Chapter 2

Rose sat on the edge of the bed and lay back, putting her heels up on the bed spread wide apart. I moved in between those spread legs and got into position for some serious pussy eating.

Rose kept her pussy shaved bare. “I love to be eaten out and most of my men friends like eating my pussy because I always give them plenty of pussy juice. Keeping it shaved encourages them because they don’t have to worry about spitting hairs out. Plus, I like the way it feels against my panties ... it makes me feel sexy,” she said.

Somehow I doubted that Rose needed help feeling sexy, but if she liked it and her men friends did too, what’s the harm?

Using my thumbs to pull her swollen pussy lips apart, I peered into her sweet, pink depths. The sight of her walls dripping with honey like a freshly opened honeycomb coupled with the warm, mouth-watering aroma of her pussy ... I could hardly keep from wanting to dive right into that heaven and taking up residence!

“Oh fuck Charlie!” Rose gasped as I showed her she wasn’t the only “pro” here! My mouth latched onto her pussy like it was glued there and my tongue pushed deep into her sweet hole to begin it’s reconnaissance of this unexplored but very promising new territory.

Rose told me she loved to be eaten out, but what I hadn’t told her was that eating a sweet ripe peach like hers was one of my favorite activities ... and tonight I was ravenous!

I’d had a number of ladyfriends in my sexual “career” to date and each of them loved when I went down on them. I had learned new and ever more effective techniques and methods of enjoying this tastiest part of a woman until by the time I met Rose I was a self-professed expert at eating pussy. Now with Rose on her back, her legs spread and me firmly planted between them, she was helpless to resist the onslaught I was bringing forth upon her.

“Oh God! Oh fuck, yes! Yes, right there baby, lick me right there! Oh, shit! shit! shit!” she moaned, twisting and writhing as I devoured her.

One of my favorite tricks was to fingerfuck my lady while my mouth and tongue work her clit over. It never fails to bring the recipient to a screaming orgasm. I wanted Rose to scream. My mouth moved up to her sensitive little man and, using her piercing as a means to hold her in place, my teeth gently closed around the nub and it’s piercing.

Then my tongue went to work, rubbing and swirling around her tiny clit. I introduced two fingers into her pussy, curling them around her pubic bone and locating that elusive g-spot. Once my fingers began rapidly plunging in and out of her, I knew she wouldn’t last very long.

“Oh fuck, Charlie! Ohhh...” she moaned. I looked up to see Rose, her head whipping back and forth her hands tugging at her tits like she wanted to rip them off her chest. She was having a hell of a time!

After a couple more minutes of this delirious torment, I saw Rose’s legs begin quivering, then shaking more violently. I knew that she was dancing on the knife edge of her orgasm. I gave her a little push. My fingers slipped from her pussy and wet with her slippery juice I pushed my index finger into her ass up to the first knuckle.

That was all she needed.

“OHHH FUUUCK, CHAAARLEEE!” she screamed as she burst, her orgasm slamming into her full force.

Now I knew she was a prostitute and she got paid to make men’s fantasies come true if only for a short time. I also knew that “faking it” was standard procedure and a client should know that the girl doesn’t always cum like it would seem. But I also know that when a girl squirts, it’s a pretty damn good indication she isn’t faking. And Rose was like a broken water main!

Between Rose making it rain indoors and her flopping around like a catfish in a wet sack, there was no doubt in my mind that she had just had a solid hard orgasm. That was good. I could relax now knowing that whatever else happened tonight, I was able to get her off at least once ... and more if I could swing it!

But this first orgasm wasn’t over yet – I licked and lapped up the copious juices she offered me and that made her orgasm last longer and grow in intensity as well. Rose was thrashing around trying to back away from me and pushing on my head trying to get away from that tongue of mine. Finally she could take no more.

“Charlie! Please, baby, please! I can’t ... I can’t breathe, baby! Please stop!”

I backed off and let her orgasm run its course after that. I sat there in front of her watching her and watching over her. She lie there in the bed drenched in sweat and her own pussy juices panting like a winded dog.

