“Sex for Money”

Posted by tina on April 25, 2008 at 06:52:53:

“Sex for Money”
(How two call girls pay)
by tina

I would never have sex for money. Well, of course I did have sex for money. The scum ball apartment manager wanted the month’s rent which I didn’t have. He said we probably could work something out. Of course I knew that meant that he would work something in to me. Fortunately Michelle, the love of my life had called. One of her john’s wanted a two-girl show. Michelle would pay me $500 to have sex with her. That’s Michelle on the other bed. You wouldn’t recognize her now as the beautiful creature that I loved so much. I don’t even recognize her.

Michelle and I had been lovers for about a year so having sex with her was no problem. And the $500 would keep the creep superintendent off my ass. He looked to me to be backdoor man so I am speaking not only literally but physically as well. The deal was only Michelle could touch me. So the “I would never have sex for money” went out the window. Michelle and I remained lovers but occasionally the lovemaking was a show for a john.

That’s how shy, girl next door Sami became a sex worker. By the way that’s me on the other bed. I’m still the brown-eyed brown haired schoolgirl that John ordered. That’s a laugh because his name really was John. Michelle had called me to say one of her customers wanted a schoolgirl and a Goth chick to make love for him. As I watched John walk toward me I think back to earlier in the evening.

I had dressed in my short plaid skirt, white blouse and thigh-high white hose. The hem of the skirt showed a little of my white thigh and the lace top of the stockings. Hey I was about to turn a trick so I had to be a naughty schoolgirl. I completed my wardrobe with a pair of Mary Jane’s and white ankle socks. I had my long brown hair back in a ponytail and wore large hoop earrings. I was conservative with my makeup except for the whore red lipstick.

Michelle nearly took my breath away when she picked me up. She wore skintight jeans along with a leather vest. Her makeup was definitely Goth, which really set off her piercing work. I kissed her on her black lips after I got into the car.

“Hey, save that for latter,” she chided, “you’ll mess up my lipstick.” I watched as she applied another coat and then we drove to the motel. The man was staying at a Red Roof Inn. That was fine with me because each room has it’s own entrance and you don’t have to worry about someone in the lobby being nosey. Michelle’s customer let us into the room.

“John, this is Sami. Sami…John” she said by way of introduction. I stifled a laugh as he shook my hand and told me what a pleasure it was finally to meet me. John set down on an easy chair at the far side of the room. “Why don’t you girls get comfortable.”

“Sami, help me with my jeans, please, “Michelle commanded as she sat on the edge of one of the twin beds. She unbuttoned them as I removed her pumps. I smiled at John as I sucked Michelle’s stocking covered toes into my mouth. Michelle giggled as I licked her feet. Then I took hold of first one leg and then the other and pulled the tight fitting jeans down Michelle’s lovely legs. She was wearing fishnet thigh highs under the jeans. Of course there were no panties so her thick brown bush was in full display.

Once the jeans had been removed Michelle rose from the bed. “Your turn lovely Sami,” She stated as she began to unbutton my blouse. She loosened my tie but left it in place around my neck as she removed the white school girl blouse. I turned toward John and lifted my firm breasts and smiled.

“Nice,” he said simply.

I was quickly nude except for my white hose and the navy and red striped necktie. The tie lay between my breasts as I lay on the twin bed closest to John. Michelle climbed onto the bed, swung her right leg over my chest and then worked her butt down toward my head. I let out a sigh as I watched her ass jiggling above my face. Michelle’s sweet pussy hovered inches away from my lips.

Then she lowered herself and my tongue shot out into that lovely slit. My arms were partially pinned by her legs but I managed to grasp her ass cheeks and pull her further down onto my face. My tongue had begun to explore her pussy and I could taster her juices as they flowed into my sucking mouth. Occasionally I would lift my face up so my nose went into the crack of her ass. The aroma almost knocked me out as I continued to tongue my Goth beauty.

Of course Michelle was doing her part. My body tingled as she licked and kissed my hot cunt. I tried not to count my own orgasms as I focused on servicing my lover.

Then I had heard John say, “Hey, enough already, knock the bitch out.”

Michelle sagged down on my face. My tongue was deep inside her box and now my nose was caught between her ass cheeks as she ground her butt down hard. At first my orgasms continued but then I had realized in panic that I couldn’t breath. Michelle’s ass covered my whole face and I was sucking desperately on her pussy in a vain attempt to breathe. I slapped hard at Michelle’s ass trying to tell her I was in trouble. My lungs had quickly begun to burn as I was getting no air.

The last thing I remembered was Michelle and John laughing somewhere off in the distance as I drifted into the abyss. I died.

