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I should mention that Resha has large tits, which look even larger on her skinny body. They drew the eye, plus praise and attention from the guys. But the guys knew better than to say or do anything crude.
The married and engaged guys said a topless hug from "their new neighbor" was more than enough thanks, they had hispanic women to deal with, so erring on the side of caution was the best, they liked to wake up in the morning with all equipment attached. But she wound up with 6 guys to treat, all gathered in her living room.
She was clear that she expected no kisses, she said it would not be respectful to anybody who was kissing her mouth; she was a mouth-whore after all. She also mentioned that she did not fuck "as a service." But she wanted to please them all doing what she was good at, since she knew they would enjoy it. I backed her up on everything, saying she was very good indeed with her mouth, but I had not enjoyed any other charms.
She started with the shower, she dragged each sweaty moving guy into her bathtub/shower room where she got naked, removed their clothes and then gave them some very hands-on clean fun. After all, they had gotten hot and sweaty for her and those she cared about. They were encouraged to use their hands on her without any limitation while she washed them and teased them in the shower. Those who could not hold back the urge to suck on her nipples or tongue her pussy were allowed some extra time to indulge. She was delighted to find that they were all interested in some pleasing play for her in the shower. Her pussy was the most sensitive any of them had ever known, for every guy who tried she got off in no time on their lips. They were stunned. She enjoyed it, I noticed that it also took very little effort to please her when one used lips on her tits and a gentle hand below. But she did not let herself get tired out.
When each guy was done she thanked them and sent them to wait in the bedroom, then dragged the next guy out of the living room.
After they were all showered clean and gathered in the bedroom she got on her knees and serviced them with her lips, tongue, mouth and throat. As a professional mouth-whore her skill rocked their world. It was a little like bukake, in that she was on her knees in the center of a circle of standing guys, going from cock to cock, pleasing them with her mouth and the charming visuals. She was in charge, there was no pressure, no jerking off, and she really gave each of them a treat as she swallowed each cock. There were some new tricks added because she had unique professional skills.
She worked three times around the circle, to stretch things out. The first round was her lips and tongue, working to arouse the guys to a full erection. Once each guy was at 100% she turned to the next. Her hand was used only to make sure the previous guy stayed hard.
The second round was mouth sex, taking them into her mouth and then using it to stimulate them until they were aroused, and could feel their climax "waiting in the distance." She also threw in some tongue work on the parts hanging down. After dealing with asshole lawyers she was really good at reading the guys, so while there were close calls nobody popped early. She promised the finale would be worth the wait.
For the third round she added a bonus visual effect to the most fantastic oral sex most of them had ever known. She willingly took each cock into the entrance of her throat, deeper than they had ever been. Then at their deepest point she started swallowing. Knees buckled at the sensation.
The bonus visual effect came because she spread the guys out, so they were at arm's length. She was on her knees and stretched out with her arms to just hold the cock on either side. She was not jerking them, she just kept contact, to keep them stiff. The guys having some space from each other helped them. Plus she was wet from the shower, her hair was a delightful mess, and all of the skinny girl's upper body and neck muscles were standing out in relief like they were strained. The result was very reminiscent of a "crucifixion" pose, stretching her arms, showing a lot of body tension so she looked forced and strained. This visual was deliberate, she had read her audience and played to it. The very strong image pushed a LOT of buttons with the hispanic crowd. I was amazed at how her neck muscles looked strained as she swallowed. It looked hard on her, like she was in agony, but she kept a sly sincere smile at the corner of her lips.
Guys were told ahead of time that they could come like this, in her throat, if they wanted. (Actually it was super hard not to.) Or they could opt out of round three and ask for something else. Most took her throat, groaning at feeling such an intense climax as she took their release deep. She swallowed and gulped as their cocks each pumped out their shots of cum. It looked like almost a mortal strain on her, except her lips were smiling as she forced each guy to surrender to her. She finished each guy by tilting her head back, whispering a Hindu prayer and happily swallowing his gift as if it was a sacrament. It was a unique treat, a combination of skill and anatomical peculiarities they could not get anywhere else. After they came she made a point to thanking each guy like he had pleased her greatly, while assuring them that there was no great difficulty for her as she cleaned their cocks with her tongue.
