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Working Girl

By: piekna



I was sitting at my desk, processing orders and talking to clients on the phone and just basically bored out of my mind. I was also talking to him on Messenger. There was something about him that just made me smile when we talked, and something that made me do all sorts of things I shouldn't do, just because he asked.

This time, he told me to take off my nylons and panties and put them in the desk drawer and lock it -- bad girls like me don't wear panties with skirts. I got tingles all through my body just reading that. I blushed, glancing up to make sure that my office door was closed, then complied. He made me take a picture with my ever-present digital camera to prove it.

Of course, just this little indiscretion wasn't enough for him. Sure, I was sitting in my office without panties, but where was the danger in that? For one thing, I had my legs closed, which just wouldn't do. He had me sit at the edge of my seat and spread my legs as far apart as possible, opening my pussy up for him (or anyone who walked in). He had me pull my skirt up to my waist and take another picture. He was pleased with how wet his little slut was getting.

When I read that, I had to close my eyes and moan softly.

Still not satisfied, he told me that he wanted my nipples to be hard and poking out. He wanted everyone to see what a horny little girl I was. I took off my jacket and placed it over the back of my chair before I toyed with my nipples. At first, I just stroked my fingers lightly across them. Then, I began rubbing them harder with my thumbs. Soon, I was pinching them and pulling them, twisting them slightly for that bare hint of pain that made it all that much better. By the time I took that picture, my pussy was a dripping mess. I proved that, too.

I wanted so badly to cum, and I told him so, and he had me lean back in my chair, legs spread up and over the chair arms, and slide my fingers up and down my wetness. I took another picture for him, and another as my fingers slowly entered my achingly-empty hole. Another picture, this time of my fingers rubbing my clit, then another one as my back arched and I started to cum.

I bit my lip, grinding my hips against my hand, thrusting up at a cock that existed in my imagination but that I wanted so much to be in me at that moment. My gasps and moans escaped erractically as I tossed my head from side to side. And when I was done, I licked my fingers clean and tried to compose myself again.

And that's when I looked up and saw my boss standing in my doorway, a look of shock on his face.

I froze in my seat as my eyes met his, and I could feel the flush creep over my skin. We both just stared at each other for a moment, trying to find some scrap of etiquette learned along the way that might be adapted to this sort of situation. What should I say? Do? Why oh why wasn't the earth opening up and swallowing me?

He cleared his throat and quietly said, "Please come to my office, Ms. Matheson. Immediately." Then, he turned and walked away.

I quickly signed off of my computer and straightened myself a bit more before rushing to his office. I didn't have time to put my panties and nylons back on, so I was extremely self conscious as I entered the room with him staring hard at me. He had me close and lock the door and told his secretary to hold all of his calls. Then he looked at me so intensely and seriously that I was sure I was about to be fired.

"Sit down, Ms. Matheson," he said. "I'd like to talk to you about what I just saw in your office." I gulped and nodded as I almost collapsed into the chair across from his desk. "It seems to me that you weren't doing your work, were you?" he asked, sternly.

I shook my head, "N-no."

"Well then, what were you doing, Ms. Matheson, if you weren't doing your work?" His eyes pinned me to the seat and much as I wanted to look away, I couldn't.

"I-I was... um... p-playing," I whispered, using the first euphemism that popped into my head. The flush on my face deepened as he raised an eyebrow at me.

"Playing?" he said with dry amusement. "And what were you playing with?" He smirked at me and glanced down at my legs. I nervously pulled my skirt down, but he said, softly, "Don't."

My breath caught in my throat as I opened my mouth to answer. I gulped again and said, "With my um... self. Sir." I couldn't take it any more and finally looked down at my hands in my lap. I looked up again, though, when I heard him move around to lean on the front of his desk. I bit my lip as he stared down at me and gasped in suprise when he moved his hands away from where they were clasped in front of him, revealing a bulge in his trousers.

"With yourself," he said slowly, ignoring the fact that my eyes kept wandering down to stare at his cock. "Playing with yourself on company time. Tut tut, Ms. Matheson, that's hardly what we pay you for, now is it?" He smiled down at me, almost kindly, and I nervously smiled back.

"Well, no sir, I suppose it isn't." I answered.

"Right," he replied, "because if we paid you to play with yourself, why ... you'd basically be a company prostitute, now wouldn't you?" He laughed, and I tried to laugh with him, though at this point I was getting a bit confused. Was I going to be fired? Reprimanded? Let off the hook?

"What would you think of that position, Ms. Matheson?" he suddenly asked. "This isn't the first time I've seen you flushed and breathless on the job, and I doubt you've been running marathons in your office. Do you often play with yourself on the job?" His left hand was now stroking idly up and down along his cock and I was mesmerized by it.

"I... well, I suppose... kind of often," I replied, lamely. I couldn't seem to think that clearly while he was standing just two feet away from me, stroking his cock through his trousers and acting as if there were nothing unusual happening.

"Why don't you do it, now?" he said. His voice was suddenly huskier and his eyes were sparked with lust as he gazed down at me. For my part, I was of course aroused by this virile and handsome man who was so obviously aroused by me, but more importantly I was overcome with disbelief that it was really happening.

My mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out, so he spoke again, "Play with yourself, Ms. Matheson... I know you want to. And I definitely want you to, too." With that, he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his thick, hard cock so that I could see it. I licked my lips and moaned. "That's it," he said, "if you want to see me stroke my cock for you, you have to give me something to watch. Now spread yourself like you did in your office, and play for me."

I nodded, mutely, never taking my eyes from his cock as I slouched down in the chair, shyly pulling up my skirt. His gasp of pleasure was followed by a twitch of his cock as my pussy came into view, and that gave me the confidence to once more spread myself wide with my legs over the chair arms. This time, though, I had an audience.

I wasn't too surprised to find myself wet. Between my earlier orgasm and the sight of my boss stroking himself, I was practically dripping. I ran my fingers up and down my slit, getting them nice and wet before I started to fuck myself for him. Two fingers moved in and out of my soaking pussy as my thumb rubbed back and forth across my clit. My hips moved in the air, grinding against and invisible body, begging for more penetration than my fingers could provide. The gasps and moans that escaped from my open mouth encouraged both of us to speed up.

He moved closer as we both neared orgasm, our hands flying in masturbatory glee, and I watched as he gathered up the precum as it leaked from the head and used it to lubricate his strokes. He grunted out that he was close just as my own breathing sped up erratically and then he was shooting his cum all over my slit. I rubbed it in, loving the feel of it on me, and then I started cumming, too.

He collapsed against the desk, breathing hard, as I slowed the movements of my hand and gathered up our cum so I could taste it. He watched me lick my fingers clean, and moaned as I sucked each one in turn. When I was finally satisfied and had lowered my legs again, I blushed once more and looked at him.

He was still hard.

He stared at me as the flush took over my face. "So lovely," he said, causing me to look away, again. "Did I say you could look away?" His tone was gentle, but with steel in it, and I quickly looked back up at him. He lifted my chin with his finger, still staring in my eyes as he said, "you really do love to get off, don't you?"

I bit my lip and nodded, "yes sir" I whispered.

"Yes sir, what?" he asked, a smile on his face.

"Yes sir, I love to get myself off," I quickly replied, though still softly.

"We're going to have to work on your confidence, I think, Ms. Matheson. I want you to answer my next question a bit louder, alright?" I nodded, and then he continued, "Do you like the taste of cum?" He was leaning back against the desk again, his hard cock pointed right at me, and I had to force myself to look at his face instead of the dick I was so distracted by.

"I..." he looked at me sternly, so I cleared my throat and said a bit louder, "I love the taste of cum, sir." His large smile made me feel a bit more confident in myself, so I smiled back. I was still completely overwhelmed by the afternoon's events, but I was starting to bounce back a bit and wasn't quite a fish out of water any more.

"How about you come over here and show me how much you love it?" he asked with a gesture toward his cock before he sat down behind his desk.

I was going to walk over to him, but then I remembered something that a previous boyfriend had loved. I slid out of my seat and crawled over on my hands and knees, my back arched as much as possible and my hips and breasts swaying as I went. He obviously enjoyed it, as well, since I heard him take in a sharp breath and then moan, and he was stroking his cock by the time I got over to him.

"Oh, you are a naughty one, aren't you?" he said with a approval in his voice. My only answer was to smile and nod as I knelt between his legs and slowly unbuttoned my blouse. His eyes were riveted to my fingers as they slowly pushed each button through its hole and revealed the soft, sweet skin of my breasts one tantalizing inch at a time.

He groaned as I leaned in and replaced his hand with my own. I gently grasped his erection in my fingers and smiled up at him, parting my lips slightly while I rubbed the head of his cock along my cheek and across my lips. I kissed the head, sucking just a tiny bit before I leaned back again and just ran my fingers lightly and teasingly up and down the shaft. I bent my legs up and spread them, giving him a perfect view of my open pussy as my skirt slid up. I reached behind me and released my bra clasp, slowly sliding the straps off my shoulders and then letting the cups fall into my hands. He moaned again when my breasts were revealed and cursed slightly when I lifted one up and licked the nipple.

"God, suck my cock you little tease," he panted, and I was just about to oblige when his secretary buzzed and told him that an important client needed to speak with him right away.

We looked at each other and there was no way that I could get dressed and out the door in 30 seconds or less, so I did what anyone else would do. I ducked under his desk and brought my clothes with me. He straightened his tie and moved to do up his pants but I whispered a quick "please don't" and moved his hand away. His cock, which had dropped to half-arousal, began to come back to life at the thought of me sucking him off during a meeting.

I admit, the idea affected me, as well.

His secretary showed the client in and they began to talk. I paid no real attention to what they were saying as I was focused on the hard phallus before me. Again, I let my fingers run up and down the sides of his flesh, smoothing my thumb across the head to gather up the drop of precum there and then circling it around the head. He shifted in his seat, spreading his legs a bit to give me more room, and I reached in and brought his balls out of his zipper. He cleared his throat above me and I could feel him tense as I took each ball into my mouth in turn to suck on it, gently.

