hooker

It was a warm night in June. The moon was hidden by low hanging clouds that allowed only the light of a few stars to sneak through; Still, the parking lot was aglow from the lights of the truck stop and from the dozens of trucks that were parked in rows on the hot asphalt. The air smelled of diesel exhaust and the sound of those big engines echoed across the parking area. This particular truck stop was well known as a place where local hookers plied their trade. That, of course, was why we were there. I was with my best friend, Jenny Pickford. I was dressed in knee high black boots, a short black skirt and a sinfully sheer lace top that well accented my 32 C chest. My dark red hair splashed casually over my shoulders and drooped to the middle of my back. I had more makeup than I would normally think of wearing. There were several lubricated condoms in my clutch purse. My knees were shaking and I was so nervous I was afraid I would puke, but I steeled my nerves, knocked on the door of the truck and asked the man if he wanted a date.



He looked me over slowly, undressing me with his eyes before asking me, “How much?” I told him, “Twenty.” He invited me into the cab of his truck. It was a big truck with a large square hood and a sleeper with strings of lights on the top and bottom. At the front of the hood was a silver swan. The inside of the truck looked like leather, but other than the seats I was sure it was vinyl. The dash was made to look like wood. The seats had air valves on them which made them go up or down. The truck smelled a little like stale body odor; as did he; but there was some kind of citrus scented air freshener that attempted to make the truck smell better. There was a large stick shift between the seats and a plastic tube of dim blue lights across the back wall of the sleeper. There was also a refrigerator and a microwave in the sleeper, so the truck had more amenities than some hotels. The bed was actually full sized and somewhat mussed up. I was pretty sure the sheets were only changed when he went home to his wife.



Why was I there? I wasn’t a pro or some desperate junkie needing a fix. I was from a middle class family. I carried a 3.75 GPA in high school. No, this all started because Jenny Pickford and I started talking about dares at a slumber party. It was an “I will if you will” contest of willpower and nerve. Jenny had just climbed up into a blue Volvo. There was no way I could back out and let her win. I wasn’t going to let her call me a chicken even if I was scared. I had never engaged in casual sex but I certainly wasn’t a virgin. I had lost my virginity when I was 16. That was a year earlier.



The trucker handed me a twenty which I nervously put into my clutch purse. Maybe I was selling myself too cheaply, but I wasn’t sure I’d get the nerve to knock on another door if I got turned down. I gave him a smile and stepped back into the sleeper. As he followed, I peeled off my lace top and sat it aside. My hands were shaking as I reached for the latch to my skirt, but if I didn’t go fast I’d loose my nerve. I loosened the skirt and let it fall to the floor. When I sat down on the edge of the bed to remove my boots, he told me, “Leave them on.” His eyes were locked on my body with lust. Other than the boots I was naked now since I hadn’t worn either a bra or panties. As I moved to lie on my side on the sweat stained sheet, I gave him my most seductive smile.



He peeled his T shirt off and dropped it on the floor. I never asked him his name and he never asked mine. I would have lied, of course. He looked older than my father. His hair was thin and gray. He had a bad comb over and a pot belly. As he stepped out of his jeans I could see that he had graying pubes and a fat cock which was mostly erect. He wasn’t shy about grabbing me by the back of the neck and pushing that cock into my mouth. I accepted him with faked eagerness, despite the fact that it tasted like sweat. I reached out and stroked him as I sucked on him. He started to thrust into my mouth, but I had my hand there to make sure he didn’t gag me. After a moment I’d sucked his cock clean and there was just a hint of pre-cum coating my taste buds. His cock was growing harder in my mouth. I could feel his fingers tightening in my hair, pulling it. This guy obviously had no interest in gentle love making. He’d paid for a whore, and he was going to fuck me like one.



I have to admit that despite being scared as hell, I was turned on by the whole adventure. I reached down and casually traced a finger over my labia. My finger slid easily over the moisture that was forming on my soft skin. He watched me of course, so I wiped my finger over my nipples to make them glisten. For an older guy he could sure get hard. He wasn’t hung like a porn star or exceptionally long but he was thick enough that his cock was beginning to make my jaw hurt.



I took a condom from the packet and put it on him. I’ve heard of hookers who would put the condom in their mouths and sneak it on while they were blowing the guy, but I never developed that skill and I certainly never considered myself a hooker. After all, this had nothing whatever to do with the money. This was all about showing Jenny that I had the guts to go through with it. I did know how to put a condom on. I had experience with two boyfriends who believed it was bad karma for the man to do it. Maybe they were just lazy.



The man joined me on the bed and lifted my left leg up, then my right. His thick hands slid under my knees and he pushed my knees back against my shoulders. I could feel the tip of his cock against my opening. Since his hands were occupied and I certainly didn’t want him sliding one inch further south, I reached down and guided him into me. When the tip was just inside me he paused for an instant before pushing the entire length into me with one hard shove. The suddenness of it made me cry out. If I could have moved I would have jumped. Suddenly I was impaled by a fat old cock that had just purchased the right to fuck the hell out of me. The truck driver was going to make the most of that right.



With my knees against my shoulders all I could do was to grip the sheets. He began to slam into me with a vengeance. I know that I was in the middle of 40 tons of steel and freight, but after a few hard thrusts I could actually feel the truck rocking from the forcefulness of this man’s actions. I fought the desire to close my eyes and turn away. Instead I looked into his eyes and pretended I was enjoying every hard thrust. He was literally beating the hell out of me in that sleeper. My previous boyfriends were athletes who could fuck sometimes for ten minutes. This guy was still power fucking me twenty minutes later. Every time he got close to cumming he stopped to change positions and then continued. The only break I got was when I was riding him, and even then he grabbed my hips and slammed me onto him roughly.



Eventually he placed me on my stomach with a pillow under my hips. He was holding my wrists to the bed and pounding at me from behind. I felt the sensation that I had to pee and I knew his cock was hitting my G spot. Despite the fact that I was getting sore, I felt the pressure building inside me. I needed to cum and this was the perfect position. I even kind of liked that fact that he was pinning me down and being rough with me. It made my submissive side come out. I whimpered and moaned as he manhandled me. I was getting closer to orgasm by the second. He kept his rhythm until I completely lost control. I screamed into the pillow as my body convulsed on his cock. It was my greatest orgasm ever!



I could feel his cock throbbing as well. He slid out of me and pulled off the condom, then pushed his fat cock into my mouth and began to stroke rapidly. Almost before I realized what he was doing the first jets of cum hit the back of my throat. I gulped it down and tried not to think about the rather unattractive man who was feeding his cum to me. I was never especially fond of the taste. His cum was thick and the flavor was obviously influenced by coffee and cigarettes. It left my breath smelling like chlorine.



He rolled over and lay on his back as I got dressed. We said our goodbyes and I climbed back out of the truck. The night cool air felt good as I sucked it into my lungs. For a moment I stood there thinking about what had just happened. My pussy still throbbed and I cold almost still feel that thick cock inside me. There were other girls wandering around. These were the pros. The truckers call them “Lot Lizards.” I wanted to keep a wide berth of them since my dare took away from their business.



My footsteps seemed to echo off the trucks as I started back toward my car. It was dark outside I was feeling particularly vulnerable. I was way out of my element here. When I was nearly back to the safety of my car where I had planned to wait for Jenny I saw her walking toward me. She had a tall black truck driver on either side of her and a fresh fucked glow on her face.



“Hey, Nikki, I’ve been looking for you,” she said. “I’ve got some new friends who are dying to meet you.”



I looked at her and then at the two black men with her. They both looked like they were in their early forties. I would soon learn that they were brothers, just a year apart. Abner was the older of the two. His arms were huge. He had the look of someone who had been lifting weights all his life. He must have stood about six foot six, which made him a giant compared to me at five foot two. His black hair was cut short. His shirt was partially unbuttoned revealing a furry chest. His brother was named Bryon. Bryon was as tall as his brother but with longer hair. He was much leaner. Both of the men had tattoos which suggested to me that they’d either been in gangs, had done some time in prison or both. Between them was Jenny; a short haired blonde trouble maker who was about three inches taller than me.



“Come on. You’ve got to see this sleeper,” Jenny said when we’d all been introduced. “This thing’s huge! It’s like a house inside.”



The truck was hooked up to a moving company trailer and sure enough, it was huge. The sleeper alone was twelve feet long. I was very nervous about stepping into the cab with these men. It wasn’t that I was prejudiced because I wasn’t, despite the years of listening to my father rant about nearly everyone who wasn’t Catholic and Caucasian. It was more the fact that they just looked like they could be rough. Maybe it was the tattoos. I agreed to take a peek, but just to have a look. I said that we had better hurry home. I reminded Jenny that my parents would be home soon and that we had BETTER be there. They wouldn’t actually be home that night at all, but that was the cover story we had agreed upon.



The sleeper was like an apartment. It had a bathroom and shower, a full kitchen, its own generator, its own air conditioner, satellite TV, a very good stereo system and a table that folded down into a full sized bed. It was all trimmed in oak. Indirect lighting gave a seductive glow to the inside of the sleeper. Very noticeably at each end of the bed were three tie down rings; one on each side and one in the middle. They looked like they were used for tying up girls, not tying down cargo.