Except dead people don’t smell their lovers sent. The smell of Michelle’s pussy lingered all around me. The pungent odor of her asshole still attacked my nostrils as I came out of the depths. I was immediately aware of five things. I was alive. I was tied spread eagle on the twin bed. My white school girl panties had been stuffed deep inside my mouth forcing me to breathe through my nose. Michelle was between my wide spread legs and her tongue seemed to be so far inside me that I could taste her.

Did I say five things? John was reaming Michelle’s fine ass as she tongued me. As he forced his cock deep into her butt her tongue was forced deeper inside my pussy. I decided I could really get used to this. Although I still planned to hurt Michelle when I got the chance. Suffocating me with her asshole had not been part of our bargain. Me tied to the bed was not part of the bargain either

I was enjoying it all until I looked past Michelle’s bobbing shoulders and saw John with a length of white cord in his hands. It was the same cord that bound my wrists and ankles to the bed frame. My eyes had gotten really wide as I looked into his eyes. He winked as he wrapped the ends of the cord around his palms. My screams of warning had been absorbed by the white school girl panties and Michelle was oblivious to the danger. She was tongue deep in my pussy with her eyes closed and John’s cock up her ass.

He tapped Michelle on the shoulder and said, “Hey, come up for some air and use those lips on me.” Michelle raised her face from my pussy and looked over her shoulder at the strangler. I screamed as John whipped the cord around Michelle’s throat. My scream was a muffled squawk. Michelle’s own scream was still born as the cord bit into her slender neck. Michelle was strong but John was a big man and he had ambushed her. He tugged hard on the thin cord as he strangled the life from my lovely Michelle.

Her dark nails dug frantically at the cord. Her eyes bulged wide as John drew the rope tighter and tighter. Her dark lips gaped and I could see her tongue begin to bulge inside her mouth. I was going to be sick but fought the nausea for fear of aspirating the vomit and suffocating. Had I already watched the brutal strangulation I probably would have realized that puking and dying would be a better way to go.

John had backed off the bed and was standing at the end. He had dragged Michelle into a sitting position. She still faced me. She reached out a hand toward me as she pleaded for my help.

“I can’t help you now you stupid bitch,” I wanted to scream at her but the panty gag still prevented any speech. He strangled poor Michelle for another minute and then dragged her off the bed. Her arms made fluttering motions but she no longer had the strength to reach up to the deadly ligature that so slowly strangled the life from her.

“Don’t want to soil the sheets,” John said to me. He must have known she was about to loose control. I heard a hissing noise and saw that Michelle was pissing herself. Then I heard a rumbling noise and something plopped onto the rug. The bowel stench followed close behind. Michelle hung like a rag doll as John dragged her to the other bed. Her corpse flopped down onto the other twin bed like a sack of potatoes. Her body was twisted grotesquely but the worst part was her face turned directly at me. Michelle’s lifeless brown eyes bulged from a dark contorted face. I looked as though she was sticking her bloated tongue out at me. John knotted the cord in place as I watched helplessly from the other bed.

I screamed as he walked back to me. I twisted and tugged at the cords until I saw blood oozing from each wrist. Exhausted I lay still as he entered me. I was technically a virgin except for the toys Michelle used on me. I was still moist from Michelle’s tongue and John’s cock was smaller than Michelle’s strap on. His prick easily went all the way inside me.

Before he raped me John loosened the tie I was wearing. He folded the ends over in a single knot that he gradually pulled tight under my chin. I opened my mouth to scream but he yanked the tie closed around my throat and I heard only a strangled gurgle.

He raped and strangled me forever. It seemed like an eternity as he choked me like he had Michelle. I had watched and knew she was dead in a few minutes. That was of no comfort as I tried hard to breath. I was oblivious to my body responding to the sex. I was helpless as John pulled the tie tighter and tighter. I had felt something snap inside my throat and knew I was going to die for sure. The pressure in my head was unbearable but I had no choice but to bear it. My fingers curled into talons as I tried to reach out and claw my strangler. Of course my face was transformed just as Michelle’s was before me. My eyes bulged wide as my face turned dark. My cyanotic lips gaped as the tie bit hard into my tender flesh.

The room had started to fade. “I’m coming Michelle,” I thought to myself, “I’m coming….” The final thought was swallowed by the dark whirlpool that suddenly filled my brain. I was dead when John deposited his seed inside me. The sheets got soiled after all when my bladder had released. My dead corpse was on top of my excrement. John left my legs spread wide to show my dead cunt as it oozed his sperm.

He took a shower to clean himself as we remained dead on the two twin beds. That was Sami’s body on the left-hand bed. You won’t recognize me any more. The brown eyed girl with the big smile. The smiling long haired girl next door who wouldn’t have sex for money was dead on the bed with her school girl tie knotted tightly around her strangled throat.