The Reaction
This is the moment. Right here. You see their eyes open in surprise, perhaps a drop of the jaw, and an expression on their face that suggested that they may have just bitten off a little bit more than they could chew. I can honestly say that there is something about this particular moment that is more satisfying than that which follows. There's just something about watching that look on their face as they cautiously shy away from you that's incredibly satisfying.
Perhaps I should start from the beginning.
You could say I have an affinity for prostitutes. Not to say that I couldn't pick up some boy at one of the local pubs, but sometimes it's just easier to have one ordered in. Think of it like getting a pizza delivered. Sure if I worked on it at home I'm sure I could make something better then what some college student, who's probably high, could throw together on some dirty counter at one of the local shops, but there is certainly something to be said about convenience. I believe the old adage goes "The best tasting meals are the ones that you don't have to make yourself". But I digress.
So I established a business relationship with one of the pimps here in town and I pay quite a premium to make sure I get first crack at the new merchandise that he picks up. It's hard to surprise someone if they've already heard all about you from their co-workers, right? Remember, it's all about the reaction.
Being that I live in a college town the start of the new school year is always the best time for this. You get an influx of new students that come in and they all have the same problem, school's getting more expensive and they're all broke. Some fall into the role of that high kid at the pizza shop I was talking about, but others with looser morals turn to lines of work where they can make better, easier money in their sleep.
So it's September and I get the call that I've been waiting for all summer long. It's my good friend letting me know that he has some new merchandise in. Of course I'm interested and my evening is free so I ask him to send someone by. Now all I have to do is sit and wait in eager anticipation. I take my place in the chair in my living room that faces the bay window, giving me a clear view of the street as I wait while drumming my fingers against the arm of the chair for the familiar set of headlights that will drop off tonight's entertainment.
Sure enough service is prompt as usual and those lights pull into the driveway. I hear a car door shut and then the car pulls back out into the street, the engine winds up, and the car vanishes. A couple moments pass. There's a knock at the door. Dinner is served.
I stay seated for a few seconds as I can only assume this is going to be this boy's first trick and I want him to drink in the thrill and anxiousness. It's when I hear the knock at the door the second time that I get up, take a quick glance through the peep hole and then slowly open the door. I certainly wasn't disappointed as it looks like my friend has done well this year as before me stood a cute and well toned doberman. I do like it when they're in shape and it looks like this one has been taking good care of himself through the summer. He's looking at my shoes at first, obviously not sure what to make of the situation or what to do, but draws in a breath as he slowly lifts his head to make eye contact and exhales though a weak and nervous grin.
I motion for him to come in and take a step back out of the doorway to give him room to pass and take a sweeping glance at him when he steps into the light of my living room. Jeans, somewhat worn t-shirt, new shoes, attire that's not hard to find around the campus. But then there's that chain around his neck, and it's not jewelry, but an actual linked chain that wore high on his neck. Now this is a little less common and I can only think that he's wearing it because he wants to come off as tough, or confident. Either way is fine with me, it'll make for a good collar if needed.
I reach into my pocket to pull out my wallet and extract a few crisp hundreds and hold them out. Sure enough he sees the money and with a shaky paw he reached out to take it and put it in his pocket, then looks up to me with a nervous glance as if to ask what he's supposed to do now.
Pay early. Get them to think they're committed.
I open the door to the closet near the front door and point in "You can put your clothes in here."
Get them naked right off the bat. You're on top. Put them in their place.
He looks up at the dangling wooden hangers, twitching a little as he hears them clack as they knock together. He's nervous. He's hesitating. I decide to give him a reassuring stroke on the shoulder and with the warmest fake smile I can muster I say, "Take your time."
I closed the curtains on the bay window and make my way into the kitchen to fetch a couple glasses of water so to give him a little space. When I come back into the living room and set the glasses down on the coffee table I see that he has hung his shirt on one of the hangers and is in the process of bending down and sliding his jeans down his legs. After stepping out of them he hangs them up and turns to face me, wearing nothing but a pair of red briefs with white hemming. He obviously wants to look cute and give a good first impression. I'm really not interested. I point to the briefs and then point to the floor, making it quite clear that they need to go.
He looks quite discouraged with his ears folded back and turns away from me slowly and takes a few long deep breaths before bending over again and slips out of his briefs. The view is certainly more appreciated this time around. His docked tail lets leaves his naked rear completely exposed, and I can't help but stare and internally visualize how the situation is going to unfold, and how nice that rump is going to feel not too long from now.
