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As any gentleman would you drifted off to a dead sleep after forcing your semen into the cunt that you paid for. I laid there, watching you sleep. You breaths coming in a relaxed cadence that made me feel rewarded for a job well done.

I had always taken my job seriously–and I do mean my prostitution job. I always prided myself in giving the client exactly what he was paying me for. I never hesitated to use condoms though–but with you this was different.

Your seed pooled around the opening of my vagina. I reached down and slid my long, slender fingers into my cunt. I watched you sleep. I pushed some of your amoral seed up my asshole. I finger fucked myself, I came on my fingers. I realized in that moment I was very fucking horny. Even though I wanted to fuck you, I knew that I would be fucked harder, better, longer and faster if I made you pay for it. So I slipped out of the bed, and took a shower–cleaning myself up with your wife’s body wash and shampoo.

I slipped into her closet and thumbed through her expensive things. I had to dig deep but it was there–as if she KNEW you. An outfit befitting a woman like me. An outfit befitting anal prostitute phone sex. Continue reading