Bread at a restaurant

When I came back to my hotel room, there was a woman waiting inside the room. She greeted me with a big smile.


“Hello, I had the maid let me in, I hope you don’t mind”.

“Who … who are you?”

I hadn’t expected that the maid would just let anyone in.

“Please … “ she said. “I need your help …”

“My help?” That made me listen. I don’t like people invading my privacy, but if people need help, I am usually very helpful.

“I need help – but it’s a little hard to explain” she said and started lowering her blouse.


“What a minute! What are you doing!?”

I was extremely confused now, this lady asking for my help and 2 seconds later, flashing her breasts at me.

“Please … I need your help” she said again. I thought that I should give someone needing my help some time to explain.

The woman dropped her jeans too. “Do you think I look nice?” she asked.


I gave the only honest AND polite answer. “Yes of course”. But I was not at all comfortable about this situation. I didn’t know what this lady was doing and didn’t really want to have anything to do with her.

But she kept asking for my help, so I gave her some more time…

While she took her underwear off too, she started to explain – as much as she could. “I need your help, please. I need to have sex with you today. Right now. It’s very important for me, you would really be helping me out a lot. I know it sounds strange, but I really hope that you will help me. Unfortunately I cannot tell you more right now, I just hope that you believe me and will help me”.


I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. That was the strangest request I had ever heard. “Sex with you? Do you mean that you need me to fuck you right now?”

“Will you please?” she asked. “Am I not attractive enough”.

“Of course” I said – “But why?”

“To help me. I know it sounds strange, but I cannot tell you exactly why, only that you would be doing me a great favor. Please, will you do it?”

For some reason this woman needed my help. If she had come to me with some other request for help, I would probably do what I could to help her, so I figured to myself that this wasn’t any different. She needed my help and I was going to help her.

“I guess I can help, then” I finally said, after thinking about it for what must have been a minute or two. Satisfied she lied back and spread her legs. I could feel my penis move. I dropped my pants and guided my penis to her vagina.


As I started pushing my penis into her, I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. “Sorry” I said “It’s just, that nothing like this ever happened to me before”.

“That’s fine – please continue” she said and spread her legs further. “You need to get it all the way in”.

After going in, it went smoother. I started fucking her faster and faster and she just lied there smiling at me. “Thankyou, thankyou” she said. “Go on”.

A soon to be relevant question came to mind. “You want me to cum in you?”

“As you please” she replied.


From there I didn’t hold back. For some reason this woman wanted my cum and I was going to give it to her. I was happy to help and even enjoyed it somewhat.

“You want this?” I moaned at her. She nodded her head, still smiling. “Please”.

With that cute please I couldn’t hold it in any longer and I started cumming in her. I can’t remember I’ve ever cum that much before, I must have thrusted cum in her 5 or 6 times.


“Thanks” she said.

“Glad I could help” I replied. She lied back on the couch and looked at me as I started dressing myself again.

"Want to go again?” she asked. “Can’t” I replied, although that was a half lie – I probably could go again 20 minutes later, but honestly just felt I had helped her enough.

“Alright” she said. With my cum still dripping out of her pussy, she held out her hand to me and said “That’ll be 30 dollars”.


“Yes, 30 dollars, that’s my fee.”

“What? You’re a prostitute!?”

“Of course, and thanks for the help, I really needed the money”. She smiled.

I didn’t really ask for her services – but I guess it’s only fair that I pay her. Thinking about it, when you eat the bread at a restaurant, you some times get billed for it, even though you never really ordered the bread. But when you eat the bread – or fuck the prostitute, it’s fair enough to pay”

I gave her the 30 dollars. “OK, I think I’ll have another round after all”.

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