I shifted my position so that I was straddling his lower leg and I pulled up his pants so that I wouldn't stain them. He coughed again at the feeling of my hot, wet pussy rubbing up and down on his shin and I stifled a moan of my own by descending on his cock.

I started with just the head, swirling my tongue around it and then into the hole at the tip to lick up the precum. I eased off and drooled onto his cock to lubricate it, then resumed sucking, this time taking in more of his shaft. I began to bob up and down, slowly, not wanting him to cum both because of my own enjoyment and because of my concern for how he might cover that up in front of the client. I doubted a cough could hide an orgasm.

With each descent I was taking more of him and soon I was able to slide the entirely of his cock into my mouth, with the head entering my throat. I breathed through my nose and tilted my head a bit and it just slipped right in. It may have been a while since I'd last done this, but I still remembered my tricks. With my lips around the base of his cock, I wiggled my tongue along the underside of his penis and then out to lick the tops of his balls. When I did that, one of his hands appeared under the desk and grabbed my head to hold me there.

Apparently, I'd been sucking longer than I thought because I heard the office door open and close and then he moved his chair back and looked down at me. We were alone once again.

"Holy fuck you're a good cocksucker." The look on his face was lust mixed with awe, and he let me come up for air long enough to thank him before he pushed me down again. I moved faster now that I wanted him to cum. Looking him in the eye, I moaned around his cock and did everything I could to get him off. I sucked harder, then softer. I gave him lots of tongue. I twisted my head to change the sensations. And, as always, I took him in to the root before backing off.

My own movements against his leg were speeding up, now, and my fingers plucked my nipples, pinching and pulling them as I got closer and closer to orgasm.

"That's it, you naughty little cocksucker... you want to cum don't you?" I nodded but didn't slow down my sucking. "I want you to cum, too... do it, my little cumslut... cum for me." I shuddered against his leg, surprised by how easily I could cum at just his say-so. "Fuck, you're so goddamned hot" he groaned as he once more tangled his hands in my hair and pushed all the way into me before emptying his load down my throat.

After the second shot, he pulled back a bit and I collected his cum in my mouth. When he was done I showed it to him before swallowing (another lesson learned from my ex) and then bent down to lick him clean.

He patted my head and ran his fingers through my now-thoroughly-mussed hair. "Mmmm... that's a good girl," he said. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun together." 

Working Girl



I didn't ask Dan, I already knew what his answer would be. I do know I was shaking as my hand hovered over the keyboard of my computer.

I reread the ad I had written for an online erotic website.

"Attractive lady available for romantic interludes with discriminating gentlemen." it read. 

I touched the "send" button, then placed my face in my hands and wept.

My name is Dana. I suppose anyone would say I am fairly attractive. I certainly am no raving beauty but I could always hold my own at parties. My body is slim, 125# and 5'5". My breasts are small but firm, my stomach is as flat as it was when I was 18. A result of my 3 times a week workouts at the gym for the last decade.

I remember the day my husband Dan bought the Corvette. He was so proud of it, he polished it and dabbed at it. He always had the soft cotton cloth in his hands when he was near it, wiping constantly.

I rode with him several times, he wouldn't let me drive it.

"Too much power, easy to lose it." he told me flatly, as he expertly worked the controls.

It did have that, but Dan drove very well, so I wasn't worried.

I remember the knock on the door, I was just setting some fresh pastry into the oven to bake. Dan would be home soon, he loved my homemade pastries. I had switched to some low calorie sugar, realizing Dan was developing a bit of a spare tire around the middle. I was hoping he didn't notice the difference. 

I still had the oven mitts on my hands when I opened the door, two policemen stood there and my world crashed around me.

It was almost a full year before they allowed me to bring Dan home. His crushed body sat strapped into the wheelchair, he had the use of just his left hand. He was quite adept at the controls, his arm strapped to the armrest so his fingers could keep the buttons readily available. He could not speak or turn his head. I tended to his body functions, and constantly monitored his body temperature.

But inside, this was my Dan, the man I loved. He used his still working fingers to try to write, laboriously adding the words to the screen he sat in front of. The idea was to sell some of his work to assist with our rapidly fading finances.

It wasn't going well. I read some of Dan's work, it was like he was several different people. Sometimes he wrote as a woman, sometimes as a man. Several different men, several different women. The words came out of him in bits and pieces, portions of real and what had to be fantasy all mixed together oddly.

I came to understand that the world he lived in now was nearly all inside of him. I had begun the process of putting all of the crazy quilt of his writing together in some order that would make sense. There was a book, a story in there, if I could sell it...

The days went on, our lives slowly spiraled downwards.

There was insurance, I remember Dan speaking of it the day we signed the policy.

"No matter what happens, we will be all right." He had told me, giving me a hug.

It was always a small struggle to even make the premiums, several times I had thought it was a waste of money we badly needed.

But now it wasn't enough. I learned that there can never be enough. Most of the medical costs were covered, but what about life and living? "90% of all medical over..." the one clause read. It sounded great, except for the first $10,000 we paid, a deductible to make the policy affordable in the first place. Plus his bills were way over a million dollars.

And growing.

In just two short years, I was behind on the house payments. Our tiny savings account, the one we had added $100 to each month to tide us over in retirement? Long gone. I even sold our new minivan and bought an older Dodge. Government disability was a stipend, it helped but that was all.

I could not work full time, Dan required constant care to maintain his body temperature and take care of his other needs. I could leave for a few hours but that was it.

I tried to hire someone to help, but my secretarial skills had a limit to income potential, a nurse cost more than I could earn.

Plus try to get hired anywhere with an invalid husband, hoping for company insurance? Sure, that will work. Now the bank wanted our house. The nice man who came to speak with me was "really sorry, but..." Then he had looked me up and down with a grin and mentioned that "Something could be worked out."

I knew what he meant. 

Finally, it had come down to this. We were falling behind at the rate of $2000 each and every month.

I returned to tending to Dan, nothing to do but wait. I wasn't sure if anyone would even be interested in a 32 year old housewife. 

It wasn't long, though. I opened my emails to a dozen responses.

Several were outright rude, just one sounded all right. He introduced himself as Carl, I answered, sending a picture of myself taken on the beach in a conservative bathing suit.

I got an almost instant reply, and after a few surprisingly polite emails, we set a date to meet at a local hotel lounge.

I was scared to death as I dressed in my best black evening gown, off the shoulder on one side and slit up the side to mid-thigh. I had carefully trimmed myself, powdered, makeup and hair to the best of my ability. I had thought of sexy undergarments, then realized there was no need.

I splurged some cash we couldn't afford on a taxi, I didn't want Carl to know what I drove partly because the car was cheap and partly so I couldn't be traced back to my home.

My sexual experiences up until now were limited to a few struggles in the back seat of cars in high school and some short term affairs in College. Then I met Dan, a fine and gentle lover. We fell in love, we were so happy. But Dan was not really the type given to wild sex, we were...well, normal. So I really had no idea at all what to do or what to expect from the man I was going to meet.

"Looking good, lady!" the taxi driver said as he dropped me off at the hotel. I didn't respond. Mustering my courage, I walked into the lounge. Letting my eyes adjust, I looked around for Carl. Not seeing him, I made my way to the bar, ordered a soda.

It was just minutes before I saw him. He was looking around, too. Spotting me, he walked over and asked, "Dana?"

I turned, giving him my best forced smile. He was in his early 50's, tall and well dressed. There was a trace of grey at his temples, the smile on his face gave me some comfort.

"You are much prettier than your picture."

"Thank you." I answered, trying to hide my nervousness.

"Shall we retire to my suite?" he asked.

That was to the point, I downed my soda and got up.

His room was way up high, I looked around as he opened the door, it wasn't cheap. Somehow that helped.

"Music?"

"Sure." I found the sofa, settled as the soft sounds of a female singer filled the air.

He joined me on the sofa, handed me an envelope. I almost made the mistake of asking what it was for, then I knew that it would have the $500 I had asked for. I didn't open it to count it.

I realized he was looking at me expectantly. I am not sure what I thought was going to happen, small talk, a seduction perhaps?

"What would you like?" I asked.

He looked at me oddly.

"Would you undress for me?"

I hesitated. Again he gave me that odd look.

"Have you ever done this before?"

"No." I burst into tears, couldn't help it.

He put his arm around me, waited for me to stop. He looked uncomfortable.

"Look, we can just..."

"No, I have to!"

I stood up quickly, slipped the strap from my shoulder. I slid the zipper down, let my dress drop. I was naked underneath.

Carl smiled, looked me up and down pointedly. I fought the urge to cross my arms across my chest, cover my groin with my hands. I just stood there and waited, letting him look. He took his time, seeming to like what he saw.

"I assume you will do oral?"

"Yes."

I dropped to my knees before him, struggling again. I had only done some minor attempts with Dan, I really had no idea at all what to do.

Reaching for the front of Carl's slacks, I managed to fumble the belt open and trip the button at the top. Then the zipper. I reached up to each side and tugged, my motions were not graceful. He lifted his hips to help me, an amused expression on his face.

Expecting a huge erection, I was surprised to find little if any sign. I reached out and lifted his soft member, then leaned in and sucked him into my mouth. His taste was musty, not unpleasent, with a faint flavor of soap. I sucked and licked with what I thought was energy.

"Easier. Tease it."

I mumbled something and continued, careful to keep my teeth clear. I had read somewhere about that. Finally I felt his testicles tighten, then his penis began to grow. It grew so much that I could only barely keep the head of it in my mouth.

Glancing up, I saw his eyelids flutter. I realized he might ejaculate into my mouth, no one had ever done that before. Carl reached down and stopped me before that, though.

He pulled me up onto the couch, then pressed me backwards. I braced myself, letting him push my legs open. His mouth found my breasts, I felt my nipples tighten at his efforts. Then he was pushing at me, probing. His firm penis rubbed against my leg, then against my stomach. I felt my body begin to betray me, I felt the flood of wetness. I wanted to cry out, but I didn't.

