The New Job part 2

"The New Job part 1"   by Steven Jester

         The New Job
         Part 2

         Rob led me down to one of the open rooms; which, now that I get a better look at them, are lavishly furnished. There’s a closet at one end, I’m guessing for my clothes and bathrobe. A bathroom with stand up shower, obvious what that is for. The bed is situated next to the closet, again very obvious. Across from the bed is a self serve mini-bar. “How much do I charge for drinks?” I ask.

         “Drinks in our private rooms are covered in our ten percent fee and our room rental fee, hence why we have a minimum rate,” Rob said smiling, “Feel free to have one yourself. Oh, we wave the rental fee for the first few days so you can just ease in to the business.”

         I smile brightly as I put my clothes into the closet and draped the bathrobe over my pale white skin. Rob smirks at me, “You don’t have to fully cover up, how you’re wearing it is fine.”

         Feeling rather frisky I twirl around before sitting in front of the mirror by the bathroom. “I think I’m all set,” I say as confidently as I can.

         Rob nods to me as he walked out of my room. I’m alone for only a second before Rob sticks his head in, “Oh it looks like you have your first customer.”

         Suddenly I feel a knot develop in my stomach as I waited for my customer to come in. The curtain slowly parts, revealing a tall black man dressed in a soccer jersey and khaki jeans. That knot in my stomach turns to a white hot heat, I have never been with a black guy before. “Hey,” he said in a deep baritone.

         Shyly I stand up and smile, “Hey, so I’m guessing you’re looking for some fun.”

         He nods, smirking at me, “Damn girl, you look fine. How much do you charge?”

         I think quickly before saying, “Well I’m looking for $150 an hour.”

         His eyes light up as he reached for his wallet, “Damn girl, I was expecting to have to pay more.” He pulls out three hundred dollar bills, “I’ll pay for two hours now, I have enough for another two if we need it, you game?”

         I seductively walk up to him and smirk, “What’s your name?” I say taking his money and putting it in my side drawer before I set the timer for two hours.

         “You can call me Jason, babe. What about you?”

         I hesitate; I can’t just give him my real name. After some careful consideration I slide the robe off my shoulders, letting Jason gaze at my naked form. “Call me Luna,” I say as I sway my narrow hips walking over to Jason.

         “Well, Luna you look amazing,” Jason says, his hand cupping my ass as he leans in to kiss me. I kiss him back and sliding my hand under his shirt, shuddering with every ripple of muscle I feel on his dark flesh. “Let’s take it slow babe,” he whispered, accenting every syllable, “I want to enjoy every inch of you.”

         I feel my body swoon, my muscles like pudding in his arms as we kiss. I feel the sensual tension building pleasurably in my core as his hands switch to teasing my pussy. I slide my hands down and slowly unbuckle his jeans. He lets his jeans fall before stepping out of them and pulling me with him to the bed.

         I can smell our mutual arousal, its decadent aroma exciting me more. I lay on my side as Jason sits on the bed. Jason works his fingers around my pussy, making me moan softly. I brush my short blonde hair out of my face and readjust my glasses before sliding his boxers down, pulling out his huge, thick cock. I immediately moaned in delight as I stroke it softly, teasingly. “Oh Luna, you’re sure it’s your first day?” Jason asks as I tease the tip with my tongue. I giggle as I slide forward and slide the tip into my mouth, sucking softly. Jason’s fingers continue to dance delicately in and out of my lower lips. The white heat continues to grow. I feel Jason’s cock growing in my hand and mouth, his grunts and moans filling the room. “You ready babe?” Jason asks huskily.

         I back off Jason’s monster cock and nod, swinging my leg over Jason’s waist. I grab his cock and point it at my dripping wet pussy lips, the tip just resting under my clit. I look into Jason’s chocolate brown eyes before sliding down. My body shivers as Jason’s dark meat stretches my inner walls. “Slowly babe,” Jason moans, guiding my hips into a slow, agonizing rhythm.

         I toss my head back, gasping and moaning with each push and pull. My body years for Jason to fuck me hard, but I’m trapped by the sensual feelings of our slow waltz. I rock my hips up and down, back and forth, moaning lightly. “Oh Jason,” I moan as his cock completely fills me to my core.

         “You like a black guy filling you don’t you babe?” Jason asks. A soft moan is my only response. “You love letting a black guy use you like this don’t you?” he says, accenting it with a small thrust up.

         I let loose a louder moan, tossing my head back. “Oh yes Jason, I love being filled by your cock.”

         Jason moans before he says, “Lay on your side babe.” I get up and lay on my side. Jason spoons me and lifts one of my legs before entering me from behind, thrusting hard but slow. “Oh babe, you’re so tight.”

