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Sonny’s little Whore

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I usually charge for this sort of thing, but I was so horny, I gave his dad a freebie.

For one thing, he didn’t have a job any more. Social Distancing, and wearing a mask made prostitution a little more complicated, but what can I say? It’s not the only thing I’m good at, but it’s the 1 thing that still makes me good money, and I’ve got to eat.

Wearing a mask is just one more thing to add on top of Birth Control, and STDs. I buy them all at the same place, but it does get in the way of giving head, and he didn’t have enough money to take my panties off. So, I left them on, and held his shirt up over his head.

The main problem is getting the Johns to keep their masks on. Wash their hands, and they handle themselves in the bathroom, too. You don’t think about it, but I can’t afford not to. Even the ones that do wash their hands don’t until after they shake it off, and tuck it back in. People tend to worry about touching the doorknob on the inside of the bathroom, but not shaking hands with everyone that touched it on the outside.

I’m a bit of a germaphobe anyway, which is one of the reasons why I’m good at Prostitution. Even with a global pandemic on, a lot of the girls I know in the business got sick, or pregnant, or just can’t afford to risk it. It’s not like pimps, and Madams offer Health Insurance, and Dental.

So anyway, that worked as a compromise, between wearing a mask, and breathing the same air. He used his shirt for a mask, but that just revealed his abs. His legs when I got his pants down, and his dick is a dick. Yeah, maybe when I was 12, I cared about size, because a big dick is too big when you’re that young, but now there isn’t even a real difference between circumcised, and natural with a rubber on it.

You can’t do anything with the foreskin anyway, but if I had my choice (You don’t get to chose your Johns) I’d go for all natural. That little extra bit of skin makes it more interesting, and you don’t need as much lube, because it slips up and down the whole shaft. Okay, cock skin does that, but a foreskin makes for a longer deeper stroke.

“Huh!” He pushed me back, so I wiped my mouth while he pulled the rubber off. “Your tits,” he just held me, “Fuck me off with your tits.”

“Uh,” well, I didn’t have change for a 20, but who am I kidding? Feeling his hairy muscular legs, and his tight rippling abs right in front of my eyes me drooling in my underwear anyway. “Huh!” So, I held them together, and he moved my hands to grip them. Squeeze them, and hump them up and down, which just made me even hornier.

“Uh, fuck, uh. Yeah.”

“Huh!” Most of it missed, and landed on his chest. Of course he works out, not much more to do with cabin fever, and his dad’s exercise equipment up in the attic. “Snh!” I just closed my eyes, and waited for his grip to relax. His heels behind my back, so he let me go, and I could sit back. “Hhuhuh!” Smelling the fresh hot cum filling the room, and knowing I can’t even have a taste. So, I pulled my mask up, to cover it up, before I did something stupid, and impulsive.

He said he’s a virgin, which. Okay, for a high school boy to even admit that, especially a good looking guy in such good shape. I want to believe him, but I can’t. That’s another thing that I’m good at: I can control myself, and wait to get home. To my toys, and my porn selection, but some times it’s easier than others.

“All right,” then his father knocked, “You two done?”

“Uh?” I just sat up and grabbed my bra cups. Looking down to see if there was any cum on my chest, but Jonny was already mopping up with a box of Kleenex. “Yeah, uh. Let me just get dressed.” I found my top, and put it on. Grabbed my purse, but the door opened when I was still folding up the $20.00 bills.

$60.00 is sixty bucks. I just stuck them in, and grabbed my coat.

“I better give you a ride home.” I put on my mask, grateful that he couldn’t see my face, but I knew him. Kind of, I mean I knew who he was by where he lived. He ran the news stand, where I we used to steal cigarettes, before he closed it. It just took a little distraction, but I played the stealer, and the distraction. either way, we split it 50/50.

“Uh, actually, you mind dropping me off on the corner?”

“Which one?”

“The diner on the corner, around the block.” I pointed down the street, and hooked my thumb in the general direction.

