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A Prostitute In Waiting

I'm always fascinated by the ways in which different people get into prostitution. As you can imagine, I've heard a good few stories. None of them beat my own though.

I was about 19 at the time and working in a rather posh hotel on the South coast. It was an old converted manor house with sumptuous furnishings, excellent food and fantastic gardens that offered guests everything from a lively swimming pool and adjoining bar to quiet, secluded terraces overlooking the Downs.

Because the place was so uparket, we waitresses wore traditional black and white uniforms - just the kind that fantasies are made of. Believe me, I got plenty of comments about what some of the men would like to do with me but, as I was shy back then, I never took them up on it. Until the Major arrived, that is. He was one of the old school, all tweeds and "what-ho's" and the stereotypical moustache that you'd expect of a man of his age and calibre.

This particular day was sizzling and as the end of my shift approached, all I could think of was a cold shower and a glass of chilled white wine and lemonade in my own garden. When I received the order for the major's drinks, all I wanted to do was serve them and get off home as quickly as I could. Little did I know just how long serving two drinks would take.

The major and his business associate were on a secluded terrace, where a few tables surrounded a pretty pond where the spray from the fountain played enticingly on the water. I placed the drinks on the table, accepted their thanks and turned to walk away.

"You deserve a tip," the major called.

As I turned around, he flipped a coin at me that landed on the cobbles just in front of me. As I bent down to pick it up I realised that the major and his guest were getting a real eyeful of cleavage.

"Very nice," the major said, smiling. "It's a long time since I've had the opportunity to admire a nice firm pair of tits. Why don't you open your blouse and let me see more? I can tell you don't have a bra on."

Obviously, I was embarrassed. I'm sure my face must have turned crimson but with a little more encouragement, I slowly opened the buttons of my blouse. I had no idea why, but for some reason the idea of a man like the major ogling my tits and wanting more of me was turning me on.

"Lovely," he said, leaning forward in his chair. "Even better than I'd imagined."

I stood there with my blouse gaping, my tits bare and my nipples strutting as if they were trying to get closer to him.

"What do you think, Henderson?" he said, turning to his guest. "Gorgeous, aren't they?"

Henderson nodded and swallowed hard. It was obvious that this little show wasn't what he'd expected to be on the day's agenda.

"Come here," said the major, waving me closer. "Please an old man and let me touch them. It's probably the last time I'll ever get to touch a lovely pair of tits like those."

How could I refuse? To deny him that would have been cruel. I took a few steps closer and stood in front of him while he fondled my breasts and tweaked my nipples between his fingers. God! I was getting horny. I could feel my clit throbbing between my legs and the hair around my pussy getting wet. It wasn't the fashion to shave back then, you see.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" the major said, still staring at my tits but speaking to his associate. "It's not every day you come across a gorgeous pair of titties like these."

The younger guy laughed and agreed, although I could tell he was feeling embarrassed. He was probably in his late twenties and, judging by the way he kept his legs crossed, was no doubt sporting a hard-on.

It was at that point that I felt a hand on the inside of my thigh and the major asked what colour panties I had on. Ha! What a good question that was! It just so happened I wasn't even wearing panties.

"Well in that case I'm going to have to flip another coin for you to pick up," he said. "Only this time I want you to face away from us as you bend right down and show your arse."

As I bent down I heard the major comment that if he'd been a few years younger he'd have fucked me there and then.

"Can't get it up anymore though," he admitted before turning to Henderson. "I'm sure you could fuck her though, couldn't you?"

He hesitated. "Err... well..."

I knew he wanted to. Who wouldn't? He had a naked, dripping pussy staring at him for God's sake!

"I'll make it worth your while," the major continued. "I haven't had this much fun for years. Go on! Fuck her while I watch."

It didn't take long before he was behind me and his hands gripped my tits as he plunged his hefty cock deep into my cunt. Fuck, he was good! I knew I couldn't make too much noise - the hotel building wasn't that far away after all - but I wanted to scream blue mercy he was fucking me that hard!

All the while the major was watching intently. He even got up and stood right by us, watching Henderson's cum glistening cock as it lunged into me, opening my cunt further and driving in deeper with each thrust.

When he finally shot his load, he was pulling at my nipples and groaning as his hot cum squirted over my arse cheeks. But I hadn't reached my orgasm yet, so the major stepped in, rubbing my clit with his fingers as he pushed a thumb inside me. Shit, I was in heaven!

Afterwards, as I watched the major lick my juice from his fingers, he smiled and told me he would die a happy man for having enjoyed the sight and smell of a fresh, young pussy again. Then he produced a Ł20 note from his pocket and tucked it into the waistband of my skirt.

"A little something for your time," he said.

"It's all part of the service," I told him and winked, before pulling my skirt down and heading back to the hotel and home.

Contributed by: Sabrina 02/03/2008

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