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Ax the Prostitute	By : musicman88 Category: A through F > Animorphs Views: 6938 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Human Date: September 4th, 1998
Andalite Date: 8593.7
Beginning Timestamp: 2:11am Human Time
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I said that I would be writing tomorrow, but I just couldn’t wait. I found something incredibly spectacular in my observations this evening and I had to record all the details as soon as possible.
Tonight began normal and somewhat boring actually. I left my scoop just after the sun had gone down and began flying towards the city with my owl morph. It wasn’t all that far, but I still needed to stop on the way and rest since owls aren’t exactly made for long distance flying. Anyway, after making it to the city and taking another small rest I began my observations.
I wasn’t surprised to see very little activity. Just as Tobias had said most people were within their homes. This was normal behavior for humans and most creatures that are active during the day time though. Since they had trouble seeing with little to no light they often used the night to rest. But there was something about the way Tobias had said it that made me feel like there was more to it than that.
With all the artificial light creation technology that the Humans had they could be active at any time, and I had seen this on quite a few occasions. But this part of the city seemed to be somewhat lacking in working artificial lighting. There were still occasional working lighting fixtures and the occasional automobile headlights to illuminate the sidewalks, but there was a great deal less light in this part of the city than the rest. Perhaps that’s why people stayed inside during the night? It was definitely a possibility, but I needed some more evidence.
And it wasn’t as if there were no Humans on the streets either. Despite the lack of artificial lighting there were still a number of humans to be seen. Many of them were part of the human social groups I had mentioned earlier, but there were a few that seemed to be alone or simply with one other person.
To be honest this part of the city at night was not that different from what it appeared as during the day. Sure, more people stayed in their living quarters at night, but it was no where near the difference that some other parts of the city had. I was beginning to call Tobias’ statement into question. But it was still early on in my nocturnal observations, so I needed more information before I could truly come to any conclusion.
As I circled around this part of the city though I saw more of the same: A few working lighting fixtures, the occasional social group engaged in conversation with one another or with another person, and the occasional automobile, usually in poor condition, driving down one of the worn out roads. I was beginning to get bored and was about to start heading back to my scoop when I noticed a strange female standing on the corner of two merging streets.
It wasn’t that seeing a female was strange (although there did seem to be more males in this part of the city than females) it was the artificial skin she was wearing that seemed strange. Normally Humans would wear as much artificial skin as possible without beginning to overheat. Wearing anything less seemed “improper” to them because most humans were embarrassed about showing certain body parts, and sometimes all of their body.
There were exceptions to this however. The main example I had seen was when Humans immersed themselves in water in order to cool themselves down. In this case it was acceptable to wear very little artificial skin so that it absorbed as little water as possible. But the female I had witnessed didn’t look as if she was about to go “swimming” as the Humans called it since the nearest body of water was probably about two Earth miles away. It seemed strange to me that a Human would wear such revealing artificial skin if they had no intention of getting wet. So, I decided to focus my attention on her for some time to see what she was intending to do.
But as time passed I began to believe I was wasting my time. She had continued to stand in the exact same place ever since I began observing her. The most exciting thing she’d done was start smoking what humans called a cigarette; hardly anything worth noting. I was about to leave my perch in order to find something else to observe when something unusual finally happened.
An automobile came into view and I watched it stop right next to the sidewalk at the end of one of the streets. And to my surprise the female I was observing headed over to the automobile as the driver rolled down his window. I could see them begin to talk, but I was too far away to clearly hear what they were saying. I was tempted to take flight again in order to move in closer, but just as I was about to take off I saw the female turn around and begin walking away from the car.
I thought that their interaction was already over, but to my surprise the driver of the car (who happened to be a male) exited his vehicle and began to follow the female into a nearby alleyway. I couldn’t get a clear view into the alley from my current position so I took off and began to look for a better observation point. By the time I had gotten across the street and perched on the roof of one of the buildings creating the alleyway I had missed approximately forty-five Human seconds of what the female and driver were doing. But when I finally did perch and look down at the pair of humans I had no trouble figuring out what was going on.
The female had bent over some human waste receptacles and the male had positioned himself behind her. The male’s inner and outer layers of artificial skin around his waste had been peeled away and the female’s loose midsection artificial skin (which I believe the Humans call a skirt) was folded over on top of her back revealing her midsection and lower torso. This position for both of them dumbfounded me at first, but as the male positioned himself better behind the female I finally figured out what they were doing! They were mating! And when the male began oscillating I knew for certain that they were mating.
