It was the year before I went to college that I first learned the value men placed on what lay between my legs.
Well, there was more to it than that, of course. I was beautiful. I'm not being all that conceited when I say that. I know what's considered beautiful, after all, and I fit the bill. It's not anything I'm, responsible for. It's just a fact.
I have long, coppery red hair, thick and full and lusciously soft, mostly straight, with thick bangs over my forehead. I have a very pretty face, with high cheekbones and a small chin, a small mouth with full, pouty lips, and a narrow, aristocratic nose. I have deep, bright green eyes that I can change easily between naive innocence and confident intelligence.
I'm five-ten, a hundred fifteen pounds. I have full round breasts that are just a bit too large for my chest, but not quite large enough for me to be considered busty. My waist is very narrow, and I have wide, womanly hips with a tight, round butt. My legs are long and smoothly contoured, perhaps my best feature, really.
In other words, I fit the bill for beauty pretty darned well, and always have. I was a cute kid. In high school, and even in junior high all the boys wanted to get their hands on me.
And some of them got more than that on me.
I was no virgin. I'd been blessed in that my very first sexual experience, the one where I lost my cherry, was to a guy who knew what he was doing. I came like gang busters, which is not usually the case, you know. That colored my opinion of sex and I got as much as I dared afterwards.
Not that I was a slut. I fucked guys for my own pleasure, not because I was this weak, stupid little fool who couldn't say now or was desperately looking for affection. I picked the guys I fucked, and we did it when and where and how I wanted it.
Still, I'd had to be careful to some extent. I couldn't just fuck anyone, or I'd get a reputation, and I valued other people's opinion of me, at least to some extent. I wound up jerking off a lot more than I would have liked, just because I didn't have some guy available who I could trust to keep quiet.
Anyway, school had let out, high school, I mean, and I had the summer to get up enough money for college. I mean, my parents would help, but they didn't have much money, so I'd have to pay at least half myself.
I spent some weeks looking for jobs, but most of them ... actually, all of them, were low paying crap jobs like waitressing and store clerk. They mostly paid about four to five bucks an hour, and, though I wasn't a math whiz, I could add that up pretty clearly into how little I'd make for an entire summer of work.
I wasn't keen on working in the summer to begin with. After all, I'd always had my summers off, except for maybe a little part time job the previous summer. The idea of working forty hours a week was no appealing, and doing it for little money, all of which I'd have to spend on school, was even worse.
Anyway, getting back to the math, I figured that at five bucks an hour I'd make no more than two hundred a week, minus taxes, of course. That was twenty-four hundred bucks for the summer, again minus taxes. Probably I'd clear less than two thousand.
That wasn't much.
Anyway, I got a job as a clerk in a fancy wine store. The place sold no liquor or beer, just wine, and no cheap wine either. I was frankly amazed at the prices people were willing to pay for a bottle of wine, hundreds of dollars in many cases.
I made two hundred and fifty dollars a week, and it didn't take me long to decide that I was made for better things. I was looking around for another job when I met mister Smythe.
Smythe came in one day and bought a case of wine for three thousand dollars. I could only shake my head, for that was more money than I'd make for the entire summer.
Smythe was in his fifties, but was very trim and fit, and very handsome too. We got to talking as I rang up his bill, and I said how it must be great to have money.
"Ahh, having money is just a matter of finding out where your talent is and using it ... Allison," he smiled, reading my name tag.
"I'm just going to college this fall," I sighed. "I don't have any talents yet."
"Ahhh, I disagree," he smiled. "From where I stand I can see you have many talents."
"Oh?"
"You're charming, lovely ... "
"I can't get rich on my looks," I snorted. "Not unless I happened to get in with some kind of modeling agency or film producer."
"Oh, I don't know," he grinned. "There are other ways to make money."
"Yeah, tell me one and I'll do it," I smiled, just chatting, you know.
He looked me up and down, grinning, and I figured out what he was talking about. I blushed and tsked, thinking he was joking.
"They say women sit on their fortunes," he said.
"I've heard that," I snorted. "That's sexist."
"If men could get paid to have sex they'd all be prostitutes," he said.
"Men are all whores," I laughed.
"True. We'd give it away."
He left, and I thought no more about our conversation. Then he came back a week later and bought two more cases ... for five thousand dollars.
"Is this wine really worth that?" I asked.
"Is it that much better than ordinary wine, you mean? Probably not, but money isn't a big bother for me. If I can afford the best, why not buy it?"
"I guess," I said.
"I always get the best," he smiled.
"I can't afford the best of anything," I sighed.
"Ah, you will one day. I can see you're made for better things than this."
"I agree with you there."
"Well, use your charm, pretty girl, find a more rewarding profession."
"I've tried," I said. "There's not much out there."
"I know a prospective opening that would pay fairly well."
"Oh, yeah?" I said, with a flicker of interest.
"My love slave," he growled teasingly.
I snorted and shook my head.
"Pays well," he grinned.
"Uh huh," I said.
"Say, five hundred dollars a week."
"That's not much," I protested.
"Ah, but that's just one evening's work per week."
"Oh, five hundred a day. That's pretty good. Hell, that's twice what I make here for a whole week."
"You're hired then," he said.
He took out a card and handed it to me. "Be here at seven tomorrow evening."
I frowned as I stared at the card, then I looked up at him, just beginning to get the idea that he was serious.
He wasn't smiling. He walked out of the door, the boy following him with the two cases of wine on a handcart. I gazed down at the card, then up at him through the window again.
At first I got angry, and tossed the card into the garbage. I mean, who did he think he was anyway? And what kind of a girl did he think I was? Of all the nerve!
Then, kind of, you know, thinking about it, I wondered what it would be like to sleep with him. I thought he'd probably be a better lay than most of the guys I'd had, that he'd probably be more experienced, gentler, more caring than them.
Then I thought about getting paid five hundred dollars, two weeks' salary, for one evening's "work".
Then I remembered he'd said one evening per week. He meant every week. It would be like, well, like a job, you know, only it would pay twice as well as this one, and take up only one evening a week. For all intents and purposes I'd have the summer off.
That's when I first began flirting with the notion of actually, well, of doing it. Okay, not seriously, but, you know, just kind of thinking of how it would be like.
I mean, hell, it wouldn't be bad having sex with him. In fact, it would probably be enjoyable. Getting paid money for it would just eliminate the need to work every day at a crummy job like this.
I fished his card out of the waste basket and examined it again. The address was in Rockliffe Park, the exclusive home of the city's richest people. I'd gone through there a few times on my bike, drooling over the gorgeous mansions and gardens.
I tried to convince myself he'd been kidding, but I knew he wasn't. He was really suggesting that I come over and let him ... fuck me ... for money.
Again I became indignant, but I shoved the card back into my pocket.
The next morning at work a messenger delivered a box to me with two dozen red roses. Inside the box was a small card. "See you at seven," It said. There were five one hundred dollar bills inside.
I was shocked, indignant, flattered, confused, I didn't know what to think. Five hundred dollars in cash! This guy was serious!
Again I thought about having sex with him. Again I figured it would probably be enjoyable. I'd only seen him twice, but I felt he was a nice man. I had no fears that he was some kind of a demented psycho or something.
I thought about it all day, wavering between one decision and another. First, I thought I'd send him his money back by mail. Then, I thought I'd keep it and teach him a lesson. Then I thought about bringing it to him, along with the flowers, and throwing it all in his face.
But he was a nice guy. I mean, he'd acted pretty nice. It was hard to feel violent towards him.
The idea of actually doing it, of fucking him, flittered through my mind again and again, but I kept rejecting it.
I just wasn't sure why.
I mean, well ... like I said earlier, I'd probably enjoy it. Why shouldn't I do something I liked doing? Why not? It would sure make my life easier.
No, no, I couldn't.
I went home after work and put the flowers into a vase, lying to my parents about who'd sent them to me. I went up to my room and considered what to do, for I still hadn't made any decision.
I stripped out of my work clothes and stood in front of the mirror in my bra and panties. Almost without thinking about it I began to pose seductively for myself, smiling, running my tongue along my lower lip, sliding my hands up through my thick, red hair, and arching my back.
I looked down at the dresser, where the five hundred dollars was, then back at myself. I thought about all the time I'd have for the beach and partying if his offer was genuine and I accepted it.
But no, it was impossible. I couldn't.
I went to the closet and almost defiantly pulled out a jumpsuit. It was black, and though it was made for a woman's body it was not particularly tight or anything. It zipped up from crotch to throat, and was the kind of thing you wore when painting or cleaning, not for going on a date or ... or anything like that.
I pulled my hair back behind me into a tail, then wound it up and tied it loosely. Then I picked up the five hundreds and went downstairs to the car. I drove across town to Rockliffe park and found the right street, then slowly searched along the gates for the right number.
When I found it I parked for a few minutes, thinking about what to say. Finally, I decided to just politely tell him I wasn't interested, give him his money, and go.
I drove through the open gate and up to the house, then got out and nervously walked up to the big front door.
I couldn't help looking around at the place. It sure was nice, nice and big. I wondered why a single guy living alone wanted a big place like this. Maybe it was like he said, if you could afford the best, then get it. What did it matter if it was a waste of money?
Then I thought, what if he didn't live alone. But no, of course he must. He wouldn't have dared give me his card and invite me over if he had, like, a wife and kids running around.
I rang the bell, wondering if the door would be answered by some kind of English butler. It was Smythe himself, though, that answered the door.
"Miss Connely, You're early, but I'm pleased you could make it," he said, smiling as he motioned me in.
"Uh, I uh, can't stay," I said. "I just came to bring you back your money."
"Oh but you must at least have a drink of wine. You did say you wondered what a three hundred dollar bottle of wine tasted like."
"Well ... okay," I said a little nervously.
He led me into a huge entry hall with a big chandelier hanging in the middle. We turned into an enormous ... living room, I guess you'd call it. It had a giant fireplace at one end, floor to glass windows alone one wall, and enough sofas and chairs to seat several dozen people easily.
He led me over to one of the sofas, motioning for me to sit there as he walked to the bar and went behind it.
"I thought you were joking in the store the other day," I said, anxious to reaffirm to him that I had no intention of having sex with him.
"I never joke about business," he smiled, popping a cork, then pouring wine into a glass.
"Business?" I asked.
"Well, a business arrangement," he shrugged, bringing over the wine and glasses. "Something that would be mutually beneficial for the both of us."
"Look, Mister Smythe," I said.
"George," he interrupted.
"George," I said. "You're a very attractive man, and you have ... " I looked around and shook my head "A lot of money. I'm sure you'd have no trouble finding women who'd be willing to share some time with you."
"Bimbos impressed by my money, you mean?"
"Uhm, well ... "
"But why should I go to all the trouble of seeking them out and impressing them when all they're interested in is my money? It's far easier to simply pay a young lady to spend a few precious hours with me. Then I don't have anything to worry about."
"But ... but ... "
"I'm simply not interested in any kind of long term personal relationship, my dear. Quite frankly, women your age are rather, well, for the most part, they don't share any of my interests, and I share few of theirs."
"Well, then why don't you find some ladies your own age?"
"Oh, but I do. I enjoy spending time with them. Sex, though, is something else again. For sex, there's nothing better than a young, soft, firm, eager female, one who isn't socked, one willing to do whatever I want without protest. If I can purchase something like that why shouldn't I?"
"Well ... I guess there's no reason," I said hesitantly. "But I'm not a hooker."
"Not yet, no."
"I don't intend to ever be one," I said firmly.
"You're no virgin, surely?"
"No, but ... "
"Tell me the difference between having sex with someone for free, and doing it for money."
"Normally when you have sex with a man it's because it's someone you care for, someone you intend to have a relationship with, someone ... "
I suddenly realized I was repeating that same stupid double standard I hated, the one that said men can have as much sex as they want but women needed to have a special relationship with a guy before sleeping with them.
I remembered then, the guys I'd slept with who I barely knew, guys I'd had sex with just for pleasure, guys who's names I didn't even know. It had been for fun, not money, but couldn't it have been for both. If they'd showered me with money afterwards, why should I have protested that?
What was wrong with fucking for fun ... and then getting paid afterwards?
I looked at George in a new light, as a prospective bed partner. Certainly, he was older than anyone I'd ever slept with before, but I was still willing to bet, as I had before, that he would probably be better in bed than most of the callow boys I'd had sex with.
He was nice, he was handsome ... why shouldn't I sleep with him? Hell, the money was beside the point. If he could show me a good time that would relieve me of the chore of finding guys with tight lips. I hadn't had sex in several months now, and with a full time job staring me in the face it wasn't likely I'd change that soon.
Unless I took him up on his offer. Not only would he, presuming he was any good, show me a good time at least once a week, but I wouldn't have to work anymore. I'd also get twice as much money as I did at work.
I think he sensed my indecision, for he just sat there and smiled, and sipped from his wine glass. I picked up my own for the first time, and took a sip. It was quite good, actually, though I didn't see that it was worth all that much more than cheaper wine.
George shifted a little closer to me. My mind was whirling with indecision. Should I or shouldn't I? The advantages of agreeing were many, while the down side was ... Well, I didn't see a downside. That made it hard to say no.
George was on my right side, and his left arm came up and slid over my shoulders. I flinched, but did nothing, still not certain which way I should fall, what to do.
Being a prostitute!
No more getting up at six and working all day. Twice the money. Spending all day at the beach or with my friends.
But being a prostitute?
George's hand slid through my long red hair, and he deftly untied the knot holding it back in the tail. It tumbled loose around my face, and George smiled. I held my breath as my heart pounded. George's right hand slid against my cheek and stroked it lightly.
He pulled my face gently towards him as he leaned into me. For a second I pulled back, just a for a second, then his lips were pressing against mine. They were ever so soft, and I sighed and gave myself up to his kiss.
My pussy was starting to sparkle as the notion, the realization, that I was going to allow him his way with me settled on my mind and was transmitted down through my body. A part of me said this was terrible, immoral, but I ignored it.
George's lips pulled back, then pressed forward again as he eased me back on the sofa. His lips slid over mine and his tongue gently stroked against my lips, then pushed inside just a little.
George's left hand continued to stroke my hair as his right shifted off my face and down onto my throat, then onto my shoulder. I almost held my breath as it slowly moved down onto my left breast, caressing it through the fabric of my jumpsuit.
It moved on, stroking along my side and hip, then up my belly to cup my breast again. It was very gentle, and stirred the fires inside me far more than a harsh groping would have.
He eased back, smiling still, a nice smile, not a dirty one, not a smug one. His hand went to my throat and he carefully gripped the zipper running down the front of my jumpsuit. Slowly, teasingly, he eased the zipper downwards, down towards my breasts, then further, exposing the lacy pink bra and the center of my chest.
Down further, down my belly, down to my belly button, then still further, down to where the waistband of my matching pink panties were. He let it go, his hand sliding onto the exposed flesh of my abdomen, stroking it, sliding up my navel, up my chest to cup my left breast through the bra.
He eased in and kissed my throat, then my lips again as his hand cupped and kneaded my breast through the bra. His fingers stroked the upper swells of my breasts just above the small pink bra, then both his hands gripped the sides of my jumper.
He pulled his face back as he pulled the jumper wider, pushing it over my shoulders to expose my entire chest for the first time. His eyes moved to my breasts, encased in the bra, and he licked his lips admiringly.
Then he pushed a hand in behind me and undid the bra clasp. I eased loose, and he lifted it and bared my breasts.
My face reddened in embarrassment at the sudden nudity, but he was looking at my breasts, not my face, and his gaze was one of admiration mixed with lust.
"What magnificent breasts," he breathed.
I blushed even more deeply, though I was pleased.
"I've seen bigger ones," he said. "But never ones so ... finely made, not real ones anyway."
He pushed the jumpsuit further down my arms and I pulled my arms free, then reached down and lifted the bra up and over my shoulders. I was now naked to the waist as George continued to admire my breasts.
His hands cupped them and held them reverently, then he began to stroke the undersides.
"Magnificent," he repeated. "Lovely and magnificent, the firmness of youth, the softness of a flower."
His hands caressed my breasts, circling them, squeezing lightly, then he bent forward and kissed my left nipple. The kiss turned into a long, lingering, suck, soft, but insistent, with his tongue swirling around my hot pink bud with careful, expert movements.
Never before had anyone made such love to my breasts. For long minutes he simply stroked and squeezed and kneaded and licked and sucked on both breasts. His lips suckled on my nipples, his teeth gnawed lightly, teasingly, his tongue swirled and twirled and lapped with delighted pleasure.
My breasts had swollen, my nipples hardened, before he'd even gotten my jumper open. After perhaps ten or fifteen minutes of squeezing and stroking and sucking, they felt as hard as rocks, the skin straining tautly as it tried to envelope the swollen flesh within. My nipples burned and crackled with sexual electricity, reveling in the long, wondrous suckling and rubbing.
I was breathing hard, my pussy buzzing and drooling, and he hadn't even done more than play with my breasts. I was terribly excited, and wanted to tell him to get on with it, to fuck me now, hard, but I was conscious that he was paying me, that he could do as he wanted, when he wanted.
And that thought excited me more. I felt like a wicked, slutty girl, a hot, slatternly whore .that used men for her pleasure. I'm a prostitute, I thought dazedly, my groin throbbing with lust and heat and desperate yearning.
I laid my head back and groaned weakly as my breasts pulsed with heat and pleasure. They felt like overfilled balloons that would explode from the pressure within, and every touch, every stroke of his fingers sent raw sexual excitement ripping through my chest.
I was on the verge of an orgasm, and he hadn't even touched my pussy! I'd never had sex like this before. My previous experiences had always been rough, hurried grappling in the backs of cars. This was something completely new.
One of George's hands slid down my bare belly then and into the waistband of my panties. I gasped and stiffened as I felt his fingers sliding through my small thatch of red pussy hair, then press against the hot, moist center of my being.
I whimpered and my fingers clutched into fists beside me as I jerked my legs further apart. I felt his fingers against my slit, felt them pressing down, stroking.
And I came, gurgling in wondrous pleasure as I humped and jerked and groaned in exultant sexual heat. My head rolled and thrashed from side to side as the orgasm whipped through my overheated body. My loose red hair flew from side to side, until it covered my vision, my face, like a red veil.
George's fingers pressed down harder just as my orgasm began, and he began to stroke back and forth over my clitty with short, sharp, rapid movements, sending fire burning through my belly as the power of the orgasm rippled up and down my spine.
I went limp, groaning weakly as my chest heaved.
"Well now," he smiled, "Wasn't that nice? You're a very responsive young lady, Allison."