“This is incredible,” I said. I felt more than a little uncomfortable at the moment. “But we really have to be going.”



“No, we don’t have to go anywhere,” Jenny assured the two men. “As long as we’re home by morning, we’re cool.”



I looked at her as if I’d been betrayed. Jenny just smiled back at me. “Relax, Nikki,” she said. “You’re too uptight. I’ll be here. Besides. The guys are paying us a hundred each for three hours.” She’d already taken the deal without asking me? I just wanted to go home. “I’ll take Abner first,” she said.”



With that she turned and gave the older brother a deep soul kiss. I was searching for the words to protest. For an instant I was too stunned to speak. Then Bryon was behind me. His hands wrapped around me. His right hand lifted under my short skirt to rub over my uncovered flesh. His left hand gently massaged my breasts and tugged at my nipples. He was kissing my neck and grinding his bulging jeans against my ass. I knew these guys were trouble. I knew I should run, but I just stood there; getting more turned on by the second. I closed my eyes for a moment as Bryon caressed and kissed me. When I opened them, Jenny was in front of us on her knees slobbering all over the biggest cock I had ever seen.



I have to admit that the sight of that turned me on. I could still escape, but that window of opportunity was quickly coming to a close. I knew I should go, but I couldn’t quite pull myself away. When Bryon slipped his finger into my pussy, I let out a soft moan and leaned back against him. I wasn’t going anywhere. The anticipation of what was going to happen during the next three hours had me both scared and squirming in anticipation. My father would be so ashamed of what I was about to do he would never forgive me if he ever found out. What was left of my innocence was about to be ripped away. At the moment, I couldn’t wait to see it go.



Bryon began to pull my top off. I responded by lifting my arms so he could easily pull it off. Then my skirt dropped to my ankles and I too was on my knees, seeking out his cock. When I took it out of his pants I gasped in surprise. It was even bigger than Abner’s. It felt like it weighed five pounds. I shuddered in anticipation of feeling this monster inside me. Could I even handle a cock this big? I lifted it and teased my tongue around the tip before putting it in my mouth. It was definitely a jaw stretcher. I used plenty of saliva as I stroked and sucked him.



Bryon’s cock got thicker and harder in my mouth. I took it out and ran my open mouth and tongue up and down the length of him, and then lightly stroked it as I slobbered over his balls and sucked on them. He was getting more and more aroused. I was stalling a little. I could feel myself getting juicier by the moment and I was going to need a lot of lubricant to get his cock inside me.



Jenny got up and mover over beside me. She put her arm around my shoulders so I slid mine around her waist. The two brothers stood side by side while we knelt there, sucking their cocks. Then they stepped back and switched places. Suddenly I was sucking Abner’s cock and Jenny was sucking Bryon. The amazing thing was that I wasn’t even put off by the idea. I guess I had already determined that whatever happened just happened. I turned and gave Jenny a long, sexy kiss. I thought that the two of us kissing over a hard cock was sexy as hell, so we gave each of the guys a little teamwork as we kissed and slobbered over their cocks, double teaming them one at a time.



The two guys went to lie on the bed, with their heads at opposite ends. Jenny climbed up first and lowered herself on to Bryon’s cock. I was fascinated as I watched it slowly disappearing inside her. Then it was my turn to climb up on Abner. I whimpered out loud as I stuffed myself with that huge cock. It seemed to go up inside me forever. When we were both fully impaled Jenny gripped my hair, pulled me to her and gave me a deep kiss. That took me by surprise, but the guys liked it so I just went with it. We began to make out as we rode the two large cocks. She slid her hand down my stomach to my clit, so I returned the favor. I had never considered having sex with another girl, but this was different. This was a show we were putting on.



After a few moments Jenny and I were both pretty well worked up. We rode the now slick cocks and continued to tease each other. I leaned over to suck a firm nipple into my mouth. I could taste Jenny’s sweat on my tongue. She had nice breasts; bigger than mine and full, with dark nipples that got very hard when sucked. I was getting close to another orgasm and I wanted to cum with Jenny. Her reactions told me she was getting close as well. The guys were saying something, but neither of us paid them any attention. We were slamming our bodies on hard cocks and rubbing each other’s clits. We came at about the same time. Jenny and I kissed and rubbed tongues as our bodies lubricated the thick cocks that we had impaled ourselves on.



We switched partners after that. I knelt down to lick Jenny’s fluids off Bryon’s cock while she did the same with Abner. Then we climbed up on our respective cocks and the show resumed. We had to stop a couple of times because the guys nearly came. It was too early for that.



Eventually Abner pulled Jenny down so that she was lying on his chest. Bryon stood beside the bed and pulled her over enough so that she could suck his cock while Abner fucked her. I wasn’t sure what they were doing until Bryon tossed me a bottle of KY Liquid and told me to put it in her ass. Jenny whimpered something around the cock in her mouth, but I wasn’t sure if it was encouragement or a protest. I put some of the lube on my finger and applied some directly to her anal muscle. It felt strangely erotic to slide my finger into my friend’s ass. Jenny moaned as I added more lube and continued. I worked my finger around to pull at her muscle so that when I added a second finger it would be easier. Then I put my fingertips together and worked three fingers into her ass. I could feel her cumming as I twisted my fingers around in her ass. Abner was slowly rocking into her pussy and Bryon was pumping his cock back and forth into her mouth.



Bryon pulled back and slapped his cock over her face, then moved to where I was. Before I got off the bed he had me work the lubricant onto his cock. I put plenty of lube over his thick shaft and rubbed it in, then moved aside. He told me to hold Jenny’s ass cheeks apart. I did, and it gave me a close up view of his cock forcing into her tight ass. She squirmed and whimpered as he pushed it deeper, all the while begging him not to stop. I thought at that moment that Jenny was crazy. The guys weren’t going to leave me out of the mix so I was told to climb up and straddle Abner’s head so he could lick my pussy while they double teamed Jenny. Since Jenny and I were then facing each other, we caressed each other’s breasts and made out. I reached down and very gently ran my fingertips over her clit as Bryon fucked her ass roughly. She must have liked it, because after a few moments she came so furiously I was afraid she’d injure herself.



Abner gave out a string of profanities and began to cum in Jenny’s pussy. He held her tightly by the hips and pulled her onto him as he erupted inside her. When he was finished, he pulled out of her and slid out from under her. Bryon rolled her over onto all fours and slid his cock into her wet pussy. As he prepared to cum in her, Abner had me sit me down on the floor. I had no idea what he was up to at the moment. Then Bryon shot his load into Jenny’s pussy to mix with Abner’s. After a few final thrusts and a number of obscenities, he pulled out and pulled Jenny off the bed. Then I knew what their plan was. Jenny stood above me in a partial squat as I let the men’s cum fill my mouth. Then we shared a long, cummy kiss before I resumed the position and finished licking her clean. I was just licking up cum so it really didn’t matter that I was licking it out of my friend’s pussy… or so I told myself.



The guys needed a break. We did too, but we were on the clock. While the men relaxed and drank a beer, Jenny and I climbed up on the bed and began to 69 each other. This time it wasn’t about licking up a guy’s cum, it was about pleasing each other and making the guys hot. I have to admit that I very much enjoyed it. I liked it enough that I decided we would have to do this again when it was just us. Jenny’s tongue drove me wild. She was much better at this than I was. I tried to do the things to her that she was doing to me, and she obviously liked it as well. When she slid two fingers into my pussy to massage my G spot, though, she wouldn’t let me touch hers. I guess she was still pretty sensitive.

Dust clung to Jim’s jeans, shaking off in wisps where the sweat hadn’t soaked through the denim. It had been a hard four days but the steer had now been transported from El Dimina, Texas state all the way to Arkansas. This time was all his own and the dollars he had remaining after whiskey and cards was burning a hole in his pockets. It was time to visit Miss Suzanne.



Dusk had long fallen and behind him the lights and laughs and smashed bottles and screams of the town drifted into the long night. Madame de Bombadier’s little red bordello was a shabby old place to be sure, but then, the Madam was much too smart to sour the tempers of the local ladyfolk by drawing attention to the place with a lick of paint. Not for her to holler to all and sundry what their menfolks were really doing when the saloons ran dry and their men still thirsted. Lord only knows, the heat in this neck of town would make prunes of even the finest, juiciest fruit. Ought never marry if only for that reason. Old Jim had been saying that for years, though in his quieter moments, he might just admit that had Miss Suzanne not taken to whoring and had he been the kind for wooing, he may just have asked her. Then again, maybe it were the whoring that kept her so ripe. Hell, as long as she kept her legs open and her cunny damp, he’d keep going at her as long as he had coin.



He entered the bordello’s lounge and removed his hat carefully so as not to drop dust over the worn chaise longue. The floor was warped and stained from repeated splashes of rosewater. Across the pink painted room, before three closed doors and worn velvet drapes stood Madame de Bombadier. As soon as she laid eyes on him she sashayed across the room, all exaggerated hips and rouge and cleavage. “Why bonjour Monsiuer Jones, what a real pleasure to see you again,” she drawled. Everyone in town knew that Madame was as french as a haggis but no one in Brightwell cared to view her little affectations with anything other than benign amusement. Well. Perhaps the ladyfolk had a different view.



