After only a month she knew she'd found her calling. She really enjoyed the work. Miles took care of any John who misbehaved, and after his reputation got around, there weren't many of those. Lita felt free to be herself, the real self she'd kept suppressed all those years in the convent.
She was a woman who sincerely enjoyed pleasing men. She was proving it right now with her latest John. He was a skinny balding little guy called Fred, shy and ill at ease, and Lita immediately set out to do her best for him, leading him into the luxuriously furnished room Miles had designed.
"Let me take off your clothes, Fred," she said, smiling. "As you see, I'm practically undressed myself.”
Fred could see that. In spite of his shyness and nervousness, the little man couldn't help gawking at Lita. Her opulent olive-skinned body was barely concealed in a filmy blue negligee. He could see the outline of her figure as she moved, even the brown points of her breasts and the shadowy triangle of her mons.
"W-Whatever you think best," he said timidly. "I-I’ve never done this before.”
Lita smiled and approached him, the gold carpet deep and soft under her bare feet. Somehow Miles had found money for the whole operation. She suspected he might have blackmailed Foster Barton for some of it, but that wasn't her concern. Barton had more money than he knew what to do with anyhow.
"Just relax, Fred," she purred. "You're going to have a lot of fun tonight… ”
Fred managed a nervous little smile as Lita began to unbutton his shirt. As she undressed Fred, she marveled at how quickly she'd taken to this kind of work. It just came naturally to her. No one would have guessed she'd only been hustling for three months. She deftly and quickly removed Fred's clothes, noting his small limp cock. Probably he was self-conscious about it-she would have to reassure him.
"Would you like to undress me, Fred?” she said pleasantly.
"Oh-why, yes," Fred said, obviously delighted.
He was clumsy, his hands trembling, but he finally managed to get her negligee open. It slipped off her shoulders and fell to the floor, uncovering her big ripe thrusting tits and the lush raven-black expanse of her muff. Fred gawked at her body in awe and admiration.
"It's all right, dear," she said. "You can touch me.”
He hesitated a moment, then heaved a big sigh and reached out timidly to touch her. His hands were small, hot and sweaty. He cupped the heavy satiny cones of her tits and sighed again. He ran his hands all over her large firm tits, shyly caressing the light brown nipples. His cock didn't get hard, though. This man was very bashful, very nervous.
Lita purred and rubbed against him, moving her soft curly bush suggestively back and forth over his little limp cock. Fred blushed hotly and began to breathe loud and fast. She didn't care that he was clumsy and ugly. He was a man in need, and that was all that mattered. She liked doing her job well, giving her customers their money’s worth.
As for the money itself, she didn't even have to worry about collecting it. Miles was waiting in his office, just a few doors down the hall, to get the money when the John left. Nobody with any brains was going to cross a man as big and mean-looking as Miles. So all Lita had to worry about was pleasing her man-and she knew she was very good at that.
"Just what would-you like to do tonight, Fred?" she asked softly. "Any particular thing you've been dreaming about?”
Again he blushed hotly and got nervous, but her gentle caresses encouraged him. "Well," he said, "there is one thing… My wife would never do it, but perhaps you… If you wouldn't mind… ”
Lita was used to strange requests, and she always granted them if they involved no pain. There were quite a few men who liked to put on items of her clothing when they made love, and one funny little fat guy who liked to lie naked over her lap and have her spank him lightly with her hand. She wondered what Fred's fantasy was.
"Go on,” she said, "don't be afraid to tell me. I'm here to do whatever I can to please you.”
Fred swallowed hard and said nervously, "I'd love it if you'd suck my cock.”
Lita suppressed a smile. Poor Fred, he thought that was really something outlandish. Half her customers wanted their cocks sucked, if he only knew. Still standing in Fred's timid embrace, she reached down and curled her hand around his tiny soft cock, giving it an encouraging squeeze.
"Of course, darling," she murmured. "I'd love to suck your cock.”
Fred blushed again, this time with excitement and pleasure. He was ready to go. Lita grinned and led him over to the king-size bed with its fake animal fur cover. She maneuvered him to sit on the edge of the bed, and she went to her knees before him. Fred licked his lips and sighed, hardly able to believe that his fondest erotic wish was about to come true.
"You just relax, Fred, darling," she said. "You're going to enjoy this very much.”
"Oh, Christ, I bet I am," Fred sighed.
Snuggling in between Fred's skinny pale legs, Lita lifted his soft pale little dick on her palm and inspected it. Clean, circumcised, with a faint trace of blue veins, it ended in a small cherry-red head. His sparse bush was brown, his limp wrinkled balls a rosy flush of red. He was a neat tidy little man who probably didn't see much action. Well, she'd make this a night for him to remember…
She bent over his soft little milky-white prick, stuck out her tongue and started to lick the doughy little sausage, lapping gently and teasingly up and down the rubbery stalk. Fred made a high shrill noise like an excited colt, and she felt him shivering all over with excitement and pleasure. She licked slowly down through his thin brown bush and used her stiff wet tongue tip to tickle his balls.
"Awwwww," Fred moaned, "awwwww, my God… ”
She took her time with him, lapping and licking and tickling all over his small flaccid nuts and cock, till Fred was moaning continuously and panting. Only then did she lift the limp little prick to her lips and suck it slowly, tantalizingly, into the fiery wet heat of her mouth. Fred's cry was shrill and prolonged.
"Ahhhhh, God," he whined, "yes, yesss… All my life I've wanted this… Fantastic… Yes, suck my cock, please, till I come… ”
Lita was happy that he was pleased. She loved fulfilling men's fantasies, doing the things their wives and girlfriends wouldn't do. She liked making men happy. In giving Fred his first blow job, she was determined also to make it the best.
She began sucking him slowly, building up his excitement gradually. She pulled in her cheeks, raised her tongue, and trapped his doughy little prick in a slick hot nest of wet flesh. She sucked his elastic little peter out long and skinny, then let it snap back. She tickled it with her tongue.
"Awwwwww," Fred wailed, "wonderful… Better than I’d dreamed…”
His cries were so loud and shrill that she knew Miles would be coming to investigate. It was just a precaution, to make sure Lita was okay, and the customer would never know about it. As she continued her slow teasing of Fred's cock, she glanced at a large framed photo of the California coast, a seascape. Presently she saw the peephole opening in the waves, Miles’ big green eye blinking at her. She slowly closed her left eye, the signal that everything was okay. The peephole closed.
Sometimes Miles would look through the peephole just for kicks, but not often. He really wasn’t into that kind of thing. But there were customers whose favorite thing was watching and jacking off. For them there was a one-way mirror to look through from an adjoining room. Miles always told her when such men were scheduled. She didn't like surprises.
Fred's cock was finally starting to get hard. In spite of his extreme shyness and anxiety, in spite of his shame at patronizing a hooker for the first time in his life, Lita's expert sucking was getting to him. She prided herself on being able to get even the most nervous man hard.
"Oh, God, oh, God,” Fred chanted.
His little cock gave a violent lurch on her tongue, then started to swell and fatten. Lita sucked harder and faster, encouraging him, and she felt the pitiful little limp dick growing into a stiff fat six-incher. Fred wasn't so pitiful after all. His cock throbbed with arousal, and tasty cock-juice dribbled onto her tongue.