“Over by the motel.”

“Huh, yeah. I’m gonna grab a cup of coffee, and maybe something to eat. I’m hungry.”

He chuckled, “Well, no need to beat around the bush.” I laughed, politely. “Since my son just spent his whole Christmas on you, and you don’t want me to know where you live?”

“Ha, no. I guess, it’s a moot point, but I know what you’re thinking.”

“Oh yeah?”

“You couldn’t possibly know what I’m thinking.” I joked, and got another chuckle, but. I’m not just nervous, or laughing and joking politely as if we’re on a date. I’m horny, and I know that whatever he thinks about how I pay rent, he finds me attractive. Sexy even, and all the times I flirted for half a pack of free smokes, I’ve never even come this close before.

That and, whatever his dick looks like, it’s probably not that far off of his son’s, but his body. He obviously started working out long before his son was even old enough to really get started, and every time he bent down to pick up a pack of papers, in each hand. Or better yet, stacking drinks by the case, or loading up the hand truck to pull it over the curb in both hands.

Not just his biceps, but also the definition in his forearms, his thick chest puffing up, and flexing through his shirt. His strong legs from squatting to lift, and whatever he had under his shirt since that gut went away. He used to have a dad bod, but in the mean time, I noticed it was gone. Completely, flat, and then we pulled up in the parking lot.

“Uh, you want to come in?” I pulled the seatbelt from between my bra cups. So, the front clasp dug in a little if I leaned forward, or if he slammed on the brakes. Crashed into a wall, or head on in traffic. It felt like that, strangely like he was speeding, and swerving over into the other lane, the headlights getting brighter, and the horns blaring.

“For a cup of coffee?”

“No, I just need to get some change.” I pulled my key out, and showed him. “Free of charge, I.” Bit my lip. “Huh, I always wanted you, even when I was too young to really know what it was, that I wanted.”

“Okay,” He flipped over the keycard. “What room?”

“407, on the top floor, around the back building.” Where there’s no cameras, the hotel manager kept it that way, or didn’t bother hooking them up to anything. He put up domes, so it looks like there’s cameras, and motion sensor lights.

It’s a good compromise, between security, and privacy. I’m not the only girl that lives there, and works there, off the books. Of course, he doesn’t even take a cut, unless we also work there in housekeeping, or in the diner.

“How’d your day go?” She said Day, instead of date.

“Okay mom.” I got out the 20s. “You got change for a 20?”

“Of course.” Folded up, and palmed so that nobody could see how many it was. Even the camera over the register didn’t pick up her tucking 2 in her pocket, and the third in the drawer. Flipping up the clips to count out a 10, and two fives.

Of course, there was no one near the register, with all the tables packed up, leaving just the booths in the 6 corners, and the takeaway counter, of course. The dining room expanded to the back room, opened up from being reserved for private dinners, and meetings. So they could at least serve 3 more families with the social distances.

I don’t know what you’re thinking, but honestly? I trust her, because she’s my mom, so I don’t need a pimp. Even some madams are at least as bad as the gangsters that run whores like another drug. In many ways it is, a combination of sex fix, therapy, and entertainment. We’re actresses, dancers, confessors, and fantasies all rolled into one.

Whatever you want me to be, as long as you can afford it. I got the spare key out of my wallet, and swiped the card. “Huh!” He was in the shower, with the bathroom door open. “Thanks for cleaning up first.” I really appreciated it.

“No problem, but you’ve got a little on your neck.”

“Oh?” I stopped by the mirror, and checked. “Shoot!” My hair got in it too, but apparently one of the spurts ran down to my shoulder, and even stuck my collar to it. “Huh!” I pulled a wipe out of the barrel by the door, and took my top off.

He came out, with wet hair, wearing nothing but a mask. Flaccid, but chubby, and selling. The foreskin pulling back from the pink tip, which looked damp, or maybe it was a drop of pre-men clinging to the pisshole. “Uh, I better go get cleaned up myself.” I unzipped my skirt, and kicked it off.