Carl's hand came down between my legs, spread me. I just relaxed and let him. I knew he could feel my moisture, the thought made me flush. Then he entered me, first a small amount. My body seemed to press back at first, then I took a deep breath. He slid in all the way. I had done it, I had let it happen.

Carl began to pound away at me, several times I felt him pause to regain control, he was stretching the time, I knew. I was struggling to keep from orgasming, and I was losing the battle.

I fought to keep my mind on Dan, that this was for him, for us. Not for me. Then all I could do was feel the sensations, my body, untouched for more than a year was on fire.

I know I cried out as the first wave swept over me, followed quickly by a second one as his pelvic bone pressed firmly against mine. My legs opened even wider, I was no longer allowing, I was fucking him back!

Then I felt Carl shudder, and I felt extremely wet, I knew he had come inside me. That was when I remembered the condoms I had bought, still in my purse. Stupid of me.

Carl pulled out, leaned back on the couch. I jumped up and went to the washroom, flushed myself as best I could. God. Such a pro I am, I thought.

I returned naked to the main room, reached for my dress. Carl sat there naked also, studying me as I redressed. He had a satisfied look on his face, his now limp member shiny with the mix of our juices.

"That was different," he said.

"Thanks," I mumbled.

"You will get the hang of it."

"I suppose it shows that I haven't..." my voice trailed off.

"Yea. Made it fun. Got a card?"

I didn't have one.

I found a scrap of paper, jotted down my number.

"I have a few friends that would be interested in you." He told me.

I just nodded.

"Not very many of you gals have real ones." He was grinning.

"Good night." I told him, actually blushing as I headed for the door.

I counted the money in the envelope on the way down in the elevator.

Yes, $500. I stuffed it in my purse.

Outside, I hailed a taxi. The driver looked me up and down as I got in. I gave him the address, we pulled out into traffic.

Halfway there, I caught him watching me in the mirror.

"Working girl?"

God. Did it show already?

"Yes". No point in denying now.

"How much?"

I smiled at him.

"$500."

"$500!" he exclaimed. "Holy shit! Too rich for me, lady. Maybe trade for rides?"

I didn't answer.

I leaned my head against the window as we rolled through the dark streets for home. A tear drifted down my cheek.

Yes, working girl. Already even the driver could see it.

Working girl.

MGM 



Working Girl



"Room 233, see you then." I replied, turning the phone off and making my way to the mirror. The client was downstairs in the lobby, on his way up. I surveyed myself one last time. Twenty eight, light curly brown hair, cascading down shoulders that were barely tan. Body athletic, toned but not beefy, stomach sporting a flat muscular look, legs smooth, thighs strong. 32C breasts perking upwards, seemingly larger then normal on her small 5'4 frame, nipples known for their sensitivity. Her breasts were covered by a black bra, her trimmed pussy by a matching pair of bootie shorts. Ass cheeks stopping just deliciously shy of her legs. Most men turned their heads when she came in and when she went out. Yes, her client should be happy. 

He had made no special requests, didn't elaborate on himself. Merely mentioned business and a way to relieve some stress before his final meeting. That was fine. That was all a professional girl like her needed. I called my security across the hall, told him everything was fine as I went to answer the client's knock on the door. 

"Hello, please come in." I said, opening the door wide enough for him to just slip in. He was a bit tall, probably 6 feet. Dark hair, toned body from the looks of it, bit of a tan but not too much. 5 O' clock shadow. Bit of a James Bond type. Well, he was certainly more preferable then many of the old fat CEO's she got. 

Quickly closing and locking it. I felt his eyes travel over my body as I came up to him and took his coat and briefcase. Sitting them down I turned back towards him, his eyes moving back up from my ass to my pussy to my chest, finally to my face. I could tell from the look he was pleased.

"Hello, Kara, I presume?" 

"You presume correctly." I reply, head tilted to one side, sheepish smile on the lips, a bit of teeth biting the lower one. Be sexy, be innocent at the same time. Whatever turns the client on. Pause for 30 seconds, let him look you over then slowly walk towards him. One hand on his chest, mouth close to his, eyes into his eyes, just as your mistress taught you long ago. 

"Shall we get started then baby?" I whisper to him, voice deeper then normal. Make him think your already aroused. His hand slips out an envelope from his pocket, depositing it on a nearby nightstand. No need to count the money, business men of his caliber and women of her reputation don't cheat. Reputation is everything in this business. 

"Very well." He replies, a small smile on his lips. Yes, he already feels in control, already feels the power he is supposed to hold over her. Good. I wrap my arms around his neck, pushing my chest into his body, one leg wrapping around him as I slide my lips over his. I moan into his mouth as his hands explore my body, running up my side as the other goes down to cup my ass, pulling me into him. My breasts flatten against him, my stomach pushing into his crotch. Tongues slowly stroking each other, my hands go through his hair as he pulls me hard against him. "Mmmm" I moan into his mouth, most men couldn't kiss. He wasn't too bad. 

I feel the first stirring of his loins down below. Already his mind has let him be intoxicated with the power he thinks he has over me. I slide my tongue over the row of his teeth, feeling their smooth ivory as his hands squeeze my ass roughly, one hand already inside my underwear squeezing my soft flesh. His lips move off my lips, going towards my ear I tilt my head, allowing his mouth to suck on my earlobe. "Yes baby..." I sigh, his tongue gently rubbing my inner ear. His hands travel up the small of my back and along my spine, despite my best efforts my body tingles a little as his hands glide along my rib cage. 

"Mmmm..." I lean my head back, his teeth sink into the soft flesh of my neck as his hands move to my chest, gripping my breasts through my bra. Squeezing them roughly. Typical man, I thought, always too rough there. Doesn't matter, my body is here for the client. 

Slowly I unbotton his shirt, kissing his neck as his hands continue to grope my breasts, squeezing them together. Finally he is forced to stop as I bend down and suck on one of his nipples for a moment, looking up at him as my teeth gently nip it. I continue moving down, trailing my finger nails along his sides.

"God, your one hot slut." He breathes, looking down at me with lust filled eyes as I slowly descend to my knees, pulling his pants down with me. His boxer covered crotch is staring directly in front of me, chained only by a pair of blue boxers. 

"You haven't seen anything yet." I smile at him mischievously before sliding my hand over his hard on, rubbing his cock through his shorts for a moment while my other hand tickles his balls through the fabric. I pull his boxers down and off, revealing a nice large cock staring at me, visibly getting harder by the moment. "Mmmm." I moan appreciatively, always getting turned on by a beautiful specimen I feel my pussy getting hotter. Well, even prostitutes enjoy their job sometimes. 

I push him back towards the bed, wrapping my small fingers around his cock I pull down a bit, forcing him to sit on the edge where I begin to stroke him. As he looks down he sees my fingers slowly spreading his precum around the tip of his cock, my breasts framed sexily by my bra just under him, ready to catch any falling cum as my lips lightly kiss his balls. I take one of them in my mouth, gently sucking on it as my hand lazily goes up and down his cock. I feel my pussy getting the first tinglings of wetness as my mouth switches to his other testicle. His hands go through my hair as he tells me to suck his balls. Slowly my mouth works its way up from his ball sack to the base of his cock, I lick my way up, tonguing it like a lollipop. 

I look up into his eyes as my tongue presses under the head of his cock, he moans a little before grabbing my head. "Suck on my cock slut." He grabs my head and pushes my lips down around his cock. Used to rough treatment I merely moan, pretending to enjoy it as my lips touch his pubic bone. His cock head squeezed by the contracting muscles in my throat. His hands lessen a little and I come up for air. Stopping with his head still in my mouth, I open in a wicked smile, laughing at him as my tongue flicks his piss hole. His body shudders a little as I take him back into my mouth. Moving up and down, sucking out the precum of this man as my body slowly builds to a state of arousal. While the job was for the most part disgusting, the power you had over men could be exhilarating. 

Sliding my tongue underneath the shaft of his cock I move my head up and down. Giving him a blowjob to remember, I moan around his cock in my mouth, sending vibrations through his shaft. Half enjoying it up also half intending to make him feel like a million bucks. Sounds of sucking and slurping fill the room, his head is leaning back as my lips suck him off. 

His cock head slowly pops out of my mouth, I continue to stroke him with my hand for a moment, looking up at him before I reach around and undo my bra. I feel my pale breasts bounce lightly as the bra releases it's support. My hard nipples point up as I look up at him, his mouth slightly open, staring at my chest. I grin for a moment, staring up at him while my hands cup my breasts. I pinch my nipples gently, moaning as I feel the tingles in my pussy. I squeeze them together, letting his mind wander for a moment while I pleasure my tits. Still holding my breasts I lean forward and take his cock back in my mouth. I steadily blow him, my mouth moving up and down, saliva coating his cock as I play with my breasts. I squeeze them gently, enjoying the sensations as I taste some of his precum on my tongue. Finally I move up with only his head in my mouth, my tongue gently probing into his piss hole as I wrap my breasts around his cock. I feel a mixture of warm saliva and precum between my breasts as I slowly move them up and down on his cock. Most men have not had breasts wrapped around their pricks, I knew this was a real winner for most of my clients. 

"God baby," he panted, his mouth hanging open as he watched his cock disappear between my tits. 

"You like this honey? You like fucking my tits?" He simply moaned in response as I sucked on his head, flexing my sexy back so that my breasts continued their milking of his cock while my tongue reaped the rewards of their efforts. Up and down my breasts went. I knew the sight was more important then the feeling so I paused. "Men don't go to prostitutes for love sessions baby, they want a nasty woman." Memories of my mentor's advice always traveled through my mind, especially at times like this. Taking my lips off his cock I looked him in the eye and opened my mouth, allowing my saliva to slowly dribble out of it onto his cock and my breasts, lubricating the canyon between my tits. 

I pushed my breasts firmly back around his cock as I moved them up and down. "Your cock feels so good between my tits baby. I bet you want to cum on my tits don't you?" I tease him, momentarily rubbing his cockhead against my nipple in slow circles. I move it to the other one, enjoying the sensation for a moment before I wrap my breasts around him again. "I love cum on my tits, and I love it when my girlfriend sucks them clean afterwards." I see his eyes glaze over as he imagines another girl sucking cum off my tits. I grin inwardly as I move my breasts up and down his cock.

