PRICELESS
10pm and I’m pacing back and forth in my suite. I was in an unappealing, seedy hotel at edge of one of the most unsavoury part of this godforsaken city. Hazard of the job knowing place like this exist, but I wanted to be invisible, a place where no one cared who you were or why you’re there. Anger pulled my broad shoulders tight. My sexual appetite tugged on the muscles in my jaws and pulsated down to my groin. Indecision moved my legs to pace, a thoughtless act. Guilt drew my head downward, should I call her or not? The battle line was drawn in my mind. I paced from one side of the room to the other. How did I end up there? How did we get so fucked up? She was always angry with me. Always, I couldn't do anything right for her. It was so simple in the beginning; it was so easy to please her. She loved the way I fucked her. She loved me. How did we get to a point where every time I stepped into the room I got that look! You know that look of ‘No, stay away from me.’ Well what about me? What about my needs? Somehow, her anger or displeasure with me was more important than what I needed. Wanted. Couldn't a night of sex, of making love to her take the edge off of the anger? Erase the lines that had been drawn? Bring us together like we used to be - close, naked and madly in love with each other?
We used to enjoy each other. Just the sight of her and I would feel like a little boi, butterflies in my belly. I wanted her. I yearned for her. Her touch. The closeness of her body. The tenderness of her heart. Her sweet precious heart. So much more to her than just her body. The secrets she shared with me, and I with her. The desires she had me fulfil. Her moans and her body trembling under me. So fucking hot. My pace quickened with frustration. Something had separated us. What was it? Communication? Did we just grow apart? I knew part of it was my fault, but not all of it. My job demand a level of commitment and much of my time. She knew this when she met me that being hitched to a copper who patrolled London’s devilish streets required my soul as payment. But she always had my heart, she just had to know that much. She was my salvation, my anchor who the kept the insanity at bay and hope alive. I worshiped her and coming home to her after a soul destroying day on the job, gave me purpose.
It didn't happen overnight but more over time. I wanted sex. I wanted to fuck her. What was wrong with that? What was wrong with my lust for her?! I derived great pleasure pleasing her whenever and whatever she wanted. What about my needs? She knew I liked to fuck when we first got together. It wasn’t a lie and I never cheated on her. Not once. She always let me fuck and worship every curve and inch of her beautiful body. But then something happened. Something unspoken drew a line between us. What was it? Did it even matter really? I mean, fuck, she was at home and I was pacing in a suite contemplating whether or not I should call Lex. I sat on the bed and laid my head in my hands. What would this do to our relationship? Would it end it? Was it already over? Sweat broke out on my forehead. My hands moistened. Fucking bitch. I'm not perfect. I know that. But I tried to make her happy. Maybe it wasn't not my fault. Maybe she really was a fucking bitch. A fucking cock tease. I stood up, my indecision disappearing. Fucking cock teasing bitch. I grabbed my phone and dialled Lex's number. "Hello."
"Lex, it's me. Jay."
"My boi! Jay! It's been too long. Where have you been?"
"I've been in a.... look Lex, I just want to fuck tonight. A hot, steamy fuck and only a hot sexy femme woman will do. Blonde. Brunette. Redhead, hell I don’t care, all I want is one that wants a boi to fuck the shit out of her. She’s got to be a stunning woman. I want a woman that has a wet pussy for me and not a whore that needs to make a quick buck."
"It'll cost you big Jay. But I've got one that would be wet for you... And stunning, yes, fucking stunning."
"How much?” I asked. "£1000 and her name is Alice." I almost laughed when he said her name.
"Send her over." I hung up the phone. My mind raced back to the line, but there was no return. The line was non-negotiable and already crossed. The woman would be here shortly. I went to the bathroom. Put on my cologne and brushed my teeth. I stood in front of the bed, rubbing my cock through my pants in anticipation. Yes, soon. Very fucking soon. I sat on the bed, waiting. Waiting for a woman who was wet for me and who wanted me to fuck her. A stunning woman and I wouldn't let my mind be overcome with guilt. If she would have opened her legs for me then I wouldn't have lied to her about going out of town. If she sucked my cock every once in a while then I wouldn't have called Lex. This wasn't about me. It was about the fucking pitiful state of our relationship. Fucking bitch. It was about something that I needed. Not some gall damned whim. Not just a fuck, but being desired by someone. A femme. I might have had to pay her, but if her pussy wasn't wet for me then I wouldn't fuck her, I wouldn’t even touch her.
I paced some more as I waited, my sexual tension building in anticipation of cumming, hard. My head pulled down by the weight of my cock. Yeah. I needed my burden lifted. I knew I could just go out and pick a girl up, but I didn't have the patience. Not on this night. And Lex's girls, they are pros. They know how to turn a Stud on, how to fuck one thoroughly. Yeah, this night I was going to let it all go and enjoy this one.
