A New Barber

-Aye, I miss her terribly. Now, after all that exertion, maybe you want some lunch? But – twirling the chair and kneeling before her – not before I've tasted you again. To dry it of course.

She croaked another orgasm before his mouth reluctantly left her wetness. They sat at the table, sipping wine, supping soup, nibbling sandwiches. His unsatisfied cock drove him to the business at hand:

-So, tell me what other delights the working girl offers her client? And the tariff.

-Nothing except oral without condoms.

-I have condoms, lassie. And lube, if it's needed.

-God, I'm so glad. This working girl needs to fuck. I was worried when I didn't see them in the bedroom. Anything you want is on offer. Including anal. You will not however restrain me. I can't trust you to do that.

The 'yet' was unspoken, but he sensed it was there.

-And the professional fees?

-Twenty quid to fellate you bareback. Cuntfuck, forty quid. Arsefuck sixty.

His cock dripped. He'd never used a prostitute, but was sure he'd have to pay anyone else a great deal more.

-And the whole package? Everything?

She looked up from her soupbowl:

-A round hundred.

-Done. I'll take the package deal.

-Cash upfront. And you haven't paid for the shave yet...

-Fine. I'll go fetch your fees.

He left, returned with a hundred and thirty quid. He'd stashed it of course, didn't want to be robbed. He counted the new notes into her hand. Noticed it was trembling now.

-D'you have a wee plastic wallet?

He searched in his desk, gave her a sealing plastic envelope. Looking in his eyes, she put the cash in and sealed it. Then rolled the envelope into a tube, and, eyes still in his, she licked it wet. Opened her legs wide. Slid the tube into her cunt:

-Safest place for my professional fees, don't you think? And quite appropriate. It can go in my bag before we fuck.

They finished lunch in silence. Nothing to say really. Just a commercial sexual transaction to complete. As she wiped her mouth with the napkin, he pulled her gown apart. His fingers went to her swollen nipples. Tugged and twisted. She gasped, moaned, but didn't object. Merely whispered:

-The working girl needs her client to service her. Now.

She refilled her wineglass and swayed towards the door. Then returned to put the glass on the table. Giggled:

-Maybe I should pee first. Won't be a minute.

She left both living room and bathroom doors open so he could hear her peeing. Returned smiling, wiping herself with her fingers:

-Now, client, this cunt needs a good seeing to. Come and get what you've paid for.

She slid the gown off herself, though his flat was on the ground floor. Swayed off to the bedroom. He recharged his glass, shucked his gown off, and followed. She was bent over from the waist when he reached the bedroom, carefully extracting the roll from her cunt, and pushing it into her bag. She glanced over her shoulder as she bent:

-How does the client want his whore?

He shivered at her use of the term, but that was what she was. A woman who traded sex for money. He stepped behind her, taking a condom from the drawer. His cock slithered into her cunt for the first time:

-You are now truly a whore, Linda. My whore. You've sold your body for cash. But this is just a taste. I'm going to fuck you on the bed. The position is your choice.

She slid from him, got on the bed, shivering as she saw the restraints dangling there. Not this time. She knew there'd be others. She got on her hands and knees:

-From behind, it's anonymous. Whores don't ever kiss clients. Fuck my cunt from behind, get your money's worth. I need it as much as you do, haven't had a cock in me in a year. Make it good.

The detachment of paid sex excited him deeply. The dirty taboo of it. He'd emailed his partner telling her about paying to get shaved, but hadn't thought to ask her if he could fuck this woman. He'd fantasised, but not expected it would arise. He'd tell her though. There were no secrets between them. But now he had other matters to attend to... he stroked the woman's ears, neck, shoulders, down her spine. Learning her sensitivities so he could give her more pleasure. Fingered round her arsehole. She trembled, so he knew she liked anal. Better and better...

Stroked the length of her wet cunt, parting the engorged lips with his fingers. Godyes, she needed cock. She'd get it. He shifted position so his head was between the puffy red lips. And sank into her delicious tightness. Ohgod, his first fuck in months. Her slithery welcome, money or no, she needed this too. And his newly-shaven nakedness against her perfectly-waxed flesh, and inside her cunt. The cunt he was paying to fuck. Ohjesus. He took her faster, his hands closing on her dangling aroused breasts. Her moaning intensified as he tugged and twisted the nipples, her cunt spasming around him as she moaned her first orgasm. He wasn't going to last, not this time, the intensity of his shaven nakedness in whorecunt, the illicit nature of the transaction. Pure, dirty, sex, nothing more. He loved his partner as he'd never loved anybody, but the anonymity of this sexual transaction got him off in a quite different way. His balls tightened:

-Going to spunk your cunt, dirty whore...