Years of experience eventually made it very obvious when a man was about to cum. The shorter and quickening breathes, the tightening of the ball sack, her breasts wrapped around a cock. All of it were signs of an impending climax. So when he grabbed her head and pushed, holding it with her lips wrapped his shaft she knew what was happening. His legs twitched and his stomach spasmed as I felt his cock spurt hot cum in my mouth. I could taste the overwhelming liquid everywhere as he came. I continued to suck, my tongue feeling his sperm swirl around it as I pushed it against his piss hole. I felt his body release its control, surrendering to me as it continued to spasm in my hot, wet mouth. Streams of hot sticky cum spurted into my mouth, warming my throat as it flowed down. Some of his cum escaped my mouth and dribbled down onto my tits. I felt my booties start to get damp as I exercised the control a woman had over a man. He started moaning and whimpering at the same time, enjoying the sensations as her sucking mouth didn't stop, making the orgasm almost painful. I knew his cock was empty, but the longer you suck the longer his orgasm lasts and the more painful it becomes. "Baby stop!....oh...ah...!" His legs bucked as my mouth finally relented to mercy and stopped its sucking. 

I smiled evily, his cockhead suspended in my mouth by my teeth. I winked at him before giving his cock one more hard suck, enjoying his pained expression for a moment before I slide my mouth off. Taking my fingers I gently scoop up the cum on my tits and bring my fingers to my mouth I suck the cum off for a moment. I open my mouth, letting him see his cum as it slides down my throat. I saw his cock twitch in the corner of my eye as I felt the hot liquid go down. Chuckling inwardly I stood up, wow but men were easy... and predictable. 

I moved past him onto the bed. My breasts jiggling gently as I slowly lowered by body down onto the bed. I laid on my back, my breasts moving up and down on my chest as I breathed, I stared at him, my fingers tracing the outline of my pussy between my legs. A small damp patch could be seen on them. I slid my fingers under the elastic band and found my folds. I dipped a finger into my pussy, yes I was wet, I thought. I suppose the client wasn't bad looking. I could do for another fuck today. The first two clients had not lasted long. I dipped another finger into my hole, arching my back, allowing him to see my perfect breasts jut upwards as my fingers were slowly coated by my juices. I brought them back out and up to my lips. I loved the taste of my own nectar, sliding the fingers in and out, suggesting numerous things to his slowly recovering cock. 

"Are you just going to sit there big boy? Does this cowgirl need to please herself?" I ask saucily, moving my lithe body along the sheets, my curves inviting his lips and hands to numerous places. 

"Haha," he chuckled. "Darling, by the end of this I am going to have you screaming, begging me to stop fucking that little body of yours." 

I glanced at the clock for a moment. Plenty of time. He had paid for an extra hour. Apparently confident in his abilities. "Well then, why don't you come use this body? I feel like screaming today."

He moved above me, I felt his weight descend bear down on me as his lips found mine. I was a bit surprised, most men didn't like to kiss after they had cum in my mouth. He didn't linger at my lips long. He found my neck again and he ran his teeth along it. I slid my feet up along his legs as I ran my hands through his hair. Gently pulling his head down, leading him to my chest I sighed happily. Arching my back to encourage him I felt his tongue flick my nipple, sending little waves through my body. I pressed his head against my chest, moaning happily as his mouth sucked my nipple inside. "Thats it baby, suck on my tits. Mmmm..." I grabbed his other hand and roughly pushed it into my other breast. Immediately his hand gripped it hard, "thats it, squeeze my tits!" I barked loudly, encouraging him to take my body. He needed none. "Uh!" I gasped loudly as his teeth bit down, squeezing my nipple hard between his teeth. Apparently he liked to be rough. Well, I aim to please. 

"Yes! Hurt my tits! Bite them! Mmm, yes! Like that....harder baby." His other hand was busy, one moment gripping my breast roughly, white finger marks left behind, getting red as the blood rushed to them. I gasped loudly as his finger pinched my nipple hard, pulling on the nub, raising my breast off my chest for a moment before he grabbed the whole thing again. Squeezing it like a tube of toothpaste. I watched as my breast was constricted in his hand, my nipple and the top part of it bulging above his hand. I whimpered a little, never one to really like it rough. Clients needs always came first though.

I felt his other hand grab the breast in his mouth, he squeezed my tits together now, watching them rub against each other between his hands. I moaned loudly, wrapping my feet around his legs and stroking the hair on his head as he pinched my nipples hard. Banging my tits against each other roughly. A small whimper escaped my mouth. I felt his wet cock twitch against my thigh as he his eyes looked into me, enjoying the pain he saw in them. Knowing my job was to encourage him to do as he wished. 

I cupped my breasts, pushing them together. Offering them to him. He stared into my eyes as his mouth went down. Maneuvering one into his mouth, I winced as his teeth bit down, moaning from the pain and pleasure. 

Mercifully he finally let go of my breasts. I sighed with relief, lowering my back down to the bed again as his tongue explored my belly button. In one quick stroke he pulled my bootie shorts off me and I spread my legs wide. It was after all my job.

Despite everything about this job and despite the ugly men and bad treatment, there where times when I still got aroused. And unfortunately this was one of those times. He could smell it, and I did nothing but moan as his lips kissed mine. I tilted my head back as his lips slowly sucked on my left pussy lip, his tongue running up and down it. 

"Oh, thats it honey. Eat me out..." I sighed, giving out little sighs of relief as his tongue explored my folds. Spreading them apart, licking slowly from the top of my asshole to my clit, then going back down. "Yes...baby, stick your tongue in there. Yes, just like that." I arched my back, my fingers going to my nipples as I felt his tongue slowly spread my lips and glide into my wetness. My pussy got wetter and wetter as his tongue probed inside me. I felt the hot slick member swirl around my hole, tracing its' outline as he pleasured me. He found my piss hole and gently sucked on it as well, I felt my juices slowly slide down to my ass cack as his tongue made me whimper. I stroked his head, holding it there as slowly he pulled his tongue in and out of my fuckhole.

Ever so slowly he moved his tongue up to my swollen bulb. I gasped loudly and my fingers squeeze my breasts hard as I felt his tongue contact my clit. "Yes... finger me hun!" I gasped, feeling two of his digits slide smoothly into my pussy. They curled around, tickling my tunnel, finding the spots that made legs spasm involuntarily around him. I pushed his head hard into my pussy, forcing his tongue harder against my clit. "Don't stop baby, please don't stop!" I whimper as I feel an orgasm approaching. His fingers slide out of my hole quickly and shove back in. He is fingering my pussy hard, going in and out roughly. "Oh god!" I screeched as his finger slammed home in my wet cunt, curling upwards and roughly pushing my pussy membrane against my G-spot. My hands grip the bedsheets as his teeth bite my clit. "Oh god oh god oh god! Ahhhhh!" My body racks and I scream loudly, feeling my pussy spasm, my pelvic muscles grip his fingers hard as my body jerks back and forth. I feel my breasts bounce freely on my chest as I hold my eyes tightly shut, they roll into the back of my head as his mouth sucks hard on my clit. His fingers busy frigging my fuck hole.

I still feel his tongue down there, licking up my escaping juices as my body comes back from Cloud 9. I am panting from the orgasm, my breasts moving up and down on my chest as my fingernails scratch his head. He says nothing as he moves back up my body. Pausing to suck on my nipple a moment before kissing me again. I taste my juices on his lips as we kiss, tongues intertwining, his cock pushing against my folds. 

"I take it you want to fuck now eh?" I ask, my mouth hanging open, still breathing hard as I look up at him. His hand is caressing my face, I look into his eyes, seeing my face reflected in them. I open my legs, reaching my hand down to grab his cock when suddenly my eyes open wide and I gasp. "Ughh!" Without so much as a warning he had shoved all of his cock into my hole. My body arches and I open my mouth in a silent scream.

"Fuck your tight." He gasps, straining a little as he begins to withdraw from my hole. I feel my pussy lips suck around him, moving out of my hole with his cock for a moment before it is all forced back in. His shaft burying itself deep inside me. "Mmmm... fuck baby." His face is concentrated, sweat beading on his forehead as I feel his cock shoving in and out of me, roughly he fucks me. Shoving his cock in and out of my pussy with apathetic force. I arch my back unconsciously, my hard nipples sticking into his chest as my body reacts to his fucking. My thighs close around his, trying to shut him out as my pussy hole sucks him in. 

"God... thats it babe. Fuck me. Ugh, harder! Fuck me faster. Yes! Like that, ohhh...fuck..." I pant as he fucks me hard, his strokes beginning to go quicker. He buries his face in my neck as he fucks me. My body moving up and down on the bed as his cock gouges my cunt. I thrust my hips up to meet his pole, our pelvic bones smashing as his hard cock punches into my stomach. I feel my breasts shake with each pounding, my fingernails digging into his back as I whimper into his ear. 

I let go of his shoulders and lay my arms above my head. My body stretched out, breasts bouncing, legs open. I am the incarnation of every man's lust as he buries himself inside me. I wrap my legs tightly around him, pulling him down to fuck my hole with his cock. 

"Thats it baby....yes....fuck me like that. Oh, ugh. Harder. Grab my breasts. Squeeze, hurt me you bastard! Oh, oh, yes. Ugh ugh, right there, harder. Ugh! Fuuuck!" My chest bares his weight as his fingers are buried in my titflesh. He grips them hard, making me scream as his cock stabs into me. One of his hands closes around my neck and he holds me down. I am utterly submissive to him, one of my breasts bouncing wildly on my chest, the other protesting his grip as his hands control me and his cock subdues me. 




Working Girl



The room is filled with the sounds of our sex. Suggestive sounds of cock burying itself into wet folds, the whimpers and moans and cries of an impaled woman and the heavy breathing of an aroused man. I feel his pelvic rotate around, pushing into my clit. I whimper, gasping with every thrust, moaning when he pulls out, whimpering when he hits my cervix. Despite my protests I cum hard. Uttering a single low moan as my body is rocked by orgasms. My legs spasm around him, holding him in as my body twitches. The pain in my tits add to it all as I feel stabs of pleasure inside my body. 

