HOW DO I GET THE MONEY FOR CAR REPAIRS? Chapter 3 - Meeting the Needs of the Customer part 3

HOW DO I GET THE MONEY FOR CAR REPAIRS?
Chapter 3 - Meeting the Needs of the Customer part 3


"DON'T GET EMOTIONALLY INVOLVED" Mark's voice boomed in my head.

"Um, no, not a weird baby!" I said, trying to think of something else Mark had said. Oh yeah, GFE. "We can do the, uh, Girl Friend Experience thing. But it's a little more costly."

How much more, I thought frantically! I like this guy but I'm also supposed to charge him, but I don't want to scare him away. Fifty bucks? Fifty bucks for kissing? Sounds fair, I guess? That's a total of $250, would he pay that? Oh, shit what do I do?

"I tell you what," I said, making this shit up as I went along. "I told you I'd tell you a secret. And that is, you're my first ever customer!"

"No way!" Chris remarked. "You're, you're amazing! A fucking pro! I've been to lots of places and girls but you're the best ever--"

I kissed him. And hugged him. And leaned into him and felt his hard cock pressing into my belly.

"Come back next week, I'll do any fucking thing you want for three hundred." I dropped to my knees, took his cock, and slapped it against my cheek. A little string of post-cum, or pre-cum, stuck to my cheek. I kissed his cock on its hard shaft.

"Any fucking thing you want," I repeated.

Chris is now my best customer. You are fucking better to believe it!

That first week I made $450, as Chris had left me an extra tip. I took Friday night off to relax, but I had guys texting me to see if I was available. This is cool!

The next Monday, I had a big, fat, hairy but bald guy. He was 350 pounds easy. Kind of hard to find his dick. Erect, he was at least 3 inches. Oh well, He liked me. Mark had said that I need to try and find one thing about each guy that I could like. With this guy, I like his attitude. He was like, Hey, I'm big and fat but so what!

Tuesday was Rick. So cute, single, and so nervous! His first time ever, he said, was at a massage place. He wasn't even hard at the halfway point because of his nerves. He was even shaking a little bit. Once I let him suck my tits, he seemed to calm down. He shot his load, grabbed his clothes, and left without tucking in his shirt or anything! Maybe I was too big? Maybe I was too forward? Maybe he's so socially awkward and this is the best he can do?

Wednesday Chris came again; he had texted that he wanted the 'anything I want' package. Me and my dumb mouth. I introduced a new little thing to my routine, drinking! I got some airline bottles of Fireball, Jack Daniels, and Patron. Also had on hand Stella beers and some La Crema chardonnay. Mark helped me pick these out. Said most guys could make do with these selections.

I opened the door for Chris, but he couldn't see me as I was hidden behind the door. He stepped in and I closed it, revealing myself to be completely naked! I hugged him and kissed his cheek, then led him by the hand to the kitchen where I showed him my drink collection. Pleased, he chose a Fireball shot, and could he also have a beer? I shot a Fireball with him, and he opened the white wine and poured me some. He drank his beer in the shower, which I never heard of, but he said it's kind of a thing.

The shot and the wine mellowed me quite a bit, but I was still fully functional. I'm not a lightweight by any means! I may be poor, but I know how to drink. It was nice to be mellowed, that little bitch in the back corner of my mind kept telling me "Your gonna be a whore, your goanna is a whore!" She was doing it in a child's sing-song voice which was really annoying.

I guess she was right, though. I was going to be a whore. I was going to fuck this guy and he was going to pay me. No, wait, let me check the basket... yep, he already paid me! $300. Maybe that's too little? Whatever, I needed to get laid as bad as he did, I think.

I met him as he stepped out of the shower. I took his towel from him and finished drying him off. I paid particular attention to his lower body, patting and rubbing him all over. As I eyeballed his cock and balls, I thought to myself that he looked clean, nothing visible.

I dropped the towel to the side and took his cock in my right hand. I don't know if it was Viagra or if he was just happy to see me, but he was fully hard already! Leaning in close, I stuck out my tongue and licked his penis head.

"Mumm" I moaned as I closed my lips around his cock. He grabbed the door frame, to stabilize himself.

"Jesus Fucking Christ on the Cross!" he managed to say.

I stroked him with my hand a little bit and brought more of his cock inside my mouth. Slathering him with my tongue, I got him all seriously wet. I pulled back off him, and a little spider web of saliva hung between us for a moment. I looked up into his eyes.

"Don't you go and write about this on that Erotic Review site!" I warned him.

"Oh fuck no! I promise." He shook his head with deep sincerity.

"Okay baby," I replied. Then I asked him, "So did you want to maybe skip the massage and just have some fun?"

