CONFESSIONS OF A RURAL STATE WHORE
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CHAPTER 7
THE CHOCOLATE GUY
Some men liked to make a show of trying to being romantic or impressing their whore. I'm not sure what drives this impulse, since we both knew that I was usually there to put out in one way or the other. Maybe it had to do with some insecurity where they needed to show someone how much they had accomplished or how desirable of a mate they would make. If it would make them feel good about the evening, though, I was not going to stand in the way when $500 cash was going into my pocket.
Arrangements were made for me to meet someone who had newly moved to the city. I was to show up at a specific address at a specific time. I was to wear a long-sleeved button-down shirt with only the collar button undone, grey slacks, and a thin black belt. My instructions were to knock on the door of the apartment three times.
The door opened quickly, so it was obvious that my host for the evening was ready for me. He was a few inches shorter than me and very thin. He had a noticeable five-o'clock shadow on his face, and his dark hair was parted on the right. His grin showed a dimple on only one side, and a small tuft of dark hair could be seen poking from the top of his cream-colored silk button-down shirt. He gave me a kiss on the cheek as he took my hand and invited me in.
There was definitely a "romance him, impress him, seduce him" vibe that night. The lighting in his living room was dim, but not dark. Two long white tapered candles on his coffee table illuminated an expensive bottle of red wine, two glasses, and a collection of expensive chocolates. Instrumental music played softly and was just barely audible as he led me to the couch. I sat near the middle of the sofa, and he poured us each some wine.
We chatted as we sipped wine and nibbled chocolates. He was an "information architect," though he was not able to adequately explain what that actually meant. After a while, I was apparent to me that it was just a fancy title that goes on a business card to sound impressive.
He was very careful to make himself sound very intelligent, also. The conversation ping ponged from the music of Phillip Glass to organic chemistry to obscure Greek myths to photography and several other points. While I was not an expert on any of these matters, I was bright enough to ask questions that gave him an opportunity to explain further. His conversation would have been very off-putting in any another context, but I was being well-paid to make him feel good. If this is what it took, I was willing to suffer through the conversation.
One of my hands rested on the back of his couch while I held my wine glass, and he began to lightly Ð- almost absent-mindedly Ð- run two fingers across mine. He asked how I was enjoying the wine, the music, the chocolates, and the company. I assured him that everything was as perfect as a person could reasonably hope for.
"The chocolates are really good, aren't they?" he asked.
"They are wonderful," I replied. "A good chocolate is one of life's great pleasures." I sincerely meant every word of this. I adored good chocolate.
After I said this, he looked into my face, as if trying to figure something out in his head. Then he took the glass from my hand, put both mine and his on the coffee table, and moved closer. He reached to the chocolates and took a small one from the selection. He held it between his thumb and forefinger directly in front of my lips.
Looking carefully into his eyes, I leaned forward until the candy was just touching my lips. I opened them, extending my tongue to lick the underside of the chocolate Ð and also the edge of his thumb. I then wrapped my lips around the candy and took it into my mouth.
His hands immediately embraced my cheeks, and he pulled my face to him. He pressed his lips against mine and opened them, extending his tongue to my mouth. He licked at my tongue and pulled the chocolate into his mouth to partake of it. Then it was pushed back into mine. He made a game of it, continuing to kiss me as it melted.
As the last firmness of the candy disintegrated in our mouths, another piece touched the corner of my mouth. Our lips parted and my mouth enveloped it. My host wrapped his hand behind my head and pulled me tightly into his kiss, deepening it. He ran his fingers through my hair roughly as he savored the mixture of melted chocolate and my saliva.
He continued kissing me, pulling me closer. He was an excellent kisser. He moved his mouth like an expert, alternately pushing his tongue in and then retreating. His hands roamed across my fully clothed torso and up to my head, and I responded in kind.
Good wine, good chocolate, and good kissing mixed together in my mind until I was almost giddy with delight. I had come across far too few good kissers in my work, and this one exposed me to something new with passing chocolates while kissing. I looked forward to seeing how things progressed that night.