"I've never ... No one's ever ... done that," I panted.
"What?"
"Done ... spent so much time ... I don't know," I groaned. "You're so much ... more ... " I couldn't quite explain it, explain how much more expert his fingers and lips were than the boys I'd had sex with before, how he made my loins burn with fire."
He seemed to understand anyway, and he smiled as he stroked my breasts and belly.
He gripped my sides and buried his face between my breasts, slowly rubbing it between my breasts. He pressed his hands against the sides of my rounded orbs then, pushing them in against his face as I looked down, eyes blinking.
He pulled his head back, smiling. He stood up and gripped my hand, pulling me to my feet beside him. He gripped the sides of my jumpsuit, which was bunched up around my waist, and pushed it down.
It slid down my thighs, and I bent and pulled my shoes off, then stepped out of the jumpsuit. He pulled me across the floor, him still fully clothed in an expensive suit, me in just my lacy string bikini panties.
He didn't go to a bedroom, but just to a stereo. He turned it on and soft music filled the air, then he put his hand on my waist, and we began to dance.
Chapter Two
It was the oddest thing, dancing in just my panties, the cool air caressing my hard breasts and stiff nipples as I danced a slow song with this older, dignified, gentleman. I felt the musky scent of my pussy, and felt a tingling down there between my legs as I began to rapidly heat up again.
For the first son, his hands remained on my side, and the center of my back. Then as the second song moved along, he pulled me in tight against him, and nuzzled gently at the side of my neck. Both of his hands slowly eased down my back and onto my ass, cupping and squeezing it through the thin panties.
Then they slid through the waistband and cupped my bare ass. I groaned with excitement, my nipples tingling as they rubbed against his suit jacket.
We danced across the room, until we were in front of a huge mirror framed with gold. He stopped the dance then, standing back just a little. His hands pressed softly against the sides of my face, as though cupping and framing it, then they slid through my hair, brushing and flinging it aside.
He turned me to the mirror, so I faced myself, then moved behind me. I quivered with excitement, feeling audacious and daring, to be naked like this in front of a stranger, to be doing these things, these erotic, carnal things that none of my friends had.
He pressed against me, his arms going around my waist and his hands pressing flat against my belly. They slid slowly up and cupped my breasts as I watched in fascination, staring at my image in the mirror as his fingers kneaded and squeezed my firm, rounded breasts.
He nibbled at the underside of my ear, then licked along the nape of my neck, then, as his left hand cupped my right breast, his right hand slid gently down my belly and in through the waistband of my panties.
He found my slit again, and one finger rested along it, sawing ever so lightly. It slowly pressed inwards until it rested along my cunt crack, between my pussy lips, then it began to stroke up and down. I felt hot spasms of lust burning through my lower belly, and ground my ass back against him helplessly.
He forced a second finger into my slit, rubbing insistently up and down the soft, tight crack, rasping against my clitoris as it buzzed and burned, and sent waves of crackling, burning sexual lust through my body.
He was masturbating me! Right in front of a mirror! In his living room, while he was fully clothed! The whole scene was mind blowingly erotic and my guts began to cramp and shake and spasm as the lust roared through me. I reached down and gripped his wrist, then the back of his hand, grinding myself down on his fingers as he sawed them faster along my cunt slit.
I was panting and groaning and writhing in sexual abandon as my body hummed and boiled over with fiery sexual abandon. He mashed his fingers into my breasts and sucked harder on the nape of my neck as I grunted and moaned and then came again, came with a shaking, writhing sexual ecstasy that I had never known before.
I shook in his grip, grunting and moaning and gasping for breath as my body burned with sexual overload. My mind spun as my body was blasted by powerful, searing blasts of pleasure.
My legs went weak and rubbery, and I collapsed against him, groaning in exhaustion as he held me in a tight, powerful embrace.
George eased me back onto the sofa, then gripped my panties and pulled them down my thighs and off. He gripped my legs and lifted them up, spreading them wide as he knelt at my groin.
I was laying lengthwise on the big sofa, and he lay my left leg over the top of the sofa, and the right onto the nearby coffee table. My sex was completely exposed to him as he knelt there staring down at my volcanic fuck opening, and again I felt a slight embarrassment.
But the sexual atmosphere was completely enveloping my mind and body, and I think I would gladly have done anything at that point.
He stroked my thighs, that same smile on his face, then he stood up and removed his jacket. I just lay there and watched, legs wide, as he carefully folded it and put it on a table, then opened his tie and removed it.
He unbuttoned his shirt and folded that atop his jacket, then sat and untied his shoes, removing them and his socks.
I arched my back a little, stretching and sighing in pleasure. I watched him intently as he undid his belt and removed his pants, then finally took off his boxer shorts and folded them neatly atop the pile of clothes.
He had a pretty good body for an old guy. It was slim and trim, with enough musculature to show he worked out now and then. There was no gray that I could see, and his cock stuck out thick and hard and eager, pointing at me with the promise of imminent impalement.
He knelt between my legs and pressed his cock against my snatch, rubbing it up and down between my pussy lips as he stroked my body with his other hand.
I was a little surprised he didn't try to eat me out, but then a lot of guys didn't like doing that, and he was paying, after all. Anyway, I was already hot and moist and ready, and needed nothing further. The orgasm I'd just had was wonderful, but had done nothing to drain the sexual desire from my panting, tired body.
My energy was coming back quickly, and I eagerly welcomed his cock, wanting it buried within me.
He continued to stroke it along my slit, though, as his free hand roamed my body. Finally his cock pressed through and I felt myself pierced, felt his cockhead sliding down my tight, moist cunt tunnel. He pushed it about halfway into me, then pulled it out again.
Several times he entered me, forcing his cock halfway into my slit, then drawing it back again, smiling tearingly at me. Then he pushed it in a final time and let go. He slid forward atop me and I raised my arms and slid them around his body.
He lay full-length atop my naked flesh, rubbing himself from side to side against me, sighing in pleasure as he felt my soft skin against his own. He kissed me again, his lips gentle, his tongue more insistent than before. His left hand slid through my hair as his right squeezed my breast, and he began to grind his hips into my thighs.
For long minutes he lay atop me, grinding his pelvis a little, rubbing his chest against my breasts, caressing my sides and hips, and kissing and licking at my mouth and cheeks and throat. I could feel his cock throbbing in the depths of my belly, but he was in no hurry to begin pumping.
Finally he began to thrust into me, using slow, sharp grinding strokes, his cock grinding over my clitty as he moved his body up and down against mine. I drew my knees back and sighed in happiness as I was finally fucked. My knees rode up and down in time to his strokes, which began deeper and faster as his own excitement grew.
We kissed with growing passion, my hands going to his head as my lips pressed feverishly against his. My own tongue shot up into his mouth as I humped back against his thrusts. I rocked on the sofa, grunting and moaning, panting for breath in between kisses as I felt his hard prick thumping up and down in my belly.
He fucked harder and harder, grunting himself now with the effort as he drove his engorged manhood into my belly with harsh, spiking thrusts. Then he stiffened, and gave a rapid flurry of strokes that sawed his cock across my clitty in a high speed motion that drove me over the edge again.
I clutched my legs around him and groaned in pleasure as I humped up against him. His cock felt wondrous inside me as it pistoned back and forth in my lower belly, and my cunny crackled with pleasure and a roaring heat that drove the thoughts from my skull.
We lay together afterwards, side by side, kissing softly. George ran his hands over my body every few seconds, delighting in his possession of it. I cupped his soft cock and squeezed it a little.
We sipped more wine, though I was careful not to have too much. I didn't want to go home drunk and have to explain what I'd been doing to my parents.
After awhile he rolled off the sofa and beckoned me forward as he stood a few feet away. I sat up, then started to rise.
"No, on your knees," he said, smiling.
Kinky, I thought with rising lust.
I slid forward onto all fours and crawled slowly forward as he slowly backed away. I smiled like a cat, and let my behind swing from side to side as I moved towards him.
He halted and I reached his feet. I looked up, then rose up on my knees, finding myself not far from his cock. His hands slid through my hair and pulled gently, and I reached my hands out and took his cock in them.
"It's a singular pleasure to have a gorgeous young woman kneel naked at your feet," he said.
I said nothing. I rubbed my thumb against the underside of his cockhead as I squeezed and caressed his balls. I knew well how to suck cocks. It was something expected of a girl if she didn't put out, and I didn't put out to guys who might talk, guys who knew me, guys who went to school with me.
I rubbed his cockhead all over my face as I narrowed my eyes to slits and let my lips part. I felt it pulse in my hand as I stroked it across my lips, then sucked it in like spaghetti, drawing the entire length into my mouth as I sucked and munched on it.
I rubbed and stroked his balls as I suckled on his cock, then, squeezing my lips tightly, I eased my head back, pulling his cock out straight, then sliding down its length, pulling like a bird with a worm in its mouth.
I gripped his cock and found it had hardened a little. I rubbed the now moist head against my face again, then pulled it down against my breasts, rubbing it over the nipples, then in between the cleavage. I mashed my breasts against his cock from both sides, then drew it up and pumped my fist over it repeatedly.
It was hardening rapidly, and I grinned in satisfaction. I slid my lips around it and took it in as deep as I could, then bobbed my lips up and down as my tongue worked quickly on the underside.
George mashed my hair up around my head and began to slowly fuck his cock in and out. I held my mouth still, my lips tightly wrapped around his prong as I let him fuck it into my mouth. The head knocked against the back of my mouth several times, almost making me gag, but for the most part he didn't push it too deep.
He bunched my hair up on one side and held it in his fist, then pulled his cock out of my mouth and rubbed it over my face as he held my head tightly against him. I did nothing to resist. In fact, I slid a hand down between my legs and rubbed my clitty as his spit-wet cock coated my face with moisture.
He was breathing hard, his chest heaving, eyes alight with desire. He pulled back, then pulled me forward and down by the hair, forcing me onto all fours. I knelt willingly as he moved behind me, raising my ass and spreading my legs for him as he knelt behind me.
I trembled with lust as I felt his hands on my ass, and groaned in pleasure as he cupped and squeezed my dripping cunt mound. I felt like a real slut, a bitch in heat as I knelt there before him.
His hands rubbed back and forth against my exposed pussy mound and across my round buttocks. Then I felt his stiff cock pressing against my crack. As before, he rubbed it up and down against my pussy crack, then slowly sank it into me.
He gripped my hips tightly, then thrust forward, deep and hard, burying his steely lance in my hot, tight cunt tunnel in a single, fluid motion. I gasped in shock, my head jerking up and back as I was impaled by his hard, meaty pole.
It punched into my guts and then began to rod back and forth inside with a long, steady stroke. I shuddered and let my head fall down again as his hips smacked repeatedly into my ass cheeks.
I was being fucked now, really fucked, fucked like a proper whore. His stiff organ was moving up and down in my belly with delicious sensation of raw, carnal pleasure. I decided that nothing could match the pleasure of having a big stiff cock moving inside me.
My knees and hands jounced and shifted on the floor as his hard hips continued to strike my round ass cheeks. He was fucking me hard and fast, not with the slow, grinding motion he'd" used before. My breasts were shaking back and forth underneath me, and my head was bouncing.
My hair blinded me as it fell down over my face, but I didn't care. All I cared about was that hard meaty tube of flesh punching up into my guts.
My mind was soaring higher and higher as the eroticism of what was happening burned through my consciousness. All the other times I'd had sex were like nothing, just rough, stupid groping and grinding, compared to this sensual, animalistic rutting.
I felt wonderfully sinful, and gloried in it, grunting with pleasure each time his hard cock thrust into my belly. My very skin tingled and crackled with sexual electricity as my insides boiled over with lust and desire.
I drove myself back onto his hard pole with soft yelps of pleasure, even though his hips were actually hurting me as they smacked against my soft ass flesh with loud slapping sounds.
George's hands squeezed my ass, then moved onto my hips, jerking me back to meet his pounding thrusts. They shifted up to my ribs, then under to cup my swinging breasts. He dug his fingers into the soft, malleable meat, making it ooze out around them.
His cock spiked up my crack-hole with furious, pistoning movements, impaling me as it drove deep into my belly. It was the wildest, hottest, crudest, roughest fuck I'd ever had, and as my head bounced and my breasts shook and his hips pounded against my ass, I felt my mind spinning and my insides roaring with fiery sexual pleasure.
I came, my eyes closing tight as I gurgled in wondrous delight. I rutted back against him as he rode me through a blast wave of sexual ecstasy that ripped through my body and slashed across my mind like a bull whip, leaving a white hot trail of massive, burning pleasure behind.
And I should be ashamed because I was being paid for this?
After he dropped his load inside me we lay together on the soft rug while we regained our breath, then he climbed to his feet and hauled me up after him. I wondered if he was still eager for more, and wouldn't have objected if he was, but he just led me down the hall to a bathroom.
Bathroom was what he called it. The thing was immense. I could have lived in there. It was bigger than my bedroom at home. Hell, it was bigger than our living room at home. There was a huge sunken tub, a big marble pedestal in the center of the floor that had two sinks, a shower stall that could have held a double bed, a bidet, which I'd never seen before, and a long cabinet with dozens of drawers.
There were benches, and tables, and chairs, and plants everywhere, and, of course, wall to wall carpeting.
George led me into the big shower stall, sliding open the glass door, and gallantly holding it for me, then stepping in after me. He turned on the water, and it gushed out of a small spigot while he tested the temperature. Then he pulled a lever and water poured down at us from several shower heads above, in front of, and behind us.
He flipped the switch again and the water abruptly cut off. George picked up a thick bar of soap and soaped up his hands, then turned me around and began to soap up my shoulders and back.
I'd never showered with anyone before, and it felt a little weird, but I decided I kind of liked it. I enjoyed the slippery, silky feeling of his soapy hands as they moved over my body, and it felt deliciously sensual as he slid his hands over my breasts and buttocks, then in between my legs.
He seemed intent on absolutely coating me with soap, or maybe, I thought, giggling a little, he just liked rubbing his soapy hands over me as much as I did.
He soaped up my thighs and legs, right down to the ankles, then worked his hands up again, spending a lot of extra time soaping up my crotch and breasts, mashing the soap in thick and wet.
Then, instead of giving me the bar of soap and having me soap him up, he pulled open the door and stepped out. I watched in confusion as he took my wrist and pulled me after him.
There was a softly padded bench nearby, and he draped himself face down on top of it.
"Do you know how the oriental girls bathe a man in Thailand, Allison?" he sighed.
"No," I said uncertainly.
"They use their own soapy bodies, rubbing them against you."
That sounded neat, and very erotic. I licked my lips in excitement and moved forward, throwing a leg over his dripping wet body and sitting down on his back, straddling him like a horse. My soapy ass and crotch rubbed slickly against his wet flesh as I leaned forward and draped myself atop him.
My soapy breasts rubbed against his flesh with a soft, silky feeling and I began to enjoy myself as I got turned on yet again. George, I realized yet again, was much more experienced and knowledgeable than I was about sex, and I could sure learn a lot from him.
I rubbed myself back and forth against his back, then up along his buttocks, using my crotch and thighs and ass to scrub his back and behind. My pussy was completely exposed as I straddled him, and his soapy flesh felt incredibly soft and erotic against my vulnerable pink meat.
I shifted my crotch from side to side as I rode down his thighs, centering my crack on first one leg, then the other as I mashed them against my soapy flesh. I turned around then on the bench, so I faced towards his legs, then bent forward and pressed my breasts against his legs, rubbing them up and down, massaging his thighs and knees and ankles with my fat, warm, soapy orbs.
He turned over onto his back then, and I turned around, straddling his legs and sliding my crotch up his body and over his groin. I rubbed my cunt and ass back and forth against his soft cock and balls, then slid higher, over his belly, pressing my knees and thighs against his sides as my hands moved over his chest.
I bent over again, pressing my soapy tits against his chest and rubbing back and forth and from side to side. I put my arms around his head and we kissed as his hands slid down my back and squeezed my soapy buttocks.
I sat up again, smiling, leering at him, and his hands slid up my soapy belly and mashed my breasts, pressing them together, then squeezing them up, then down, then pulling me down so we could kiss again.
My ass was on his cock, and I felt it hardening as I rubbed back and forth over it. I reached back and got my fingers around it, and began to pump them up and down his shaft as his cock got harder and thicker and hotter.
My pussy was getting hot too. After all, I'd been rubbing it over his soapy body for some time now, so I was hot and ready as I slid backwards over his crotch.
I pushed myself erect, raising my ass off his body, then gripped his cock and held it upright, pointing the angry red head at my pussy crack. I sank down until I felt it against my slit, then fitted the nose inside and slowly sank down onto it.
I groaned in pleasure as my pussy slid down on his soapy shaft. I felt the head drive way up inside me, and rubbed my belly in delight, imagining his cock running straight up into my stomach. It seemed to go deeper like this than the other times he'd fucked me, and I thought that this was surely the best way to fuck.
I leaned forward, my hands flat on his chest as I began to ride his hard, slippery pole. I slapped my soapy ass up and down, up and down, up and down as I gasped in excitement and pleasure. Every little bit I would stop and sort of squirm around atop him, twisting and grinding my pelvis as his cock twisted around inside me.
My blood boiled and my heart raced as I rode faster and faster, gasping and panting for breath as my ass jounced and bounced up and down. I was tearing my pussy straight up, then dropping straight down again, impaling myself on the hard, spiked cock as George slid his hands onto my breasts again and began to knead and massage them.
I jerked my head back as an explosion of sex-heat blasted through my body. My ragged breathing filled the air as my insides twisted and roiled and my mind exploded into shards of jagged ecstasy. I reeled and moaned and then fell forward onto his chest.
He gripped my ass and jerked me up and down, up and down atop his cock as his own orgasm took hold. He grunted and gasped in pleasure as he shot his silvery white jism up into the depths of my pussy hole for the third time that evening.
Finally we climbed off and went back into the shower, then rinsed off. After that we had a final drink, then I left.
I'd gotten there at six and left at eight-thirteen. I'd gotten as much for two and a half hours as I would for working two full weeks at the wine store.
And God, it had been fantastic! Hell, I would have paid him!
I quit my job the next day, of course. Since it was nine to five, and both my parents worked eight to four, I didn't have to explain why I wasn't going anywhere in the day time either. My parents never got home from their jobs until five thirty anyway, so they'd never suspect a thing.
As long as they didn't try to phone me at the wine store, of course.
I spent the next day on the beach with my bikini, glorying in my laziness and freedom. And feeling a profound sense of sexuality as I pranced around displaying much of my flesh to assorted men and boys.
