Sandra is a
woman who feels she has missed out in life. Some how it has just slipped by
her. She married early, to a man somewhat older than herself, a good man, but a
man with strict rules and principles and in his mind sex was purely for the
purpose of procreation. This strict procreation had brought forth one son, now
married and emigrated to some far flung place, very rarely writing or making
contact with his mother. Geoffrey her husband had died four years ago. Now
Sandra is bored with her life and casts her mind back to he early days when she
and her friends were foot loose and fancy free, times that were cut short when
she married… now she wanted to live again, recreate the past…make up for all
the times she had missed out on… as a wife and mother she felt she had
fulfilled her duties. In her early youth she’d been a bit of a swinger, liked
going to parties, liked men and definitely liked her sex. She wondered how
she’d done without it all those years. She enjoyed reading or watching anything
that remotely hinted of sex or porn, secretly watching and reading such
material, always careful to hide it from he husbands view. The numbers of times
she’d seen a good looking spunk of a man and fantasized what it would be like
lying next to him…naked. Now it was time for her to make up for lost time, all
those wasted years, but things get a little out of her control.
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Stanley’s
smiling face was close to mine. His hand was vigorously squeezing my left
breast. His hard erect cock was inside me… fucking me.
“Oh baby…oh
baby this feels so good” he was saying as his ass humped up and down. The room
kept spinning and my head hurt. God… oh god how did I get into a position like
this. It was a silly question and I really didn’t need to ask it, I knew
exactly how I’d got into this position
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I’d woke up
one morning, looked into the mirror and said to the reflection, Sandra
Cunningham, where oh where is your life going, you’re fifty five years of age
and it’s passing you by…just passing you by, in next to no time you will be
sixty, for goodness sake do something with your life before it’s all over.
I’d lost my
husband Geoff just over four years ago. My son and daughter in law had
immigrated to some god-forsaken place and I got a letter or card once in a
while, Christmas, birthday and that was it. I ran my fingers over the lines now
forming on my face, in a few more years there would be more. Opening my robe I
held and cupped my naked breasts. Hmmm still firm and not too bad for a fifty
five year old woman. I shrugged out of my robe altogether, letting it drop to
the floor, and ran my hands over my naked body. It was an act I would never
have dared to do with Geoff around, but it always gave me immense sexual pleasure.
Well Sandra
dear you may have put on a little weight, not quite the slim young girl you
once were, but over all I still had a good figure and I’d always prided myself
on my legs. I could go out in a swimsuit or bikini and receive many admiring
glances, not like some of my friends who had let themselves run down but hey
better that than looking like that skinny Mildred Sangster, at least you have
some shape to you.
I proceeded
to run my hand over the soft pubic hair of my pussy, and traced the slit between
my legs. “Four years…four long years and not one hard male penis has ever
entered the inner sanctum,” I thought to myself as I slid first one finger,
then two inside. I imagined my fingers as some male penis, exciting my clit,
eyes closed and a soft moan.
I’d been
married to Geoff for twenty-five years. It had been a comfortable marriage
rather than an exciting one. Geoff was a steady kind of guy, never did anything
really exciting, especially in bed when it came to sex. I remember the first
time I went down on him, put his cock in my mouth and started sucking it…he was
just mortified, thought it was most disgusting. I couldn’t believe it; I was
brought up and went to school in the sixties. It was a time of sexual freedom.
I’d sucked most of the boy’s cocks at school in the back seat of a Holden or
Ford and never had any complaints…in fact most were very complementary on my
technique, mind I wasn’t too keen on the taste of their cum.
My mind
went back to the days when we were all in our youth, footloose and fancy-free…
god the nights out we used to have… it was these thoughts that eventually led
me to where I was now… I wanted to revisit or relive my past. I’d lost my
virginity in the back seat of a Holden to Arnie Goodgame. I had a real big
crush on him; thought I was in love with him and eventually fell for his line
of bull shit and let him screw me. Like most women my first time was not as
good as I thought it was going to be, that came later with an older and more
experienced man and men. I guess you could say I had a few miles on the clock
when I married Geoff
With Geoff,
it was always the good old missionary way, did what was needed, got relief,
rolled over and went to sleep…oh yes but he did always thank me afterward…a
real gentleman he was.
He did at
least leave me reasonably well off, his investments portfolio and insurances
had left me more than comfortable. I had the money; I could now change my life
and lifestyle, out with the old and in with the new. I was going to live and
live a little dangerously as well. A new excitement took over, I was eager to
get started.
I spent a
good five minutes posing erotically in front of the mirror. “Well I don’t know,
I guess some guy would still want you” I said to myself rather wishfully. Could
be some life in the old girl yet.
“A girls night out… that’s what’s needed a
girls night out” I thought.
Unfortunately
when I put it to my friends it did not meet with the same enthusiasm as my own.
“Oh I don’t
know Sandra, I don’t think it’s me anymore, I just like my quiet nights at home
with a good book or watching TV…Bill and I are normally in bed by nine thirty…
no… no sorry love count me out”
I tried
them all but the responses were the same, the bottom line none of my friends
wanted to revisit their past. “God their all dead…all of them, they just don’t
realize it that’s all” I said rather grumpily. I suppose if Geoff were still
alive I would be thinking and living just like them.
“God I so
wanted to break out of here” I screamed at no one in particular, I was just so…
so… frustrated; I needed to do something.
“Why not
have your own girls night out” the little voice said.
“Oh yeah
and how do I do that” I replied.
“Just get
dressed, go visit a bar someplace… gotta be some other women just like you…meet
up with them, have a laugh or two, meet up with a guy perhaps…just go out and
have some fun for a change, sitting here all the time ain’t gona achieve
anything is it, like you said you could sit here, read a book, watch TV and
just grow old…you need a good man sweetheart…you need to get laid…when was the
last time you had a good fuck”
“It seems
forever… No you’re right.. but I couldn’t could I?” I asked
“Well
that’s up to you…only you can answer that one”
I sat and
argued for a while with the little voice and then I stood up and declared “Yes…
by god yes…I’ll do it”
First thing
I did was search my wardrobe for something nice to wear… but the problem was I
hadn’t bought anything new for quite some time… none of the dresses looked good
enough to go visiting bars, Geoff didn’t want me looking like a whore, was the
way he put it and underwear well there was nothing sexy about that.
Again his
comments were. “Why do you want sexy underwear…you thinking about becoming a
whore”
“Well…why
do you want sexy underwear Sandra?” the voice asked
“Good
question… well I want to feel sexy and wearing sexy underwear will help me
achieve that” I replied.
The voice
just laughed and said” Oh I see…of course… silly me I thought it was to impress
a guy”
Next day I
decided to go shopping… time for a new wardrobe to suit the new me.
I did a
one-shop stop, the young girl was most helpful. When I left I had all I needed.
Black evening cocktail dress…hem just above the knee, black thigh hi stockings,
black bra and black panties, plus a nice wrap around shawl for when I left the
bar… it tended to be just a tad chilly that time of night. A very expensive
pair of black hi heels and a purse complimented the purchase. I could not wait
to get home and try it all on. I felt excited standing in front of the mirror
naked, I ran y hands sensuously over my body, bringing a little wetness to my
pussy, then putting each piece of garment on, the panties looked real brief,
quite a bit smaller than I’d imagined them to be… very risqué I thought, then
the bra, the young girl had been right, they did cup and show my breasts off to
their best advantage, I cupped and bounced them up and down, they looked like
two jellies wobbling on a plate. I very carefully drew the self-hugging
stockings on to my legs, the lace top accentuating their sexuality; in fact I
had forgotten how good my legs were. For a moment or two I admired myself in
the mirror. Hands on hips, posing provocatively, I twisted first one way, then the other. “Not bad… not bad at all
for an old tart” I said. The dress was a perfect fit, hugging the contours of
my body, rather flattering it actually, perhaps I should have purchased the
longer hemline, when I sat it did ride up a little…I crossed my legs and saw
just how much thigh I was going to display, but hey I was going out to have
fun… the old fuddy duddy Sandra was dead.. from now on I was going to live a
little.
On the
night I’d decided to go out I had my hair done… first real style I’d had in
many a long year. Again my young shop assistant had been right, said I should
go to Eileen at Head and Shoulders, when I came out I felt like a new woman… as
most women do when they have their hair done. The transformation was taking
place, after all these years the butterfly was coming out of the chrysalis.
Excitement
was starting to build inside me… could I do it, that was the question. Oh I’d
bought all this new gear, had my hair done real nice but when it came to the
crunch, could I carry it out. No… no I was determined, I hadn’t come this far just
to falter at the last hurdle.
I soaked
myself in the hot bubbles, allowing my pores to absorb the aromas. As I soaked
I took the razor and carefully shaved my pussy, until it was smooth as the day
I was born…it was something I’d always wanted to do, but never dared to do
whilst Geoff was alive…now I could do whatever I wanted.
“So you’re
going to all this bother, just to meet up with some other women is that right?”
the voice asked.
“Shut up…
you ask too many damn questions” I replied.
The voice
laughed and added “Yeah but all the right ones, you’re hoping to meet up with a
fella aren’t you”
“So…what if
I am…I’m single and I have no one to be responsible to”
The voice
just laughed and faded.
I sat at my
dressing table, clad in my new underwear, I was already starting to feel sexy
and dare I say a certain stirring in my groin area, applying some make up. I
wanted just the right amount…too much would make me looking like a tart, a
little eyeliner, some mascara and lip-gloss, a dab of perfume behind the ears
and on my wrists, careful not to overdo it. I didn’t want to go any further. If
he didn’t like what he saw… just too bad I thought.
