Hooker’s diary. Part 17
October 18th, 2008This time the new client turns out to be the professor from the university our heroine used to work at, what’s it gonna be like? Read and enjoy…
…When he left and we looked at his card it turned out he was some very important police officer in town. Wow!
Liz and I took a bath together, using a chance to make out while washing.
“Girls you were wonderful! Max was really pleased.” Frau Dort said patting me on the cheek.
I looked round the place, it was kinda empty there. It was well over the midnight, and it was Monday… But my hopes for having some more time for sleeping were going to fail when I saw a group of guys entering the door. They stared at us. There were just five girls available: me, Liz, Ching, Selma, Inness and Kerry. The rest were busy working. I saw Loren go downstairs but suddenly she turned round and got back to her room… it was pretty strange.
When contemplating over Loren’s behavior, I got so lost in my thoughts a touch on my shoulder made me tremble and almost cry out with surprise. A man in a dark gray business suit pulled me to the stairs. I didn’t even have time to see his face – he turned away to talk to the man who grabbed Ching by the hand. I was moving ahead of the client. I almost fell off the stair when I heard the very familiar voice speaking to me in English:
“So what are you doing here Ms. Smith?”
“Lotta” I corrected him that very second. “How are you doing Mr. Grady.”
Head of the Department was my next client! Damn… Mr. Marcus Grady had often gotten on my nerves showing signs of attraction especially after I got divorced from my husband. I always made sure he got it right that we could only be friends. He was old, he was ugly and boring… and I didn’t like his smell.
“Well I hope Frau Lotta will show me something I’d always dreamed Ms. Liz Smith would show…” Saying that he was feeling up my body, since the garter, stockings, and shoes didn’t hide much of my intimate parts.
“I’ve arrived to take part in the conference. Herr Schultz invited me.” He added.
Oh, it’s such a small world!
When we got in the room he told me to dance naughty in front of him while he was looking through my portfolio. I was swaying my hips, dancing, licking my nipples and fondling my twat.
“Hey I didn’t know you were so inventive, Liz! You used to be pretending so unattainable when actually… Suck my dick bitch!”
“Unattainable Liz Smith” was on her knees, nude and nasty, giving head to Head of her Department, sucking and licking and jerking his stem.
“Do it harder slut! Dirty bitch, cheap whore!” He was giving me a lot of nasty names. Guess it was turning him on, making him feel superior to me. Ok, I didn’t really give a shit.
Meanwhile, his flaccid member was getting harder, and he was apparently in a hurry to use his chance to ram a tight young slit. He started frictions, still looking through my pics in the portfolio. It goes without saying, he couldn’t do me the way my other partners did… So we ended up with me riding his dick and him feeling up my boobs and butt.
“Yeah Liz…. More, yeah, ooohh” He groaned, cumming.
I got really scared he could get a heart attack or something. There was wine standing on the table. I poured some in the glass and let him drink it. I added a pill that stimulates erection, just for fun, you know…
“Liz, honey, thank you so much for it! It was fantastic! And don’t even try to tell my wife about it…. otherwise I’ll tell everyone about your summer part-time job.”
Did he really think I came to Germany to work as a prostitute? What a stupid asshole! I bent down and started fondling his penis with my tongue and hands. Just to spice it up, I turned my holes to him wondering if he’d been attentive looking through my pics…. Well, he was attentive but still kinda awkward. He was trying to lick my pussy… His mustache and goat’s beard were scratching and tickling my holes. I myself was concentrated on the blowjob, and my efforts seemed to be pretty successful.
“Liz you’re a magician! I haven’t had it twice in the row for ages!”
Well, the old fart had already tried classical and oral sex, so he wanted to try it anal. His old dick entered my asshole and started awkward frictions in it. I was impaling my butt on his cock, sort of setting the tempo. I kept in mind I had to moan and cry as lustfully as I could to show him I really enjoyed it. Mr. Grady was definitely elated. His dick got larger in size and… he spurted. I turned round, took off the condom and drank the rest of his juices. He was exhausted, it showed. I gave him some more wine to drink.
He took the album and pointed at the picture with a guy getting fucked with a strap-on in the ass. All right, Ms. Smith was ready to fuck your ass, daddy. I put on the strap-on and lubricated his asshole. Marcus Grady was on his fours, and I was ramming his asshole. Since the moment we crossed the threshold I saw the candid cameras were on. It was another advantage I had over him. Professor was moaning and begging me to fuck him harder and deeper. I was really into the drill. Finally I heard him sigh. He ejaculated on the bed sheet. It was his third orgasm within an hour!
I helped him get dressed and took a shower with him watching. When paying for sex, he nodded at the cameras. I said he didn’t have to worry, it was 100% confidential.
He was one of the last clients in the brothel that night. It was time to go to sleep. It’d been a pretty busy week. I got so fucking tired…
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October 18th, 2008 at 9:56 am
I never preferred hooks actually but once my friend arranged one for me for my birthday. It was actually fun. Now I go for it regularly.