All along I had been told by everyone I asked that human mating was a private ritual experienced only by those who were very close to each other. I had believed that up until the time I had seen “The Playboy Channel” which was a channel dedicated almost solely to human mating which contained many examples of Humans in their mating rituals. And now, I was witnessing a male and a female who may or may not have known each other mating outdoors where anyone passing by would be able to see them. According to my fellow Animorphs this sort of thing never happened, but it was happening right in front of me! The other Animorphs had to be wrong.
But as I watched the humans mate I began to try and rationalize what I was seeing. Although my fellow Animorphs were sometimes wrong about things there was usually at least a piece of truth in what they said. So if mating was really a private thing why was the couple mating this way?
This could’ve been a very rare opportunity indeed. I didn’t have enough information to determine whether this was just a chance observation or if Humans really did mate publicly sometimes just like this. Perhaps this couple had merely been in such a hurry to mate that they couldn’t wait until they made it to a better spot. But the female had been waiting for almost ten minutes for the male and the male even had an automobile which could take them to a more suitable location very quickly. That couldn’t have been right.
I didn’t think that they enjoyed mating in this specific place either. A human nose is very sensitive to sulfur containing compounds, and decaying organic matter tends to produce many such compounds. Since there was plenty of decaying organic matter in the waste receptacles there must have been quite an unpleasant smell in that alleyway as well.
And what if they were indeed strangers? They didn’t show me any sign that they knew each other so it was definitely a possibility. But then what about mating being only preformed by people who were close to each other? Was that also in question? There were just too many things I didn’t know, but things were about to get a whole lot clearer.
The male quickly began to speed up his oscillations, a sign that I had come to learn meant the male was almost finished mating. And sure enough after a few more oscillations he imbedded himself into the female one last time before holding that position. And after a few seconds of holding his position he began to pull his cock out of the female’s entrance. I didn’t have a clear view of the act, but I had seen it done many times on “The Playboy Channel” so I already knew what it looked like.
The male re-applied his artificial skin as the female did the same. I figured that their mating was over, but I was only partially correct. They were in fact done mating, but there was one more important piece of the puzzle remaining for them to answer; why were they mating in the first place? I didn’t think that I would get an answer, but to my surprise I did.
Once both of them had finished re-applying their artificial skin the male reached into his back pocket and pulled something out. I had an idea of what it could be originally, but it wasn’t until he pulled out something green that I could confirm it. He had pulled out what Humans call a “wallet”. It’s where Humans (mostly male humans) keep their money so that they could pay for things when the need arises. But why was he…
As I saw him hand some of his money over to the female suddenly something clicked into place. I knew exactly what was going on! The male was looking to mate and the female offered to mate with him as a service. She was a… a… professional mater! Why hadn’t I thought of it before? Humans with excess money almost always hired other people to do things for them that they themselves didn’t want to do or simply couldn’t do; I had seen it many times. There were professional foliage adjusters, professional cleaners, professional food preparers, and just about every other professional that could be thought of. Why not have professional maters as well? They must have practiced and trained for quite a while to become professional maters, and they must have been very skillful at mating. Otherwise why would any males want to use their services if there were other females that they could mate with for free?
I was so sure that this was the reasoning that I didn’t even bother to make any more observations to come to my conclusion. The male, who wanted to have a very pleasurable mating experience, had obviously gone in search of a professional mater and had found the one I was currently observing. The female preformed her part in the mating ritual quite well judging by the quickness of the male to finish and by the sounds he was making. And since the female had preformed well and to the male’s desires he had given her some of his excess money in return for her services. And once they were finished mating the male got back into his automobile and drove away while the female went back to standing on the same street corner to wait for another customer.
This was something not only new to me but incredibly shocking to me as well. If there were such people as professional maters in Human culture than there was no conceivable way that mating would only be preformed by people who were very close to each other. Mating could be preformed between complete strangers, as I had most likely just witnessed, as well. And not only that, it also appeared to be acceptable for couples to mate out in public; not just privately as my fellow Animorphs had clamed. This was truly something I had not expected to witness.
I had never seen any professional maters before in all my observations of the city, so I had to assume that professional maters were only found in “the shady side of town”. That didn’t give me any clues to why the people were so shady, but it gave me a clue as to why people decided to keep living in this part of the town. If there were professional maters around then I would imagine everybody that had excess money would’ve loved to live here despite the worse living conditions. And I’m sure that all the professional maters also lived in this part of town as well.
I was so fascinated by this professional mater that I continued to observe her for almost two more Earth hours. I wanted to record as many details as I could about her because this was definitely something I wanted to investigate further in the third and fourth parts of my observation plan. I watched carefully and closely when she had another customer, but this time all the customer wanted preformed was some mouth mating.