“Ho there
you go, talking about a guy, see it is a guy you’re going looking for” Voice
“Shut up
smarty pants…ok I admit it’s a guy I want…you happy now” Me
The final
bit was carefully putting on the dress…but what I eventually saw in the mirror
I liked.
“Well I
think he’s just going to love you darling” voice
“Well just
let’s hope so” me
I felt
good, really, really good. I felt sexy and alive again… I was ready to go, meet
the challenge, and let the night throw whatever it wanted at me… I knew I could
do it.
Once in the
car, I had no idea where to go. All the watering holes we used to visit had
changed or closed altogether. It was one thing to be all dressed up but where
do I go… I hadn’t really thought that one through.
I trolled
the various bars, but was reluctant to go visit them. Then I thought that maybe
one of the hotels would have a bar. When Geoff and I went on tours all the
hotels we stayed at had a guest’s bar, which were frequented by other than
guests…probably a little more subdued as well…good place to start…check one or
two out, have a drink, see who was there and if nothing, move on, at least I’d have
tried.
I liked the
look of the Regent…it had class… probably cost an arm and a leg, but a couple
of drinks wasn’t going to brake the bank. It also had a car park. I secured the
car there was a “Bleep, bleep” and a flash of lights. A deep breath and here
goes. The click of my hi-heals as I made toward the entrance. The foyer looked
huge and menacing as I stood outside looking in. There was a swoosh; as the
doors suddenly opened, as if by magic, my body triggering the mechanism. “Oh
god Open Oh Sesame” I thought, well here goes another deep breath and I strode
inside. The first part of the foyer was tiled before reaching the carpeted
area, again the click-click of hi-heals, then the comfort of the carpet. The
sound of my hi-heals resonating on the floor had drawn the attention of the
desk clerk.
“Can I help
you madam”
“Oh
yes…well…I’m supposed to meet some friends of mine here, they said to meet them
in the bar…I’m not sure if they are staying here or not”
“And their
name being?”
“Oh er
Andrews Mr. and Mrs. Andrews” It was the only good story I could come up with.
“Let me
see” he replied, turning to his computer.
“Er no…no
we don’t have them registered as guests… but if you wish you can go through to
the bar and wait there for them”
“Oh
thanks…yes, yes I’ll do that”
“To your
left and straight down… can’t miss it… have a good evening madam”
“Oh thank
you… thank you young man” phew, I gave a sigh of relief as I made my way to the
bar. The doors were open, inviting patrons in, a slight hesitation before
entering, then I moved on. The interior lighting was soft and subdued, it had a
warm ambiance about it…it seemed friendly and inviting, my confidence
returning. I was like a moth to the candle…drawn inside. A few of the patrons
gave me a cursory look as I made for the bar, then continued back to their
conversations. God Sandra what are you doing here, my heart thumping in my
chest…. what I was doing. I sat my ass on one of the stools; placing myself a
safe distance from the other patrons, the barman came and inquired what I would
like to drink. I ordered a Vodka and orange. The orange giving the impression
that, that’s all I was drinking and the Vodka odorless
“Ice with
that madam?”
“Er yes,
yes please”
I glanced
to my right, there were two guys deep in conversation, paying little attention
to what was going on around them, between the men, and myself were two women,
again chatting away. For a moment they ceased their chatter and eyed me rather
coldly, before returning to their conversation. I turned to my left, there was a guy by himself, he looked toward
me, gave me a friendly smile, I returned his smile, the barman placed my drink
before me. I handed over a twenty-dollar bill and received little change. God
this was indeed an expensive place to quench your thirst.
Taking a
sip from my glass I glanced in the direction of the single guy. I guess his age
around fifty, somewhat rotund but neatly dressed. He wore a light gray jacket,
black trousers and a white shirt, unbuttoned and casual looking. He caught me
staring at him and gave me another warm and charming smile…I smiled back. I
felt somewhat embarrassed at being caught out like that. I kept sipping my
drink and listening to the chatter in the background, the two women giving me
some further close scrutiny, then whisper, whisper and suddenly laughing.
I felt a
little uncomfortable at their stares and what seemed chatter about me. Oh god
what am I doing here. I decided to finish my drink and go. I’d started to loose
my resolve just sitting here by myself
“You by
yourself honey” The voice startled me. It was the guy, he’d taken the bar stool
right next to me and was now sitting real close.
The two
women gave another cold stare, then returned to their chatter.
“Oh well
yes…I’m supposed to meet some friends here” I stammered. I was sticking with my
story.
“Mind if I
join you while you wait… quite frankly I could do with the company and I hate
sitting drinking alone.”
“Oh er no
that’s fine” I replied “Likewise…I feel uncomfortable sitting by myself”
“Can I get
you a refill?”
“Oh er yes,
yes it’s a Vodka….”
“Vodka and
orange with ice…yes?” he said with a smile.
“Yes that’s
right” he’d obviously heard me order.
“Another
the same for the lady Harry” he said, indicating my drink.
“I’m
Stan…Stan Osborne…work in sales…furniture”
“I’m
Sandra… Sandra Cunningham…I’m afraid I don’t work”
“Lady of
leisure eh?” he replied with a grin “At least that’s how you describe it eh?”
“Yes.. I
guess”
He was an
easy guy to talk to… I guess it was his job… I mean in sales and all.
One drink
became two, then three, they seemed to go down oh so easy, as fast as I drained
the glass it was immediately refilled, before long I was opening up to him,
telling him all about my so mundane life and that I’d taken the bull by the
horns and decided to go out and have some fun.
“So there
really aren’t any friends coming to meet you eh?”
“Oh god no…
that was just a cover story for the desk clerk” I replied with a little giggle
My answers
seemed to please him “Have another drink Sandra” he said
“Oh I
shouldn’t really…they’re starting to go to my head” which they were, I wasn’t
used to drinking.
“Oh come
on… you said you were out for some fun.. Have another one”
“Oh well
one more can’t do me any harm can it” I replied
“None at all
Sandra…after all you are out for a good time aren’t you…drink up”
I did, then
another and another after that. My speech had become slurred, my vision blurred
somewhat and the room starting to spin. He smiled, placed his hand on my hand
and squeezed it.
“How about
we take a little trip up to my room and continue our conversation up there…much
more comfortable…kick off your shoes and just relax, what do you say Sandra?”
“Oh dear I
don’t know… I don’t think it’s proper for a lady” mind that’s not what it all
sounded like, I was talking all slurred, my mouth was full of cotton wool and
the bloody room wouldn’t keep still.
He learned
a little closer took a furtive look around like he had a secret to tell me and
not for anyone else’s ears, and said. “Come on Sandra, there’s a nice big soft
bed waiting for you, you can lie down and everything will seem ok…I
promise…I’ve got two hundred bucks for you if you’ll come up with me, that
would be a fair price don’t you think”
At the
sound of an invitation to visit his room for two hundred dollar, had the two
women’s attention…and more hard stares.
“Hm…oh you
naughty, naughty boy” I said, placing my forefinger on his mouth. “Shhhh, we
don’t want people to get the wrong idea do we” I slurred, then giggled and
almost fell of my stool
“Oh no we
don’t want that” he replied with a grin and took my finger in his mouth and
started to suck on it. There was something intensely sensual about it; it gave
me a delightful tingling feeling.
“Have
another drink and then we’ll go up eh…Harry, two more please”
I tried to
protest, telling him I’d already had too much, but my protests were waived
away.
Oh god now
the room was spinning, I was beginning to loose all feeling in my legs.
I placed
the drink to my lips. “That’s the way honey, get it all down” he said as he
helped me drain the glass. The room spun more and my legs felt like jelly. I
couldn’t say or pronounce my words correct, everything was shhlurred and
incoherent. I couldn’t even keep my head up straight; it seemed to want to drop
forward all the time.
“Come on
Sandra my love time to go, I think I’ve plied you with enough drink for
tonight. I’ve got a nice big bed waiting for you upstairs in my room…would you
like to go there honey”
I put an
arm around his shoulder for support. “Oh yesh that shounds good…lesh go” I
stammered.
His arm
around my waist stopped me from collapsing on the floor.
“OK Harry
we’ll be off” he said to the barman.
Harry
smiled and winked at Stan then said “Good night Mr. Osborne, enjoy your evening”
“Oh I will
Harry…I will”
“I think
you might have a right handful there Mr. Osborne”
Stan smiled
and replied, “I certainly hope so Harry… $200 it’s costing me…good night”
The bar was
now empty, as I’d been downing my vodka’s the other patrons including the two
females had left, leaving the bar to Stan and I, which I guess was fortunate,
as they would not see this drunken woman being helped from the bar.
I took a
deep breath and tried to keep steady, but without Stan’s arm around my waist I
would have fallen over, I tried hard to
keep focused and make my legs work, which was indeed an effort.
“Oh Stan I
don’t feel too good”
“Stay with
me baby…stay with me, Stan’s gona take care of you… real good care of you”
I put my
arm around his waist and rested my head against his shoulder. “Oh Stan you’re a
real good man, you really are”
This seemed
to make him somewhat embarrassed and replied “Oh I don’t know about that, can’t
have a lady like you falling prey to anyone can I” I hugged him.
“Once I get
you on to that bed, I’ve got something that’s gona make you feel a whole heap
better you’ll see honey”
“Oh good,
because I’ve gotta tell you I don’t feel good at all” my reply
He slowly
got me down the corridor to the elevators, the floor and ceiling continually
changing places.
There was a
ping and the elevator doors slid open. A middle aged couple alighted.
