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Laura the Prostitute  
by NS (ns@cryogen.com)

***

A divorced man takes up with a very special prostitute. 
(not coded, twist-ending)

***

Author's note: Sensitive readers or readers that have 
religious or moral objections to sexually explicit 
material are warned not to read the following text. The 
author will not take responsibility for any emotional, 
psychological, physical or other distress, damage or 
harm that may result from reading this text. Readers 
that live in countries where text of an explicit nature 
is forbidden, read this text at their own discretion and 
of their own accord.

The following text and characters are fictional and in 
no way reflects any known persons, situations or places. 
Any similarity to real life is purely co-incidental.

***

When Susan and I split, it wasn't easy. We came to an 
amicable arrangement for me to have access to Jane but a 
fifteen year-old girl doesn't always want to spend every 
other weekend with her father. So, I took the decision 
to move out and find somewhere on my own. I was 37 at 
the time. 

Things were going okay but it wasn't easy to meet women. 
I'd not dated in nearly 20 years so I was a little rusty 
and this meant that I'd been without sex for over six 
months. Sure, I wanked off on a fairly regular basis and 
the freedom to buy a few videos while I was in Amsterdam 
on business kept me going - but it wasn't the same as a 
good fuck.

Ordinarily, I wouldn't bother with the cards stuck up 
inside of the phone booth. But this night, I was 
desperate to get a taxi home and I was determined to 
wait until the cab firm answered the phone. I surveyed 
the cards casually:

'Young model, new in the area, will pose for you' or 
'Big tits and long legs, call me' - the usual stuff. 

One card caught my eye because the line drawing on the 
card seemed so sweet and the text was not as obvious as 
some of the others - 'Laura is lonely and looking for a 
warm companion. She really enjoys men. Call her and 
relax'. 

I was picturing Laura in my mind when the cab firm 
finally answered. I left the booth and stood waiting for 
my car.

When I got home, and dumped my case and keys, I found 
the card from the phone booth in my pocket. I thought 
for a second and realised I was lightly flicking it 
between my fingers when the cab phone answered and I 
must have slipped it into my pocket with the card for 
the cab. I looked at it now and thought to myself if it 
was worth the risk. I thought for a few minutes while I 
got changed and decided to give Laura a call. If I 
didn't like the sound of what was on offer, or if the 
price wasn't right, I'd not bother.

I dialled the number and waited. 

A soft voice spoke as the phone answered, "Hello, this 
is Laura." It was a sweet voice, and quite warm.  
"What's your name?" she spoke into my silence.

"Err, P-Paul," I stuttered out before I realised I meant 
to give a false name, oh well, it was only my first 
name.

"Hello Paul," she replied. "How can I help you?"

I thought for a second then said, "I saw your card and 
wondered if I could see you." 

"Sure," she replied. "I like to meet in a neutral 
location the first time and just talk, is that okay with 
you?"

I was pleased she wasn't pressuring me into signing-up 
for a week long fuck-fest or something, so I agreed to 
meet her the following night in a quiet bar that we both 
knew.

***

The next day I was nervous and couldn't decide whether 
to meet Laura or not. The day went quickly as I was so 
busy and by 6 o'clock I realised I still hadn't decided 
on what to do. I stood thinking as Pippa, the office 
tramp, strolled by in her tight sweater and skirt. My 
cock twitched and my mind was made up - I was dying for 
a fuck.

I arrived at the bar a little before seven and got a 
table slightly out of view of the main area.  I sat with 
my drink and read my paper. I lost track of time and it 
was 7:15 when I realised someone was standing next to 
me. I looked up and saw the face of a gorgeous girl. She 
looked young, 18 or 20 maybe with lovely blonde hair cut 
into a stylish bob. She wore a tight white blouse over a 
standard black skirt and nylons and black heels 
completed the look. 

She could have been an ordinary secretary but when she 
said, "Hello Paul," I realised it was Laura. I 
apologised for not having been paying attention but she 
dismissed that and sat down opposite me with her drink - 
that she had bought for herself.

We chatted briefly about the traffic and she apologised 
for being late. After about ten minutes she collected 
her things and put on her jacket. She slipped a card 
across the table to me. Then she leant forward and said, 
"I insist on meeting everyone prior to seeing them 
for... more." She smiled. She had the cutest smile, with 
dimples forming in her cheeks. 