A professional mater must be prepared to mate many different types of ways depending on what the customer wanted I assumed. And not only that, but they must be very skilled in every type of mating as well in order to draw in more customers. I had never seen any advertisements for these professional maters, or ever even heard of them myself before for that matter, so that lead me to believe that these professional mater’s only form of advertisement was their customers. If the customer found the experience extremely pleasurable he would then probably suggest that all his male friends use their services as well.
And I had no reason to think that just because I had only seen a female professional mater that they were all female. There must be male professional maters as well in order for females to receive their pleasure. It was something I had to look further into during the third and fourth parts of my observation plan.
But after watching the professional mater mate for the third time I began to get an idea. It didn't appear that the professional mater was doing anything that I hadn't either seen or tried myself. I knew that I was no where near as experienced as the professional mater was, but I began to think to myself that I might be able to try something like this. Marco and I had already been mating for over two weeks now. Although I knew that it was a relatively short amount of time we had tried many different things and I also had learned very quickly. Perhaps I would not be of the same caliber as a real professional mater, but I was not expecting to be paid as such.
I had seen the males pay the professional mater quite a lot of money for her services, so even if I could earn just a fraction of that money myself it would still be enough to buy many of the parts I needed from Radioshack. And besides, I would get more chances to mate! I couldn't comprehend why everyone wouldn't want to be a professional mater. Getting money and pleasure at the same time sounded very good to me indeed.
I had observed three different customers by now and I was beginning to understand the routine. At first the customer and the mater would talk, probably discussing what it is the male wanted. Then they would find a semi-hidden place and begin doing whatever the customer wanted to do. After that the customer would pay the mater either a standard rate that the mater charged or whatever the customer felt was appropriate for the mater’s performance. And then the mater would be ready for the next customer. It was very simple really.
So after the third customer had left I also left my perch in order to find a suitable place for myself to begin mating. I knew I couldn't compete with an actual professional mater, so I needed to get far enough away from her so that other males looking to mate wouldn't know she was there and be tempted to go to her instead of me. I wasn't sure if there was a directory of professional maters or if they just chose their own locations (I never really considered why professional maters didn't have their own shops or maybe even went to their customer's homes to mate. It would be more private there and probably more comfortable to mate there as well. But perhaps the people looking to mate wanted to mate quickly, so an alleyway would be a quicker than an actual bedroom. I needed more information on the subject, but for now I had no problem using an alleyway to mate).
After searching for a decent looking location away from any other professional maters (I had seen another one, also female, during my search) I finally found one. It was a small alley between two large buildings just as I had seen the professional mater use, but there was one main difference. In this alley it appeared that someone was trying to dispose of an old and worn mattress, and that would be the perfect thing to mate on. It was better than standing or kneeling on the ground anyway. So after making sure that there were no other professional maters in the immediate area I swooped down into the alleyway and began to demorph. And once I was completely Andalite I quickly began to morph again to my mating morph.
Once I was fully human I tested out the mattress. It wasn't the most comfortable thing I had ever felt, but it was certainly better than lying on the ground. I got back up and began to walk out on to the street (since that's where professional maters attracted their customers) but I quickly realized there was a slight problem. My human morph still didn't contain any artificial skin. Marco had told me that it would just get in the way so I never had incorporated any artificial skin into my morph. But even though a professional mater's job was to mate, they still wore at least small pieces of artificial skin. But as I thought about it more I came to realize that it shouldn't be that much of a problem. Not only would it be obvious that I was an amateur mater by my appearance it would certainly be obvious by my performance. I was also going to tell any customers I might receive that I wasn't an experienced professional mater just to avoid any confusion, and the lack of any artificial skin should've made it obvious. I wanted to attract some customers, but I didn’t want them to think that I was an actual professional mater only to be left unsatisfied with my services. And besides, just as Marco had said it would only get in the way.
So, without any artificial skin at all, I stepped out onto the street, making sure that I could be seen by the passing cars and pedestrians, and declared my services were ready to be used to anyone who wanted to use them. I knew that there was no one in the immediate area (since I didn’t want to be seen morphing) so I was prepared to wait. But after almost thirty minutes there hadn’t been any activity. Perhaps I had chosen a bad spot. I was not entirely familiar with professional mating so I wasn’t sure if there were designated areas for it or not. Also, I still didn’t know if there was a registry of all the professional maters somewhere either. To be honest I wasn’t exactly sure how customers found a professional mater at all. I was hoping that someone wanting to mate would just pass by, but it did appear that it was going to happen that way. I was just about to give up when I saw an automobile turn onto my street and begin to drive towards me.
I did my best to make myself visible so the driver could see me, but to my disappointment the automobile went straight past me without even slowing down. Perhaps the driver wasn’t looking to mate, or perhaps I was doing something wrong. Another automobile drove by shortly after but with the same results as the previous one. It was then that I began to ask myself what was I doing?
