1 comments/ 17073 views/ 10 favorites Elena: My Story Pt. 01 By: Miss_Elena This is my first submission. It's mostly a true story, but to protect myself and others, names and some other stuff has been changed. Everyone's at least 18. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- In Pretty Woman, Julia Roberts plays Vivian Ward, a streetwalker who's hired by Richard Gere's character, Edward Lewis. Edward's a wealthy corporate raider who gets lost in a bad part of town and asks for directions from Vivian, and she gives him tips on how to drive his car. Taken by Vivian, he decides to hire her as arm candy. Despite some rough patches, they end up falling in love. I'd read somewhere that it was originally going to be a realistic look at prostitution, but somewhere along the line, it got turned into a romantic comedy. Bleccch! I've known a couple of girls who have gotten into relationships with clients. Both of them were disasters. Jealousy, mistrust, the guys worrying about her past coming back to haunt them. Occasionally you hear about one lasting, but they're rare. I began working in the "world's oldest profession" primarily to pay off my student loans and other bills. Getting laid was great, too, but it was mostly about the money. I had a college degree, but it was next to worthless because I couldn't find a job in my field. It was aggravating. I began stripping first. I figured I was blessed with an attractive face and a nice body and I've been told I'm pretty hot plenty of times. I'm about five-six and 130 pounds, I've got 34-C breasts, long light brown hair and blue eyes. I never really had a problem showing it off -- within reason that is. I found I was pretty comfortable being stark naked in front of a bunch of strange hormoned-up guys. But I had no ability for exotic dancing. Other girls made it look so damn easy, but I quickly learned that it's not. I quit within two weeks and got a job at a convenience store called the Happy Driver. It was near my old school and less than half-a-mile from my crappy apartment. A few months later, we got the bad news that the store would be shut down when the company's lease on the property was expiring a couple of months later. I began resubmitting applications and got a few interviews, but no callbacks. One day, a horndog named Van was jogging past my apartment building. He'd been in the Happy Driver a bunch of times with a girl or one buddies. He was six-one or so and an athletic 190 pounds. With his dark hair and blue eyes, I think Van looked a bit like a young Christopher Reeve. And he looked pretty hung in those shorts! I would've gladly fucked Van, but I didn't want him blabbing about it all over town. I'd heard him brag to his buddies about nailing this girl or that girl. I didn't need a reputation as a slut. Van drove a Mercedes, which I guessed was a high school graduation gift from mommy and daddy. I would've killed to have any car that ran because my piece of junk Honda's engine went kaput. I didn't have the money for repairs much less a new car, so I sold it to a junkyard and bought a bike from a garage sale. Thank God I lived near the store. Little did I know that Van would soon get his wish. I didn't intend to charge money men to fuck me. It started, I suppose, in a weird way. One of Van's friends, a guy named Gerard, seemed so different than Van. He was quieter and seemed genuinely nice. He was a little taller than Van with blonde hair and grey eyes. I sort of liked him. One night, Gerard was in the store just before quitting time. A thunderstorm moved into the area and it began pouring. My heart sank. Seeing my glum expression, Gerard asked if I was alright. "No, I'm not alright!" I whined. "I gotta ride a bike home in this!" "Well, why don't I give you a ride?" Gerard asked. I about kissed him. He waited around until I cashed out and did my end-of-shift work. Gerard drove a Mustang convertible, and the trunk lid wouldn't close all the way with the bike in it, but he didn't seem to care. The drive didn't take long. I invited Gerard up to my apartment. He looked shocked and very nervous. But the growing hard-on in his jeans looked inviting. I just glanced at it and smiled. It had been almost a month for me and I was horny. Gerard was shaking when I began unbuckling his jeans. I gave him a blowjob and he nervously undressed me and ran his hands