A Day In The Life Of A Hooker: Part 1

by Anonymous

The elevator became stationary on the sixth floor of the Council estate.

I stepped out in my four inch heels and oversized dark coat, before walking down the hall to number ‘69.’

I sighed deeply and knocked on the door, waiting for an answer.

The man behind was wearing a white vest that was visibly too small for him. His belly protruded from underneath. His lower half was covered by joggers that were stained and washed out.

But what caught my attention was the half empty beer bottle in his left hand.

He leaned into the door while taking in the image of me. The gaze of his red-rimmed eyes was constricted by strands of greasy grey hair that stuck to his forehead.

I boggled to myself.

This man was at least twenty years my senior.

He took one last swig of the bottle and placed it on his coat stand.

“Young Sapphire, is it?” he slurred.

“Yes,” I said as I held out a hand. “You must be Frank. It’s lovely to meet you.”

He chuckled, “There’s no need for formalities. Come here.”

He grabbed hold of my hand and crushed me into a bear hug. Even though I was wearing heels, he was taller than me. My head rested below his shoulders, and I was uncomfortably overwhelmed by the stench of both alcohol and sweat.

I felt the bulge between his legs rub against my stomach, and hummed appreciatively.

Frank was the first to pull away, but we were still within arms’ length.

“You better get inside. My neighbours might enjoy the image of us fucking out here. But you certainly won’t.”

I was concerned by the outburst of his bluntness, but followed him inside regardless.

He closed the door with a bang and locked it for good measure.

“I’ve never shied away from public display,” I said with a wink. “Perhaps another time.”

Frank smirked, “you’ve had sex in public?”

“Many times: restrooms, changing cubicles and the cinema.”

“Damn, that’s hot.”

“Yep,” I said, accentuating the ‘p’ sound.

Frank nodded and stumbled into the living room as I followed behind him.

“So, would you like a drink? I’ve had two. Maybe three. I’ve lost count.”

I regarded the bottle of Chardonnay on the coffee table, but shook my head.

One of us had to remain sober.

Instead, I undid the buttons of my coat while his back was towards me.

“Well?” he questioned while he turned around.

All the buttons were undone, and Frank was staring at the feeble material of my transparent white chemise.

He was practically eye-fucking me.

“No formalities, right?” I asked with a devious smile.

Frank walked steadily towards me with determination, grabbed my waist and marched us back out into the hallway.

He slammed me against the wall and bought his lips down to mine. We made out for a few minutes, ravishing each other. My arms went to his neck as he dug his fingers into my hip bone, asserting dominance.

He began dry humping me, rubbing his lower half erratically against mine. I felt trapped between the softness of his body and the hard wall. I reveled at the growth of his erection with the friction created.

He pried open my mouth and inserted his tongue, stroking my own sensually.

Frank’s hand moved from my hip, and he started fondling my breasts through the lacy material.

He broke away from the kiss and left sloppy trails down my neck.

When he reached my shoulder, he peppered the area with several kisses.

“What perfume are you wearing?” he asked.

“‘Sex bomb.’ It’s from ‘Victoria’s Secret,’” I replied breathlessly.

“‘Sex bomb?’ Suits you perfectly,” he said with a laugh.

I moaned as he aggressively groped my arse, and bit down on my shoulder.

He nipped the area as I grasped the hardon underneath his joggers.

“Feel it? That’s how crazy you make me.”

“Let’s take this to your bedroom,” I suggested.

“Are you sure?” he said as he pulled away reluctantly.

Our eyes locked and I nodded.

I yelped as he grabbed the back of my thighs and lifted, so I could wrap my legs around him. The tip of his cock was in line with my opening, and I silently cursed because we hadn’t rid our clothing earlier.

Frank hummed as I licked his neck while he carried me down the narrow hallway.

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