Free Used By The Mob by Louise Cayne Page B

nobody is in any trouble.”
    Whether she believed him or not, his voice was enough to make
her melt and for the time being at least, his word was all the
reassurance she needed.
    As the journey wore on, a warm sensation occupied the pit of
Stacey’s stomach as she realised that for the first time ever, she
actually wanted to have sex with a man who had picked her up. After
years of working the streets, her sexual appetite was almost
non-existent. Sex was her job; it had no real meaning anymore, but
he had awoken something inside her. He was warm, confident and
looked to be in good shape, a far cry from the usual combination of
over-weight, socially challenged and covered in pig guts. She
started thinking. If she put on a good show for this guy, maybe he
would tell his buddies and she could start building a client list
of her own, full of respectable men. Office types like Mark that
might take her to fancy restaurants and expensive hotels. People
who wanted an emotional connection as well as physical
gratification, and what Stacey wanted more than anything was an
emotional connection. To be loved by somebody, to feel needed.
Maybe this could be the start of the better life she had thought
about so often.
    Wanting to make an impression, she started to loosen up and
became uncharacteristically flirtatious. Her dress was so short
that her black panties had been visible from the second she had sat
down, but she had been doing her best to hide it by holding her
purse in between her legs, only offering fleeting glimpses when the
car turned a hard corner and she lost her balance. But with her
inhibition fading, she threw her purse down by her heels, pushed
out her breasts and arched her back inwards in a way that magnified
just how perfect her figure was. Her breasts were well proportioned
to the rest of her body; not too big or small, but the dress was so
tight it pushed them up and made them look bigger than they were.
She stroked her thighs, teasing her pale skin up to her flat
stomach and then her breasts, pulling the dress over her hips in
the process.
    “Is this what you want?” She whispered playfully, holding her
legs wide apart.
    “Wow,” was all Mark could manage, as Stacey’s foot reached
across and gently pressed his crotch. He was big. Even without
seeing it, she could feel his cock getting harder underneath her
foot, and she knew that she would have no problem getting off on
something that big.
    ‘This guy is the complete package,’ she thought to herself,
peeling the dress from her body and over her head to reveal a black
bra that matched her panties. Mark leaned sideways and pressed a
button on the inside of the door, after which the privacy screen
behind Stacey’s head moved upwards, blocking any view the driver
might have hoped to enjoy.
    Stacey crawled provocatively across to Mark, and straddled his
legs, leaning in for a kiss as his hands began exploring her skin.
It felt so right. His hands felt so comfortable on her body, like
this was supposed to happen. She had never felt like this before,
and soon got caught up in the moment, taken over by lust. Unzipping
his trousers and reaching inside, she gasped playfully and bit her
bottom lip as her small hand just about managed to wrap around the
width of his thick cock.
    Freeing it from the confines of his clothing, Stacey squeezed
the base as her warm tongue licked the tip. He tasted amazing,
nothing like what she had experienced before, and she couldn’t get
enough. Mark’s hands tensed up either side of his legs as her
tongue found his sweet spot and paid it a little extra attention.
He looked down at Stacey who stared back with her innocent brown
eyes at the very moment she sealed her lips and encased the full
length of his cock in her mouth. He swayed gently back and forth,
feeling himself swelling in the warmth of her throat. She felt some
kind of connection as she gazed into his eyes; she was sure of it.
Almost a loving connection, but she hardly