"Ohhhh God yes! Ayeeee!!" All women scream in pornos when they cum. So it's my job to scream also. Fortunately, today I didn't have to fake it as I felt my abused body force another orgasm out of itself. My body spasming, tits jiggling as my legs jerk and my breathe comes out in short gasps, eyes rolling everywhere. 

Finally my body begins to relax and I drift in post orgasm bliss. Enjoying the stuffed feeling and the weight on me for a moment. I moan in protest as he withdraws his cock. I hadn't made him cum yet. This may end up being a long session I thought. Time to end it. 

"Why don't you let me have a ride?" I ask enticingly, biting my bottom lip as I look up at him. His eyebrows raising in surprise I push him off me. "Roll over." I command. He lays there looking up at me, a quizzical expression on his face, with a hint of hope in his eyes. I straddle his thighs, my legs resting on the outside of each of his, I look down at him between my breasts. "I want to ride this hard cock of yours."

Reaching down I grab his juice covered cock and hold it straight, guiding it into my pussy as I feel it between my lips, splitting them open. "Hmm, your head feels so big down there baby. Oh I can't wait to get it inside my pussy. I bet you want to see me bounce on your cock, ride it like a whore." Slowly I suck his cock inside, allowing only the head in for a moment before sitting up again, feeling the head slowly work its way out. I did this for a while, gently sucking on his cockhead with my pussy lips. Allowing only an inch or two in then rising back up again. He looked up at me, worshiping my body as I held him in my charms. "Yes...mmmm...I like...that. I bet a lot of women wish they were bouncing on your cock baby. To bad it's this whore on your cock instead." I flashed my eyes at him, staring into his fiercely as I teased him.

Finally I lowered myself completely down, enjoying his satisfying grunt as he filled me. "Mmm...oh yeah. Fuuucckk." I gasp loudly, more for his sake then mine. Leaning forward my hair falls in front of my face as my tits hang in front of him. "Thats it baby," I hiss. "Suck on it, suck on my tit. Yeah just like that. Uh! Bite it again! Harder!" As he concentrates is teeth on my tit, I feel his hands squeezing my breasts hard. Unable to do much under me he takes it out on my breasts. Squeezing them roughly, abusing them, enjoying my whimpers as I squeeze his cock tightly with my stomach muscles. Impaled on his cock, squirming on it.

I lean back, wincing as I pull my tit out from between his teeth. "You want me to fuck you baby? Want to have your cock ridden hard and fast?" 

"Yeah, bounce on my cock baby." His hands grip around my waist, trying to lift me up.

Slowly my ass moves up and down. I feel my breasts start to bounce on my chest as I pick up the pace. Staring into his eyes I start riding his hard cock, fucking him with my body. His eyes stare at my tits as I move up and down on him, faster and faster.  

"Yes." I grunt. "Yes! Uh, uh, uh. God thats nice. Thats it baby, shove your cock up into me. Oh god harder. Fuck right there." My hair bounces on my shoulders, flying wildly as my head shakes from side to side. I feel my breasts flopping on my chest, sometimes bouncing together and sometimes smacking against or away from the other.

His hands reach up and grab my tits, squeezing them hard. "Yeah baby, ride my cock. You whore. I know you like it." 

"Ugh! Fuuuucck. You gonna cum in my cunt baby? You going to squirt inside me? Pinch my nipples. Ohhh yess. God. Yes, yes, yesss...oh fuck! Thats it! Right there. Fuck me! Harder!" I talk dirty to him, grunting nasty things to him as I ride him hard. I fill the room with wild shrieks and yells, digging my fingers into his chest I lean forward and shove my ass back onto his cock harder and harder, panting heavily into his face. 

I felt his body stiffen under me. Knowing his climax was soon I crashed down on him hard. Allowing him to hold me down as I watched his body spasm. No need to pretend to like it now. He was done. I felt his cock twitch inside of me as he came. His body bucking under me, responding like every man ever did under her. She watched his eyes flicker behind his eyelids as he came. Waited for his breathe to slowly decrease, his spurts to stop, his body to relax, then she casually slid up off him and walked towards her clothes. Another happy client.



Working Girl



Sitting at her desk Wendy ran her hand over the back of her neck, slowly trying to rub the knot out that had crept its way in.

She would never have known he was standing behind her, except for the slight creek that she heard when he stepped onto the floor behind her.

He didn't say anything. He knew the look.

His finger ran slowly from her elbow to her shoulder as he slipped her tank top strap back on.

His warm breath sent a tingling through her.

Leaning in and whispering in her ear "hello sexy lady" as he kissed his way along her neck, sucking softly on her ear.

"Mmmm" She moaned.

"You look tense." He said with grin, and turned her chair to face him. 

Much to her surprise, he stood before her naked and tan.

A grin spread across her face as she leaned in and kissed right below his belly button.

"And you look tasty"

Running her hand slowly over his shaft, his 9 inches of thick cock throbbed.

Flicking her tongue softly over the tip, she began to tease his cock, as he had come to like her to do. Her mouth was always so warm and welcoming.

"Ahhh not today Princess, today is my day to spoil you"

He pushed her head back and gave her a long sensual kiss, deepening it as he undid her jeans making her stand so he could undress her.

She gave him that pout he had come to know so well, her eyes gave him the doe look that normally got her what she wanted.

He eased her back into her chair, and knelt before her.

He kissed along her thigh, tracing his finger slowly up her pussy, gently rubbing her clit.

His tongue followed as he began to suckle it into his mouth.

He lifted her legs over the edges of the chair, and firmly grasped her by her hips.

His tongue plunging deeper into her glistening pussy.

Her breathing began to become heavier as he brought his hand up to her opening, slipping one finger in, then a second. As her breath caught, he began to finger her faster, curling them into a come hither motion, hitting her g-spot.

Licking her faster and sucking harder as he fingered her, he could feel the muscle tightening. He knew she was almost there.

Softly he moaned "cum for me baby, cum all over my mouth"

Being the good girl she always was, it was only moments after that she could feel the cum trickling down and out. He moaned as his mouth filled with her sweet juices.

"I want you to fuck me, please Tony, please don't make me beg"

"But I like it when you beg, but you've been such a good girl, I think I can give you what you want."

He stood before her, his cock hard and rigid.

"Suck it baby, make it nice and slick for that tight pussy of yours"

She didn't need to be asked twice, she loved to suck his cock.

Feeling she had done enough, again he pushed her back into her chair, giving her clit one more rub, he slid into her before she could protest.

Slipping 3 inches into her, he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, and began to push the rest of his cock into her.

Her hands immediately moved to his ass, pulling him deeper into her. 

Her mouth kissed along his neck, her breath coming quicker.

He took her hands and placed them at her side, slightly restraining her.

This seemed to excite her even more, she began to moan. He knew she was going to cum again, but that was ok. That's why he was there.

"I want you to cum with me" she moaned through each long hard thrust.

"Oh don't worry, I'm going to"

With that said, he pulled her to her feet, and leaned her over the desk, spreading her legs with his foot, as he slipped himself back into her.

He placed his hand against the nape of her neck and began to pound harder into her. 

He brought his hand to her ass, and applied a slight pressure to her hole, he knew this turned her on, and would send her right over the edge.

"Oh my god yes baby, fuck me harder, I'm going to cum"

Firmly grabbing her hips he did as she requested, he loved pleasing her. It benefited them both equally.

He slowed his pace slowly, bringing her back towards him, nibbling at her neck and stating he was going to cum.

Her hands found their way to his as she pushed hard back against him.

He could feel her cum washing over him like a waterfall.

"I hope your going to clean that up" he laughed.

Turning and dropping to her knees she did just that, licking and sucking their combined juices, moaning.

"God you taste good" As she stood and kissed him.



Working Girl



Hal stood there frowning, contemplating the lovely young woman who was standing in front of him. The lovely, naked, young woman who was standing in front of him. She had just stepped out of the bathroom as he was approaching, and was now staring at him, shocked.

She was a natural blonde of about twenty. The little tuft down below proved she hadn't dyed her hair. She looked fit and healthy and, in Hal's opinion, had very nice breasts. 

Hal sighed. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy looking at naked young women. It was just that he hadn't expected to see her here and didn't really want her here.

"You're Dianne, aren't you? What," demanded Hal, "are you doing here?" 

"Me?" exclaimed Dianne indignantly. "I live here. Who are you and what are you doing here? I'll thank you to leave immediately."

"You're a working girl, Dianne. Today is not a public holiday. Why aren't you at your office?"

"I have a rostered day off, if it's any of your business. Will you go away or I'll scream."

"You normally have your RDO on a Friday, not in the middle of the week," Hal pointed out.

"I swapped. I was under the impression I didn't need the approval of a complete stranger before I did so. Again, who are you, what are you doing here and why won't you go away?" said an increasingly frustrated Dianne.

"I'm working these units today. Everyone's supposed to be out, including you. I'm a professional burglar and I've set the whole day aside to clean out all these units. You're the one who's not supposed to be here."

"The hell you're robbing us," snapped Dianne. "I'm calling the police."

"Don't bother. Obviously I'm not going to burgle the place with you standing here, but if you don't want me to come back I suggest you put in some decent locks. The one's you've currently got are crap." 

"You can just bet I will. Now will you just go away!!!"

"OK. Keep your shirt on. I'm going. 

Actually, come to think of it, you don't have a shirt on, do you?"

Hal gave what could only be considered an evil smile as his gaze went from annoyed to appreciative.

"You know, I think I deserve some compensation from having you wreck my working day. I'll let you apologise in bed."

Dianne was suddenly aware of her nudity. Anger at finding this stranger in her home had over-ridden any self-consciousness up to that point, but finding herself being regarded the way he was doing now had a way of driving the point home.

"No way am I going to bed with you, you horrible man," snarled Dianne. "Just get the hell out of here before I scream." 

