The Professional

An exciting encounter at the casino

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She approached me out of the blue at the bar in the casino.

“Hi handsome, are you going to buy me a drink or what?” she asked. She was good-looking, I had to say, wearing a little black number and carrying an expensive clutch. Not the kind of woman that I usually attracted. I’m sure my winning streak at the blackjack table had nothing to do with it.

“Bartender? Whatever the lady wants, please!” I called to the guy at the rail.

“White wine,” she told him.

“What’s your name, beautiful?” I asked her.

“Willa, Willa Ferreyra. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” she replied, extending her hand. “And you?”

I took her hand and lightly brushed the back with my lips. “You can call me John,” I said.

I threw down a fat tip when the bartender returned with her wine. Her eyes lit up.

“Cheers! A toast to new friends!” I said. We drank and flirted until I finally got to the point.

“And what do you do for a living, Ms. Willa Ferreyra?” I asked.

“I think you already know the answer to that question, John.” she replied with a wink. “$300 an hour. I have a room upstairs.”

“Well then,” I said, as I slid three $100 chips along the bar, “I think we should go upstairs.”

“I agree,” she said, putting the chips in her purse. She took my hand and led me to the elevator.

As she pressed the button for the fourth floor, I tried to kiss her, but she turned away. “No kissing,” she stipulated, “too intimate for me.”

I followed her out of the elevator and down the hallway. Her ass was mesmerizing, and she knew it. She glanced at her watch as she opened the door.

In her room, she stopped with her back towards me, “My zipper, please?”

I undid her zip and her dress fell to the floor. She removed her bra and turned to me. Her tits were magnificent. I roughly grabbed one in each hand. “How many men have cum on these today?” I asked.

“Only one, and I’ve showered since,” she giggled.

I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her tits to my face. After a careful examination, I squeezed and sucked them, engorging her nipples and eliciting some light moans. My cock grew rock hard in my pants.

“On your knees, whore. Time to earn your pay. Open my pants!”

She put a pillow on the floor and got on her knees as I took off my shirt. Her unzipping and lowering my pants allowed my cock to spring free.

“I would have charged extra if I knew he was this big,” she said before swallowing him down.

There is no comparison to a professional blowjob. And this woman was a professional’s professional. Keeping steady eye contact, she licked and kissed up and down my shaft while she fondled my balls with her hand. She swallowed him deeply in her throat, gagging and choking. She took him in her mouth and pressed him against the inside of her cheek, making the classic “BJ” bulge on her face. It would have been funny if it didn’t feel so damn good.

“You like that? Sucking a stranger’s cock?” I asked her. “Do you enjoy a man you just met 20 minutes ago being balls-deep in your throat?”

She pulled my cock from her mouth with a loud ‘POP’ and looked in my eyes. “It’s my favorite part of the job,” she said with a smile.

I couldn’t take any more, I needed to fuck this woman. “On the bed on your back, you dirty girl!” I ordered.

She obeyed and lay back. As I pulled off her panties, she lifted her hips to help. I got my first glimpse of her pussy. She was hairless and beautiful. Her tiny slit looked pristine, surprising considering her profession.

I rubbed her clit with my thumb as I asked, “How many cocks have been in there today?”

“You’ll be the fourth and the biggest!” she grinned.

“Well, I’ll pass on oral, then. But I can get you started with these,” I said, as I inserted two fingers inside her. Rubbing her clit as I massaged her g-spot, I felt her get wetter and wetter. It was time.

I put on a condom and entered her. I started slowly, but before long, I had her legs pinned back and was jackhammering as hard as I could. She was moaning as she said, “None of the other guys fucked me this hard! Keep going, John, do it harder!”

I complied and did my best to drill her completely into the mattress. It was exhausting.

“Wait a minute! I’m paying here, and I need a break. You get on top.” I told her.

I lay back, and she climbed aboard. I made her work for her money, keeping her bouncing and grinding on my cock for 20 minutes. She did have a couple of orgasms (or maybe she’s just a good actress).

“Now I need a break,” she complained, as a sheen of sweat covered her body.

“You’re still on the clock,” I told her. “Get on your hands and knees. Let me see that beautiful ass!”

She complied, and I entered her from behind. She looked spectacular as her cheeks jiggled from the impact of my pelvis.

“Dirty whore, fucking strangers for money!” I cried, and then savagely pumped into her even harder.

She looked at her watch and announced, “You only have 10 minutes left.”

“I want to cum in your mouth,” I told her.

“That’s an extra hundred,” she replied.

I got another chip from my pants as she got on her knees. I removed my condom and showed her the chip. She began sucking me vigorously, inspired by the bonus. She used all the tricks of the trade, and it wasn’t long before I exploded inside her. She popped my cock out of her mouth and opened wide to show me my load. Then she swallowed it with a gulp and a smile.

“Worth every penny,” I say, handing her the chip, “but now I’ve got someplace to be.”

I got dressed, then slapped her ass as I went to the door.

“Well, it was nice to meet you, Ms. Willa Ferreyra. Maybe we will see each other again,” I said.

I left her room, and the door shut behind me.

I moved down the hallway, out of sight of the peephole, and checked my watch. Ninety seconds had passed when I heard the door open. She put her head out and saw me.

“You weren’t really leaving, were you?” she asked.

“Of course not, I told your mom we’d pick up the kids before 9. We should get going,” I answered as I walked back inside. “Willa Ferreyra?”

“Hey, I’ve been watching Succession,” she laughed, pulling on her sweatpants. “What? You didn’t like Willa?”

“Willa was wonderful,” I replied, kissing my wife. “Oh, and I hope you were teasing about your other three ‘clients’, but if not, you’re paying all of the bills this month.”