-Fuck aye. I'm the filthiest, most needy whore in Glasgow. Jesus, going to cum again...

Her cunt tightened around the column of flesh filling her. He thrust harder... felt himself rising. As the whore screamed her orgasm, he tugged her nipples sharply. And spunked her. Fell on her back, their sweat mingling, both panting:

-Jesus whore, you're a fantastic fuck. So glad you wanted to earn more money than I paid you for the shave.

She giggled, and as it became full roaring laughter, her muscles expelled him.

-Dirtygirl, expelling your needy client. Why the laughter?

-Just felt like it...

She didn't say that she'd laughed because she'd been so needy, she'd have fucked him without payment. And he didn't work it out. They slithered beside each other on the bed. Face to face.

-I could never have guessed when I walked into the shop on Monday that I'd be fucking you today.

She grinned lewdly:

-Not even with all the hints I was giving you?

-Nope, I didn't dare hope they were deliberate hints. Even when I realised you'd been wanking as I entered the shop...

-Yes, I even thought about not washing my hands before I began work on you. But that would have been a wee bit blatant, so I did wash them. Slightly, I wanted to see if you noticed my scent. If you'd arrived a few minutes later, I'd have got myself off... and what happened since wouldn't have happened. Well, mightn't have...

-So glad I caught you short then. Why were you wanking in the shop?

-A girl has secrets. But next time, I might be thinking about this...

Her fingers worked his flaccidity:

-What's your recovery time, old man?

-A wee while yet. I'll need Viagra to get hard enough to take your sweet whorish arse, girl. But maybe a rest first. Now tell me. Looking at dirty pics of my partner got you off. I take it you're bi?

-Not really. I played with a girlfriend at college, nothing since. Your woman is just so intensely sexual. I've never wanked to sexpics of a woman before. Though of course the ones of you taking her cunt and arse were especially arousing. Now, why don't you close your eyes, and I'll make us some coffee. Working girl needs to do something to aid her client's recovery.

-Um, yes please...

And his eyes shut.

*****

She took half an hour to make the coffee. He had some idea when he woke what else she'd been doing. He took the mug gratefully:

-More explorations of my computer?

Somehow, he didn't care.

-Um, guilty as charged. She looks quite rapacious with her strapon. I'd let her do me. Let you both do me, never had a DP. Always wondered what it would be like. Had to wank again, looking at her, imaging having you both doing me... at the same time.

Fuck. His cock surged. His partner and he had fantasised about threesomes, but usually MFM. They'd never done one together, though she had more experience in the matter than he had. If Linda was up for it...

-The idea excites you? You're hard again...

-Oh yes...

He told Linda something of the fantasies he'd shared with his partner. Told her that if she was interested, a threesome might not be impossible:

-But I'll need pics of your sexuality to help persuade her. You up for that?

-Hmm, need to think about that. How do I know my pics won't appear everywhere on the net?

-You don't, cept for my promise. But I've an idea that might work... need to pee first.

She followed him, both of them naked, into the toilet. She grasped his cock as he pointed it, slightly uncomfortable from the erection. He had to crouch a bit.

-I've always wanted to do this. Consider it a freebie from a grateful working girl... god, I feel it streaming through your cock. I'm soaking again. And need to pee when you're finished. And I... I, err, want you to watch. Quid pro quo. Though I never asked you, just did it. Hope you don't mind too much?

-No, don't mind at all. Deliciously dirty...

He showed her how to squeeze him dry. Took a blue pill with a sip of tapwater. Watched her crouch over the pan, raised above it on her long legs so he could see everything. He fingered her nipples as she peed, but she told him to stop or she might misfire. He wiped her cunt dry. He wanted to use his mouth, but knew that would be an intimacy too far for his partner, so he didn't offer.

-So, punter. What's your idea 'that might work'?

-Into the living room and I'll show you, whore.

He moved the laptop from desk to floor. Opened the pic of his partner with her strapon, her face alive with pride and arrogance, loving that she had a cock with which to take him. As she had, minutes after the pic was taken.

-Sit on the floor with your cunt spread open, whore. Legs either side of the computer. So the camera will show your weeping cunt. Finger yourself...