I glanced at the card and it had the word, "Plasticine" 
on it with a phone number. My eyebrows raised ready to 
ask a question but she anticipated me, "This is a 
password, a word known only to me and to you, and no one 
else." 

I nodded. 

"May I ask you for a word in return, whenever we speak, 
I will ask you for your word and you will give my word 
back to me as well. Okay?"

I smiled at the simplicity of it all. This was a woman 
who knew what she was doing. "Well?" she was waiting for 
my reply. 

I thought briefly and said, "Amsterdam." 

She giggled and turned the card over and wrote upon it. 
She left without saying anything else. On the front of 
the card was a phone number and the words, "Call only 
between 6 and 7:30 in the evening, never at any other 
time." 

I turned the card over to see what she had written - "My 
place is fine, 3a Arch Road."  

There followed a list of what was on offer and prices. 
It seemed a little expensive at first but she seemed to 
be worth it (in terms of looks and personality) and she 
seemed discreet and careful. I thought for a minute and 
decided I'd go for it, at least once. It would scratch 
an itch I'd had for six months. I looked down the rest 
of the card at the 'menu' of possibilities.  "Standard", 
"Dominant", "Slave", "Schoolgirl", "Slut", "Anal", 
"Group Sex" & "Bondage." 

My eyes widened at the comprehensive list. I could feel 
my cock twitching already. I finished my drink and left. 
On the way home I pictured all of the dirty things I 
could do to Laura.

***

A few days passed before I called Laura at the 
prescribed time between 6 and 7:30PM. We agreed that I 
would visit her the following night at 8 o'clock.

I walked up to the house having parked a street away. 
The house was an old dormitory style building with a 
double-front and three floors. I walked to the door and 
surveyed the bells. I smiled as I read the list of names 
- "Chantalle", "Francois", "Phillipa" etc.. Six in 
total, including Laura. I rang the bell and after a 
slight pause I heard Laura's soft voice. I announced 
myself and said the words 'Plasticine' and 'Amsterdam' - 
the door buzzed open and I stepped inside. Laura had 
said Flat A, first floor.

I nervously knocked on the door. I had never been with a 
prostitute before but I was certainly in need of one now 
and I certainly wanted to get up Laura. The door opened 
and a hand beckoned me in, the body hidden by the door. 
I walked into a slightly darkened room and turned to see 
Laura closing the door. She looked fabulous!  

She wore a short and tight knitted black dress, the hem 
around mid-thigh. She had on nylons and some spiky black 
stilettos. She wore the faintest hint of make-up and her 
hair was pulled back behind her ears. I was admiring her 
lovely curves, large and firm breasts and long legs when 
she 'woke' me by asking if I wanted a drink. I asked for 
a whiskey and she disappeared into the kitchen and 
motioned me down the corridor to the end room. I sat on 
a large sofa and waited. The room was sparsely furnished 
and looked functional, but there was no bed. Laura 
entered and sat next to me.

Laura spoke "Let's get the business out of the way 
first. What are you looking for tonight Paul?" 

I paused and said, "Um, just straight sex tonight, I 
guess." 

She smiled and set a price which I paid immediately. As 
she was putting the money in a box on the fireplace I 
said that I liked underwear and would she keep hers on 
please? She turned to face me with her hand on her hips 
and her legs slightly apart. God, but I could have 
fucked her straight away!

"What sort of underwear do you like best Paul?" she 
began. "Full black silky things or just hold-up 
stockings." 

I was looking at her mouth as she spoke and was 
wondering if she swallowed come or spat it out. I looked 
at her again from head to toe and was once more struck 
by how lovely and young she looked. Part of me was 
feeling quite protective to this sweet girl, having a 
teen-age daughter of my own and knowing the feelings 
they have. 

"Paul?" she said and I realised my mind was elsewhere. 

"Oh, I'd like you to keep your hold-ups and shoes on 
please," I answered feeling like a small boy. She smiled 
and left the room.

