CALL ME: Part 3 of 4

Laureeen's journey from bored housewife to glamorous *********.



PART THREE


Ken Knickles didn't mind dropping two roses to fuck a girl new in the business. Knickles was a wholesale jeweler. Not precious stones but just the costume stuff. That made him a connoisseur of cheap trinkets and cheap women. He made a good buck flogging his stuff to the East Indians who had booths at the flea markets and festivals. Men like Ken knew they would never make it with a classy society girl, but they could get all the blue collar babes they wanted. And he wanted lots of them.

He’d fucked all the gullible waitresses in town, and most of the streetwalkers. The waitresses he got with palladium tennis bracelets. The hookers with his impressive bankroll. He’d heard about some new girls running an e***** service online. Desperate housewives, the ad said. Judging from the area code, it looked like they were in one of the better suburbs. He got a boner just thinking about getting to fuck one of those women. It would cost more than his usual Saturday night red light special, but it just might be worth it.

Knickles met Laureen in the Town Manor bar as arranged. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the knockout redhead. She could have been a movie star. Tall, gorgeous, and a fabulous pair of tits crowning a trim figure. She had to be somebody’s trophy wife, which would make drilling her cunt that much better. Ken had always had a hardon for redheads but had never had one...until now.

Laureen had dressed to impress her first client. She wore an elegant black sheath dress with a plunging necline exposing her ample cleavage and spaghetti straps over her freckled shoulders. The red thigh-high stockings made a sharp contract with the dress and accented her hair.
Underneath, she wore lingerie for the occasion. Her bra and panties were an expensive Victoria's Secret matching set, in silver-gray silk decorated by tiny pink roses. The bra was just a half-cup push-up with her nipples peaking over the top. Her panties were French-cut bikinis that barely concealed her mons. Laureen had never bought such expensive underwear before but looked at it as an investment in her new career. A scarlet garter belt held up her slutty red stockings.

After exchanging small talk over a drink they headed upstairs to the room Knickles had booked.

Laureen was apprehensive about her baptism by fire. But, since she'd been coerced into this whole seedy, shameful endeavor and had no way out, she was determined to give Knickles his money's worth.
They were silent in the elevator as they rode up to the fourth floor with a businessman sharing the lift with them. The forthcoming events were flooding Laureen's mind as the walked down the carpeted hallway to room 410.

In the style of the Town Manor, the room was decorated in a Spanish motif. A large lithograph of a matador challenging El Toro hung over the head of the king size bed. The furnishings were of a rich hue mahogany.

Knickles headed to the mini-bar fridge to get them a drink.

Laureen slipped into the bathroom to remove her dress and fix her hair and makeup. Minutes later she emerged in her lingerie ensemble. Knickles handed her a glass containing an ice cube and some amber color liquid while he approvingly scanned the body that was about to be his to use.

Laureen tasted her drink and found it was a strong concoction of whiskey and ginger ale. She sat in an upholstered wing-back chair and took her cigarettes from her purse.

Knickles rushed to gallantly light her cigarette for her as she put it between her full lips. Laureen inhaled and blew out a cloud of blue smoke.

“What would you like first?" she asked.

“Um...don't you want the money up front? Two roses right?”

“Two roses? Oh yes. Of course.”

Laureen tried to sound convincing but didn't quite pull it off. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks as she blushed. Knickles fished the bills from his wallet, making a show of peeling them off the top of a large wad. He placed them on the table next to the chair and put the rest away with a smug smile.

"So, now that the formalities are out of the way, let's have some fun, babe. Do you suck cock?" Knickles asked.

"Yours I do." Laureen answered bashfully

She rose from her chair, took her client by the hand and lead him to the bed. She gently pushed and Ken took the hint, and sat on the edge of the bed. Dropping to her stocking knees she unfastened his trousers. Laureen reached in and found what she was looking for. A thrill ran through her as she touched his already stiffing cock and pulled it free.
Laureen remembered some of Dee's coaching and smiled up at her trick.

“Oooh you've got a nice, big one. I can hardly wait to suck it” She would have said that no matter what he had, but she was relieved that, at least on her first trick, she didn't have to pretend. She was fondling a beautiful cock with a large mushroom head capping about seven inches of thick shaft. She felt its warmth as she stroked it a few times and smiled up at Ken. Laureen opened her mouth and dropped her head onto his cock.

Knickles felt his cock being swallowed into the redhead's warm, wet mouth. Her tongue caressing it as her lips sealed around his shaft. He filled his hands with Laureen's fiery red hair.

Laureen had never been squeamish like other girls about having a dick in her mouth. But the last few days had given her more confidence than ever, and, especially after the threesome with Dee and Brian, she'd begun to actually enjoy giving head.