“Yeah, I better slip into something protective while I wait.” Fully erect, it pointed straight out, at my belly button, and the foreskin wrinkled up around the large crown.

“Huh!” I shook my head, “In the bedside.” Pointed, and reached up to pull my breasts together. In the bra, which lifts, and separates, to show the gap where his son’s prick was spurting less than an hour before.

I stopped, and put my arm up. Stuck my hip out, and hooked my thumb in the back of my panties.

“Behind the Gideon Bible.” He dropped it on the night stand, “And the book of Mormon?” Laughing at the irony of keeping birth control back there. Behind the Latter Day Saints, and 7th Day Adventists.

“Yeah,” I breathed, my voice husky, and took a deep breath high in my chest when he looked over. Pulling my panties down over my ass, and turning to give him the perfect face/tits/ass pose, then turning to walk into the bathroom.

The hot muggy bathroom, where I took off my mask. “Just wait for me on the bed.” I pulled out the handle for the faucet, and felt it already perfectly adjusted. Just the way I left it (Okay, I’m a little OCD.)

“I promise not to steal anything, or go through your stuff.” He joked, with a loud “Ha!” I shook my head, and rolled the door closed, but honestly, I can’t remember the last time I was this excited to have sex. It’s a job, for me, it’s work, and yeah it’s also sex, but at the ripe old age of 15, I’ve done just about everything you could imagine.

I guess, in a way, he was kind of the one that got away. He closed up shop, and I still have fond memories of that place. With my best friend, his daughter, Agnes.

“Your dad know what you do?”

“Of course not, he doesn’t care, and even if he did, I.” Took a deep breath, and stepped back to let my hair down. “Huh,” Held up the sticky spot. “Snh?”

“Well, since you live alone, maybe I can stop by to see you more often from now on. You have fun with Junior?”

“Yeah, he’s a little inexperienced, but he really grew up.”

“If you don’t mind me saying, this is a little weird, but also really hot. I keep telling myself you’re not my daughter, but you didn’t get her into anything like this.”

“Huh, I have to get out, and put on my mask. Would you mind stepping back from the door?” I wiped the drops off the glass, and watched him.

Heard him call “All right, it’s safe.” from the bed.

So, I got out, and put on the mask first. “No,” I put on a towel. “I know you like to think of me as a bad influence on your daughter, but she got me into just as much trouble. We’re both pretty naughty, before she left.”

“Like shoplifting?” He lay back on the bed, propped up on the pillows, the rubber wrinkled up around his softy.

“Yeah,” I put my arm up again, to pose. “You sure didn’t seem to mind flirting with me while she snuck behind the counter.”

“She’s the one that got me into pornography.” I untucked the corner, from between my breasts, and let it slip down over my thigh. With my knee up, and my hip against the corner, he smiled, and let his eyes travel down my body as I slowly pulled the hanging terry out of the way.

“Huh!” His eyes went wide, when they stopped at my crotch, then he looked up at my face. Skipping right past my bare 36Cs, and the half dollar sized nipples at the tips. “Is that scar from what I think it is?”

“A C-section.” I dropped it, and felt up my sides to cup them. Rub circles around my areolae, and pinch them gently once they hardened up. “Huh, he left for a good home, once he weened, and my milk dried up.”

“So, those are real, why don’t you come on over here, and join me on the bed?”

“Honestly, when I said that she got me into pornography, I don’t just mean the magazines she stole before we got smart phones.”

He patted the side, so I turned around, and sat down. “So,” he felt up my back, first. “When you turned 18, you did some bisexual shoots with her, or what?”

I shook my head, “I’m 15. I’m not old enough for mainstream porn, like she is.”

“Huh!” I looked over, when the motion of his cock flipping up caught me in the corner of my eye. “She’s a porn-star?”

