raise the roof of the car.

She placed her legs on both sides of my hips and squatted, then reached
between her legs to grab my cock, rubbed it against her cunt a couple times,
and put it in. She was well-lubricated -- whether naturally or not I don't
know.

She raised herself slightly, then came down, beginning the fuck. I put my
hand up her t-shirt and felt her tits through her bra. They were smaller than
I had expected, were too soft, and felt shapeless, so I had Reward firm them
up and enlarge them just a little. While he was at it, I had him tighten her
pussy a bit, and thin out her bush, which I had noticed was a bit thicker
than I like. I thought about having him make her sexually excited, but I
decided that that might take some of the sleaziness out of the situation. She
was a whore and she was doing this strictly for the money -- that was part of
the fun.

The blow job had set me up well, and when I felt her pussy tighten on me, I
quickly came.

I held her close as my sperm shot up her cunt, then kissed her deeply as the
last dribbles escaped my cock. Though she was surprised by the kiss, she
returned it.

I had come quicker than I liked because of the effect of her tightening pussy.
Now I laid her back on the seat, reinserted my cock, and started fucking her
again.

"Hey," she said, though she didn't push me away, "we agreed to one fuck."

"You'll get paid," I said, as I continued stroking her. She shrugged, wrapped
her legs around me and started humping back at me. I fucked her harder and she
began to grunt with pleasure, and as I increased the pace she pulled me to her
and began whispering filth in my ear.

"That's it, babe, fuck me hard. Stick it in me," she whispered. "More … do me,
babe … ram me with that big cock."

I stroked her a few more times and then came again.

As I collapsed on her, she complimented me on doing her twice in rapid
succession. I gave her a peck on her cheek and got up. She grabbed some
tissues to clean my sperm from her pussy.

As I reached for my pants she cleared her throat. "Honey, don't forget to pay
for the second fuck … and you promised me a tip."

"That's right," I said, having Reward put two hundreds in my pocket, which I
gave to her. She was clearly surprised at the amount, and gave me a quick
kiss. "Hey, if you're around, I'll usually be on that corner, if you'd like
to do me again."

"I'll do that," I said, and I almost meant it -- I thought I might give her
another try some time. But I wasn't planning on soon. However, as she leaned
down to the floor to get her shorts, I got a look at her ass. It was nice,
slender but well-rounded.

I told her to lift her ass higher for me. She looked at me quizzically, but
did so. I felt her ass cheeks -- they were smooth and firm -- then I pulled
them apart to look at her cunt and asshole. I wanted that ass.

"Hold on, Heather," I said. "I want another fuck."

To say she was startled would be an understatement. "You can't be serious,"
she laughed.

I assured her I was, and stuck a finger in her cunt and licked her asshole.
"I'm gonna buttfuck you," I said.

With that she pulled away. "No, sorry, honey, I don't do that."

"Yes, you do," I replied, telling Reward to have her accept it.

"Well, okay," she said, "I'll give it a try."

"I knew you'd see it that way," I said. "I think you'll enjoy it more than you
expect."

I realized I'd have to raise the car roof some more to get behind her and do
her doggie-style. At this point I had modified the car so much it wasn't a
car, and I had already had the decadent kick of sex in a car (it really was
fun), so I asked Reward if he could move us to a motel. Instantly we were on
a bed in a room identical to the one where I'd fucked Lupe.

"What the hell?!?"

Oops, forgot to have Reward make Heather not notice the change. I took care of
that oversight and returned to playing with her ass.

I stuck two fingers up her pussy and a thumb in her ass and began a two-hole
fingerfuck. At the same time I pushed her t-shirt up to her neck and then
removed her bra. Although I had felt her tits earlier, I still hadn't seen
them.  Reward had done a nice job, creating two mid-sized firm boobs that
hung nicely from her chest, swaying only slightly as she moved with my
fingers.

I cupped her left breast and massaged it, tweaking the nipple. "You've got
really nice tits," I commented.

She thanked me for the compliment, totally unaware that her breasts had ever
been any different.