“Ma’am,” he nodded, hat in both hands. “Is Miss Suzanne accepting visitors this evening?” Madame took his hat from him with a flourish and with her head tilted and exaggerated pout, she sighed “Ah mon dieu, but I am afraid not this evening. I am afraid all my girls are entertaining this evening.” She caught his frown of disappointment before continuing, “and they said they intended to keep each girl all the night through and I can believe they were their true intentions. Big gang of gentlemen, seven all counted. Paid up in advance too.”



JIm scratched his ear. “Well ma’am, I’ll beg your pardon, you know I ain’t an educated man, but I was under the impression you only had three girls. Unless you been holdin’ out.”



“Holding out? Why no sir, it is exactly as you say, seven gentlemen and three girls.” She stopped and gave a small shake of her head. “I do hope they don’t ruin those girls.”



Jim ran his hand through his hair and looked at the floor, feeling the ache in his balls and dreading a night of his own comforts before Madame touched his chin.



“Ah couilles! If I cannot trust you, Monsieur Jones, truly who can I trust, eh? I cannot offer you any of my girls and you will be back on the trail very soon, no? Perhaps I can entice you with a slightly different pleasure this evening?”



“Pray what did you have in mind ma’am?”



Madame de Bombadier clapped her hands in glee and wiggled at speed to the back of the lounge. With a theatrical sweep, she flung back the velvet drapes to reveal a narrow little corridor lined with wooden panes and plush burgundy paint.



“Please now, if you would follow me.”



“Well this ain’t somewhere I’ve seen before Ma’am.”



“Ahhhh! But of course, “she smacked at his arm playfully, “I must be sure that my dear girls are safe. And also that they are as, shall we say, as skilled as they will need to be.” Jim was not a subtle man but he could not help but note the red flush that crept up the Madam’s throat. He cleared his throat. “Well I’m sure that your interest is purely professional ma’am.” She regarded him with a salacious eye. “But of course mon cherie. But of course. It will of course be a great assistance to know what your opinion is of what is seen. Excuse me monsieur, I must reach past you. Quiet now, monsieur.”



She advanced a few more feet before turning to the wall and with a deft twist of the wrist, she pulled two plugs from the wood, each adorned with a tiny bronze hand. Standing on tiptoes, she peered in briefly and, satisfied all was as it should be, she turned and gestured Jim to join her. Stooping slightly, he gazed inside.



He recognised the room well enough – he had visited Miss Suzanne several times in that boudoir with its violet satin drapes and the soot stained lanterns. What took his attention immediately was the man’s backside, pale with with tan striped arms and neck where his shirt didn’t cover. He had hold of Miss Suzanne’s smooth, soft hips and he was rutting her like a beast in full heat, her creamy flesh pink and plump like a fine ripe fruit and fulsome titties wobbling with the impact of each thrust. With each of her delightful yelps, her mane of golden curls was tossed back and forth and a wave of jealousy struck Jim hard.



A growl passed his lips and Madam de Bombadier clasped her hand to his mouth in horror. “Monsieur, no! No, they cannot know about this little secret of mine,” she hissed. Jim looked to her. “Monsieur, I must ask you to control your reactions or else I must ask you to return another day.” He inhaled deeply, taking in Madam’s perfume of honeysuckle, rosewater and musk and wished he hadn’t. His member stood as tall and durable as Mount Lemmon and he knew if he headed to camp now, he would have the worst ache in his balls he had ever known.



He peeled her hand from his face. “I shall be controlled. You shall have nothing to fear from me Ma’am.” It was not easy to say. The view was the most exquisite torment. The burgundy walls in the narrow passage seemed to contract and throb with every burning heartbeat that passed through his prick. Madam regarded him momentarily before nodding and with a smile and a curtsy, she swept silently through the passage. Jim watched her arse sashaying down the passage and wondered if he ought to have propositioned Madam directly. On second thoughts, he didn’t want to risk a bar from this little pleasure house.



A sudden cry from the room drew his attention and he quickly returned to the show. His left hand slid down to his member and through the denim, he began to gently stroke his balls.



Miss Suzanne had, it seemed, been surprised by the addition of another fellow. Like his bulkier friend, he was a working man, a hotchpotch of tan and pasty skin but unlike his friend, he was built like a wire trap, all veins and thin strong muscle. The slender friend had positioned himself underneath Miss Suzanne and was stroking her sweet little cunny whilst Bulk continued to rut her, all the while suckling at her lovely plump titties. Bulk seemed not to mind and in actual fact would groan whenever Slim’s fingers strayed and touched his balls. Slim’s erection belied any idea that his member in any way suffered for being attached to a smaller gentleman. Barely constrained by his longjohns, Slim ground his crotch into Miss Suzanne’s hip. The room was filled with whooping and hollering, in the background but try as Jim might, he could not see how many guests Miss Suzanne would be entertaining tonight.



Miss Suzanne looked fair fit to burst, so much attention she was getting to her cunny and titties. Her lips were fixed in a fair oh and eyes raised high and low throaty moans escaping her lips every time Slim made contact. At that moment, Jim would have sold his soul to have been stood but a few feet closer with his member prepared and willing for those beautiful “oh” lips.



A new urgency became apparent for both Miss Suzanne and Bulk and a symphony of cries rose in a crescendo through the room. Miss Suzanne cried hardest and longest, eyes squeezed tight and a flush of red fluttering across her chest and face as she went to fall. Bulk grasped onto her and pulled her back onto him, arms across her chest as he rutted her with sharp urgent thrusts until he too with an almighty roar, a cry passing his lips with every final thrust as he filled her with his seed. As they came to rest and catch their breath, Miss Suzanne cried, “Now, now, please, you must stop stroking me! It needs but a moment’s rest, it’s sore sensitive.” Reluctantly, Slim retreated and Miss Suzanne, grateful, showed her appreciation, stroking Slim’s now bare naked erection as she recovered her breath. Bulk’s prick shrank and slid out of her, a little string of pearls hanging from her sex.



“I reckons that’s a good ol’ warm up” laughed Slim as he pulled Miss Suzanne, giggling, towards him. She groaned dramatically and whined “Oh my days, I must insist, I need a rest!” Slim laughed again. “Missie, you got all my friends here who need some of your tender sweet care, we ain’t got the time to let up the pace now!”



With that, he grasped her waist and pulled her onto him and with but a thrust, he buried himself in her to the hilt. Holding her hips high, he hammered into her with a fury beyond any bull Jim had ever seen. Miss Suzanne, by compare, was hollering like a fresh branded steer. Jim grunted, his prick now very much out of his denim and between his calloused fingers, transfixed by the scene. Miss Suzanne cries had a tinge of pain to Jim’s ears and he angrily vowed to himself to always be a more tender lover to her whenever he next visited but her yelps soon turned to lusty cries of encouragement. Slim was glowing, a sheen across his chest and face evident even in the grimy light, his face fixed and determined. Jim knew that look – the look that said there was no world, no creatures in this sphere but he and the golden ringletted goddess captured above him.



The whooping continued afresh and one more body came into play. A smaller, tan man with a paunch that hung low strode over, his erection swaying in upward salute with every step. With a creak that the whole building felt, he stood atop the bed and with no ceremony or invitation, he silenced Miss Suzanne’s mouth. Brought from the immediacy of the fucking she was getting below, she wrapped her pretty little mouth around his prick and held his balls and base. Paunch would have none of this and grabbed her by the ears, pushing harder and harder into her mouth. Miss Suzanne resisted a little, giving a coquettish gaze and a firmer grasp on his base to protect her throat but Slim, evidently aware of his new bedfellow, drove into her as deep as she could bear. Despite herself, she shrieked; a delightful, sordid little sound. Paunch wasted no time and thrust deeply, causing her to choke a little. Slim fair burst laughing and resumed his pounding at pace.



“Aw Missie, you’re a-dribblin’ on me now! Come on, you gotta take care of all o’ my friends.” Paunch gave a hard smile.



“An’ your pretty little throat can take all of my prick. Every bitty inch of it.”



Jim paused, teeth gritted. Nothing would have pleased him more than to head on in there and take out Paunch. Yet he couldn’t look away. Miss Suzanne steadied herself and gave a most gallant effort. Her throat swelled with cock and the movement of his member up and down her throat was clear to see. Never had Jim seen such a feat, nor a woman so abused. Thoughts ran unbidden through his mind, thoughts of promises to make Miss Suzanne an honest woman, even if he never took her as a lover again. Anything but let her suffer so. Yet his hand pounded his erection ever harder. Her ringlets stuck to Paunch’s hands, a mixture of hair, sweat and spittle and Paunch groaned, swinging his head back.



“Larry boy, I think we’ve got ourselves here a very talented little lady. Think you can put her through her paces now?”



A deep, grumble emerged from the darkness. “Ain’t no way I’m touchin’ her shithole and I ain’t being left with just hands.”



Slim chuckled breathlessly. “Why, ain’t no reason we can’t be sharing. I’m sure Missie has more tricks up her sleeves than that.”



The meaning was not lost on Miss Suzanne and her eyes widened like moons but Paunch held her too tight to allow for protest.



“Yessir, I do believe we can. She don’t mind now, does she Pavel?”



Pavel grinned and looked Miss Suzanne dead in the eyes. “I ain’t hearing no complaints here.”