I heard a light rap on my door. I knew it was her. I took a deep breath. I opened the door. My eyes to the floor, I started at her heels, worked my way up, her legs were lean, obviously exercised. My eyes moved slowly, following the sexy curves of her form, up her front to her huge breasts. Nice. Better than nice, they were just the right size. Yeah. I settled my eyes on her face. Her eyes. She was beautiful, she was....
"What the fuck?" We both said it at the same time. Our eyes locked. Aghast and utter dismayed. " Alice?" I said incredulously.
"Oh my fucking...." Alice took off, stomping down the red lit hall. I shot after her. She was already at the elevator. Hitting the button, the doors opened but I grabbed her arm.
"Get your fucking ass back to my room, now!" She turned to face me, tears in her eyes. Tears from anger, not pain, I knew the difference. “I paid for your ass!! Get in my room NOW!" I said in the sternness of voices. Someone approached the elevator. They saw me and my obvious cock, and then looked back up at me. Alice relented, but only to send the curious woman on her way. I had her by her elbow, guided her back towards my room. She pulled herself free, stomped ahead of me.
For a moment there was silence. A calm before a storm gathers, there is silence. Just as the general gives his orders to send men to kill and be killed, there is silence. Just as someone passes into death, there is silence. My heart pounded in my chest. "Jesus fucking Christ! You're a fucking whore! A fucking whore! My girlfriend is a fucking whore! Jesus fucking... my girlfriend, who hasn't fucked me in weeks, is selling her hole to others!!" I had to say it aloud to let it register in my mind. Diseases, deadly nasty fucking diseases appeared in my mind. Thunder rolled. Violence rose up inside me from its dark little crevasse. "You could have a fucking disease!!!" I moved towards her. I had no idea of what my intentions were, but my body tensed, ready to pounce, to inflict harm.
Alice moved backward, away from me as slowly as I moved towards her. She knew she was in danger. She had never seen violence take my face before, but she knew it instinctively, as all souls do when they see their attacker. "I don't have a disease. I don't fuck men. Only boi's and other women." She said, her voice in a pitch of panic. This didn't comfort me. "How long? How fucking long have you been..."
"I haven't fucked anyone since we got together." My eyes penetrated her eyes. She wasn't lying. Violence eased back into its dark hiding place. I didn't want to harm her and I didn't want to argue. What did I want? I turned from her, trying to regain my composure. I didn't want to be here with her. Not her. Not as my whore. What did I want? I wanted to fuck. But she was a whore. She was here to fuck.
"Take your clothes off." I command.
"Fuck you Jay!"
"No. Fuck no! I'm here to fuck. You're here to fuck. I PAID to fuck you. We're going to fuck." My voice was strong and cold with deliberation. "You won't give it up at home, but you'll give it up for…, what’s your cut Alice?" She eyed me coolly. I hopped onto the bed. Pushed some pillows behind my back. I unbuckled my belt, opened my pants and pulled my long thick cock out. I stroked my cock slowly. "Take your clothes off and suck my cock." Our eyes were connected by an invisible tether. "You're a £1000 whore. Lex said you'd be wet to fuck a boi. Are you wet? Here's your boi." I continued stroking my cock, slowly. "Suck my cock like the pro you are... put the money where your mouth is. Pay up...... whore."
A line had been drawn in the sand. But it wasn't a line any longer. It was a gully. We were up to it neck deep. From the moment I opened the door everything changed in our relationship. The very existence of our relationship was now muddled in a gully. Innocence. Love. Respect. Trust. Sex. Communication. Time. Memories. Pain. Betrayal. All of it - and more - swirled before us. A whirlpool of quicksand. Sink or swim time.
Alice's eyes squinted a bit. "You're not innocent either Jay." I laughed.
"No. I'm not and neither are you. But we're both here aren't we? I paid for your services. Now serve it up!" My hand tightened around the head of my cock. "Take your clothes off and suck my cock." Alice's eyes closed. She reached around her back and started unzipping her dress. She let it fall to the floor. She then unfastened her bra and slid her panties down past her heels. "Leave your heels on." She stared at me. Then fixed her eyes on my cock.