After a minute she called me and I followed her voice to 
the next room - the bedroom. Laura was lying on the bed, 
wearing sheer hold-up stockings and high-heeled black 
shoes. The only other thing she wore was a thin string 
of pearls around her neck. She was raised a little on 
one elbow with the fingers of her other hand lightly 
stroking her large breasts.  I got erect immediately and 
rushed to take off my clothes. She lay silent and 
continued her stroking. 

When I was naked she stopped me from climbing onto the 
bed and asked me to stand where I was. I was 'pointing' 
at her and she smiled and she crawled across the bed. 
She knelt on the edge of the bed so that she was just 
shorter than me and took my hands to cup her gorgeous 
tits. I rubbed my thumbs lightly over her stiff nipples 
and she sighed a little. While I was doing this she 
cupped a hand around my balls and squeezed gently. Her 
other hand gripped my cock and gently rubbed it up and 
down. 

This continued for a minute but I moved a little and she 
let go and lay back on the bed. Her fingers moved to her 
pussy lips and I realised then that she was partly 
shaved. Her lips were clean but there was a small 
triangle covering her pubic mound. I watched as her 
fingers rubbed her lips at the top of her pussy and one 
slipped easily inside and soon disappeared to be 
followed by two more. She now had three fingers circling 
around her pussy, buried up to the second knuckle.

She looked at me and said "Well, what are you waiting 
for ?." I needed no further prompting and kneeled on the 
bed. I moved towards her and she opened her legs wide. I 
shuffled forwards and she gripped the end of my cock. I 
thought a little as to how long I would last but I had 
planned the night before and wanked three times so that 
it wouldn't be over too quick.  

She guided my cock to her lips and I pushed a little and 
felt the glorious slipperiness that only a wet pussy can 
give. I pushed again and my head slipped inside. Laura 
moaned a little and said "Mmmm, that feels nice." I knew 
this talk was for my benefit, but it was nice to hear 
and she had a lovely, sexy voice. I pushed again and my 
whole length was now inside of her. Her hands moved 
around to grip my bum cheeks and she gripped tightly as 
an encouragement for me to fuck her.

I wanted this to last but also I was desperate for a 
fast, hard, nasty fuck.  The sort of fuck where you're 
taking some sort of revenge. She could sense I was 
'tightening' and she almost whispered, "Fuck me as hard 
as you want, I can take it." 

That did. I moved my hips in fast thrusting movements, 
moving her arse up the bed as I did so. She put her arms 
above her neck and pushed back from the bed. Her pussy's 
mons ground onto my cock as I almost grunted in an 
animal manner. I soon realised I wouldn't last much 
longer and moaned, "Where... do... you... want... me... 
to... cum..." She was breathing hard herself now and she 
replied in a similar way and said "Anywhere... you... 
want..."

I looked at her lovely tits and couldn't resist them. I 
pulled out with an audible slurp and shuffled up so that 
my cock was hovering over her tits.  She grabbed it 
quickly and angled it down whilst rubbing at the same 
time. "OH SHIT!" was as far as I got and a long stream 
of come shot out, landing on her chin and neck. The next 
spurt was controlled by her and landed right over her 
left breast. I spurted a couple of more times, each one 
landing on her lovely breasts. 

As I weakened she pushed me back so that I was sitting 
on my haunches. I looked at her tits covered in come and 
was surprised when her hands went back to her pussy. She 
looked at me and said, "Well, I haven't come yet." 

This took me by surprise as I never thought to consider 
her and I had some recollection that prostitutes almost 
prided themselves on the fact that they never came ('I 
save that for my boyfriend!'). I watched as her fingers 
played around her clitty and was surprised at how 
quickly she came. She bucked from the bed as four 
fingers played around inside. She moaned deeply and fell 
back onto the bed. It was quite a sight.

We stayed unmoving and unspeaking for a minute or two 
until she opened her eyes and looked down at me and her 
come-spattered tits. With her middle finger she scooped 
up a blob of cum and stuck out her tongue. She flicked 
it from her finger and drew her tongue back into her 
mouth. She smiled. Again, her finger scooped up a blob 
but this time she sat up and moved her finger to my 
mouth. 

I paused a little but thought 'what the heck' and opened 
my mouth. She placed her finger on my tongue and let me 
lick the come from it. She smiled widely and said, "Most 
men won't do that. I like that you did." She paused and 
then said, "Paul, I'm going to let you see me again." 