He stands again but it takes him a moment to collect himself before he can turn to face me, his paws nervously meeting each other in front of his chest as he starts to fidget nervously. It's probably obvious to him that I'm taking in his form, his black and tan short fur, the chain still around his neck, his toned form, the tan sheath between his legs that leads down to his tan sac which appears to be carrying a nice set of orbs. I don't care how comfortable or uncomfortable he is about it at this point, I paid for him after all.
I let him stand there for a moment as I pick up the remote and turn on the TV, flipping through a couple channels until I find anything that looks half way interesting. He's still standing there looking around the room unsure of what to do with himself, so I ignore him to give him a little space until finally he either her got over his apprehension or figured that he would lose his money if he just stood there and finally made his way over and sat next to me. He was still somewhat reserved but in time he was drawing closer to me until I could feel him resting against my side, his head leaning on my shoulder.
I appreciated the affectionate gesture, but he wasn't my boyfriend, he's a whore. This had to be corrected. I reached behind him with one arm in a gesture I'm sure he could have interpreted as me wanting to wrap my arm around him, and I suppose this is why he looked so surprised when my paw reached under his armpit, with my other paw quickly moving to his other side and I lifted him up to deposit him in my lap. He squirmed a little at first but I pulled him back against me rather forcefully, moving his legs so that they straddled mine so that I could spread them apart, exposing him completely in a way that I'm sure made him feel quite vulnerable.
I held him close to me like this for a little while, gently running my paws up and down along his sides and chest, occasionally dipping my paws down low enough to get a quick feel of his more private areas. He wasn't a bad size for a dog and I could tell that he was starting to enjoy the attention when fleshy tip of his cock started to poke free from it's home.
As we sat there I casually continued to pet over his form and occasionally molested him, pulling his sheath back a little more with every dip of the paw until he was fully exposed. He started squirming as the teasing became a bit too much for him. This is normally about the time that you know that the attention and physical affection is paying off. He's getting more confident about his job and is anxious to get up and start the task at hand. I hold him there for just a bit longer and carefully pinch at the tip of his shaft repeatedly with my dull claws until he's whimpering and squirming so much that I think he could fall to the floor.
Finally the sensations became so much for him that he pushed out of my grasp, getting back to his feet and breathing at a fast pace. He turned around to face me, his jaw parted slightly as he panted, looking a little weary from the bombardment on his senses.
After shaking himself out a bit he moved over to the easy chair I was sitting in while waiting for him to arrive, taking a seat and leaning back with a contented sigh. He lifted one foot onto the seat cushion, than the other, spreading his knees slowly to present himself to me, grinning as if he finally got comfortable with the situation and thought he was going to show me a thing or two about having a good time.
This was my moment. This is what I had been waiting for all evening... hell, all summer!
With the devil's grin plastered on my muzzle I rose to my feet, pulling my shirt off as I slowly drew near, showing off the broader shoulders. larger frame, and soft white fur covering the chest and belly of my lupine form as to contrast against the light gray covering the rest.
I waited until I was right in front of him before undoing my pants and letting the garment fall to collect around my ankles under it's own weight. I was already fully erect, which one would hopefully expect after having a naked doberman squirming in your lap for a while, and I drew a paw up my thigh until it rested just above my swollen knot, gripping softly at the shaft above and noticing the large gap between my thumb and forefinger, which never stood a chance at touching when wrapped around the massive girth.
That's when I looked up to see the expression on his face, the reaction. His eyes were open wide and fixated on my cock, scanning up and down along it's impressive length and girth. His ears were perked in surprise and jaw agape, looking as if he were about to gasp as he realized what he's just gotten himself in to. My heart started racing and I my cock started to visibly pulse as I watched the nervous pup, him fearfully looking back at me and started to withdraw looking as if he was ready to leap from the chair and run.
After a moment his lips finally close and he swallowed the saliva pooling in his muzzle, his ears splaying to the side as he eyes my cock again before sliding off the chair onto the floor to his knees. He drew his muzzle close to my genitals and gave them and investigative sniff before slowly running his tongue over my knot and up to the tip of the shaft.
He opened his jaw wide and drew what of my length he could into his muzzle, wrapping his lips around it as best he could without trying to get drool everywhere as he started carefully bobbing his head back and forth. I must admit I enjoyed the feeling of his muzzle, but I knew exactly what he was up to. He was paid to get fucked and he was trying to get out of it by felating me, figuring if he could get me off in his muzzle he could get out of a couple days of walking funny.
