A Job Like Any Other

A laptop was standing open on the coffee table, the screen saver covering its contents. There was not a sock or any other piece of garment thrown about. Everything seemed to be folded carefully in little piles. The room was absolutely immaculate, exactly as the man had appeared. 

“I don’t have a lot of time.” Floated the voice from the bathroom. “I need to be on my way in fifteen minutes, so why don’t you get ready?” 

Now, Zoe regretted her choice of Coke instead of something stronger. The nervousness didn’t leave her and she felt just as jumpy as she did the first time she knocked on the John’s hotel room door. Sun bathed the room with its powerful rays and it felt as if there was nowhere to hide, no intimacy, just a simple fuck, which after all she was here for, still a slight pretence of closeness never went amiss. 

Careful not to tip the can full of sticky fluid over, she placed it on the coffee table next to the laptop and reached behind her, unzipping her light summer dress. She let it slide off her body and stepped out of, leaving it in a heap on the floor. Kicking off her shoes, she was ready. Pussy clean shaven, brand new red underwear from Victoria’s Secret and her hair hanging loose to the mid of her back should be okay, she hoped. Now that she had seen the man, she doubted herself more than ever. Again, she told herself off quietly. This was not a beauty pageant, so why the nervousness? 

She turned towards the bathroom in anticipation and was startled to realize that the man had been leaning against the doorframe for a while, carefully observing her. 

“Take it all off, please.” He said and she obeyed. ‘So much for the sexy presentation’, she thought and smiled at him sweetly. 

He undid his robe, but didn’t take it off. Just as she expected, his body was strong and muscular, bronze tan was covering his entire skin, without any telltale signs of whiteness where the swimming trunks would normally block the sun. 

‘Very nice’, she thought and almost gasped at the size of his cock. It was fairly big, nothing out of the ordinary; what did make her eyes widen was the thickness of it. It could have easily compared to the size of her wrist, it appeared huge. To her great relief, she noticed a condom in place, which she would have asked for had it not been there already.

“Something wrong?” he asked and she noted a cynical smirk on his face. 

“No, of course not.” she hurried and looked around the room. “Where do…” she began and started for the neatly made up bed. 

“No, no…” he walked over to her. He grabbed her by the shoulder and his touch sent a gentle electric shock-type of sensation down her body, not at all unpleasant. “Over here.” He pointed to the chair that stood next to the window, which looked out onto the Lake Michigan, giving an observer a breathtaking view of the city’s North Shore, complete with parks, beaches and sailboats. “Just bend over.”

Keeping her eye on the beautiful view, she walked over to the chair and with a heavy heart bent over, placing the palms of her hands on the seat. She felt very vulnerable like that, exposed to the mercy of a strange man, no matter how handsome and sophisticated he was. For a moment, she wished she was out there, on the beach, sponging the sun, rather than forcing her skin breaking out in goose bumps due to the very efficient air conditioning. 

“Mmmm,” said the man when she positioned herself as it was required. “Not a hair in sight, I like that.” He said and looking over her shoulder, she gave him a weak smile. 

Still wearing his robe, he simply spread it open, grabbed his cock with one hand and with the other tapped her pussy. She quietly cursed herself for not using the lubricant. Her insides must have been bone dry and the man didn’t leave any room for a warm up. 

She saw him step closer and felt his thighs brushing against hers. When he positioned his cock against her pussy she looked away, diverting her gaze onto the beach where she wanted to be. Grabbing her by the hips he pulled himself up and despite the dryness managed to enter her in one clean stroke. She gasped and almost cried out when the pain shot through her insides. Despite his explanation that he was short on time, she had hoped that it wouldn’t go quite this fast. She would need but a minute to be ready for him, but now it was too late. 

She felt as if a baseball bat had been inserted inside of her, it seemed that big. She closed her eyes tight, trying not to whimper, but failed. Despite the discomfort however, his huge cock felt good inside her pussy and the whimper slowly changed into a moan, which again she tried to subdue. She never showed any pleasure to the client, even though once before she almost reached an orgasm. 

“So,” said the man, speaking casually as if he was grading the papers, not fucking a prostitute. “Let’s start with a cliché, shall we?”

“Mhm?” was all she managed. 

“What is a nice little girl like you doing fucking dirty old men like me?” he didn’t sound as if he was catching his breath. He didn’t sound as if he was making any effort in fucking at all. 

