In the nineties, I carried on an erotic pen-pal correspondence with a woman who earned the name DG late in her high school years. She had fantasies of being turned out as a prostitute and liked having her breasts slapped. I wrote this for her.
This is my only story in first person present. I usually don’t like that, but it seems to work here. Enjoy. - Paddler
You and I are on the road, traveling across country. It's summer and hot, so even in the early morning you wear tight short shorts and a skimpy halter. High heels make you strut and tap as we enter a restaurant for an early breakfast. We're the first customers. The cook's on alone, and comes over to take our orders, ogling you and trying to get an angle where he can see down your cleavage.
You look at me to be sure I notice, then pull your shoulders back, leaning towards him to make sure he gets a good view. We hear his sharp intake of breath. He's quite distracted, and makes mistakes. Backing up to get the coffee without taking his eyes from your chest, he almost knocks the coffee machine over. We smile to each other and you slowly cross your legs.
The guy's hand shakes as he pours. "Do you find Lisa sexy?" I ask.
"Uh, yeah!" he says, embarrassed. "Excuse me miss, but you're something else!" You smile and fold your arms under your chest.
Casually, I say, "For these breakfasts and $150, she'll go into the back room and take care of you."
Flabbergasted, the waiter stammers, "R-r-really?"
You give him a big smile and say, "You can play with my tits and cum in my mouth or my cunt, whichever you want. What’s your name?"
"Oh, wow! Harry. But what about the rest of my customers?"
"I'll stay here and give them coffee and donuts or anything from the front," I offer. "I can tell them you had an accident and will be right out."
This makes it too easy for him. As he fumbles with his wallet, I tell him, "For an extra $25, you can slap and pinch her tits." Grinning, his pants already bulging, he hands me the $175.
It always makes you feel sexy and confident to give professional sex. You know how good and desirable you are. Taking Harry's hand, heels clicking and ass churning in your tight shorts, you stride through the kitchen door, leading him.
I'm left alone. A man comes in and sits at the counter. I give him coffee and take his order. "I'm sorry sir, it'll be a few minutes. The cook's busy in the back spilling something." Of course I mean he's spilling his cum into your body, but he just gives me a strange look and sips his coffee. A couple come in and I tell them the same thing, with a similar result. I stand there waiting, imagining what's happening between you and Harry.
You find a small office off the kitchen. There's a desk there, and you lean against it, lifting Harry's grasping hands to your breasts. He's about 40, but he acts like a little kid—too overexcited to have any technique. He squeezes your tits and tears at your halter. You help him, slipping the straps off your shoulders, letting the tiny garment fall, exposing your nipples at last.
Harry's beside himself. He's never had such a big, beautiful pair! Holding your nipples like handles, he buries his face in your cleavage, rocking his head from side to side, licking your breastflesh. His fingers dig in, just on the edge of pain for you, and the nipples expand and harden. You feel your cunt getting wet.
When Harry comes up for air, he leans back, holding your globes from beneath, getting a really good look. You smile, putting your arms behind your back to thrust your chest forward, giving him great value for his money.
"Can I really slap them?" he asks.
"You paid for the privilege."
At first, Harry's slaps are gentle, but as you continue to smile and offer yourself, he begins to hit moderately hard, making your jugs jiggle. "Wow, I never did this before. It's fun!" Harry says.
"Go ahead and hit as hard as you want. I can take it."
Harry slaps harder. You're definitely getting aroused by your power over him and by the delightful sting in your titties. Too soon for you, though, he stops slapping and leans forward to suck your nipples. He's regaining some control of himself, so he licks and sucks the most sensitive parts of your mounds nicely, biting a bit on the swollen buds. It feels good, and you moan and reach for his cock. He keeps tonguing and biting you as you undo his pants. His cock is hairy, with a big bulbous head and a rather short but thick shaft. It's already damp from precum, and more seeps out after you give him a few strokes. You know he's close to cumming, so you reach behind him and squeeze his asscheeks.
"Harry, you’re very excited, and I think you're going to cum soon," you tell him in your most detached, professional voice. "Would you like to cum in my mouth or my cunt?"
"Your cunt," he manages to mumble into your left tit.
"Alright, Harry.