June 15, 2010

Buying It

Posted in stories tagged at 11:07 pm by littlesubmissions

She jerked the door open when he knocked for the second time. He was left standing awkwardly, looking down the hotel hallway and arm up in the air. He shrugged, then relaxed. Smiled at her, relieved. “I wasn’t sure I had the right room.”

She stood in the doorway, enjoying his off balance explanation. Looked him up and down, let herself sink into the role of her fantasy. Shrugged and forced a jaded boredom into her voice. “You might do. Maybe. How big is your cock?”

“Huh?” He laughed nervously, looked up and down the hall again, made sure no one was walking down the beige carpet. Saw she had planted her feet and was standing in the doorway, not moving to let him in. A brief thrill of panic ran up his spine. “Average I guess, I never measured.” His words tripped out of his mouth to explain. “And I actually mean average, not like men exaggerate so average becomes large and small becomes average…”

“Show it to me.” She cut him off. Felt a soft thrill at giving the order, wondered if he’d do it. Smirked as he looked up and down the hall again, shifted his hips a little closer to the doorway, pulled his zipper down and unsnapped his pants. Made herself stand still as he fished his limp cock out of his pants and displayed himself to her. She twisted the thought of owning without valuing inside of her, let herself enjoy it in all its filthy lewd glory. “Well, get it hard. You’re not going to fuck anyone with it like that are you?”

He swallowed hard, shut his eyes tight. Started to jerk himself off in the doorway. Teased the thought of being used as a sex toy by a stranger in his head, blocked out where he was and tried to only think of getting ready to be used for sex. A dehumanized toy for someone else’s pleasure. Felt his dick get hard, and stood there panting slightly, hands at his sides.

“It’ll do. Get in here, you’re on the clock.” She walked over to the bed, pulled her panties down and off and tossed them on a chair. He stepped in, shut the door behind him, stopped and put the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the outside and flipped the dead bolt after he’d closed the door again. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, a wire coat hanger bent over on itself in her hand. “Your pimp said if you needed motivation I could use this on you. So I really think you’d better get me off.”

He nodded, felt a faint thrill of fear in him. His cock twitched at the thought of being beaten, of bruises, of black and blue skin. He stepped between her legs, pulled her roughly to him. One of her feet planted on his chest, she pushed him back. “You really think I’m going to let a whore fuck me without a condom? On the nightstand. And you come on your own time, not mine.”

They let themselves fall further into the fantasy, wet syrupy feelings of being predator and prey, of a world without negotiation or emotions. A world just of taking and being taken. He unrolled the condom, stepped back to her, and waited for her to nod.

It was cold, mechanical. She laced her legs behind his back, used him to get off. Told him to count the tiles in the ceiling, out loud, while he fucked her because she didn’t have any use for his face, didn’t want to look up and see her sex toy smiling back at her. Reminded him that he was a paid for piece of ass, and she didn’t need his eyes to get her off.

When she was done, he stood there, both of them panting. Her in relief, him in frustration. He folded his underwear and pants around his erection, carefully pulling the zipper up while she rearranged her skirt. Headed towards the door. He’d pick her up in front of the hotel in the morning, like they’d discussed.

“Wait.” He stopped, looked back. “I’ve still got fifteen minutes left. I want to see you jerk off.”

He glanced at the wire hanger, laying on the side of the bed.

She smirked back at him, and pulled a wad of bills out of her pocket. “Unless you come. Then I might just have to pay for another hour…”

Copyright Jerry Jones. Unauthorized use is prohibited.


  1. Ranai said,

    On the visceral erotic level: Oh the display of the merchandise in the corridor. Having him look up while fucking, faceless… !

    You show the different layers of roleplay, how the characters evoke them and move consciously between them. That’s really well done. And rare.

    • littlesubmissions said,

      Thanks. 🙂

  2. Um. Wow. Me Likey. No words. Yum!

    • littlesubmissions said,


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