“Oh hi
folks…you guys enjoying yourselves” I slurred, waving my hand and purse in a
wild arc “I’m having a great time”
“It’s OK
folks…it’s my wife and it’s our wedding anniversary… ten years, had one or two
too many” “She’ll be ok once I get her to bed” he added.
The couple
smiled knowingly and said “Congratulations”
“Thanks”
Stan replied as the doors slid shut.
Now alone
with Stan he turned his attention to me “Oh sweetheart come here gimme a kiss”
He pulled
me toward him and pressed hard against my body, his mouth and lips on my lips.
His kissing was intense and wet; his hand gripped and squeezed my breast hard,
at the same time he worked his erection against my groin area. “Oh baby…baby,
it’s gona be so good, you’ll see” he was now a man possessed.
Suddenly in
my befuddled state of mind, I realized what this was all about, what was going
to happen on that big soft bed of his, a flash back to the conversation at the
bar “I’ve got two hundred bucks for you if you’ll come up with me that’s a fair
price” Talk about naïve.
“So what
did you think was going to happen for two hundred bucks, play cards” said the
voice
I wanted to
push him away but I had no strength and I felt sick. There was another ping and
again the doors slid open.
“Come on
honey…almost there, then you can lay on that nice soft bed”
I was
trying to tell him this was all a big mistake… just a big misunderstanding, but
nothing was happening as he led me nearer to his room.
Oh god…oh
no I was saying, now almost being carried to his room
“I don’t
feel too good” I kept telling him.
“That’s OK
honey…stay with me almost there” he swiped the card-key and the light went from
red to green. He pushed the door open and guided me in.
“There it
is honey…that nice soft bed I promised you”
Oh god
no…dear god no. I thought as he helped me nearer to the bed and gently lowered
me on it. First he removed my shoes. I wanted to get up again but the room was
spinning, which way was up and which way was down.
“Almost
there sweetheart…almost there…first lets get your dress off”
I tried to
tell him no, my hands and arms just would not respond as he sat me up. He
unzipped the back of my dress
With his
arm around my back to support me, he reaches down for the hem of my dress and
starts pulling it up, slowly revealing my black stockings, white thigh and then
black knickers.
“Oh that
looks very nice Sandra…very tasty eh?”
My head is
slumped forward on my chest; I see what he is seeing. “Hey, yeah they do look
pretty good don’t they” I slur and giggle.
“Now lift
your bum up a little, don’t want to damage this nice dress of yours do we?”
Like a
child doing what her parent tells her, I didn’t argue or protest, I lift my bum
up, the dress slides under me and is now around my waist.
“There
how’s that” I ask
“That’s
just fine my dear. There we go my love…we’re getting there”
“No…no I
don’t….”
“Shhhh
don’t talk my dear…I’ve told you I’m gona take care of you…we’re gona have
fun…you do want to have fun don’t you?”
“Yes I do
want to have fun Stan I really do but I….”
He cut me
off “Well then there you go…we are gona have fun…lots of fun”
Oh god…oh
shit I thought, the room never stops spinning. I was starting to resign myself
to the fact that pretty soon I was going to be fucked
I keep
telling him I don’t feel too good. He keeps telling me it’s going to be all
right.
He pulls my
dress upward; I throw my arms are in the air as he tugs it over my head and
discards it to one side. As soon as he lets me go I slump back on the bed. “Oh
god, I don’t feel too good” I moan.
“You look
good in black Sandra…very sexy” he half pulls me up, reaches behind me and with
expert precision undoes my bra, quickly removing it and exposing my naked
breasts.
“Oh Sandra
my lovely, lovely woman, those are a great pair of tits you have there” his
hand quick to cup them, squeezing, kneading and massaging one of them.
“Hey…I do
have a great pair of tit’s don’t I” I laugh in response
I feel a thrill surge through my body as his
mouth suckles on my breast, his teeth bight gently and I feel his tongue run
along the edge of the nipple.
“Let’s move
on shall we?”
“No…no…” I
try to lift my hand in protest…but it feels like lead.
“Shhhh…
I’ve told you, you talk too much” I feel him removing my stockings, first right
leg, then left. Each time he runs his hands gently up the stocking, and for a
moment linger whilst he massages my thigh area, and then removes the stocking.
“Not only
nice tits honey but a great pair of legs” he remarked, then bent and kissed the
bare thigh, warm tongue licking warm flesh.
“Oh god
only one more article to go” I say to myself.
He takes
hold on my panties and starts tugging them down. I hear him draw in his breath
as my pussy is revealed. “Oh Sandra… that is absolutely magnificent… truly
beautiful my love” My heart is pounding; pulse racing as it hasn’t done in a
long, long time, my pussy becoming wetter by the minute. I stare at the ever
moving ever spinning ceiling as he quickly undresses and discards each item of
his own clothing. I feel the bed move and then he’s on top of me, holding me,
hand squeezing my breast and his warm wet kisses. I feel the hardness of his
manhood pressing against me
“Mmmm
Sandra now this is gona make you all better my love…you said you wanted a bit
of fun didn’t you” nuzzling up close, kissing my neck.
“Yes but…”
My resistance diminishing by the second.
“Shhhh” he
whispered and put his finger over my lips “God you do talk so woman”
I felt his
warm hard penis as he tried to force it between my legs.
“Come on
sweetheart, open up those beautiful legs of yours…let me in…after all that’s
what I’m paying you for”
Much as I
wanted to, my legs would not respond, try as I might I could not open them. He
pushed his knees between my legs and forced them apart.
“That’s the
way honey…that’s the way” his thrust was quick and decisive, within a matter of
a second or so I felt the warm head as it found my pussy entrance and then one
big thrust..
I felt the
fullness of his hard cock as he entered
“AHHHHH” I scream “Oh god Stan that hurt…that really hurt” I said and it did. He
was the first man to be inside me for over four years. Stan was well hung and I
could feel every inch of his cock going inside.
“Oh a
little pain now my love, but it will get better, you’ll see”
His hips
were swaying, his ass rising up and down, he was fucking me with deep fast
furious thrusts. “Oh yes…yes… this is good baby…this is very good” he
said as his ass repeatedly and swiftly rose and fell, every thrust driving his
hard cock deep inside me. “Oh yes baby, yes this is so good baby” he
kept telling me as he fucked, fucked and fucked. There seemed an urgency in him
as if he wanted to cum and cum quick. His face was close to mine, but I could
not properly focus on it. I felt his hot breath, smelling strongly of alcohol
against my cheek with each inward thrust. The veins on his neck stood out. “Huh…huh…huh…”
as he continued to fuck. Like a shooting star tracking across the night
sky…it’s time short lived
“Oh baby
I’m getting the feeling…I’m gona cum…I’m gona ccuuuummmm” he said the word cum long and drawn
out. I felt the stream of warm fluid as he unloaded himself inside me. I was
glad the bed had stopped bouncing up and down, but the room was still spinning
and that little voice was laughing and saying “Well you got what you wanted…how
do you feel now” I just wanted to close my eyes and go to sleep. I felt him
withdraw and roll off me. Oh good now for some sleep, but even with eyes closed
the room continued to spin and if I thought his fast and furious effort was the
end of it…I was wrong… it was just the prelude.
As he lay
there he continued to touch and feel my body, cupping and squeezing my breasts
and nipples, his hand between my legs his fingers delving inside my now very
wet fluid impregnated pussy. He kept telling me how good it had been, how
beautiful I was and could not understand why other men had not been in there.
“It’s wrong
so wrong that no man has had you for such a long time…you’re so beautiful….you
were made for the escort business”
I could
hear the words, did he really think I was a hooker. He’d offered me $200 to
come to his room, he’d just fucked me, what was he to think. I was following
the line and doing what any hooker would do, neither wonder he thought I was on
the game
I was so
befuddled, I did so want to sleep, rid myself of this spinning room. His finger
and thumb find my clit and he begins to play with it…I loved the immense
pleasure rippling through my body.
“Oh god” I
moan, I’m confused… so confused. More wet kisses on my mouth and he slides on
top of me once more. His hard erection testament to how he is feeling right
now. I can feel my legs being pushed apart, knees bent upward. I make no
protests; in fact I help him as he manipulates them into position
His hand
guides his cock between my legs, feeding it into my pussy.
I give a
satisfied sigh “Oh, oh, oh, ahhhhhhh” as it glides inside, no roughness this
time. I’m wet and ready for him. His strokes are slow and gentle, deep and
penetrating; my clit feels each thrust of his hard cock as it rubs against it.
The room
has stopped spinning…well not quite as bad. My hands clench and tear at the
bedcovers…excitement and euphoria are building inside me. His movement inside
me is slow and easy, each penetration deep.
Once again
I hear those words “Oh baby, baby that feels good…so good”
“Oh god…oh
god” I sigh, my grip on the bedcover becoming more and more intense with each
and every stoke of his cock.
“How does
that feel honey….does it feel good?” he asks.
“Well does
it…does it feel good… if it does, tell him” the voice says.
“Oh
yes…yes” I sigh. “It feels real good” and it did. The more he humped the more I
realized how much I’d been missing in my sex life
He gives a
little smile and a laugh. “See I told you I had something to help you” he said,
continuing the deep slow penetrating motion.
“Oh god…oh
god” a feeling I had not felt for many a year hits me, the orgasm rips through
to my very core “Ah…ah…. ah…ohhhhhh” as it passes through me
He smiles
again “It’s a good feeling eh?”
He stops,
removes his cock, and then straddles my body with his own chubby body, holding
his cock in his hand he shuffles upward, places his hand behind my neck and
pulls me toward his cock. “Open your mouth sweetheart…open your mouth”
“Oh no I
couldn’t I just could…..mmmm” forcing his cock into my mouth.