I was a little surprised by this 'turn' of events. She 
noticed I was considering what she had said so she 
continued, "I don't do this very much, so I can afford 
to be selective."

She continued to tell me that to get an 'invitation' to 
return had only been granted to a few. These few needed 
to be clean, well-behaved and 'up to her standard'. 
Laura told me that she needed to be careful and this 
'work' was only a temporary thing. She would only do it 
whilst she felt safe and whilst she enjoyed it.

As I dressed I asked when I could return. She paused and 
said the weekend would be fine. She asked what I would 
like and I retrieved the card she had given me. I looked 
at this gorgeous creature in front of me and the word 
'Slut' almost leapt from the card. Laura smirked and 
gave a long 'Mmmmm, okay then. I think I know what you'd 
like... will you leave it my hands?" 

I laughed at the double-meaning and she smiled in 
return. Shit, but I liked this girl. She showed me to 
the door and kissed me softly on the cheek. We agreed to 
meet on Saturday at 2 o'clock in the afternoon.

***

The week went slowly. I couldn't get Laura out of my 
mind. She was the sexiest woman I had met and I was able 
to put to the back of my mind the fact that I was paying 
to fuck her.

I phoned on Saturday at 1pm as agreed and felt slightly 
hurt when Laura asked if I could make it at 4pm, rather 
than 2pm. But my curiosity (and cock !) was aroused when 
she said that she wanted to make sure she was ready for 
what she had planned for me !

I arrived at 4pm and went through the usual routine. I 
knocked on her door and stood and waited for a while. I 
knocked again and eventually the door was opened. I 
waited for the 'beckoning hand' but nothing appeared so 
I entered and closed the door after me. Laura wasn't to 
be seen. I walked slowly down the corridor until I came 
to the door of the bedroom.  

From inside I could hear noises. I listened closely and 
thought it sounded like moaning, and I don't mean in 
pain !  I pushed the door a little and looked inside. 
Laura was on the bed, and my mouth dropped open when I 
saw what she was doing..

Laura had a large black dildo pushed up her pussy and 
was working it hard inside of her. The plastic cock was 
glistening with her juices. She was dressed in a black 
corset with her tits exposed over the top, black 
suspenders and stockings. She wore a black leather 
choker with studs around it. He arse was bucking off the 
bed as she worked the dildo in and out of her. She 
looked over at me and said, "Either fuck off or come and 
suck on my tits." 

Well it was an invitation! I dropped off my jeans and 
shirt and almost ran to the bed. I bit down on her 
swelling breasts and sucked on her nipples. Laura almost 
screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I continued 
nibbling but I was aware that she'd stopped with the 
dildo. She put her hands around my head and pushed me 
down to her pussy. I was looking forward to eating her 
out and slid my tongue greedily over her shaved lips and 
lapped up the juices. 

It tasted odd, slightly salty. 

I quickly realised that her cunt was full of cum and she 
was now forcing me to 'clean' her out. I pulled my head 
away a little but she forced it back. I didn't want this 
so I pulled away forcefully and rolled off the bed. 

"Well, you wanted me to be a slut!" she jeered. 

"Yes, but I draw the line at eating other men's spunk" I 
spat back.

She grinned and rolled away from me slightly giving me a 
lovely view of her perfect arse. "So, take it out on me, 
get your own back then!" she goaded and moved her 
fingers back down to her pussy. They rubbed inside a 
little but she withdrew them, glistening with a mixture 
of spunk, pussy juices and saliva. She moved her index 
finger to her anus and pushed it inside easily. She 
rolled over onto her stomach and threw her legs wide. 
She pushed another finger up her arse and started to rub 
around in circular motions. 

I looked at her pussy, glistening wet. I knelt behind 
her and lowered myself down and thrust my cock hard into 
her snatch.  "Mmmmm, that's nice," she cooed. 

I thrust hard into her, as though to punish her. She 
grunted a little but kept rubbing her ass-hole. I wanted 
her to really feel my cock so I moved my arms higher and 
levered myself to a steeper angle and thrust back down. 

"Aaaarrggghhh!" was all she managed and I could feel my 
spunk building. 