"Unfortunately, I am indeed a horrible man," said Hal with a smirk. "No-one is home in the other units, so no-one will hear if you scream."

Hal moved closer to Dianne, chatting all the time.

"You'd better call me Hal. Far better than calling me some of the names you want to. Tell me, are you going to fight or cooperate?" he asked. "Either way you'll wind up flat on your back with my cock inside you. Unless, of course, you would prefer a different position. I'm always willing to adapt to my partners whims."

Nerve breaking, Dianne turned and darted towards her bedroom, hoping to be able to close and lock the door and win enough time to call emergency. Slamming the door behind her, she knew she'd failed when there was a soft thump instead of a satisfactory bang of the door. 

A pair of hands closed around her waist and Dianne found herself flying through the air to bounce onto the bed. Twisting into a sitting position she backed up against the wall. 

Hal swiftly stripped, watching Dianne closely as he did so. In turn, Dianne was watching him, not looking at all impressed when he finally displayed the family jewels. Nude, Hal moved towards the bed and his new playmate.

Dianne tried to shuffle back away from the approaching Hal, but had nowhere to actually back away to. With a laugh, Hal caught her foot and pulled, leaving Dianne flat on her back, staring up at him.

"Are you going to cooperate and make the best of this?"

Seeing Dianne's frantic shake of her head, Hal shrugged.

"Apparently not. OK. I'll tell you want. I'll set up three scenarios and you can decide which one you want to go with. Of course, if you pick one of the early ones you won't have to worry about the others, will you.

The first scenario is the classic baby-sitter rape. It works like this. The father comes home and finds the baby-sitter either sitting on the couch or lying on it. Not dressed the way you are right now, but that's a bonus. It works like this."

Dianne found her ankles seized and lifted up and towards her head. She suddenly found herself bent double, her ankles pressing against Hal's shoulders, and her pussy on display, for both her and Hal. What was worse was that she couldn't even struggle; Hal's weight and the awkward position held her immobile.

Hal's hand reached for and found her pussy, cupping it and squeezing. Taking his hand away again, Dianne could see (and feel) his erection lying against her pussy, pressing softly against her slit.

"Is this what you want?" Hal whispered. "You're helpless. You can't even struggle. All you can do is lie there and watch as I take you. Can't you imagine how many sweet little baby-sitters have discovered sex this way?"

Dianne just shook her head in silent pleading.

Smiling, Hal pulled back, letting Dianne's legs unfold and drop back to the bed.

"Maybe you don't like seeing what's happening," said Hal. "How about we try this?"

Bending one leg over the other, Hal expertly flipped Dianne over onto her back. Twisting her around so that she was bent over the bed, instead of lying on it, Hal captured Dianne's hands, holding them together in the small of her back.

"Now like this," Hal told Dianne, "you can feel me playing with you, but you can't see what is happening. Again, you're helpless and just have to go along with whatever I decide."

While talking, Hal was massaging Dianne's love mound, pressing and kneading it. He also pressed his erection firmly against her slit, encouraging it to open a little so that the head was pressing against Dianne's heated inner flesh.

"No!" squealed Dianne. "Stop it, you bastard."

"You don't want me to take you like this?" asked Hal, putting surprise in his voice. "I'd have thought you'd love it."

Laughing, Hal place his hand firmly upon Dianne's pussy and hoisted, flipping her back onto the bed. Swiftly, Dianne rolled over to face him, murder in her eyes.

"So we're down to our end game," Hal told Dianne. "I'm now going to just take you as you lie on the bed. Feel free to try and stop me. Just one thing. No biting. Any biting and I'll smack. Anything else you're free to try."

Following words with action, Hal pounced, leaping onto the bed and pinning Dianne under him. One leg slid between Dianne's before she could clamp them together, and Hal lay full length along her, pinning her to the bed.

Dianne struggled, pushing up against Hal, trying to tip him off. Her hands came up to hit and scratch, but Hal was faster. Catching Dianne's hands he forced them up above her head and held them there with one hand, using his other hand to stroke her body, paying particular attention to her breasts.

Wriggling and cursing him, Dianne did her best, knowing she was outclassed but not yielding. She could feel his erection pressing against her and twisted, trying to move away from it. She could feel his free hand wandering down her body, heading towards that sensitive junction. Then it closed upon her.

Hal could feel heat coming from Dianne's mound. Like it or not, she was getting excited. He eased her lips apart and moved his cock into position, edging into the space he'd prepared.

Feeling the intrusion, Dianne gave a squeal of fury and redoubled her efforts, trying to twist away from Hal. It was a losing battle, and despite her best efforts she could feel Hal edging slowly deeper. He wasn't trying to overwhelm her with a show of force, just holding her firmly while he pressed into her, giving her reluctant body time to stretch and accept what was happening to it.

At last Dianne heard Hal give a triumphant shout and felt a final surge within her. She realised that he had finally fully entered her, despite her best efforts. She lay there, neatly transfixed, glaring up at him while he laughed down at her.

"You lose," she was told. "You'll find it a lot easier if you accept that and move with me from now on." 

Dianne didn't speak, contenting herself with just letting him see the fury on her face. 

"Move with him? I'd rather die," she thought, knowing that she'd have no choice. Her body had already softened and accepted his mastery, and she knew that no matter what her mind might want, her body was ready to participate enthusiastically with its coming treat.

Hal slowly withdrew, watching Dianne's face as he did so. She was obviously angry but despite that he could feel her body moving to meet him as he drove back into her. Unwanted, his attentions may have been, but her body was ignoring her will and going where instincts directed.

Frustrated, Dianne felt herself moving in unison with Hal. Furious, she noted that the swine had the unmitigated gall to laugh at her while he took her, enjoying her helpless fury. And despite that, pleasure and excitement were flowing up from where he was joined to her, ravishing her.

Taking his time, Hal plundered Dianne's responsive body. It might not pay as well as removing money and jewellery, but a bit of illicit sex had its own rewards, especially when an unwilling partner was so helpfully responsive. He laughed at the frustration on Dianne's face, pressing deeper and holding for a moment, feeling her twisting in frustration under him.

Slowly Hal increased his speed, driving in faster and harder, dragging an unwilling Dianne behind him as he sought his climax. Despite herself, Dianne was giving little screams of excitement, unable to resist the pleasure that was being forced upon her.

On Hal drove, pumping Dianne effortlessly, building up his own tensions, letting hers develop as they would. From her frustrated squeals, it seemed to Hal that she was ready and would probably climax when he did. His urgency grew, translating into harder shorter strokes as Hal let his climax build and then race through him.

Dianne gave a scream of wailing frustration as her own climax hit her, feeling Hal flooding her while she writhed helplessly under him. And, she noticed, he was still laughing as he hammered home his climax, treating the whole thing as a vast joke.

She lay on the bed afterwards, quivering and angry, while Hal quickly dressed. 

"I'd better be going, love," Hal said. "If I can't clean out these units I'm going to have to go and find some more. You've really mucked up my working day, you know."

Then he was leaving. A final reminder came floating back to her.

"Don't forget to change your locks. The current ones are useless. A good deadlock will prevent this sort of thing from happening again." 



Working Girl



My aunt was two years older than me, I know that sounds weird but it works, it meant that Nancy and I were really close growing up. She was more like a cousin than my aunt. She always came over and played a lot, my dad helped us build a tree house once, and since my grandparents lived down the street she came to play every after noon after we walked home from school. Once when I was ten I'd asked my mum why my 'cousin' as I'd had always called her, lived with Nanny and Granddad. My mum sighed a bit and rubbed her forehead a bit. 

"Well Trisha, sweetheart," she'd said, "Nancy isn't your cousin, she's actually your auntie, my sister, she was born just as your father and I were married." I seemed to accept this and so did Nancy she didn't really mind it but sometimes when we were at school, even though she was older than me I was always standing up for her because it was always being said that she was adopted and that's why she didn't look like anyone, but then when she looked she found that she looked a bit like my mum and therefore with me. Long story short we were each others rock when we needed it and we shared everything short of boyfriends and intimacy.

The actual story begins when I was 18 and she was 20. She was an event manager and was looking for a secretary about the same time as I was looking for my first full time job. I didn't have qualifications but apparently was by her words 'perfect' for the job. My parents kept dropping hints about things that I would have to do like 'always be on time' or 'don't forget your...' you get the idea. So when I started on my first day I was shitting bricks and not to mention I was hoping that I could just get it on with which wasn't the best attitude. Stepping off the train at Town Hall station I caught my reflection in a shop window and I was blown away, I'd always thought I was an ugly duckling but when I looked in this window I saw a sexy woman who was ready to conquer the world bwahahahahahaha I laughed a bit and then rushed to Nancy's office.

"Sorry that I'm late Nance." I said as I stumbled in the door ten minutes late. Nancy was sitting at the front desk looking as something, when I walked in she stood up and hugged me.

"No, no, its cool I only just got here." She said kissing my head. I laughed. 

"Well then what time does everyone else get here, there are a few desks that look like they are just asking to be filled." I said smiling, she grinned,

"They all have the week off, we have a four week break and they get back next week, I only decided to have three because Christmas is coming up so there are going to be a lot of parties need to be organized." She shrugged and then held me at arms length,

"Now my small niece let me look at you, I haven't seen you in yonks!" 

"Nance, it's only been three weeks." I said rolling my eyes,

"Yeah but it seems like you've finally had your growth spurt shrimp." I pouted as Nancy's eyes travelled down my outfit. This morning I had decided to go simple but very professional, but not so professional that I didn't look like a teenager anymore. I was wearing a black shirt with a gap around my boobs with Aztec patterned tights paired with yellow stiletto shoes, a red blazer, red earrings and an owl necklace. I caught her licking her lips and I took the opportunity to see what she was wearing; a white and black dress, with a stripped blazer on top, obviously deciding to add a splash of colour Nancy wore red stilettos, a pink flower ring and golden bow tie earrings. After about a minute of standing there looking at each other awkwardly Nancy gave me a tour of the large office.

"Okay well this is the meeting room." She say's as we pass a room that looks nothing like a meeting room should, it has the normal big desk in the middle but around it were all these bean bags and TVs and different things.