I take hold
of the hard shaft, my mouth now working and sucking on the hard erection. I can
taste my own juice mingled with his.
“Oh that’s
good…that’s good…keep sucking baby…keep sucking”
Hand
masturbating, mouth sucking, I continue to work on him. My tongue can feel
every vein, every contour and taste a tiny drop of pre cum. The room has
stopped spinning, but my mouth and jaw is beginning to ache, just when I think
I can suck no more he removes it.
“Come on
honey, over, over on your stomach” the room may have stopped spinning but I
still feel somewhat groggy, he helps me to turn over. The movement makes my head
spin, he’s prizing my legs apart, hot hands on my hips as he pulls my ass up
and into position. My head now buried in the pillow.
“Oh god…oh
my god” I sigh and again feel his cock make entry and the full weight of his
body on my back and his hot breath breathing against my neck. Hump…hump…hump.
His ass moving up and down, pile driving his cock inside me. Fuck…fuck…fuck.
The bed shudders and squeaks beneath us…slap…slap…slap as flesh contact
flesh…hands on my breasts… squeezing them hard, as his passion rises. The
closer he comes to climax, the faster his motions and the harder he squeezes my
breasts. Huh…huh…huh shots of hot breath on my neck.
“I’m gona
cum Sandra…I’m gona cum” he tells me.
“Yes…yes
here we goooooooo” he says as he reaches climax, I feel another discharge of
warm white fluid being injected inside me. He remains on top of me for a moment
or two longer, then removes himself and rolls on to his back. As he lies there
his hot sweaty hand grips my buttock, squeezing it first then giving a friendly
pat.
“God that
was great Sandra…just great”
With effort
I roll over and lie beside him, his hand seeks mine holding and squeezing it
and saying “Thanks Sandra…I’ve had a really great night”
I’m not
sure if he wants a reply to his remark.
“So tell me
you didn’t enjoy it” says the voice, I need to sleep, my head hurts I’m still
rather woozy and I’m confused. I’ll know better in the morning.
**********
Suddenly
I’m awake and I feel hot breath on my neck and ear, a finger is delving inside
my pussy, working in and out, I’m being finger fucked, the fog in my mind
clears…I remember now, everything that happened…oh god. I’d got drunk, very
drunk and finished up in bed with this guy next to me
For a
moment I stare at the ceiling, it’s no longer moving, but shit my head hurts
and I feel a little sick, I’m filled with remorse and regret. I need time to
think,
A voice
murmurs “Oh god Sandra…I need you, I need you real bad” It was Stan, the guy
from the bar. “See, feel it” he said taking my hand and placing it on his hard
erection, then closed my fingers around the shaft and started to pump it up and
down. Once I’d started to masturbate him he pushed his own finger back inside
my pussy and resumed finger fucking., and for a moment or two we lay there masturbating
and stimulating each other. It didn’t take long before he slid his body on top
of mine, and then kneeing my legs apart; thrusting his newly acquired erection
inside me.
I gave no
resistance, I just lay there as his ass pumped up and down. I just couldn’t get
excited at what we were doing…I wanted him to cum and then I could go home.
He kept
telling me how good it was…the kisses…yes I remember those wet kisses. He
continued to fuck…fuck…fuck. Now I could see his face quite clearly…no blurred
vision anymore, he was looking into my eyes and was smiling…it was a warm
genuine smile. “Have you enjoyed it…have you had fun” he asked
I gave an
un-enthusiastic wan smile and told him that I had. I placed my arms around his
girth and feigned an enthusiastic hug. “Mmmmm that feels so good” I lied as he
humped up and down.
“I told you
didn’t I, I had something to make you feel good?”
“Yes you
did Stan…you were right” The thing was, try as I might, I couldn’t recapture
that moment I had earlier in the night.
Stan’s
humping stopped; he pushed and thrust his cock inside me one last time. For a
third occasion Stan found relief.
I held and
gripped his buttocks and pulled him in, at the same time raising my hips and
pushing onto the hard shaft.
“Oh Stan
that was marvelous” I said. With lack of enthusiasm
“Mmmm I’m
glad you enjoyed it… I guess it must have been a long time since you’ve had
any?”
“Yes…yes it
has been, but you’ve made up for it tonight” my response flat.
I looked at
the clock; the digits told me it was three thirty in the morning.
“I’ve got
to go Stan…sorry love”
He didn’t
argue or try to persuade me to stay. I think he was rather relieved I was
going, he’d had his fill for one night, now was a good time for me to be going,
there would be no one to see me departing and for him normal service could be
resumed.
For the
first time I saw his naked body, well at least I was capable of seeing it now
that the drunken haze had gone. He needed to go for a pee, he looked bigger
around the middle than when he was dressed, quite a rotund belly. I watched his
naked bum as he walked toward the toilet. There was a splashing sound as he
peed into the bowl.
“You know
something Sandra…I’ve really enjoyed myself tonight…you’re good…real good, we
should do it again sometime…what do you think?”
“Yes…yes we
must” I replied without enthusiasm as I searched to retrieve my own clothes
from the accumulation of clothing on the floor.
“Do you
just work from home…I’ll give you a call next time I’m in town eh?”
“Yes…yes
I’d like that” flat and unemotional as I pulled up the first stocking. Anyway
he didn’t have my number and if he asked I could give him a false one.
“Hey I’ve
got an even better idea…the local area manager could join us…a threesome…even
more fun…what do you think…of course we’d expect to pay extra, it’s only fair?”
“Hey yeah
that sounds like a lot of fun to me…we should do it” flatly as I pull up my
second stocking and look for my panties. I hear the toilet flush as I pull my
knickers up and search for my bra.
He’s
standing in the doorway a towel draped around his middle, staring at my half
naked body
“Humph… you
look great my love… I hate to be crude but I’ve gotta say you’re a great fuck”
“Oh do you
think so…well that’s nice to know” my voice still without emotion…I just want
to go…get away from here. I find my dress, which was now inside out. I right it
and pull it over my head and shrug into it.
“Here let
me zip you up” he says. I turn my back to him and zips me up. Putting his arms
around my waist pulls tight and kisses my neck; his hands start to massage my
breasts. I can tell he’s getting aroused again.
“Stay
Sandra…stay, in a little while I’ll be all hard again and we can continue
fucking…you’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“Sure Stan
sure…I would but I think it best I leave now…give me a call eh?”
“I’ll do
that sweetheart but I haven’t….”
Before he
could finish I said, “Got to take a pee Stan” I knew he was going to ask for my
phone number.
As I sat on
the pot I thought, well at least he hasn’t given me any money, so I and no one
else could lay claim that I was a prostitute… I didn’t want his money. It was
just a night that I had let get out of control. I flushed and went to join him.
“There you
go my love, shoes, shawl and purse” he said, handing me the items.
I slipped
on the shoes, wrapped the shawl around my shoulders and made for the door,
closely followed by Stan.
He put his
arms around me, started to kiss, I draped my arms around his neck and let him
continue to kiss me for a moment or two.
I forced a
nice warm smile for him and said “Thanks Stan I had a real good time… don’t
forget to give me a call…do you hear”
He smiled
back and said “Oh I’ll do that all right my love… you can count on it”
As I made
for the elevators I wondered why he had not asked for my number…perhaps he had
no intention of calling me back…I was a one night stand for him, which suited
me.
I felt
somewhat unsteady on my feet and my head still hurt, but the night air felt
good as I stepped outside… I took in two full breaths, then made toward the
taxi standing in the rank. The driver was half asleep as I wrapped on his
window; he shook himself awake.
“Oh where
to madam?” he asked. He was Middle Eastern or of that decent, which most
drivers are these days. I told him where and got into the back seat. I could
see he was casting his eyes over me in the rear vision mirror.
“Busy
night?” he asked
“Could say
that…I’ve been visiting friends…probably drank a little too much” I replied
“Oh I see”
but I doubt if he believed me. I mean who leaves friends at four in the morning
looking like this…to him I was just another whore who had just left a client.
“How much
is that?” I asked when we pulled to a stop at my house.
He looked
at the meter then said “Twenty five dollars please”
I took my
purse and opened it. My jaw dropped open and my eyes almost popped out, there
tucked inside were four fifty-dollar notes along with his business card.
“What’s
wrong madam…you’re client robbed you…I can always take it out in kind if you can’t
pay…you wouldn’t be the first”
“No…no not
that” I said irritably.
“What don’t
tell me he paid you too much…hell you must be good”
“No, I keep
telling you I’m not on the game”
“No of
course not” his reply, still not believing me.
“Here take
thirty and keep the change” I said getting from the cab
I was
vaguely aware of his thanks as I closed the door and he drove away. As I walked
up the drive I took another look in my purse and sure enough, there were the
four fifty dollar notes and his business card. God and here I was telling the
driver I wasn’t a prostitute. If I wasn’t, how do I explain this. I always
understood that money for sex was prostitution, that’s how any court would see
it and that’s what I’d done, had sex for money. Not only that, I was certain
one of my own cards with my name and phone numbers on had gone. Then I realized
Stan must have done all this when I was taking a pee, that’s why he did not
press me for my phone number, he already had it…the sly bastard.
The first
few days after the event were the worst. I left the money on my desk, unused. I
thought it was a way of not accepting it and if I hadn’t accepted it, then I
had not prostituted myself…but what do I do with it…give it back, unwind the
clock, undo it all. If I left it there forever it wasn’t going to make things
all right again. Well only two people knew what had happened that night…Stan
and myself…oh and a taxi driver who suspected I was on the game.
As the days
passed, the bad memories began to fade.