I had only recently learned of and observed professional maters a few hours ago and now I was trying to imitate them? I could be doing so many things wrong that any male looking to mate would just end up laughing at me instead of mating with me. I was a fool to think that I could do something like this when there are other people out there who have to be much more experienced then me. I needed more observational data before I could seriously attempt to do this. But just as I was about to leave again I saw a male come around the corner to my right and began walking towards me. This is my last chance, I thought to myself. If he doesn’t mate with me then I’ll have to go back and observe some professional maters more closely to learn what I am doing wrong.
But as he began to get closer (he was distracted by something in a plastic bag he was carrying) I began to feel a strange emotion that I only ever felt in my human form. I believe the Humans call it “being nervous”. All of a sudden my human brain made me jump from out on the sidewalk and back into the safety of the alley. I wasn’t ready. I couldn’t do this. Two weeks of mating experience was nowhere near enough. I would probably do a horrible job. Besides, I’m not sure if there are any regulations that I should follow. What if I break a Human law in the process of mating? I would easily be able to avoid being taken to prison, but it would be the knowledge that I did something wrong that would make me not want to try mating like this again…
But I finally got control of my nervous and paranoid Human mind and stepped back out onto the sidewalk. Marco seemed to get lots of pleasure by mating with me so why should other males be much different? I could do this. I had seen what the other professional maters had done and I have already done much of the same. I wasn’t about to let my Human mind get the better of me here. I wanted some of that money and more importantly I wanted to mate. You see, Marco and I had both been very busy today and we never had a chance to mate. That was very unusual to me, so now I really wanted to mate badly. And here was my chance to do it.
I watched as the male kept approaching, but his attention remained on whatever was in the bag he was carrying. He was so preoccupied that he was almost about to pass me and not even notice me. That’s when I knew I had to take things into my own hands.
“Excuse me,” I said out loud. It’s an expression that Humans use when they want to get another Human’s attention. He quickly looked up in my direction and completely froze in place once he saw me. He was so shocked to see me that he even let his plastic bag drop to the ground. I heard a small plastic SNAP noise as the contents of his plastic bag hit the concrete below him, but he didn’t seem to mind. He was now completely transfixed on me.
I hadn’t really gotten a good look at him before, but now since he was only a few feet away from me I began to notice some detail. I am horrible at guessing a Human’s age just by his appearance, but I guessed that he was somewhere between sixteen and twenty years of age. He was a bit taller than average (perhaps being one of the “shady” people that lived in this part of town) and he appeared to be one of the members of a social organization due to his red and black artificial skin. It was very loose fitting on him and it looked like it was just about to fall off, but that’s what the members of these social organizations decided to wear. He also had a skin color somewhat darker than Cassie’s and he didn’t appear to have any hair on his head.
After both of us just stood there for what felt like a large amount of time I began to try and initiate the conversation I had seen all the other professional maters perform. “I was wondering if you were looking to mate,” I said to the still shocked male.
“Wh… what?” was all that he replied in a very strange accent. He must have been from a different country because it was hard for me to understand him sometimes.
“I asked whether you were looking to mate or not,” I said back to him. “If so, I would like you to mate with me. I don’t have much experience, but I should be able to satisfy you. The males that I have mated with before always seemed satisfied afterwards.”
He continued to stare at me for a while before he finally said, “How… how old are ya?”
At first I didn’t know what to say. I was sixteen Andalite years old, but I wasn’t sure what that was in Human years without doing the calculations. But then I realized that he wasn’t asking about me; he was asking about my morph. I knew that Rachel happened to be thirteen years old when I acquired her, so I calmly said, “I am thirteen years old. Thirrrrrr-teeeeeen. Thir, thirteen. Teeeenah.”
I hadn’t realize that I was playing with words until the male asked, “Are ya okay? Ya on some kind a drug or somethin’?”
“I do not have any synthetic substances in my body,” I said back to him, only getting a weirder response for my trouble.
“Ya sure ya didn’t get hit on da head wit somethin’ girl?” he said back, still not changing his shocked facial expression.
“I am of sound mind and body,” I replied, “why do you keep insisting otherwise?”
“It’s just dat you’re thirteen and a whore”, he answered, “a hot lookin’ whore who talks funny.”
I had heard the term whore used before, but I wasn’t exactly sure what it meant. To be safe I decided just to respond to the last part of his statement. “Talking is by far my worst component when it comes to mating,” I replied, “I promise that I’ll do much better with the other components.” I gave a small pause before saying, “So, do you want to mate with me?”
His initial shock began to wear off and I could see him giving some thought as to what he wanted to do. It was then that he finally noticed that his bag was on the ground. He picked it up and took a look inside. “Shit!” he said at first, but as he inspected whatever was in his bag closer I could overhear him saying, “It ain’t too bad. It’s justa small crack. I can fix it.” He seemed to be more interested in what was in his bag then me at the time, but eventually he looked back at me and began to think about his options again.