"I'm guessing that this is the break room as well?" Nancy nodded and we kept walking, 

"This is my office, do you like it?" I nodded enthusiastically; the office was full of fun things that made me know that it was Nancy's it had all these little knickknacks that you wouldn't find anywhere else. I walked over and sat in her chair, I sat down like all the CEOs that you see in movies and TV, Nancy laughed and snapped a picture. I got out and Nancy took me to my chair.

"Okay so today I have some very important clients coming in during lunch so I wanted to know what time you wanted not to be here for your lunch break." Hmm important clients, what time should I go for lunch?

"How about midday?" I asked and Nancy nodded. 

"Okay so then let me show you how the computer system works.

At midday on the dot two men walked in talking up a storm, because they weren't paying attention I looked them over. One of them was taller than the other and looked like an older version of Taylor Launter while the other looked a bit like Johnny Depp, they came up to me and I smiled 

"Hi, how can I help you?" I asked and the taller man smiled at me,

"well hello, Nancy didn't tell us that you were that pretty." The second man leant on the desk coming very close to my face. I thought that they'd have to be in their late thirties to early forties, they were very attractive. I blushed and stood up,

"I'll just go and get her for you then and then I'll be out of your hair," I said cheerily 

"Aww no, you don't have to go yet do you." They second one said as he crossed the threshold and pinned me to the wall while the first closed the front door. Nancy then chose that moment to come out into the main room. 

"Well I was wondering where- what the hell is going on here." The older man who was closing the door waltzed up to Nancy and steered her back into the office. The younger of the two kissed me deeply before following them. Nancy came out and said angrily,

"I'll deal with you later." She said before walking into her office and locking the door. I collected my stuff and walked out the door.

As I was walking back to the building I was figuring out what to say to her in apology,

"'Nancy I'm so sorry for that but the guy pushed me up against the wall, it wasn't my fault' no that sounds stupid, um 'Nancy I didn't mean it I just got caught up in the moment and- oaf'" I fell over and my bag opened and scattered everything in there. 

"Shit I'm sorry," said the person that I bumped into, I got on my knees and picked up my phone, wallet, iPod, and Nancy's lunch. The guy helped me up and handed me the magazine I just bought. 

"don't be sorry I need to look where I'm going in future." I said with a smile. 

"Well I still feel bad, can I do anything?" he asked quirking and eyebrow. I looked him up and down by habit and liked what I saw; he had sun kissed hair and skin that made me think that he was an outdoorsy type easily fuckable. I blushed at m crudeness.

"Easily what?" he asked with a raised eyebrow

"Did I say that outloud?" He nodded and I blushed scarlet making him laugh. "well I guess you can take me back to my aunt." I said shyly,

"What are you being babysat?" 

"No I'm doing work experience." I said with a defiant frown that made me look about three years old. Damn, 

"ahh work experience nice, who for?" 

"Nancy and Co. events." He nodded, 

'I know Nancy, I run into her all the time. So what's your name gorgeous?"

"Trisha." I blushed and was about to walk away when he offered to take me back up

"Nice to meet you Trisha, I'm Liam. Hey I was wondering, since I work in the same building maybe I could take you to Nancy?" 

"Yeah okay." He grinned and offered to take my hand. I took it and we started walking but after a while he looked around and saw that no one was there. Then he pulled me into the alleyway up against the wall. He smashed his mouth to mine and started to kiss me like he hadn't been kissed in a few years. I was wearing a button up shirt so he stuck his hand up it and grabbed my breast squeezing it and earning a moan from me. I put my hands on his chest which he took as a point to stop but when he moved his head away I pulled him closer and kissed him. He pulled my hips closer to him and I felt the bulge in his pants. Moaning again I put my hand to it and rubbed it which made him moan. I was about to undo his zipper when he stepped away.

"Now we don't want Nancy seeing her niece sporting the 'Just been fucked' look, now do we?" I shook my head and he grabbed my hand and took me back to the building.



Working Girl At Play



As in any vocation, levels of competence differ between different sex workers. In respect of competence at her work, Sara excelled.

Like many other escorts, she advertised herself on the internet, with photographs of her scantily clad body and a brief description of her character and specialist services repeated across a number of different escort pages – all purporting to be the best of their genre and to advertise the most impressive selection of escorts.

Attracted by her appearance, service and price lists, I dialled the cellular phone number on the advertisement and my anticipation began to rise.

The feminine allure in Sara's sonorous voice and deliberately suggestive tone encouraged me to pursue an appointment with her. We agreed to meet at her flat in half an hour. She gave me her address and hung up the phone.

I always felt a little apprehensive when going to see a new escort girl for the first time. There was always the same concern; what if I'm being lured by the promise of fleshy fulfilment, into some kind of dangerous scam or trap? One would have tenuous recourse to the law in view of the initial nature of ones involvement. The police have seen all such things many times and have little sympathy for the victims of these circumstances.

My fears were somewhat allayed when Sara buzzed me into the foyer of her apartment building and I saw that it was not the usual cheap, functional and often rundown accommodation inhabited by escort girls. Instead the block was well looked after, cheery, bright and in good repair if a little characterless.

Any doubts I had were dissolved completely when Sara's beautiful face peaked around the door, framed with fine long, brown, healthily shining hair. As I crested the stairs, she quickly held the door open wider, admitting me to her small but tidy home and 'office'.

Save for the ever-present initial worry of being scammed or harmed or both, after my very earliest encounters, I never became nervous at the prospect of an approaching appointment with an escort girl, afraid of the shame of being discovered by my peers or friends perhaps, but never nervous. On the contrary, I become exceptionally excited, both sexually and emotionally. 

The ritual of discovering, contacting, arranging to meet and successfully rendezvousing with a new lady was always a source of excitement in itself. Each step in the process had its own unique form of pleasure. The excitement I felt was not dissimilar to the kind I felt as a child at the prospects of visiting friends or opening Christmas gifts.

On each foray into the illicit world of hired sexual pleasure, the two types of excitement, the adult male base sexual stimulation and the childish anticipation of a treat about to be had, seemed to cohabitate happily in the same space in my spirit.

The arousal and excitement that accompanied the beginning of each new encounter would cause my mouth to become dry and my voice to adhere obstinately to my throat, only allowing a horse croak to escape in place of speech, as if I'd spent too long a time in a desert with insufficient drinking water. My first visit with Sara was no exception.

After the familiar ritual of offering me the welcome relief of a drink of water and asking a few polite questions concerning the progress of my day, my age and my occupation, Sara, detecting my state of agitation, asked me gently if I was nervous.

Many of the working girls I have met have asked me the same question, mistaking my excited breathlessness for nerves. As I finished my glass of water, I assured Sara – less croakily now – that I was fine. I then took her presemt from my pocket placed it on her table.

As she leant over to pick up the gift, I saw briefly down her top. As I'd requested, she was wearing no lingerie and her breasts hung down inside her black dress, small and creamy, tapering deliciously into pink pointed nipples just visible in the recesses of her clothing.

She smiled – apparently genuinely – when she caught my gaze lingering on her attractive cleavage as she stood up and began to count the paper bundle. Once satisfied with the total, she slipped her feet out of her high-heeled shoes, stepped close to me, took my head in her hands and kissed me gently on the mouth. I relaxed at that point and tentatively returned her kiss.

One never knows how deeply to kiss an escort girl. If they are willing to kiss on the lips at all, most working girls will kiss gently on the lips being sure never to open their mouths or allow the involvement of either party's tongue in the act. A very few escorts will allow kissing with tongues although they will prevent particularly passionate kissing by closing their mouth when the level of penetration of the client's tongue in their mouth becomes deeper as he becomes increasingly inflamed. A tiny minority of girls will participate in full deep and passionate kissing, mouth to mouth and tongue to tongue.

Sara kissed my lips and put her saliva coated tongue deep inside my mouth, finding my tongue and gently caressing it with hers. She rolled my lips between her own and sucked my tongue suggestively as if she were sucking a different part of me.

I began to fondle her body through her dress. I moved my hands over her muscular back and firm buttocks. I caressed the sides of her body and her beautiful neck. I ran my fingers through her long soft brown hair. I moved one hand around to her chest and lewdly groped her beautiful firm breasts.

With my other hand, I explored her buttocks again and gently inched my fingers in and further under her body to where I knew the softness of her cunt was hidden beneath the thin covering of the material that I was thrusting gently against it.

She continued to kiss me with steadily (and brilliantly executed) apparently mounting passion, her kisses intermingled with the odd erotic feminine moan and muffled squeal as I moved my fingers over her genitalia through the dress. She did not resist as I put gentle pressure on her labia, massaging them with the folds of her dress and occasionally gently gripping her inner thighs with the top halves of my fingers, before moving my hand back to the warmth of her pussy beneath the fabric. 

Her hand moved to my crotch where she adeptly discovered my hardness and began deftly massaging it through my trousers and underwear.

After a short while, she gently disengaged herself from our lustful embrace and knelt down before me smiling flirtatiously. I stiffened further with anticipation Sara quickly had my trousers down around my ankles and waited for me to step out of them. She then began kissing and sucking my genital region through my underwear. The sensation of stimulation and anticipation of the eventual contact of bare flesh on bare flesh was intensely pleasurable at the same time as almost unbearable in its tantalising indirectness. After a while, Sara slowly slid my underwear down my legs, allowed me to step away from them, Clear Pre-ejaculatory semen dripped sluggishly down my shaft. Sara took my swollen penis in her hand and used her fingers to spread the sticky fluid over my cock and testicles. 

She then slowly took my cum-soaked scrotum delicately into her mouth and massaged it with her warm tongue, never taking her erotically mischievous gaze from my eyes.

My arousal increased as she sucked and kissed my scrotum, the softness of her flattened tongue occasionally crawling down to cover my perineum with a stimulating warm fleshy moistness and a delightful erotic teasing of my anus with its soft wet tip. All the while, my sperm dribbled down my erection in a succession of small thick droplets which Sara enthusiastically lapped up as she tasted each salty trickle on her lips.