over my body and then buried his face in my pussy. I dug a condom out of a drawer and rolled it over his cock. Having a real cock in me sure felt great, but there's actually not a lot to tell. Oh, Gerard was good sized. A little under eight inches and pretty thick. But he was totally lame and came in five minutes. I didn't cum once. Gerard looked disappointed. I didn't bother to hide my disappointment. He apologized and got dressed and left quietly. Thank god for toys and fingers! About a week later, I was outside the Happy Driver taking a smoke break when Gerard rolled up in his Mustang. He apologized again and asked me out on a date to make it up to me. I turned him down flat. He asked again, and I said no again. He began whining. God, grow some balls, little boy, I said to myself as Gerard ranted and raved. I snorted in disgust and took a final drag on my Marlboro Light and and stamped it out as I exhaled the smoke sharply. "See ya around, Gerard," I sneered as I headed to the store entrance. "Aw, jeez. I'm sorry, Elena. Please wait. I'm really, really sorry. I'm just tired, alright?" pleaded Gerard as he followed me. I ignored him as he implored to me again. "Elena? Please? Wait! I really need to tell you something." I stopped and turned around and snapped at him. "Okay. What, Gerard?" "Honestly, Elena, I really tried to do my best, but I couldn't help myself. I... I..." he began to say,. He looked around nervously. He walked closer to me, leaned in and said something I couldn't understand because a truck with a bad muffler passed the store and drowned him out. "What?" I asked, when the noisy truck got further down the road. "I was a virgin, dammit!" he said a little louder through his teeth. "You took my virginity, Elena!" I gasped and my hand flew to my mouth. How was that possible? "Ohmigod, Gerard! Are you fucking serious?" I blurted in shock. He nodded meekly and shrugged his shoulders slightly. "So, I'm really sorry, Elena. I really, really like you a lot," he said. "You're hot. You're a fun girl. I tried to impress you. But doing it is a hell of a lot harder than watching it." Then it all began to make sense. Gerard must've tried to pick up on how to have sex with a woman from Internet pornos. I saw his eyes well up. Suddenly, I felt for him. "Oh, God. Oh, Gerard... I..." I said softly, not sure what to say next. I was totally bewildered at how a hot college guy with a big dick could've still been a virgin at his age. And his fraternity, Phi Omi, was notorious for the girls members attracted. "I haven't done it since then," he said shyly. "I know you were disappointed, but..." He shrugged sadly. "I was kinda hoping that maybe you'd give me a another chance I guess," Gerard asked nervously. I was totally convinced it wasn't an act. I'd taken the virginity of one other guy in my life, and Gerard reminded me of him. But that guy had told me before we had sex. Somehow I didn't pick up on Gerard being a virgin. "It's okay, Gerard," I said with a little smile. "Apology accepted." I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek to comfort him. I was about to say tell him I'd go on another date when his Mustang caught my eye. I remembered Gerard telling me that his dad was a exec with a major corporation. I forget which company Gerard said he worked for, and I don't really give a damn. Now you're probably going to think I took advantage of a distraught guy. Maybe I did. But as harsh as it sounds, I gave more of a damn about my situation than Gerard's feelings. Phi Omi is a really exclusive fraternity on campus. I'd heard that if a prospect's parents made under two million a year, they just laughed at them. I already knew Gerard was Phi Omi, so I doubted he was on scholarship. Add it all up and it meant that he probably had money. Then an idea hit me. "Say, Gerard," I asked. "What if...?" I looked around to see if anyone else was around. It was 2:00 am on a Tuesday. Of course there wasn't anyone around. "Yeah, Elena?" Gerard asked with a hopeful tone. I took a deep breath. "Well, I was thinking that maybe we can help each other out," I said. "Now, don't get the wrong idea about me, but..." Gerard looked at me in total confusion. I tried to remain calm even though my heart was pounding. "But," I continued. "You know how much tuition and stuff is, right? Especially for a farm girl like me? I only had