I'd always been aware that I was attractive, that men were turned on seeing me, especially in tight pants or my bathing suit. But now I just felt so ... wonderfully slutty, so sexual and hot and trampy. It turned me on now as I moved around so casually, wearing the tiny string bikini.
I'd never had the courage to buy one of those thong type bikinis, but now I thought seriously about doing it. The idea of walking around with practically my whole ass displayed to any guy that cared to look was terribly arousing now, rather than embarrassing.
I had the money to buy one, too. I deposited half the money George had given me into my college account. I could spend the other half on anything I wanted. I suddenly had a new allowance of two hundred and fifty dollars a week!
I could sleep in now, and stay up as late as I wanted. I could go to the beach, rat around in the malls, hang with my friends, and didn't have to worry about money or work. I thought that I was just about the luckiest girl around.
Of course most of my friends were working, but some had rich parents who let them off for the summer, and I could pretend mine were the same, that they'd found the money to pay for college without my help.
I felt smug around the ones that did have to work, running their legs off as waitresses, or sweating over hot grilles. I longed to tell them that I made twice as much for a couple of hours fun and sex.
I tried to put together in my mind why everyone would be so upset if they found out what I was doing. I knew they'd call me names, think of me as a cheap, disgusting whore if they knew, but from my perspective I just didn't understand why.
If George paid me nothing I'd still go back and fuck him. It was the best sex I'd ever had in my life, by far, and I just knew he'd teach me a whole lot more. It was better than being paid to watch TV, or paid to shop, or paid to lie on the beach. Why would anyone look down on such a thing?
Imagine if I was a boy, and was offered money to have great sex with a great looking woman, boy would everyone envy me! But I was a girl, so they'd spit on me and think me disgusting. Well, fuck them. If they thought it was better to work eighty hours at some boring, menial job, then have a couple of hours wonderful sex, then they were warped.
As the week flew by I found myself eagerly awaiting my next evening of "work" with George. I'd been working on a possible lover during the week, a hunky looking guy named Cory, but I hadn't yet worked him up to where I could be sure he'd keep his mouth shut if I fucked his brains out.
So I was horny as a billy goat as I headed for George's place on Friday evening. This time I wasn't wearing any dumb jumpsuit. I couldn't wear a fancy dress without my parents wondering where I was going, but I did put on tight, tight jeans, cowboy boots, and a cropped button-down shirt, a green one that offset my red hair.
It was cropped a few inches below my breasts, and displayed my slim waist and smooth, flat belly in what I considered a sexy way. Sure it wasn't an evening gown, but maybe George was turned on by youth, and didn't want something older and more mature.
I'd have to ask him.
I pulled up next to the front door and rang the bell, wondering what George and I would do that night. I felt hot and tingly with anticipation as the memories of last week flashed through my mind.
The door opened and George smiled out at me.
"Good evening, Allison," he smiled.
"Hi, George."
"Do come in, dear."
"Why thank you, sir," I smiled, batting my eyes. I walked through the entry hall and into the living room, followed by George. I turned around as I walked. "I didn't know if you wanted me to dress some way," I said. "I couldn't really wear something slinky without my parents wondering where I'm going."
"Oh don't worry," he smiled. "If I want you to wear something particular I'll buy it for you and you can change here."
"That'd be good," I nodded, turning and sitting on the sofa.
"Drink?"
"Whatever you want," I said.
"Enjoy your week off?"
"Oh yeah," I sighed. "This sure beats working."
He smiled and walked over with a glass of wine.
"I gathered you found last Friday evening ... enjoyable."
"I'll say," I said.
"I think your education in the sexual arts has been singularly unsophisticated," he said.
"Uhm, I'm not sure ... "
"You don't know a lot about sex."
"Well, I thought I did, but what I'd done before was nothing like what you and I did last night. I mean, that stuff in the bathroom, for example, was really cool."
"It wasn't exactly a unique idea."
"Well, it was to me."
"Well then, I consider it my duty to educate you. It is the job of adults to educate our youth, after all."
"Sure," I giggled.
"All right," he said "Why don't we start now."
"Okay," I gulped. "What do you want to do?"
"Well, first, remove your clothing."
"Okay," I said, flushing a bit, feeling hot and excited. My hands went to my top and I began to rapidly unbutton it.
"No, no, no," he said, "Not like that."
Chapter Three
He pulled me to my feet and had me do my buttons up again, then made me unbutton them slowly, provocatively, pushing my chest out so the fabric strained, looking at him from below my eyelids as I slid my tongue over my lower lip.
As I reached the last button I was to hold the two sides together, and kind of teasingly expose myself in short flashes.
He wanted me to throw my arms up and back so the shirt slid over my shoulders and dropped down my arms, but it was the wrong kind of material for that, too heavy and stiff. My jeans were too tight for the kind of things he wanted done with them too, though he did show me how to unbutton and sloooooowly unzip them as I kind of wriggled my hips a little.
Instead of just taking off my bra and panties I had to do it slowly, teasingly. First I eased the bra straps off my shoulders, then I popped the catch between the cups, modestly covering my breasts with one arm. I turned my back to him, shaking my ass just a bit as I looked over my shoulder with a teasing smile, then I turned around, sliding my arm away to reveal my proud, rounded orbs.
I ran my hands slowly up and down my body, then slid my thumbs into the string of my panties and peeled them down. I had to do that four times before he was satisfied. It was. all kind of strange, but I wanted to be sophisticated about sex, so was more than willing to do whatever he advised.
Then, of course, I had to learn how to remove his clothes. As with my own it involved more than just undressing. I was to keep my face in the proper slinky expression and frequently press my naked breasts against him, quite casually of course.
I unbuttoned his shirt very slowly, kissing his revealed flesh each time his shirt came a little wider apart, and when I pulled it wide I slid my lips onto his nipple, licking and sucking as my hands stroked his chest and belly and sides.
I was quite excited as I did this. It was all delightfully exotic and erotic to me. I certainly never would have thought to act like that on my own. I'd never even imagined I would be taking a guy's clothes off for him, let alone licking his nipples. It just wasn't something I'd ever thought about. Guys liked girls nipples, not the other way around.
I eased down to my knees, sliding my face along his belly, then against his groin on my way down, knelt before him, sitting back on my heels and lifting his feet into my lap one at a time to untie and remove them. Then I removed his socks as well, and rubbed his feet between my thighs.
I straightened on my knees, coming off my heels to rub my face against his crotch, then undid his pants and slowly pulled them down his legs, then off. Again I raised my head, again rubbing my face against his crotch through his boxer shorts.
He was starting to get hard, and I could feel his erection against my cheeks and lips. Then I kissed his belly as I eased his shorts down and off. Now that he was naked I again straightened on my knees, sliding my hands around his cock and squeezing it lightly.
It was bulging hard within seconds, and under George's instructions I rubbed it all over my face as I let my eyes narrow to slits and put on an expression of serene contentment and bliss. I ran my closed lips up and down the cockshaft like it was a flute, then licked along his balls as I stroked his cock with my hands.
I sucked one of his balls into my mouth and worked it over with my tongue as I suckled, then I let it pull free and sucked the other one in. I continued to caress his cock with my hands, paying particular attention to the underside of the head.
Finally I let his other ball pull free of my lips and slid my lips back up his shaft to the head. I rubbed it against my face once more, then pressed it against my lips. As George ordered I pursed my lips tightly, and then only grudgingly let them be forced aside by his cock as I pushed my mouth down on it.
I held just the head in my mouth as my tongue lapped away at the underside, then circled it. Then, keeping my lips tightly closed around it, I pulled back, letting it pop free. I again pressed it against my lips and let it be forced inside, and then again popped it free.
The third time I forced it through my tightly puckered lips and slid my lips down the shaft as far as I could go, licking and sucking and slurping on his cock as he ran his hands through my hair. I bobbed my lips up and down the wet shaft, looking upwards towards him way above me.
Then came a long minute of indecision. George wanted me to deep throat him and I was afraid to even try.
"What if I throw up?" I said worriedly. "You won't."
"I will!"
"You can control the gagging reflex, Allison," he promised.
"Easy for you to say."
"I've seen it done many times."
"Not by me."
"It's true that very few women deep throat," he admitted. "It's hard to fight the psychological urges, and discomfort. But those who do ... let me tell you, it's a great delight to the men who know them. Now me, I've been involved with expensive call girls for some years, but most men, when a woman goes down on them and deep throats them, they're so shocked and excited they come almost at once."
"Not if I barf on them," I muttered.
"Once you learn it it's easy," he said. "It's the learning that's hard, and even then it's only hard to decide to learn it. Getting a cock into your throat is relatively easy. Your throat is more than large enough.
"The main problem is the gag reflex, and you can control that."
"Even if I put a finger back there I gag," I said.
"Sure, but think about it for a minute. Don't you swallow food all the time?"
"Well, of course."
"And do you gag on it?"
"No but ... "
"Why not?"
"I don't know."
"Because you think of it as food and aren't worried about it being there. You aren't bothered by it going into your throat, so your body isn't either."
"If you say so," I said dubiously.
"Why don't you give it a try? Tell you what, I'll up your salary to six hundred a week if you learn to deep throat."
"Yeah? Well, okay, I'll try."
"We'll make it as easy as possible. Get down on all fours."
I did, and he knelt in front of me so his cock was right in front of my face.
"Now with your head pulled back like this," he said. "There's a straight line from your open mouth down through your throat. This is the easiest position to deep throat in."
He pressed his hard-on against my lips and pushed it inside. I sucked on it as he fucked it slowly in and out of my mouth.
"Now what I want you to do, Allison, is pretend my cockhead is meat and swallow it. That's all. Forget about the shaft. Just try and swallow the cockhead. I won't move. I'll let you slide your throat down onto it."
I tried tentatively a few times, but every time his cockhead pressed against that little gag thingy at the back of my mouth I felt like throwing up. I was just about ready to call it quits, too scared of throwing up to care about the extra money, but then I decided to give it one final chance, and this time go all out.
I slid my lips up and down the shaft so his cockhead just pressed against the entrance of my throat each time. Then I shoved my mouth forward hard. His cockhead punched against the entrance to my throat and I felt an instant's desire to heave, but then it slid right through and down my throat, followed by his shaft.
My eyes widened as I felt his warm, throbbing cock filling my throat. I couldn't make a sound or breath, even through my nose. I started to jerk back right away but George grabbed my head and held it tightly.
"Don't pull back!" he barked. "Just wait for a second for your throat to adjust. Don't worry about breathing. I'll pull it out in a couple of seconds."
I knelt there trembling anxiously for long seconds as my throat clamped down around his cock, but the discomfort slowly eased, though it never became comfortable.
He let go of my head and I pulled myself back, producing much more discomfort as his cock slid back up my throat and then out. I gasped and choked and panted for breath as he held his cock away from my face.
"It's always hardest the first time," he said. "It'll get much easier."
I thought about telling him to forget it, but I wanted that money, and if he was right, and I could learn to do it quite easily, then I certainly wanted to try.
I waited a minute, to get control of myself again, then slipped his cock into my mouth. As before, I bobbed my lips up and down on it, making it wet and slick, then I took a deep breath and shoved my mouth down hard, letting his cockhead punch through into my throat.
This time I kept going, sliding my lips right down the shaft to the base, so his balls were right against my chin. I felt a flicker of deep excitement in my belly at the accomplishment of something so lewd and carnal, and I sucked on the base of his cock as he stroked my hair and congratulated me.
I slid slowly back then, and that was harder than sliding it forward. I guess throats just aren't made for stuff to come back up once they've gone down. Anyway, it was uncomfortable, and my throat was ticklish and scratchy, but I was able to do it.
It was slow going, sliding my throat up and down his cockshaft, but it got easier with time. I slid my lips off to breath, and hardly chocked at all. Then, the next time I gulped it down, I held still as George fucked my throat. THAT was really strange, but not too bad.
George pulled his cock free and had my sit up and back on my heels. Then he went behind me and had me tilt my head way back. I looked up the length of his body, then at his cock as it dangled inches from my mouth.
He pushed it down and shoved it through my open lips and right down my throat. I took it just like a sword swallower, and felt quite proud of myself.
He fucked my throat for half a minute or so, then pulled loose and had me lay on the couch with my legs over the back and my head falling down over the front. My head was tilted back again in this position, and he knelt there before the couch and shoved his cock down my throat, fucking my face as he squeezed and fondled my breasts.
I was staring upside down through his legs as his cock slid back and forth through my lips, and I felt a tremendous wonder at what I was doing, at what I was allowing him to do. A couple of weeks ago I never would have imagined anything like this.
He pulled his cock free and turned his back on me, panting for breath. I asked him what he was doing, and he just held up his hand. I understood then that he didn't want to come.
I shifted around on the sofa till I was sitting on it like you're supposed to, and waited. After a minute he turned around and smiled, then had me lay back and lift my legs up and back. I spread them apart as he put one knee on the couch, then thrust his cock into my snatch.
He fucked me slowly but deeply for a minute, as I lay back with my hands under my knees and my eyes closed. Then he pulled out and took my hand, pulling me off the sofa. We walked upstairs naked, and down a hall into a huge bedroom with a gigantic, four poster, canopy bed.
George had me sit on the edge, then he lifted my legs straight up and held them by the ankles. He pulled them apart then pushed his cock into me and fucked straight up into my crack for a minute, his hips smacking against my buttocks.
He halted and rolled me onto my side. Then he lifted my upper leg up and pressed it back, using his own chest as a lever to keep it up there as he knelt at my crotch. He shoved his cock into my pussy and fucked me hard for a minute, his left hand on my ass, and his right squeezing one of my tits.
Then he pulled out again. He fucked me in a dozen different positions before losing control and spewing his gunk into my belly.
George sat back on the bed and told me to turn on the stereo and dance for him, dance like a stripper would. I wasn't quite sure how that was, never having actually seen a stripper, but I tried my best. Of course George offered up lots of advice.
It was kind of strange, and kinky, and exciting to be dancing naked in front of a man, all good reasons for doing it. I swayed and shimmied and humped and ground my hips around. I swung my breasts and caressed my body, and kept that slutty, sexy look on my face as much as possible as I turned and twisted and flaunted my naked body in a way I'd never imagined before.
I was excited and panting for breath, my face flushed, and pussy hot. George had me stop. He told me to come and sit down on a stiff backed leather chair that was next to the bed. I did so, waiting for his next request. It was quick in coming.
"Okay, what I want you to do, Allison, is to lift your legs and drape them across the arms of the chair, and slump down a little as well."
I did as he asked, feeling a new tingling in my pussy at how bare and open my cunt was to his eyes. Talk about a sluttish way to sit!
"Now I want you to masturbate for me."
I stared at him, dumbfounded. "Wha ... what?" I squeaked.
"You've done it before. It's hardly anything new to you."
Well! In the first place I'd never admitted to anyone that I'd done it before. I mean, I know everybody does it, but it isn't exactly something you talk about. You might tell your best friend about fucking some guy, or sucking his cock, but you never told her about jerking off!
Even talking about it would be embarrassing, and here he wanted me to do it! In front of him!
"I ... I can't!" I said.
"Sure you can. You can do it quite easily."
"But ... but why?" I gaped, not understanding at all.
"Men like seeing it. I like seeing it. It excites me."
I'd never in my life imagined wanting to see a guy jerk off, and had no idea why a guy would want to see me do it. It was just too embarrassing.
"It's too embarrassing," I protested.
"Nonsense. If you think back, you'll remember that I masturbated you yesterday, on two separate occasions."
I blushed furiously.
"So you see, there's no reason to be embarrassed about doing it yourself."
I didn't want to, but George was being so nice and all, and I knew he was right, that it was dumb to be embarrassed about something like that around him. Still, I was very self-conscious at first, and had a hard time keeping the right expression on my red face.
Slowly, though, gradually, I lost my embarrassment and started to get into it. I mean, I was already excited, and the idea of jerking off as someone watched was terribly kinky and perverted. Once I got over my initial embarrassment I really started getting hot as he watched me.
I stroked my hands up and down my body like I'd done when I was dancing, made softly little sighs of pleasure, squeezed, cupped and massaged my breasts, and fingered my exposed slit as he watched. My fingers slid up and down my cunt slit as I ground my hips almost instinctively against them.
George told me to finger-fuck myself too, cause me like to see that, so I was soon sliding first one, then two fingers into my cunt all the way to the knuckles, pumping them steadily, the hair standing up on the back of my neck from the intensity of the raw, animalistic passion he was raising in me.
I was both amazed at myself, at my agreement, at my lust, and terribly, terribly hot and aroused. I tried to keep my face poised, keep up the act of bliss, but it became harder the hotter I got. I wanted to watch him, to look at him as he looked at me.
Then the power built up to a scalding level and I started humping harder, gasping and moaning and whimpering as the pleasure coursed through my veins. I laid my head back and pulled my knees wider as I stuffed my fingers up my slit and stroked my clitty.
Then I came. I went stiff, trembling violently as I arched my back and pounded my fingers up my snatch. I gasped and groaned in passionate release, jerking my legs as wide as they would go as I humped desperately against my fingers. My head jerked back again and again as I groaned in a final, cataclysmic blast of sexual ecstasy, then I collapsed, gasping for breath.
I looked up at George, slightly embarrassed again, and saw that he had a hard-on. That made me feel even more embarrassed, but also kind of proud. Watching me jerk off had turned him on so much he'd gotten a hard-on again.
I let my legs close and sat up on the chair, then got off and climbed into bed with George. I slid my lips over his stiff cock as he lay back, sliding them up and down the shaft a few times, then I threw a leg across his body and straddled him, pulling his cockhead up against my slit.
I sat down on it, sighing in pleasure as it pushed up into the deepest recesses of my pussy slot. George smiled up at me, seemingly content to let me do all the work. I began to grind my hips atop him, sliding my ass around in circles as I twisted atop his pole.
I stroked his chest, then leaned far forward, like a jockey in a race, dangling my breasts over his face as I slapped my ass up and down on his thighs. I ran my cock up and down his cockshaft with almost casual ease. Jerking off had eased much of the sexual pressure inside me, at least temporarily, so I wasn't all that excited.
Then I realized that I should at least act like I was, and started putting on those blissed out facial expressions as I rode his prick. I sighed and moaned and let my eyes flutter as my pussy caressed his hard meat.
He reached up and played with my dangling breasts, squeezing and kneading them, then bringing one to his lips so he could suck on the nipple. I continued to grind and twist my hips, and started squeezing down on my pussy each time it pulled up.
