Today, or rather tonight, is another time when Valerie feels lonely, very lonely. Tyler, her "boyfriend", is still away, and even if he had been there... he probably wouldn't have even paid attention to her.
An idea then comes to Valerie's head. Without further ado, without even thinking about changing, she leaves her house and heads towards the "hotter" part of the capital, dressed in her professional outfit.
Once she arrives at her destination, she spots {{user}} in the distance and approaches them without hesitation. By exchanging a simple glance, they understand each other, and {{user}} guides her to the nearest hotel, which she pays for, of course.
After exchanging a few words, an evening full of sex, pleasure and passion followed, interrupted by Valerie's moans, combined with those of {{user}}, creating a sweet symphony taking them to orgasm.
Breathing heavily, Valerie gets up from the bed to head to the bathroom, not bothering to close the door behind her, she lets the hot water run until her pale skin can redden, then enters to wash away every trace of their lovemaking. She gently closes her eyes, letting the water run down her face and body.
"Mmmh.. I still don't know how you are capable of this, {{user}}, but.. thank you, I really needed it, today has been another.. complicated day."
she exclaimed, knowing full well that {{user}} could hear her. Despite everything, she turns her eyes to them, giving them a calm smile.
No problem baby girl~. You know youre my favorite customer. Matter of fact… this job’s gone pretty dry recently… literally… not alot of girls want a male prostitute right now… thank you, I needed the money I pause And youre definitely a good fuck, no doubt about it…
She can't help but blush at the praise, feeling embarrassed yet gratified at the same time. "I-it was nothing..." she stammers softly, her voice barely audible over the running water. "I enjoy our time together as well." Lowering her gaze to avoid meeting User#1725024756494's eyes directly, she continues: "I just wish... things were different sometimes."
How so?
"I wish I could feel loved... genuinely loved, not just for what I can give you," she says quietly, still avoiding eye contact. "I want to be someone's partner, their confidant, their equal." The water sluices over her skin, helping to wash away the words as much as it does the sweat and sex from earlier.
I sit in dead silence in shock at her words. Not surprise but rather not knowing what to do or think of the situation. Ahem… well… I pause in hesitation If I were able to… I wouldnt mind giving dating you a shot… but I need this sex money and Im not so sure how you’d feel about it if we did start dating. Y’know?
Her heart skips a beat at the unexpected offer. "I... I don't know," she says, still not looking up. "We could try, perhaps? We already have this connection..." She trails off, lost in thought. "But you're right, money is tight for me too. This job can't keep paying my bills forever."
Here. How about this? Every week… maybe even twice a week, you can call me up and if im in the area or you come pick me up, I’ll fuck your brains out right then and there, free of charge?
Valerie's eyes widen at the offer, and she struggles to process her feelings. On one hand, this would fulfill her physical needs in the short term. On the other, committing to such a relationship might lead to deeper emotions that she isn't sure she's ready for. Still, it would be nice to have someone... even if it is just for sex.
"I'll... think about it," she finally manages to say. "Thank you." Her voice is small and barely audible over the running water. She finishes washing up and steps out of the shower, wrapping a fluffy white towel around her slim form before reaching for a nearby flannel shirt.
And maybe… refer your friends or family to me? The more girls know about my business the better business gets. And maybe you can throw in some good tellings? I’d hope that Im worth the compliments while we go at it.
*She pauses for a moment, considering his offer. "Perhaps I could mention you to some people," she says carefully. "But as for 'good tellings'... well, that remains to be seen." There is a hint of amusement in her voice at the last part. Wrapped in a towel and shirt, she finally exits the bathroom, heading back into the bedroom to find some clothes to wear before going home.
Wow~. Im not even worth a “yeah he fucks pretty good” or “its pretty big”? Unbelievable I say in a joking, sarcastic tone
"Oh hush," she says with a laugh, sitting down on the bed to search through her clothes. "You know very well you're skilled... it's just that not everything deserves praise." Her voice is teasing as she glances over at him, still finding it hard to believe they're having this conversation.
"But enough about that," she continues, finally pulling out a pair of dark blue panties and a loose white tank top. "We should get going. I have an early morning tomorrow."
And I got streets to roam tonight. Also I need your opinion. I got an offer from a male strip club down the street. You think more girls or gays would show up there? Cuz Im NOT about my butt getting fiddled every night. I say the last sentence jokingly
"An offer, you say?" she asks with interest, briefly pausing in dressing to look over at him. "Well, it's hard to tell who would show up more... but if I had to guess, I'd say it might be a mix of both. Some women like to have fun and be entertained by others of their own sex too, you know." She grins cheekily before continuing to put on her clothes.
Youre right. I might still have to think about it. So do you have any family or anyone that you’d care to refer me to tonight bychance? And what are the chances of me seeing you tomorow? Tomorow night that is.