“Damn,” he said after looking me over a bit, “You sure your not wit the FBI or somethin? I could probably go to jail for dis. But you’ve got such a sweet ass that I think it’d be wort it.”
“I am not related with any law enforcement agency,” I responded, “why do you ask?”
“Nothin,” he said back, “nevermind. How much doya charge?”
This was the moment of truth. I had a customer lined up, now I just needed to finalize it. I wasn’t sure whether my inexperience would drive him away, but he had seemed interested in me up until now. I even began to see a bulge growing through his lower outer skin. I knew from my practice with Marco that was a really good sign that a male wanted to mate.
“Since I admittedly haven’t had much experience mating professionally,” I began, “I will accept whatever you decide I deserve after our mating is complete.”
He looked at me strangely again before saying, “You tellin me dat I can pay you whatevur I want?”
“Yes,” I replied, a little confused by his strange accent and the wording of his response, “You can pay me whatever you think I deserve for my performance.”
“Wit an offer like dat,” he began, “how can I refuse? Sure, I’ll mate wit ya.”
I was so happy that I nearly lost control of my human emotions. But, just as all the other professional maters I had seen I was able to keep my excitement down as I calmly said, “Alright, follow me.”
I quickly made my way over to the mattress, but I realized that I had missed one important thing. I had forgotten to ask him what he wanted to do. I couldn’t ask him now, could I? That’s not what any of the other professional maters had done. I was just going to have to do what I thought he wanted me to do. And since I had only ever mated with Marco I was about to begin the most common mating ritual that we performed.
When I reached the mattress I quickly got down on my knees and waited for my customer to approach me. He seemed kind of confused at first, but when he got close enough to me I made the first move. I reached out and released the fasteners holding down his outer layer of artificial skin (although I probably could have just pulled on them and they would’ve slipped off since they were so loose) and watched as it fell to the ground. From here he got a bit closer and I could see a very big bulge in his inner layer of artificial skin. I wasted no time in quickly putting my fingers between the elastic of his inner artificial skin and his body while I quickly pulled them down.
I was quite surprised at what I saw pop up after that. I could tell that it wasn’t quite at its maximum size yet, but even so his cock was already almost bigger than Marco’s. I’m proficient at estimating length and Marco’s cock appeared to be slightly under five Human inches long with a diameter of about a human inch and a half. After this male’s cock had reached it full size (all that was required was a few gentle touches from me) it was approximately six and a half human inches long and had a diameter of almost two and a half inches.
It was a lot bigger than I was expecting. I had never seen anyone else’s cock in real life before besides Marco’s and my own human morph’s (which had never been erect). I had experience with a cock the size of Marco’s, but this male’s cock was going to be a challenge. I’m sure that an actual professional mater would have no trouble with the size, but I was no professional mater. I had seen cocks this big on “The Playboy Channel” regularly so I knew that it would be possible to do everything I knew how to do with it, but I just wasn’t sure if I could do it.
As I thought about what to do I almost completely forgot about the male standing right in front of me. I was slowly hand mating him while I was thinking, but it wasn’t enough to keep him satisfied. I looked up at him and he seemed to be getting a bit impatient, so I had no more time to waste. He wanted to mate now and being the service provider I was I couldn’t refuse.
I calmly gave his cock a few licks just to get use to the taste. It tasted a lot like Marco’s did so I began to feel at bit more at ease and ready to perform what I knew how to do. So after those few lick I cautiously inserted the tip of the male’s cock into my mouth and began to suck on it just as Marco liked me to do. I could hear the male begin to make the noises that males do when they mate, so I knew that I was at least doing a satisfactory job. But he didn’t seem content with me just sucking on the tip, so after a while I could feel him put his hands on the back of my head and begin to push my head onto more of his cock.
It was quite a weird experience since Marco was never so forceful with me. And not only that, but his cock was quite a bit larger than Marco’s so I didn’t have ANY free space in my mouth to use my tongue or anything else I had learned. My mouth was simply another hot and wet passage being used to mate.
But there was another strange thing happening as well. His cock was not only bigger in diameter than Marco’s, but it was quite a bit longer. I could feel him begin pushing it in past my comfort point (about the size of Marco’s cock) and I began to feel like I might choke. A professional mater would’ve been able to handle even the biggest of cocks, but as I had been reminded ever since I began I was not a professional mater.