Soon he came inside me, his eyes rolling back as he gurgled in pleasure. I felt strong and proud and powerful to have ridden him to that condition.
* * *
I made six hundred dollars for that night's "work". I counted the hundreds in my bedroom that night, delighting in how great it was to be able to make so much money for doing something I loved. My poor stupid friends were out there working their butts off, and I was getting royally fucked once a week and making way more money than them.
I felt much more mature, too. I couldn't help kind of looking down on my friends when they talked about sex. I mean, they didn't know ANYTHING! I was the expert, at least in that group, but I couldn't really say that, so I just stayed smugly silent.
But I had a new attitude when I walked and moved, and when dealing with boys. I thought of them as that, by the way, boys, not guys, but boys. They were so immature, so ignorant. What did I ever see in them anyway? It was men I wanted.
The next week when I got there George had me watch a video. It was of a woman a little older than me, a blonde. She stripped and danced, and then I tried to imitate her. I'd come prepared, this time, in a loose skirt, loose blouse, and sexy lingerie.
I did the best I could to imitate the woman, though I don't think I quite managed her fluid movements. She stripped naked several times then, I don't mean as part of a strip tease, as a dance, but just taking off her clothes in a sexy way, for the camera.
Again I copied her, and I think I got it down pretty good. George had me dress again, then brought out a video camera and lights and told me to strip to the music while he filmed it. I was reluctant, but he promised nobody would ever see it but him, and I trusted him.
It felt very exciting to strip for the camera. I bumped and ground and jiggled for him, swinging my ass and humping lewdly. Then George told me to jerk off for the camera. I was aroused enough by then to not even protest. I perched my ass on the edge of a table and started to finger my pussy, sighing in pleasure and playing up to the camera as George stood behind it filming me.
As the heat rose inside me I slid further back on the table, then lay back, my legs wide, feet on the edge as I humped against my fingers and grunted in pleasure.
Then George was beside me. I thought for a moment he was going to fuck me, but instead he took my hand and placed something in it. I stared at it in surprise and some wonder. It looked like a big hard-on, a cock, but it was made of rubber or plastic.
It was a dildo. I'd heard of them, of course, but never before seen one. It was bigger than George's cock, that was for sure, and as I looked up at him, he smiled encouragingly and went back behind the camera. I knew what he wanted me to do with it then, and I shivered in lust and embarrassment.
I rubbed the cockhead over my drooling pussy entrance, sawing the head, then the shaft up and down my crack to get them moist. Then I turned it towards me and with both hands grasping the thick shaft slowly eased it into my pussy.
I groaned with pleasure as it forced my pussy wide, making my cunt lips strain to encompass its girth. I twisted it from side to side, and pumped it in short, sharp motions, slowly driving it deeper into my tight pussy slit.
I thought about what my parents would think if they saw this video, what my friends would think. It got me more and more excited because it reminded me of just how perverted and kinky I was being, jerking off with a dildo for a camera.
I forced it higher and higher into my belly, gasping and moaning for real, not needing to put on a show as my pussy squeezed and sucked and chewed on the rubbery sex toy. I drove it high into my guts, until only the base remained, and the tip was nudging my cervix, then began to pump it slowly in and out.
My head rolled limply and I panted continuously as I began to hump up against the dildo. I drew my knees up and back, letting them fall to either side, exposing my crotch even more lewdly as George filmed me fucking myself. I pumped the dildo down into my snatch as I wantonly grunted and humped back up.
Then I came, choking on my breath as I pounded the dildo into myself, thrashing my head furiously as I strained my back by arching it again and again, throwing my crotch upwards against the pistoning dildo as I forgot everything, George, the camera, everything but the pleasure rippling through my heaving body.
I went limp then, my hands slowly unclenching from the base of the dildo, my legs slowly straightening, at least enough so they weren't painfully wide apart, my body gripped in an exhausted, languorous heat.
George turned off the camera, then took the tape out. He led me upstairs to the bedroom, and stuffed the tape into a VCR that was cunningly hidden in the headboard of his bed. He rewound it, then pressed another button. A big screen TV slid down from the ceiling and began to show me stripping.
We watched it as we lay together, watched through the strip tease and then into the masturbation. I was fascinated, appalled, excited, embarrassed, aroused. Many emotions flickered through me as I watched myself pumping the dildo into my crotch, listened to my gasps of pleasure and delight.
The camera wasn't always just a straightforward picture. I mean, he would change positions often, go from full body shot to close-ups, then back again. Watching a close-up of my pussy as I rammed the dildo up it was embarrassing, but also very strange, for I'd never seen it up that close, certainly not from this position anyway. Watching my body strain and jerk under the grip of orgasmic pleasure was intensely arousing, as was the close-up of my face as it clenched and jerked helplessly.
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Of course George got turned on too, and his hands moved over my body as he watched me jerking myself off. That helped me get horny again too, and when his fingers slid down between my legs and began to stroke my clitty my breathing became harder and heavier, and my eyes fluttered helplessly.
Soon George rolled atop me, blocking my view as he spread my legs and drove his cock into my hot pussy. I groaned in pleasure, raising my knees and jerking them back as I slid my arms around him and mashed my lips upwards.
His own lips came down and his tongue pushed into my mouth as he humped rapidly down into my slit. I drew my legs even further back, panting for breath as I felt his cock drive deep into my crotch hole on each stroke, grunting happily under the swelling sexual high that made my flesh quiver and burn.
His chest crushed my breasts as he grabbed at my hair and pulled my head back, then he bit down on my throat and sucked furiously.
Afterwards he had me dance again, making more suggestions about the way I should move and the things I should do. It was kind of weird, but fun. Then he got up and slapped my ass ... I was bending over at the time, and said we both needed a shower after our "exercise".
He led me by the hand into that huge bathroom again, and I wondered if he wanted me to clean him like I had last week, rubbing my body against him. But he came in with me and then pulled me against him as the water poured down on us.
Then he turned the water off and picked up the soap, giving it to me. I started to rub it over my breasts but he shook his head.
"No, me," he said.
I put my hands and the bar against his chest and started soaping him up. I started with his shoulders and worked my way down his arms, then over his belly. I moved around his back because I wanted to save his cock for last.
I couldn't help soaping up my breasts when I was behind him, then sliding my arms around him and rubbing them up and down against his back. He slid a hand back behind him and in between my legs, rubbing my wet pussy.
I spread my legs a little, sighing in pleasure. His hand was all soapy and it felt nice and slippery against my cunt slit.
I giggled and continued to rub my titties against his back until it was all soapy, then moved around in front again, cause the best part was still there. I grinned up at him as I reached down and began to soap up his cock and balls, and he grinned back, sliding his soapy hand in between my legs once more.
I had a his cock in both hands, soapy squishing out around my hands as I mashed them gently in against him. I was trying to go really slow, to tease him, you know, but his hand was having a lot of effect between my own legs.
That didn't seem really fair since his cock was still soft. My pussy was burning, though, and every time his fingers sawed over it I felt my legs get rubbery and weak and a flutter of intense pleasure ran up my spine. Then he pushed a finger up inside my slit, sawing it across my clitty as he fucked me with it.
I gasped and clutched his arms as a wave of bliss made my mind fade out briefly. Then he pushed a second finger inside me and kind of hooked them up inside my slit, using them to lift me onto my toes and pull me in against him. His thumb pressed down on my clit and ground down with a furious, rasping motion that made me shake and quiver.
My head jerked back and my body shook violently as my mouth opened and closed in helpless gurgling pleasure. I felt a massive tidal wave of ecstasy swamp my senses, and I humped mindlessly and desperately against him as he jammed that thumb down on my clitty and crushed it back against his two fingers.
I clutched at his arms, which were slippery with soap, but could find little purchase there, and what kept me from slipping downwards was those two fingers he had hooked up in my pussy sheath. I hugged him tightly, shuddering and groaning as the pleasure coursed through my system, then with a laugh he slid his fingers out of my pussy and I slid down his body, still clutching him, my face rubbing over his belly then his groin, then his thighs, until I was on my knees holding onto his legs.
"You know, baby," he said. "I think you were made for this kind of thing. A face and body like yours, as responsive as you are ... you should do this for a living. Forget about college and become a hooker full time."
I groaned and let go of him, sitting back on my behind to catch my breath.
"I'm still not clean," he said.
I heaved a sigh, then got to my knees again, found the soap where I'd dropped it, then, since I was down there already, began to soap up his legs. I got to my feet then and resumed fondling his cock, which now began to harden. I grinned and wrapped my soapy fingers around it, pumping his prick in an effort to make him as weak legged as I had been.
George just grinned, and his hand slid down between my legs again. Once again his fingers slid up into my pussy hole and hooked there while his thumb began to work back and forth against my clitoris. I thought of it as a race, you know, see which of us would come first.
George, though, had no intention of coming off in my hands. His eyes bored into me as his thumb worked over my pussy and my hands pumped on his cock. He showed no signs of excitement, other than the hard-on, of course, while I was soon breathing heavy again, and fighting to keep my body from humping against him.
Whether it was a test of responsiveness, or a test of will, or a test of expertise, whichever it was I was losing it. I was panting loudly, my body was trembling, and my legs were jerking and twitching as my hips started to hump against his rasping thumb.
"God," I panted.
My insides were twisting and churning and boiling over with hot, steamy sex-heat. I trembled and my hands tightened, then loosened on his soapy cock.
"Fuuuuuuck," I gasped.
His thumb moved faster and faster and I began to shake and tremble more violently. The sexual electricity crackled and sizzled up and down my spine as my eyes rolled upwards and my mouth gaped.
Then he pulled away. With a sudden, swift movement he turned me around and pressed me firmly against the tiled wall of the shower stall. He moved in behind me and I felt his soapy cock pressing against my ass cheeks.
I was still gasping and panting from the flood of sexual passion, a flood that had not yet begun to recede. I realized belatedly that his cock was not pressing against my pussy, but was nudging my asshole. At first I just thought it was a mistake, but it kept pressing upwards.
I was not totally blasted, so it didn't take me more than a few seconds to understand what was happening, to realize that he was trying to push his soapy cock up into my asshole. That shocked me, but the feelings I experienced were confused. I was repulsed by the thought that he would push his cock in THERE, but at the same time I felt a hot flash of sexual heat.
I'd heard about girls who got fucked in the ass, of course, but I'd never thought I'd be one of them, never thought that I would ever ... ever ... have a cock in my asshole.
And then his cockhead popped through and his shaft began to follow it up into my anus.
"Ge ... G ... Geoooorge!" I gasped.
"You have too nice an ass not to get it fucked now and then, honey," he panted. "An ass like yours needs to get fucked!"
His body pressed into mine and his hand gripped my hair, twisting my head back and to the side. He bit down on the nape of my neck as his cock slowly pushed up deeper into my asshole.
I quivered and shook, but was caught like a fish on a hook, with no way to pull free as his thick, meaty pole drove up inside my quaking asshole.
I gasped and groaned and my eyes fluttered as I felt his cock up inside me. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I'd never even talked to anyone who had been ass fucked before. Then his right hand slid down my belly and in between my legs. He cupped my pussy and squeezed it repeatedly, then gripped my thigh and jerked it up sharply, pulling it up and back as he thrust his hips forward.
I cried out as his cock spiked up into my asshole. It drove to the depths of my guts as he smashed his hips into my buttocks. He ground his crotch into my buttocks as he twisted his cock around inside my rectal tube. His teeth continued to gnaw at the side of my throat as he crushed me against the tiles.
"God God God!" I moaned.
"What an ass!" he groaned.
He started pumping then, the soap coating his prick making it easy as he slid it back and forth inside me. He let go of my thigh and his hands gripped my arms, then pulled them upwards. His hands slid up along my arms to my wrists and raised them up and apart, so I was spread-eagled against the tiles.
His cock sawed faster and faster inside my rectum, his hips slapping firmly and wetly against my soapy ass, smashing my own hips into the tiles repeatedly as he poled his big cock around inside my asshole.
The repeated impacts against my ass cheeks was certainly familiar. It was like being fucked from behind. It also jarred my pussy mound which was still deeply aroused.
George pressed my hands flat against the wall.
"Keep your hands there," he gasped.
Then his hands slid off mine and gripped my hips. He jerked them out from the wall so my hands slid downwards along the tiles. Then, with me bent over a little, he resumed fucking my ass.
One hand slid around my left and squeezed my breasts, while the other slid around my right and down between my legs. He started stroking my pussy slit in time to his hard sodomizing fuck strokes. The heat blasted up inside me and I came instantly, the pressure inside my skull blasting my brains apart as that stiff prick pounded up into my anus.
The cum felt somehow different than others, as my asshole sucked and squeezed and spasmed around his prick. It felt deeper, like it was centered right inside my guts. My insides twisted and exploded, and I cried out in ecstasy as my body shook and spasmed and writhed in the throes of pleasure.
* * *
He apologized afterwards, saying he should have asked about fucking me up the ass. He also gave me more money, saying that hookers, excuse me, call girls, always charged more for that. He gave me an extra two hundred.
I was a little irked. I mean, jees, getting fucked in the ass! But the two hundred kind of made me happy again. Hell, getting a little ass fucking was a lot better than working for a whole week at the wine store, and I would've had to do that to make two hundred bucks.
So I went home happy from my third week of "work". In just those three weeks I'd made nineteen hundred bucks! That was an incredible sum of money to me. I would've practically had to work the whole summer to make that much money at the wine store, or some other crummy two bit job, but all I'd had to do with George was work for three evenings.
I put another two hundred and fifty bucks into my school account, and shoved the rest into a small box I kept hidden in the back of my closet. I was gonna have to open another bank account soon, otherwise someone was liable to discover the box, and I'd have a helluva time explaining where the money came from.
I'd been spending some of it, of course, but there was a limit to what I could buy. I couldn't exactly start buying up the dress stores, not without raising more questions. My parents would note new clothes pretty quick, after all.
Anyway, I looked forward to another week of relaxing on the beach and with my friends, but just two days later my private phone rang and it turned out to be George.
I was surprised to hear his voice on the phone and asked him what he wanted.
"I was wondering if you were considering taking on any new, ah, customers," he said.
I blinked my eyes in confusion, then realized what he meant.
"I have a close friend," he continued. "He was, ah, looking for a source of ah, relief, and I happened to mention you. He was quite interested."
"Uhm, I don't know," I said.
"He's a decent chap, really. You've nothing to fear from him. He has a thing for young girls, is all. That's why he'd like your services instead of one of the call girls he usually employs. I ah, told him that the introductory fee was a thousand dollars."
"What?" I gasped.
He chuckled in amusement. "He pays more than that for one of the call girls he uses, so he's willing to pay a thousand for you."
"How much does he usually pay?" I asked.
"Well, I'll let you discuss that with him. If you'd like to try him out I have his number."
"Uhm, okay."
He gave me the number and I wrote it down.
"Now you be good," he said. "I told Jack you were a novice, but that I'd had a hand in your training. Don't make me feel inept."
"I won't," I promised.
I called this Jack guy, a little reluctantly.
"Hello?"
"Uhm, is this Jack?" I asked.
"It is."
"This is, uhm, Allison. George's friend."
"Yes. George mentioned you. How would you like to come over tomorrow evening?"
"What time?"
"Say six."
"Where do you live?"
I wrote down the address he gave me.
"Oh, there's one other thing," he said.
"What?"
"Do you have a uniform?"
"A what?" I blinked.
"A uniform. You know, a school uniform."
"Oh, no. My school never used them."
"Find one, will you, blue with a tartan skirt. I'll pay."
"But ... "
"I like my girls meek and shy," he said. Then he hung up.
"What?" I said into the dead phone.
I hung up slowly, shaking my head. This guy was a real pervert. I considered calling him back and telling him to forget it, but ... a thousand dollars ... for one evening. Hell. I wasn't the meek, mild type normally, but okay, if that's what he wanted.
But I had to find a uniform first. Now where in hell did you go for a uniform when your school didn't use uniforms? Maybe I could make up my own. I had a blue blazer and white shirt. All I really needed was a tartan skirt. But no, the things were supposed to have some kind of a crest on the pocket and mine didn't.
I called a girlfriend who'd gone to a private school and asked her where she got her uniforms, telling her a cousin was going to be going to her school next fall. She told me and I chatted a little, then hung up. Next day I drove down to the store and picked up a blazer, matching tartan skirt, and white blouse. Nobody batted an eye or asked for any proof I was going to the school, nor asked why I wanted the thing now, with seven weeks to go before school started.
I took the stuff home and hid it in the back of my closet, wondering how on earth I'd explain that if anyone came across it. I suppose I could say I was keeping it for a friend. Who'd suspect anything else?
I stared at my hair for a bit, wondering if I should put it in pig tails or something. I decided not. Instead I decided on a simply loose pony tail, with lots of bangs over my forehead. It made me look a little younger, and I was sure I could pass for a younger high school girl, instead of the college woman I now considered myself to be.
Okay, I hadn't yet been there, but I was going, okay.
The trick was getting out of the house. I wore the shoes but no socks, and wore a longer skirt over the short tartan one. I wore the blouse, but with a sweatshirt over it, and kept the blazer in a box. I went out to the car and drove down to where Jack lived.
Once I found his place I parked by the side of the road and pulled my shoes off. I put on the white knee socks, then put the shoes on again. I slipped my wraparound skirt off, then pulled off the sweatshirt and pulled on the blazer.
I drove up to Jack's house and parked, then, licking my lips nervously, I got out of the car and walked up to the door. He didn't answer for a while, and I was about to ring again. Then the door opened.
The man who stood there was perhaps fifty, with hair starting to grey. He was tall and thin, with average looks. He wore a black suit with a red handkerchief sticking out of the breast pocket.
"Uhm, hi," I said, not needing to act shy.
"Allison?"
I nodded.
"I am Mister Stone. You will call me that, or sir. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir," I said.
"Inside," he said curtly.
I felt a little annoyed at the arrogant bastard, but then realized that he was playing a character, and I was supposed to be to. I was a shy schoolgirl, so I guess he was some kind of nasty school teacher or other.
This was very kinky!
I started to feel my insides getting hot at the weird role playing as Mister Stone led me down the hall and around the corner into an office of some kind. It was real nice, with tall bookcases around the walls, a leather sofa and fireplace on one side, and a huge old oak desk by the window.
He led me to the desk.
"Did you bring your books?" he asked.
What?
"I uh, I thought you'd supply them," I said.
He glared at me.
"Today's children are utterly spoiled and irresponsible," he glared. "Come around here."
