George
I wasn't really sure what I was doing, as the alcohol was starting to wear off and I was already starting to regret offering her a place to stay. Ah well, she’s hot and will do anything that I ask. This could be a fun end to the night. I thought it might be hot to fuck her out on the streets, or in the elevator, but the musty smell of her clothes was too much of a turn off. A good wash was what she needed, to wipe the dirt from that beautiful face.
That beautiful face. How did it end up on the streets? I still needed to know the full story. I’d seen uglier models, and a face like that could get a job anywhere. It was somebody’s loss, but it was definitely my gain for tonight. I heard the shower stop, and the blood started flowing to my cock gradually in anticipation. I poured myself a glass of wine and took a few sips in order to stop that slightly nauseous feeling you get after you’ve stopped drinking alcohol for a while.
I opened the door to the spare bedroom and there she was, towel wrapped around her, facing away from me. She turned around in an instant, in shock, almost as if I was a brother that had just walked in on her at home, but as soon as she turned around she seemed to realise that there was no need to be shocked; she must have been expecting this.
She had partially dried her long blonde hair and it fell back to just past her shoulders, just creeping over the towel that was covering her breasts and went all the way down to her knees.
“Take off the towel,” I said, and the command turned me on. I was in control, and I loved it.
She paused momentarily, almost as if to wonder if the better option was to pick up her clothes and get back onto the streets, but it clearly wasn’t. She unhooked the fold where she had tucked it in and let the towel fall to the floor, and stood there before me with her naked body.
It was pretty much a blank canvas, which made it all the more thrilling. It had been a while since I has sex with someone who wasn’t dressed up with make-up and the rest; this was real, and a little bit too real. There were no painted toes and nails, no finely trimmed eyebrows, and clearly no finely trimmed pubic hair. There were a few bruises on her body, nothing too severe, but there was only so much that the shower could wash off.
Her breasts were perfect, for me anyway: they were a beautiful handful that fit in with the rest of her slender figure. A gentle curve of her sides leading down over her hips. I approached her so I could get a touch, and noticed she smelt of nothing. I had plain soap and shampoo in the guest bedroom and the fresh smell of nothing almost felt like the finest perfume compared to what she'd previously smelt like. She seemed nervous, but that was natural; neither of us had ever done anything like this before, but only one of us was in control.
I went in for the kiss, but it wasn’t exactly the most romantic of moments. We didn’t have the freshest of breath and it was just a tentative one as both of us seemed unsure as to what we should be doing. She just stood there waiting to be used, not taking the lead.
Usually the women I was with were a lot more vivacious, but it didn’t seem like she knew what to do. I ran my left hand through the back of her hair and kissed her neck, hoping that she’d soon relax. My right hand was placed on the arch of her curve and when I brought my index finger around from the opening of her pussy and drew it all the way up to her clit, taking the wetness with it so I could give it a gentle massage, she finally let out a slight moan.
We were by the end of the bed and I sat down on it. “Get on your knees,” I said, commanding her to take her next action, which she seemed more than willing to do. It was fairly obvious what I was going to ask her to do next and she didn’t need any further prompts. She unbuckled my belt and undid the zip of my jeans, before drawing them and my underwear down to my ankles. I removed my top myself and threw it to the side of the room, and kicked my jeans in the same direction.
Here we were, two naked people. From the face of it this was a blank canvas, you couldn’t see who was rich and who was poor. On closer inspection, however, it would have been fairly obvious. Picking up this homeless girl was still a turn on, but the lack of cleanliness wasn’t. Her skin was too cold to touch. It was nice and warm in the room but it was as though her body was coming out of a deep thaw.
She looked at me with those beautiful eyes, almost as if she was going to ask for approval to put my cock in her mouth. She was hesitant to do anything. I wasn’t going to stop her so she went ahead, tentatively. She placed her hand around the base of my cock and slowly moved her mouth over the tip. Her skin may have been cold but the warmth of her mouth gave me a wave of pleasure throughout my body. She was slowly getting into it, but wouldn’t do much without direction, which was quite fun. “Lick it,” I said, and she duly obliged, taking her tongue from the base to the tip and back down again.
