Ascending Lauren Ch. 24

"What's wrong baby, don't you like me?"

Trish had been working Corey's cock for several minutes now and she could tell he was having a problem getting hard. It was something she'd encountered before, but usually with much older men.

"You like it when I touch you, hmm?"

Sitting with pants around his ankles in the backseat, he nodded. It wasn't that he didn't like the feeling of his dick in her hands. There was just something...off.

"Talk to me," Corey suggested. That usually helped.

The prostitute smirked. She was good at that too. With lips next to his earlobe, she began whispering sweet nothings that were guaranteed to wake the dead.

"I want you so much. I want your big, hard cock in my pussy, filling me up.

"I want to feel it in me, throbbing in my wet cunt."

That got a moan. Then another.

"Don't you want to fuck me, baby? Put this inside where it's all warm and gooey?"

That got another twitch in her hand.

"That's it, get hard for me and then do me. I want you to bang the shit outta me right here, right now!"

"Mmmmm."

A lurch, a pulse. That was promising. At least there was firmness now.

"Make me scream your name as you pound me like no other man can."

No other man.

Corey winced. Like my wife does regularly.

STOP IT! What the hell are you doing?

Here was the perfect opportunity to get some strange and he was busy thinking about his whore wife? How about having some balls and doing something wanton and decadent for a change? It wasn't like Lauren could complain. This was consequence-free.

And yet, like a loser, here I am consumed by images of her. Of our wedding.

Her beautiful white gown.

Feeding each other cake.

The bouquet toss.

"Come on, baby, let me make you feel good," Trish pleaded, gripping his limp hose tighter, trying to will it hard. Leaning in, she kissed him long and deep, placing one of his hands beneath her dress, directly against her neatly trimmed pussy.

"Feel how wet I am? I'm ready for your hot cock."

Corey sighed, feeling adrift. "I...I'm not sure I can."

Fuck. Did I just say that?

Outside, the mist had turned to a steady drizzle.

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With the driver's seat eased back, Lauren scrambled onto the fat man's lap and straddled him with her thighs. Lifting her skirt, she moved aside the thong, then slowly sank on his erect latex-covered dick. Both sighed when its head slid past her wet, swollen lips, sending shivers down her spine as the shaft slid deeper, scratching an itch that only a cock can. With the steering wheel pressing against her back, the would-be hooker gripped the back of the seat tightly, nails digging into the leather as she rode him with frenzied passion. Hips grinding, they moved in a circular motion to maximize the depth. The pair's breathing increased and moans began to fill the Toyota's cabin.

"Fuck, yeah," Joey gasped, his hands reaching up to push the delicate straps of her crop top off her shoulders. This caused them to fall to the outside of her upper arms, exposing those luscious and small breasts.

With hands grasping opposite sides, Lauren lifted the blouse over her head and tossed it onto the passenger seat, then grabbed the sides of his collared shirt and ripped it open, causing at least one button to fly off and careen against the windshield. As she straddled him cowgirl, he saw a mysterious, almost frightening glint in her eyes, akin to a bedeviled succubus in B horror movies, salivating over his huge hairy pec-tits and round belly that pressed against hers with profuse sweat. Head lowered slightly, the hooker looked at him from the top of her eyes with a fire he'd never seen. It was almost as if his blemished face, double chin, and thick neck actually turned her on, elevating her to another level. She even twisted and pinched his nipples, savoring the sounds of pleasure and pain that escaped his mouth, going where no woman had gone before.

"Yessssssssss," Lauren hissed, her pussy spreading wider to accommodate his paunchy cock with every thrust, building pace and momentum.

"Fuck me, please, I need it so bad!"

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Back in a Des Moines parking lot, Trish's head was bobbing up and down on her mark's flaccid dick, trying to earn her money by methodically coaxing an erection out of him. Like an oil rig on the side of a Texas road, her lips engulfed and cajoled, utilizing every trick she knew to get bubbling crude. Talking dirty, undressing to her waist, letting him play with her tits. And still, it was limp.

Corey tried his best, he really did. He drank in her beauty, grabbed her hair, and set the pace of her mouth on his dick. Nothing worked...nothing.

Until...