She was getting a little excited now, and moved her hips faster. "That feels
good, honey, I like it," she said, giving her ass a wiggle. A moment later,
though, she remembered to be more business-like and suggested I start fucking
her.

It seemed like a good idea, so I put my cock at her puckered little asshole
and began to push, urging her to relax. As she gritted her teeth, I told
Reward to keep the pain down. I drove it in slowly, pausing a couple times to
allow her to adjust to the feeling of a cock in her ass.

At last I was all the way in, and looked down at her ass to see her hole
stretched tight around my cock. I asked her how it felt.

"It hurts a little," she said hesitantly, "But in a way it feels sorta nice."

I didn't stroke for a moment to again give her a chance to adjust with my
cock all the way in. As I did, I reached under to play with both her tits,
squeezing them and rubbing the nipples. After a few seconds of this, she
sighed with pleasure and pushed her ass back against me, which I took as a
signal to start stroking her.

I did her slowly a few times, finally releasing her tits as I gradually
picked up the pace. Soon I was slamming my belly into her buns fairly hard,
and she was beginning to respond.

After a bit more, I pulled out, her ass giving a popping sound as I withdrew
from the tight hole, then I signalled for her to get on her back. She laid
back with her legs spread, and I lifted her legs to let me get at her
asshole.

As my cock entered again she said, "Yeah, that's nice, honey. Stick it in." I
pushed again, then put two fingers in her fuckhole and began slowly stroking
both holes. At the same time, I grabbed a tit and squeezed it, first softly,
then a little harder.

"Oh, that's it, baby. Fuck me," she moaned. She had talked dirty during our
previous fuck, mostly just as part of her job. Now with a bit of passion added
to her professionalism, she really got into it.

"Stick it up my butt, honey," she snarled. "Fuck my ass, ram your big cock up
my asshole." She began moving her hips harder now, and looked at me with lust
as she said, "Damn, it's good to be a virgin again, getting my first fuck. Do
me, babe, fuck me hard."

Now I was going full speed, and I slammed her ass again and again. She kept up
the pace, pulling me down to her and keeping up the dirty talk until it
degenerated into a stream of unconnected obscenities.

Finally, as she came, with one long scream of "fffffuuuuuccccckkkkk!!!!!", I
shot my sperm deep into her bowels.

With that, I collapsed on her, and we both lay motionless for a few minutes.
Eventually she stirred and I got off her, withdrawing my nearly limp cock from
her ass. A stream of sperm followed it out.

"That wasn't bad, honey," she said. "It's been a while since I really came
with a customer." She picked up her clothes and headed for the bathroom to
clean up -- not a bad idea after three fucks.

"You think you might keep doing buttfucks?" I asked as I got dressed.

"Could be," she said, consideringly, through the partially open door. Then
she added, in what I took as a hint, "I should be able to get a good price
for it."

I considered telling her she should figure that her payment was the $5,000
boob job I had had Reward give her.

I'll probably ruin the whore market in Phoenix, but what do I care? When she
came back into the room I handed her $500. She hurriedly grabbed a piece of
paper, wrote down her phone number and said, "Anytime you want a fuck, honey
… pussy, butt, anything … just call this number and ask for Heather. I'll be
on my back with my legs wide open in ten seconds flat."

I loved the way she talked.

I asked if she wanted me to take her back to her corner, but with $800 in her
pocket she asked me to drop her at a bar a few blocks down.

As I pulled away from the bar after getting an apparently spontaneous goodbye
kiss, I glanced at the clock on the dash.  "Holy shit!" I yelled when I saw it
was 9:30 -- Chris might be home. "She is," Reward said.

Damn, I thought, she's gonna be pissed at me.

"She is," said Reward. "Do you want to change the time?"

"Huh?" I replied elegantly. "Can I do that?" Then I remembered that he had
told me I could manipulate matter and dimensions, but while I had thought in
terms of altering the pace of time, I hadn't considered moving it around.

I asked him when she had arrived home, and when he said 8:30 (boy, she'd be
fuming by now, I thought), I told him to change the time to 7:30, giving me
plenty of time to beat her home.

I also started thinking about time and space.

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