A good whore (nerdfuck && Mr_Blonde ))

[nerdfuck]

Heather sat with her knees digging into the hard, cold floor. Her long brown and blonde hair curled down past her shoulders and rested several inches below her shoulders. Her bikini top had been removed and hung over the bathroom stall door, this of course left her large and curvaceous breasts free and loose. A manicured hand brushed up her bare chest, grazing the swell of her breasts and the knob of her nipple before dropping all together to lift some money off of the floor. Her plump lips pursed as she counted, storing it away in the bottoms of her bikini. She loved her job.

The young woman sat in front of a glory hole that had been used by many men that day, even by those that didn't know who was on the other side. She had just moved to a new neighborhood and the men who lived there had proved to be most corrupt. Moving had been the best career move of her life.

Hearing the bathroom door open again Heather pushed her hair back and pursed her lips as she directed her attention at the glory hoe. Another customer, she was hoping. Sucking dick made her so goddamn wet. She was such a fantastic whore for one reason and one reason only: she loved it. She loved that the men's wives were right outside, unknowning of their cheating husband's activities. That she was the one housing their seed and that she was the reason they didn't have sex quite as much, that she was... a homewrecker.

 

[Mr_Blonde]

"What's got you looking so chipper, Brad?" He asked as his neighbor joined him at his side. Mark inspected Brad quietly through the shade of his sunglasses, noting the way the man seemed to carry himself with a sense of pride. Brad smiled to himself what could have been called a devious, secretive manner before he shrugged his shoulders and instead of answering allowed the question to hang while he took a sip from the long neck of his beer bottle.

After another moment of silence under Mark's pressing look, Brad finally laughed to himself and answered in a playful tone. "It's a secret." he told the other married man, glancing around himself to ensure that nobody was within earshot for the news he was about to break to his long-time neighbor. Brad leaned in close, motioning for Mark to come a bit closer while he kept a watchful eye out for any potential children or wives that may pass by.

"I just got my cock sucked."

Brad said it so nonchalantly, in a matter-of-fact tone that Mark had no other choice but to react with incredulousness. He gave a short bark of laughter and stood straight again, regarding Brad as if he didn't believe him. Seeing Brad's smug smile, however, Mark knew the man must be telling the truth. Mark's eyebrows climbed his expression in question, and after a moment he leaned in again. "You're serious? By who.. your wife?" It was a safe assumption on Mark's part, but as Brad's smile spread even further and he shook his head quietly Mark found himself increasingly more curious.

"..who, then?" Mark asked, but before he could finish the question Brad had already put a hand up to silence the other man as Mark's wife came by to check in. The rather fashionable housewife smiled cheerily at Brad before she planted a kiss on Mark's cheek and inquired what the men where talking about. Mark, still dumbfounded with the revelation his friend had just passed was unable to answer, so Brad intercepted smoothly. "Oh, just sports." Brad knew the woman would find the topic most likely too boring for her tastes and would move on, and sure enough, after a cursory glance at her husband in which he confirmed with a nod, she smiled and patted his arm. "Well, then.. I'll let you to be. But remember, Mark, we've got to get going soon. The kid's practice ends in an hour." she reminded him before she left the men alone to their private conversation once again.

Once she was safely out of earshot, Mark leaned in again, eyeing Brad as if he still didn't believe him. "Okay, man... spill it."

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Mark found himself feeling rather nervous as he stepped into the small bathroom that was completed only with a set of stalls. Apparently, according to Brad's instructions, all he had to do was step into the first one and slip some cash through the hole and then stick his cock through next. It was almost too much to believe, but the reality of the situation became very apparent when Mark confirmed that there was a string bikini top hung over the door to the second stall, a little detail Brad had filled him in on so that he'd know he was telling the truth. Gulping to himself and taking a little breath, Mark walked quietly towards the set of doors and entered the first stall. His breathing was a bit irregular, perhaps with a mixture of both excitement and nerves and he felt as if his heart might beat right out of his ribcage any moment. Sure enough, as he entered the stall and locked the door behind him, Mark's eyes found the small hole cut into the wall that would lead through to the other side at about waist level. He gulped again and quietly withdrew his wallet, pulling out a fresh $100 bill before he folded it and pushed it through the hole. Next, with shaky hands, he undid the strings of his bathing suit bottoms and allowed them to slip from his hips and pool around his feet that were tucked into a pair of flip flops. He reached down and took hold of his semi-erect cock, giving it a little shake as if to wake it before he cautiously stepped up to the glory hole and pushed himself through to the other side. He chewed onto his lip nervously, preparing for what may happen next.

 

[nerdfuck]

It was getting towards the end of her 'shift', so Heather was winding down a bit and counting her money. She was slightly surprised at how much more she had made this time than last, clearly the men were getting the word out in their small circles and clearly her services were very much appreciated. The woman sat on her knees bare-chested as she counted her money, one man had even slipped her a twenty dollar bill as a tip. The entire scene was very dirty.

The beautiful woman glanced up when she heard the main door open and then shut. Footsteps approached and she carefully tucked her wad of cash away into her swimsuit bottoms. She had made so much more money this time, and was still getting customers, she wondered? Heather directed her attention to the glory hole and watched it carefully, waiting for the sign of payment. Sure enough a bill slipped through and she couldn't help but to let a sick smile plaster her plump lips. The money tucked away into her swimsuit and she took the few seconds before Mark stuck his dick through to tie her hair back in a loose housewife from hell up-do. When the semi-erect dick slipped through her soft hands grasped the base of it without hesitation, and as the other men had promised a pair of warm lips pressed to the head of it in a soft kiss. It was a promise.

Heather wasted no time in wrapping her lips around his head and letting it slide back into her throat with expert precision. Her head began to bob up and down his member, she sucked, her own drool mixed with the warmth of her mouth created a sort of haven to the senses for Mark. Heather's own nipples had hardened as she was growing increasingly wetter and wetter with each dick she sucked. It was an itch she would have to scratch later one way or another, but first thing was first. She had to get Mark off, earn that money.