She crawled onto the bed, her hand went to take my cock. I jerked it away from her. "No. No hands, only your mouth." Her eyes glared into mine, speaking of the loathing she felt for me. "You'll suck all of it too. All the way down the shaft, not any of that half way shit." I spread my legs a bit and dropped my cock. The weight of it made it bounce, fall forward crudely. Alice had to lower herself considerably to take it with her lips. She had to work to get her lips around it. She had to relax her mouth to take it all in. She had to swallow it to get it all the way down. I could feel her throat work it in. Bright red lipstick smeared my cock as her lips stretched with each stroke. Her lips went all the way down to the base, much lower than she had ever gone before with me. Desire and the need took anger's place. My hands went to her head and I pushed her mouth down my cock. Faster. Faster. I knew it hurt her. I pushed my hips up into her and came. Sweet release, that wasn't quite sweet. "Put your fingers in your pussy, deep in your hole." She rose up to her knees. Her eyes closed. She put two fingers inside of herself. "Fuck yourself." I got up and pulled my pants off, took all of my clothes off. "How wet are you Alice?" I removed her hand and placed two fingers inside of her. She was wet, but not wet enough. "Resume fucking yourself." She gave me a quick look but complied.
I went to my overnight bag and got my lube. I stood at her side. I watched as she worked herself up. "I want you really wet, wet for your boi, your paying boi." Her eyes flashed in anger but she didn't look at me. I lubed a finger. I placed my finger against her asshole as she closed her eyes. I gently played with her ass. I finally pushed my finger inside of her, applying more lube. I worked my finger into her as she worked her own pussy. "How about two fingers in that sweet ass?" She remained silent. "Say yes, say it for your boi."
"Put two fingers in me Jay." Her voice was cold, but hints of her need betrayed her. I smiled slyly.
"Put two fingers where... whore?" My voice was cold, hints of anger edging in.
"Put two fingers in my ass Jay." Her breathing picked up slightly. I lubed another finger and eased it in. She moaned breathlessly.
"I think we should fill you up. Put three fingers in your pussy." She did as I demanded. Her moan was audible. "Don't cum Alice, I want you wet for my dick." She moaned again. I worked her ass a little faster and little harder. " Alice, ain't it funny how you're here with me? I mean, there's hundreds of thousands of people in this city. But my girlfriend, who is also a whore, ends up in my suite." My voice sharp as a dagger.
"Lex knew I quit for you. She must have set us up tonight." I said.
"So, what, you called her and told her you were back?!" Alice's face reddened. I fucked her ass harder with my fingers.
"Don't hurt me! You're guilty here too!" She said in fear. I controlled myself. I didn't want to injure her.
"See Alice, that's the difference. The difference between you and me is that you chose to leave me to find another person to fuck tonight. I chose to find another person to fuck tonight because you wouldn't let me fuck YOU." I pulled my fingers out of her and pushed her onto the bed, on her back. I moved on top of her, my cock between us. Eerie silence settled in the room. The gully had become a trench. We were in the trenches. We would either be swallowed whole or we would dig ourselves out, the lines were blurred. We were in new territory. I shoved my cock into her hole. The invisible tether locked our eyes again. I started pumping her pussy. Alice locked her legs around me. Our hips grinded, bucking wildly. Her hands gripped my shoulders. We fucked each other like animals. The outcome would either be survival or death. Which one we were striving for neither of us knew.
I grip her, tight. Long hard drives. In and out. Fucking her. Fucking her harder, deeper than ever before. The intensity of it brings her to an orgasm quickly. I feel her tighten around my cock and just thrust harder in soaking wet pussy. Driving into her. "Your pussy is mine bitch. No one else. Hear me???" Our bodies moving in opposite directions before returning together. Fucking hard on this worn bed. Knowing that the base is pressing, hitting her clit and that she would cum again soon. She’s biting me as her approaching orgasm brings us momentary madness of its impending release.
We were in continual motion; the journey was a long one, the longest of my life. Over and over we pushed into each other. Deeper and deeper I drove myself into her. Sweat dripped. Juices gathered. We didn't stop. We couldn't stop. Our eyes locked, bodies connected. Anger from the pain of betrayal behind each thrust. Lust in each breath. Innocence, love, respect, trust, communication, memories quivered in the air and swirled around us. Suddenly I was in an abyss. Falling. Falling. Cumming. Cumming. So hard, so hard my body shook like it had never before. Her nails dug into my flesh. Fear, pain, betrayal bruised me, tore me apart, ripped at my heart. Tears fell. Sounds escaped from both of us, heard by neither. I landed on top of her. Trembling. My sweat and my tears mixing with hers. We both wept. We were awash within our own fluids, cleansing the grime of time. The quicksand receded, forced away by our struggle, the ripples of our act. An act of desperation, desire, need, betrayal and pain, of love.
Alice and I didn't move for a long time. I stayed on top of her, my cock buried inside her sweet flesh. Her legs around me, her arms holding me to her as we both fell into the abyss, as we landed. We didn't hold back in our lust, our pain or our love that night. We survived the trenches, the abyss - together. My night with the whore did more than get me off. The whore and I took a journey through time and space and together we found the true treasure, Love. Healing took time, but we had a new starting point and firm ground to start from. She was well worth the £1000. No, she was Priceless.