I decided to happily play along for a little bit but eventually grew weary of this little game. I got the point across by placing my paws on the back of his head and gave a good hard thrust, shoving my cock against the back of his throat to trigger his inexperienced gag reflex. He quickly withdrew, gagging slightly in the midst of a coughing fit and shook his head out a bit before looking back up at me cautiously and placed his lips back around my cock.
Apparently he wasn't getting the point. So as he wrapped his lips around me once more I placed my paw on the back of his head, only this time he he knew what was going to happen next. I felt him push firmly back against my paw but I held him there firmly, letting him struggle for just a moment before I shoved my cock against the back of his throat again, holding it there for a second or two before allowing him to withdraw again, this time keeling over and gripping at his neck as he coughed and gagged.
It took him a moment to compose himself before he looked back up at me, whimpering with his ears pinned back against the top of his head. I simply responded by pointing back at the chair, signaling him to get back to where he was. I paid for his ass, I sure as fuck wasn't going to cum in his muzzle.
This is why I mentioned earlier to pay the money right off the bat, get them to feel committed to it, this works very well especially when they're new to the line of work. I learned the hard way the first couple times that at this point they can just get up an leave, some of them would rather take a beating from their pimp for coming home empty handed than being spread out that wide. His lack of experience at this point would lead him to believe that he didn't have a choice, and just like that he was back up in the chair feet propped up and legs spread.
I lowered myself to my knees in front of the chair and pulled his rump to the edge so he could feel my cock against his, dwarfing it in comparison. I used one paw on his lower back to keep his hips in place while the other pressed against his chest to get him to lean back. Whores have a tendency to wrap their arms around you and cling while you fuck them, but I wanted to see the look in his face as I penetrated him. I wanted to watch him take it. I wanted to watch him cringe and contort as he felt it.
I moved my paw from his hip and gripped my cock, quickly lining it up with his opening and started to push forward to make sure I was on point. Once sure of the situation my paw returned to his lower back to make sure he wouldn't pull away. His eyes opened wide and his jaw opened, about to say something, probably about to object, probably about to ask if he could just leave, but I pushed in before the words could escape him.
I didn't give it to him all in one hard thrust, mind you. Sending a whore to the hospital is a great way to find yourself blacklisted. I was sure to push in nice and slow, but it was enough to make his parted jaw clench with teeth grinding as his eyes screwed tightly shut and he started to move from left to right to try and escape the sensation of being spread wide. Despite his efforts to pull away from me I held him firmly in place. He would love it once he got used to it. They all did. He just needed to wait it out.
I got myself in to the point where my knot was pressed firmly against him and that when I removed my paw from his chest, raising it to grip at the chain around his neck and pulled him in close to firmly wrap my arms around him and hold his chest to mine. My hips started thrusting back and forth and I would hear him whimper loudly at first, my shoulder feeling damp from the tears that escaped him but like the rest of them it was only a matter of time before the whimpers turned to moans and the tears dried up.
I'm not sure how long it went on, but his tight ass felt great. Like many of the others I decided against knotting him and instead gave myself a hand by gripping behind the bulb of flesh to help me achieve and orgasm and enjoyed it for as long as my body would let me.
I fell against him, pressing him back into the chair and when he tried to get up the first time I growled, letting him know that I would let him up when I was ready. I must have rested there with my erect cock still in him for the better part of a half hour before my cock naturally withdrew back into my sheath and with a heave I pushed myself back to my feet.
I looked at him for a moment. Another conquested whore. Another notch in the belt I supposed. I might see him again, I might not. I suppose he was cute and maybe one day I'd like to have another go at him, maybe even let him drink me down like he wanted to, at a discount of course, but at the moment I really didn't care either way.
I helped him back to his feet and couldn't help but chuckle as I watched in amusement as he walked very carefully, a paw on his rump, toward the closet to get his clothing. He got dressed in careful and calculated movements so not to disturb his sore tail. I opened the door for him, but decided to leave him with a little something to remember as I grabbed the chain around his neck and gave him a few firm slaps on his rump, each resulting in a loud yelp that could probably heard by the neighbors.
After I let him go I watched as he walked down the driveway to the street. I'm sure his parents will be so proud of him when he graduates. But he'll always remember who helped him get that text book money.
After shutting the door I collapsed on the couch and laid there in the pleasant afterglow for a bit, listening to the dull background noise from the TV that was left on until it was time to get up and head to bed. Turning off the TV behind me I made my way to my bedroom and reached for my cellphone, poking at the screen with a dull claw a few times before holding it up to my ear.
"Hey... yeah, he was alright... yeah... yes, he's broken in... you should be able to find him just up the block... of course he has the money... so you have someone you can send tomorrow, right?"