In the meantime, we seemed to be wearing too many clothes. I removed my hands from his back and brushed my hands across his chest. He was very thin Ð almost too skinny for my taste Ð but his small hard nipples protruded through his silk shirt. As my thumb gently touched one, he stiffened and gave a shuddering breath.
I grinned to myself as I moved my lips from his mouth and down to his neck. Nipples were a sensitive spot on him. This was good to know. My fingers slid over the little nub again.
"Gently," he whispered. "I like just barely a touch."
I could accommodate that, and I did. He leaned his head back as I moved from one side of his neck to the other, and I lightly brushed the silken fabric across his right nipple. He gave a little gasp and a little groan and melted into me a bit. I raised my head and kissed him lightly on the lips.
He slid back away from me slightly on the couch. My fingers continued so slowly glide across his shirt and nipples. I slightly pinched the fabric on his chest and shook it so that the silk all but vibrated against the stiffened nubs. His eyes rolled back slightly as he began to collapse in pleasure before catching himself.
He gave a slight smile and closed his eyes as I continued go gently run the fabric across his chest. He reached up to undo the buttons on his shirt. As soon has he had given me enough room, I slipped my hand beneath the shirt and grazed the hard, small nubbin on one pectoral. I placed it between two fingers and slowly drew my hand back, causing him to give a little moan.
My host's hands had stopped working, but the muscles in his face tremored in delight. I returned to kissing his neck and I removed my hand from beneath his shirt so that I could finish unbuttoning it. As I pulled the tucked shirt tails from his trousers, he put his hands on my shoulders.
"Wait," he breathed.
I leaned back and looked at him questioningly. I didn't think I had been doing anything he did not enjoy, but he was the one paying for the time and attention. "What is it?"
"I need to go get something," he said, "and we're both a little overdressed, now." He caught his breath and stood, hairy chest and belly exposed to the air and candlelight. "I'll be back in a minute. You get undressed."
I grinned to myself and began unbuttoning my own shirt. I figured that he was leaving to get condoms and lube, because most people kept those in their bedroom instead of the living room. Not knowing how much time I would have, I began to hurriedly take off my clothes. I noticed a light shining through an open doorway, and it remained on.
I piled my discarded clothes on the floor near the end of the couch. I sat back down, completely naked, and leaned back into the cushions. I exposed myself in the direction that my host had left and began fingering my cock, anticipating his return.
Presently, he returned and tood in the doorway, silhouetted by the light from the other room. I could see that he carried a bottle of some sort in one hand, but I could not tell what it was. I assumed that it was probably lube. The other hand held what looked like a towel.
He walked slowly and uncertainly into the living room. As he neared the candle light, I could see he was also naked. He had low-hanging balls, and his semi-erect cock sprouted from a trimmed tuft of pubic hair. His frame was very thin Ð almost bony Ð but lithe and well-toned.
He sat the bottle down on the coffee table, and I saw that it was not a big bottle of lube. He had brought a bottle of chocolate sauce.
"O.K.," he said uncertainly. "This might sound a little weird."
I cocked an eyebrow and smirked a little. I had been prostituting myself for almost ten years by this point, and I had experienced some unusual tastes. Chocolate sauce would not even rank in the top 20 at this point.
"Can you lick this off of me?"
That's not what I expected. I had assumed that he wanted to lick it off of me. But he was good looking, I really liked chocolate, and he was paying for the time and the experience. "Of course."
He arranged the towel on the couch and laid down on it, face up. He propped his head on a throw pillow. He wriggled a little to settle himself in and make himself comfortable, spreading his legs slightly. He took two deep breaths, and his thin hairy chest rose and fell. He closed his eyes tightly. "I'm ready."
I leaned over to kiss him lightly on the lips while reaching back for the bottle. It was cold to the touch; he had been keeping it in either the refrigerator or freezer. Breaking he kiss, I pushed up the top of the squeeze-bottle and brought it near his lips. Exerting careful pressure, I watched as a very thin thread landed on his upper lip.
His lips parted in the shock of the temperature as he inhaled. I quickly withdrew the bottle, stuck out my tongue, and forcefully licked the path that the drizzle had taken. My host's tongue protruded from his mouth, attempting to draw me into another kiss, but I was intent on cleaning the chocolate. He was only able to lick my cheek and chin before I drew my head back.
