I sat on the grimy floor of the motel room, my body aching from the night's events. Cum covered my face and tits, exposing the nature of how my last visit went. One of my eyes was stuck shut, and I could sense the last client was standing there looking down at me while I was trying to get my mind to engage.
I got on my knees and crawled to pick up the money before I stood up, moved to the nightstand, and put it in my purse.
My mouth was finally able to form words: “Give me a minute and I will freshen up for you.” I was embarrassed and looked down at the ground as I spoke.
"Leave it," he said, gesturing to the cum that coated my face and breasts. "I like seeing the evidence of your evening's work." His voice had sent shivers down my spine, a mix of fear and lust. His words were like a knife, carving into my conscience, opening me up to the reality of my situation.
I couldn't deny the thrill, the high I also felt as he lustfully looked at me. I felt like I had transformed tonight from a promiscuous good girl into something else. Different. I wiped the cum from the eye that was stuck closed and stood there in front of him.
He began to undress. He stood in the corner and stared at me as he undressed, his eyes watching every drip of cum as gravity slowly pulled it down my body.
“Lie down on your back,” he said as he folded his clothes and put them on the chair. I quickly complied, happy to be lying down and off my unstable legs. He knelt between them. “Spread wide for me.”
I spread my legs wide and closed my eyes. He ran his cock up between my labia and slowly pushed into me. My pussy held up no resistance as he easily entered me. He said nothing while he slowly fucked me. He was silent except for the occasional grunt. It was weird and nice considering how rough my night had gone. He started slow and steady. He was consistent with nice even strokes in and out, pushing himself into his balls before retreating.
Even in my exhausted state, I felt my body start to respond to the pleasure he was giving me. He kept up the steady fucking for what seemed like an eternity, and I began to purr with soft gasps as he gently manipulated my pussy. He was skilled at gentle lovemaking, and he felt so good, but I was tired, and he was not getting me any closer to another orgasm. He moved his hands to my tits, groping them despite them being covered in a strange man's cum. I felt his pace start to pick up as he gripped and groped my breasts.
He was happy taking his time fucking me like this for an eternity, and as much as my body was content and enjoying it, I began to feel bored. Then, without warning, he pulled out and stood up and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Get up here on your knees between my legs,” he said, looking down at me from the bed.
My whole body was heavy as I lifted myself off the floor and crawled between his legs.
“Sit up, back straight,” he commanded, and I wearily complied. “Scoot right up to me,” he motioned for me to come closer. He reached out and took my breasts in his hands, wrapping his cock with my tits.
It dawned on me what he wanted, and I put my hands on the side, holding his cock tight in the middle of my cleavage.
He let out a deep groan as he started to rock his hips forward, his cock sliding up and down between my breasts. The spent cum acted as a perverse lubricant. The sensation was oddly stimulating. I opened my mouth with my tongue out, grazing his cock slit as the head of his dick grazed my lips.
“MMMMM, suck the head,” he groaned.
I opened my lips and tilted my head further down to take him in my mouth. I sucked the head the best I could as it slipped in and out while he fucked my tits. I could taste myself and the cum of my last two customers on his cock; the combined scent of cum, sweat, and sex was intoxicating. He started to rock his hips faster and grabbed a fistful of my hair, holding my head straight to give his cock a better angle for my mouth. He continued to pump, his groans becoming louder until I felt him tense up. His hands had a tight grip on my hair, hurting my scalp cumming after a few more strokes.
The first squirt went into my unsuspecting mouth. The first shot was so powerful that it hit the back of the roof of my mouth. I was startled and moved my head, causing the second and third to hit my neck and run down my chest between my breasts. He pulled his cock free of my tits, stroking the last few spurts out and aiming them at my face.
He fell back on the bed, his cock deflating just inches from my face. “God, you have the biggest, softest tits I have ever fucked.”
I felt my face turn red as he leaned up on his elbows to look at me. “Thank you, I am glad you approve.”
“No, thank you. I'd better be going, or my wife will be wondering where I am.” He smiled at me and crawled out of the bed, picking up my tank top and wiping his sticky cock off with it before tossing it toward the trash can.
“What the fuck is with these guys and my clothes?” I thought as I watched my top hit the side of the trash can and fall to the floor.
I pulled myself up to the edge of the bed and watched him quickly get dressed. He didn’t say a word as he checked himself. I watched him in the mirror as he made himself presentable for his wife before heading out the door. I sat on the bed and looked at myself in the mirror. The cum was drying in the cool room and caused me to shiver as I stared at my reflection. The porno movie was still playing. I do not know if it was the same movie that David had started or if it was a new one. I watched the female star on the screen. She was enthusiastically taking a cock in her mouth, ass, and pussy. I felt a chill run through me as I saw myself in her place doing that. “Next time,” I said out loud to the empty room.
I leaned over and picked up my phone and saw that it was just after 1:00 am. “No wonder I felt so tired.” I forced myself to get to my feet. I stepped out of my heels and made my way to the bathroom. I turned on the water in the shower and waited for it to warm up before turning to get a better look at myself, and I looked horrible.
My makeup was smeared, my hair a mess. There were globs of drying cum all over my face and chest. My body ached, and it felt like I had run a marathon. My pussy and ass were sore and swollen, as were my lips. There were a few hickeys on my neck, and I could not even remember getting them.