A stray headlight beam from a car moving through the lot briefly illuminated the small photo of him and Lauren hanging from the rearview mirror. A simpler time to be sure. As he stared at the effigy, her smile morphed into images of her and Zane in that very backseat, doing the exact same thing that Trish was doing...only unlike Corey, Zane had been up to the task.

Below in the older man's lap, the blonde felt the cock finally stir.

'What about him', Zane had said to Lauren as Corey had driven them home.

'He can take care of himself,' she had replied with a disrespectful chuckle as she unzipped his best friend's fly, "he always does."

The cock in Trish's mouth began to grow substantially.

"Thwap's it, bayyyba," she murmured, her mouth full, "gif thwit up!"

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More than a thousand miles away, that same slut wife was riding yet another man, but this time for profit. And arguably, more esoteric reasons.

"DO MEEEEE! FUCK MEEEE!"

Lauren was damn near out of control, grinding her hips into her john with wild and erratic intensity. With the steering wheel raking her back, she gripped the headrest behind Joey's head for leverage, using the seat to lift herself, then slamming down onto the cock with a force that made both cry out. They were indeed off to the races, building quickly towards their own powerful releases.

The Camry rocked back and forth with each thrust, a very recognizable sight to any bank employee that would have been working late that night. Inside, Joey grimaced as the whore's cunt squeezed his cock, milking it with every thrust. Warm and velvety, it clenched and released, over and over again with a relentless grip. The friction between the two ramped up as a jet-black mane of hair cascaded around them, whipping about in the air as they fucked with abandon. Occasionally, she would lean down and press her chiseled face against his fat cheeks slipping her tongue past his pudgy lips to taste his foamy saliva. His moans and quaking body were reward enough. Grabbing the sides of his head, eyes aflame, she stared into his perspiring, beastly face.

"You fuck me now, you hear?" Lauren begged, softly at first, then growing louder. "Fuck me like your own dirty little slut. You paid for it, now use me."

Lost in the moment, she was no longer an Iowan wife. She was a whore, a filthy five-hundred-dollar whore, a cum dump for any man willing to pay to deposit their seed in whatever hole they wanted.

"GIVE IT TO ME YOU FILTHY PIG! GIVE ME YOUR GODDAMN CUM!"

With his hands on her tits, groping, pinching, she picked up the pace, their pelvis grinding together as much as the confines of the driver's seat allowed. Their movements became more urgent, moans and groans increasingly heavy.

Heads thrown back in pure bliss, customer and contractor faces contorted with pleasure. Lost in the rhythm, Lauren's hair cascaded around her, a hot mess of visual desire, while she rode him with unbridled fervor. Hips against hips, she took him deep, the sound of their bellies - one trim and firm, the other obese and sweaty - slapping against one another.

"GIVE ME YOUR COCK!"

"TAKE IT YOU FILTHY FUCKING SLUT!"

"Oh shit, gonna cum," they announced, nearly at the same time.

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"Mmmphfft."

The saltiness of precum hit Trish's tongue as she swirled it about, head bouncing in her trick's lap, thankful her efforts had not been in vain. Little did the gorgeous escort know it was more what he was thinking than her ministrations.

Specifically, the memory of his wife giving his best friend sloppy head while he chauffeured them around. His buddy was staring back at him now in the rearview, delirious with lust as Lauren sucked his cock. Eyes that seemed to thank Corey for letting his slut wife get him off.

"Oh, God!" Trish heard a cry from above, prompting her to suck harder.

'Holy...Motherfucker...of...God!' Zane had uttered as he bashed the front seat's headrest repeatedly into Corey's head and exploded inside Corey's wife's mouth.

Trish felt the fully erect cock quiver and expand. He was on the verge.

'Thanks, man,' his pal's eyes had seemed to say. 'She was awesome.'.

"OHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKK!"

Corey came hard, with the final image of Lauren popping up from Zane's lap, opening her mouth and showing her husband her prize.

"Cumming," he barely whispered as he pumped his spunk into another woman's mouth.

And just like he was unaware of Trish's true agenda, so too was he oblivious to a similar scene playing out on the shores of the Atlantic.

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"GIVE...IT...TO...ME!"

For a hooker, this broad was into it. A pleasant departure from the streetwalkers that Joey usually employed, those who wanted to be anywhere else.