I wanted to be a little rough, but I thought anything too extreme may scare her. I grabbed the back of her hair to control the tempo of her mouth over my shaft and she seemed to enjoy it. I could have carried on happily like that until I came, but I was looking forward to fucking her.
“When was the last time you had sex?” I asked, a question that I probably should have asked earlier, but the answer was both welcome and surprising.
“Not for a few years,” she said.
I was enjoying the risqué nature of our liaison, but wanted to make sure I was safe from any diseases she may have picked up on the street; clearly I had no need to worry. No wonder she was so tentative, I thought, she could have only been in her early 20’s at the most, and she’s not had sex in a few years. It was a puzzle, but one I’d solve another time.
“Get up,” I commanded while I remained sat at the edge of the bed. My head was level with her lower torso and it gave me a close up look at her body.
“Turn around.”
I wanted to see her bare cheeks in front of me and I wasn’t disappointed, as it was exactly what I was expecting. A beautifully round, tight ass. I thought I’d give it a little bit of a slap to test the waters, and I spanked it with a firm palm, but nowhere close to full force. She let out a slight moan, which pleased me. It’s always more enjoyable when the second party is enjoying it. I had been slightly turned off by her earlier reluctance, but she seemed to be warming up.
“Lay down on the bed,” I said, issuing my next command.
“On my front or back?” Now I was starting to get even more turned on. She felt like my little play thing that I could do as I pleased to. If it wasn’t for the alcohol, I may have brought some of my toys into the equation, but I was looking for a hot, quick fuck.
“On your back,” I said.
She went and climbed onto the bed and looked a picture of beauty, especially with the city in the background. I kept getting glimpses of her perfection. This time it was in the reflection of the window, and I felt like I was a very lucky man getting this for free. She lay down there, waiting for my next move. I climbed over her and spread her legs apart.
The tip of my penis was hovering around her pussy as I got in close. We shared a moment of eye contact. She looked relaxed.
When I originally turned around on the street to make a deal, I thought this would be a hard and quick fuck with no emotion, but it was turning out to be quite the opposite. She also made a move for the first time in the love making.
She grabbed my cock in order to direct it into her pussy, before letting go when she knew it was positioned in the right spot. I gently pushed forward. At this moment I looked at her and she was looking straight back at me, sharing a moment. We continued with the eye contact as I pushed further. She was wet, but very tight, until with a little more pressure my cock slid into her pussy. She let out a moan and a big exhale of breath. I grabbed the base of her back for leverage as I pushed in my hips, making my cock go as deep as possible. She put her hands on my side as I worked up the momentum of my thrusts, as the friction between us eased and it became easier and easier.
It didn’t take long for the rhythm of the thrusts to be constant and fast. She seemed to be losing control of herself and her emotions; she was moaning louder and louder, but seemed to be fighting it.
“Don’t worry, no-one can hear.”
I said that as I got the impression that she wasn’t sure she should let herself go with the emotions, or whether it was acceptable to. I loved the fun I was having with her. I’d forgotten who she was, and I’m sure it must have been the same for her. In the moment it felt like this wasn’t a girl picked up off the street, and it felt a lot better than if she was a gold-digger picked up from a club—this felt real.
“Turn around,” I said.
I positioned her body into doggy-style and swiftly guided my cock into her pussy. She seemed to like this new instruction as her moans were growing louder and louder. My thrusts became hard and fast. The window in front almost acted like a mirror, which only added to the experience. I could see her face full of pleasure, eyes closed and in the moment.
In a moment of passion I grabbed the back of her hair as she arched her back, showing a great view of those perfect breasts in the reflection. The volume of her moans increased when I pulled her hair. I was reaching the moment of climax and put my hands back on her hips in order to maintain control. I pushed in for one last thrust as I reached orgasm. It felt like I had not cum that much in a long, long time.
Without saying a word I climbed off the bed, grabbed my clothes and left the room. I was euphoric and had never been turned on more in my life. As soon as the adrenalin left me, the tiredness hit and I headed for my bed. Happy with how my little fantasy had played out.