a partial scholarship." The farm girl bit wasn't exactly a lie, but it wasn't the total truth either. I was raised in a small town in the midwest, and my house was near a farm. Hell, I'd even sucked my first cock in a barn. But calling myself a farm girl was a stretch. Gerard shrugged. "I guess so, Elena. I'm not on scholarship." "Yeah. Didn't think so," I replied quickly. "So, Gerard, if you were to maybe, uh... compensate me for helping you, I'd love to do it for a while." "Elena, whaddaya talk..." he stopped and his eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped. I smiled. "Oh, shit! You mean pay y..." he yelled. I angrily slapped my hand over his mouth. "Don't fucking broadcast it, goddammit! Shit, Gerard! Just listen, huh?!" I told him in exasperation. "Got me?" I said as menacingly as I could. Gerard nodded. "Alright then," I said, removing my hand. "Yeah. You'll be... you know? But I'm no hooker! Got it? Okay, technically it's prostitution I guess. But I'm no hooker. And we've got to keep this between us -- right?" Gerard just nodded again. "Great. So we'll meet when I'm available. It'll usually be the weekends," I said. "We sure as hell can't meet at your place, so we'll do it at mine." "Okay," Gerard gulped. "But why not my place? No offense, Elena, but it's a lot nicer than yours." "A frat house? Ohmigod are you kidding me? No fucking way!" I said through my teeth. "But..." he began to say, but I gave him a stern look. "Okay..." Gerard relented. "Your place." "Alright. And let's get this straight: We're not boyfriend and girlfriend and we're not gonna date. We're just going to fuck," I told him quietly but firmly. "No barebacking either! I'm not going to have your baby. You bring the condoms." I was dead serious about no barebacking. I'd had a pregnancy scare right after I graduated high school. This super-hot guy hit on me and I fell for it hook, line and sinker. But neither of us had money for condoms and I wasn't on the pill. But I wanted to fuck this guy badly. My libido got the best of me and I made him promise to not cum inside me. Of course, he broke that promise. I was so pissed! When I began feeling weird a little while later, I borrowed some money from my sister and bought a home pregnancy test. It came back negative. I worried that the test was faulty, but then I began feeling normal and had my period. I guess I had a stomach virus or something. But ever since, I always made the guys wear condoms and I was always on the pill. "Sure, Elena," Gerard said. It was fairly cool, but he was sweating like it was a hundred degrees outside. And then he looked at me oddly. "What?" I asked after a few moments of staring at each other. "How much?" Gerard asked quietly. I winced. What a fool! Here I was propositioning a guy and I'd forgotten all about the money! "Uh..." I said, trying to think quickly. I had no clue about how much hookers normally charged. I finally asked, "Three hundred out of your reach?" "Nah," replied a smiling Gerard immediately. "Not a problem." "Okay," I said. "Be at my place Saturday at 3:00 pm. You busy?" "No," he shook his head. "Great," I said. "I'll see you on Saturday. Oh, and give me your phone number." I pulled out my iPhone and punched in the number he gave me and saved it. I began walking into the store when I suddenly remembered something else. I turned around. "Oh, and don't waste it anymore. Okay, Gerard?" I warned. "Huh?" asked Gerard. I walked up to him and whispered: "Don't cum when you jerk off to those movies. I want it all for myself. What I want you to do is jerk off until feel you're about to cum, then stop. Do it a few times a day." "But wh...?" he started to ask. I ignored him and kissed him on the cheek and gave him a swat on the ass. "Don't cum until I say to cum. That's lesson number one," I warned. "Now go home. You look tired. See you on Saturday." "Okay, Elena. Thank you," said Gerard. He kissed me on the cheek and walked to his car. The V-8 roared to life. I watched the taillights of his Mustang as he turned left out of the parking lot. The engine's roar disappeared a few seconds later. I didn't see Gerard again until Saturday, although I had teased him daily by sending him suggestive photos to his cell phone. A little leg one day, my tummy the next, my lower back the next, cleavage the next. Nothing explicit. Just suggestive. And all