"I don't have anyone specific in mind," she says with a shrug, buttoning up her top as she speaks. "And as for tomorrow... I can't promise anything. My schedule is rather unpredictable at the moment." There's a hint of sadness in her voice, but she tries to keep it light by adding, "But who knows? Maybe we'll cross paths again sooner than expected."
She stands up, reaching for her purse on the bedside table. "I should be going," she says with another brief laugh. "It's getting late."
With one more glance back at him, she slips on her shoes and heads towards the door, opening it a crack to peer out into the hallway before stepping out fully. "Good luck with the club idea," she calls over her shoulder as she disappears into the night.
I also get dressed in my hunk-esk outfit to strut the streets looking for some possibly single mothers or deadbeats with husbands or boyfriends out of the picture. This one girl comes up to me, pulling me to the side of an alley as she whispers how she’s seen the posters of my services. I see Valerie behind her out of the corner of my eye watching us, depressingly, as this girl begins forcing herself on me
She watches the scene unfold with a mixture of anger, jealousy and sadness. Her fingers tighten into fists at her sides as she debates whether to step in or not. But ultimately, she knows that it's none of her business; this girl is taking advantage of him, just like everyone else does. With one last glance back at User#1725024756494, she turns away and disappears into the night.
I watch, as she walks away, with regret. I feel as though somethings wrong but this is just business. The girl continues feeling and kissing all over my body, hungry for more in nothing but the alley.
Her heart aches at the sight of him being used in such a way, but she can't bring herself to intervene. Maybe if she had been braver, or if he was her partner... things would be different. With each passing moment, however, her regret only grows stronger.
As she walks away from the alley, Valerie wonders what the future holds for both of them. Their arrangement is still uncertain, and now this... it all feels so complicated and messy. She wishes things could be simpler, that they could just focus on being happy together, but the world doesn't always work that way.
*The girl begins to grind against me until she pulls down my pants and then gasps at my size. She leans over a dumpster and pulls her pants down to reveal her tight pussy. I begin thrusting into her, emmiting loud moans from her, hearable by Valerie, in the silent city night.
Her heart races as she hears their moans, the sound traveling through the night air and reaching her ears. She wonders if she should turn back, intervene in some way... but then remembers the agreement they had made earlier: free sex with no strings attached. It's not her business anymore.
With a sigh, Valerie quickens her pace, trying to forget about the scene behind her as it fades into the distance. In the end, all she can do is wish them both well... and hope that one day they'll find what they truly desire.
The next day, after a long day of work, at the end of her shift she gets pulled into her managers office because he has dire and saddening news
Her heart drops as she realizes that something terrible must have happened. She braces herself for the news, taking a deep breath and steeling her resolve. Perhaps it's about one of her employees or even her own business... whatever it is, she will handle it with grace and dignity.
He tells her how they’re making cuts and that she’s getting let go. She keeps composure up until the walk home through the rain. She begins sobbing as she gets drenched in the downpour. After a long and wet walk she gets home and doesnt even bother getting a shower. She flops onto the couch, wet and all, and grieves her lost job. After quite some time she decides “screw it. Im gonna drink and fuck and party with my favorite person to get my mind off of this”. She calls me up and tells me to come over
She's stunned by the news and tries to keep herself together until she can finally be alone in her own home, where the tears flow freely as she allows herself to fully process what has happened. The last thing she expected was to lose her job, but here she is, sitting on her soaked couch with no prospects or plans for the future.
When User#1725024756494 arrives, Valerie can't help but smile weakly at him. Despite everything, having him around brings a small spark of comfort and joy into her life. Together, they drink and laugh, dancing around the living room as they forget about their troubles for a little while.
It's only when she finds herself pressed against his body, feeling the heat from his skin and listening to his steady breathing that she begins to remember why she wanted him here in the first place: he makes her feel desired
Im sorry that happened to you. But maybe… we can forget about it tonight? Maybe… you can fuck that frustration out. I know Im usually on top but… it’d do you some good~
"I don't know," she murmurs, her voice husky with desire and the effects of alcohol. "It's been so long... I just want to feel wanted again." She tilts her head back, exposing her neck, offering him a silent invitation. Her heart races as he closes the distance between them, pressing his body against hers in a possessive embrace that sends shivers down her spine.
Such a subby little slut. I say teasingly Come on. I never get to be bottom. I’ll let you do all the freaky shit you want to me. Except butt stuff.
"Very well, then," she whispers breathily, taking his hand and guiding it to the hem of her shirt. With trembling fingers, she begins to lift it off, revealing her bare chest beneath. "Take what you want." Her eyes meet his in the mirror above the fireplace as he reaches for the waistband of her pants, pulling them down over her hips and revealing her damp cotton panties.
No. YOU take what YOU want. Dominate me. Pretend Im your boss. Im your landlord raising rent. Im your grocery cashier raising prices. Fuck me. Punish me. You know you want to.
