The Professional Whore – Part 3 (The Agreement To Be A Whore!)

Disclaimer: This is a completely fictional story (like my previous one) and a creation of my imagination. Any similarity to anyone alive or dead is purely coincidental. If you enjoy this story, if it made you wet or hard, if it made your insides tingle, leave me feedback. Your feedbacks fuel my imagination. [email protected]. – TH(the author)

Back in her room, Jenny jotted down in her diary, ‘Handjob in a train-Done.’

What difference did a train and metro make? The point was she milked him well?

But things were different with the intern. He didn’t go to his rented room after the incident. He knocked at the door of his ex-girlfriend.

“What are you doing here, Aaron?” Waheeda, his ex, was rather rude.

Aaron, that was the intern’s name. Before Waheeda could react, he pushed her inside and closed the door. Then grabbed her by her butt and kissed her wildly.

She tried pushing him away, but something surprised her. She was shorter than him, and she could feel his fully erect penis pressing against her lower belly. Waheeda ran her hand into his pants and felt his dick. He was hard like he was never before.

She had dumped him for not being active in bed. But she wanted this monster inside her pussy, and she gave in. Aaron fucked Waheeda like a cheap slut he had paid for the whole night. But the truth was it was Jenny who was in his head.

Everything went normal for a few days. Neither did Aaron nor did Jenny tried to make a move on each other at the office. But both of them silently watched each other.

Meanwhile, Waheeda tried to talk Aaron into getting back together. She was craving for his monster, but Aaron politely rejected it. He wanted to make the woman who rejected him for not being active in bed scream for him, and he was successful.

It was a Sunday. Aaron was comfy in his rented 1BHK apartment. Like any young man, he slept like a baby till 10 in the morning. He was woken by the ringing of his doorbell. He never had any guests, and he was sure there weren’t any deliveries today too.

Aaron opened the door and stood there frozen like a statue. It was Jenny, his boss. She had an evil but cute smile on her face. She was wearing black shades, but her eyes still seem to sparkle.

“Won’t you invite me in?”

Aaron wouldn’t say no to that sultry voice. She walked in like a heavenly creature. The apartment was too small for her style. Jenny seated herself on the bean bag.

“ What do you want, ma’am?” He almost shivered.

“Just a glass of water and you, of course,” she giggled.

Her thick red lipstick had left marks on the glass. She had juicy lips, perfect for long deep smooches but even better when wrapped around a throbbing rod.

Jenny threw an envelope at Aaron.

“Aaron, is it?” She continued as he nodded.

“This is payment for the service you offered, and you will be paid well for future services you provide. I won’t force you to do this. I need this, and somehow you fascinate me. But if you are looking forward to doing this, not a word goes out!” Jenny said, taking out her shades.

Jenny was wearing dark cream formal pants along with a semi-formal bright maroon shirt with white buttons. She pinned the shades on her pocket and walked towards him. Seeing her like that, Aaron had a minor bulge already.

“I…I would love to.”

Jenny ran her hands inside his boxers and touched his raw growing penis. “Your manhood agrees to it, too,” She giggled as she squeezed his balls. “But you lack class, let’s get you some nice clothes.”

Jenny gave him exactly 15 minutes to get ready. She was always strict about time management. The intern was in a plain white t-shirt and black jeans.

Jenny took him shopping at one of her favorite places. A place targeted for elites like her won’t bother about spending a lot. It was several high-end branded stores running on the top floor of the Gold mall. The common middle class never bothered to check out the products on this specific floor. Even window shopping felt too costly for them.

But neither Jenny nor Aaron knew that Waheeda was stalking them. That night with Aaron stretched Waheeda’s pussy as she had never felt before. She never expected him to reject her. It was always she who dumped men.

Waheeda was Aaron’s classmate. She had taken his virginity, but he could never meet her needs. Waheeda had let more men drill her than she could count on her fingers, even in the restricted holes of her body.

Her Tinder date after Aaron left her naked on the bed couldn’t even make her reach climax. She wanted Aaron. Rather she wanted his dick. That Sunday, when she had worn the hottest costume she could find to seduce Aaron, she found him leaving with a lady in Audi. She couldn’t help but follow.

Jenny purchased him several formal, classy shirts and trousers. She called it a present, maybe a present to her new organic sex toy. The next stop was Victoria’s Secret collections. Aaron followed her like a puppy which aggravated Waheeda, who was sitting at the eatery opposite.

Jenny and Aaron were staring at the massive collection of lingerie.

“What color do you like?” Jenny asked

“Red or purple.”

Jenny asked the staff to take out everything in red or purple.

Aaron blushed, looking at the exotic collections. Bra’s with padded cups, push-up bras, thin lacy ones, strapless, bikini types, cups that would expose more than it could hold. Some bras would just cover the nipples.

He touched a few to feel the soft, smooth material. These would make a man drool. The panties were even sexier. They were very thin, soft, and smooth. Some had flowery patterns and thin laces. Some hardly covered the pussy and would go right between the ass.

Jenny picked up three pairs of lingerie sets and walked to the dressing room. She turned around and directed Aaron to follow her with her eyes.

Waheeda watched awestruck the couple walking into a trial room and closing the door from the eatery. She felt jealous and angry.

“Help me with the shirt,” Jenny whispered.

Aaron moved closer to her. They were facing each other. Aaron, with a shivering hand, undid her buttons one by one. The first three were unbuttoned, and her deep cleavage was visible. He kept unbuttoning her and stopped when he undid the last one too.

Her light brown melons were squeezed together by the padded black bra. The cups were tight. It had thin white stripes. Jenny parted her maroon shirt from the center and pulled it out of her arms, then hanged it at the holder. There was enough room for two.

Jenny placed her hand on his crotch and smiled when she realized he was growing hard. Wearing heels, Jenny seemed a bit taller than Aaron. His eye focused on her juicy red lips and then moved down to her slender neck, then to her melons.

The cups made them look hot by squeezing them together to form a deep valley. Then to her plump belly, her exotic-looking navel, and the belly button. Adding to her brownish complexion, she smelled like chocolate too. She took his hand and placed them on her dark cream formal pants.

He knew he had to unbutton her pants, and he did it quickly. Jenny moved her hands between the pants and started pulling them down. She had a curvy plump ass and thick thighs, which made it a bit difficult. But It could go up to her thighs. It could come down too.

The pants easily slithered down once they crossed her thick upper thighs. Holding his shoulder for the support, she pulled it off her feet and hanged it too. He looked at her panties. It must be a pair of a bra. It had similar thin white lines running down her pussy region till the back.

But the panties grew thinner as they reached her ass under the legs. At the back, the panty hardly covered her butt. It went between her ass rights through the crack and joined the back elastic. The elastic was almost transparent on the edges and the upper pussy.

It had a dark pink logo which was present on the bridge between her bra cups too. Thanks to the mirrors on all four sides, he could observe her like a specimen.

“Do you like what you see?” Jenny asked.

It was time to pull off another task from the bucket list.

To be continued.