with the admonition that he was to not cum until I wanted him to. Saturday came. Gerard showed up a little early. I was dressed in a red pullover nightgown which ended right above my knees. I didn't have anything on underneath. I crossed my arms over my chest to hide my very erect nipples. I ignored his nervous hello. "Have you been doing what I told you to do?" I asked him sternly. He nodded. "God, Elena, you look beautiful and I'm about to go crazy," he said anxiously as he reached out for me. "Can't wait until..." "And you're gonna keep waiting until I'm ready," I said, pushing him away and holding out my hand. "So?" "Oh, yeah," Gerard said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of money and nervously handed it to me. I later learned this was a major no-no. "Stay right there, Gerard," I said. "And don't take off a thing." I counted the money. Six fifty dollar bills. I smiled. I walked to my bedroom and put the money in my purse and walked back out and pulled out the sleeper sofa. "Come here, Gerard," I said. He complied. I kissed him on the lips and lifted my arms above my head. "Take it off, Gerard," I commanded. He reached down and lifted the gown up. Bit by bit my naked body was revealed to him. He was breathing hard. When I was totally nude before him, I commanded him to sit on the bed. I lifted my breasts and pinched my nipples and rubbed my clit. Then I turned around and bent over and spread my ass and rocked my hips. But I didn't let him touch me. Gerard was nearly hyperventilating. God, torturing him is so much fun, I thought. "Okay, Gerard," I said after five or so minutes. "Now you can strip." He broke the record for undressing. He was already rock hard. "Now just lie back and enjoy," I said with a grin. As hard as Gerard was, a blowjob was probably unnecessary. But I like it. No... check that. I love giving head. He loudly moaned as I brought him to the edge of orgasm a couple of times, only to stop. Yeah, I was torturing the poor boy, but there was a second reason for it. I'd read on a men's sexual health board that it helps some guys with their stamina. I moved up and squatted over his mouth and spread my meaty labia and began rubbing my clit. "Okay, Gerard. This is my clit," I said. "Lick it." I shuddered when his tongue touched it. "Oh, yeah... Up and down and all around... Oh, yeah... Mmmm... That's it," I said with a sigh as a wave of euphoria hit me. "A little faster now." And within a couple of minutes, I came screaming, coating his face. "Very good," I said breathlessly over him. I reached behind me and lightly jerked his large, iron-hard cock. "Got the condoms, big boy?" "Oh, yeah," said Gerard as he got off the bed. He picked his jeans off the floor and pulled one of out of a pocket. I tore the package open with my teeth. I rolled the condom over his cock and got on top of him cowgirl and put it at my pussy entrance. I moaned as I slowly slid down, feeling practically every vein as inch after inch of Gerard's glorious manhood filled me. "Oh, fuck..." I gasped. "Oh, God! Mmmm!" Finally it was all the way in my pussy and I was relishing the feeling of fullness. "Oh, fuck," I smiled and moaned. "Whew! Such a fat cock." After riding him, slowly at first, Gerard finally gave me the hard fucking I so needed and deserved. And he lasted longer, although he had to stop a few times. I told him to fuck me doggie style, which is my favorite position. After telling him how to do it, he pounded and pounded away as I came... God, I forget how many times. But it was a lot. Gerard was a quick learner, I thought. "Okay, Gerard," I said. "Now you're gonna give me every drop." I pushed him down on the bed and knelt over him and pulled off the slick condom. I wrapped my mouth around his quivering cock. I felt the pulsing. I blew him hard porn-style, spitting on it and occasionally flicking the head of his cock with my tongue, and then I deep throated him. It took a few minutes, but Gerard finally started coming. The look on his face and his shuddering jaw were priceless. "Ohhh, fuck! Ohhh... Ohhh... Ohhh, shit, Elena! I... can't..." Gerard groaned as his hips rose and he began shaking. "Ohhh damn!" he growled as he came. His dick began spurting a gigantic load of delicious cum. I'd never seen a guy cum so hard or so much! I was barely able to get it all. "Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Gerard moaned as I swallowed greedily. "Oh my God! Oh... Oh, Elena! Damn!" He laid on the bed panting. It took a few minutes for him to begin to breathe normally. He was sweating buckets. He was hard again in no time and we fucked again. We met a once or twice a week for a little over a month, and Gerard really improved. I was fairly proud of myself. I began seeing him with a cute little blonde with perky tits and a great ass. I didn't know her name. I wondered if Gerard was putting what I taught him to good use. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little hot for her myself. One night, Gerard was with me again. In the middle of a blowjob, I brought her up. "So... You fuck her yet?" I asked. "Who?" asked Gerard. "Mandy?" "Mmm-hmm," I grunted with his cock buried in my throat. "Yeah," he said. "A few times." "She's really cute," I said, and after a little more sucking, I stopped and playfully told him I'd like a piece of her, too. "I think she's straight, Elena," Gerard protested with a tinge of anger and frustration. "Oh, I think I can cure that," I purred happily as I jacked him slowly. "I swear I'm gonna turn her lez, Gerard! Imagine Mandy's mouth full of my pussy. I'm betting her kitty gets really, really wet, huh? I bet she cums hard. Hey, wouldn't you like to get in on that action, huh? A threesome with two hot girls? Every man's dream!" "You... bitch!" grunted a shuddering Gerard through gritted teeth. I could tell he was thinking about it because his cock got a little harder. I just chuckled. "Gerard, babe. I was just joking," I insisted. But I really wasn't. To make things better, I let him fuck my ass. I'd begun doing anal about six months earlier and I was surprised that I liked it. Gerard did a pretty good job. He came over the Saturday before the Happy Driver closed. I'd been putting in applications all over the place, but no one had called me for an interview. I was needing a shoulder to cry on and was going to ask him to stay the whole night. But then Gerard said something which stunned me. "Listen, Elena," said Gerard. "I have an idea, but you're probably not going to like it." "Gerard, I'm nearly broke, I'm in debt up to my eyeballs, I don't have a car, and I'm not even going to have a fucking job in a couple of days," I ranted. "I don't get a job, I might end up homeless. I don't like that! Believe me, I'm open to damn near anything right now." Elena: My Story Pt. 01 "Okay, Elena," Gerard said soothingly. "You know how Phi Omi's mostly non-scholarship guys?" I shrugged. "I guess." "Well, we're all from well-off families. Check out our parking lot sometime," he said. "Okay? So what's this got to do with me?" I asked in total confusion. "Elena?" Gerard said irritably. He paused and acted like he was trying to choose his words carefully. "Okay, Elena... Maybe you could do for others what you did for me? Just temporarily, I mean." I realized what Gerard was getting at. Now, most women would've slapped the taste out of his mouth. I wasn't most women. I was surprised that I wasn't even mildly offended. "I guess I could," I said a minute later. "You know someone who's got the money?" "Wow, Elena," said a stunned Gerard. "You serious? I thought I would have to work like hell to convince you." "Well, I love sex and I need money bad. Believe me, I don't need much convincing right now," I replied. "So, like I said, you know someone?" "Well..." said Gerard. "How about Van?" "No!" I yelled. "But he's pretty wealthy," Gerard insisted. "Yeah, and he's a motormouth, too!" I yelled. "Wait! Van's in your fraternity?" Gerald nodded. "Then you know as well as I do that he can't keep his mouth shut for shit," I complained. "Yeah," Gerard sighed in agreement. "Okay, how's this? What if I talk to him and make him promise brother to brother to keep his mouth shut about you?" He emphasized the words brother to brother. I supposed it was code for "keep your fucking mouth shut or else." "You sure that'll work?" I asked suspiciously. "Yeah," Gerald said insistently. "He knows the consequences of breaking the code. He won't risk that. I'll just tell him that I know a girl who'll make every girl he's ever been with pale in comparison. Good enough?" "Yeah. Fine. I'm trusting you on this, Gerard," I said. "So, how much do you think I can get?" "Aw, jeez, Elena. I don't know his finances," Gerard