“It wasn’t
all bad was it Sandra?” said the little voice”
“Some of it
was quite good…if I recall” it continued.
“If you
hadn’t been quite so drunk you might have enjoyed it…would you have opened your
legs for him without the drink?”
“Shut
up…shut up…I don’t know” I screamed back.
Soon I was
thinking about another night out…what did he say, he’d be back in another six
weeks, it was now almost six weeks and what else…the area manager could join
us. Oh god a threesome…but the idea had me excited. No drink this time Sandra…you
go in with your eyes wide open.
“Ho seems
to me you’ve already made your mind up…why don’t you give him a call”
“All right
clever clogs I will…I’ll show you”
I sat at my
desk, pulled out his card. The four fifty-dollar notes were still there,
untouched.
“I’m not a
prostitute…I’m not a prostitute…I’m not a prostitute” I kept saying as I looked
at the money.
“Yes you
are…yes you are…yes you are” said the voice, followed by “Now make that call to
you’re client”
My hand
trembled as I punched out the digits, one by one until I came to the last
digit, my finger hovering above it.
“Go on…go
on, you know you want to…so do it” it said.
“Shut
up…leave me alone” I shouted, then slammed the phone down “Later I’ll do it
later”
The voice
was laughing “Yeah of course…sure you will honey…sure you will”
I tried
three more times over the next three days, but each time I got to the last
digit my finger froze, I replaced the phone and said later…I’ll do it later and
each time the voice just laughed at me..
On the fifth
day the phone rang, I picked it up “Hello”
“Hello is
that Sandra” came the reply, my heart and pulse rate just soared, I recognized
the voice.
“Yes…yes it
is”
“Oh hi
Sandra…it’s Stan…Stan Osborne…I don’t know if you remember me…we…”
“Oh
Stan…yes…yes I remember you” I said trying to keep the excitement out of my
voice.
“I said I’d
give you a call next time I was in town…I was just wondering if you were up for
it tonight?”
“Yes…yes I
am” I replied, a little to hastily. Slow down Sandra…slow down…don’t sound so
eager, said the voice.
I took two
deep breaths.
“Well how
about eight at the bar…will that suit”
“Er,
yes…yes that will be fine” I replied now trying to be as casual as I could.
“Oh great,
eight it is then”
“Right I’ll
see you there then”
I was about
to hang up.
“Oh er
Sandra…um will it be OK if I invite the area manager along?”
I hesitate
for a moment…oh god should I…shit I don’t know.
“Go on you
know you want to…tell him you silly bitch… say yes” the voice
“Hello
Sandra…you still there…I can tell him no if it makes you uncomfortable”
“It’ll be
fine Stan…invite him along…and this time I’ll get a taxi to deliver me”
“Ha…sounds
like a good idea…will two hundred dollars cover the fare”
“Yes I’m
sure that will more than cover it Stan…see you tonight” then I hung up.
“Ha…Sandra’s
a little whore…Sandra’s a little whore” the voice was singing.
“Shut up
let me think” my head in hands. Oh god…oh my god…I’d gone and done it, I’ve
really gone and done it.
“Well what
else have you done with you’re miserable life in the last six weeks” voice.
“Well I….”
Nothing I guess” my reply as I sat and thought about it.
“So…
tonight’s gona be different right?” voice
“Yes,
right, it is going to be different” then panic, hair, dress, underwear. Well
dress and underwear were ok…all cleaned and pressed from last time and never
been worn since. I take a look at my hair in mirror…oh god what a mess.
I phone
Eileen at Head and Shoulders, tell her it’s an emergency and yes she can fit me
in…oh thank god. It’s a panic day. My mind is continually on tonight… I want to
look my best. It’s not one guy I have a date with it’s two. Now I’m trying to
visualize what the other guy looks like, before I know it, it’s almost time to
go. I’ve done all a girl can do… long soak in the perfumed bath water, clean
underwear, dress just right and hair perfect, courtesy Eileen…god she’s a
miracle worker that girl. The doorbell rings…it’s my taxi.
Imagine my
shock when I see it’s the same driver that dropped me off a few weeks ago.
“Thought I
recognized the address” he said with a smirk on his face. “Same hotel as
well…do you meet all your clients there” still sneering.
“Look I
keep telling you it’s not what you think…they’re just good friends of
mine…that’s all”
A snicker
and a smirk “Yeah don’t they all say that… any how it’s none of my business if
you’re an escort…I just drive”
“That’s
right it isn’t any of your business” I say, he shrugs, turns and I follow him.
My surprise is that he opens the door for me, and then I realize it’s to get a
better look at my legs and knickers as I get in.
“Nice…very
nice…you’ve got nice legs” he comments and that smirk still on his face as I
try to pull the hem of my dress down…I should have bought the longer hem.
I feel his
eyes looking at me through his rear view mirror, why do I get the feeling I’m
naked.
“You’re a
good looking women you know”
“Thanks” I
reply passively and look out of the window at the passing traffic and
buildings.
“I bet
you’re pretty good at what you do eh?”
No comment,
what’s the point.
“You got
and agent”
“What?” I
ask
“An agent…
pimp”
“No I don’t
have an agent or pimp thank you, I don’t need one”
“All you
women need a pimp honey…keep you safe”
“Look I
don’t need a pimp because I’m not on the game…how many times have I got to tell
you” now getting a little mad at him.
“Think you
can do it all by yourself eh?”
I ignore
him.
“Got a good
contact, he’s in the business, always on the look out for new talent…he owns a
few girls…does quite well…in fact he does very well…he could look after you,
make sure you don’t come to no harm…you get my drift…I’ll give him a call eh?”
his eyes continuing to watch me in the mirror.
What’s the
use, he’s never going to believe me. “Yeah you do that” I say casually hoping
it’s going to keep him quiet. I give up and just stare out the window saying
nothing. What he is saying disturbs me, is there a veiled threat in there. If I
don’t take on a pimp something bad is going to happen to me, but why should I
need a pimp, why can’t I get him and all the others to believe I’m not a
hooker. I’m just a female trying to make up for lost time. As he continues to
drive, my mind drifts and fantasy’s a little…the very thought of me being an
escort, I mean at my age…it’s just ridiculous…isn’t it? I smile at the thought
of it. At long last the hotel comes into sight.
“Here we
are honey” he says as he pulls up outside, and rushes round to open the door,
taking one more look at my legs and knickers. “Here’s my card, I’m on duty all
night so when you’re finished your business, make sure you give me a call…get
you home safe…I’m sure my contact will be most anxious to have a…um…little talk
with you…know what I mean?” his look is mean and threatening, I look at his
card and see his name is Asad.
He continues
to give me that threatening look. “You will call me won’t you honey?”
“Yes…yes I
will” I tell him.
“I do hope
so… you’re a good looking woman…don’t want anything to spoil those good looks”
a wicked smile on his face.
As I walk
toward the entrance, the doors glide open, Turning back I see Asad casually
leaning against the car, one leg crossed over the other, he’s watching me, he
takes a drag on his cigarette, smiles and waves.
Memories of
six weeks ago come flooding back as I make my way to the bar. I recognize
Stan…the other guy with him must be the area manager, a little taller, but
other than that of similar build, well perhaps a little more rotund around the
middle. No to be quite honest he was fat. This time there are three women at
the bar and many more patrons, mostly men.
The women
give me a cold unwelcoming look. There is some quiet conversation between them,
one takes out her cell phone and walks a short distance from the group, dials a
number, brushes her hair to one side and puts the phone to her ear. There’s
some conversation, the woman looks in my direction…more chatter, nods and then
closes the phone…when she rejoins the group, some more talk, all three look in
my direction and then pay no more attention to me. Their actions have me somewhat
concerned.
“Ah there
you are my dear” Stan introduces me to Eric… Eric Stanwood.
“My she’s
even better than you described Stan…pleased to meet you Sandra”
The
introductions over Stan signals Harry the barman.
“Two bourbons Harry and a vodka and orange” then
turns to me
I interrupt
Harry and ask for a wine instead.
“I was just
saying to Eric, we should have these drinks then go straight up to my room…is
that all right with you Sandra?”
I take a
moment then say, “Yes…yes that will be just fine”
The drinks
duly arrive and I sip the wine.
Stan is
keen to tell Eric all about me and how good his last visit had been.
“I just
could not get you out of my mind Sandra…I’ve really looked forward to tonight”
I blush a
little and give him a smile.
“How long
have you been dong this” asks Eric
I give a
sideways glance and ask “Doing what?”
Eric looks
a little uncomfortable; give a nervous smile “Well… you … know, the escort
business…you work independent or for an agency?”
My
attention turns to the women who suddenly seem to have taken an intense
interest in our conversation.
“Look Eric
I don’t know what Stan has told you but I’m not a hooker…right”
“Oh sorry
no I didn’t mean or say you were…I mean I know escorts are a different
breed…not hookers that is” he was starting to stammer and fluster.
God this
could go on all night and I wouldn’t get anywhere. I kept glancing at the
women. I could feel their cold hostile eyes on me.
“You’re ok
with two hundred dollars each Sandra…same as last time?”
“Look I’ve
been meaning to have a chat with you about that…it’s not….”
Before I
could finish my sentence, Stan broke in.
“Look let’s
not haggle about the money down here…we’ll discuss it up in my room eh?”
Some of the
near by patrons, especially the women heard the conversation to that point… I
could see by the expressions on their faces what they thought I was. I wanted
to explain there and then, let them all know I wasn’t a hooker or prostitute
but Stan was already rushing me from the bar, his arm protectively around my
waist.
******************
One of the women at the bar, the one that
went by the name of Linda took her cell phone and again dialed in the digits
and waited for a reply.