My next target was his neck. I lifted his chin with the palm of my empty hand and held the bottle with the other above from my target by about the length of my forearm. I could feel him trembling beneath my fingers as I held the cold thick liquid over him. I waited for him to relax.
I curled the fingers of my empty hand across his chin and to his lips. He immediately took two into his mouth and began sucking them intently. His tongue slid over and between them, kissing my fingers with passion. As he focused on this task, I gave a squeeze to the bottle.
A blob of cold, dark liquid fell into the hollow space at the base of his neck. His teeth bit down on my fingers, but not painfully, and he emitted a high-pitched noise that was somewhere between a scream and a moan. My warm tongue quickly followed, giving a fierce lick from his sternum and up his neck. I removed my fingers from his mouth and replaced them with my tongue, feeding him the chocolate sauce that had recently been on his neck.
He writhed on top of the towel, wrinkling it up underneath his thin body. He was very obviously appreciating and loving the difference in temperature between the refrigerated liquid and my mouth, the taste, and the contact. In all honesty, so I was I. This was an excellent form of foreplay.
My plan was to continue tracking further and further south, teasing as I got closer to his average-sized dick. I soon discovered a problem, though.
At the first drizzle across his chest, nothing made it to his skin. His chest hair was just a little too thick and long. The syrup matted in it and was being held above the skin but only by a tiny degree. I cleaned the area and reconsidered. There were parts of his torso that had little to no hair. I needed to focus on those.
The obvious targets were his nipples, but he would be expecting that. If they were as sensitive as he let on, he needed to feel some anticipation before that happened. I continued with the cold droplets on the next, the sides of his stomach, anywhere that the hair was missing or at least thinner. My warm tongue and lips cleaned him thoroughly before the next bit fell.
I switched the squeeze bottle into the other hand. It was still very cold, and now the fingers that had been holding it for the last few minutes were also chilled, almost numb. While he was focused on the bottle, I gently caressed his right nipple between my cold digits, rolling the tip between my thumb and forefinger.
With a sharp intake of breath, his eyes opened wide. His right hand reached up and grabbed my wrist tightly, but there was no attempt to move it away. While his attention was focused on his right nipple, a quick blob of chocolate sauce landed on his left.
"God," he exclaimed, releasing my hand.
I moved deliberately, opening my mouth and engulfing his chocolate-covered nipple. I sucked for a moment, nursing the sauce from his skin, before I began flicking my tongue against just the tip. I felt his free tightly clasping my head to his chest as I continued giving little butterfly kisses with my tongue.
I stopped and came up for air. Raising up off of him, I looked him in the face. "Flip over," I instructed.
He looked momentarily confused, but complied. His back was almost completely smooth, and his pert little ass was now pointed toward the ceiling. His butt was lightly hairy, beginning to get a little furry just below the slightly-visible tan lines at his waist. He slightly raised his hips and moved them while spreading his legs a bit, offering himself to me.
I would be entering him in time. I had no questions in my mind about that. But first, the chocolate sauce was still cold, and there was a goodly amount of mostly hair-free territory to explore.
I raised the bottle up and took aim. The first drops fell and landed just above his ass crack. I moved my arm toward his head and squeezed, leaving a thick line along his spine up to his shoulder blades. My host whined audibly and turned his head into the throw pillows. He buried his face as I put the bottle on the coffee table.
I decided to clean him off going in the same direction as the mess I had made. I got behind him and took his asscheeks in my hands, prying them apart. A small bit of chocolate was slowly starting to move down between them, so I flicked out my tongue and began the cleanup. The barest tip of my tongue touched just the edge of his hole, and he quivered. He tried to gently raise his hips to feed me his hole, but I kept a firm grip on him to prevent that.
I raised my head. "Not yet," I said. "We need to get you cleaned up, first."
His muscles relaxed again, and I began lapping at the dark streak going up his back. In short order, the skin was once again all one color. I moved back to put my face closer to his butt, quietly reaching again for the bottle.