“Well,” I looked up his abs, and his hairy chest, reluctant to look him in the eyes, and tear mine off his magnificent body. This is important, though. I have to get it out of the way, to make sure that. There’s a lot of things, honestly I tried not to let them bother me, but it’s not like they didn’t add up.

“You never molested her, did you?”

“What? No, of course not, I never wanted to either.” He turned over, and pulled the wrinkles out of the rubber. “Look, you want to fuck me or not?”

“No, I want you to fuck me. Get up, you’re not paying me for this, but I just have to get it out of my system.”

“You want to call the shots, but you don’t want to be on top?”

“No,” I rolled over, and propped myself up on the elbows. “I want you to fuck the hell out of me.” Like he always wanted to fuck Agnes. I knew that, she flirted with him too. I thought that maybe he even had incest with her, but I saw it in his eyes.

It gets to the point that you can tell. Even when a man acts surprised, and protests. Even with a mask over his mouth, and saying the exact same things. Like no, of course not. She’s my daughter, and you haven’t gotten her into whoring around campus to pay for tuition?

No, of course not. He did, even if he never touched her, he hit on her friends, cheated on her mom, and made no secret about it. Yeah, all right they had an open marriage, and it wasn’t technically cheating but growing up with a dad like that. A hot, funny, charming, womanizing, prick.

“Uh, fuck, huh!”

“You’re so loose.”

“I’m so horny, I could take a freight train. You’re really going to have to pound me, but you’re so big. Uh, your dick head is so big, I can feel it. Ufuck huh! You’re so heavy!”

“You’re such a whore!”

“Grip my titties harder. Mash them uh! AH!”

“Sorry.”

“No, harder! You can’t hurt me yah! Yah ahn! Neah!”

Of course he can. He can hurt me all he wants. “HARDER! You fucking pussy, fuck it! Yeah, fuck meEI! NGH! Uh u!” My breath choked off with the orgasmic ripple cramping my diagphram, with his weight on top of me, and his hands gripping my chest so hard, they feel like they’re going to pop.

I knew it. I knew that he had to be getting desperate, and it was kind of passive aggressive of me, but all that pent up tension. Especially since she left, and started camwhoring, to pay for college after she lost her job. It was a grudgefuck, and exactly what I needed, but it wasn’t too hard to get into his head.

“Huh!” He pulled out, and put his arm down. “Huh, yeah. Turn over.” I rolled back, up against him, and felt his hot wad splash all over my back. “Huh, fuck. Uh.” He panted breathlessly behind me, the felt under my arm. I scooted to get his other arm under my neck, to pillow my cheek on his bicep, and let him feel me all over. “Huh, so Agnes is doing porn now?”

“Huh, yeah. On BasedCams, mostly. For money.”

“Yeah, well you’ve got a bright future in that when you turn 18, with your pretty young face, and big perky mature tits.”

“Huh, thanks.” I didn’t know how to take that, besides being polite. For one thing, I shouldn’t be cuddling with him, especially who he is, and how much he knows me, now. His daughter’s little friend, he blamed for being a bad influence on her?

“What name is she using on there?” I shivered. “You cold?”

“No, I’m just a little weirded out. Let me go get a shower, and wash my hair.”

“I’ll join you.”

“No,” I shut the door, and locked it. “That’s just not a good idea, on so many levels, you better get dressed, and leave.”

“The cops know you?”

“YES! OF COURSE THEY FUCKING KNOW ALL ABOUT THIS PLACE. NOW FUCKING LEAVE!”

“All right, all right. I’m going, but you mind if I call you back, at the front desk? Nicole?”

“I’m thinking.”

“Take your time.”

“Huh, no. Don’t call the front desk, there’s no telling when the feds, or staters might be tapping it.”

“Can I get your number?”

“No, just go to the diner, and ask my mom if Nina’s working today?”

“Nina?”

“Yes, that’s my work name, so she knows to call me, and I can get ready to go out.”

“So, your mom knows what you do?”

“Of course she does.”