I moved around to the other side of the desk as he sat down in a big old executive type chair. He didn't provide a chair for me, so I guess I was supposed to stand.
He opened a book and leaned back in his chair.
"Read," he said.
I leaned forward to read and he slapped his hand on the table, startling me.
"Aloud!" he snapped.
Act or not I was getting annoyed. Oh well. A thousand bucks is a thousand bucks.
I started reading aloud, some sort of stupid Shakespearean thing. Jack ... or Mister Stone ... did nothing at first but let me read. Then I felt his hand on my back. I did nothing, just kept reading. His hand was on the small of my back. It rubbed me there a little, then moved up.
"Yes, good, good. Continue," he said.
I kept reading, and his hand stayed put for a few minutes, then slid down onto the small of my back again, then, with a slow movement, slid down onto my ass.
I wasn't sure what to do here, but he said I was supposed to be shy and innocent.
I pulled back quickly, twisting away from his hand.
"Mister Stone!" I cried.
"I said keep reading," he glared.
"But I ... you ... "
"I want to make sure you understand the material sufficiently that you can read it even while being distracted."
With a reluctant look on my face, I slowly moved forward again and began reading the book.
"Good. Good," he said a couple of times, his hand sliding around my waist as he bent forward over the book himself.
His hand slid down onto my ass again, and I made myself jerk a bit as if in response, and missed my place in the book on purpose. Then I started reading again, missing the occasional word and trying to put a quiver in my voice as he began to caress my ass through the short skirt.
His hand slid downward onto my bare leg, then started to slide back in under my skirt. I made my voice quiver a little more, and stutter a little more as he slid his hand higher along my inner thigh. Then when he touched my panties I pulled away again, looking at him reproachfully.
He heaved a sigh of annoyance, and I didn't know whether that was an act or real. Well, fuck him, if I was supposed to follow a script he should have written one.
"Allison, come here," he said, pushing his chair back from the desk.
I approached warily, fingers fidgeting together in front of me. As soon as I was in range he reached out and gripped my arm and pulled me around in front of him, then he suddenly scooped me up and pulled me down across his lap.
"Mi ... Mister Stone!" I whined.
"Shhhh," he said, pulling me in tightly and holding me there. I looked down at my lap as if I were embarrassed to be sitting on his. His left arm was behind me, his hand on my left arm. His right hand was on my left leg as he held me tightly in place.
"You see, Allison," he said. "Most girls have problems with school when they're your age. Do you know why that is?"
"Noooo," I said, still looking down at my lap.
"It's because of their hormones," he said. "They run wild and out of control. Boys do too but they're allowed to expel that excess energy in sports and other games. Girls repress it and so are unable to concentrate on their studies."
"You have great potential, young lady," he said. "I'd had to see you getting a D or an F instead of an A just because you can't fully concentrate."
"I ... I'm trying," I said experimentally.
"I know you are my dear," he said soothingly.
His right hand came up and pushed my chin up, then slid my bangs aside. "I know you are," he repeated. "But you can't help it. I would like to help you, though."
"H ... how?" I gulped.
"By helping you release this excess hormonal energy."
"I uh, I get exercise," I said.
"No, no, not just exercise. It has to be a special type of thing, something to release the hormonal energies. I'm an expert in this, you know."
His hand slid up and down against my cheek, then slid lower, down along the side of my neck, caressing the skin there, then moving down, down my front, my upper chest. He opened my jacket and looked in at my blouse, then unbuttoned the top button.
"Mister Stone!" I gasped, reaching for his hand.
"Be still!" he barked. "Can't you see I'm trying to help you!?"
I looked down as if in embarrassment, and he unbuttoned the next button, then the next. I tried to breath harder and faster, but found I was getting light headed. Then I discovered I could make my chest appear to be rising and falling by a minute shift in my back.
I did that instead as he unbuttoned my blouse to the waist and slid his hand inside. He stroked my belly, sighing low in his throat, then slid his hand up under my left breast and squeezed it through the bra.
Chapter Five
I thought about how I'd make my face red, then decided to hold my breath for awhile. That worked pretty well, though it was hard making my chest rise and fall at the same time.
"There, there, there," he said soothingly, his right hand squeezing my breasts as his left slid off my shoulder and up into my hair.
The bra catch was between the cups, and he soon found it, and they pulled apart. I gasped again and tried to cover myself but he gripped my hand and shoved it back.
"I'm doing this for your own good, Allison," he said. "You'll see how much better you'll feel, and how much better your marks will be afterwards."
He stroked my bare breasts, his own face getting a little red as he looked down at the soft, creamy white flesh. His left hand gripped my pony tail then and slowly pulled down, forcing my head back and my chest out.
"OhhH! Ohhhh!" I whined as my head pulled back.
I felt his tongue against my throat, then his lips, then his teeth. He bit softly, and suckled at my throat as he continued to stroke and fondle my breasts. I felt my body quivering with lust as I really became turned on by the kinky role, but I continued to make soft, whining protests as he groped my swelling breasts.
His mouth shifted downwards as he pulled my head further back, and I felt his tongue licking over my nipple, then his lips down on it, sucking hard on the erect little nubbin. He licked and sucked and chewed for a few minutes, then let my head up, cradling me in his arms again.
"There, there, there," he said. "Now that didn't hurt, did it?"
"N ... n ... noooo," I whimpered.
His hand slid down my hip and onto my thigh, then slowly eased up my thigh under my skirt. I held my breath, trying to look apprehensive, widening my eyes as his hand slid up my thigh and in between my legs.
"Ohhhh!" I gasped.
"This is the center of the problem," he said, cupping my pussy and squeezing it. "This is where all your confusion lies."
He rubbed my pussy through the white panties I'd brought, then gripped the elastic waistband and tugged them downwards below my skirt hem, leaving them bunched up around my thighs as he slid his hand in again and began to squeeze and grope my bare pussy mound.
"Oh. Oh! Don't!" I moaned.
"Shhhh," he said.
He slid two fingers down between my pussy lips and forced them inside, then started stroking up and down between them, sawing his fingers across my clitty. He pulled my head back again, then bent and kissed and sucked on my throat, then on my nipples, one by one.
I made awkward little whimpers now and then to try and keep in character, but otherwise didn't know what else I was supposed to do.
"Hot little slutty girls like you need to be used every now and then," he panted. "Your bodies need it. They need to feel a man's hands on them, a man's cock in them."
He stood up with me in his arms, then laid me down on the desk, turning me so my legs stuck out over the edge. He jerked me panties down and off and tossed them across the room.
"Mi ... mister Stone?" I whined.
"You need this, Allison," he said, his voice getting more passionate now as his cock bulged in his pants.
He spread my legs wide and shoved my skirt up around my hips, then tore the blouse out of the waistband and opened it wide. His hands slid up and down my body, groping and squeezing my breasts as he looked down through excited eyes.
He undid his pants and pulled out his erection, then rubbed it up and down against my slit.
"This will do you a world of good, Allison," he sighed, slowly pushing the head in through my pussy lips.
I wondered if I should claim to be a virgin. That seemed pointless since he was certain to feel the lack of a cherry in mere seconds.
"Oohhhh. What are you doooooing?" I whined instead.
"Fucking you, Allison," he gasped. "I'm going to fuck you good and hard. It's just what you need, a good ... hard ... FUCK!"
"But ... but you caaan't," I whined.
"Hot little sluts like you need to be fucked regularly," he said, his eyes intense. "Like a sports car needs to be run at high speed. Not having someone to suck on your little nipples and fuck your little pussy has caused your grades to fall."
He groaned as he buried the last of his cock inside me.
"Ooohhh," I groaned too. "That feels ... fuuuunyyy."
"It'll feel a lot funnier soon," he grunted, his hands mashing my breasts together as he bent over and began to lick and suck on my nipples.
He straightened then, and pulled my knees in tight against his sides as his arms slid through them and his hands crushed my breasts. Then he began to fuck, steadily sliding his pole of flesh up and down in my fuck sheath, running it straight up between my legs as he humped his hips against me.
I let my hands jerk a little on the desk above my head. I moaned now and then, and tried to look wide-eyed and confused. He seemed to like that, and he fucked harder.
"There you gooo," he sighed. "Slutty little girl. This is what you needed, a nice good hard fucking. Little sluts like you always need a good fucking to get your minds working."
He fucked harder, grunting with the effort as he pounded his cock up into my slit. I moaned and panted, and jerked my head from side to side as I shuddered and breathed harder and faster.
I was getting excited. Hell, who wouldn't? Not only was I getting a good fucking, but the whole kinky little play had left my pussy steaming before he'd even touched it. Now it was twitching and jerking and squeezing down on his sliding cock like it wanted to tear it free and gulp it down.
I felt my insides burning, and the fire sizzling up my spine to my brain. My whole body was soon enveloped in a steaming sexual heat that made my play acting unnecessary. I whimpered and whined for real, and when I arched my back and groaned it was no fake orgasm that rippled through my body.
"That's it," he gasped. "Little whore! Dirty little slut! Your minds are all in your cunts! Give you a good fucking and you show your true colors!"
He rammed his cock into me with deep, furious strokes, then groaned and choked on his words as his own spewing gunk shot into my overheated, spasming fuck box. I yelped and squirmed and moaned in pleasure as the our orgasms meshed and my cunt drank his bubbling juice.
He slowed his pumpings then stopped, his prick buried in my hot snatch. He leaned forward over me then, one hand going behind my head, the other under my back, and half lifted me upwards off the desk, closing his lips on mine and pushing his tongue in my mouth as he ground himself against me.
I wasn't sure what to do so I just put my hands against his chest and returned his kisses. His cock softened inside me, then he let me down and pulled back. He rubbed himself off with some tissue paper then shoved his cock back in his pants and did them up again.
"Let's er, continue the lesson," he said. "Fix your clothes, girl!"
I sat up slowly, then with a sigh of weariness I pulled my bra cups together while he turned and walked over to the window. I buttoned up my shirt and stuck it back into my skirt, then shrugged my jacket into place and got off the desk.
I walked over and picked up my panties, then pulled them on. Jack continued to look out the window as if he didn't want to see me. I walked back to the desk and waited patiently. I didn't know what this guy did for a living but I hoped he wasn't a school teacher.
Well, no, that wasn't likely, not with his money.
He turned and came back to the desk, then sat down and I began to read the stupid Shakespeare thing again. He didn't touch me as I read for about ten minutes, then he made tsk, tsk noises, like I was doing something wrong.
"That little pussy is acting up again," he said, shaking his head.
He reached over casually and slid his hand under my skirt, then up between my legs. He tugged my panties aside and thrust his thumb inside my pussy, then pressed another finger down on my clitty. He squeezed his thumb and finger together, rolling my little fuck button between them as he looked on casually and calmly.
Well, like I said, he hadn't exactly written a script. I was feeling hot, but he had just fucked me, and I didn't think I'd come from just a rubbing this quickly afterwards. So I decided to fake it.
I've seen some fake orgasms in the porno movies, and it always seemed to me that they really overdid things. They weren't realistic at all. I'd never had the opportunity to try my own fake orgasm before, but I was sure I could do a better job than that.
First I started breathing harder, missing words in the book, mispronouncing them. I let some emotion slide into my words, starting having trouble getting my breath, and let my eyes flutter. My hand went down and grabbed several times at his wrist before latching into it, and then my fingers tightened as if convulsively.
I gasped and my head jerked back. My legs went rubbery and I humped a little, just a little against him as I groaned and whined in supposedly helpless pleasure.
"I ... I ... Mister ... Mister ... Stoooooonnne," I groaned.
"Come. Come for me, baby," he growled. "Come in your panties you slut."
His fingers rubbed harder against my clitty and I gasped for real. I wasn't near an orgasm but the pleasure was definitely there and rising.
My head fell forward, then pulled back again as I arched my back and humped against him. I moaned and groaned, low in my throat, panting, my chest heaving, then I clawed at the desk with my other hand and gave a sudden gasp. I stiffened and quivered violently, then after long seconds of shaking, I half fell against him, grabbing at the back of his chair as if too weak to stand.
Pleased, he pulled his hand away. "Now you'll be able to concentrate for a while," he said.
I took my time regaining my strength, then began to read the words yet again. I wondered if he wanted me to read the whole damned book. I hated Shakespeare. All those thees and thous, boring as shit.
"You're not pronouncing the words properly," he said after another ten minutes or so. He pulled me around and grabbed my arm, then forced me down onto my knees before his chair.
I looked up at him, giving him my widest eyed look, but he only smiled and undid his pants, then pulled out his cock.
"This will help adjust your mouth," he said. "It'll get it in the right shape by taking out the stiffness."
He reached behind me and gripped me behind the head, then pulled my face in and down onto his upturned cock. He wasn't yet hard, but was getting there, and I slid my mouth over his cock and down his shaft with confusion about how I was supposed to do a good job sucking him off while pretending shyness and innocence.
"Don't you know how to suck a cock?" he asked almost at once. "I can't believe a girl with a pretty mouth like yours hasn't been sucking cocks. You're wasting what God gave you, you silly girl."
He stood up, still holding the back of my head, pulling my head up with him as he shoved his cock forward. He held my head in both hands and began to fuck his cock into my mouth, fucking my face like it was a pussy or something.
I blinked my eyes, but kept them wide as he fucked his cock into my mouth. I did suck on it, trying to do a good job at the same time as appearing awkward. The way he was fucking it into me, though, would have made it hard to do a good job even if I tried.
He was pistoning his big prick back and forth through my lips like a jack hammer. He fucked from different directions, so his cockhead thumped into the roof of my mouth, then the right side of my cheek, then the left, then scraped along my tongue, then jabbed at the back of my mouth.
His cock hardened very quickly and he dragged me up by the arm and turned me around, then shoved me roughly against the desk and jerked my legs apart. He flipped my skirt up and grabbed my panties, literally ripping them off me and tossing them away.
"Bend over, Allison," he ordered, his hand grabbing the back of my neck and shoving my face down against the desk. "That hot pussy of yours needs to get pumped out again or we'll never get any work done today."
I felt his cockhead against my snatch, then it thrust in sharply as I gasped in pain. It didn't hurt much, but the way he was using me was a little surprising and my body wasn't ready for it.
He buried his prick in my snatch and ground his hips roughly against my upturned ass cheeks as he growled in pleasure. Then he began to fuck my pussy in the same way as he'd fucked my mouth, jabbing his cock in forcefully from different directions, up, down, left right, twisting his big pole around in my belly as he tore it back and forth.
"We'll overcome that sluttishness that makes it so hard to concentrate," he panted. "We'll teach you to be a proper young lady."
His hips were smashing into my ass with brutal force, jamming my own hips into the edge of the desk in a painful way. I just thought about that thousand bucks, though and gritted my teeth.
* * *
Jack didn't want me every week like George did, but he said he'd call me again. He also asked how much I charged for spanking. I opened my eyes at that, and was about to tell him to drop dead when he said most of the girls he's used charged an extra five hundred. He asked was that okay and I just sort of nodded.
What the hell, five hundred bucks to get spanked? On top of the thousand for fucking? Hell, it was okay with me. How much could a little spanking hurt anyway?
I got a bank account at another bank, because I now had close to fifteen hundred dollars in cash, not counting the money for college. I got a cash card, which would let me deposit money by the machine, rather than in person. That would eliminate some snooty old teller wondering where I was getting all the cash.
It would also eliminate the possibility of my parents wondering the same. A couple of days after my little schoolgirl act with Jack my dad pulled me across his lap ... not in the same way, of course, and asked me how I was enjoying work.
Well, of course I said it was okay, but in a kind of, you know, shrug.
"This is just for a couple of months, honey. Wait until you're working full time forever," he sighed.
"Yeah, but I have to go to school in September."
"School," he snorted. "I wish I was back in school. Life was so easy then. Now it's nine to five, day after day after day."
"If you don't like your job why don't you quit?" I said with the innocence of youth.
Of course he laughed at me.
"Like it? Hell, Allison, what world have you been living in? Nobody likes their job, or almost nobody. You work because you need the money. It's as simple as that."
"Some people like their jobs," I said.
"A lucky few. Most of us don't have much choice over what we do or where we do it. We take what job is offered and thank God for it. Then we do our best to get promoted, hoping we don't get laid off first."
"But you've been working at INCO for more then ten years," I said.
"Fifteen, but that doesn't matter. Anyone can get laid off these days."
"I thought you were, like, management or something."
"Middle management. That's one of the first places they cut now. And good luck finding another job in this day and age."
"I thought when you went to college you were supposed to always have a job."
"Well, that's the way it used to be. Not any more, though."
"So why am I going to college?"
"The odds are still better, and so is the money. Most college graduates do get a job."
"I still don't know what I want to be," I said.
"Something that pays well and is secure. Ask one of your councilors at school because I don't know what that'd be."
"You make good money."
"It's okay, but the God damn government takes most of it."
"Not most," I said.
"Well, not most, but a helluva big chunk." He shifted me off his lap and pulled out his wallet, then showed me his last pay stub. I was amazed, first at how little he made, then at how much they took off in taxes and for pensions and social security and shit.
"Wow," I said.
I almost said I make more than him, but caught myself in time. I did make more than him, you see, well, I did this month. In the last two weeks I'd made fourteen hundred from George and a thousand from Jack. And it was all tax free.
That got me thinking. Why in hell was I going to college anyway? I was supposed to spend four years of my life there in the hope ... the HOPE ... that I'd be offered some kind of a job when I graduated. And how much would I make? Not nearly as much as my dad, who was a college graduate who'd worked for fifteen years for the same company.
No, I'd get offered something that paid maybe twenty five grand a year, and that's if I was lucky. I'd have to work nine to five like him, in some crummy little office, if I even got an office, for some snotty boss who'd maybe be a sexist pig and not promote me cause I was a woman.
I wasn't any math genius, but I could see that I was getting more money than that now, and with no taxes to boot.
Of course that was only for as long as George liked me. If he decided he wanted a new girl I was out of luck. Maybe Jack would call me now and then, but maybe not. And I'd get old one day, and then nobody would want me.
What I needed, I thought, were a lot of customers like Jack and George. I lay on my bed in my panties and did some cute addition, figuring how much I'd make if I worked every night. No, I'd work five nights a week, just like any other working stiff.
Five times seven hundred was thirty-five hundred a week, times four was fourteen thousand a month! A month!
Who the fuck needed college!?
How was I going to get more customers, though? It wasn't like I could advertise in the yellow pages.
Well, actually, I suppose I could. There were lots of ads for escorts in the yellow pages. They were cheap whores, though. I wanted to be a rich call girl, like the ones George and Jack hired. Maybe they'd know, especially George. He'd already found me another customer. Maybe he could find me more.