While the chocolate was beginning to warm slightly, it was still reasonably cold to the touch. I made a bead fall at the top of his ass and left a generous stream tracing the depths of his crack. Beginning at the bottom I licked hard, pausing to give his hole some tonguing. The syrup slowly oozed from the top of his crack down to my tongue, making his hole taste extra sweet.
I heard him mutter something as I was half-rimming and half-cleaning him, but I could not make out the words. I finished bathing his crevice with my efforts and raised my head. "Did you say something?"
"Side," he breathed.
"Side?"
"Inside."
"Inside what?"
"Put some of that inside of me."
I paused. This was starting to get a little weird. Many people had asked me to put things inside of their ass before, but it had always been something firm. Dildos, vibrators, vegetables Ð everything had been slid in by hand, usually so my client could be fucked with them. I'd never been asked to squirt a liquid foodstuff into someone's ass before.
I considered for just a moment and shrugged to myself. He was the paying customer, and it was not my place to judge.
I placed the very end of the squeeze bottle firmly against his asshole, already slick from my spit. I could feel the chilled liquid moving go that end of the bottle as the weight redistributed and the temperature began to change under my fingers. "Is this what you want?"
"Yes." He whispered.
"Is it?"
"Please. Yes."
"Are you sure?" I nudged the bottle just a little, ever so slightly penetrating him with just the tip. I knew I was teasing him a little, but he seemed desperate for this to happen. The anticipation would heighten the experience if it was drawn out just a little.
"Please," he begged, raising his ass to try to engulf the bottle's tip.
I denied him his goal, at least for now. As he raised his hips, I pulled back the bottle a bit, letting if more or less float. "Please what?"
He raised his voice and turned his head. "Just squeeze the fuckingÑ"
He did not get to finish his sentence. He eyes opened wide as I gave a good squeeze, flooding the first few inches of his colon with cold chocolate syrup.
I immediately pulled the bottle back and set it on the coffee table. Spreading his cheeks again with my hands, I dived in face first. His hole was now slightly leaking the sauce, making his ass taste even sweeter than before. I closed my eyes and plunged my tongue in as deeply as I could.
My client gave a small scream and bucked into my face. His hands clutched at the couch cushions as he buried his head into the pillows. Using my hands, I forced his hips down and spread his legs wide to reach even further inside of him. I was not going to be denied this delicious taste treat.
I devoured his hole for almost half an hour. I came up for air several times, panting heavily and sweating, only to begin again when a small dribble of chocolate leaked from him. His hole began to relax into almost a gape as I continued tongue-fucking him. The noises of satisfaction he emitted drove me to eat in a more frenzied manner.
Finally, my host raised himself to his elbows. He was breathing as heavily as I was. He adjusted his legs to close off my buffet.
"Bedroom."
"Lead the way," I replied. I had cleaned him inside and out as well as I could. I wanted to be inside that now-opened hole.
Wrapping my wrist in his fingers, he pulled urgently at me as he led me through his apartment and to his bed. He practically flung me onto the mattress so that I was on my back. Immediately, he climbed on top of me. Leaning over, he gave me a hungry, desperate kiss while he reached back and maneuvered my cock into position against him.
Without breaking the kiss, he pushed himself down, taking me into him all at once. A high-pitched growl came from his throat; he had been wanting to get fucked for a long time tonight, and he was going to be satisfied no matter what.
The warm slickness of his insides enveloped me, and I moaned in delight myself. He ground his bony ass against my hips, forcing me in as deeply as he could.
A thought made its way to the front of my brain. I turned my head to break the kiss. "Condom," I panted.
He took my earlobe into his mouth and began sucking and licking. "Mmm?" he questioned.
"I don't have a rubber on, and I'm inside you."
My client released my lobe and brought his lips directly to my ear canal. "I know," he whispered in an almost inaudible voice. "That's how I want you."
"But IÑ" I began. However, he pushed himself in a sitting position and began furiously riding my dick, fucking himself with my cock as best he could.