“And Angie didn’t get you started, or do any prostitution herself?” I wanted to tell him so badly that I didn’t make her a whore. He did, and Gus went the other way. He’s almost afraid of sex, because his father is such a pervert, and always was. He’ll be fine, but Agnes.

“No, she’s just a cam whore.” Now. It helps to get some practice, so you’re not a complete amateur when you turn 18, or you never make it past the Casting Couch. Sure, they’ll sell the video, or use it to make teasers to lure you to their site, but you can’t make a career out of that, and Virginity is kind of a 1 time deal. After that, what do you have to offer? You’re young, and pretty? That’s great, only there’s thousands of 18 year old girls that look young, and innocent, but know how to suck a dick on camera. “Huh, Mr. Robinson?”

He didn’t answer, but I couldn’t hear him leaving with the water running. He wouldn’t hide in my room, to grab me, and tape me coming out, would he? After he just fucked me, good too, and probably even in his shape he can’t get it up again so quickly, but he can still hurt me. “You in here?”

I checked under the bed, and in the closet until I felt safe enough to put on some clothes, and start packing up.

Since he asked, and I didn’t answer, but the FAQ is how did I get into this in the first place? Well, I got here when my mom left, dad was violently possessive, and he never hit her, but he sure did grab her hard, and yanked some hair out once. When they were fighting, finally she got enough money saved up to take me, and move out in the night.

Found a good church to get us out of the battered mother’s shelter. Which was okay, but I have to say that we didn’t have it that bad. I talked to other kids, boys and girls, that saw their dads act much worse. I’m not saying all men do anything, but there’s more than enough to fill a shelter, and countless support groups for children of domestic abuse. Sex abuse, and marital rape, but what the hell was I doing with that.

“Fucking pedophile prick?” Yeah, I know, my tits are big and mature now, I just finished nursing my baby boy a few months ago, and no I don’t know who his father is. Condoms are 98% effective if used correctly, but that’s still 1-in-50 odds, and I easily used more than 50 before I got pregnant on the job.

That didn’t stop him from flirting with me when I was 10, until I was 12, and then I got pregnant. So I went away to stay with my mom’s parents, before I came back. This job doesn’t usually have Maternity Leave either, but what does my Mom think about it?

At first, she didn’t ask me where I got the money from, and then I got arrested for Prostitution. I got into it with the Housekeeping Staff, okay? Call room service, and have them send over Juana to change the bedding, after we get them all messed up. Okay, well Juana was the first one that asked me if I wanted to make some money, because one of the men that was staying here liked the way I looked.

I was 11, and I already knew what that ment. My friends from the shelter, and the support group. Some of them were molested, and others were gang raped by daddy’s friends. Most of them were just fucked while mommy wasn’t looking, boys and girls. Agnes didn’t have it that bad either, but it’s bad enough that he hit on her until she was too old, and then he hit on her younger friends, like me. At some point, you say yes, so he doesn’t have to rape you any more, and I decided that I might as well make money at it.

“Huh,” I didn’t even charge him. “What was I thinking?”

So yeah, I kinda left my innocence in the Shelter. I probably should have here left a long time ago, but I came back in the first place because it just feels like Home. To me, it’s my first home I lived with on my own, and I’m sure mom will understand. There’s plenty of hotels with month-to-month rates, and I have enough regulars to make it. I’m sure she’ll manage without the extra income, but I’ll miss her more than this place.

“I fucked up,” not that often that I let my lust get the best of me, but at least Agnes is safe from her father, now. I hope, I better call her to warn her, and apologize for outing her, too.

“What am I going to say?” I better think of something, quick…

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3 Comments

  • Reply Billyd33

    I liked how in depth the story was, not just sent but the background. It seemed well thought out

  • Reply Just this once

    Hey, stay safe in these difficult times, great story though

    • Psiberzerker

      Thanks, it’s a complete fantasy, though. I really want to go out whoring on the street, knowing it’s safer to make rendevous on the internet, but that’s part of the fun!