Each time she took a drop of my pre-cum in her mouth, I couldn't help fleetingly wonder whether she was actually ingesting it or simply spreading it over the highly sensitive skin of my genital area as she sucked and massaged it.

As if she could feel the progress of the arousal that I felt and understand my desire perfectly, she seemed to know exactly when her work was done on my balls and that it was time to move up me to harder places. She delicately licked and nibbled the base of my shaft just above my scrotum for a minute or so then just as my climax approached, she took me in her mouth and down her throat. I felt her tongue, throat and lips in a perfect combination of moisture, warmth and rhythmic sliding of flesh on flesh, on the top and at the front of my glans and up and down my shaft. 

I came after what seemed like only seconds of my erection sliding in and out of her warm wet mouth as she expertly moved her head back and forth, taking my penis deep down her throat and pulling it back out, running her tongue and lips down its length as it withdrew from her mouth. Spurts of my thick load erupted from my glans and landed in her opened mouth and on her lips and chin where they began to stream down her neck into the cleavage of her beautiful tits and wet the fabric of her dress where flesh met clothing on her chest.

As my orgasm subsided, Sara licked the cum from her lips, took my cock in her mouth and massaged it with her throat and tongue, cleaning my mess with her saliva. When I'd stopped cumming and Sara had squeezed the last milky drops from the head of my penis and I began to soften in her mouth, Sara got up and wiped the remaining drops from her face with a tissue that she took from a box near the table.

'You must've been saving that up', she said with an impressed tone. 'That was a big load'. I confessed to having abstained from any form of release a few days prior to seeing her and she laughed. I noticed that she didn't wipe my cum from her neck or cleavage. Instead, she unzipped her dress at the side and let it fall to the floor.

She stood naked in front of me, her chest covered in my cum and despite it only having been minutes since her exquisite demonstration of oral relief, the sight of her unblemished, healthy lilly-white skin, long flowing brown hair, wonderfully toned and well proportioned body and especially her small but perfect tits and the invitingly pink fleshy womanhood between her legs, surrounded by a neatly crafted erotic little strip of pubic hair, caused my penis to begin to stir again.

She smiled at my obvious admiration of her body. 'You look like you're ready for seconds already' she giggled. Her accent was cultured and her voice was strong despite its light and distinctly female pitch.

'Shall we move to the bed?', she asked, inclining her perfect body towards the King sized bed pushed into the corner of the small room. I indicated my consent and she took my hand and led me over to the bed where she lay on her back and beckoned for me to lie beside her.

She began to caress my face and kiss me again and I immediately reached down between her legs, aching to feel the hot exposed flesh of her genitalia. I took my time massaging her clitoris by pulling her pussy-lips together and drawing them up and down over her large button as if it were the head of a tiny penis. I bored of fondling her externally after a bit and felt through the softness of her labia for the opening of her womanhood.

Some female sex workers prefer not to be penetrated by their client's fingers, either for reasons of hygiene or fear of injury. Others tolerate internal digital tampering but do not react in any way. In my experience, after the initial thrill of introducing my fingers into the soft warmth of an escort's vagina, the experience would quickly become tiresome as the vagina generally did not respond as I fantasise that it should.

This lack of response is obviously understandable in escort girls. In fact if the pussy of a sex worker moistened at all under the onslaught of my probing fingers, it always came as a pleasant surprise. In Sara's case, I received my pleasant surprise.

At first Sara's cunt was warm and fleshy but not significantly wet. I expected this to remain the case as I used my fingers to massage the soft spongy flesh inside and at the front of her. After a moment with two fingers at work in her pussy and the thumb of the same hand rubbing her clitoral hood, I was surprised to discover that her pussy-juice had begun to flow.

As I finger-fucked her, her delicious cunt became first sticky then slimy and finally her entire public region was awash with her own cum. There was no denying her arousal. The pale skin on her face and chest coloured slightly and she tilted her head back a little on the pillow, rolling her eyes slightly towards the back of her head.

I moved down the bed, lay facing her between her legs and buried my face and fingers in her cunt and arse. I massaged her clitoris with a flat and soft but firm tongue, made a beckoning gesture inside her with my fingertips firmly kneading the soft squelching flesh at the front of her vagina. 

I occasionally dipped my little finger up to its first knuckle into the tightness of her anus, lubricated by the juice that dribbled from her sex-hole and I worked it with my fingers. Sara offered no protest at the anal penetration, nor did she give me further license so I kept the frigging of her arse to a gentle minimum.

As I played with her, she gave the occasional grunt and horse-like moan. Not the bored fake sounds of a working escort expressing mock pleasure for the benefit of her client but the genuine down-to-earth noises of a woman in the throes of sexual gratification.

At one point, Sara's juices squirted in my face and she gasped. She hadn't cum although, she was getting close. She gently pulled my face from her pussy and saying 'I hope you don't mind', set her own fingers busily to work on her clit. 'Keep your fingers in my cunt', she instructed, then closed her eyes and focussed on bringing herself to orgasm.

Shortly, she came, grunting and moaning, turning her head to one side and thrusting her hips towards the ceiling in a series of erotic convulsions. She lay back and gently massaged herself as the waves of her orgasm subsided. I noticed how the motion of her fingers on her clitoral hood and labia changed as soon as she came, from a ferociously fast firm rhythmic rubbing to an almost idle and aimless gentle caress. It was not so different from the way I treated my penis during and after masturbation.

Once she had finished, she smiled at me. 'Thanks for that', she said with a smile. 'This job has its occasional perks'. I have to say that I believed her. It is always possible for a woman to falsify the experience of her sexual pleasure and her climax but in this instance, I was hard pressed to view what I witnessed as a forgery. The colouration of her skin, the self-indulgent expression on her face, the rolling back of her eyes, the un-stereotypical grunts and unladylike moans and not least the prodigious quantity of juice flowing from her cunt all seemed to point to pleasure truly experienced. Still, one never knows when one is male.

As we lay beside each other, I contemplated what I had just seen. My cock had softened as I had been concentrating on pleasuring Sara but the thoughts of what I'd seen replaying themselves in my imagination soon had me stiffening in arousal again.

Ever attentive to her client, Sara saw the movement of my rapidly growing member, smiled and began almost idly playing with my glans, taking some of her now sticky pussy juice on her fingers, she moistened the end of my cock and rubbed it until it was hard.

'Fancy a fuck?' she asked crudely. She laughed when I nodded vigorously.

She went down between my legs and took my cock in her mouth, stimulating it with her lips and tongue until it was completely hard then she leant over me, her pink nipples brushing my face as she reached over to the small bedside table, opened the top drawer and produced a condom in a red wrapper.

Sara expertly extracted the contraceptive from its packet and dressed my erect penis in the thin rubber film. She then slowly and adeptly masturbated my shaft through the condom while treating me to a gorgeous demonstrating of licking, sucking and nibbling on my ball-sack and even occasionally running her tongue in and around my arsehole.

Moments later when she knew I was ready, she climbed to her hands and knees and presented me with her beautiful behind, moving it slightly from side to side, erotically teasing and encouraging me to enter her.

I got on my knees behind Sara and pushed the tip of my hard dick into her vagina. I moved my glans in and out of her for a while before the anticipation grew too strong and I inserted the full length of my erection, gently penetrating her cunt and pushing hard when I was completely inside her so that I could feel my testicles pressing against her pussy-lips.

I then fucked her hard and quickly as I gently fingered her arsehole and massaged her buttocks. It was not long before I was ready to ejaculate for the second time. Uncannily anticipating my imminent squirt as she had the previous time, Sara turned her head back to face me, an expression of mischievous daring in her eyes that was maddeningly erotic and she said 'shoot cum all over my bum and rub your cock on my arsehole'.  Even through my pleasure, I could see her erotic encouragement was a trick she had learned to affect but this made no difference to the effect it had on me.

I banged away at her pussy for a short while longer then as I felt my climax approaching, I withdrew from inside her removed the condom, rolling it off my shaft, turning it inside out as it slid off me, tossed it aside and proficiently brought myself the rest of the way to orgasm, squirting a load almost as full as the previous one over her peachy derriere and pretty little arsehole.

As I came, I pushed my glans against her arsehole, inserting just the tip of my prick spurting the last of my cum into and around the entrance to her bum. As my orgasm subsided, I rubbed my cock all over her slippery arsehole and perineum and using my other hand, massaged my cum into the skin of her buttocks as if it were a soothing expensive body lotion. To my great delight, she turned around then and took my sticky penis in her mouth and once again cleaned away the evidence of my recent ejaculation.

It aroused me to notice once again that Sara didn't bother to wipe my semen away from her skin, she simply lay on her back with her legs casually spread, one hand on her stomach and the other motioning for me to lie beside her again.

We made small talk at that point. A true professional, Sara was one of the few escorts I knew who was also good entertainment value and a stimulating conversationalist.

Sara told me that her hobby was swimming and exercise and she was studying a sports science degree and hoped eventually to be a personal fitness instructor. She told me how the tight outfit she wore at the gym often aroused her as it rubbed against her clit and labia and she was often driven to visiting the ladies to bring herself off during her breaks.

After we'd talked for some time, my hormones began to stir for the third time. Attentive as before, Sara noticed the change in me and enquired brightly, 'one for the road?' I offered my enthusiastic assent and once again, she laughed.

She took me in her mouth again and seemed instinctively to know that after cumming twice already, subtle stimulation of my more secondary erogenous zones would be insufficient to stimulate me. She immediately buried my glans in her soft moist throat, wrapping her lips and tongue around me and quickly moving her mouth up and down on my hard cock.

It took longer for me to cum this time but not much longer. I was soon squirting my last remaining drops of watery seminal fluid into Sara's expertly employed mouth. As before, she kept my prick in her mouth and massaged me down from the peak of my pleasure. I had cum right in her mouth this time and my load had been far smaller than the previous two. She swallowed my cum and licked my cock clean before laying back on the bed once again. Instinctively understanding that I was spent for the day, she offered me a towel and after a brief shower, I dressed, left the apartment and caught a cab home.