         I gasp and moan louder, his hard thrusts shaking me to my core. I gasp and moan with every thrust into my pussy. “God you’re so big!” I moan, rocking my hips in time with his thrusts. I can feel him quicken the pace, our desires ramping as we keep fucking. My body shakes with every thrust, our lust driving out passion.

         Jason then pulls out, “Suck it clean, babe,” he says. I turn over and slide his cock into my mouth, Jason’s hand sliding between my legs, fingering my wet pussy. “You like that cock don’t you slut?” I nod, his words turning me on even more, “Get on your back whore.”

         I smile as I get on my back and spreading my legs wide. Jason leaned forward and placed his head between my legs, slowly licking my soaking folds. “Oh… Jason,” I moan, “God Jason it feels so good!”

         Jason pulls up, his face level with mine as he places my legs over his shoulders, sliding in slowly. “Yes, Luna my little slut! Fuck babe!” he says his pace increases as he keeps fucking my tight pussy.

         Our pace quickens; neither one of us are able to control our libidos as we fuck without abandon. Suddenly Jason grunts and pushes all the way forward, his cock blasting his cum deep into my pussy. The cooling sensation of his cum sends me over the edge, my legs clamping down on his waist as I cry out in ecstasy. We stay that way for a few minutes, catching out breath before we completely relax, his softening cock still in me as he lays slightly to one side. I giggle and cuddle up next to him, noticing we have a little more than an hour. “We still have another hour,” I say giggling.

         Jason cups my cheek and I can feel his breath against my neck, “Plenty of time to get to know a cute girl like you.” I blush at the complement, “So how does a girl like you end up as a prostitute?”

         I sigh as I snuggle up against him, “I’m just doing this for a summer job, pays much better than being a waitress.”

         “I bet it’s a lot more enjoyable too,” Jason says rubbing a finger against one of my hard nipples. “But I was thinking, you seem like a decent girl—”

         I smile, “I’m glad you’re concerned, but I wanted to do this the moment my friend suggested it to me. Call me a slut, whore, easy, whatever. But this job seems like something that shouldn’t have a stigma attached to it.”

         “It’s ok babe, I understand,” Jason said, his voice becoming soft, sending chills down my spine.

         “So why did you decide to sleep with a prostitute?” I say giggling.

         Jason remained silent for a few minutes, I almost start apologizing when he says, “My wife doesn’t like sex except for making a child. She’s so stead fast about it I’ve only had sex with her on our wedding night and about a year later for our second child. I get so riled up sometimes that I can’t stand it. So I come here when I have money. Tom, the bartender in the lounge, keeps track of the girls. He said that there was someone new today and if I wanted her I could ask Rob if she was available.”

         “Well I think it was worth it,” I say happily.

         “So do I babe,” Jason says, nuzzling his head into my neck, “Should I ask how old you are?”

         I can’t hold in the laugh that escapes my lips, “You bought sex from me and you’re worried if I’m jailbait!” I say retraining myself, “I’m seventeen.”

         I could almost feel Jason bite his lip. “I’m thirty-two. Now I feel like a cradle robber!” he says with laughter in his voice before he slid a finger between my legs, teasing my clit. “Now, I believe we’re wasting very valuable time,” he said thrusting his hips to poke me in the ass with his hardened cock.

         I giggle, “You know, I’m not on birth control.”

         If it was possible Jason paled a bit. I giggle and shake my head, “Don’t worry, I have no intention of having a kid.”

         Jason let loose the breath he was holding, “Good babe, I don’t want to have to explain that to my wife.” Jason then gripped my hips rotating me to my knees, “Let my fuck you doggy, my little whore.”

         I giggle and spread my legs a little, my body shivering as a drip of cum oozes from my pussy. Jason wasted no time in blasting forward, all pretense of slow and sensual gone. Jason pounds my little pussy, using it for his every desire. The thought of a married thirty-two year old blasting my pussy sent me to the moon and back; the fact that he was black and hung like a horse was a big bonus. With every sharp thrust I feel more and more of the good persona getting driven out of me. I grabbed the bed for support, grunts and moans and repeated “Oh my Gods!” were all I could say.

         After a while Jason pulled out and got off the bed. I went to get off the bed too when Jason grabbed my ass and pulled me towards him, trying to pick me up. I giggle and call out, “Jason!” as I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He lowered me onto his cock and I instantly came, calling out his name in lustful passion. With me in his arms he charged the wall adjacent to the hall, thrusting me against wall. I squeal loudly, all coherent thought gone. At some point my subconscious acknowledged that the timer went off, but I didn’t even make a move to stop.

         Jason only slowed twice in the next two hours, when the bartender came and asked if he wanted an extension, and after he came in my pussy again with fifteen minutes left in his time extension.

TO BE CONTINUED
"The New Job part 3"   by Steven Jester