With a cruel thrust, he drove himself hard into her throat and a little gag came from her.



“Careful now, she ain’t vomiting on me down here. Pull her back now Pav. Sure you’re not for the shitter Larry?”



“Damned if I do that now when there’s a cunthole there for the taking. Ain’t taking it after you fuckers have stretched it loose either. Any stretchin’ bein’ done, it’s by me.”



Larry clambered onto the bed – a bear of a man that Jim knew he could never best, even without his friends. Larry was built like a bear in every respect with a girth thicker than Miss Suzanne’s wrists.



“Push a bit further forward boys – get her on her knees. Oh sweet baby Jesus, she is sodden, this ain’t gonna be any trouble.”



Larry held his prick and stroked the head around her cunny. Even in the grimy light, Jim could see the glistening fluids coating his tip.



“You ready?”



Pavel gasped in response, “Dios, I’m fucking ready!” Paunch was so scarlet in the face, he seemed ready to have a nosebleed.



“In we go now Missie.”



Slim came to a halt, though Paunch continued to thrust, shaking Miss Suzanne with each impact. Dirt handmarks mingled with her sweat, marring her creamy complexion and she looked thoroughly used. Eyes scrunched tight, she prepared herself. Still held in Slim’s white knuckle grip, Larry positioned himself and slid in alongside Slim. Miss Suzanne’s eyes widened immediately and she gave a great muffled shriek. Paunch reacted immediately. Groaning and swinging his head back, he gave a series of staccato moans as he pumped her throat with his seed.



Larry and Slim began their slow dance. No further words were uttered, just the sounds of Slim and Larry grunting and Miss Suzanne’s coughing and deep breaths as Paunch slipped out and wandered with legs visibly trembling to his chair, a string of spittle still clinging to him.



Larry pushed Miss Suzanne’s head towards Slim’s shoulders as they forced their two pricks into Miss Suzanne’s stretched cunny.



Time seemed almost to have frozen. A steady tension arose, Larry’s groans deepening, Slim’s breath becoming ever more ragged.



“Ye gods man, you ever going to finish in there,” laughed Bulk, evidently recovered but out of sight.



Slim gave a halfhearted chuckle.



“Oh, I’m being tested, I assure you.”



For Jim, it was enough. With more self control than he ever thought himself capable of, he came to his knees and, head on the floor, he pumped and pumped his seed onto Madame de Bombadier’s rugs with a pained, stilted whine. With the final, pained throb of his prick, he rolled silently to one side and shook. Never in all of his days had he spent so much. A minute, two moments, three eternities, he could not tell how long he lay there but he could hear Miss Suzanne’s wails of pleasure ringing through the walls and he was relieved.



“Monsieur?”



A mere whisper but he became alert immediately and got up with great speed and shame. Madame merely smiled broadly and placed a finger across his lips. He paused, nodded and carefully stood up, remembering rather too late that he was still exposed. As quietly and quickly as he could, he fastened himself away, to Madame’s evident pleasure. With a wave, she gestured him to follow and after a final lingering look at Miss Suzanne, he replaced the plugs. His member twitched even now with a dull ache. They entered the lounge and with a swift shakedown of the velvet, Madame’s secret chamber was again hidden to the world.



“Ma’am, I really must apologise for the mess I made of your fine rug, I truly am sorry. I can reimburse you most handsomely for-”



“Shush, shush, shush you silly man! Ah, these are but material things. Joy however, ah now that is something that must be shared, cherished. No, no, it is quite fine.”



“That’s most kind of you Ma’am but-”



“No, I shan’t hear a word of it – and put your coin away. It is always a pleasure to meet and recognise those with, shall we say, similar tastes to myself. You really must stay in touch, Monsieur Jones. I really do feel that one of these days, we must come to some mutually beneficial arrangement. We must. Do make sure you come and visit again after your next assignment Monsieur Jones. I do believe I may have an offer for you.”

It’s funny, when I first married Liz I was of course well aware of her situation. I have been bonking PI hookers for months and never really thought about the girls perspective in all that other than they seemed to be having a as good as time as I was.



When I fell for Liz I put aside that she was a prostitute, it really didn’t even register I just knew I was in love with her. Even when I went back to the USA to work in her visa, she had to go back to work so she was taking care of other guys the entire time I was celibate and waiting for her – my fiance soon to be my wife she was out there fucking dozens of men a week.



When I did finally get her to the US I guess the first time I thought about it was on base one day and we were walking together hand in hand, happy lovers and I noticed men looking at her – of course she is beautiful why men would not look at her. I felt proud. Then bam, one guy came up to us and greeted her by her old bar-hostess name “Jade”. Bam it hit me, this guy fucked my wife. I had no idea how, when or how many times of whether it was a one time deal or he was a steady, but my head went to all kinds of images of my wife naked with this guy inside her them yelling and moaning, him touching her ass, stroking her, sucking her nipples then shooting off into her, then her rolling over with his cum running down her ass, or her taking his dick into her mouth, those lips I kissed — “You may now kiss the bride”.



It bothered me and she picked up on it. I guess she would have been within her rights to be mad, but she was caring and loving and when we got home she said simply, “none of that matters, I love you.” and we made love and I forgot all about it. Until it happened again and the next time I could tell that the guy knew her very well and she indeed confessed he was a steady for 2 months, so they lived together and did everything of course and this guy maybe had more of her than I did. I was hit by another wave of jealousy but then we talked later and she told me I knew her situation and she could tale the whole thing back if she could but she can’t. We talked all night and I had to take off work the next day. We made love and again I forgot it all, she had this way of making me forget anything but her.



Over the years I had this thing where I wanted to out fuck all the others she had. I though that is I could have sex with her more times than all the other men combined it would somehow be made right. I gave up on that after years of trying and realized that I might or might not attain that goal and if I did it would take years, and anyway it sounds really stupid in retrospect. (anyway all chances of that were dashed when we started playing with others about 7 years into our marriage, I was lucky to keep up with the guys she was doing then much less get ahead of all the ones she’s ever had!) (I was still pretty young and relatively immature at the time)



My attitude shifted again and just realized that most women are not virgins when they marry and really what is the difference is your wife fucked one other guy or 1000 other guys, once the cherry is gone, it’s gone, you cannot look at her pussy and tell how many cocks have been in it, how cum had been shot into it, there is no odometer on a woman’s pussy. Funny when we started playing with others it didn’t even register that this was anything special since she used to casually fuck men daily what is a few more in the grand scheme. But later I shifted again and enjoyed it more when I felt that it was a special gift they were getting to have sex with my wife.



I have come 3/4 circle, not to my starting point, but an extremely mature attitude about it all to the point where I not only I accept her past, not only enjoy it but am proud of her past. maybe proud of myself for snagging her – after all if she could have sex with well over 1,000 different men and none of them sparked her interest I must have really been special to her, true love and that is all that is important anyway.



So today my wife and I enjoy a wonderful relationship, yes we both have sex with others – she more than me of course but I’d not have it any other way.



My wife had never really had what many of would recognize as a true relationship with a man. She started as a prostitute at an early age, still a virgin actually. In PI the cherry-girls can do well and still retain their virginity mainly doing oral sex and on some occasions anal sex. She started at age 14 in a massage parlor and was known as a cherry girl there. That made her popular and she had many oral clients.



When she lost her cherry finally at age 15, the guy didn’t even realize he was fucking a virgin, she didn’t think it was important to mention it. He offered her good money to fuck him and she agreed. Later she told me she could have gotten even more had he known he would be getting her cherry but in her view she was a little embarrassed that she was a virgin and wanted to get it over with so she could get down to business and make some serious money in the clubs.



Her relationship with men were simple and usually on one level – sex and only sex. yes over the years a few men thought they fell in love with her, but she told me that the relationship beyond whore/client never matured. The result of this was she really only knew of one way to relate to man and that was with sex.



Once I took her from that life she knew that being a loyal monogamous wife was the proper thing to do and she had every intention of that.



This was mostly my fault. I was struggling being recently discharged into a crappy economy. I was working 2 jobs and going to school. An opportunity popped up to work a 4 month stint on a offshore oil rig for an Australian company, she was against it but practical realities forced us both into agreeing to it. Liz just gotten her GED and was in a freshman in college for her first accounting degree.



I left and she was lonely and cried most nights. It was the vulnerability that was picked up on by Dan an adjunct professor at school.



The way she related to me is her words in a letter she wrote confessing the affair that sparked from the attention he was giving here.



“Dan was always good to me and I kind of knew he had a crush on me. Late one afternoon I was at school to turn in a paper. Dan was there and we talked in his office for a while. As it got late he asked me get a cup of coffee with him. I agreed since I was enjoying the talk. Well we had a great time chatting and I was enjoying myself very much. As it got later he asked me if I were hungry and I was so he invited me for dinner.



We had a great dinner and then he said he would drop me home. MY bicycle was still at school and I asked him to take me there instead. As I got out of his car he kissed me. I was surprised a little but not shocked. I stood there like a fool for a moment, then got on my bike and said goodbye.



Nothing was said about it for a week, then I was in a late class and working on some problems. I was the last one in the room. Dan came to me as I finished and stood behind me and started to rub my shoulders. It felt great. I should have stopped him right then, but I did not.