As I neared the end of my resistance, I used one hand to 
pull the fingers from her ass and then pulled my cock 
from her pussy and pushed my head against her tight, 
puckered anus. I grunted and shot my load over her ass. 
Spurt after spurt hit her bud and slid down between her 
legs. "Oh, shit that's hot!" she cried and then squealed 
a little as she came.

I fell onto the bed next to her to recover. 

***

I guess I must have fallen asleep as the next thing I 
remember was a strange sensation. I opened my eyes and 
looked down to see Laura rubbing a vibrator over my 
already stiff cock. "Oh, you're awake then!" she said 
and immediately dropped the vibro and shuffled up the 
bed so she was squatting over my cock. She held it 
pointing at her pussy and then dropped her hips to 
impale herself on it. I looked at her tits bouncing free 
above her corset and moved my hands to grip them but 
realised I couldn't move them. 

They had been tied above my head to the bed. Not hard, 
just with soft rope and I had some movement, but it was 
clear that I wasn't going anywhere. I moved my legs and 
realised again that my ankles were tied. Laura was now 
bouncing away on my cock and whispering to herself 
'fuck, fuck, fuck' and she rubbed my cock inside of her. 
She lowered her head down to my ear and whispered, 
"Slutish enough for you?" 

I moaned as I felt my second orgasm building inside of 
me. She sensed I was close and stopped moving. She 
turned around and moved her ass backwards towards me. I 
could see spunk was still smeared around her anus as she 
lowered her pussy to my mouth. I licked furiously at 
first and then found her pink moist clit. 

I sucked hard and felt her stiffen. She was now wanking 
me and I knew I wouldn't last long. I sucked for all I 
was worth and she squealed as she came. Her juices 
tasted slightly sweeter for a second but I lost control 
myself and spurted hard, my ass leaving the bed as my 
hips bucked. She put her mouth around my head and took 
the full force of my come in her mouth.

We relaxed and she rolled off me. She quickly untied my 
ankles and wrists and lay beside me on the bed. "Shit, 
Laura, that was powerful!" was all I could manage. She 
giggled and gave my cock a small squeeze. "I said I was 
good," she replied. "I like you Paul. You have a nice 
cock, not the biggest I've had but stiff and nicely 
shaped and you're receptive. I like fucking you." 

I felt my ego swell. I didn't think this was normal 
'business' talk - she said I wasn't the biggest. She 
could have said how she'd never had anyone better. I 
really felt she was being genuine.

I sat on the edge of the bed and found my jeans. I 
looked inside my wallet - untouched from when I entered. 
Even though I was asleep enough to be tied up, she 
didn't take advantage of me in the other way. I pulled 
out the agreed number of notes and paused before drawing 
out an extra 10 note. I put it on the dresser. 

I got dressed and turned to look at her. Laura looked 
peaceful. Her legs were slightly bent which only made 
her stockings look even more gorgeous on her lovely 
legs. She looked up at me and said "Like to make another 
appointment ?" Now, that was a silly question !.  We 
agreed on next weekend but I said my mind was too addled 
to come up with a 'theme' just yet. I said I'd call her 
and let her know what I wanted.

***

The rest of the weekend was a blur. I was physically 
exhausted for the rest of Saturday and all through 
Sunday and the next few days I couldn't get Laura out of 
my mind. I felt like a kid at Christmas - I knew I had a 
'treat' coming. This time though, I could decide on what 
the 'treat' would be. 

I had some very erotic dreams over the next couple of 
nights and it was the last of these that gave me the 
impetus to call Laura. We went through our code words, 
and I put my request to Laura. She thought for a few 
seconds before answering and said that what I had in 
mind sounded fun and she giggled like a schoolgirl. I 
felt pleased that I seemed to be making her happy.

When I split with my wife, I found I had some of her 
clothes. But these weren't clothes she actually wore - 
they were ones I had bought for her and she worn only 
once. I had bought her a 'naughty schoolgirl' outfit - 
short black pleated skirt, stockings, tight white blouse 
and necktie. I had fantasised about it and goaded my 
wife into trying it. It had happened once and she had 
played the naughty girl part quite well but she hadn't 
enjoyed it. The clothes had been stored in one of my 
cupboards and when I moved out, I found the clothes had 
been packed for me. I wanted Laura to wear them now, to 
act out the fantasies my wife found so difficult to do.

