Dirty Sexy Money

By on April 24, 2013.

Street walker hooker photography

“How much?”

Your directness takes me by surprise and I find myself unsure of the answer

“How much for you come down this alley with me and suck my cock?” you repeat

“What makes you think I would do that with you, even if you did pay me?” I reply, suddenly finding my voice

You pause and I see you cast your eyes over me, letting them flicker down across my low-cut top, short skirt and down my stocking clad legs to the red high heels on my feet before finally returning to the my face. The whole thing only takes seconds, yet it feels like hours, and to my horror I find myself fidgeting beneath your appraising look.

“You’re not very good at this are you?” comes your reply and I can feel myself deflate slightly and for a brief moment I feel like a complete fraud.

You take this moment to step in closer to me and taking one of my wrists in your hand you start to lead me towards the alley way at the side of the pub.

“Not to worry” you say as you gently lead me closer and closer to the darkness “Come with me and I will show you how it is done. Consider it a favour and you never know, if you do it really well I might still pay you”

The mention of money and the implication that you think you are about to get a freebie snaps me back into the here and now; I stop dead in my tracks and glare at you.

“I’m not a charity you know” I snap

“Ha! Make up your mind, either you are doing this or you are not but let’s stop pretending either way and get on with it”

I hold your gaze, staring back at you definitely and full of a bravado that I really don’t feel. You pause, waiting for what, I am not sure, and then you reach for my wrist again saying

“Come on then, let’s see if that pretty little mouth really has what it takes to earn you money.”

The alleyway is dark, light from the street pours in at one end but it is soon consumed by the height and closeness of the surrounding buildings. Off in the distance is a faint glow from the car park, without the street lighting it gives the impression of just more darkness beyond. There is a faint smell of rotting food and something else, something human and dirty, piss. The smell assaults my nostrils and seems to emphasise the filthy nature of all this. I know I am not meant to be turned on and yet I am and suddenly it dawns on me that I want this, right here, right now, with you.

I reach for your zipper, intent on the task now and freeing your cock from the confines of your jeans I sink my knees in front of you and open my mouth. My tongue flicks out, tasting the end of your still flaccid cock like a kid testing a lollipop just to make sure they will like it. I know the answer already but I do it again this time to savour rather than to test before I finally take you into my mouth and close my lips tightly around you. Your cock leaps to life in my throat, I respond with a gentle groan. I know I am not supposed to be enjoying this but my body and my brain are not working well together right now. Your taste is strong, male, musky and I find myself feasting on you, licking and sucking with a greed that surprises me but seems to delight you. Your hand on the back of my head and fingers twisting into my hair only serve to make me wetter, hornier and greedier. Clasping my head firmly in your hands you take control of the fuck-hole kneeling before you, dictating the pace with long smooth strokes of your cock into the wet heat of my mouth and forcing me down harder onto my knees. Tears prickle in my eyes as the gritty surface beneath me cuts through my stockings, tearing them, and lodging their sharp edges into my flesh but even this new painful sensation does nothing to distract me from my task and my desire to be the whore you initially took me for.

Your cock twitches inside my mouth as my tongue glides around you and I know you are going to cum. I can feel that give away swell at the base of your cock and then the beginning of that pulse that starts as a glimmer beneath my lips before finally travelling up through your cock and erupting into my mouth with force depositing your sticky cum onto my tongue. I am good at this, I know just when to close the back of my throat and hold my breath so that I don’t choke or even gag as you empty the contents of your balls into me.

When I look up your head is thrown back and you have that look on your face and not that I am in any doubt but I know that I have done a good job and earned my money. I feel a huge sense of achievement and letting your cock slide from my mouth I push your hands from my head and clamber to my feet. Standing in front of you I wait for a moment until I know I have you attention and then I swallow. I know you see it. The look in your eye tell me that but then you smile and say

“Good girl, see you could do it. You did OK too, I think I might even bring my mates next time and you can do us all, kneeling here in this dirty alley. What do you think?”

I don’t reply, but hold out my hand for my money. I want the money, somehow it seems important. You reach in to your pocket and pull out a small crumpled wad of cash which you sort through before handing me £5. For a brief moment I contemplate arguing for more but one look at your face tells me this would be a pointless exercise so I snatch the note out of your hand and slip it down the front of my bra. Dusting off the grit from knees I walk out of the alley into the cool evening light of the street a look of delighted pride on my face and a deep throbbing need nestled between my thighs.

I pause once I am back beneath the street lights to make sure you are not following and then I slip back into the pub. I contemplate stopping and spending my beautiful fiver on a victory drink but the thought of giving my sordid earnings away makes me sad and so I continue on my intended path, pass through the bar and exit out into the car park at the back. The space is dark but I know where I am going and as I near the car I can see the faint glow of your cigarette. I open the door and slide in beside you. You start the engine letting the car roll forward towards the road.

“Thanks for picking me up” I mumble

“You’re welcome” you reply “I entertained myself with some cheap whore while I waited”

“Oh?” I enquire

“Yeah, she was OK but I think she needs practise before she is ready for the next time”

And with that you turn out onto the main road and the car jumps to life beneath us both as you direct it towards home.


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  1. Use. So powerful. One of my favourite things. 🙂 Hot. Very, very hot. (I would never have been able to pull this off!)


  2. Good read. There is something for the pay for sex angle…a certain power if you will..but a tough fantasy for many. I def enjoyed.

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