Maybe the loneliness of missing Alex or the attraction I felt for Dan, but he leaned over and kissed my neck. I let him. He arms went around me and he kissed me again on the lips. I responded wildly. I was tingly all over and I felt myself responding to him.



He stood me up and kissed me more. Wordlessly, he took my hand and walked me to his office. He locked the outer door, then the inner door. I sat on his desk and he pulled up my skirt. I was excited and I undid his trousers. He pulled down my panties and I spread my legs and he took me right there on his desk. I was so very wet with desire.



It was so very quick. We both orgasmed in minutes.



After mine I realized what I had done. I cried out “oh no” and ran from his office. I heard him calling behind me but I was too shocked. Dans semen was running down all over my legs and I knew everyone on campus could see it and knew what I had done.



I got to the bicycle and pedaled home. I saw Dan on the sidewalk watching me leave.



I got home and the phone was ringing. I knew it was Alex calling knowing what I had done. The phone kept ringing and I was crying.



Later I felt silly, but still stayed in the house.



I skipped school the next day.



That evening there was a knock on the door.



It was Dan, he had my books and papers. He looked sad and started to apologize. I told him to come in. Again he was apologizing and trying to tell me he was sorry but he felt he was in love with me.



I burst into tears and Dan comforted me. I told him I was married and had no business doing that.



we stayed there on the couch for a while and I started to feel better. We talked and talked and the more we talked the better I felt.



Dan then said he had to leave. He stood up and I did as well. He turned to say goodbye when I kissed him. At first a peck, then I lost control and we kissed with passion.



Minutes later we were in bed together. The sex was awesome and my orgasm rocked me like I had never been rocked before.



I felt I was selfish to him. I wanted to have him but rebuffed his real feelings of love. Dan is double shame for me. I cheated on my husband and used him for my own satisfaction while ignoring his real feelings.



“I was not a nice woman.”



She confessed upon my return and it was her last affair. To my mind he took advantage of her, she felt he was in love with her. I didn’t get upset about the sex because at that time the only arsenal she had to relate to another man was to have sex with him.



I never held the affair against her in fact I knew it hurt her, I never liked to see her hurt. I was happy to see that she was able to get over it by confessing to me. I did expect it to happen again but it never did.

Chapter 1: Not Me, Anymore



“Everyone fucks for money, one way or another.”



Morgan applied lipgloss nonchalantly, as if she hadn’t just corrupted all of my childhood dreams. I thudded down on the edge of the bathtub, thoroughly depressed.



Disney Princesses floating off into their Happily-Ever-Afters were instantly deflated in my mind and thudding back to earth.



I was nearly resigned to my choice, but I hated the thought of the world being so crude. So black and white.



“That can’t be true.”



Morgan smiled indulgently at me and then glanced back at her reflection. “You asked.”



“I don’t know if I can do this, Morgan. You’re so… you. And I’m so me.”



She put away her makeup and smoothed down her beautiful brunette hair she spent hours styling.



“I’ll take that as a compliment.” I started to apologize but she continued. “You don’t have to be you. That’s the beauty of it. You can be anybody you want to be, and he can be whoever you want him to be, too.”



She turned to me and smirked. “So, are you in? This is the last time I’m going to ask you.”



Morgan’s dress and makeup I borrowed were foreign on my body. I felt like her. All the months I’d lived with her- silently judging her for going out into the night trampy and coming home the morning after, sex and smoke clinging off of her- I never once thought I’d be preparing to join her.



Sighing, she sat next to me on the tub and nudged my arm with hers. It was the only time I could think of her being semi-affectionate to me. We got along and I certainly considered her a friend, but she was rough around the edges. Where I was soft and anxious, she was hard and supremely confident.



“You don’t have money to pay rent. You won’t make it much longer living here by just waitressing alone. Then your father will have something to say, and we both know you don’t want that.”



Her words were the same that ran on an endless loop in my head. The words were turning into a taunting dirge that prevented sleep and haunted me through the day.



I moved to the city for a chance, that someone would look at my photos and say, “This isn’t just some chick taking pictures of her toenails. This is art.” And- like the movies- I believed that maybe after a few terrible interviews, a handsome genius would take a peek and proclaim I was just what he was looking for. A gala would be held in my honor, he’d ask me to marry him, and I would have made it.



It didn’t work out that way. A year later I was sharing my living space with Morgan and a squeaky family of rats. I was a rail, not because it was en vogue, but because I had no money for food. I couldn’t ask my father for money, and my mother didn’t have any.



“This is a way out,” Morgan continued, drawing me from thinking about my family and getting lonely. “A really good way out. You won’t be just a hooker, a prostitute, or even a call-girl. You’ll be a kept woman. There is a difference, believe me. He takes care of you, buys you things, makes life easier. And sometimes you even enjoy the sex.”



Morgan took a deep breath, her cheeks red and her eyes wide with excitement. She was getting worked up; I wondered if this was a speech she often repeated to herself in order to leave the apartment and face the night. To face herself.



“Fuck, he even respects you because you’re classy and you know it. You call the shots. All he does is fuck you, but guess what, Johanna?”



Morgan stood, her dress falling just right across her ass. I could see how she got into this world. Her body was made for sex.



“You’ll fuck him back even harder.”



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We went to her favorite bar in a nicer part of the city. Men smelled like the best cologne with just a hint of the metallic scent of their money. Their wallets probably cost more than my entire wardrobe and their smiles were as decadent as the drinks they held elegantly in their hands. I noticed more than a few of those hands were manicured and well cared for. My own were scabbed and the nails were jagged and broken from all the times I gnawed on them.



Morgan was quickly spotted by her companion. He waved us over and, though I was warned, I was still startled by his appearance. It was bizarre to see the young, pretty, vibrant Morgan making out with a man close to 70.



After they tore their lips apart from each other, he noticed me. “Johanna. Lovely to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you. Like you always do the dishes.” He winked. Yuck. “I’m Roger.” He shook my hand; his was wrinkled and paper-soft with age.



I fought a shudder, imagining Morgan’s soft and youthful body entwined with his dry and scaly one. “You too.”



He smiled and gestured for me to take a seat in the little booth he claimed as his own. Morgan sidled up next to him, kissing each fingertip.



“Missed you, Daddy,” she purred.



He kissed her cheek. “You did well.”



His whisper wasn’t meant for me but I heard it anyway. I was a piece of meat, a prize dragged in by Morgan’s jaw for Roger’s friend. I tried to hide my disgust, but the flicker of Morgan’s irritated eyes told me I didn’t do the best job.



He ran a hand down her side and took a sip from his amber-colored glass. His eyes assessed me. “My girl tells me you want me to fix you up with someone.”



It was strange being so blunt, especially about something like this. I imagined cheesy innuendos and shifty eyes. Roger kept his eyes on mine and there were no innuendos yet.



My cheeks burned; it was like I was back in the playground at school, playing the silly game of “So and so likes you”. Only this was a far more dangerous game and I didn’t know the rules, or even the players. I just nodded meekly and took a big gulp of whatever drink Roger had deigned to order me.



His chuckle at my response surprised both me and my roommate. “Oh, he’s going to love you. He doesn’t know it yet, but he’s going to just eat you up.”



Instead of being pleased by this, a flurry of concern swelled in my stomach. Me blushing would please him? Little Red Riding hood came to mind:



“My, what big teeth you have!”



“The better to eat you with, my dear!”



Maybe it wasn’t too late to flee. I could take another loan out. Get another job. Ask my grandma for a couple hundred.



Or maybe I wasn’t meant to live in New York City with all the glitz and glamour. Maybe I was meant to go back home to Westchester, to the elite crowd I never fit in with and turn into someone like my mother, a Stepford wife who managed to escape but whose life was ruined forever. Or worse, like my father. Maybe I wasn’t meant to have a clean break.



I was about to stand when a heavy hand dropped on my shoulder and squeezed possessively. I froze and waited for Roger or Morgan to tell off the stranger lurking behind me but they were too busy eye-fucking each other.



Irritated with them, the situation, myself, I looked up and prepared myself to flip out on whoever wasn’t respecting my space. Then I I froze. With messy dirty-blonde hair and brown eyes that sizzled beneath the gauzy lights of the bar, the guy I wanted to tell off was pretty fucking good-looking. He looked about 35- so ten years older than me- and too old for me, but hot.



“You’re Johanna,” he stated, his voice deep and masculine as hell.



Then he sat down next to me and chugged the rest of my glass. He eased back comfortably, put a warm arm around my shoulders, and said hello to Roger. I was confused. His body language already said he owned me.



This is the guy, I realized.



Fuck.



“Johanna,” Roger said a few minutes later, “this is Tate. He works with me at the firm. You’ll like him.”



“More important if I like her, isn’t it?”



His brown eyes slid over me, taking in Morgan’s dress that didn’t fit me quite like it should, my dark hair with frosted blonde strands that was frizzy thanks to the messed up December weather, and my shoes that were far too high to walk in.



He lifted his glass to Morgan. “Fair effort, Morgan.”



Then he drank down the rest of it, signaling to a waitress for two drinks- one for me and one for him.



After he wiped his mouth and judged me one last time, he nodded to Roger. “She’ll do.” He paused and his eyes flicked to my bare knees. “For now.”