(Later, Resha started teaching oral techniques to those married couples who asked for the training. She did not charge for this community service, but she always insisted on training the guy about giving oral sex to the lady first. For that reason the wives raved about her.)
There were a two guys who shyly whispered a request for other things: one asked for a facial, while the final guy, who waited until after the facial, when all the other workers were gone, wanted a tit fuck with climax on her face. Plus, he asked that she not clean up after the facial.
Both guys were embarrassed by what they wanted, but Resha encouraged them and was pleased to grant what they wanted after the other guys left. She acted like it was a great delight for her when each of the last two painted her face with his cum. Both said that they wanted to be respectful, but they said the sight of her face with cum dripping was a fetish they long desired, but could not ask a girl for. So Resha posed for them, giving them a memory to call up at will. Especially with a girl as attractive as her - she was so much more beautiful than anyone they dated - it was a powerful image they could keep in mind.
The shy and respectful attitude of the workers was such a contrast to the rich asshole lawyers she worked with that Resha was refreshed and reinvigorated after the last guy left. She really felt appreciated because she actually was appreciated.
The guys didn't say anything directly to me, but they made it clear that if there was a future assignment for the "Throat Lady" they were 100% on board. They felt they owed her.
After the last guy was satisfied Resha told me that she really had to keep a balance in her life with the people who helped her. It did not matter that the guys did so under orders, and to meet their duty requirements, as my guys had explained. To her it was a form of prayer or grace to repay what they had done with a personal service that she could gift to others. Even if the service was something another might not consider attractive or self-respecting.
I had to mention that being a lawyer, taking a strong position simply because we were paid to do so, meant that honest working girls were more self-respecting that most lawyers. She thought that was a wise observation, something she would keep in mind.
She did not do such "meaningful enhanced" personal services at work. There the lawyers treated her like "just a generic mouth whore," using her service as if they were getting coffee. They even called their time with the girls "coffee breaks!" So she only served them "basic coffee." Still, she suggested with a smile that, for one special lawyer, special services could be the rule, not the exception.
I said that what impressed me the most about her servicing all the guys was that she actually seemed to enjoy it. I don't mean she "looked like" she was enjoying it, rather there was a sincerity in her enjoyment, and that seemed to be driven by the fact that there were a lot of guys to pleasure.
She blushed at that, it was hard to tell because of her dark skin, but she did blush. She said I caught her. Yes, she did like sex. She liked sex with multiple guys a great deal, even if it was just giving oral sex. Part of it was empathy, she picked up on the joy "nice" men were taking from her body. It made her feel womanly, completed, and satisfied. Also, she liked it physically. Getting cum from several guys was, to her, as good as going out to a great dinner. It did not matter if they came inside her body or outside.
She admitted that she was easy for manual sex, but that oral sex on her pussy got her out of her mind, she liked it so much. That was why she did not do it, she liked it so much she "lost control and made bad choices." Her boyfriend had been able to manipulate her so easily with his fingers that she did things she would not have done in her right mind. She was deeply hurt by his betrayal but even worse was how her child was born into a bad situation, causing pain through generations unless they were "good enough to move up" toward enlightenment. Her pain was not big deal, but it hurt her whenever she thought of her child and the generations that would follow. They would suffer for her choices.
After servicing all those guys - including the facial and the tit-fuck - she was kind of a mess, so I said I would wash her - just wash her body, and then leave. She said that she would not want me to leave, as she was vulnerable. I would touch her, and then she would need to be with me. But she said she could see how I would be turned off by her soiled body.
I said that had noting to do with it, that like the guys, I found her attractive when she proudly showed how she was "used" to satisfy several men. That was, in fact, part of why I wanted to wash her - I wanted to praise her sexual performance.
