1. Ellie-May gets interviewed for a job but just wants to fuck around


    Date: 1/27/2016, Categories: Fiction, First Time, Male/Teen Female, Prostitution, Virginity, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 65.6, Source: sexstories.com

    “Gee honey you’re more than A grade, you’re A star!" I assured her as I wrenched my tool around as he swelled like someone shoved a steel rod up from the insides. “So how much you charging?” I asked. “Short time or all night?” she asked. “You tell me?” I suggested. “Fifty dollars, hundred all night, hell I don’t know,” she said, “I don’t understand this business stuff, fact is Mary Sue says I need a pimp to handle the business side of whoring while I just do the fucking.” “And you done much fucking?” I asked. “Sure, Paw and my uncles and my brother, they all juiced me but they does it up my ass on account of condoms don’t come free,” she assured me. “So no one has popped your cherry?” I asked. “No sir, someone has to pay a lot of money for my cherry.” she said boldly. “How much?” I asked. “Hell how should I know,” she admitted, “I guess I’ll put it on Ebay.” “You said fifty dollars,” I offered. “Ok, I guess that’s fair.” she agreed. “For heavens sake it’s worth ten times that.” I explained. “See that’s why I need a pimp real bad,” she admitted. “I thought you wanted a job?” I queried. “I figure I want a job whoring,” she explained, “Why in the hell would I want to sit behind some desk when I could be fucking all day and get paid for it?” she asked. “But you don’t know that you’ll like it,” I pointed out. “I watched pornos and watched Mary Sue fuck Johns enough times, cleaned her up between Johns and everything,” she admitted. “You seem like you made your mind up,” I ...
    agreed. “You won’t tell Paw you never fucked me will you?” she said awkwardly, “See I figured I could maybe stay the night.” “And not get fucked, how did you figure that one out?” I asked. “Like you’re too old to fuck?” she suggested. “I’m thirty six years old!” I pointed out. “Gee, the years ain’t been kind to you,” she observed, “I figured you was sixty at least.” “Well I’m not!” I said, “Too old, I just don’t fancy you.” “So why’s your pants got a tent pole in then?” she asked. “Ah!” I admitted. “Ok here’s the deal,” she said, “I stay over and you can fuck me any which way but up as long as you don’t give me no job and I can get started on whoring.” “What about paying?” I asked. “Ok don’t pay me nothing, have me on the house, like its not like you’re going to keep going all night long are you?” she observed. “No, I guess, how about you clear up the mess of the coffee cup first?” I suggested. “You busted it you do it, where’s the can?” she replied as she stormed off across the room towards the bathroom door. “Through there,” I said, it was too late, she was on the can facing me and a stream of golden piss was arcing downwards. “That’s better,” she gasped I took some tissue and handed it to her, “Jesus, you’ll give me a heart attack,” I exclaimed. “Hell I’m only taking a leak,” she said, “Down home we don’t even have a door on the bathroom, just a can in the kitchen.” “Right,” I agreed and I undid my belt and eased my pants down. “And what in the hell are you doing?” she asked. ...
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