As he entered more and more of his cock into my mouth I really began to feel like I was about to choke and gag on his cock. As much as I wanted to do whatever he wanted me to do I just couldn’t take anymore. So to counteract his constant pressure I put both my hands out and contacted his body as I began to push myself. He quickly seemed to understand that I was at my limit so he regrettably stopped applying pressure to the back of my head. I knew that I wouldn’t be getting paid as much money if I didn’t insert all of his cock into my mouth, but I just didn’t have the experience to do so. And I had already informed him that I was a relatively inexperienced mater, so he should’ve known that he wouldn’t be getting the complete professional mating experience. I also didn’t expect to get as much money as a true professional mater anyway, so I had to stop him before something terrible happened.
Once he stopped applying pressure and I was free to move on my own will I relaxed a small amount. I let his cock rest as deep in my mouth as my body would allow it to go so I could get use to it for a short time before I began to oscillate. I started off very slowly at first since I was not experienced mouth mating with such a large cock, but as time went on and I began to get a bit more comfortable I began to increase the frequency of my oscillations.
It took me some time, but I was eventually able to use some of the techniques I had practiced on Marco. As my jaw opened wider and my mouth began to adjust to the size I found that I was able to do more than I had originally thought possible with such a large cock. I still hadn’t managed to insert the entire length into my mouth, but slowly I began to creep my way further and further down the length of his cock. And not only could I fit more of it inside my mouth, I was finally able to put my tongue to use after I maneuvered it properly. Although I had started off slow and wary with the male I was with it was becoming clearer and clearer that he enjoyed what I was doing. There was no mistaking the sounds he was making. They were the same sounds that Marco always made, more or less, and I knew that Marco always enjoyed mouth mating with me. I also knew that it wouldn’t be long before the male began to release his cum. And when that time came I wanted to make sure I was ready.
I didn’t have to wait long before I could begin to feel the spasms that were a prelude to a male cuming. From my experience with Marco I knew what was coming and I did everything I could to prepare myself. You see, when a male cums he tends to insert his cock as far as it can go in order to release his cum closer to the female’s womb therefore leading to less leakage of it out of the entrance and a better chance of pregnancy. Even though we were only mating for fun it was still something that the male always did. It was more of an instinct than anything else and it was almost impossible to control. That’s why I had tried to prepare to take the full length of this male’s cock into my mouth. I had been able to get all but about three-quarters of an inch into my mouth comfortably, but I ran out of time. When I felt the male’s cock truly start to spasm I knew what was coming.
I took one last big gulp of air before loosening the muscles of my mouth and throat as much as possible. Just as I had expected he thrust the entire length of his cock into my mouth and held it there as he began to release his cum. I felt very uncomfortable in this position; so much so that I thought for sure I was about to cough and gag more that a few times, but somehow I was able to control myself. I felt the male’s come as it shot straight into the back of my throat and I quickly began to swallow it. The last thing I needed now was a large amount of cum in my throat. But the male finished cuming quickly enough and just held his cock there deep within my mouth. I had gotten a good breath previously, but now I was close to running out of oxygen. I was about to apply some more pressure on his body to pull the cock out of my mouth, but just before I was about to move he began to pull it out himself.
I took a deep breath as his cock exited my mouth before swallowing any residual cum. I looked up at him once I was done and he looked satisfied by my performance. But I wasn’t quite done yet. I had given him some pleasure, now it was time for some of my own.
I slowly turned around and placed both my hands on the mattress which exposed my rear end to the male. “I’m all yours,” I said to him just as I had heard occasionally on “The Playboy Channel”. By this time I had become somewhat skilled at turning around to look in this position and I gave him a small smile. His cock was still limp from just recently releasing it’s cum, but it quickly began to grow again. He didn’t even wait for it to reach its maximum size before he kneeled down on the mattress behind me and began to insert it into my entrance.
I had finger mated with myself previously while I was mouth mating with the male and I was always glad that I did. Even though Marco was usually gentle inserting his cock into me the first time it still helped to be a little bit ready. But I was really glad that I had finger mated before this male inserted his cock into my entrance. As I mentioned before this male had a very large cock and I wasn’t sure that I would be able to handle it at first. I’m sure that a professional mater would’ve known exactly what to do in this situation, but unfortunately I didn’t. The only thing I knew how to do is whatever I did with Marco, and Marco’s cock was quite a bit smaller. I was also glad that this male didn’t wait until his cock reached its maximum size before he entered my entrance.
It hurt. It hurt quite a bit actually. But he was the customer and I was just the service provider. He was in control of what he wanted to do and it was my job to do it for him. There was no way that I could simply say “stop” or “slow down”. I had already made things bad enough by restricting our mouth mating and I didn’t need to further agitate my one and only willing customer. So I did the only thing I could do. I clenched my teeth and began to endure it.