George had something new when I got to his place the next night. He brought me up to his bedroom and I saw plastic covering part of the rug, the part between the bed and the bathroom. The bed was covered with what looked like a rubber sheet or drop cloth.
"What's up?" I asked in confusion.
"Strip off and I'll show you," he grinned.
I decided to strip off in a sexy way, like he'd showed me before, and did it slowly, tauntingly, until I was standing there naked. Then I moved to him and slowly undressed him, kissing his chest as I undid his buttons, then rubbing my face against his crotch ... the whole thing.
When I was done he took me into the bathroom and had me stand in the shower, then he picked up a big squeeze bottle of baby oil and sprayed it on my tits. I laughed a little, but stood there patiently as he squirted the fluid all over my chest and arms and legs and crotch.
I ran my hands over myself and turned around, letting him squirt the clear liquid onto my back and shoulders and ass. I bent way over and spread my legs, then reached back and peeled my pussy lips open so he could squirt it against my pink pussy flesh.
I was dripping and shiny when he finished. I gave him my come hither look, but he shook his head and walked out of the bathroom, looking back over his shoulders and winking.
Well, now I knew what the plastic and rubber were for. I stepped out of the shower ... carefully, and made my way out of the bathroom and across the plastic covered rug to where he was laying in the center of the bed. I crawled into the bed and slid my slick, slippery body over him.
He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me as my slippery flesh rubbed back and forth against his. He mashed his lips against mine as his hands moved up and down my back and ass, stroking my slick skin. He ground his pelvis up into mine as I spread my legs around him and clamped my thighs against his hips.
His hands squeezed my ass and he rolled over on top of me, then rolled back. His hands were everywhere as he rubbed himself all over me, and vice versa. Soon he was as slick and shiny as I was. He bent me back and his mouth slid onto my shining breasts, sucking and licking.
I was quite surprised at first.
"Doesn't that taste awful?" I asked.
He pulled his lips off my tit long enough to say "It's edible oil, strawberry flavoured." Then he slid his mouth back and sucked on my nipple once again.
Well, what would they think of next?
His cock was hard, and I raised my ass way up and slid my fingers around his shaft, then slid my pussy down over it. It went in easy, covered in oil as we were, and soon I was humping slowly up and down on top of him.
He was in no hurry, and he stopped me several times, so we could just grind together and kiss. He rolled over so we were on our sides, and we fucked like that, then he rolled over so I was on my back and he fucked me in the missionary position.
Then he reached down and lifted my legs, pushing my knees back against my chest. His hands slid down to my ankles and he straightened my legs out, pressing my ankles way back, jamming them down beside my head as he split me and bent me double.
My ass and cunt thrust up sharply as he forced my ankles down beside my head, down ... past my ears.
I remembered that stupid joke the boys sometimes told, the one that said what goes best behind a girl's ears was her ankles, and the thought kind of heated me up, as though I needed it. I was so gaping down there, and his cock was pumping so slowly and steadily.
It was frustrating. I wanted a good, hard pounding, not this slow, soft, grinding fuck. Still, it was his money.
We rolled again, so I was on top. George reached down beside the bed and picked up a dildo. He grinned at me and rubbed it against my breasts, then pulled my face down against his and kissed me. I felt his hands slide behind me and onto my ass, and felt the dildo rubbing up and down my ass crack.
Then he pressed the head of the thing against my anus and started to ease it up inside me. I already had his cock buried in my cunt, of course. I'd never had a cock in my pussy and one in my ass before. Hell, I'd only had one cock in my asshole ever.
I wondered briefly if you could do that, fill up your pussy and your asshole at the same time. Then I remembered some of the stories I'd read in my Dad's porno magazines, the stories where girls got fucked by two or three or four guys at once.
I felt the dildo slide deeper and deeper into my asshole. It had a little more difficulty than George's cock had had the other week, but I did my best to loosen up my muscles back there and ease the way in for it.
I felt very full back there. In fact, my whole belly felt full. I had his big cock in my pussy and now a second cock, even if it was fake, pushing up into my asshole. I spread my legs a little wider, sighing in pleasure as the last of the dildo pushed into my butt hole.
Chapter Six
I shuddered as I felt the palm of George's hand against the base of the dildo. His palm was almost laying flat against my ass, so the dildo was practically embedded inside my hole. I'd seen how big and thick it was, and the knowledge that the whole thing, except maybe an inch, was up my asshole was extremely exciting.
The head of the dildo was pressing against my guts kind of hard, way up inside me, and the more he pressed against the base the more pressure I felt on my guts. It wasn't painful, though, quite the contrary.
My insides were turning to jelly as he rubbed his hands firmly over my ass and the base of the dildo. I was stuffed with cock, real and rubber, and my guts were churning with heat and excitement.
"Sit up," he whispered, his hands sliding off my ass and onto my breasts.
I groaned, laying on his chest, then put my hands against the bed and slowly pushed myself up into a sitting position. I had his cock way up my snatch and was sitting down fully atop it as the dildo shifted in my asshole. I felt like my belly would tear open from the pressure.
He closed his legs tightly together and I humped up and down against his body, sliding my taut, exposed cunt lips around on his groin, and rolling back and forth over his balls.
"Turn around," George urged.
"Wha ... what?" I panted.
"Turn around. Twist around, Allison."
Somewhat dazed, I slowly twisted around on him so I was facing down the length of his legs. I felt his hand press flat against my asshole, against the base of the dildo that stuck out there, and he pushed against it.
"Oh God!" I gasped.
His hands moved to my hips and he began to hump his cock up into me. He jerked my body up and down and I moaned again, then gasped as my ass came down on his lower belly.
He used the spring of the mattress to hump up and down, making me bounce atop him. Every time my ass came down on his belly it smashed that dildo against my guts and made me cry out in shock. Of course I was riding up and down on his prick at the same time.
My mind was blasted by the fantastic sensations of pleasure that were ripping through my belly, and all I could do was grunt and moan and yelp in delight as I bounced up and down in wondrous pleasure.
My glistening ass cheeks were slapping down again and again on his belly, and that dildo was being jammed and jarred inside me, until there was hardly even an inch sticking out through my straining asshole.
Then George grabbed my hair and jerked me back so I fell back on his chest. He fucked up into me, his arms sliding around me and his hands mashing my breasts as he sawed his cock back and forth through my pussy lips.
He shoved my up again and I groaned in dazed confusion, almost falling off his cock but grabbing his thighs to hold myself steady. I started to ride him then, using his thighs as leverage and for balance. I rode up and down, up and down, sliding my dripping wet cunt up and down almost the full length of his hard prick.
The dildo was fully buried in my asshole now. My asshole had actually closed around the thing, and the whole long length was inside me. It still shifted and jerked around me, though, and still mashed against my guts every time my ass slapped down onto George's belly.
What felt best was when he grabbed my hips and pulled me down, then held me there with his cock fully buried inside me, and his groin pressing against the base of the dildo, and then just kind of ground me from side to side and around in circles.
I came the first time he did that, then came again only about a minute later as I started bouncing again. I fell forward onto his legs, gripping them against my tits, rubbing my oily, glistening tit orbs from side to side against his lower thighs as I continued to ride his prick.
George sat up then and slapped my ass. He gripped my hips and shifted me forward, then slid his legs out from under me and listed me to my knees. Then he started fucking into me from behind. He stroked my ass cheeks as he pounded his cock up my snatch, and his two thumbs pressed against my asshole, right against the base of the dildo which was just barely inside.
I bent over and felt my guts tightening around the big dildo in my asshole, even as George's prick pounded up my cunt. I was soon grunting insensibly as the waves of lust and heat rolled over me and the pressure inside my skull grew to crushing proportions.
Then he spewed his juice up my cunt and fell forward atop me, bearing me to the bed, where I lay groaning exhaustedly, my belly still packed with cock.
I left the dildo in my asshole because it kind of felt hot and sexy there, and I lay back next to George on the bed as he recovered. He lay on his side idly stroking my oiled flesh as he smiled down at me.
"George?"
"Uhm, hmm?"
"I don't think I should go to college after all."
"Oh?"
"Well, what's the point. If I graduate I'll wind up making less than I am now. I mean, less than you pay me. Besides, with how hard it is to find jobs now, maybe it'd be better if I tried to do this full time."
"You mean come here every day?" he grinned.
"No, no," I laughed. "Not that I'd mind that. But what I was thinking was that I should, like, find other guys like you and Jack, you know, become a real call girl. The only thing is I don't know if I could get more clients."
"I'm sure you could. You're a lovely girl and you're starting to become quite ... talented."
"But where would I find these guys? I mean, you found me Jack, but where would I find guys?"
"Well, you can't go around asking strangers if they're looking for a call girl, and I'm afraid I don't know all that many men who require the services of a luscious morsel like yourself."
I nodded and sighed.
"The best thing would be for you to sign up with an agency while you're in college."
"An agency? You mean one of those escort services?"
"I know a very ... discrete, and high calibre agency. They're always on the lookout for talented newcomers."
"Wouldn't they take most of my money?"
"No. The one I'm thinking of, in fact, would pay you more money than you're getting now."
"How come?"
"Well, they generally charge fifteen hundred dollars to the client. They keep five hundred, and you keep the rest, plus any tips you get."
"Fifteen hundred dollars!"
"Want to know what they charge for an overnight?"
"What?"
"Ten thousand."
"No way!"
"Absolutely."
"How can they get away with that? I mean, there are girls on the street corners who only charge a hundred or so."
"Yes, cheap whores, full of diseases, gum chewing, rough edged uneducated gutter trash. No millionaire is going to want to pick up one of those. He wants a cultured, educated, beautiful woman who is clean, safe, and discrete."
"I'm not cultured."
"True, but your youth will make up for that for now. Later, you will be cultured."
"Huh?"
"You'll have to go to college."
"Why?"
"Well, you don't have to, but if you want to set yourself up as an expensive, independent call girl, you need to know about how to act, how to talk, how to understand the language of bankers and lawyers and other wealthy men. Having sex is only part of what you do as a call girl, you know."
"What else is there?"
"Oh, well, you have to attend fancy parties with them, go to the best restaurants and nightclubs. You have to be able to talk with other educated people, give no sign that you're anything but an educated, wealthy businesswoman."
"So I have to go to college anyway?"
"I'd advise it. Learn about business and finance, investment and banking. You should also learn something about art and music. Take art and music appreciation classes so you can talk intelligently on the subjects. Take modeling so you can move gracefully. Take makeup and hair styling and massage."
"Massage!?" I laughed.
"Learning how to give a good massage could help make you in high demand. Most of the people who hire call girls are middle aged or older. After a night out dancing they'd appreciate a good massage before sex. You need to be cultured, sophisticated, beautiful, and more, not just good between the sheets."
"That's what makes you worth fifteen hundred an evening."
"If other girls are worth fifteen hundred, I should be worth two thousand," I sniffed. "I'm prettier than almost any girl I know."
He laughed and squeezed my breast. "You'll go far, my dear."
"I hope so," I said. "I don't want to be like my dad, working at a job I hate for not much money. Do you know he gets less money than you pay me?"
"Most people do," he grinned.
"Well I want a lot more."
A lot more, I said silently.
* * *
The next afternoon I got a phone call from a lady called Suzanne. She said George had called her and recommended me, and gave me an address to come down and see her. Since I had nothing else to do I went right away, and found myself outside the gates of a big mansion not that far from Jack's place.
I buzzed and the gates slid open, then I drove through and up a tree-lined driveway to a big red mansion. A man in a black suit was waiting. He smiled and led me through the front door, then down a long hallway and into an expensive office that reminded me of Jack's.
There was a blonde woman behind the desk. She was about thirty or thirty five. Her hair was tightly bound in an intricate style, and she was wearing a very expensive, tailor made blue suit.
"Allison?" she smiled, coming around the desk and extending her hand.
"Yes," I said, shaking.
"I'm Suzanne, come and sit down."
She led me over to a sofa and we sat down there.
"Mister Henderson tells me you didn't like working at the wine store."
"Not much," I said.
"And he's been seeing you privately for the past month or so."
"Uhm, once a week," I said, a little embarrassed to be practically admitting I was prostituting myself. I mean, she was a stranger, and even if she was supposed to be some kind of madam she was really elegantly dressed.
"You plan on college in the fall?"
I nodded.
"Well, I'm sure we can find some things for you to do in your spare time," she smiled. "Providing you meet our standards, of course."
I shrugged and smiled. What else was I supposed to do?
"Mister Henderson was very satisfied with you, but we have some clients who are much more demanding. That is, they want a lady they can take out in public. That's not something George has tried with you yet I understand."
"Uh, no."
"No. You do look rather young. Still, a little makeup can add years, and you're tall enough. I'm sure we can take care of your appearance all right. We'll have to keep your clientele select until you've become somewhat more sophisticated, but that young face of yours will make up for many things for some time to come."
I nodded again.
"That hair color is real?"
I nodded.
"Down below too?"
I nodded again, blushing.
"Take off your clothes, would you dear?"
"Uhm, here?" I asked.
"If you're shy this is hardly the business you should be getting into, dear," she smiled.
"I'm not shy," I frowned.
"I do trust Mister Henderson, but I am responsible for every girl I send out, and I have to assure myself there's nothing that will surprise my clients."
"You mean like a giant scar or something, maybe six or seven toes on each foot?"
She smiled but said nothing.
I stood up and after a moment's hesitation, began to unbutton my shirt. I started to just strip it off, then I remembered I was in a kind of audition, and started undoing it the way George had had me do, slowly, teasingly, slitting my eyes and sliding my tongue over my lower lip.
I was a bit embarrassed, not knowing if she was sneering at me inside her head, whether she thought I was a gauche amateur, whether she thought I was a cheap slut, or what. It was also embarrassing striping naked in front of a fully clothed woman who was, after all, going to "examine" me to see if my naked body was good enough for her clients to fuck.
She didn't say anything so I continued that way, letting my shirt slide back over my shoulders, then undoing my pants slowly and letting them slide down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, straight-legged, smiling in a sexy way, then slowly undid my bra.
I covered my breasts with my arms and gave her a sort of shy, bashful look, then slid them off and ran my hands through my hair, arching my back a little. I turned and wagged my ass a bit, then slipped my thumbs into the waistband and eased them down, bending over so she could get a real good look.
I straightened and turned slowly around, sliding my hands up and down my hips, then up through my hair again.
"You'll do," she said.
"I'll more than do," I sniffed.
"Don't get a swelled head, dear," she said, her eyes narrowing. "Do as you're told and be modest about it and you and I will both make a lot of money."
"That's what I want," I said.
She stood up, and I reached down for my panties.
"Don't get dressed," she said.
She walked over to her desk and I turned around and watched as she picked up the phone. "Philip, come in here. There's a new girl here I want you to see."
My heart gave a lurch as I realized a man was going to come in the office, and here I was naked. Yet she'd specifically told me not to get dressed. She wanted this guy to see me naked. I would just have to get used to people seeing me naked, I figured. Eventually it wouldn't be embarrassing any more.
The door opened and a tall, big chested guy came in. He looked pretty good looking, actually. He was about thirty, maybe younger, and his arms bulged beneath his short sleeved shirt.
His eyes went to me immediately, nicking up and down my body appreciatively.
"This is Allison," Suzanne said. "She's going to come and work for us."
"That's nice," Philip said.
"Why don't you give her a check and see what she's made of?"
That sounded a little insulting, but I didn't protest.
"Come over here, dear," Suzanne said.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, I padded across the floor, fighting to keep my hands from instinctively covering my groin and breasts. I walked over and stood right next to the desk, right beside Philip.
"Done any whoring before?" Phil asked.
"Excuse me," I sniffed.
"She has a private arrangement with George Henderson," Suzanne said. "He apparently found her in a wine store."
"Really?" Phil said, smiling in amusement.
"I like fucking better than working," I said daringly.
"Don't we all?" he laughed.
"You'll understand, dear, how we need to make sure before we send you out with one of our clients. We have a certain ... reputation, and we wouldn't want a squeamish girl to wind up refusing to service a client and running off."
"I'm not squeamish," I glared.
"Or shy. So you've said. We need to be sure. Philip."
I turned my gaze on him and he smiled. "Now this won't hurt a bit," he said, griping my arm and turning me around. He pushed me against the desk.
"Bend over and spread your legs," he said.
Suzanne sat down in the chair and lit a cigarette as she eyed me with a slight smile. I felt like telling her to fuck off or something. I mean, it was bad enough to fuck some stranger without some snotty woman watching.
"Give us a good show, dear," she said.
Fuck you, I thought.
Phil's hands slid around me and cupped my breasts, mashing and kneading them, then I felt one pull loose, and a second later his cockhead nudged my pussy lips. He drove it in slowly, and I made no squeamish resistance.
I sighed as his cock drove upwards into my pussy sheath. It was bigger and thicker than any other I'd ever had. I turned but couldn't see it, so I turned back, not looking at Suzanne, trying to pretend she wasn't there.
Phil started kneading my breasts again as he began to pump his cock up and down in my pussy. It felt good, so thick and hard and all, but, well, it was hard to get excited with this woman watching me.
Phil suddenly took his hands off my tits, reached down, and grabbed my thighs, then lifted my feet off the ground, pulling my legs to one side and rolling me on the desk. I yelped in surprise, then found myself on my back, my legs up high in the air as Phil held them apart. His cock was still inside me, and he resumed pumping, only now I could see him.
He dropped my legs onto his shoulders and slid his hands up and down my body, kneading and stroking my flesh, then working up onto my breasts. He bent, pushing my legs back, then slid his tongue onto my left nipple and sucked and chewed. He eased his lips over to the other nipple, then up onto my mouth.
My legs were crushed back against me by his chest, but it was a position I'd been in with George a few times and it didn't bother me. I kissed him back, and our tongues slid together in a wet, passionate dance.
His hands slid underneath me then and he pulled up and back, lifting me off the desk. My legs slid off his shoulders but were held by his arms until he sat down and pulled them aside, then my legs slid down around him and I found myself sitting on his cock, straddling him and the armless chair that was in front of the desk.
He stopped working and I knew I was supposed to start. I began grinding my loins against him, sighing and panting a little as I rubbed my breasts over his face and let him suck and lick on my breasts and nipples. I rose and fell three or four times, then ground myself against him again, then rose and fell three or four or five more times.
I slid my hands through his hair and behind his shoulders as he sucked on my nipples, then eased my upper body back, arching my back as I lay down across his thighs. My chest bent way back as my head and shoulders slid over his knees, and my hands and hair trailed along the floor.