He nodded eagerly as I led him to my bed.

Once we lay down on the sheets, he wanted to kiss me, and kiss me he did! For like ten minutes! Tender, gentle, hard, soft, with tongue, without, he just liked kissing me a whole fucking lot! I liked it too, as we rolled around on the bed, my legs opened a few times. I could smell my arousal.

"Would you, um," he stammered. "Can I do anything for you?"

I jokingly answered, "Well you can eat me out and fuck me!" And before I could really laugh he was already moving down and spreading my legs.

As good as Chris was at kissing, he was even better at licking pussy. Tender and gentle at first, but he picked up speed and licked and sucked my lips very enthusiastically.

"Your wife must love this!"

He broke off for a minute and looked up at me, his face glistening in the candlelight. "Now, not so much. It makes her nervous, she says." He returned to his eating of my pussy.

Stupid woman, his wife, I thought. Chris slipped in a couple of fingers easily, yes’s! I was so fucking wet I couldn't believe it! I arched up as he ran his tongue around my pulsing clit, and his fingers probed deeper and deeper. Please, please, more to the front, almost... YES! That's the spot.

"Yes baby, yes baby! Right there, keep doing that... I'm going to cum, uh-huh, yes baby! OOOOH!"

He stayed on my clit through my orgasm, I had to push him off as it got too intense and hurt a little bit. He shoved the rest of his fingers up inside me. My pussy clenched on his fingers all by itself. I felt full and wonderful.

"Did you, ahh, did you cum?"

"Jesus Christ yes baby! Thank you!" I motioned him to come up and we met in a beautiful kiss. My pussy juice dripped down his chin onto mine. Fucking sweet.

He lowered his body onto mine, and his cock just fell in right where it was supposed to. Without even trying, he was about two inches inside me. He grinned at me and pushed it all the way in.

We both let out an "Ahhhhh" as he filled me up. Then I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him tight.

"Come on baby," I whispered. "Fuck me as you mean it!"

And he did. He fucked me hard, he fucked me deep, he fucked me fast, I felt so complete. He pistoled in and out of me so fucking hard, that I didn't know what to think or do. All that remained was animal instinct. I think I growled or mewled at him, he just fell on top of me and kept fucking me and squeezed my tit.

"Ouch!" I yelped as he pinched my nipple so hard. He relented, only slightly, then went back to squeezing my whole tit as hard as he could. This boy likes big tits, I remembered thinking.

Still fucking me, he rose up on his elbows and bent his head down so he could suck my tits. I held the for him and he hungrily sucked them.

"I gotta cum!" he squeaked out. He looked unsure like he didn't know if that was okay or what.

"Cum inside me baby, it's fine" And it was fine. I'm on the Pill, thanks to Mark's insistence.

"Oh, fu-u-u-u-c-k-k-k!" Chris moaned as he pumped full of his hot cum. I could feel the hot jets of his sperm shooting inside me. His cock trembled and flexed for me.
It was one of those surreal moments. I hadn't been laid properly in months, and now, this guy is PAYING good money to fuck me! I just held him tighter as he emptied it all inside me.

After a couple of minutes, he returned to earth and breathed like a normal human. "Thank you, thank you so much!" He looked like he was close to tears. "It's been so long since, well, since it's been good..."

I just let that hang. I know how he felt!

"I'm here for you baby," I said. "Whenever you need me, just call me." I kissed him deeply. "I needed this too!"

We kissed some more. His cock was still inside me, though partly deflated.

"I'll be your fuck buddy," I whispered to him. "I'll be your cum-slut. I'll be your whore. Do you like that? Do you like having your own personal cum whore? Yes, baby, you're hard again, I can feel it, fuck me some more baby, yes, like that... fuck you cum slut... you can cum in my cunt... uh-huh... cum in my ass... cum in my mouth... all my holes are for you baby... fuck me anywhere baby... fuck me... I need it... I need your cum... fuck your whore baby... fuck your whore hard baby... you're making me cum baby... I'm Cumming on your cock baby..."

And I did. My cunt death-gripped his cock and I shook with passion and delight as my orgasm spasmed through my entire body. I think my dirty talking did it. I meant all of it, too. He climaxed somewhere during this time, too. His cock could barely stay inside me with all the extra cum in there!

Eventually, I looked at the clock. One hour and ten. Whatever, I didn't have anyone else booked. Chris reluctantly rose off me.

He spoke very excitedly. "Jesus! That was, amazing! The best! You're, you're, it was so, oh my God you're the best!"

Cum was basically flowing out of my cunt, so I suggested we shower. Chris left with a silly grin on his face and a can of Coke in his hand, my attempt at sobering him up before he went home to the little wife.

To be continued