It took her about five minutes I guess before she was able to sit up and talk again. “Oh Charlie! Baby that was amazing. I don’t often get to really cum – most of the time I just huff and puff and say stuff so that my guy thinks he’s God’s gift to women. But as you can see, that isn’t the case with you! Thank you baby!” she said, leaning over and kissing me.

After our kiss, I stood up “Now get up on the bed and get ready for the main course!” I said. Rose smiled broadly and scooted up into position in the middle of the bed. She propped her head up a little watching with interest as I proceeded to get undressed. She smiled as my pants went down seeing the bulge she had felt earlier become much more pronounced in just my boxers now.

When I pulled my boxers down she got the full effect of my almost eight inch cock, standing tall and proud and throbbing with eager anticipation.

“Oh Charlie...” she moaned hungrily.

“See something you like, do you hon?” I asked teasingly.

“Mmmhmm. Now why don’t you bring that fat, delicious-looking cock over here so Rose can try it out.”

I crawled into bed and straight into Rose’s open arms. Once there I pinned my tattooed whore to the bed with a kiss she wouldn’t soon forget!

I love kissing – almost as much as I love eating pussy – and Rose proved to be quite a good kisser in her own right. I don’t think she gets a lot of time practicing her kissing though, because when I finished kissing her she came up gasping like she had just dove a little too deep into the water and nearly run out of air!

“Damn Charlie!” she gasped, “You sure are good with your mouth! You are a great kisser and amazing pussy eater ... if you are as good with your cock as you are with your mouth, I’m going have a real good time here tonight!”

“Well, I know how you can find out real quick...” I said with a sly smile.

I raised up a bit supporting myself over her with my arms while she took my cock in hand and guided it to where she wanted it. She rubbed the tip up and down her very wet slit and cooed happily as I pushed apart her pussy lips and teased her entrance. When she felt I was lubed enough with her slippery juices she pulled me to her.

“Okay, Charlie, now fuck me hard and deep baby. Fuck me like a dirty whore should be fucked. And don’t worry ... I’m unbreakable!” she said.

I looked down at Rose. She was smiling and eager for this. It struck me funny at the moment that a woman in her line of work would be smiling and happy to be in bed with a man who was paying for the pleasure of her company. I mean she should be lackadaisical and indifferent ... almost bored. She should be thinking about what to make for dinner and about how much more she’ll need to make to pay the rent. But Rose seemed actually happy to be in my hotel room in bed with me. It was nice, if a bit puzzling to me.

But she had asked me to fuck her hard and I was more than willing to accomodate her. “Okay, Rose, honey, here I go,” I said and I slammed my full length into her in one swift, hard thrust. I sank all the way down into her warm, wet sheath until our hips slapped together and my nuts smacked her ass.

“Oh fuck Charlie!” she cried out as much from surprise as from pleasure. As soon as I felt my nuts touch her ass I started pulling back until the head of my cock was all that was left inside her. I immediately shoved back down without pausing for a moment between.

I began pumping in and out of her, each thrust full-length and hard. I don’t remember ever fucking one of my ladyfriends with such force and intensity. But Rose loved every moment of it, even encouraging me to go harder and faster!

“Oh God yes, lover! Oh fuck, Charlie, your cock feels soo good in my whore pussy! Yes, give me all of that fat cock! I love it! Give it to me, baby, fuck me! Fuck me, Charlie!” she cried.

I pounded her pussy like I was tenderizing a cube steak. Rose’s pussy was amazing. You would think being a “party girl” her pussy would be so loose it would be like parking a golf cart in a gymnasium. But that wasn’t the case at all. Rose’s pussy was just as warm and tight as any of my previous girlfriends and tighter than some of them. She felt wonderful wrapped around my cock.

“Damn Rose, honey, your pussy hugs my cock so tight, I could stay here forever, baby.”

“Mmm, I’d like that!” she said as I plunged into her again.

We must have fucked for a good thirty minutes. During that time I made Rose cum once more before I felt my own orgasm coming on strong.