Not only was his cock larger than I was use to, but he was inserting it much too quickly. I couldn’t help but wiggle and squirm as he stretched my entrance farther and quicker than I ever had before. But before I knew it I felt his pelvic region make contact with my rear end and I knew he had inserted his entire length into me. I was greatly looking forward to the pause that always came at this point to let me get use to the size, but to my dismay he quickly began to pull out again.
It was then that I knew I had, pardon the human expression, bitten off more than I could chew. It was clear that I was not prepared for this and I didn’t know how to handle it. I was a fool to believe that I could be a professional mater with only two weeks of experience, but it was too late to turn back now. The only thing I could do was look forward to the pleasure I knew was coming. But how soon, how much, and how long that pleasure would last I wasn’t sure.
The male seemed oblivious to my struggles as he began to oscillate at an ever increasing frequency. At first it pained me greatly, but just as it always happened with mating the pain eventually started to go away. The pain was much more intense in the beginning, but I found that it began to get numb quicker. That’s when the pleasure really kicked in.
I had long ago realized that the larger something inserted into my entrance is the more pain it gives me at first, but it also gives me more pleasure afterwards. That’s what I was hoping for when the male first inserted his cock into me, but the pain was so great at the time that I thought I might never feel the pleasure. I was greatly mistaken.
After the male settled into a steady frequency of oscillations I could begin to feel the pain melt away and be replaced by pleasure. But there was a lot more pleasure than I ever remember getting before. The male’s cock just filled me up and made me feel whole and complete. No longer did I just have a hole in me; now it was filled completely by this male and I absolutely loved the feeling. I had felt the same way with Marco, but this was a significant amount better. I could feel every contour of this males cock much more clearly than I could feel Marco’s. I could feel his heartbeat pulsating within his cock much more vigorously than I could feel with Marco’s. It was just like everything I had ever experienced about mating was multiplied by two and I loved every second of it.
Not only was the male beginning to make the normal noises that males make while mating, now I was beginning to make noises that I didn’t even know I could make. I had totally lost control of my body to the innermost primal part of my brain and now my cognitive mind was simply drifting in a sea of pleasure. I could’ve stayed like this forever, but unfortunately I knew that I couldn’t. And shortly after it began to feel immensely pleasurable I could feel the male’s spasms begin. I wanted this experience to last forever, but as the male gave one last powerful thrust into me and began to release whatever cum he had left I knew it was almost over.
He stayed inside me for quite a long while as both of us began to try and catch our breath. By the time he began to pull his cock out of my entrance it had shrunken significantly, but it was still large enough that it made the distinctive wet popping noise as it exited my body. With the male’s cock withdrawn from my body I felt empty. And since his cock was the biggest I ever mated with I felt emptier than I ever had before. I wanted nothing else but to feel his cock inside me again filling me more than anything ever had before, but I knew enough to know that the male was finished mating. I slowly turned around on my hands and knees until I was facing the male and I gave him a smile, a human facial expression that denotes happiness or pleasure.
He looked back at me while still breathing heavily and said, “Dayum, dat was da best fuckin’ I’ve ever had.”
I wasn’t completely sure what he had said, but I could tell from his tone and demeanor that he had enjoyed mating with me; much to my relief. “I’m glad that I could be of service,” I said back causing both of us to smile, “Is there anything else you would like to perform? Perhaps you would like to mate again?”
“Nah,” he said back while giving a few gasps for air, “I cun barely move. Fowget about gettin another boner. But derz one mo thing you could do fo me. Howzabout you clean me off?”
His accent made it hard to understand what he was saying, but I thought I knew what he wanted me to do. But just to be safe I decided to ask again. “You want me to clean you off?”
“Ya,” he replied as he grasped his shrinking cock, “get to it.”
“But,” I replied, “I do not have any paper towels or any other cleaning tools for that matter. How am I supposed to clean your cock?”
He laughed a bit before he said, “Wit yo mouth you whore!” I knew what he wanted me to do, but I had never tried something like that before. I might have seen it preformed once on “The Playboy Channel”, but I had never cleaned Marco’s cock after we had finished mating. The morphing process would always remove unwanted debris from Marco’s cock so I never had a reason to. But since this male couldn’t morph I realized that he would indeed need his cock cleaned of mating fluids.
I slowly approached his moist cock and tentatively grabbed a hold of it with one hand. It was very slippery, but I guess that was a good thing since we just mated. I wasn’t sure what it was going to taste like, but I was somewhat eager to learn. I shifted a bit closer to him before I finally opened up my mouth and inserted the tip of his cock into it.
