There’s something about being a powerful businessman and infidelity that just seem to go hand in hand. That was the excuse James always used when he was away from his wife, picking up young girls from clubs who drop their knickers at the sight of a sports car and a fat wallet, or when he picked up a hooker. “She’ll never know, and all the guys do it” he’d think when he sat in his hotel room for some cheap slut on too much makeup to wander in, a girl paid to suck his middle-aged dick and let him fuck her for the three short minutes he could manage. He always felt powerful with hookers – he could make them do ANYTHING for money – so after a few years of living this supposed high-life he indulged a few fetishes of his. This, although he didn’t know if at the time, would be his downfall.
He’d had a few threesomes, spanked a few girls’ arses and so on but he had a couple of more unusual kinks, and one night after a few drinks called up a favourite agency of his and asked for an older woman to be send round, much older in fact. He was told a 67 year old was on their books and could be with him soon. The idea of humiliating an old woman like this excited him a lot, thinking he could do so much to her and she’s so fucking old and desperate she’d have to go along with it.
A short time later, Joy knocked at the hotel room door. Despite her age she was quite elegant, and having been briefed quickly stripped to her underwear. Her long blonde hair shimmered as her slightly curvy body, shapely ass and C cups were shown off by her sleek black basque. James smiled and picked up two champagne glasses, walking over to his whore for the night as he took a sip from his glass. Just as she started to reach out to take the other glass he threw it in her face. “Champagne is for ladies, not worthless old cunts like you. If you don’t get on your knees and start sucking right away I’m not even fucking paying you.”
Joy was shocked, and humiliated, but she needed the cash…reluctantly she got to her knees and unzipped James’ trousers, fumbling around in his underwear for his cock. As she started to suck it, holding back tears, she was shocked at how small his penis was. It seemed just over 4”, the smallest she’d experienced. Feeling a little bit better knowing he was so tiny she carried on sucking, stroking his balls with her fingers as she bathed his dick in soft kisses and licks before sucking it some more. Although she was an expert cocksucker James just couldn’t stay hard. She looked up without saying a word as she stroked his limp dick, but her face said it all…he stormed off to the bathroom and returned a few minutes later. “That doesn’t happen, you’re just too old and fucking ugly.” He reached for his wallet, took out half of what he owed Joy and threw it on the floor at her. “Don’t tell anyone or I’ll make sure you regret it, I know a lot of powerful people.” He laid down on his bed as his hooker quickly dressed, acting dishevelled as she left the room with her meagre earnings for the night. As she closed the door however, a smile crept across her face.