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You had been a whore for years. It was a fact of life. End up in the streets, or sell your body.
For some, it was a hard choice, but not for you. For you, it was transactional, barely even comparable to actual sex. Sex was what you had with people you wanted to. Whatever you did with those drunken fellers at the saloon every night for a price… That wasn’t sex. It was an exchange—stagnant movements of body parts against body parts, devoid of feeling.
But this man was… different than the others. He looked different, not that you minded, but he was large, his dark skin and long black hair catching you off guard in the white, hick saloon in which you worked.
He spoke to you like a person, asking about your life and dreams, yet he barely talked about himself.
He was quiet. He listened, his eyes holding your gaze so intensely that you actually found yourself becoming flustered by his attention.
He introduced himself as Charles.
It wasn’t long before he was paying for a room on the second floor of the saloon, stressing that he wanted it all night. He wanted you all night. He was more than willing to pay.
You had been waiting for some kind of catch. Surely, a man this kind and thoughtful on the surface had to be hiding something, like a strange fetish or a small dick that he was waiting to spring on you once he got you alone.
But, as Charles held your legs open and gently lapped at your swollen pussy, making you come for the third time, you began to realize that there simply wasn’t a catch.
Your mind numb and your eyes heavy, you stared down at him as you fell apart, his dark eyes on you as he ravenously sucked at your clit.
You were fully naked, sprawled over the bed, panting and sweating and blushing like some innocent damsel in a romance novel. Your hands were gripping the pillow above your head for dear life, his mouth relentless, making you shudder and whine the most sinful of sounds.
He was clearly intent on making you come again, lightening up his touch, letting you catch your breath as he gently licked up your juices, yet pressing on.
“Ch-Charles…” You finally managed to gasp, your body tensing up with each touch, too overstimulated to form a thought.
Above all, you couldn’t believe he had paid you for this, for the whole night. A large amount, at that, just to play with your pussy, making you come again and again.
If anything, you should have been paying him. You hadn’t come this good in ages.
“Hm?” He pulled away from you, looking up as he mouthed the inside of your thigh. His chin and upper lip glistened with your slick, making your stomach swirl.
“It’s too much.” You sighed, relieved by his movements ceasing, his stubble rubbing against your thigh.
Charles nodded, his eyes soft, understanding. “Alright.” He chuckled softly, letting go of your legs and moving up your body, his mouth trailing light kisses up your stomach.
When he reached your breasts, he bit one of them lightly, moving to your nipple to tease it between his lips.
You hummed, your hand reaching down to tangle in his thick hair. “I- do you want me to do anythin’… for you?” You asked, feeling how hard he was through his trousers, his dick straining against your ass. You assumed he would at least want the favour returned. It was your job, after all.
But Charles looked up at you. “No.”
You were caught off guard. “No?”
“No,” he repeated, continuing his attack on your breasts, lips eventually trailing up to your neck.
“But you paid me—“
“I paid for you ,” he mumbled against your skin, “not for me.”
You furrowed a brow, his simple wording strangely making sense. He paid you for access to your body. He paid you, to make you feel good, and for some reason that made your skin go hot and your pussy flutter around nothing. If other men thought about it like that, it would make your job a lot easier.
You tangled your hand in his soft hair, gently tugging at it as his lips made their way up your neck, to your jaw, teeth grazing your skin.
You hadn’t kissed him yet. You never kissed anyone on the job.
But his lips were suddenly brushing yours and you were opening your mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue inside.
Moaning into his mouth, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close, his hands gently kneading at the flesh of your hips, waist, and eventually breasts.
Whatever he planned on doing, he was taking his sweet time. You almost had the urge to wiggle out from under him, push him onto his back, and do what you were best at, but you refrained. It felt weirdly good to be taken care of, touched with intention, kissed with passion.
Eventually, though, out of pure habit, you reached down and palmed at the bulge in his pants, eliciting a low groan from the man.
He pulled away, nuzzling your nose with his, his hips gently bucking to meet your touch.
“You want that?” He asked.
You swallowed, nodding.
Charles didn’t waste much time, reaching down and freeing himself from his pants, the buckle of his belt clinking as he moved. You bit your lip, fighting a smile of excitement.
To your surprise, he sat back on his haunches, his large hands positioning themselves in the crooks of your knees as he lifted your legs.
“What’re you-“ You questioned, cutting yourself off as you realized he was propping your ankles over his broad shoulders, moving over you so his length could grind against your— still— oversensitive pussy.
“This okay?” He asked, looking up at you through his hair that had fallen over his face.
You nodded again, dizzy with arousal, knowing that this angle would feel exceptionally different… his large body pinning you down, pressing you helplessly to the mattress. Your knees were practically resting at your shoulders as he leaned over you, your hamstrings stretching. He had you folded in half, and his cockhead was catching on your clit each time he rubbed it over you, making you squirm.
Reaching up, you attempted to grab at his thick waist to pull him closer, or maybe somehow manage to convince him to just slip it in … but he didn’t budge. He was taking his time, slicking himself up, making your pussy throb with the need for him to be inside.
“Please, just…” You whispered, nails digging into his sides. His eyes flicked up to you, and he let out the smallest of smirks.
“Don’t worry.” He said calmly, his arm firmly holding himself up on the mattress beside your head, the muscles in his arm flexing as he continued to torment you. “I’ll give you what you need.”
You fought the urge to roll your eyes in frustration, whining as he slowly began to push himself into you, yet pulling it back out again. You could hear the squelching of your wetness as he did, your face burning.