“Yes
boss…definitely on the game…one of us, heard them discussing money, trying very
hard to deny she’s a hooker…but we all agree she is, just left to go upstairs
with a couple of guys, one must be a regular, she went with him the last time
he stopped here”
Her boss
replies.
“Yes I’ll
keep an eye on her…but I definitely think you should do something about her,
she’s cutting in to the business”
There was
further talk then Linda smiled and closed up her phone.
*******************
Stan had
his arm around my waist, holding me tight and close, like I was some treasured
possession and making sure I wouldn’t take off. In his free hand he carried a
bottle of bourbon, his mouth and lips kissing my neck and cheek as we walked.
Eric was close by carrying a bottle of chilled wine. I knew that we were not
going to Stan’s room for just a cozy drink and a chat.
Four people
alighted from the lift bidding us a cheery hello before we entered. There was
just the three of us.
“Look I
want to get this money thing settled once and for all…I’m not….”
“Yeah Eric
and I agree…we got $500 for the two of us…that’s gotta be a fair price ain’t
it?”
Oh god how
do I tell them…how do I get it into their thick heads. “That’s just it I want
to say…. I’m not….”
Before I
could finish I was hushed up once again.
“$600 then,
surely that has to be a good price Sandra?”
Hell I
wasn’t getting anywhere with them, the more I wanted to protest the higher the
price. It would seem no one wanted to listen to me or believe me, what was the
use. I said nothing.
“Well?”
Stan said with a question look.
“Yeah…yeah
that’s fine” I replied, at least it would shut them up. Here I was trying to
give them a good night out and free. They on the other hand were determined to
pay me for it. The elevator stopped and the doors swished open. Stan led us to
the same room we had used the last time he was here.
“Here we
are honey…home sweet home” he said as he swiped the card for the lock. This
time I was able to stand and walk unassisted.
The memory
of that night came flooding back. From what I can remember the room looked the same
and there was that big soft bed he had promised me.
With one
hand on my bum and the other holding the bottle of bourbon he ushered me toward
one of the chairs.
“Have a
seat my beauty, we’ll open the bottles have a drink and then get on with the
fun part eh?” a huge grin on his face
We were
entering that awkward part…the part where we all knew why we were here…but what
was the best way to proceed next.
Eric and
Stan removed their jackets and undid the top buttons of their shirts as well as
kicking off their shoes. Eric took the bourbon and ice that Stan handed him and
layback in the other chair, his eyes on me, quietly sipping his drink. I’d
accepted a wine, crossed my legs and lay back in my chair. It was my crossed
legs that had Eric’s attention. I smiled inwardly knowing that I would be
displaying some thigh for them to see, get them excited.
My mind
raced, thoughts flashing. God maybe I should take up being an escort, here I
was with two guys who were prepared to pay me $600 to have sex with them. It
hadn’t been that hard to get a guy, all I had to do was visit the bar, pick up
a guy, give him a price if he asked and I got laid and paid…how much easier
could it be. I could advertise my services on the web…I know others did and
after all I had no one to be accountable to these days, I lived a rather
mundane life with no one else at home, my friends were now all set in their
dreary little ways…I reckoned I’d make a good escort. Sure Stan and Eric
weren’t the young fit stags of a woman’s dreams, but what the heck, most of the
escorts would have clients like these two.
Then Stan
shattered my thoughts.
“Sorry what
was that Stan?”
“I said a
penny for you’re thoughts, you seemed quite lost to us there”
“Oh
no…nothing…I was just thinking if family and friends could see me now”
“Wouldn’t
approve eh?”
“No…not by
a long way” I replied
By the time
we’d had our second drinks we were getting in the mood. I was starting to feel
a little lightheaded and I certainly didn’t want to get into the same state as
last time. I was with two guys and I wanted to enjoy them and suddenly the $600
didn’t bother me…if they still offered it to me after I would accept it. I was
about to launch my new career.
“Come let
the games begin” said Stan, holding out his hands for me. “Eric is so keen to
get his dick inside you” he said.
“Oh and
you’re not? I replied nodding at the bulge in his trousers.
“Oh you
noticed that?” he replied with a broad grin, and then proceeded to pull me out
of the chair.
“Turn
around I’ll unzip the back of your dress”
I obliged
and I heard the zip as he pulled it down, then he quickly gathered up the hem
and pulled it up and over my head carefully placing it over the back of the
chair.
If Eric
wanted to put his dick inside before he had more reason and urgency now. I
slowly turned toward him. His eyes were like organ stops, his jaw hung open as
he gaped at my bare flesh and underwear; his excitement was obvious by the
bulge in his trousers. Eventually all he could gasp was “God almighty”
Stan seemed
please with himself, I was his prized possession as he showed me off to his
area supervisor.
“Told you
she was great didn’t I”
“Yeah but
she’s even better than you described Stan”
“Hey you
guy’s I’m in the room with you am I not” It felt like I was an auction piece
they were talking about.
“Sorry
honey come here” he put his arms around my waist, drew me to him and reminded
me of his wet kisses, his hands slipping to my ass.
“Mmmmm
nice…now I’m really hard honey”
A remark he
had no need to make I could feel it pressing against me.
With that
expert flick, he had my bra undone, removed and quickly discarded it. He
stepped to one side so Eric could see my bare breasts.
“What do
you think about those tits Eric are they not the best set of tits you’ve seen
in a long time” cupping one of them and displaying it for Eric to see and then
holding me around the waist he grabbed one of my breasts and started to squeeze
it
“They feel
bloody good as well” his comment before taking it in his mouth and suckling breast
and nipple.
“Come on
old son…. get you’re hand on one…don’t just sit there”
This remark
sparked Eric into action. He made the short distance between us, his shirt
unbuttoned all the way down, his fat belly hanging over his belted trousers, he
was grinning and eager to get his hands on me, the bulge in his crotch evidence
to his lustful feelings.
I grimaced
as his hot clammy hand grabbed my other breast, roughly squeezing it. I was the
meat in their sandwich as they took pleasure in playing with my breasts.
“Go on
lad…suck on it…like you did on your mothers tits”
His hot
eager mouth was at my breast, teeth biting at my nipple, suckling like he was a
child again.
“That’s the
way…go on go” said Stan laughing.
“Here…here
watch this Eric” Stan’s hand slid down between my panties, finding my slit he
pushed his fingers inside. I closed my eyes as a delightful shudder ran through
my body.
“She likes
that Eric…oh she does like that” as his fingers became more aggressive and
delved deeper.
“Go on
Eric…feel it…feel it…then tell me if it’s not the best cunt you’ve ever felt?”
A brief
pause, then instead of Stan’s fingers it was Eric’s fingers exploring, poking
and prodding.
“Oh god
Stan…she’s, she’s… so wet”
“That’s
cause she likes it Eric…she’s ripe and ready for us Eric…she’s ready to be
fucked…but not yet”
Stan slid
down on his knees in front of me, and proceeded to slowly pull my knickers
down. With his hands on my thighs he indicated I open my legs a little. First
he poked his finger inside my pussy, I could hear the squelch it made as he
worked in around, then his mouth was there, his tongue licking and delving,
searching for my clit. Oh god I thought my legs would buckle, I was feeling
weak. I had my hands firmly holding Stan’s head in place…he could do this
forever as far as I was concerned.
Eric could
just stand there and watch, his hand was on my breast, squeezing it hard as he
watched Stan’s mouth eat at my pussy. The sounds of ecstasy coming from both of
us, moans and groans that only pleasurable sex can give.
“Here
Eric…get you’re mouth in there my friend…get a taste of that honey…there’s
nothing quite like it…best honey in the world”
So Eric did
just that, there was no need for him to be asked a second time, within a second
or two he was eagerly chomping at my pussy.
As Eric was
busily eating me, Stan started to undress, until I was looking at the same
naked body I had viewed those weeks before, still tubby and hairy, with a mass
of pubic hair and a large tree trunk growing out of the bush.
As he
watched Eric in his eagerness, he smiled at me, his hand on his hard erection,
pumping it even harder.
“Ok
Eric…that’s enough for now…you can feed again later after we’ve fucked her”
Eric took a
step back; Stan sat on the bed, legs slightly apart. “Ok sweetheart…time to
start sucking” he said, nodding down at his hard cock.
I could
taste his saltiness as my mouth closed around the hard erection, my hand
working up and down while simultaneously sucking on it.
“Oh fuck…oh
god” he moaned, supporting himself with arms stretched behind him. Eyes now
closed as he wallowed in the euphoric feeling.
My head
bobbed back and forth. “Mmmm…mmmm…mmmm” the only sound I made as I sucked in
unison with my jerking hand.
“Oh baby
that’s good…that is soooo good,” said Stan, now one hand holding the back of my
head and watching my mouth sucking his cock.
Eric wasn’t
going to be left out, he too wanted to be part of the action and as he watched
me sucking Stan’s cock he was stripping of his gear. From the corner of my eye
I watched him as he quickly discarded each piece of clothing. He was
considerably fatter than Stan, fat that only came with over indulgence and a
complete lack of exercise…he was fat and flabby, his clothing had hidden all
that…now that he was naked it was not a pretty sight, his boxer shorts stuck
out in front, like a tent and a tent pole…it was obvious no matter what else
there was nothing wrong with the size of his cock. When he removed his shorts I
was even more impressed with it…my only prayer was that Stan fucked me first.
Unlike Stan his body was smooth and almost hairless, skin soft and pink, like a
boiled lobster, he was almost like a Sumo wrestler…not quite as big as them,
but heading toward it.