She obeyed. He took his camera from the bookshelf, fiddled with it. Pressed the button on the laptop. Her gaping wet cunt appeared on the screen, her fingers deep inside herself. Then called back the shot of his strapon-wearing lover. Told the whore to touch herself again, head bowed so her face wasn't visible.

He tilted the screen a wee bit, so his lover's unmistakeable self was clearly visible through the SLR lens. And the whore, wanking herself. The fingers in her cunt sharply in the frame. He set the camera to repeat shots, one a second.

-Wank harder Linda. Wank for my lover. Imagine her strapon in your arse, my cock in your cunt...

She wailed her orgasm. The camera caught her face in orgasm as her head went back. Jesus, perfect... he wondered how his lover would react. Should he ever dare show her the pics...

Linda was on her back on the carpet now, eyes shut, moaning. He took another pic of her vulnerability. Shook her arm gently:

-Want to see the pics? I'll delete any you don't want me to have, or send to my lover.

-God yes, have to see them... I've never ever exposed myself to a camera like that...

-I'll download them so you can see every detail of yourself. Won't be a sec.

They watched together as thumbnail images began appearing on the screen. When the download was complete, he hit slideshow. Perfect. His lover was completely recognisable. The whore's wanking was in sharp focus. She gasped when the image of her face in orgasm showed. Then her body, slumped in completion on the carpet. Sandy glanced in her eyes:

-Well? Should I delete anything?

Her voice was a croak:

-No. Mail them all to me. And to your lover. Please.

-You're certain, whoreLinda?

-Oh yes. Now, d'you want the rest of what you paid for, client?

He drew her up. Wanted to kiss her mouth but didn't. Knew from the look in her eyes that she'd have welcomed it. Took her hand and drew her to the bedroom. Lay naked on the bed:

-Suck me hard enough to take your arse, slut. How long since it's had a cock up it?

-Ohgod, years. Too fucking long.

And her head bent to take him in. All of him. She was indeed a pro at cocksucking. He was in danger of losing it very quickly, knew that Viagra or not, he couldn't spunk her three times in a few hours. He wanted her arse more than her mouth. Grabbed her hair and pulled her roughly off him. His fingers dipped in her arse. Good, a greasy one, like his partner:

-Put a condom on me. Need your arse, slut. But I want to watch your face in orgasm as I take you there.

-Yes... sir.

She rolled the condom on him, lay back, holding her knees to her tits. He'd have restrained her for this, but knew he couldn't. Not this time... His cock dipped in her wet cunt, and his fingers rubbed copious juice into her arse. His cock slid down... her eyes widened as it entered her anus. Delightfully tight. No cock had been there recently. He moved carefully, watching her eyes, listening to her breathing. No hesitation. The warmest anal welcome. He rammed harder and she gasped, moving her hips to his rhythm. Jesus, the perfect arsefuck. Almost as good as his beloved partner, but no woman on earth could match her, ever. This one would have to do for now. He loved the way she groaned in her need. Saw the anal lust in her eyes. Took her harder. Set his mouth on her tit, sucked hard. Then tugged and twisted with his teeth. Her muscles clutched him softly, repeatedly. More intense every time. Her eyes widened and a low wail rose in her throat, ululating, unearthly. He thrust harder and her muscles spasmed around him. She screamed the orgasm as it contorted her, body and sexsoul. He pounded harder. Soon. Wished he could spunk her bareback. But that was against her rules. And his partner's. His balls clenched at the thought of his partner. He fucked spunk into the condom. Sank on his whore, kissing her neck. Licking. Avoiding her lips. Stupid really, he could fuck her arse, but he couldn't kiss her mouth.

He remained in her arse, as the woman gentled him awake. He'd no idea how long he'd been out, how long he'd been with the whore. She whispered in his ear:

-It's getting late, I need to pick my lassie up soon. Would you mind giving me a lift to Partick? Please? I hate being late for her, and my mum.

He didn't have to think about it. A couple of glasses of Rioja, hours ago... he was OK to drive.

-Of course. Bairns first, always. But... you arrived dressed as a tart. D'you want your mum and daughter to see you like that?

-Course not numpty. I brought a change of clothes.

Thirty minutes later they were on the Clydeside Expressway. He followed her directions off it, and stopped at the closemouth she pointed out.

She kissed his mouth:

-You know where to find me if you want more. I just might offer a discount to a repeat customer.

And she was gone.