We didn’t say much to each other for the next hour. Roger and Tate talked amongst themselves. Morgan pretended to hang on to every word, stroking Roger’s tie and giving me a wink every now and then. Eventually a slow song wept across the dance floor and Roger, feeling younger than he really was, swooped Morgan up and onto the dance floor.




Being alone with Tate was uncomfortable. A thousand different excuses of why I had to get the hell out of there ran through my head, but then he shifted towards me. Disturbed, scared, worried, I stared at his clenched jaw.



“First thing’s first. I’m not like Roger. I don’t enjoy being the center of attention. I don’t want to lavish attention on you. I won’t. So if that’s what you’re looking for, you can just walk out right now.”



He paused for a moment, his eyes not on me but on the dance floor. I had the sensation he wasn’t watching the silhouettes of throbbing bodies but that his mind was elsewhere- far, far away from the stupid bar.



“Also, don’t expect this to be some kind of love affair. I give you money and you fuck me when I feel like it. You come with me to galas. You smile and pretend to be interesting.”



His eyes glittered as they met mine.



“Don’t ever think this is some kind of fairytale. I’m not going to magically fall in love with you and become reformed. I’m not some troubled guy in need of a girl to fix me. You’re not Julia Roberts and I’m sure as fuck not Richard Gere.” His brief grin told me he’d been down that road before. “I am who I am and I will treat you fairly well. Bills will be paid. I just ask you cooperate with me. I’ll be, for all intents and purposes, your sugar daddy.” A small grin twisted across his face. “Just don’t ever call me that. I prefer companion. Friend.”



“Benefactor?” I asked, playing along.



He smirked. Obviously he appreciated my effort. “That makes me out to be about 80, so no. The label of ‘friends’ will suit us just fine.”



Wordlessly he ordered us another round, the waitress barely having time to utter a word.



“I have to say you’re not at all what I expected.”



I swallowed, trying to keep up my facade of strength. “What did you expect?”



A shrug was his answer.



“Someone like Morgan,” I surmised.



He laughed and touched the part of my thigh where my skirt had ridden up. Tingles worked their way from my toes to my head. Already he touched me like I was his. A sobering thought came to me- I was likely his the moment I accepted Morgan’s effort to meet him.



“Yes, as a matter of fact, I did. Exotic. Confident. Flirty.” His fingers clenched into my skin as he added, “And fucking boring. It’s tiresome when a girl tries too hard, for both parties involved. Look at her out there, acting. Pretending. She’s not real. But that’s Roger’s kink, I guess.”



“You’re not like what I expected, either.” The words flew from my mouth before I could stop them. My mind sought frantically to reach out and grab them, collect them before he could hear, but his eyes were piercing mine and I knew it was too late.



“Oh? And what did you expect? Roger?”



Honesty seemed to be the theme of the night, so I went for it. “Someone ugly or seriously damaged. Someone with issues. Someone… just not like you. I don’t really understand why you’re doing this. You could go out with any woman you wanted. Why pay for it?”



He let out a dry laugh and took a last swig of his drink. “I pay for it anyway. At least in this kind of arrangement it’s understood and no one gets any impressions.” He swept a heated glance over my body. “I like timid girls. Honest girls. Sweet girls who haven’t learned every single way to charm a man so she can get what she wants. Girls who are the opposite of your friend out there. That’s hard to come by naturally in my world.”



Tate got up and dropped a bunch of bills on the table. “Sometimes novelty is a good thing. Naivety is underrated, too.”



He kissed me cheek and brazenly pulled down the strap of my dress to also peck my shoulder. “Don’t disappoint me.”



<>



It didn’t dawn on me until after he left that I didn’t have his number, but Morgan waved away my concern with a flick of her hand.



“You’re such an idiot sometimes. Of course he already has your number.”



“How did he-”



“I gave it to him, Johanna. You said yes to the offer so I gave it to him. Simple. Now let’s go home. I have a run in my stocking and a massive headache.”



We waved down a cab and settled into the back. Morgan was in a mood, but I couldn’t let myself get consumed with wondering why. Instead, I focused on the jerkiness of the drive, the sway of my body as the cabbie swerved from lane to lane, and the fact that I’d virtually sold my soul to an asshole.



An intriguing asshole. A handsome asshole.



An asshole, nonetheless. An asshole who would make sure he got all he wanted from me, like an emotional vampire. He would drain all of the little innocence I had left. I would turn into Morgan, I was sure of it- brittle, hard, tough, and disillusioned about the way the world really worked. I was already on that path, having so many dreams shattered and so many starts turn out to be false, but this was it. I was signing a contract, literally and figuratively, that would also sign away the last few pieces of myself I tried so desperately to hold onto.



We climbed up to our apartment still shrouded in quiet until I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed sound. I needed a friend. Unfortunately my best option at the moment was Morgan.



“What’s up with you? Did something happen tonight?”



Morgan fell into her bed, still wearing her dress and makeup. Her eyes stared at the ceiling as she said, “Yes. Something happened.”



My feet sighed when I yanked off the heels she’d forced me to wear. “Are you okay?”



“It’s part of the trade.”



“What is?” I yanked off her clothes and slipped into my bed naked, letting my identity take over again.



Whatever that was.



Her breath was uneven when she reached over for her lamp and confessed to the darkness. “Being left behind.”



“What do you mean?”



“Ugh. It’s like you’re thirteen.”



Her breathing was even choppier and I thought I heard a sniffle.



“I mean Roger told me tonight he’s going back to his wife. That he can’t afford to spend time or money on me. Which really means he met someone new. Unfortunately this can happen from time to time, but don’t freak out. Tate will treat you well for as long as you need him. This is my own bullshit. I always get with guys who can’t commit for long.”



Freaking out was part of my nature. Immediately thoughts of being used and discarded right after, going through all the self-torture and guilt and bullshit to only be cast astray, flew through my mind. It was terrifying. I also felt horrible for Morgan. She wanted to be a doctor. I knew some money was saved up but “some” is rarely enough.



“I don’t understand. He was so good to you tonight.”



“You’ll never understand men as hard as you try, just like they’ll never understand us. Our minds work differently. We’re different animals. It’s our curse. So stop worrying about me. This is my world. You’re just on vacation here. Now go to fucking sleep.”



<>



Two days later I was sitting in a cafe, sipping on tea and half-reading a book when a number I didn’t recognize flashed across the screen of my phone.



I’d almost put the night with the wealthy “benefactor” out of my mind. Almost. At night I thought of him, the way his jaw slid beneath the soft silk of his skin as he spoke, how he commanded someone like Roger to listen to him. He’d only spoken directly to me for a few minutes, but he had already seeped into my brain.



As soon as I saw the mysterious number, I knew it was him.



“Hello?”



“I’m thinking Nobu tonight. 8PM. Would you like me to pick you up or would you prefer meeting me there?”



My throat wasn’t working correctly. Neither was my heart. I knew he was interested- Morgan prophesied he’d be calling soon- but his invitation was making it come true. I wasn’t merely fantasizing about fucking for money; I was going to be doing it, and soon.



“You there?”



I cleared my throat. “Yes, sorry. That sounds good.”



“Do you like Japanese food?”



“Sure.”



He sighed slowly, as if releasing all the words he really wanted to say to me out into the atmosphere. I could tell he was trying to restrain himself, to be on his best behavior. For now.



“‘Sure’ isn’t an answer, Johanna. Not a real one.”



“I like Japanese food,” I breathed.



His smile was audible when he said, “Good. See you at 8. I’ll pick you up.”



Then he hung up.



<>



I must have tried on ten dresses before Morgan threw a heavy text book at me.



“Ow!”



I rubbed my arm and glared at her.



“Wear the red one and chill the fuck out. Tate is a pussy cat.”



My head shook back and forth. “No. You will not minimize him to me. I’ve already met him, remember? You can’t lie. He’s fucking terrifying.”



Morgan rolled her eyes. “Everything and everyone terrifies you.”



“Not true. You know he’s scary, that’s why you’re trying to be a bitch!”



She stood and stretched, casually picking up her book from the floor. “Johanna, deep breaths. Remember- he’s just a guy.”



There was a knock at the door immediately after her sentence and she gave me a meaningful look. I stared back until I gathered she meant for me to answer. I scurried to the door, knocking over a chair in the process. I was so busy being nervous and focusing on opening the door that I hardly saw him when I swung the door open.



He looked perfect. That’s not a joke- he was perfection. He wore a casual sweater and sleek dress pants. He seemed more like model than businessman to me. His hair was messier than the last time I saw him which managed to turn my legs into quivering stems. And his eyes, those eyes I thought about after switching off the light when I went to bed, were on me, sparkling brown beneath the obnoxiously bright hallway light.



“Nice outfit,” was how he greeted me. “You might want to consider getting dressed before we leave.”



I glanced down and- to my horror- I was still in my robe. I’d gone out to confer with Morgan after my tenth dress and completely forgotten to go get changed.



I realized the bitch plotted this and I threw her a nasty look. She could barely hold in her laughter. “Thanks a lot, bitch!”



Without speaking another word to him, I ran to my room and quickly slid the red dress on. A gaze in the mirror assured me I was all wrong. My makeup was wrong, my hair was wrong, my bangs were too poofy, my dress showed rolls, and I was wobbling in my heels.



