“This certainly is a lot better than trying to poke you in the back of a car,” said John, the older, taller one.
They’d met as she was standing on a street corner at two in the morning on a Saturday night. The two men had rolled up next to her, the flirting started, and a minute later she was in the car necking with them.
It was her suggestion to go to a hotel because it was too cramped with three people trying to fuck in the back seat. She needed more space to “work her magic.”
“How much is this gonna cost us, Sweet Stuff?” asked Larry, the short, handsome one who wore his hair in a crew cut, which led the hooker to believe he was ex-military.
She touched his head and said, “It depends on what you want to do, Curly. A little head or a little tit?” she asked as she touched his chest.
He moved her pink leather jacket off her shoulders, revealing her ample tits that were snuggled nicely behind a black and white leopard skin bra shirt. He touched her soft tits, moved closer, and said, “I can go for that.”
She grabbed a handful of ass and said, “What about eight inches of tail?”
“Ooh baby,” moaned Larry.
John was behind her stroking the bulge in his pants. He motioned for her to turn around with his left hand as he was unzipping his pants with the other.
He said, “Why don’t we start with a little head and you just keep the meter running?”
The jacket was off and she was on her knees in seconds. “I’d like to work out the price first,” she said.
John said, “We’ll have all three meals (they wanted to fuck her in the mouth, pussy, and ass) and maybe something a little sweet and sticky for dessert (they wanted to give her a facial).”
John wanted to say more, but he had gotten his cock out and the hooker was slowly sliding it in and out of her mouth. His head fell back and he started moaning.
Larry filled in for him by saying, “And m... Les hele novellen