I knew I shouldn't be doing this. It was risky and arguably unethical for a whore to fuck a client bare in those days. Nevertheless, my brain was on overdrive from the sensations I was feeling, and he was obviously needing this. I closed my eyes, steeled myself, and made my decision.
I put my hands on his hips and began thrusting, pushing into him as we synched our motions. I used the strength in my arms to make him bounce harder into me by pulling upward and slamming him back down, and he reached for his cock. It was leaking copiously with precum, and my belly was already slick with the stuff. I pounded hard into him, forcing him to ignore his dick and use both hands to brace himself on the bed. His unhindered dick slapped repeatedly and quickly against my stomach.
"Oooooohhh fuuuuuuuuuuuucccckkkkk" he exclaimed, punctuated by the staccato machine gun sounds of my hips slapping loudly against has ass from below. His voice rose in pitch to almost a whine as I drove in and out of him, my bare skin sliding into his. His hole wrapped around me lovingly, and his insides caressed my length.
I shifted my hands and slowed my pace, going for slow-and-powerful instead of fast fucking. I pushed him up higher off of me. I slowly pulled out before thrusting up as hard as I could. I held for a moment, grinding my cock into him before I repeated the motions.
My client finally was able to begin jerking his cock, and he did so with a vengeance. He cried out with each my thrusts, and he began anticipating them. Each time I thrust into his prostate, he would give a fresh burst of speed for a couple of seconds as he savored the sensation of me plowing into his ass.
I could feel him stiffening around me, and I knew he was building himself up to blast across my chest. I maintained my pace, as he was obviously enjoying it. He began to straighten up, sitting taller as I continued to push in as deep as I could on each heave. He arched backwards and froze. His mouth dropped open, and his eyes rolled back and I shoved in and held.
A small whimper escaped from his throat, and I felt his asshole begin to clench tightly around my cock. I knew he was getting close to popping off, and I was going to do my best to push him over the top. I began to quicken my pace again as he began to cry out.
He hunched over and began to cum. After the second pulse, I tried to match each push into him with each of his shots.
After the sixth, his eyes went wide. "What the fuck?" he exclaimed before he began to convulse again. "Don't stop. You're making me cum again!"
He was largely shooting blanks, but I had no reason to doubt him. I could feel his hole squeezing my dick rhythmically as I continued to work on him from below. Eventually, he leaned forward and collapsed on top of me, and I shifted position slightly to remain inside of him.
Wrapping my arms around him, I rolled over to pin him beneath me. I slid out briefly but quickly re-entered. I lay on top of him, pressing his cum between us, as I continued to fuck his ass. I didn't care that he had already gotten off Ð it was my turn. If he wanted me to fuck him bare, he was going to take my seed inside of him.
My host clutched me tightly to him as I maintained my pace. "Oh fuck," he muttered over and over. He reached out his tongue and began licking my earlobe again.
That was all the additional stimulation I needed. I knew I was going to bust inside of him, and I knew he wanted me to. He would not have insisted on fucking bareback if he did not want to be bred. "I'm going to drop my load in you, you know," I growled as I passed the point of no return.
He moved his hands to clutch at my ass and pull me into him. "Do it. Give it to me."
I did. I curled into him to unload as deep into his guts as I could reach. His own cum that had been shot over my stomach smeared between us as I speared at his insides with my final push. He tried to physically pull me in deeper as he clutched at me. "Damn, I can feel you shooting in me," he said breathlessly.
I stayed plugged into him for several minutes after I shot as we caught out breath and our sweat and his cum dried. I did not want my fluids leaking out of him until he had a chance to absorb it into himself. His ass had opened up from just a vigorous tonguing; I could only imagine how it might gape after getting fucked like this. The room grew quiet as I laid on top of him as our breathing slowed. We both seemed hesitant to break the silence.
At last, my client did. "That," he said, "was incredible." I couldn't disagree.
After I left, I took myself off the job for a short time. I had fucked a client without a condom, which potentially exposed myself to the virus that caused AIDS, which was only marginally treatable at the time. After waiting a few semi-worried weeks without developing any flu-like symptoms, I took myself in for STD/HIV testing. Everything came back negative, and I was ready to go back to work.