She replied, "If you come in the shower with me, you will put your hands on me. You are special, a rich powerful man who has favored me, and my child. I am unworthy, but I will want you, that is how I work. Will you be strong and leave me unfulfilled? Or will you use my pussy for release when I offer it."
"You are tempting, I must say that. But I have obligations, so I will leave after."
"It is like you are a Brahman. I don't deserve knowing you. Okay, I will let you clean me." So we got in the shower together. I admit that the hugs and embraces were not really needed, but we both liked them. I liked them a lot. She refused to kiss my mouth, but she had no problem kissing my chest and neck, and my embrace of these acts satisfied her greatly. Plus it did me no harm. I returned the favor, plus I put my mouth to her belly button and made noises to her delight.
Of course I got hard, and she liked to have her hands on me, stroking, feeling around, playing. I returned the favor, and the first time I touched her pussy it was more sensitive than I thought she would be. She really was a joy to play with.
At one point things shifted and we were both surprised. I rubbed across her pussy, but instead of moving past I stopped there. Maybe I used a slightly stronger force. Suddenly Resha jumped and shivered at the same time, moaning and gasping. "Hold me... hold me there... sahib..." she whispered as she pressed her body against my hand, insisting on keeping contact. I stayed in place but moved my fingers a little, trying to pet her. I guess it was the right thing to do. Pressing herself against me she suddenly stiffened, clung to me and gave a little sob of release as my fingers moved in her valley. She hugged me tight and her mouth latched on to a nipple, something which does not happen to me routinely. Honestly, I have never had anyone get off so quickly and intensely on my fingers with so little effort.
It was a few moments before she could look at me, I gather that she felt shame in some way. I held her close and whispered that it was okay, and I was sorry if I caused a problem.
She insisted that it was not my fault, it was her own failing.
I was surprised. She wasn't, but she said she was sorry that she had "presumed" upon me. She looked up at me with needy eyes. "I like you. You have done good for me and my precious baby. To thank you I would be your whore in every way every night if I could."
"Your baby sleeps far from my bed." I was saying we would not spend nights together. A small part of her did not care, she wanted to be my whore anyway. It was what she understood in terms of people with different levels of status.
But I saw that more of her understood, Resha was a mother first and her child was important.
When she was calmed down - it took some time where she would not let go of me, and to be honest I was glad to hold her. To break the tension I asked if she had lost her bearings and thought I was Sam. She was confused by the reference until she remembered fastening on my nipple. Then she hid her eyes like she was ashamed, but we were both kidding and she knew it. She started to get back to normal.
Then she looked up at me with a mischievous smile as she deliberately touched herself. "I must say, that was very good for me. You of all men knows I must return the favor," she said, licking her lips. She sank to her knees, but as delightful as that might be for me, I pulled her up again.
"Tit for tat... you have to use your hands."
She made a faux pouty face, then thought for a minute. "My hands... and my body?" she asked.
I allowed how my nipple said that was reasonable.
She smiled, took hold of my cock and started with rubbing. Not stroking my cock, instead she rubbed the tip of my cock against her body, moving from her pubic mound, to her breast, then with a smile to her navel. She soaped up and did some tit-fucking. It was all working me up but was not going to get me off. She knew that, she just wanted to play with my fun part.
Well, I guess that was only fair.
The one purely sexual thing she tried to do was rub my cockhead along her slit, but I was too tall to do that standing in the shower, and I was not going to let her change the venue.
Finally we had enough play so she was ready to demand my release in a novel and remarkable fashion. The girl was a pro so she knew tricks and what she wanted. That included her setting her own schedule. She started the countdown by turning her back to me, pressing my cock into her wonderful butt crack using her hands. I had to squat a bit to get the best effect in terms of her butt cheeks. She was pressing against me and insisting I had to play with her tits.
"Harder," she said. "Feeling them does not do it. You must twist the nipples... Give me pain as pleasure... I need it... Yes, that is better."