“My
balls…suck and lick my balls…I love having them sucked”
My
attention shifted to his balls as I gently took one and popped it into my
mouth, carefully sucking it, like a ripe plumb.
When Stan
had had his fill he asked me to perform the same service for Eric. It took me a
moment or two before I opened my mouth to gorge upon Eric’s “rather large”
erection. First, my jaw still ached from sucking Stan; I wanted to gaze upon
Eric’s “rather large” cock. It truly was a thing of beauty. I’m no expert in
estimating size but I would think it no less than eight inches in length, cut,
forming a nice corona around the top, it looked like some streamline torpedo. I
gently ran my fingers over the surface, like it was some fragile piece of
sculpture, my pulse rate moved up a notch or two…I was filled with excitement…this
was what it was all about. My thoughts were on being an escort, could it be
this easy? The idea was growing on me. This was the way to meet men…have sex
and the bonus was getting paid for it. My mouth closed around that beautiful
piece of sculpture and I sucked like I’d never sucked before. Eric moaned,
leaned forward took my tits in his hand and fondled them as I sucked his cock.
I was glad
when they called time; my jaw was now really aching. Sucking cock can do that.
Stan bid me
lie on my back on the bed, then taking both ankles hoisted them high in the
air, my legs forming a large V, holding on to one of my ankles with one hand,
he used his other to pump his cock up nice and hard again, then stepping
forward and my legs now being supported against his shoulders he proceeded to
thrust inside me. I felt it’s fullness open up my pussy “Ohhh god Stan” I
moaned softly. He just smiled at me his hips swaying, his cock thrusting.
The
overweight Eric waddled over toward us, his cock pointing to the ceiling,
scything the air as he walked. The bed sagged as he knelt close to my head.
Cock in hand he rubbed it over my mouth… “Suck me woman…suck me”. He said, more
demanding than a request
I turned my
head toward him and no sooner had I opened my mouth than he was thrusting his
cock into it. My hand took over from his hand as I both sucked and jerked his
monster. With my mouth full of cock and my pussy full of cock, life right then
was pretty good. Trying to keep the hard shaft in my mouth was proving rather difficult,
Stan’s thrusting momentarily pushing my mouth sideways as he pushed inwards, my
ample tits also swinging with the motion.
“Here…you
take a turn” said Stan to Eric, pulling out and letting my legs drop over the
side of the bed.
“On you’re
belly lass” said Eric.
I quickly
flipped over on to my stomach. The bed shook as they changed places. Stan now
where Eric had been and Eric taking up position behind me. I supported myself
on my elbows. There was two hard slaps on my ass in quick succession. “Ass up a
little lass…. and spread them legs a little bit more” he said as he thumped
down in a kneeling position behind me
Stan
shuffled on the bed, spreading his legs and placing his cock close to my mouth.
Eric’s hot hands were on my ass, as he carefully aimed his hard cock toward my
pussy. As my mouth closed around Stan’s cock…Eric’s cock was entering my pussy,
his fat belly resting on my ass, his hips swaying, cock thrusting. There was a
salty mixture of my body fluid and Stan’s pre cum in my mouth as I sucked upon
it. The full weight of Eric’s body bore down on me as he leaned forward,
placing his hands on my breasts as he fucked, squeezing the now firm flesh. I
was all pumped up by this action and wanting more. Eric had a fine piece of
sculpture and knew how to use it, as he thrust, twisted and reamed my pussy.
Sucking cock and being fucked at the same time has a tendency to do that. What
I needed was a prolonged session and I was getting it, my cunt was really wet.
I could hear the squelching sound it made from Eric’s continued thrust, rubbing
against my clit as it was doing, the inevitable was about to happen…and it did.
When the orgasm hit me I wanted to scream aloud, but knew to do so, the
next-door neighbours would hear it. Using Stan’s cock as a gag, I then grasped
at the bedcover, hands and fingers clawing and screamed inwardly. It was like a
giant tsunami as it hit me, then slowly diminished…the fucking continued, as
did the slurping.
I thought
to myself if only this could last all night, but of course it couldn’t. Eric
gave me one last thrust, pushing his cock as far as it could go, his body
pressed close to my ass, his balls contracted as he began to cum. I felt the
flow of his fluid inside me…for the time being he was satisfied.
“How was it
Eric…good as I said it would be?” Stan asked as he moved round to replace Eric
and to enter where he’d just been.
“God it was
fantastic” he replied as he stumbled backwards slumping in the chair exhausted.
“It’s such a long time since I’ve had a fuck like that” he added, panting
heavily from his efforts.
“Can I pick
em…or can I pick em? Said Stan boastfully, as he pushed inside me.
“Now my
love how about I put a little more cum inside that sweet cunt of yours?” he
said, hips quickly swaying back and forth.
His weight
bore down upon me, but he wasn’t as heavy as Eric and then burying his face in
my hair and kissing the back of my neck, his hands slid to my tits, squeezing
and massaging them.
“Oh my god
I have such a big load to give you” he murmured in my ear.
“Huh….
huh…huh!” with every thrust, giving bursts of hot breath on my neck.
Fuck…fuck…fuck and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh with each thrust.
Slap, slap,
slap, full deep penetrating strokes, each stoke all the way up to his balls,
big balls that hung beneath the hard shaft…balls that contained a copious
amount of sperm, sperm he would soon release. It took him another five minutes
of humping then I felt his warm cum as he made that final thrust filling my
very core with it. The shout, gasp and moan that accompanied it. There were
three deep final thrusts, along with three squirts of cum, at the same time
those big balls contracted as they willingly released his semen.
Stan, like
Eric before him, crashed back in the opposite chair, legs and arms splayed,
head back in surrender and satisfaction, his now soft pink fleshy cock drooping
between his legs. Eric was not to be outdone, as he’d watched the action, he’d
continued to fondle himself, now his cock was no longer soft, but quickly becoming
hard again, the more he jerked it, the harder it was getting…and now he had it
as big as he could get it…time to put it to use…time for another fuck. Like a
great Sumo wrestler he strode toward the bed and me.
Relief from
the onslaught was brief, no sooner had I sank into the mattress, arms and legs
spread wide, exhausted, than my ass was being pulled up again, placed in
position and Eric’s rejuvenated hard cock was being thrust inside my already
wet and plundered pussy…I’d had dreams and fantasies like this for years and
now all those dreams and fantasies were coming true.
Eric’s
great weight once more bore down on me; his fat belly spreading out like a
giant jelly and pushing me deep into the soft mattress.
“Uh…uh…uh”
My head buried in the pillow, my hands gripping the edges, twenty odd stone is
quite a weight to have on top of you, especially when there is an eight-inch
cock attached to it and pile driving inside you. The mattress also had to be
soft and durable as the bed bounced up and down each time he thrust into me,
thank god it didn’t squeak.
Like most
men he had a fascination with my tits, squeezing and playing with the nipples
as he humped away.
I felt the
sudden burst of warm fluid as he ejaculated, more cum to add to the loads
already there. As he withdrew I felt it start to trickle out, down my thighs
and no doubt finishing of the bed sheets. I wondered how many of the room staff
checked them in the morning to see who has been doing what.
By early
morning they had run out of steam and cum, most of it running down my thighs
and leg. Thank god for showers, which I took full advantage of, cleaning myself
up before I left. When the offered me the $600 I did not refuse it, now more
than ever I knew where my future lay…this escort business seemed like fun and
fun was something I had not had in many a long year.
I said my
fond farewells to the boys, knowing at least I had two regular clients to start
with…now all I had to do was build a good client base.
The money
for my services was safely tucked in my purse. I smiled a self-satisfied smile.
$600, Hmmm, I liked that. I was starting to like this escort business. I
stopped in front of a mirror that hung from the hallway wall, double-checking
that all looked in order. Some fresh make up on the face works wonders.
Replacing my earrings, turning my head from side to side, making sure they
looked just right. There, looking quite presentable again. I’d phoned Asad and
he promised to be down stairs waiting for me. I’d given him twenty minutes,
ample time for him to be there.
I stepped
out into the morning chill and started to walk toward the yellow taxi, as I did
so a black stretch limo pulled up behind it. The driver and another guy got out
and walked toward me. I froze, wondering what this was all about, dressed in
dark suits they looked like some sort of agents. Were they going to arrest me?
I thought about the money in my purse… how would I explain that…oh god… maybe
this escort business wasn’t such a good idea after all
“Just a
moment…over here if you please…. the boss wants a word with you”
Their
demeanor and the way they talked to me told me they weren’t any sorts of agents
and the word boss could only mean they were some kind of bodyguards.
The driver
opened the back door for me, the other guy stood to the side.
“Get in
lady…the boss wants to talk to you”
“Who are
you…what do you want?” I asked with trembling voice and quickly weakening legs.
“It’s all
right Sandra, I only want to chat with you…ten minutes of your time, and then
you can go…it is Sandra is it not?”
Who ever he
was knew my name. Reluctantly I got in beside the guy. The door closed behind
me.
He was
around age sixty, olive skinned, well-trimmed short beard and mustache. He was
dressed in a well-tailored dark suit, white open neck shirt and rings on almost
every finger. He held an unlit cigar between the fingers of his right hand.
“Oh
Sandra…. Sandra…Sandra, what are we going to do with you?” he asked, placing
his left hand on my thigh. I put a hand on his hand, tried to remove it but it
remained firmly attached in place.
“What…what
do you want?” I stammered nervously.
“I’ve told
you just a little talk…unless you want something else to happen” he said with a
smile.
I decided
not to answer.
Then, “I
don’t know who you are…I’ve done nothing wrong”
He twirled
the cigar in his fingers…looking at it thoughtfully. “Oh but you have my
dear…yes you have”
Again I
told him I’d done nothing wrong.