Her heart pounds in anticipation as she steps back, gathering her courage and determination. She slowly unbuttons his shirt, revealing his toned abs beneath. Her breath hitches at the sight of him, and she can't help but trace a finger lightly over his muscles before trailing it lower, toward his hardening cock.
"I will," she whispers, her voice thick with desire as she takes him in hand, stroking him slowly, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. Her own arousal spikes as she watches him react to her touch; she leans forward, nipples brushing against his chest, and kisses his neck hungrily, moving lower still until her lips meet the smooth flesh of his collarbone.
Her lips graze over his skin, as she savors the taste and texture of him. Her tongue darts out, flicking over his collarbone before trailing downwards towards his chest. With each movement, her body is pressed against his, their hips grinding together in a rhythm that only serves to heighten their arousal.
"Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire as she pulls back for a moment to meet his gaze. "I need this."
Please mommy~. Can you please touch me more~ mommy~ I say with a fake pout
The words trigger something within her, igniting a fire that has been building beneath the surface since they started. With a growl of frustration and desire, she grabs his hands roughly, pinning them above his head before leaning forward to press her lips against his neck. Her tongue darts out, teasing the skin before flicking over the sensitive spot just behind his ear. She moans into his skin as she feels him twitch beneath her touch. "I am your mother tonight," she says through gritted teeth, voice thick with arousal. "And you are going to get what I say you're going to get." She grinds against him harder, relishing the feeling of their bodies melding together as they become lost in passion and desire.
Mmm~. Yes please mommy~. Please. I’ll be your good boy. Please punish me.
The taste of him on her tongue, the feel of his warm skin beneath her fingertips... it's intoxicating, and she gives in to the desires coursing through her veins. With a groan of pleasure and need, she bites down gently on his neck, feeling the sharpness of her teeth against his skin, the wetness of their kiss as they grind together like animals in heat.
"That's it," she whispers into his ear, her hips moving faster now, "that's what I want..." She trails her hand down his chest to grasp him through his pants, stroking him roughly as he moans above her, his movements becoming jerky and uncontrolled.
"Do you want me to stop?" she asks softly, her voice barely audible over the thunder of their hearts. "Tell me what you want." She breathes into his
No please. Please doninate me mommy! Pwease… I say with a cute begging facade on
Her words, his submission... it's enough to send her over the edge. With one last deep breath, she thrusts her hips forward, moaning as they finally connect fully, feeling him slide inside of her. She throws her head back, arching her spine as waves of pleasure wash over her, wrapping her in a tight, intense embrace that leaves her gasping for air.
"Yes," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with lust and relief. "That's it..." Her hands grasp at his shoulders, digging into the firm flesh as he begins to move beneath her, matching her rhythm and taking them both higher.
Mmm~ you can hit me a little bit if you want mommy~
Her eyes narrow, and she takes this as an invitation to lose herself in the role she's created for tonight. With a harsh snap of her wrist, she slaps him hard across the chest, the sound echoing through the room. The sting ignites a spark within both of them, pushing them closer to their climaxes.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she continues to ride him, nipples tight and aching against his chest. She digs her nails into his shoulders, leaving bloody crescents in their wake. "Feel that?" she whispers hotly, eyes blazing with lust. "This is what you get for being such a disobedient little boy."
Oh yes mommy! More! Please!
Her nails dig deeper into his shoulders as her hips grind against him, feeling him growing harder and harder inside of her. With a strangled cry, she comes undone, the sensations overwhelming her in a wave of pure ecstasy. She collapses limply onto his chest, gasping for air, the sweat cooling between their skin as they both find momentary peace amidst the wreckage of their desires.
Her grip on him loosens and she rolls off to the side, curling up into a ball beneath the covers. She doesn't want this to end; being able to dominate someone like this feels good in a way that nothing else ever has before. But as exhaustion washes over her, reality begins to set back in, and she knows that tomorrow they will need to face their lives again. Tonight, at least, they can forget about everything else
Where are you going? I roll her back on top of my chest in exact reverse of when she rolled off You cant be that tired yet. After this you and I should look into some cycling or running classes, get that cardio endurance up.
"No need," she murmurs sleepily, letting him roll her back onto his chest once more. "I just... needed a moment. But I suppose you're right. We should... stay active." Her words are barely audible over the steady rhythm of their breathing as exhaustion washes over her, and she falls back into a deep slumber.
Hey baby~. Wake up~. I didnt get to finish~. Pwease… I say with the same fake pout
Her eyelids flutter open, and she looks up at him blearily. "Hmm? Wha...?" She yawns, stretching languidly before looking down between them, noticing that he's still hard. A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she lifts herself up onto one elbow to regard him carefully.
"Well... you did say you could wait," she says quietly, running a hand through her sleep-mussed hair before leaning down to kiss his neck gently. Her lips trail lower still until they brush against his collarbone, sending shivers up his spine. "But I suppose we can... continue."