The Prostitute
Wayne was rich in the monetary sense, but lacked what he considered true wealth. He remained single throughout his twenties, and now even his thirties started to slip past him. Forty was a mere three years away and that bothered him. With all his riches, he still couldn’t find a meaningful relationship.
One particular Friday night, he scanned through his “little black book” of women he knew, but no one had a special spark he looked for. Instead, Wayne decided to try his hand at an escort service. He had been handed a card from his tennis partner three weeks ago. His friend said the women there were unlike any he’d ever had before.
Wayne played with the card in his hand while he sat at the desk in his office. After roughly twenty minutes of deciding, he picked up his cell phone and tapped in the number. A sultry woman’s voice answered.
“Hello,” she breathed on the other end.
“Yes, hello. I’d like to order a lady for the evening.” Wayne sat at his desk, nervous that he was probably calling the police instead and incriminating himself in a prostitution sting. The woman seemed relatively at ease and asked what his preferences were. “I’m looking for something out of the ordinary. Something sensual, but not any of that submissive stuff.” He winced on his end, thinking this was a mistake. The madam seemed unaffected by his request.
“I’ll send Cassidy out your way. I’m positive she can offer what you need.” They made an arrangement of pay and Wayne offered up his address. She told him to expect her at 10 p.m. sharp. Wayne hung up his cell phone and tossed it on his desk. My God, he thought, what did I just get myself into anyway?
At the strike of ten on his grandfather clock, a knock was heard at his solid oak front door. Wayne hurried down to the atrium of his mansion home and peered through the peephole. On the other side of the door was a vision in womanhood wearing a gray raincoat and had her dark brown hair worn long and curly. Wayne gulped and opened the door to his home.
Cassidy stepped in with a smile and a hand extended to Wayne. He took it, noting her slender smooth fingers in his hand, capped with silver nail polish. She was the personification of exquisite. She wore black platform heels that clicked on his marble flooring of the atrium. He asked to take her coat, and gingerly she took it off and handed it to him. To Wayne’s astonishment, Cassidy arrived nude!
Her naked breasts hung like twin globes of fleshy perfection, tipped with rosy nipples begging to be suckled. She shaved her pussy clean and turned to enter his home. Wayne could tell her backside was just as manicured as her front. He instantly felt lust for her round toned ass. The legs that carried this goddess into his home were long and lean, tanned to an inviting color of brown with no tan lines. Wayne could picture her sunning herself on his pool patio while he watched her.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” he asked, trying to be the perfect host.
“I’d rather we get down to business, if that’s OK with you,” she offered back in a velvety voice.”I only say that because you’re not the typical sort of customer I get. You are just too sexy to not play with, and I love your house. I could get used to this!” With that, Cassidy put her arms around Wayne’s shoulders and kissed him sweetly.
He felt her ample bosom push into his chest. Cassidy was a very busty woman carried on a slender frame. Wayne liked that about her. She felt warm to the touch and sweet to his taste buds. She must have popped in a strawberry-flavored candy before arriving, because he could taste it on her tongue. In a swirl of kisses, Cassidy pushed her candy into his mouth and kissed him until it sank down his throat. Cassidy ended their kiss by letting Wayne suck on her tongue when she slowly withdrew.
“How was that?” she asked. Wayne breathed out a heart-pounding sigh and smiled. Cassidy giggled and led him to his living room. They sat on the brown leather couch together while she let him touch her. Wayne felt a little fuzzy and looked at his hands. They were cupping her big tits, but as his vision blurred, her heaving chest seemed to grow in his grip. Before he knew it, she spilled out of his clutches and rose taller than him before his very eyes.
“What’s happening to me?” he asked, hearing his voice become higher in pitch and squeaky. Cassidy giggled some more and took his loose clothing off of him.
“You’re shrinking, sweetie. You asked for something different on the phone, and well, congratulations. You’re about to experience love to a woman in a way you’ve never imagined before. I’m about to become your sexual playground,” she purred, leaning down close to his face for added effect. Wayne sank out of his dress shirt and slacks, now completely naked before his towering rented goddess.
Cassidy stood up and really let it sink into Wayne that she became several times his height and size. Wayne’s dizziness eventually went away, and noticed he was roughly eight inches tall next to Cassidy. She looked down at him and giggled once more at his predicament.
“Here baby, why don’t you start by licking and sucking on my big titties?” Cassidy sat down quickly next to Wayne, and the sudden thrust of weight on the cushion sent Wayne’s little body high into the air. Cassidy caught him easily enough and laughed at how easy it was to send him flying. “Why, there’s not much left to you, is there, little one?”
Before Wayne could answer, she shoved his little mouth at her huge boob. She cupped him around the arc of her breast and pressed him into her pliable flesh. Wayne couldn’t help but begin to suck and chew at her rubbery nipple. Initially he felt insecure being treated like an infant against a beautiful mother-figure, but in the security and privacy of his own house, he settled into his new situation and did his best to milk her nipple.
Cassidy shoved a finger or two into her pussy and mixed up her cream into a milky froth while holding Wayne close to her chest. She placed her feet, still in heels, on the glass coffee table and really got into her work. Wayne watched her out of the corner of his eye and envied those feminine digits at play.
“Mmmmm, baby want to play with my pussy too?” she asked in her smoky tone. Wayne couldn’t answer her because of her firm hold of him at her nipple. He could only answer by nodding his head over her areola. Cassidy slid her customer down her flat tummy until Wayne collected in her crotch. “There you go, little one.”
Wayne twisted and crawled around until he lay there face to face with her pussy lips. They reminded him of floral petals slick with morning dew. The scent emanating from her opening made him drunk with desire. He reached out and sucked on her clit while Cassidy hefted her huge tits in her hands and pinched her own nipples.
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