My legs were tightly gripping the chair and I was still grinding and rubbing myself over him, my pussy still packed with cock meat. I knew he'd have a really great, and erotic sight of me like this, and his hands immediately went to my straining breasts, stroking and squeezing them.
He pulled me back up and his lips slid onto my hard, erect nipple and began to suck as I started rising and falling on his stiff prick again.
I was starting to forget about Suzanne. No, it would be better to say I was losing any care that she was watching. It was no longer a hindrance to my enjoyment. In fact, I started thinking of it as kind of a turn-on, fucking a guy while some woman watched.
I gripped his shoulders and began to bounce harder and higher on his prick, sliding my moist pussy sheath up and down with deep, rapid movements as I groaned and panted and whined in heated sexual delight. His hands cupped and fondled my ass cheeks, pulling me up and making me go even faster as he sucked on my nipples.
I shook my head from side to side, groaning and moaning as the pleasure mounted to the breaking point. Then I came, my pussy sucking and chewing and milking his prick as I rode desperately, bouncing higher, almost rising right off his cockhead, then dropping heavily, impaling myself on his rock-hard manhood.
He spewed his seed out moments later, and groaned in pleasure as his hands tightened on my ass and his teeth gnawed on my nipples. We started slowing down, then finally stopped, panting for breath.
"All right, Philip," she said.
Phil smiled and stood up, lifting me with him, then turned and set me down on the chair. He walked out then, leaving me sprawled naked on the chair under the gaze of Suzanne.
"I think you'll work out," she said. "Ever done sodomy?"
I nodded tiredly.
"What about deep throat?"
I'd heard of it, but shook my head.
"It'd be a good thing to learn, though we don't insist. Ever done any lesbianism?"
I shook my head again.
"Often our clients ask for more than one girl. When that happens he often wants the girls to put on a show for him as well as having sex with him. You don't have to like women to do that. It's really fairly easy. All you have to do is lick her pussy and suck her nipples, and pretend you're having a great time."
"I uh, I've never done anything with women," I said uneasily.
"It's no big deal," she shrugged. "Just remember, you're not doing things for your own pleasure ... even if you do happen to like fucking ... you're doing things for the client's pleasure. If it turns him on to see you and some other girl moaning and writhing together in bed than that's what you do. It's good, clean, easy money."
The truth was I'd thought about doing it with a girl before, but never had the opportunity. I mean, I wasn't gay or anything, but it would have been a neat thing if it turned out I could fuck a girlfriend and have fun. We could pleasure ourselves whenever there was no guy around, which was most of the time.
No girl had ever approached me, though, and I was too chicken to approach one of my girlfriends about it, in case she went nuts on me and I lost a friend.
"You have no major objections to this?"
"No," I said.
She nodded.
"We also have a very few wealthy women who ask for our services. Some want Philip, or one of the other men, and some want a pretty girl to be nice to them. The pay is good, but you'll have to learn how to make love to women before you become eligible for that kind of service."
"You going to show me?" I asked, feeling cocky now.
"No, dear. I'm above that sort of thing now."
I sniffed.
"I can find a girl to break you in though. Quite a few of our girls are gay so I'm sure it wouldn't be difficult to find one that wants to show you what lady love is all about."
"I'm sure," I said.
"Sometimes our clients want a little fantasy with their sex. They want you to pretend you're their secretary, or maybe a stewardess or nurse ... "
"Or a schoolgirl?" I interjected.
"Yes, that's a favorite. I imagine you'd be perfect for that."
"I did that just last week, with some friend of George's. He seemed to like it."
"You're still living at home?"
"Yeah."
"I can set you up in an apartment if you want."
"Not just now. I'll be moving out when I go to university in the fall."
"You're going to U of C?"
"Yeah."
"Good, so you can keep on working."
"Sometimes, on weekends, I guess," I said. "I don't want to work full time for awhile."
"What do you think full time is anyway?" she smiled. "You think our girls come in here and punch a clock, work for eight hours and leave?"
"I don't know," I said. "I never really thought about it."
"Obviously. All right, what we'll try to do is set you up for day jobs. There's always a certain demand for those, and since you're allegedly working, your parents aren't going to miss your sweet presence. You can get dressed now, by the way."
I got up and went over to my clothes, picking up my underwear and putting it on.
"We'll call you to notify you of a call, then send one of the men in car to pick you up."
"A limousine?" I asked.
"I don't think so. Not for you. It would be little ... showy in your neighborhood. I think decent Chrysler will do for now."
Chapter Seven
So I went home and waited. Well, I didn't just wait. I got out the U of C catalog and looked up the courses I wanted to take. I didn't need a degree or anything, nor any kind of recommendation from my professors. What I needed was the knowledge.
That reminded me of what George had said, so I called up a modeling school and enrolled. What the hell, I had the money. They promised to teach me all about hair styling and makeup too. It was expensive, and would cost more money than I had put away, but I figured I'd be making more soon, and that it would be worth it in the long run.
Like George had said, any girl can become a whore, but becoming a first class, top rated call girl would need something extra. I let my finger wander through the yellow pages, and found a place that taught massage. That was comparatively cheap, luckily for my bank account.
I met George like usual, which got me another eight hundred dollars, since he butt-fucked me, and then I started modeling class. Most of the other girls were hoping for a career in modeling, and I had to pretend the same. I mean, I couldn't tell them I wanted to be a call girl, no could I?
I started the massage class the next day. It was greasy work, but kind of neat in its way. They were very ... businesslike, I guess you'd call it, very professional in the way they had you do the massage, but I kept thinking how to apply the things to sex, how to make everything sexier and more erotic than the way they did it.
Two days later I got a call from Suzanne for my first client. She told me that he wouldn't be paying me, but would pay Suzanne, and she would then pay me. That was a little annoying, but I suppose talking money took some of the fantasy out of things.
She told me to dress down, like a teenager, she said, just jeans and something cute. Not exactly hard considering I was a teenager and normally did dress like one.
I waited on the corner for the car to pick me up, thinking as I did that it was kind of a clich�, a hooker standing on the corner, you know?
The car showed up. It was a nice one, and air-conditioned. I got in and the guy drove me to the address where the client lived.
The guy in front ... his name was Mike, turned around just as I was getting out the door. "Don't forget to call him Daddy," he said.
"What?" I said in surprise.
"You always call him daddy."
"Suzanne didn't say that."
He shrugged.
"That's sick."
He smirked.
I got out and slammed the door, then walked up to the door and rang the bell.
"Just walk in," Mike called.
I turned and looked back, then shrugged and opened the door. Daddy, my ass.
I walked inside and looked around. Going to places like this was giving me a new appreciation of just what money could buy, and making me more and more determined to have some of it myself. I mean, we had a reasonably nice house, but nothing like this.
"Where have you been?" a man demanded, coming from around the corner.
He was about forty, ordinary enough looking, wearing brown pants, slippers, and a sports shirt.
I automatically raised my wrist to check my watch.
"You're past curfew," he glared, coming up in front of me. "You were supposed to be back hours ago."
"So?" I said warily.
"Chelsea, when I set a time for you to be home I expect you to obey it," he glared, grabbing my arm and pulling me after him as he moved into the living room.
Chelsea?
"I'm sick and tired of your insolence and disobedience," he said, turning me around roughly and glaring down at me.
Oh yeah?
"Well fuck you," I said.
His eyes narrowed and I wondered if I had guessed wrong.
"I ought to send you to a convent," he snapped.
"Oh who cares? Leave me alone," I sighed, turning and wandering away.
"Come back here!" he ordered.
"I got other things to do," I said over my shoulder.
He grabbed my arm from behind and pulled me roughly around, then dropped into a chair and pulled me over his lap.
Uh oh. What was this?
"You little bitch," he snapped. "I warned you if you didn't watch your filthy mouth I was going to turn you over my lap!"
His hand slapped down hard on my ass and I yelped in pain and squirmed instinctively to pull away. He had a good hold on me, though, and his hand slapped down again, then again, then again.
"Are you going to be more obedient in future?" he demanded.
"Let me go, you bastard," I shouted.
"You foul mouthed little bitch," he glared, slapping my ass again and again and again.
It hurt, but not THAT much, not once I got used to it. The first three or four were the worst and then my ass was just one big hot throbbing ache, not pleasant, but tolerable.
His hand stopped spanking and he rested it on my ass. "Why do you wear such tight pants anyway?" he demanded. "It isn't decent. A young girl like you shouldn't be showing herself off like this."
"I like showing myself off," I snapped over my shoulder. "Now let me the fuck go!"
"I bet you're not even a virgin anymore," he snapped. "Are you?"
"None of your business!" I said.
"Oh yeah, well we'll just see won't we?" he snarled. His hand slid under me and undid my jeans, then began to tug them down. I squirmed and shouted in protest, but wasn't able to keep him from pulling them down around my knees. Then his hand shot in between my thighs and grabbed my pussy.
"Hold still," he ordered.
Then his fingers pried open my cunt lips and I felt one of them sliding up into me.
"Daddy!" I gasped. "Don't!"
"I'm going to find out if you're a virgin!" he cried.
"I am I am!" I yelled, struggling in pretended desperation.
"I don't feel your hymen," he snarled, his finger pushing deeper and probing around inside me. His finger jerked back and his hand pulled off my pussy, then slapped down on my now bare ass.
"Slut!" he yelled. "You're no virgin!"
"Owww! Let me go!" I yelled, as he spanked my ass red and hot.
"Who have you been fucking?" he demanded. "Who have you been spreading your legs for you little whore!?"
"Everybody!" I yelled back.
"Slut!"
His hand cracked down on my ass painfully hard, and I almost called it off right there, but then he stopped spanking.
"If you want to act like a whore I'll treat you like one!" he snarled, jerking my pants down further, ripping them off my legs.
"Daddy! Stop it!" I cried. He slapped my ass in reply.
One of his hands gripped my cunt, while the other grabbed my upper arm, and he lifted me off him and set me down on the floor. He dropped quickly behind me and grabbed a hank of my hair so I couldn't pull away.
"You dirty little whore," he snarled. "I know you're out there fucking every filthy bastard that wants it! Now I'm gonna get some!"
He thrust his cock into my pussy with savage force, then gripped my hips and rammed it deeper and harder. I yowled in protest as he ground his hips against my ass and laughed in glee.
"There you go, Chelsea," he growled. "Now you've got Daddy's cock buried in your slutty pussy. Do you like that? Huh? Do you like that?"
He slapped my ass again, then gripped my hips and began to fuck me with deep, furious strokes. I grunted with the impact of his hard, rutting strokes, not sure what else I should do, or could do. Did this pervert want his daughter to enjoy this or not?"
I took a gamble, and started letting my grunts sound more like groans as his big cock pounded into me.
"You like that, don't you? You slut!" Again he slapped my ass. "You'll take anything won't you? You'll spread your legs for any man! Whore! Slut!"
He pounded his cock down my pussy and then groaned in pleasure. "Yessss," he panted. "Take that! Take daddy's come! Ooohhhh!"
His fucking slowed and then stopped. He panted for breath behind me, stroking my red ass cheeks as his cock softened in my belly.
"Now get your pants on and get out of my sight!" he demanded.
And that was it. The whole thing only took about ten minutes! I thought surely I was supposed to stick around for something else, but checked with Mike to be sure.
"He got off?" he asked.
"Well, yeah," I said.
"Okay, get in."
"But ... it only lasted ten minutes," I said in surprise.
"So?"
"But ... he's going to pay a thousand dollars for that?"
"Two thousand. Get in."
I got in, looking up at him in shock. "Two thousand!?"
"It costs extra for spankings. Didn't you know that?"
"I didn't even know he was gonna spank me," I said crossly. "Why didn't she tell me that anyway?"
"She's probably trying to see if you're quick on your feet," he grinned.
"What if I slugged the guy?"
"Then she'd know you weren't quick on your feet."
"It would have cost her a client."
"Him? Nah, He loves fucking his daughter. He'll keep hiring them as long as his money holds out."
"Does he really have a daughter?"
"Uh huh. She's about twenty now. I doubt he ever touched her, though, otherwise he wouldn't be bringing his fantasies to life like this."
"So when do I get my money?" He laughed. "Should be in a couple of days. You get fifteen hundred, we get five."
"I get all the extra?"
"You always get all the extra. Our cut is a straight five hundred."
"That's nice."
"Only fair."
* * *
I got lots of young girl and daughter roles to play, because of my age and looks, I guess. I wore that school uniform more than anything else. It sure seemed to turn the men on.
Of course some guys just wanted a sexy woman to fuck, and didn't care if she was a teenager or not. One of those was Sean, who was to become a regular with me. Philip drove me to his apartment building and I took the elevator up to the penthouse. I was dressed in a nice expensive grey suit, though with my hair free.
Sean turned out to be ... well, you'd know his name if you heard it. He's a movie star, and he's gorgeous. At first I was shocked that a guy this good looking, with all his money and fame, would hire a hooker, but I guess it was cheap and easy, kind of like ordering pizza, and with no complications.
He was a cool guy, and fucked me for about half an hour, then took a bath with me. That was fun, just sitting there amidst the bubbles. We got to playing touchie feelie, before long, and I wound up riding his cock as he sucked my nipples.
My next appointment, a few days later, was in another apartment. Suzanne said to dress up for the job, so I wore an ankle length green silk dress over black bustier, G-string, garter belt, and hose. I did my hair out thick and full, and made the most of the makeup courses I'd gotten so far at the modeling school.
This apartment was nothing like the one Sean lived in. I mean, it was nice, but ... maybe upper middle class. It wasn't the kind of place that I was starting to get used to.
"Are you sure this is the place?" I asked Mike.
"Yeah."
"How can he afford it?"
"I don't know, baby. He's not a regular. If he starts talking about money change the subject. If he asks for prices leave."
"I know that," I said.
I went up to the apartment and a middle-aged man opened it, eyes feasting on me immediately.
"Hi, I'm Allison," I said.
"Hi, Allison," he said breathlessly. "Come in!"
I went in a little warily, looking around. He closed the door behind me.
"My wife is out of town for the week," he said. "And I decided to treat myself to something real special."
"Oh yeah?" I asked.
"I've been faithful to her for eighteen years now," he said, coming up behind me, his eyes still ravishing me through my dress. "But I really wanted to have another woman after all these years."
"Here I am," I smiled.
"Yeah." he breathed, standing back a little.
I started taking off my clothes, doing it slow and sexy like, and he just stood there, staring at me with his mouth open. He looked incredibly excited, like a kid at Christmas. When I got down to my lingerie he had a huge bulging erection.
I slowly removed my shoes, then undid my garters one by one and slid the stockings down and off. Then I undid the garter belt and took it off. He was looking so excited I wondered if he'd get a heart attack or something. He was big, looked like he'd once been an athlete, but was a little overweight now.
I undid the fasteners of my bustier and pulled it loose, and he groaned as he saw my bared breasts. I smiled and went over to him, then put my arms around his shoulders and kissed him on the lips. He hesitated for a moment, then his arms came around me and his hands cupped my bare ass cheeks as his tongue shot into my mouth.
We kissed for a long minute, him incredibly passionate as his tongue shot everywhere. His hands raced over my body too, mashing my breasts and ass cheeks and cupping my pussy. I sighed and pulled his head down to my breasts, and he licked and sucked desperately on my nipples.
I began undoing his clothes then. I tried to go slow and sexy, but he was in too much of a hurry. He ripped his own clothes off and I stepped back and slid my G-string down and off. He ran to me and threw his arms around me, lifting me off the ground as he mashed his face into my chest.
I was a little taken aback by his enthusiasm, but slid my legs around him and tried to hold myself up as he bit and gnawed on my tit meat. He carried me to a polished dining room table and let me down on it. I lay back, spreading my legs as he stared down in elated delight.
He took his bulging cock and pushed it into me slowly, then began to fuck me with furious speed as his hands roamed over my body like lightning, groping and fondling and squeezing and kneading my soft skin as he panted and puffed and rodded his cock into my cunt opening.
I was not surprised that he came within two minutes. I didn't have time to get into my fake orgasm, though. He bent over and licked on my breasts more gently now, then raised his eyes and smiled.
"I'm gonna fuck you in every room of this apartment," he breathed.
"I'm all yours," I smiled.
I sat up on the table and slid my hands up and down his body, then leaned over more, sliding my hands around his cock and balls, stroking and squeezing them as I tongued my way down his belly.
He groaned and slid his hands through my hair as I kissed the head of his cock, Then I slid off the table and down onto my knees.
"Wait!" he gasped, pulling back. He hurried across the room and sat down on a big recliner, then sat back.
"I sit here every night," he breathed, "while she sits over there. I've always thought ... dreamed about ... "
I grinned and dropped to all fours, then slowly, cat-like, crawled across the floor to him. He stared at me through wide eyes as I crawled up to him and in between his legs. I slid up between his thighs, licking a soft, smooth trail along his legs and around his balls.
Then I sucked in, first his right ball, then his left. I sucked both in my mouth as I slid my fingers along his cock, then I let them pop out one at a time and licked my way up his cock. It started to throb and stiffen almost at once.
I licked my way up and down his cock, then sucked on his balls again. His cock was hard enough then to slide my lips over the head and begin to bob my head up and down on it. He groaned again, a long, drawn out gasp of elation, his hands sliding through my hair as my head bobbed on his cock.
"Wait!" he gasped. "I don't want to come yet!"
I slid back on my heels as he sat there quivering. I smiled, and slid my hands back behind me, then brought my head back and tossed it a few times, letting my hair slide around on my shoulders, then behind me.
He gulped, and I turned and showed him my ass, then crawled slowly across the floor.
"Where does your wife sit?" I asked, looking back over my shoulder.
His eyes got even wider and he raised his hand and pointed at the far corner of the sofa. I smiled and crawled up onto the sofa, then into the corner. I eased my head down and my ass up and kind of waved it at him.
He lurched to his feet and stumbled across the floor to me, then grabbed my ass and groaned in pleasure. His hands squeezed and groped my ass cheeks, then my pussy mound. I winced a bit at his rough hands, then sighed as I felt his cock pressing against me.
It slid in deep and he began to pump furiously, grunting and groaning and panting heavily as he rammed it up my pussy pipe for all he was worth.
He halted and staggered back, gasping, his chest heaving. He turned and rushed into the kitchen. I straightened up and then got to my feet and followed him. I walked into the kitchen and saw him standing by the sink, an empty cup in his hand. There was water all over the floor and his crotch was wet.
"I didn't want to come yet," he gulped.