“I…” she gasped again, trying to compose herself, holding onto the chair for dear life. “I need the money.” The man gave out a raspy laughter. “For school.” She added as if this would soften his criticism somewhat. 

“Oh, don’t worry.” He said and continued to pump in and out slowly. “If I had a pussy, I’d be selling it for money, too. I don’t hold it against you.”

‘Oh, that’s a relief,’ she smirked to herself. The man had an odd way of fucking, at least she thought so. Even though she couldn’t see around her hips, she would have sworn that he didn’t bury his entire cock inside of her. It seemed as if only the huge head of it was inserted and he was moving it an inch in and an inch out, each time almost pulling out, but not quite. 

The sheer width of the cock made her wince each time he moved, but at the same time and this was the most unbelievable realization, she felt instantly turned on, feeling her pussy slowly lubricating itself, making it easier for the intruder to slide in and out, and giving her great pleasure. It couldn’t have been more than a minute of this kind of exercise and she felt her legs trembling in effort to keep her up, his big body keeping them apart at an uncomfortable angle. 

The man still didn’t voice any kind of pleasure, while Zoe began moaning loudly, somewhat ashamed. She didn’t want him to know how much she enjoyed it, especially since she getting paid for it. 

“You like that?” he asked and she turned around, facing him, stunned at how smooth and effort free his handsome face looked. 

“You got a big cock.” She gasped and as if on a cue, he pushed in farther, making her voice a loud O.

“I know.” He laughed and Zoe became aware that it would take her just a few more of his strokes and she’d be squealing with pleasure, exactly as she hoped she wouldn’t do. “I’m almost done, don’t worry.” He said and despite the coolness of his tone, she felt as if a hot flash had swept over her naked body. 

The pumping became more intensified. He didn’t go deeper, but sped up the pace and she could only do so much to keep herself in a bent over position and not falling over like a drunken fool. 

“Oh, God…” she uttered, ceasing to care that this was just a job and it was not required of her to enjoy it. And enjoyed it, she did. Thoroughly. Even though at first it seemed like it was going to be one of those hard pressed things that would leave her sore for days. 

She looked down between her legs and saw his balls swinging, softly slapping the lips of her pussy. The muscles on his long legs were now bulging through his deeply tanned skin and she felt the grip of his fingers on her hips tighten. She couldn’t quite swear on it, but she thought she heard him let out a soft moan. 

The head of his big cock was rubbing against the one spot inside her pussy most men tend to ignore and it drove her crazy. She grabbed the chair harder, worrying that she might break off her carefully manicured nails, but not really caring. 

“I’m just about to cum,” he whispered and she felt the same was happening to her. This time, there was shortness of breath in his voice and she appreciated it. “Here it comes, here it comes, baby…” he said and as if those words had pushed her over the brink, she felt her pussy explode in waves of tingling pleasure, spreading down her legs and up her body, slamming inside her head and for a moment blinding her. She heard a scream and it had taken her a moment to realize that it came out of her own throat. 

He pulled out of her and she heard an unmistakable slap of the latex as he freed his cock of the condom. A second later, she felt hot drops of his sperm hitting her ass cheeks and back. This time, he groaned like a laborer lifting a heavy piece of steel. 

Weak as she felt after the orgasm, which was stronger than any she had had in a long time, she almost fell over as he leaned his weight against her, rubbing her back gently. 

“Okay!” he said and his voice was empty of any feeling or shortness of breath, which was evident only a moment ago. 

She felt him step away from her and something soft covered her body, making her jerk in surprise. 

“Use my robe. Please, don’t stain the carpet.” He said and by the time she looked behind her he disappeared inside the bathroom. 

She heard the water running and his voice in a half yell. “I have a couple of bitchy meetings this week, do you think you’ll be available?”

She straightened up and wiped herself off with the snow-white bathrobe. Her back was hurting as if she had just been picking up strawberries for hours, a backbreaking work that she became familiar with in childhood. 

“Yeah, sure.” She yelled back and began looking for her clothes. 

“Good.” He said and she heard the glass shower door slide. “I’ll call the agency, then.”

She wanted to say something. Anything. She wanted to let him know that despite this being a job like all the rest, it was still a bit more special. 

“You can let yourself out.” He said and she clicked her tongue. 

‘Nope. Just a job like any other.’