I didn’t look like a high class call girl. I looked like a mess.



When I finally gained enough courage to step back out, I noticed Tate and Morgan were talking in hushed murmurs. When they noticed my presence, they stopped. I could taste the anger in the air. Of course I was curious, but I couldn’t demand an explanation yet. I just stored away the incident for question-asking later and plastered on a smile for the now.



“Let’s go,” Tate ordered. “The limo is waiting.”



And I followed, without realizing that I was already filling my role quite well.



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“We’ll have the Yellowtail Tartar, Bigeye Tuna Tataki, Sea Urchin Tempura, followed by the Spicy Garlic Scallops and the Colorado Lamb Chops.”



Tate handed the menus to the waiter, never taking his eyes off me. I was being tested. For what, I wasn’t certain. If he was trying to test my stomach, I knew my stomach and I would lose. I was a picky eater and none of his choices were appealing to me.



Unnerved by his constant gaze, I fidgeted and took an unwanted sip of the sake. I knew I would hate it and I was absolutely correct. I had to fight spitting it out.

That following story is based on a real experience of one of my dear readers and mail-friend called Michelle. So, Michelle, many thanks and kisses to you, for sharing that wonderful experience of yours with us.



Michelle is now well over 40 years old, but a beautiful and fun loving erotic woman and this is her true experience:



Michelle’s Story:



After a long time without any woman to woman sex, the only kind of sex that I like, a good friend of mine, Mike, who has connections to the escort business, kindly set me up for an evening with a beautiful young 18 year old sexy blonde girl named Amy. I never, ever thought that I would be in this position with basically a “prostitute” but I was missing sex so much and Mike knowing this was kind enough to help me with my decision and talked me into it….and I’m so glad that he did!



Well, it happened and it was just amazing, no just incredible! Such a night to remember and I will remember it forever! I left work a couple of hours earlier, to get home, get myself, my house and especially my bedroom ready for Amy. I put nice clean sheets on my bed, placed my vibrator with new batteries and my double and strap-on dildos on my bedside cabinet, ready for action. Then I had a quick tidy up around the house. I took a long bath in my jetted tub with bubbles. Then spent an hour in front of my mirror, to hopefully make myself sexy for her. I put on my Victoria secret sexy low cut bra and panties, my garter belt with my stockings, all black of course and one of my favourite black dresses which is low cut to show off my cleavage. I felt so sexy and I felt that I had done as much as I could to make myself sexy for her.



I had prepared some chilli, the night before and also prepared wonderful veggie and fresh fruit platters. I had also lit my candles in my living room and in my bedroom, to make the setting as romantic as possible, with classic romantic music playing low.





I spoke to Mike on Friday morning to tell him that Amy was coming over that night at 6.30pm, he promised me that I wouldn’t be disappointed with the girl that they send and he called at 6.00pm to ask if I was ready for her?



“I’m as ready as I guess I will ever be, but I’m so nervous.”



“Don’t worry,” he said, “You’ll have a great evening with her, so try and relax and enjoy! You know it’s been a long time since you have made love.”



“Yes, I know,” I said, “I am really excited, but I am still so nervous and I have really been ever since I made the arrangement. I’m old enough to be her Mom!”



“OH! Forget her age Michelle,” he said, “Who cares about her age? This is what she does for a living.”



“OK,” I said, “Yes you’re right!”



“That’s a good girl, just relax and be yourself and it will all just happen naturally.”



Amy was supposed to be at my place at 6.30pm and it was 6.20pm. I had calmed myself down, but as the time was getting nearer, those butterflies started to fly again. I was just fiddling about, not knowing what to do with myself, so I checked once more around my house, everything seemed to be neat, clean and tidy enough.



At 6.30pm my doorbell rang and I really had to compose myself. Oh please let it be Amy? It’s been soooo long since I’ve had some pussy. I hurried to my front door and quickly had a last second check in my hall mirror, my hair and make up looked ok and my dress was on straight. OK! I thought, It’s her it’s got to be! She’s standing outside. Now calm down! So, I opened the door and there stood this vision of beauty.



“Hello, you must be Michelle?” she said.



“Yes! And you must be Amy?”



“That’s me!” she said so full of confidence.



“Please, come in,” I said. She walked in flicking her sexy blonde hair as she smiled at me and my first thought was WOW! DEEELICOUS!!!!! Then she said, “You have a beautiful house!” “Thank you, yes I love my home, let me take your coat.”



Amy took off her beautiful long black leather coat and I hung it up in my closet. She was just so young and gorgeous, a sexy black baby doll dress and yes, she was wearing black nylons for me too, just as I had requested!



“WOW! You are so beautiful!” I said.



“Why, thank you,” she said.



“Let me take a look at you,” I said.



Then she spun around on the spot and I took in all of her beauty and my eyes stopped at her sexy stocking tops, with the sexy garter clips.



“You like?” said Amy……



“I LIKE!!!” I said.



I felt quite giddy and very turned on by her immediately, her beautiful long blonde hair, her blue eyes and her full and sexy lips. Thoughts were running crazily through my mind. I was imagining those sweet young lips on my pussy, sucking me so deeply and drawing me to a full orgasm. But, I still couldn’t believe that she was so young, in my house and that this was happening? And in a short while we were going to be very intimate.



“Would you mind if I take a look around this room?”



“No, please go ahead.”



“You have made it so romantic here, just for you and me?” she said.



“Yes, honey just for the two of us, nice and romantic just for you and me.”



She looked at all of my paintings, photographs and knick-knacks that I have collected over the years. She seemed so interested in everything. I stood back and let her wander around the room as I checked her out, I just couldn’t take my eyes off of her! Her tight ass, hourglass figure and firm tits! My knees were trembling! I felt that familiar yearning, deep in my pussy. “You have such beautiful stuff here, Michelle!” she said.



“Thank you, honey.”



“Everything is so very tasteful,” she added.



Amy sat down beside me and put her glass back onto the coffee table, and then turned to look at me, her gaze was amazing and I felt as if I was in a trance.



“You are a very beautiful woman, Michelle,” she said, as she held my hand in her soft young hands.



“Thanks,” I said, as I couldn’t take my eyes off of hers.



“Please don’t be afraid to kiss me and touch me, that’s why I’m here. I am all yours for the evening.”



My heart pounded again as she said that.



“What time do you have to leave?” I asked.



“Oh, I’m good until at least midnight.”



I just wanted time to stand still and be with this gorgeous young thing forever. With a shaky hand I touched her beautiful blond hair and ran it through my fingers. I love blondes! “



Pretty blond hair,” I said.



“Well, it is all natural,” she answered as she flicked her hair back so sexily.



“Your pussy too, is that blonde?” I asked.



“Yes, of course my pussy is blonde too, you’ll see it soon enough and if you are a good girl, I’ll even let you kiss it later.”



“Oh…. I can’t wait!”, I whispered to her, kind of out of breath.



We both leaned forward and we kissed, briefly again, Amy pulled back and then again stared into my eyes and said softly: “Don’t be nervous ok?”



“Ok baby, thanks,” I said.



We kissed again. This time Amy opened her mouth and my tongue went searching for hers. My heart pounded hard as we french kissed and we took each other into our arms. Her full lips were so soft and her tongue was wonderfully now forcing its way into my mouth. She smelled so wonderful and her young body against me on my couch was unbelievable. My nervousness just completely disappeared. I was now in familiar territory another woman in my arms…..at last!



My confidence and libido kicking in full speed. I put my hand on one of her legs and felt her sexy nylons, as we kissed, then I put my fingers under her stocking tops and then felt her garter belt. Her stockings were so silky and so sexy, I lifted my hand and felt my way up from her legs to her breasts, and then I fondled one of her young full breasts through her dress. She let out a little gasp of pleasure during our continuing kiss. We both leaned back on the couch and now our kiss was getting deeper and more passionate, our heads turning against each other as we sucked each other’s tongues so deeply and I kissed her so hungrily. I could feel my panties were beginning to get quite wet as Amy pulled away from our deep kiss, to take a breath and I gasped too in pleasure and slightly out of breath.



“Oh baby!” I said loudly! “You are so BEAUTIFUL! I want you so bad!”



“Shall we go to bed?” Amy asked softly



“Oh yes, can we?”



“Show me the way then…” said Amy.



I stood up and my legs almost gave way beneath me, I felt so weak. I put out my hand and Amy took it as I pulled her up off of the couch. I then took her into my arms and held her tight in a wonderful hug. I stroked her hair as our breasts crushed into one through our dresses. “Amy! This is so wonderful, thank you honey!”



“You’re welcome.”



I smiled at her and sighed, then said: “Come baby, let’s go to bed!”



So, I took Amy by her hand and we walked to the staircase and I let her go ahead of me. I let her walk up the stairs as I paused to see my sexy young lover, heading towards my bedroom and of course I wanted to look to see if I could catch a glimpse of her panties from behind too!



She caught me looking as she turned around to see where I was,



“Are you checking me out Darlin’?” she said. “You are so naughty!”



I thought to myself, “You don’t know just how naughty, I intend to be young lady!”



But, I just said “…. I know!”



I wanted so much just to grab her and devour her so quickly. But, again I held my composure and suddenly we were in my bedroom. Six long months, since another woman was there and I was going to enjoy every second of pleasure with her.