"I can see that," I said, raising an eyebrow.
"H ... here," he gulped. "Here by the sink."
I padded over to the sink, then rested my ass against the edge, slid my arms around him, and began to kiss him. He groaned again, his lips hard against mine as his hands kneaded my ass and breasts. I felt his hard cock pulsing against my belly as he ground himself into me, then I pushed him back and turned around.
I gripped the faucet and bent over, spreading my legs. "Now remember," I said. "Try to keep calm, and only do it for about half a minute."
"That might be too much," he said, still breathing heavily.
He stepped forward and slid his cock in me, then starting fucking. Not as hard or as fast as before, though. His hips slapped into my ass cheeks as his hands moved up and down my sides, then groped at my dangling breasts.
After about thirty seconds I twisted and pushed him away. "Where next?" I grinned.
He licked his lips and looked around. "Up against the stove," he gulped.
I moved over there and faced him. He came against me and mashed his lips down once again. I raised one leg high, propping it on the nearby counter, and then took his cock in my hand and guided it up into my pussy crack.
He chewed and sucked on my throat as he ground his loins into me, fucking his cock up into me deeper and harder and faster as I rubbed my breasts against him.
"Slow down," I panted.
"Ye ... yes," he gasped. "I know!" He took my hand and staggered out of the room, then across the floor to the sliding glass doors that looked out on the balcony. He opened them and looked around outside. I came up beside him and also looked around. There were no other buildings nearby, not real nearby anyway.
"Out there?" I said doubtfully.
"She never would," he gulped.
He stepped outside and I reluctantly followed. The balcony was at least private enough that nobody in the same building would be able to see us. As for the other buildings, well, they'd need a decent telescope to see me.
I walked out and looked over the balcony. It was a long way down. I turned and grinned then, propping my ass on the railing.
"Come and get me," I said.
He did, biting on my throat as he ground himself into me. I lifted my leg and he slid into me again, and grabbed my ass tightly as he fucked his cock up into my belly. He grunted and groaned and panted and moaned, puffing away like a steam engine as he drove his cock up into me again and again.
I pushed him back, but it wasn't easy. He wanted to fuck me here and now, and even when I twisted free he tackled me and I wound up almost falling. I let myself down onto all fours and he fucked me from behind, spewing his second load into my belly as he all but collapsed on top of me.
He fell over onto his side, sighing with exhaustion.
"Man," he gasped.
"That was fun," I said.
He shook his head.
"I ... I ... wanted ... to do it ... in ... in the ... bedroom ... too." he panted.
"Well, maybe we can," I said.
He shook his head again. "Not ... not three ... not in this close a space of time."
"You'd be surprised what I can accomplish," I smiled.
I got up and held out my hand. "Come with me," I said.
He got up with a groan and I brought him back inside. "Where's the bathroom?"
He pointed and we walked over there. I walked inside and turned on the water in the tub, then searched through the cupboards until I found some bubble bath. I poured that into the water and bubbles started to appear.
"Care for a bath? It's very relaxing."
"Uh, a bath? Uh, sure."
I motioned him into the tub and he sat down gingerly, then I got in next to him. I ran my hands over his body and then laid my head back against his chest as he began to stroke and squeeze my breasts. He talked about his wife, and from what he said his sex life was pretty boring and straightforward, the missionary position once or twice a month.
After fifteen or twenty minutes I began to stroke his cock and balls, but I decided he needed something a little more before I could get him erect, something more than just physical manipulation.
I stood up and smiled, then picked up the soap and began to soap myself up. I posed and positioned my body to best effect as I slid the bar over my chest and breasts and belly, then in between my legs. I sat down then on the corner of the tub and spread my legs.
As he watched I began to soap up my pussy, but not in a very businesslike way. I leaned back and sighed slowly, then spread my legs wider, lifting one and putting my foot on the edge of the tub.
I began to jerk off then, stroking my fingers over my pussy, mashing them into the soft, pulpy cunt meat, stroking and squeezing my breasts as he watched with huge round eyes. I groaned and rolled my head against the wall as I dug my fingers into my pussy, sliding them slowly up into my pussy slit and pumping them in and out.
I reached out and grabbed a shower hose and turned it on, spraying water over my crotch, rinsing the soap off, then using the pulsating spray to jerk off on. I continued to pump my fingers up into my cunt as he watched, groaning and whining and panting for breath.
Then I caught his eye with mine.
"Eat me!" I panted. "Come and eat me!"
He splashed water around as he dove across to my end of the tub and crouched between my legs. Then he stared into my pussy with eager excitement.
He mashed his face into my crotch then and I groaned in pleasure. He began to fuck his fingers into my slit as his tongue lapped across my clitty. He was rough, very amateurish, but extremely eager and enthusiastic, and he didn't do that bad a job, considering.
I moaned and groaned, running my fingers through his hair and arching my back, thrashing my head from side to side and cursing softly, then giving off a sudden sharp cry and gripping his hair tightly as I humped up into his face.
I hadn't come, actually, but then as Suzanne had said, my pleasure wasn't the point here, his was. I had pretended to come because I noted his cock was starting to harden down there, and I knew I'd have no trouble bringing him hard enough now to fuck me again.
Chapter Eight
I led him out of the bathroom and down the hall to his bedroom. There he fucked me against the dresser, on the floor, and in his bed in a couple of positions. Finally he came, laying on his back as I rode up and down on his prick.
I'd worked hard for the thousand dollars I got for that, at least compared to what I'd had to do for "Daddy". But I'd still only been there for a couple of hours. Pretty decent money, Two weeks pay for two hours work. After a couple of months of this kind of thing, working usually two or three times a week, I was dead certain I didn't want to get a normal job like my parents.
I went to university in the fall, but only part time, so I could continue my modeling lessons. In the winter, after I'd finished the massage lessons, I took Karate lessons, figuring it could come in handy in my line of work to be able to defend myself.
I only worked for Suzanne maybe one a week during this time. I had George as a regular client still, and Jack about once a month. I hardly needed much more, but took the odd job to keep in contact with her and gain experience.
In the summer of the following year I got a customer who turned out to be a real career maker. Joseph ... never Joe ... Cerelli, was the head of sales at a major corporation. His corporation did a lot of high powered entertaining, and girls like me were often part of the entertainment.
I got dozens of references from him during the summer alone, and since none came through Suzanne, I didn't have to share the money with her. I kept the fifteen hundred myself.
By this time, of course, I had my own apartment. I told my parents I shared it with two other girls, which was why it was a three bedroom apartment, and how I could afford to stay there. It was just far enough from where I lived to make it inconvenient for them to drop by very often, and certainly too far to go without calling first to make sure I was in.
In fact I had purchased the place on a mortgage, so could do what I wanted there. That included breaking through one of the walls of the bathroom and enlarging it into one of the bedrooms. I set up a sauna there, a full sized shower stall, and a huge sunken tub. I also put in my massage table, of course.
I bought a huge, four poster bed for the second bedroom. It took up almost the whole room, but then that was all I needed in there. My own bedroom was for me, and I didn't intend to have any customers in there.
My second year in school I took a couple of art courses in addition to the business and finance ones. I also enrolled in a wine appreciation course at a local college. It was only one night a week anyway.
I also did my first lesbian show for a client. Me and the girl, a blonde with big tits named Sara, put on a real show, slithering together, licking each other's pussies, sucking on each others' nipples, mashing our breasts together as we ground our cunts against one another, then fucking each other with a big double headed dildo.
After about an hour of this we both climbed onto the client and undressed him, then sucked his cock and balls. She mounted him first while I stroked his chest and let him suck my breasts. Then I got on and he sucked her tits and groped her pussy.
It was easy enough, no big deal. Me and Sara kind of hit it off, though, and afterwards we went to her place where she showed me how to really suck a pussy. She was gay, you see. Anyhow, she did things with her tongue that amazed me that night, and I learned a lot from her about how to bring a woman off.
Which was real handy because I got a special request a few months later from a client I'd fucked a couple of times before. This time he wanted me to fuck his wife. It seemed that one of his big fantasies in life was to watch his wife and another woman, then get in bed with the both of them, of us, I mean.
As for her, one of her fantasies was to have sex with another woman. She'd always been curious, but had never gotten the opportunity. He offered three thousand for the deal. I was to fuck his wife first, then, after an hour or two, he would come over and we would put on a show, then he would fuck the two of us.
I agreed, and his wife showed up at my apartment the next afternoon. She was a business woman quite a few years younger than him. Her name was Cathy, and she was about thirty five years old.
She was a pretty woman, though not gorgeous like me. She had shoulder length brown hair and a pretty good figure. She was wearing a blue dress cinched at the waist, and a small gold necklace when she opened the door.
Her face was red and anxious, and she stumbled over her words as she greeted me. I tried to be as disarming as possible, but she was obviously very nervous and embarrassed. She'd had a few, and was intent on getting drunk to shore up her will.
I decided that my client probably didn't want his wife pissed to the gills, and that I should do something to make her more comfortable quickly.
"Cathy," I said. "Try to relax."
"I ... I am," she gulped, "but it ... it's just that ... well, I've never ... you know ... never ... done anything like this before."
"I know, honey, but don't let it worry you. We're just going to have some fun is all."
She nodded shakily, trying to force a smile as her head jerked from side to side, looking around the apartment.
"Tell you what, you need to loosen up. Why don't I give you a massage."
"A ... a massage?" she gulped.
"I'm a licensed massage therapist."
"Really?"
"Really and truly," I smiled.
"Do you, uh, give a lot of massages?"
"Quite a few, actually."
I led her to the bathroom, which was now about fifteen feet by twelve since it took in one of the bedrooms. I patted the massage table and told her to get undressed.
"There's towels here," I said. "I'll go get you a drink."
"Thanks," she said, as I left.
I hadn't told her the drink would be non-alcoholic, of course, but she'd be too nervous to offer much complaint when I brought her a Perrier.
I went to the bedroom and changed from the dress I was wearing to a sleeveless cotton T-shirt. It was a man's T-shirt, so came down to just below my buttocks. It was kind of low cut for a woman, but I was aiming for that.
I was not surprised to find her laying down on her belly on the padded table when I returned, a towel under her chest and another modestly placed over her behind.
"Here's your drink," I said, handing her the Perrier.
I put some oil in the microwave, then rolled over a small table she could use for her drink. I chatted about the weather, and junk, then pulled the warmed oil out of the micro and poured some on her back.
I poured more on my hands and then began to work on her shoulders. I was in no hurry, and knew she'd never enjoy her fantasy if she wasn't relaxed, so intended to lead her in slowly and give her time to get used to me.
I worked my fingers into her shoulders and back, moving slowly down to the small of her back. I slid the towel back a little, just to the crack of her ass, the skipped it and began working on her thighs. Again I rolled the towel back up so it was no just barely covering her behind, and began to dig my fingers into her muscles.
The more we talked the more she seemed to relax and get used to things, When I slid the towel off her ass she stiffened up and went silent for a minute, but she calmed down as my fingers dug into her soft flesh in a professional manner.
I began to move my hands more softly on her body then, stroking the flesh, sliding my oily hands up and down over her rounded buttocks, then up along the sides of her chest to caress the sides of her breasts. I slid my hands down and pulled her thighs a little further apart, sliding my hands up and down them in a soft, caressing manner.
I began to stroke directly up and down the crack of her ass, sliding further down each time until my fingers moved right over her pussy pad. She gasped but said nothing as I continued to run my hand up and down from the small of her back to her pussy mound.
I began concentrating the rubbing action on her pussy then, softly rubbing my hand over it, then letting my middle fingers push deeper against her slit, slowly working them between her cunt lips so they could saw along her slit and caress her clitty directly.
Her breathing grew heavier and faster and she kind of raised her ass a little. I stroked her ass with one hand as I softly caressed her pussy and slit, then angled two fingers in more and slid them slowly down into her cunt tube.
I licked my way up and down her ass crack ... the oil was edible, of course ... as my fingers worked on her cunny. Soon her ass was rising and falling and she was groaning and panting and moaning in a soft, confused, excited voice.
I thrust my fingers in and ground my thumb over her clitty and she came, bucking her ass up and crying out in pleasure as the orgasm washed over her. Her ass humped furiously and she cursed and moaned, then went still, her breath loud in the silent room.
I slowly rolled her over and when she looked up at me smiled and kissed her on the lips, very softly. She kissed back, just as soft. I straightened and reached down, cross-armed, and lifted the shirt up and off, baring myself. Her eyes widened, and when I bent and kissed her again she kissed back passionately, her arms going up around my shoulders to pull me down against her.
Our breasts pressed together and she groaned again, her breathing growing more excited. I pulled back and smiled again, then climbed up atop the bench and sat down on her, straddling her thighs as I reached for the oil. I poured it slowly over her breasts and belly, then began to knead them with my fingers.
I spent long minutes mashing and squeezing and kneading her tit bags, often pausing to lean forward and slide my tongue and lips over her rigid nipples, then exchange hot, moist kisses with her. I oiled up my own breasts and rubbed and rolled them over hers as we kissed for the longest time.
Her hands slid up and down my body, squeezing my oily ass cheeks as our tongues slid together. I rose and began to slide my pussy and ass up and down on her oily flesh. I rubbed myself over her thighs and abdomen and belly, sliding back and forth on the slick, warm oil as she watched with wide eyes, occasionally reaching up to squeeze my breasts.
I slid my way down her body then until I slid right off the table. I gripped her thighs and pulled them wide, then bent over and began to lick along her thighs. I worked my way up to her pussy slit and with practices ease, and the help of her intense arousal, brought her to orgasm in under a minute.
I slid up her body after that until we could kiss again, and ground my pussy against hers. I spread her legs wide open and opened my own to expose my cunny, then rubbed pussies together until she came for a second ... no third time.
I had filled the tub prior to her arrival, and now put in some more hot water and stirred up the suds, then led her down into it. We sat there together for most of an hour, chatting and idly stroking one another. Then, just before we stepped out I jerked her off to another come.
We got out and dried off, then went to the bedroom where I showed her how to lick me to a come, then did a sixty-nine with her. I didn't use any sex toys. She was so excited she didn't need any.
She was incredibly excited the whole time. Orgasms didn't ease her lust, but only seemed to increase it. She came again and again, and licked me to several orgasms, delighting in bringing me off.
When hubby showed up she got hot all over again, wanting to show off all she'd learned and the things we'd done. So the two of us put on a real show for him, starting with me sucking his wife off. After that she licked me, then we did a sixty-nine, and finally ground our pussies together as we squeezed each other's breasts and asses and sucked each other's tongues.
Then I brought out the dildos and vibrators as something new. It worked well with both of them. Cathy just about went crazy when I shoved a dildo up her cunt and then used a vibrator on her clitty. She came again and again and again, until I finally pulled the dildo out of her snatch and mounted her with a strap-on.
Her husband's eyes nearly bugged out of his head when I fucked his wife doggie style, and when I transferred the dildo to her asshole and sodomized her, burying the vibrator up her snatch at the same time, he tore off his clothes and gave up the show, jumping into bed with us.
He turned Cathy onto her back and then he shoved his cock into her snatch as I fucked her pussy. After that me and Cathy took turns sucking his cock erect again, then I mounted his face as she mounted his cock.
Finally, Cathy put on the strap-on and fucked my cunt as hubby rodded his tool up my asshole. Both of them came at the same time, which I thought was a rather nice end to the day.
Almost an end, that is. They wanted souvenir photos, she me and Cathy posed for various lewd, lesbian photos for them to remember their little fling by.
* * *
All through college I continued to pick up customers, until I was in far more demand than I had time for. During the summer I tended to work full time, if you could call it work, and generally had at least one "date" a day.
By my second year at school I knew enough about how to act, how to use makeup, and how to do my hair, to pass for any age between fourteen and thirty, and began to pick up clients who wanted to show me off in public, not just fuck me in private.
I went to the finest parties and fund raisers, to the best nightclubs and discos that were frequented by the "in" people. Few people suspected I was a call girl, except for now and then when the client bragged about it to impress them.
I stopped doing work for Suzanne, since I had enough people calling me directly to more than keep me busy. Most, at first, were referrals from other satisfied customers. Men who came to me tended to refer me to any guy who was interested in a little uncomplicated sex.
In my junior year I got my first senator for a client, and he was to become a regular for years. In fact, by the time I left college I had little room for newcomers since I had a steady series of repeat customers who called me again and again, people like George, who wanted me once a week.
There was the bank president who visited me every Friday after work for a little massage, a little sex, and a nice bath. There was the chairman of the board who I visited once a month in his office, for a little across the desk fun. There was the big shot lawyer who wanted me to spank him for being a bad boy, and the gynecologist who gave me an "internal" exam every few months.
I had taken acting in college, as well as psychology, and both came in handy in my rapidly building career. Often my clients, big shots in the business or political worlds, needed someone to talk to and complain to, someone who would understand their problems, offer sympathy, advise, and unquestioning support ... as well as a really good back rub. I got clients who only wanted a back rub, you know. Oh, they were regulars who wanted sex too, but who came over every now and then just for a back rub, even though I charged full price.
I moved into a loft with a half dozen small rooms that I decorated assets, you know, like in the movies. There was the doctor's examining room, the office, the airliner ... complete with airplane seats and mannequins to simulate passengers ... and of course, the school room.
I bought an assortment of outfits, nurses uniforms, schoolgirl outfits, stewardess and police uniforms, etc, as well as slinky lingerie and leather get-ups, and we really got into some kinky fantasies up there.
I also increased my price from fifteen hundred to two thousand. I figured I was worth it. I was right, too. My biggest problem after awhile was finding times to work in all my repeaters. Luckily, I was so popular that many were willing to come at awkward hours, even if they had to take an afternoon or morning off work.
My first full year after college I netted six hundred thousand. The next year I pulled in over a million. I never told my parents what I was doing. In fact, I bought an apartment at the other end of the city and told them I worked at a bank. A client at the bank was happy to back me up when needed.
My job was the best any woman could ever have hoped for. I was paid to have great sex and go to great parties. Often I was flown overseas, to the Riviera, or the south of Greece, or Mexico, or Rio, all at ten thousand a day. Yes, ten thousand a day for laying on a great beach and partying.
I never did anything I didn't want, and never went with a guy I didn't trust. I never felt at any time that I was being exploited. Quite the contrary, in fact.
I never regretted that summer when George introduced me to a new career, and always thanked fortune that I wasn't one of those poor women stuck in a dull, boring job in some box in the sky for her entire life. I live a life other women can only dream about, and all because of the value men place on that tight little place between my legs.