“Well let
me remind you…If I happened to mention the bar and the men you pick up there…does
that ring any bells?” he asked
“Friends…I
meet a friend there that’s all”
“And then
proceed to his room where you have sex and he pays you some money as a reward
later…you mean that kind of friend?”
“No just a
friend…friend…yes we have sex…but…” I stopped myself.
“So you
pick this guy up in a bar, a guy you’ve never met before, go to his room and
have sex with him and get no money off him…is that what you’re telling me?”
“Yes…well
not exactly…it’s kind of complicated” I replied.
“So tell me
all about it honey?” he said.
So I told
him all that had happened and the mistake about the money.
“Whow that
is some story, a fairy tail right? And tonight with the two guys you just been
with up in their room…money just slip into your purse eh?” he said, grabbing my
purse and opening it.
“So what’s
this…you’re private spending money…drinks money eh?”
I felt the
blood draining from my face. I felt sick and wanted to flee from him.
“You see I
know you’ve been working that bar, the two girls in the bar that night reported
your actions straight back to me…heard your client say he had the hundred
dollars you charged…and tonight the same again…heard you mention the charge of
money, plus Asad recons your on the game as well so I’m more than convinced
you’re a hooker sweetheart…just who do you work for?” I tried to argue that I
wasn’t a hooker, that he had it all wrong, but I was loosing the argument. In
his eyes I was a whore and maybe in my own mind I entertained the idea…it kind
of excited me…but it was only a game a fantasy.
“Look…ok…I’m
sorry, maybe I was intruding on your territory…I promise not to do it again”
He took a
moment to contemplate what I’d just said, twirling the unlit cigar and
concentrating on it. Then he smiled “No…no that won’t do, but I can tell you
how you can make it all right… good for both of us actually”
“How?” I
asked enthusiastically, eagerly seeking a way out.
“You come
and work for me, I can see you’d be a great asset for me”
I didn’t
like that idea; it wasn’t the solution I was seeking.
“You’ve got
to be kidding me… I really don’t want to work as a hooker…all this started
because I wanted a night out…I never had any intentions of it turning into
money for sex…it just happened that way…now if you’ll excuse me” I made to
leave, but his hand gripped on to my thigh.
“No
darling…no, you don’t understand, I’m not asking you if you want to work for me
I’m telling you, you are working for me…there’s a difference”
“You can’t
make me” I said defiantly.
“I think I
can…but the choice is yours”
I made to
leave the car again and his hand squeezed my thigh hard, real hard, like he was
tightening a vice.
I screamed
and pleaded for him to stop “Oh god stop…stop…you’re hurting me”
“Not as
much as I could hurt you sweetheart, it can get worse much worse believe me” he
said releasing the grip on my thigh.
“Now let me
run through it again. I don’t want you to street walk or stand on corners; I
have plenty of willing young girls for that. I have some very influential
businessmen from all over the world who like the company of a good woman a
woman who is willing to give him a good time” at this point he unzipped his fly
and took out his cock…it was on the rise “Now all you have to do is make the
right decision, if you decide yes, then you give me a blow job, here and now,
if it’s no then you just get out the car and walk…but” his hand started to
squeeze my thigh again, sending me the message.
His cock
was warm and a little soft as I took it in my hand, I kept jerking it until it
became nice and hard. I got on my knees, between his legs. My tongue licked and
circled the corona, before I took it in my mouth. He gave a gasp, pushed
forward a little, his ass and hips swaying in time with my bobbing head.
“Ohhh
yes…yes” Moaning with pleasure. “You’ve made the right decision…welcome to my
stable” he said, running his fingers though my hair and placing his hand behind
my head.
My hand
worked the shaft as my mouth sucked and hungrily gorged upon it, with my free
hand cupping and gently fondling his balls.
“Oh god…oh
my god” he sighed. I had him going…I was getting ready for a mouth full of
spunk…but no.
“Get you’re
knickers off…get you’re fucking knickers off” he said, with some urgency.
This is not
what I was expecting. “What…what was that?” I queried.
“Get you’re
fucking knickers off woman I’m gona fuck you”
Well he
couldn’t be any clearer than that. I reached under the hem of my dress, grabbed
my knickers and started to pull them down. Now as big and as roomy as it is in
the back of a limo, it’s still rather difficult to take your knickers off
kneeling down, so I sat on the seat beside him and completed the maneuver,
discarding them on the floor.
“Oh god
woman…it’s no time for modesty…pull your dress up…up around your waist…I want
to see your cunt…I want to see what I own”
I did as I
was to told, I pulled my dress up to reveal my cunt for him at the same time
drawing my knees up and spreading my legs as far apart as I could.
He stared
at it for a moment, and then gently touched it, running his fingers around the
lips.
“Oh god
it’s so beautiful…just beautiful and it now belongs to me…. right?”
“Yes…yes I
guess it does” I replied. Realizing what he meant, now being one of his women
he could make me do whatever he wanted of me.
“Also I
need respect from you…always you address me as Mr. Behrouz…or boss, no
formalities…even you’re future clients it is Mr. These men are business men and
deserve respect…you understand?”
“Yes” then
added “Boss”
“That is
good, I’m sure we will get on fine” he replied and all the time his fingers had
been playing with my pussy.
“Now let me
sample you’re wares maiden”
He put his
hand in to his pocket and produced a condom.
“Here let
me see you put it on…. I never ever fuck whores without one”
It had been
quite some time since I’d used one. I tore at the packet with my teeth, removed
it, as I was doing that he was jerking himself, pumping his cock up to get it
nice and hard again, once done I placed it over the head and rolled it down the
shaft, the bulb at the top ready to collect his cum. Now all ready, he knelt
between my legs, with his hands on my knees he prised my legs further apart,
shuffled forward and inch or two, and keeping his eye on his hard cock, watched
it come into contact with my pussy lips. I watched the lips part as he pushed
inward. I took a deep breath in as it slowly vanished inside, my cunt devouring
every inch of it, his balls pressed up against my ass. He closed his eyes;
savoring the moment…sighed, placed his hands under my ass and pulled me nearer the
edge of the seat, then proceeded to fuck me.
He pressed
his body on top of mine, his arms encircled behind my back, crushing me against
his body. His ass rising rhythmically at a steady pace, fuck…fuck…fuck. Each
thrust he omitted a gasp of warm breath onto my face, we were close very close,
lips almost touching. Then his mouth and lips were upon mine, hungry and
passionate full of lust and all the time his hips and ass rose up and drove
deeper and faster, fuck, fuck, fuck. I reached up and placed my hands behind
his neck and pulled his mouth to mine…my own hunger and lust rising inside me.
A smile
crossed the faces of the driver and body guard as they listened to the grunts
and moans from inside the car, the tinted windows may be hiding the action from
their view, but the sounds and gentle rocking motion of the car was enough to
tell the story.
“Looks like
the boss has another whore for his stable” said one smiling.
“Yeah just
signing the deal now eh?” said the other with a chuckle.
Behrouz’s
eyes were closed, head tilted back slightly, ass now at full tilt, fucking as
fast as he could.
“I’m gona
cum…I’m gona cum” he said “Ohhhhhh fuck” he declared, one final thrust and he
was filling the little bulb at the end of the condom with his cum.
It had been
an effort, he remained still for a while whilst his breath returned and his
pulse rate came down, and then withdrew.
“Oh yes…yes
you’ll do very nicely my dear…very nicely indeed” he said as he peeled off the
used condom. “Here dispose of this form me” he said handing the cum filled
condom.
“Where do I
put it?” I asked, holding it delicately between finger and thumb.
“I don’t
know and don’t care…just get rid of the fucking thing” now sitting back on the
seat, having tucked his now satisfied cock back in his trousers and zipping up
his fly.
I found my
purse and carefully placed the condom inside, then finding my knickers I
shrugged into them, pulled and straightened up my dress.
He was back
to being all business. “Here” he said, handing me a bundle of dollar notes. “Go
buy yourself some real night clothing…lots of sexy stuff, call it an advance on
future earnings…then go and get some sleep…I’ll phone you with instructions in
a day or so” jamming the cigar back in his mouth, putting his head back against
the headrest. He’d now finished with me…it was time to leave.
The smirks
on their faces said it all…I knew what they were thinking. “There goes another
one of the boss’s whores” their eyes glued to my ass as I walked away from them
and toward Asad’s taxi.
He was
standing at the ready, door open, not out of courtesy, but wanting to perve my
legs and possibly get a glimpse of my knickers. I no longer cared, I just
wanted to get home take a long soak in the bath, sleep and then wait for the
inevitable call to come.
“I trust
Mr. Behrouz was well pleased with you?”
No reply.
“He offer
you a job…. you now one of his…um…er…”
He was
searching for the right word.
“Whore’s…is
that the word you’re thing of… I’m now one of his whore’s”
“Ah
yes…that’s the word…whore…very apt if I may say so”
“Well no
small thanks to you yes I am”
“That is
good…you don’t have to thank me…it was a pleasure”
God was he
kidding…or just plain dumb.
“Perhaps
there is a way you can thank me…the back seat of the taxi is very large…very
comfortable…we could share it perhaps?”
“Get lost
dick head”
“Perhaps I
caught you at a bad time eh? Maybe later?” he replied with a grin.
“Yeah maybe
later…like a hundred years from now”
“No not as
long as that…you will need my help someday and then I will call in the favour…I
know all you women do eventually…it’s just a matter of time…you’ll see”
After he
had deposited me outside my house, I watched him drive away and pondered his
words, shrugged them off and went inside. A hot bath never felt so good.