Knickles groaned, tightened his grip in Laureen's hair, and began thrusting. She was a good cock-sucker, but he wasn't about to sit back and let her give him some high-school cheerleader blowjob. He was damn sure gonna get his money's worth. He held her head still and began pushing deeper, fucking her mouth.

Laureen just moaned and sucked harder.

“Yeah, baby, that's it. Let me fuck your movie star face. Feel like I'm face-fucking Christina Hendricks. Oh yeah, that's it, baby, take that cock, take it deep!”

Laureen had no idea who Christina Hendricks was, but she took it as a compliment and tried to keep up. Her mind flashed back to Brian and Dee with Dee's hands in her hair and Brian shoving his cock down her throat. She got wet and immediately felt ashamed.

Goddammit, I'm enjoying this. Dee was right, I'm just a dirty whore.

She opened wide and pushed her head down, letting Ken's cock slide into her throat. She sealed her lips around his shaft, feeling his pubes tickle her nose and held herself there, sucking for all she was worth.

“Fuck, baby! That feels incredible! Fuck yeah, take it all you greedy bitch!”

Ken couldn't resist driving his cock deeper into Laureen's throat. He felt like a porn star as he fucked her mouth as deep and hard as he could. Larueen took it in stride sucking and slurping as she bathed his shaft and balls in thick saliva.

It wasn't long before she felt the head surge, felt him stiffen under her. Ken came in her mouth, firing powerful spurts of thick, creamy jizz, filling her mouth. Laureen lurched forward driving him further down her throat as she gulped it down. Knickles groaned and held her head tightly to his groin as he emptied his balls into her.

Triumphantly, Laureen withdrew Knickles' spent cock from her mouth, his cum glistening on her lips.

"God, where did you learn to suck cock like that?" an exhausted Knickles asked.

"My next-door neighbor taught me!" Laureen smiled.

Laureen knew she would have some time before Knickles was ready to go again. She did a little strip routine while Knickles watched her from the bed.

First off came her bra allowing her awe-inspiring breasts to spill out into view. She sat in the chair and carefully unfastened the tops of her stockings and peeled them seductively down her long legs flicking them off of her toes. She stood once again to unfasten the garter belt.

Knickles watched fascinated as Laureen's thumbs hooked under the waistband of her expensive panties. Like the unveiling of a work of art, she tugged the bit of silk slowly down over her hips revealing her smoothly shaved cockpit. Knickles couldn't resist imaging himself sliding into her warm, most pocket.

Laureen sat naked on the bed beside him and kissed him passionately. Knickles' hands were drawn to her awesome tits, savoring the fullness and weight of them as he responded to her hungry kiss.

"I want you in me baby. You made me so wet. My pussy is hungry for your big, hard cock. I want you so fucking bad" She whispered into his ear.

Knickles could feel the life flowing back into his cock as Laureen's warm breath entered his ear and her breast felt like a soft lump of pizza dough that required kneading. He just had to suck them even if it meant teasing his glamorous whore just a little longer. His head slid down her neck, pausing to plant a hiss just above her collarbone. As his tongue slid down her chest, he lowered his left hand and slid it between her warm soft thighs. Laureen sighed in response, spread her legs, and pulled his face downward smothering him in titflesh. He sucked them like a starving ******, making her moan deeply.

While Ken sucked and and nibbled her tits, his fingers found her pussy. When he felt how wet she was, his cock leapt to attention and he was ready! She gasped as he slid two fingers easily into her hot, slick fuck hole.

"It’s all yours baby. Fuck me, please." She whined, lying back onto the bed.

Knickles climbed on top of the gorgeous redhead's prone waiting body. Legs spread-eagle like a sacrificial offering, Laureen awaited the penetration of her first trick.

The head of Knickles' cock found the entrance to Laureen's gasping cunt which swallowed it like a hungry python. Inch after inch of his cock slid into the pretty redhead's warm cage. Laureen moaned softly as his ball pressed against her.

With Knickles cock buried deep inside her, Laureen wrapped her long legs around his hips in an octopus grip. Pulling him securely inside of her, she began to grind his meat with the gyrations of her cunt. Ken ground into her and began to fuck her deeply and slowly, savoring every thrust. Laureen felt as if all her senses were amplified as she let this strange man fuck her like a cheap whore.

But that’s just what I am now she mused, smiling as she ground against her John. A cheap, filthy whore. Oh God It feels so damn good.
“Cmon baby, give it to me good, She hissed in his ear. “I need a good, hard fucking!”.