Kaylee was looking at the mirror, but Jade was staring back. I looked like a whore, a cum-covered whore, a whore who had been used up and spat out, and I loved it. I was lost in thought and had not heard David enter the room, and I didn’t know he was there until he stepped behind me.
“How was your night, Jade?” he asked, running his hands gently across my lower back and ass.
I smiled at him. “It was amazing,” I said, looking at him in the mirror. “It was better than I imagined that it would be.” I started to turn around, but he held me in place, pushing my hips against the sink.
“Did you get any tips?” he asked as he ran his hand between my legs, urging me to spread them. I let out a soft moan and then gasped when his fingers brushed against my swollen clit.
“Yeah, some; I put the money in my purse,” I said, closing my eyes and spreading my legs wider.
“Good girl,” he said, his lips whispering into my ear.
I squealed when he slapped my ass, and his cock pushed between my legs. It slipped easily between the soft, swollen folds of my pussy lips, and I moaned, arching my neck and back. My pussy was sore, but his cock felt good as it slid inside me. I moaned when our hips met. His cock was buried balls deep. David withdrew and then slammed into me hard, holding himself deep, then he would withdraw slowly, then slam back in hard, holding it there deep before doing it again and again. His hands clasped my hips, holding me in place against the sink. I was forced to watch my facial expressions. Each gasp, at the end of each forceful thrust, played out in the mirror in front of me.
"Holy fuck, your cunt is still tight even after all that dicking you got, girl,” he said between thrusts. Then he taunted me, “Your body ain’t nothing but a cum receptacle,” he hissed in my ear. His thrusts were becoming more violent, lifting me off my feet and banging my hips into the sink.
“You like all that strange cum coating your body, slut?” He thrust harder, and I felt my hips bruising on the sink.
His words cut to the core of me as I started to feel another orgasm building, as I continued to watch our lewd act in the mirror, my tits bouncing with the thrusts, the lust in his face as our eyes met. I wanted to cum, I needed to cum, but I couldn’t get there. His cock felt good, but I was exhausted and just moaned through the pleasure.
David growled and slammed into me one more time before coming with a deep shudder, his warm cum coating my aching pussy walls. He lay his chest against my back, his face buried in my neck as he caught his breath, before pulling his deflating cock out. I felt cum fall out of me, dripping on the cold tile between my spread legs. I looked back at him in the mirror; his image was distorted from the shower steam fogging up the glass. He whipped his cock off on one of the thin motel towels and tucked himself back into his pants.
He nodded toward the shower. “You should get in there before you run all the hot water down the drain.”
“Yeah, the hot water will do me some good,” I smiled at him. It was a weak smile, but I was tired and it was all I could muster. He helped me as I stepped under the hot water, and our eyes met one last time as I pulled the curtain closed. It made me feel good when I saw the lust in his eyes still after knowing what I had been doing earlier that night.
I couldn't help but smile as I felt the warm water wash over my body. The stress of the night melted away, taking with it my dignity and inhibitions, leaving me feeling invigorated. I closed my eyes and let the night play in my mind as the water flowed over my body, relaxing me.
Sometime later, 30 minutes or maybe longer, I stepped out of the shower. I had scrubbed my body pink to get all of the cum off. I quickly toweled off, ready to cuddle up next to David and let myself drift into a deep sleep, but when I stepped into the room, the only thing to greet me was the still pungent aroma of sex, two women on the TV screen in a 69, and a note wrapped around some cash sitting beside my purse.
“Jade, I hope that you had a good night. Your share from tonight was 210 dollars. You should get a rideshare home and call me when you wake up.”
I read it again and counted the money in my hand. $210 was not much, and after I factored in the cost of the room, condoms, and my outfit, I only made about $125. It only worked out to be about $25 an hour, and I had not even paid for the rideshare yet. I could have made more money working a fast-food job. I folded the bills and put them in my purse. I was disappointed that he had not stayed as I slipped my skirt back on. It was not going to cover much, and I was sure I was going to give the driver a nice view on the drive home. I pulled the tank top over my head, and I caught a strong whiff of cum as I slid it down my body. It was covered in dried white cum stains, and there was no covering up the smell that now engulfed my body. I used my phone and requested a ride home.
As I waited for the car to arrive, I sat on the bed and noticed the note was still there. I should have been mad, but I didn't know why I wasn't. I was just sad and a little lonely. Tonight had been a roller coaster with some good parts, some bad parts, and some amazing parts, but at least now the genie was out of the bottle, so to speak, and I smiled as I thought about the money in my purse. My phone vibrated, letting me know my car had arrived.
The same clerk was behind the desk, but it appeared to be a shift change. We made eye contact as I walked by.
“How much for a blowjob?” He called out from the other side of the counter. His coworker looked up at him and then across at me.
Kaylee was about to get offended, but it was Jade who answered, “25, but you can fuck me for 100.” He smiled.
“$175, and when I am done, Sam gets to fuck you too.”
It was well after 5 am when I got home. My rideshare driver was female, and I let out a small sigh of relief as I slid into the back seat. I could see her looking at me with disapproving glances in her rearview mirror as we drove through the awakening city.
I fell into bed still wearing my skirt and tank top and drifted off to sleep with my hand between my legs and highlights of my evening playing in my mind. “Should I tell David about the motel workers?” was the last thought I had before I drifted off to sleep.