Amy asked, “What would you like me to do for you?”



“Oh, just about everything baby!”, I said in excitement.



“Would you like me to strip for you or do you want to undress me or would you like me to undress you? The choice is all yours Darlin’”



“What a choice!” I said. “I would like to have some more kisses, some nice deep and wet kisses, to really fire me up.”



I was already pretty fired up, but I love to kiss so much.



“That’s fine, as I said I am all yours tonight.”



“Let’s just lay on the bed and kiss, then I would love you to stand up and slowly take off your dress and your bra for me, But, leave your panties on, as I would like to take them off of you with my teeth. But I’ll tell you when to take off your dress, ok?”



“Ok, my Darlin’ whatever you want!”



Amy lay on the bed, she looked sooo sexy as she looked up at me and I couldn’t wait to join her, as I slid onto the bed beside her.



As you can imagine my panties were completely soaked by now! I took Amy in my arms again as I laid half on top of her. I got lost in her eyes and then we kissed, such deep, deep wet sloppy kisses, lots of tongues going back and forth into each other’s mouths. I rubbed my crotch against her leg as we kissed. I wanted to just eat her all up in one. The evening was still young and I had Amy just where I wanted her. We could leave the talking till later, when we take a break for something to eat and drink. Our lovemaking was just beginning and my sexually frustrated body was going to make the most of her loving. I couldn’t keep my hands to myself! As I laid bedside her, my left arm was beneath her head and as we kissed my right hand went to work, feeling her sexy stockings, pinching her tight young bum, sneaking a little feel of her pussy through her panties and fondling her tits through her dress. I wanted to enjoy her in her sexy clothes before she stripped off for me. I just loved the feel of her stockings and I wanted her to leave them on for me all through the evening. We kissed and kissed and kissed, her soft full lips felt so good on mine and she really did know how to french kiss too. I spent a lot of time kissing her pretty neck and playfully nipping away at her skin.



As we continued to kiss, I said: “Put your fingers into my panties honey!”



So Amy, put her hand up my dress and found the elastic of my panties, then she delayed putting her fingers inside them, which was so exciting! She made me wait and she asked: “What do you want, Michelle?”



“Oh, PLEASE finger me baby! Don’t make me beg! NOW Amy! Please put your fingers in me!”



Amy’s hand was now right in my panties. She teased my pussy lips and her thumb touched my clit, which sent a shiver of pleasure through me.



“Now, put your fingers in please… BABY!!! OH FINGER ME NOW!!!!”



“You don’t want to wait? Michelle!”



“Stop teasing me please!”



„…. AAAHHH!”



She slid two fingers into me at once and my soaking wet pussy slurped around them. I shivered again in ecstasy as she fingered me so beautifully. I moaned and gasped as I pulled away from a deep kiss as again, a huge surge of pleasure, went through me. I didn’t yet want to come, as I really wanted my first orgasm to be when she goes down on me. But, I guess with all of my pent up frustration, my first orgasm hit me hard! OH AMY! I’m coming!!!! I gasped. I thought that I could control it, but it just came out of nowhere and that was ok with me. I have plenty more where that came from, so it was all-good!



“Will you undress now for me baby?” I asked.



Amy got off of the bed and I reached over for my vibrator. She sexily let the top of her dress fall off of her right shoulder.



“Nice and slow, honey,” I said as I switched on my vibe pulled my panties to one side and inserted it into my soaked cunt. Now, I’m not usually a woman who swears, but when I’m making love, I love to swear and I’m very verbal and noisy, especially during my orgasms. I find that it so heightens my pleasure.



“That’s it baby undress nice and slowly,” I said as I pushed the vibrator, in and out and in and out, while rubbing my clit with my left hand. My vibrator was singing away as I took it all completely.



Amy’s dress dropped to the floor and she sexily stepped out of it.



“WOW!” I said as she stood there in her bra, panties and nylons. “You are soooo GORGEOUS! Baby! I’m just going to eat you all up! Now, take off your bra…that’s it nice and slow now!”



Amy looked at me so sexily as she opened her mouth and ran her tongue around her lips, which made me have a mini orgasm.



“Let me see your tits now honey!” I gasped and she pulled off her bra and her tits just held there!



“OH FUCK YEAH! mmmm! BEAUTIFUL!” I said. They were so perky. They had big areolas and nice big nipples, just as you said you like, although they weren’t dark.



Then she teased me by rubbing her tits and putting her head back and moaning, while still licking her lips!



“You sure know how to turn a woman on baby!” I said.



This young beauty just standing in front of me, with such a model perfect face and body.



I felt so unattractive in comparison to her.



I put my vibe back onto the bedside cabinet and stood up and said:



“Now come here and undress me!” I ordered!



Amy standing in front of me in only her panties and nylons put her arms around me to unzip my dress. I couldn’t resist fondling her beautiful naked tits and rubbing each nipple between my thumbs and forefingers. My dress fell to the floor and I stepped out of it.



“Now my bra baby…take it off!”



I continued to feel her tits and kiss around her neck while she fiddled with my bra strap. Then I cheekily dropped my head down to take one of her nipples into my hungry mouth. She pulled my bra away and my tits drooped down, as of course a woman my age they would! So, Amy and I were both standing facing each other, only in our panties and nylons. I pulled her to me and our tits crushed together and I made circling motions with my body as my hard nipples rubbed against hers. We stood there and we kissed again, so deeply. Amy fitted so perfectly in my arms as we both got lost in our wet, long and deep kisses. I dropped my hands down onto her bum and I pulled her cunt into my cunt and I rotated my hips. I pulled back and looked at her so intensely into her eyes, with her still in my arms.



“Can I take your panties off baby?”



“Yes you can, you so far have been a good girl,” she said, “but you have to remove them with your teeth ok?”



“O.K. honey!”, I gasped…. as I fell to my knees, kissing her navel as I went down. I grabbed the top of her panties elastic between my teeth and pulled my head down moving my head from side to side, bringing her panties down too. I could smell her cunt as it was being exposed to me. Amy stepped out of her panties as I was still on my knees. Her pretty pink cunt lips and clit were so sexy and looked so delicious! Just nestled in her beautifully trimmed cunt hair. I planted a kiss straight onto her cunt and just took in the musky scent of it.



“Lay down on the bed baby,” I said, “So I can suck you properly.”



Amy crawled onto the bed and lay down.



“Now open your legs nice and wide for me. That’s it”, I said, as Amy opened herself for me, with her legs bent at the knees. My heart was pounding even more than it was, when she first showed me her tits. I lay between her legs. She lifted her bum and as I held her sweet cheeks, I lowered my face into her pretty cunt. Her cunt lips and hair were glistening as I slowly parted her lips with my tongue. I lapped away at her sweet pussy and then pushed my tongue as deep into her as I could. I licked around the walls of her vagina and then sucked her deeply as she humped her cunt into my mouth; again I had a mini orgasm as she began to moan.



“Put your legs around me baby,” I said in some muffled tones as I continued to suck her…. so deeply! Amy continued to fuck my face and I wanted her not to come too quickly as I was in the place that I love to be in and that’s with another woman’s bum in my hands and my tongue inside her cunt!



Amy’s orgasm I could tell was getting closer, as her breathing quickened and she was moaning such sexy moans. I kept sucking her deeply, refusing to stop. Amy’s back arched as she reached her orgasm. I kept drinking her come as it filled my mouth. I wanted so much more of her pussy and I lifted my head to say: “I want more babe, is it ok?”



“You can have as much as you want, you lick me out so good! Please keep eating,” she said.



I went down on her again. I continued to eat her out and stuck a finger up her ass, in which she squealed with delight. Amy came again in my mouth three more times. I just could not get enough of her sweet and tight young pussy. But, my pussy was feeling that it was nearly time to have her sweet mouth on it. I lifted myself up and told Amy to turn over and get on her knees. She did as I requested and I said that I wanted to lick her ass.



So, I parted the cheeks of her sweet ass to reveal her hole, I shoved two fingers into her cunt and I tongued out her ass, as she wiggled in ecstasy….



“I love licking your ass!”, I gasped.



I wanted to spend some time licking her ass, but my pussy was just dripping at the thought of her tongue in it. Again thoughts were racing through my mind! Shall we 69 next? Or shall I just lay back and get her to lick me out first before I join her in a 69? “What wonderful choices I have,” I thought.



We 69d with me on top and we both came together, my orgasm just ripping through my body…so heavenly! I then strapped on my dildo and mounted her in the missionary position “Put your legs around me, baby”, I gasped and I fucked her nice and slowly to begin with, then very deep, while building up my thrusts, within minutes I was fucking her so hard as we kissed passionately. The bed springs were making such a beautiful sound as we fucked and Amy came in my arms as she pulled away from my kiss, moaning loudly through her climax.



I then strapped the dildo around her waist and laid back on the bed, with my legs wide open and said



“Now it’s my turn baby, give me a good fucking”



Amy mounted me and she was very good at this for such a young girl.



“Fuck me harder baby!”



She humped her cock into me. OH…. it was so delicious! She fucked me through two consecutive orgasms, which had me screaming at the top of my lungs. I’m sure that my neighbours were wondering what I was up to?

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