replied testily. "He's loaded, okay?" "Well...?" I replied. "Ask him how much." Gerard said he didn't have Van's number, but had a good idea where he'd be. He kissed me and left. A couple of hours later, my cell rang. "Hi, Elena? It's Gerard," said the voice. Gah! It's a major pet peeve when someone I know calls my cell phone and introduces themselves. I had Gerard's info in it, so I knew who was calling before I pressed the talk button. "Really? I thought it was the president," I said sarcastically. Gerard said nothing. "What's the news, Gerard?" I asked impatiently. "Okay... Van wants to spend the night with you, and he said he'd go a grand," Gerard said. I couldn't believe my ears. "Wha...? A thousand freaking dollars?" I blurted. "Tell him yes!" "But..." Gerard said cautiously. My stomach knotted. "But what?" I asked. "There was a little problem," he said. "Ohmigod!" I said as I rubbed my eyes. "What the hell are you talking about, Gerard?" "Roberto wants in, too," said Gerard meekly. "Roberto? Who the fuck is Roberto and how the fuck...?" I yelled into the phone. I was downright pissed off now. "He came home early and I guess he overheard us," Gerard interrupted. "Honestly, Elena, I thought he was at the library. Swear to God! He's pre-law you know?" "Geraaaarrrrd!" I cried out as I hung my head. "I didn't use your name. Honestly, Elena," Gerard insisted. "Good! Okay, Gerard," I said. "I guess it's not your fault. Oh my God!" I sat down and buried my head in my other hand and took a deep breath. "Alright, Gerard. Here's how it's going down: Tell Van yes, and tell him I want half in advance. You get the money from him and bring it back here." "Okay. And what about Roberto?" asked Gerard. I sighed again and I wondered if I was going to have to screw the entire frat house. "Tell him to take a cold shower and tell him I'll see him the next day. And it won't be an overnighter. Just a couple of hours. $500. And I don't give a damn what they think about it, they're coming here." "Why not our place?" asked Gerard simply. God, he could be so dense sometimes! "Think, Gerard! It's a frat house! We've been through this!" I yelled. "Oh, yeah," he said dismissively. "But I wouldn't worry about it too much. These guys are..." "I don't care, Gerard!" I interrupted. "It happens here or it happens nowhere!" "Alright, Elena. Calm down," Gerard said. "I'll tell them. Talk to you when I can. Bye." He hung up. "Idiot!" I screamed to the ceiling and tossed my iPhone on the sofa in frustration. I needed a release. I stripped off all my clothes and broke out my trusty friend. I plopped down on the sofa and got my pussy nice and wet, got the vibe slick, then slid it in me. I sighed. God it felt so good! Forget diamonds. A good orgasm or three is a girl's best friend. About 90 minutes later, I heard a knock at my door. I opened it to see Gerard. He stepped in and kissed me. He reached into a pocket and pulled out a wad of bills. I counted it. $500. I smiled. "Alright, call Van and tell him the party starts at ten. You're going to bring him here and take him home," I told Gerard. "Call me when you get back here with him." "Okay," he said simply with a hint of disappointment in his voice. "What? Did you think I was going let you leave empty-handed?" I said, unbuckling his jeans. Gerard smiled. After we were finished, he drove me to the store. I gave him one of the fifties and told him to go in and get a big box of condoms. Afterward, he dropped me off at my apartment and left. I took a shower and made sure I was fresh. I put on a miniskirt with the smallest top I had. No bra or panties. I teased my hair and looked at myself in the mirror. Not bad, I thought. A little before ten, my iPhone rang. It was Gerard. I hit talk. "Hello?" I asked. "He's here," Gerard said. "Send him up please," I replied. I thought I'd be more nervous than I was. A few minutes later, I heard the knock. I opened it, and Van's jaw about hit the floor. "E-Elena?" said Van in shock looking me up and down. "You're..." "Yes, Van," I replied. "And this is between us. My name doesn't get mentioned to your buddies or anyone else. I'm sure Gerard explained the rules." Van nodded. "Come in please," I told him. As soon as the door was closed, Van reached into a pocket and brought out a wad of bills and handed it to me. "There it is," he said, with a shuddering