Knickles moaned as her vaginal walls squeezed and pulled at his cock as her mouth had done just a little while ago. He abandoned all attempts to make it last and surrendered himself to her urging. He rammed his cock into her succulent pussy with unbridled lust. He slid one hand up her torso, clutched at her tits for a hot minute, then slid it up around her throat and fucked her for all he was worth.

He was a little pissed at her for making him lose his rhythm. Some hookers did whatever they could to make you shoot faster so they could get dressed and get out. On to the next trick. But he couldn’t resist her body, her passion, genuine or otherwise, or her dirty talk so he let go and drilled her as hard as he damn well could. He’d get his money’s worth one way or the other.

“Oh fuck Yess! That’s it baby, that’s what I need! Oh, my fucking, Goooodddd,”.Laureen grunted through clenched teeth as her orgasm ripped through her. Knickles grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed above her head as he slammed his cock into her spasming cunt. Laureen arched her torso upward, and rolled her head to the side, lost in a fog of pleasure, writhing and grunting like a woman possessed.

Caught up in the moment and loving every second of it, Kenneth Knickles ended the best fuck of his life as he roared, slammed into her one last time and fired another load deep into to the incredible whore housewife. Laureen's cunt absorbed Knickles' cum like a dry sponge, every nook and cranny oozing with his white sticky fluid. Knickles had got his money's worth and then some.

While they were dressing, Ken got quiet. Laureen wondered if this was just the usual awkwardness of two strangers retreating back into themselves after artificially induced intimacy of sex for money. She had resigned herself to feeling like a stranger again when Ken turned to her with an odd look on his face and took her hands in his.

“He look. Laureen, I..I gotta tell you something. What we did was awesome. It was the best experience I've ever had with a pros – with a *********. You're beyond hot. And I know you're new at this and I'm gonna kick myself later for telling you this, but...you really shouldn't be doing this. I'mean not the way you did it.
Laureen looked stricken for a moment and Ken felt an uncharacteristic pang of remorse when he thought he'd hurt her feelings.

“What? Did I do something wrong, Ken? Were you not....happy with everything? I thought –

“No, it's not that, not at all. Just the opposite. What I mean is, as much as I loved getting to fuck you bareback and um...cum in your mouth – God that was hot – that's not really, safe. You really should be using condoms. All the other girls do. And all the guys expect it. I mean, we don't fuckin like it, but we know it's for everybody's protection. Including ours. Ours and...”

“And your wives”. Laureen blushed deeply and looked at the floor. “I'm sorry, you're right. I should have known better. I'm still learning the ropes I guess.
“And thank you Ken” She raised her face and met his gaze. “It's sweet of you to care. I'll keep that in mind. So next time, she smiled at him demurely. You'll have to wear a condom if you want to fuck my sweet pussy.”

“And your beautiful face,” Ken added with a warm smile.
“Really? Even for a blowjob?” Laureen was genuinely surprised.

“Well no, I mean. Look, some girls require condoms for blowjobs and some don't. I tend to prefer the ones that don't but, to be honest. They're not the um..top tier providers. A classy gorgeous, hot woman like you? You can demand that. And you definitely shouldn't let anybody cum in your mouth. Anybody but me that is, cause I'm your favorite” he joked.
And I get tested regularly. But still, you probably shouldn't.

“Awww, thanks again Ken. I'll consider that. And you're right it's probably not safe. You know, I used to think it was about the most disgusting thing that could happen on a date.”
“But” – she added with a wicked gleam in her eyes - “I have to admit, I think I've acquired a taste for it.

“Speaking of which,” Ken added with a sly smile. “Would you um..care for a breath mint, Miss?”

Laureen scowled in mock offense. “Why, don't tell me now I've had bad breath all this time and you're just now telling me? What else did I screw up tonight Mr. Knickles?”

Ken chuckled. “No you don't Laureen. That is, you didn't. But you did swallow my load, so any minute now, you're gonna have cum breath. That might put off your next patron.”

Laureen blushed again, then looked at Ken in a different light. She kissed him, gently at first, then more intently as she felt a new rush of genuine affection for her first client. Tentatively, she slipped his tongue into his mouth.

Ken felt the intrusion and his initial resistance melted as her tongue snaked into his mouth. To his surprise, he found the lingering taste of his cum on her tongue turned him on. He felt a little ache as the blood surged back into his spent cock. He slid his hands down and cupped Laureen's ass and pulled her closer. Finally, he broke the kiss, and ran his fingers through her hair.

“Damn Laureen. You're the sweetest, prettiest, dirtiest, hooker I've ever met.”

Laureen smiled brightly and took a step backward, gently but firmly disengaging. “I'm sorry, Ken. I'm pretty sure our time is up. I have to go now. Maybe you can save some of that” – she brushed her hand across the bulge in his slacks - “for next time?”