A Housewife Or a Whore

[Snigdha]

Amit: "I want your whore cunt to be wet enough before I do anything with my penis."
 
Aparna could only moan and convey her feelings. Her hips and thighs were constantly gyrating in anticipation. Aparna experienced something she had never done before. Amit spat on her cunt and then started to smear his spit on her vulva and around. She remembered all those porn movies and the spitting. It made her feel so very whorish. It was simply perfect for her.
 
Amit then placed his knob on to her clitoris. Aparna could feel her breath stopping in anticipation. She parted her legs as wide as she could. She felt his knob pressing into her privates. She then felt him guide his knob from the top to the bottom of her vulva. Her cunt opened up nicely in anticipation of his entry but it did not happen. What happened was an ever increasing need to be penetrated. Amit guided his penis up and down on her vulva. He knew what he was doing but it was a mystery for Aparna.
 
Amit: "You are such a beautiful whore that I want to enjoy you forever but my current state of excitement in such that I cannot hold for more than a minute. I will penetrate you afterwards today."
 
Aparna gasped hearing his words. The way his knob was sliding on her vulva with her juices, his juices and his spit was making her wilder than she imagined. Her lower back arched more and more with every rub. She was pleasantly surprised to find herself getting over horny. Her cunt and hips had started to rhythmically tighten around his knob. He felt as if her cunt would suck up his knob and take it deep inside her hungry cunt. Both of them knew they were only a shade away from cumming hard.
 
Aparna: "Rub it faster please. I am going to cum."
 
Amit gently placed his free hand on her boobs. Aparna felt she could control no more. The extra sensations were making it impossible for her to hold back.
 
Amit: "What is stopping you whore? Cum like never before."
 
His loud moans forced her to open her eyes and take a look at the raw expressions on his face. His eyes closed as he released spurts of his warm semen on her clitoris. It triggered an orgasm so deep that she felt that she might pass away. She felt the sensations deep in every single cell of her. Amit could not help but huddle down on her body. He felt pleasures like never before. They lay in each other's arms for what seemed an eternity.
 
Amit: "Wash yourself Aparna. What if a single cell of my sperm makes its way deep into your ovaries? I hope you understand what I mean by I will protect you."
 
Aparna (kissing his arms): "I am on pill so I am already protected dear."
 
Amit: "You are indeed a customer's dream whore."
 
He kissed her back on her shoulders and hugged her. He then used the washroom and cleaned himself up. He sat on the laptop and started to work on completing the website.
 
Amit: "The only limitations I have written is that you don't like to be kissed on lips."
 
Aparna was surprised to realize that she was roaming around nude (with lights on) after sex for the first time in her life. It gave her a sense of freedom, a sense of liberation as well. A sense of getting in touch with things she liked.
 
She just nodded her approval. Her eyes were busy enjoying the other nude body in front of her.
 
Amit: "I have blurred the face of the pictures that I have put up."
 
Aparna just listened.
 
Amit smiled back at her. They also discussed other issues like protection from venereal diseases, how to screen the customers etc. Aparna was glad that she would not have to bother about such important issues. Amit would take care of them.
 
Amit: "You need to clarify one more thing. There are clients who have special requests. How do you propose to handle them?"
 
Aparna: "What kind of special requests do you mean?"
 
Amit could clearly make out that she had not envisaged anything of this kind.
 
Amit: "Different people have different kinks. Some client might request for a threesome. Some people like being watched, some people love watching and so on."
 
Aparna: "You can write that it depends on me if I agree for the special requests or not. Please also mention that special requests will attract special rates as well."
 
Amit: "Aparna, you will give every whore a run for their money."
 
Aparna blushed, grabbed his arms and sunk into his chest to move away from his constant stares. Aparna had brought nuts and juices while Amit worked.
 
Aparna: "Have some nuts and juices."
 
Amit: "Why?"
 
Aparna: "Proteins and liquids help you rejuvenate for second round."
 
Amit: "Second round of what?"
 
Aparna clearly whimpered as she answered his question.
 
Aparna: "Sex."
 
Amit did not seem to be in any kind of a hurry as he talked to her. Aparna did not look so patient though. Amit shifted his stares to the laptop and started working once again. He was almost done with minor details. His basic material was ready to be uploaded. He needed to finalize a name for her website. His penis dangled beautifully as he walked towards her. Aparna stood, absolutely mesmerized. A flash happened where she saw herself on the floor, giving him a blowjob. She felt so very whorish. She snapped out of her imaginations feelings Amit's hands on her body. Amit guided her back towards the bed.
 
Amit: "I want a name for the website. Which name comes first to your mind?"
 
Aparna was visibly chocking. She felt a renewed surge of hormones in her privates. She could not ever think that she would be doing this.
 
Aparna: "You are the pimp, you decide."
 
Amit took her hands and made her cup his balls. That was all the inspiration she needed. She could not muster enough courage to look into his eyes and she, once again, sunk into his chest while her hands fondled his testicles and not so limp penis.
 
Amit: "It is your kink and you have to decide it."
 
Her hands were not so gentle now as she felt the veins engorging with the fresh flow of blood (in his penis). She grasped his shaft quite hard but the movements she made were quite slow. It was something which Amit had never experienced. Aparna suggested a name.
 
Amit: "It sounds like some Chinese company trying to prove that they are number one."
 
Aparna: "Am I not number one in what I do?"
 
He did not say anything at all. He, instead, looked in the direction of her hands working on his privates.