"That's it, that's it, right there. OH GOD, RIGHT THERE!"

Pushing...

Grinding...

Grunting...

Lauren's breath grew ragged, her body slick with sweat while riding him harder, faster; her pussy squeezing the small but thick cock relentlessly.

Shaking...

Things jiggling...

Hair flying...

As each approached a release, something miraculous happened. Amid their coupling, eyes locked with an intense, fanciful understanding. In that instant, they shed the roles of client and whore, becoming something so much more profound...simply put: lovers of sex.

The tension was palpable, the air thick with anticipation. Suddenly, Lauren's body tensed, a growl escaping her lips as an orgasm hit. Her pussy clenched around Joey's dick, milking him relentlessly as waves of pleasure flowed through shaking limbs. Back arching, she dug her nails into his pink shoulders, then raked them down his chest, leaving deep scratches which began to bleed. As her eyes rolled back into her head, a primal scream of ecstasy rose from her throat as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.

Joey wasn't far behind. The sight of the prostitute convulsing unchecked pushed him over the edge. With a guttural groan, his body contracted, releasing his load into the condom. For what seemed an eternity, muscles he hadn't used in years tensed as he rode the waves, excessive endorphins wracking his system.

And then there was silence.

As Lauren's body trembled from the aftershocks, she let out a satisfied sigh, her pussy still pulsating around her trick's deflating cock. The Camry was filled with the musky scent of sex, a fitful fragrance for the debauchery that had just been had. They sat there for a moment, catching their breath, both feeling the once erect cock slowly softening inside her. A trickle of cum began to ooze from the condom, prompting Lauren to swing herself off Joey's lap. Moving with grace, she landed on the passenger seat and slipped on her top.

Somewhere in the distance, the siren of an emergency vehicle wailed, en route to help someone who was having a bad night.

"Can I see you again," he asked, the fat chin quivering with hope.

Images of that pimp and his posse closing in on her caused Lauren to shudder. She shook her head.

"Unlikely."

Swinging open the car door, an unusually cool breeze swept through the cabin, causing the mini-skirt to flutter against her thighs. The fabric clung to damp skin, hinting at the lewd activities that had occurred inside. Stepping out onto the pavement, the click of her high heels resonated through the empty garage. With renewed confidence, Lauren adjusted her clothing and began walking towards the street.

And with that, the prettiest hooker Joey had ever seen walked into the night, leaving only a feeble hope of seeing her again.

He never would.

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The rain was coming down in sheets as Corey made his way home, making it difficult to see the road ahead. Still buzzed from the whiskey, he could only hope there weren't any roadblocks on the way. Luckily, the traffic was slow, and the cars ahead of him were barely moving, giving him reason to methodically plod along.

As a line of headlights coming the other way reflected off the wet pavement, he felt a headache looming. A night out to celebrate his farewell had ended in him being unfaithful for the first time in his twenty-eight-year marriage. Oh sure, there had been that encounter with his wife's friend Chloe, but he didn't technically consider that cheating since Lauren was right next to him enjoying a porn star and cucking him at the same time.

But tonight? The guilt was eating him up. He should have never let Trish touch him, but he'd been too drunk to resist. Feeling like a fool, there was no denying how she had made him feel.

Attractive...

Special...

Wanted...

Even though Lauren was acting the slut these days, deep down he had still betrayed her. The hypocrisy was not lost on him, of course. Many might even applaud him for taking the next natural step. And yet, here he was, almost penitent. Ashamed but at the same time aroused. Quite the cocktail of emotions for the budding wittol.

Jesus Christ, I'm a fucking mess.

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Lauren walked hastily towards the red lights atop her high-rise just blocks away, the memory of being accosted in the alley fresh in her mind.

Damnit, I did it again.

Such a slut.

Indeed, she was. One with a mixture of regret and arousal; emotions that left her feeling numb. How dangerous and stupid was that? It was exactly what she'd promised Chloe she'd never do again. Still, at the same time, she couldn't deny the thrill it had given her.

