In the dimly lit alley, she stood tall and proud; her body clad in a skin-tight, red mini dress that accentuated every curve of her voluptuous figure. She was the epitome of a high-class hooker, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire as she scanned the street for potential targets. Her name was Roxanne, but she went by the nickname "Roxy" among her clients.
As I approached her, her gaze locked onto mine like a laser beam, piercing through my very being. She walked up to me with an air of confidence that only someone with experience could possess. Her scent, a mix of expensive perfume and sweat, was intoxicating as she moved closer, invading my personal space.
Roxy's fingers traced the outline of my jawline, sending shivers down my spine. She whispered seductively in my ear, "You know you want it. You know I can give you what no other woman can." Her breath was warm and moist against my neck, causing goosebumps to form on my skin.
I nodded, feeling the throb of desire within me grow stronger with each passing second. Roxy's hand snaked around my back, pulling me closer to her. Our bodies pressed together, her breasts squishing against my chest, and I could feel the wetness between her legs as she ground herself against me.
We made our way into a nearby alleyway, the darkness enveloping us like a warm blanket. Her lips were on mine in an instant, her tongue probing and exploring every crevice of my mouth. I returned the favor, sucking and nibbling at her lips until she moaned softly into my mouth.
Roxy broke away from our kiss, reaching down to unbutton my jeans. She pulled them down just enough to expose my hardening cock, which was already dripping with pre-cum. Her eyes widened in appreciation as she took me in hand, stroking me gently while keeping eye contact.
"You're so big," she whispered, her voice laced with desire. "I can hardly wait to feel you inside me."
Without further ado, Roxy bent over, presenting her ass for my enjoyment. I wasted no time, pulling down her red mini dress until it pooled around her feet. Her ass was firm and round, inviting me to explore with my tongue. I ran my lips along the curve of her behind, savoring the salty taste of her sweat as I licked and nibbled at her tender flesh.
Roxy moaned loudly, arching her back and thrusting her ass into my face. She reached down between her legs, rubbing her clit furiously while I continued to explore her behind. I could hear the wet sounds of her pleasure mingling with our heavy breathing, creating a symphony of lust that filled the dark alleyway.
Finally, Roxy stood up straight, her eyes burning with desire as she beckoned me towards her. "It's time," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "I want you inside me."
I positioned myself behind her, my hard cock poised at the entrance of her wet pussy. With a deep breath, I thrust forward, plunging into her depths in one swift motion. Roxy let out a cry of pleasure as we found our rhythm, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Her ass was a perfect fit for my hips, each thrust driving us both further into the thralls of ecstasy. Her breasts bounced with every movement, jiggling softly against her body. I reached around to cup them in my hands, pinching and twisting her nipples as we continued to fuck.
Roxy's moans grew louder, reaching a crescendo that seemed to echo throughout the entire alleyway. She started to buck wildly, her pussy clenching tightly around my cock as she approached orgasm.
"I'm going to cum," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "Cum with me."
I slammed into her one last time, feeling the walls of her pussy contracting around my shaft in rhythm with her climax. Her juices coated my cock as I poured my seed deep inside her, filling her to the brim with my hot load.
We collapsed onto the cold concrete floor, our bodies heaving and panting as we came down from our highs. As I pulled out of her, Roxy gave me a smirk and a wink before pulling up her red mini dress. She looked back at me one last time, saying, "That was a hustle worth remembering."
With that, she sauntered off into the night, leaving behind a trail of lust and desire in her wake. I stood there, alone in the dark alleyway, my cock still pulsing with the aftermath of our encounter. All I could think about was when I would have another hustle with Roxy, the art of the high-class hooker never failing to deliver an unforgettable experience.