The taste was bizarre. I could still taste the saltiness I usually tasted when mouth mating with a male and I could also taste the residual flavor of cum which I had expected, but there was something more. I had tasted a male’s mating juices, but I had never tasted my own. At first there was this strange almost sour taste that I kind of liked, but there was also this sort of sweet taste that I found exciting as well. Ass with all mating fluids and parts it had its own unique taste, and I’m not sure how much the mating had altered it, but you’d have to taste it for yourself to really know what it tastes like.
I started with only the tip of the male’s cock at first, but I quickly engulfed his entire cock (since it was shrinking it wasn’t that difficult). I almost thought I was mouth mating as I began to work a bit harder, but the male wasn’t interested in mouth mating again.
“Yo,” he said to me, “dat’s enof. Don’t make me pop a bonah again!” So reluctantly I gave one last pass on his cock to make sure I got everything off that I could before I pulled it completely out of my mouth.
“Would you like anything else?” I said trying to be polite.
“Nah,” he said back as he wiped his cock off with his inner layer of artificial skin to remove anything I had missed, “I’m good, I’m good.” Then as he began to reapply his artificial skin I could hear him say to me, “Dat was a damn good fuck. Damn good.”
I knew he was praising me for my work and I began to get excited. I was curious as to how much I would receive for my work. I had made some mistakes that was for sure, but still I had worked hard not to stop him when he began to actually mate with me.
Once he was done applying his artificial skin he gave me a smile and pulled out his wallet. I could barely contain my excitement as he began to sort through however much money he had in there. And when I saw him pull out some money I could barely wait any longer. The only problem was that it was very dark in the alleyway and I couldn’t see what denomination the bill he handed me was. I was eager to get out into the artificial light to see, but I still had a customer to deal with.
“Thank you very much!” I said as I grasped the bill in my hand.
“You’ve earned it,” he said back. “I wish I coulda givin’ you more, but dat’s all I gots to spare.” He began to turn around a walk away, but he had another thought. “Hey, you gonna be back here tommora night? I might just hafta come back and pay you anotha visit. You don’t mind if I bring a few friends, do ya?”
Hearing him say that was definitely a shock. I had just wanted to see if I was experienced enough to be a professional mater and I realized that I wasn’t. I honestly wasn’t thinking about professionally mating with anyone else until I had more experience, but this male wanted to mate again tomorrow night. I had done a good enough job that I already had a customer for tomorrow night as well. And if he brought some of his friends (who I hoped were male) then things could get very interesting. I had seen multiple males mate with a single female before on “The Playboy Channel” and I was very curious how it would feel, but since I had only mated with Marco before I didn’t think I’d ever get the chance. But here it was right in front of me. How could I refuse?
“If you want me to be here tomorrow night,” I said back to the male, “then I will be here tomorrow night. And I don’t mind mating with a few other males either.”
“Sounds good,” he said back as he began walking away, “we’ll be here around da same time. Peace.” And with that he turned the corner and made his way out of the alley.
I waited for a few minutes just to make sure he was gone before I quickly rushed out into the artificial light and opened my hands. I wasn’t exactly sure how to feel about the crumple ten dollar bill that I saw. On the one hand the professional maters I had seen received quite a bit more money than I had and I worked hard to let the male do whatever he wanted with me. But I was by no means a professional mater and I knew that. I had made some mistakes and probably had not performed up to the standards of the actual professional maters. Ten Human dollars was still a decent amount of money for me and when I added in the pleasure I had received from the male it seemed just about right.
I wanted to continue mating to see if there were any other customers attracted to me by my previous mating, but it was now getting very late. I was not use to staying up this late. Even though I had taken a small nap during the day to compensate for the long night I had ahead all of the morphing had tired me out. And that’s not even taking the mating into consideration. Mating always tired me out and this session was no exception. And to top it all off I still had to fly back to my scoop before I could rest.
So I went back into the alleyway to hide as I demorphed and then remorphed into my owl morph. After making sure that I had my well earned ten Human dollars clutched tightly in my talon I flapped hard for some altitude and began my journey back to my scoop.
Along the way I began to try and remember everything that had happened to me tonight. I knew that I had to write everything down when I made it back or else I might forget something important the next day. And it also helped to keep my mind off of how tired I was and how hard it was to fly as an owl.
I had to make a stop just as I did on the way to “the shady side of town”, but I think the trip was quicker coming back than it was going there. Once I finally landed back at my scoop I demorphed and sluggishly made my way over to my writings. I was tired when I arrived, but now after I finished writing one of the longer entries I’ve ever written I’m completely exhausted. How it is that I’m able to keep standing on my hooves I’m not sure, but I know I can’t do it for much longer. I’m just glad that there’s nothing important I have to do in the morning since I know I will remain asleep until noon at least. But considering what I learned and experienced today I have no objections. In fact, I’m even looking forward to tomorrow.
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Ending Timestamp: 3:52am Human Time
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