Mingling with the pedestrian traffic that crowded the boulevard on that cool Miami evening, she savored the breeze blowing through her hair and took a deep breath. Being sorry was a tall order to fill. With her pussy tingling in the afterglow, there was a throbbing ache between her legs that reminded her of the sex she just had. The naughty sex. The illegal sex. It was hard to believe that she'd done it again, but in that euphoric walk of shame, Lauren couldn't say for certain it would be her last. Selling herself to the night just made her feel so fucking alive!

But that debate was for another time. For now, she just wanted to get home, take a hot shower, and masturbate while the memory was still fresh in her head. There was no changing the past. Three times she'd prostituted herself now, and three times there were regrets. Each time could have ended badly, but they didn't. Each were dangerous situations in which she had ignored sage advice. There was contrition and excitement; and a ton of arousal. A drug, to be sure. A powerful narcotic that she couldn't seem to resist.

Despite the self-reproach, there was only one real fear as Lauren walked into the lobby of her place.

Did The Chairman have fresh batteries?

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Wednesday, February 21st. 0 Days Left.

Forever Together.

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Corey sat in his pickup truck, parked at the bustling airport's cell phone lot, a bundle of anticipation and nervous energy. Numerous cars came and went, most sitting in front of a gigantic flight board as if they were in a drive-in theatre, watching the status of the flight they were interested in.

With the thrumming of aircraft engines cycling up and down, and planes taking off, his fingers tapped the steering wheel, pulse increasing as the flight tracking app on his phone showed Lauren's flight five minutes out.

What would he say to her?

Honey, we need to talk?

Sorry, babe, the boys at work took me out for a drink last night and I had a weak moment?

He had laid in bed all night practicing what he'd say.

Or say anything at all?

These are the conflicting thoughts that had tormented the poor man since Trish had gotten out of his car and disappeared into the parking lot. Corey knew he shouldn't feel guilty. Lauren had just admitted to having a threesome with another couple, what? Three days ago? So why the hell was he so torn up about having one little fling? And...he didn't even fuck the woman. It was just a blowjob for Christ's sake.

Still, he felt sick about it. They had decided early on that a keystone of their 'arrangement' would be transparency. So how would she react? Angry? Indifferent?

Jesus, here they were on the cusp of starting over again with a new life in a different city and he may have just fucked that up.

Just then, the screen on Corey's phone lit up with a text from her.

LAUREN: Landed.

A lump rose in his throat as he started the truck and put it in gear.

That the couple's new adventure had begun the minute the plane's tires touched the runway was a milestone of epic proportions.

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As Lauren made her way to the arrivals pick-up lanes, excitement and nostalgia tugged at her heartstrings. Nostalgia because this was it. Likely the last time she'd ever be in Des Moines, the place where she'd spent most of her life, got married, and raised her kids. Stepping out of the terminal and into the frigid breeze, the petite wife was grateful for the cozy sweater she was wearing. Shivers coursed through veins accustomed to eighty-five-degree air. But despite the cold, she was filled with an unequaled excitement. No more snow to shovel, no more allergies, and a renewed life with her husband.

Several minutes later, a familiar truck swerved around a car loading a family and braked hard at the curb in front of her. For just a moment, the long-married couple's eyes met and held, a rare connection each felt had been missing for the past few months. That feeling of immense love fostered by decades together swept over them as they smiled through the dirty, bug-splattered windshield of Corey's truck. Both felt it. With the house being sold and the move to make things permanent, the fresh start it would facilitate was almost overwhelming.

Perhaps it was the regretful backseat interlude with Trish that weighed heavily on Corey's mind, or maybe it was Lauren's remorse for her recent late-night foolishness. Whatever the reason, the couple was filled with a desire to reconnect. It was quite unexpected, and the conversation on the way home was surprisingly light and airy. Just normal stuff, mainly around the sale of the house and things they needed to do over the next twenty-four hours. No mentions of kinks or fetishes, boyfriends or trysts. Just like the old days.

During the cheery thirty-minute drive home, Corey went over how he saw it going down. First, they'd drop Lauren's overnight off at the house, pick up her car, then take the pickup to a dealer he'd found that had offered a reasonable price. They'd keep the Jetta, but there was no need for two cars in a metro area like Miami, especially when she could walk to the main office. Next, they would finish packing all the valuable items they were going to transport to themselves in a U-Haul, leaving everything else for the movers to stow in short-term storage.