He slid himself in again, stretching you wide, then back out, then further in, then back out, then even further in, and your eyes fluttered closed as your pussy took him willingly.
Finally, he stretched you again, his cock sliding in so slow and deep that your eyes rolled back in your skull, unable to stop your legs from shaking. “ O-oh my God…” You breathed, his hips pressing flush against yours, now fully pinning you to the bed, his cock so far inside you at this angle you thought you would explode.
Charles’ brows pinched together as he ground himself inside you, his eyes locked onto your face, watching every little reaction you had.
In all your years of work, you had never had someone make you feel this good.
Slowly, Charles let himself slide out of you again, his cock dragging against your walls and making your legs shake again. Your nails dug into his sides, pulling him close, silently pleading with him to press back into you again.
And he did. He drove himself deep again, and you swore you felt yourself gush around him, your lungs drawing in a sudden gasp of air.
He kept doing this, slow and firm, watching your face contort and your body shudder as his cock hit places so deep inside you, you weren’t even aware of their existence.
Eventually, keeping himself inside you, he straightened himself up, large calloused hands grabbing your legs to keep them pinned down.
You were practically incoherent as he began to fuck you, his eyes trailing down your body to focus on his length sliding in and out of your dripping hole, his strong hands holding your legs open for him.
Your jaw hung slack as he continued his slow, steady movements, once again causing your legs to tremble every time he angled his hips a certain way.
And, God, he looked heavenly above you, his abs straining with every thrust, his muscular arms holding you apart, small grunts and moans slipping from his parted lips every so often. His long black hair, partially tucked behind one ear, was falling in front of his face, and you wanted to run your hands through it. You wanted to tug on it.
He was so quiet, other than his sounds of pleasure. He didn’t need to verbalize how good he felt. You could see it on his face, his eyes fluttering closed, his jaw clenching.
You cried out as he shoved himself deep inside you again, pressing your hips down hard into the mattress. “I-I’m–” You panted, your voice sounding distant from your body. “I’m gonna…”
You could feel yourself being brought to the edge again, your tired, tired pussy trying so hard to hold it in, your walls clenching painfully around him. What was this, the fourth time, now? Your hands gripped the sheets tightly as he continued, though, his eyes on you, knowing exactly what he was doing.
“Gonna give me another one?” He said, his deep voice sending a thrill straight to your cunt, your legs shaking violently as he held you tight.
You could only nod, your mind too clouded to form words. You were there, outside of yourself, watching as you got fucked into oblivion, his dick dragging once more against your walls and sending you over the edge.
“Mmm.” He hummed, watching you as you fell apart for the fourth time. “There you go…”
Your eyes screwed shut as you came harder than you had ever come in your life, your body tensing as he held your legs down, open, driving his hips into your ass harder as your pussy squeezed him like a vice. Heart pounding in your ears, you could barely even draw in a breath, the waves of pleasure shooting through you to a nearly painful degree. He only pushed into you again, and again, and again, the bed frame hitting the wall with each strong thrust of his hips.
You eventually came back to your senses, just about, opening your eyes and watching him as he spilled over just the same, his fingers tightening on your thighs.
His eyes closed and he rutted into you like a wild animal, your cunt numb and throbbing and swollen, unable to do anything but take his come, filling you up as you lay there helplessly.
You didn’t know how long it was before Charles was slowly pulling out of you, letting your shaky legs lower back down and your feet land on the mattress. Your body pulsed with your heartbeat, your hearing half gone as he flopped down on the bed beside you.
You both lay there in silence, catching your breaths, letting your heart rates return to somewhat normal rhythms.
“You okay?” He asked quietly from beside you, and you realized you hadn’t spoken since you were desperately trying to form a coherent sentence minutes before.
Nodding, you laughed softly. “Yeah. Where’d you learn to do that?” You asked, turning your head to look at him, stretching your arms above your head as you straightened your legs. Surely, you would be stiff tomorrow.
He turned his head, dark eyes finding yours. “To do what?”
You laughed again, breathily. “All of that.”
He shrugged, looking back up at the ceiling. When he didn’t give you an answer, you figured he didn’t even have one in mind. Practice, you assumed. Hell, look at him. Of course, he had practice.
After another long silence, Charles took a deep breath, sitting up. You let your eyes rake over his body. Now that you could get a good look at him, you noticed there were scars on his back, raised ones, and circular ones, all of them making your mind buzz with curiosity. Who was this man? Why was he here? Why did he refuse to tell you anything about himself?
But he turned to you, his large hand reaching down to run over your thigh. You sighed, watching him pull it to the side, spreading you slightly.
Then, his hand drifted over to your fucked out cunt, making you jump as he began to rub you gently. You bit your lip, looking up at his face. He was watching his hand play with you, his eyes dark with familiar lust.
He couldn’t possibly have more in mind… could he? You gasped as his palm caught on your clit, your pussy twitching with overstimulation.
“Think you can keep going?” He asked plainly, eyes drifting over to meet yours again. You raised a brow. He was serious.
Your stomach swirled with curiosity. “Keep going?” You repeated his words.
He nodded. “I paid for the whole night, didn’t I?”
“You did.” You laughed softly, grinding your hips against his hand, but your pussy was so sore.
“I think you have a few more rounds in you.” He said assuredly, focusing his movements on your clit, making you writhe. He ran his other hand through his hair, pushing it back as he toyed with you.
“I don’t know if I do...” You chuckled, unsure, but hoping he could prove you wrong. Part of you knew he would.
He smiled softly. “Why don’t we find out?”