When I was brutal enough with her tits she began rubbed me in the crease of her ass with her butt and both hands rubbing my cock. That means she moved while I stayed more-or-less still. She moaned how she wanted me inside, either hole, both holes, whatever.
I said that perhaps it would happen someday soon. "Maybe not just me," I whispered.
Those words really got her excited.
I held still, she moved up and down. Her hands rubbed the sides of my cock, going over the head and the ridge and part of the shaft as her body moved on the tip. It was like the tit-fuck with her ass but better, because the butt had a deep crease, was round but muscular, and flexed with her movement. Plus the hands pressing made it tighter. Then she reached down with one hand and caressed my balls with her fingertips. Normally that is a "no touch zone" but she had a light touch that was perfect even with her long fingernails.
"Harder on my tits," she said.
They were soapy so I could not get a good grip, as I squeezed and twisted tighter they just slipped more. I tried harder. That started doing it for her and frankly they felt wonderful.
It was a diversion. I was so focused on her nips that - as she intended - my climax snuck up on me. Suddenly her one hand stopped moving with her butt and instead she held me while she dragged her crease in a circular motion on my cockhead. At the same time the other hand pressed a little more as it dragged across my balls.
That was the trigger, I had to release, I was overcome with the need to climax. I got off one grunt, I was so surprised the air was going the wrong way, into my lungs, so I could not yell. Her fingertips on my balls released at the perfect time. Her fingers on my cockhead did not release, but they left space over my pee-hole so I squirted my cum like a hose into the crack of her ass. She kept her butt moving, my cock was still in the crease so she moved with each spasm that flew out of me. When I was done - it seemed to take longer that usual for me to finish the drama - she leaned her back against my body, getting the cum all over her back and my front.
She loved it, and the effect carried as the scent of my cum lingered in the air. When she left the bathroom after she closed the door to keep the scent of my cum as long as possible.
For me it was unique, and I loved it.
Of course, before we left we had to shower off again, but I insisted on minimal contact.
When we were dressed and I was ready to leave I could see she wanted to kiss me, but knew she shouldn't try. I could see it in her eyes.
I promised her, "someday we will do that... we will do it all."
"But I am a whore," she said, like it made things impossible.
"You know, I have heard that. A really good one, who is worth a lot more than she is paid." She perked up at that. "Plus you like it. As for me, I am a slimy lawyer... you know that, so you probably don't want any more to do with me." She howled her laughter at that. I tried to be sincere. "You should know I love to see your body soiled by the pleasure of many men, and your smile while their gifts are dripping from your face, and your grace lighting their smiles." Then I changed my tone, to something serious, something that sounded like I was taking a vow. "But I also like you clean, inside and out, when I can have you all to myself. Say those words to Li and see what she says. The day will come when I will feast on all you can offer... on all the wonderful gifts your body can offer... to make you crazy with pleasure."
She shivered at that, I could see she knew I meant it. I would have her completely, including her heart.
Another for my collection.
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Chapter 23. A Pimp Learns
Resha's house, 49 Territory
Monday June 9, 2008
4:00 PM
Resha called my cell phone a week after she moved in. She said that a pimp, who the Scorpions drove off bleeding, had tracked her to her new home and was now snooping around. I cut her off and told her she had to talk to the block captain, that 49 had special rules for dealing with pimps in the area. She sounded dubious, because the block captain was a woman, but did as I asked.
I heard the story later.
In late summer of last year, while Resha was "independent," she started moving outside her local market and into some higher-priced markets selling her services. She really needed the money. She tried to pick locations without pimps, but the lowest of vermin come out of the corners everywhere. This one, Reggie, was especially persistent. He claimed to have three girls all making top dollar, and now he wanted to add Resha to his stable. Since "she was black, he got the first crack," at joining. He tried to temp her with drugs, and tried to get her to drink beverages he just happened to have, but Resha always turned him down. They did this dance every week or two, when he ran into her.