In fairness to Susan, there had been quite a bit of 
embarrassment surrounding the 'outfit'. On the one 
occasion she had worn it, we had been surprised by Jane 
returning early from a night-out with her friends - it 
had never happened before !  Jane was fourteen at the 
time and well aware of the sorts of things that went on 
and what adults got up to. She was well developed for 
her age and had lovely rounded legs (from her mother) 
and nice boobs (not from her mother!). Jane came home as 
Susan was bent over my knees being spanked. 

Susan's arse was well exposed and framed by the 
stockings and suspenders. Jane stood in the doorway with 
a curious expression until the realisation hit her and 
she went bright red and ran upstairs. Susan stood up and 
fumed at me. She called me a pervert and ran upstairs 
herself. 

I let things quiet down before knocking on Jane's door 
to explain. I sat on her bed and tried to explain these 
'feelings' that men have etc.. but Jane understood and 
sat smirking at me all of the time. It was that look and 
that understanding that I got from Laura. Don't get me 
wrong, I never thought of my daughter in a sexual way 
but I knew that she would become an attractive woman and 
probably a sexy one at that.

That was the beginning of the end between Susan and 
myself.

***

I was looking forward to seeing Laura and playing out 
the schoolgirl fantasy. Since the spilt with Susan I'd 
wanted to 'exorcise' the ghost.  Saturday afternoon 
arrived and I couldn't wait to get round there. But I'd 
forgotten one thing, namely Jane. We had agreed that 
she'd spend the day with me weeks ago and in all of my 
recent excitement I'd completely forgotten.

In fact, I was nearly out of the door when she arrived. 
As soon as I saw her, I realised my mistake and welcomed 
her inside. We said the usual 'hello's and got 
comfortable. We would go out shopping later and then for 
a meal before I dropped her back at her mothers. Quite 
some time had gone by before it occurred to me that I'd 
not phone Laura to let her know I wouldn't be able to 
make it. 

I excused myself to Jane and went into the hall. It was 
a brief call and Laura was wonderfully understanding. 
The way she moaned in a girly voice 'Oh, but I was soooo 
looking forward to it' got me stiff.  I went back to the 
lounge but Jane had popped upstairs, I presumed to get 
ready to go out.

When she came back downstairs after a few minutes, my 
eyes nearly popped out of my sockets. She had found the 
bag containing the uniform intended for Laura and was 
now standing before me dressed in the very short pleated 
skirt, stockings and suspenders, high black heels and 
tight blouse. I moved my mouth a little but couldn't say 
anything. 

She spoke first. "Is Laura upset or was she okay with 
you missing your appointment?"  

I mouthed silently again trying to think of answers and 
realising that my daughter looked damn sexy. "I know 
her, by the way. We're not friends but acquaintances. I 
saw her last weekend at a party and got chatting."

I recovered my composure and started to explain about 
men's needs etc.. I knew she was a big girl and would 
understand, I only hoped she wouldn't tell her mother. 
What she said next made me certain it would go no 
further.

"Oh yes, it was a good night. Laura was with her pimp 
and I was with mine. What's up Dad, didn't you know I 
was in on the game?  I'm 'Chantalle' - I have the room 
above Laura. We don't meet, she only does a few days a 
week but I'm there most nights. School's not a problem 
and I get to study in-between fucks. I quite enjoy it 
and the money should put me through college - Laura has 
the same plan."

I couldn't speak. I flopped down into the chair and 
tried to take in what she was saying. I started to get 
angry with her - but she soon put a stop to that. "Don't 
get angry Dad and don't try to stop me. Laura's careful, 
she takes photos of her 'clients', she showed me yours 
but it wasn't very clear. But when she said you wanted 
her to dress as a schoolgirl, I knew for certain." She 
giggled and ran her fingertips down the length of the 
suspenders and into the top of the stockings. 

"So, I have evidence that you've been fucking a fourteen 
year-old girl. Yes, fourteen. Now, she may be a 
prostitute but it's still called pedophilia." She let 
the words sink in. 

I was crushed.

"Now," she continued, "I'll get changed and we can go 
shopping. How about you buy me something nice..."

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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