voice. "God you're beautiful, Elena. You have no idea how long I've wanted to be with you." I kissed him on the lips. Tongue met tongue. After a few minutes, I broke it. "Nice!" I said. "Want something to drink?" "Nope," said Van. He picked me up and carried me to the sleeper sofa and laid me down gently. He began feeling me up as he kissed. I stiffened and moaned as his fingers found my slit. We undressed each other and soon we were both completely nude. Van's cock was really nice. A little shorter than Gerard's, but probably a little wider. And Van knew how to eat pussy, too! We had sex four times before we fell asleep. He even fucked me in my ass. Van, to my shock, was incredible, and he was a good conversationalist with a cute sense of humor. We fucked again when we woke up and he left about noon. And I had to admit I missed him. Gerard had done a pretty good job of learning the fine art of fucking, and I loved sex with him, but Van was amazing. Roberto was good, too. He was very handsome with slightly dark skin and a really nice personally. It seemed like he never went all the way soft. He was able to go three times in two hours. If the rest of Phi Omi was like Gerard, Van, and Roberto, I thought maybe screwing the whole fraternity wouldn't be such a bad thing after all. The last day at the Happy Driver was a bittersweet one. Not one company I'd applied at called back, and I realized I was going to have to ramp up my clandestine sex career. Within a couple of weeks, I'd seen Van twice and Roberto again. And there was another Phi Omi guy named Aaron, too. He was a bit on the chubby side, but he was nice. I even fucked Clay, the frat's president. I'd finally saved enough to buy a car: a cheap, but reliable used Hyundai. I also found a part-time job as a waitress at a family restaurant. It was only for three nights a week, but it was something. I reserved two nights for my side business and only saw two or three guys a day. Gerard got it free because he was my driver. I took a giant risk and did an overnight with one of the town's top businessmen. I don't know who told him, but I didn't care because I got two grand out of him. But I realized I was never going to get out of debt fucking frat guys. I made plans to taper off seeing the college boys and expand after I learned how to be a proper escort. One day, Gerard came to my apartment in a pretty bad mood and I refused to fuck him. We got into a nasty argument. "You know, Elena? I've been doing what you wanted for too fucking long," he snarled. "I'm taking a huge risk. And since I'm acting as your pimp, I deserve something extra for it." He walked up to me. I involuntarily backed up and bumped against the wall. "G-Gerard... Honey... I..." I said in genuine fear. "I don't feel like waiting," he said simply. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans and boxers down. Hard as a fucking rock! "Now fucking get busy, girl," he ordered. "You're so fucking proud of yourself? Now you're gonna see the monster you created. So get busy." And as if my mind were being controlled, I dropped to my knees, and took his cock in my mouth. Gerard was in complete control. I had been naughty and this was the price for it. Gerard took his frustrations out on me. He forced his thick cock down my throat. I gagged and tears streamed down my face, and I swear I felt pussy juice running down the insides of my thighs. "Oh, yeah... Oh, Elena," Gerard moaned. "God you're so good." A few minutes into the mouthfucking, he shoved me away. I struggled to catch my breath. He roughly pulled me up, and literally threw me onto the sofa and ripped my clothes off. "Ow!" I yelled in protest. "Shut up!" he barked. He climbed on me, stuck one finger in my pussy and roughly fingered me. Then two fingers, then three. I was so wet. I craved for Gerard to brutalize my slit. He called me a filthy whore, and said if he was going to be my pimp, he was going to teach me how pimps teach their whores to know their fucking place. Without warning, Gerard rammed his cock into me, causing me to yelp. It didn't hurt. I fucking liked it. I've been horny before, but not like this. He relentlessly pounded me for fifteen solid minutes. Each time, I felt his cock rub against my happy spot like it did every time he fucked me doggie style. His cock was made for it. How many times did I cum? Could the neighbors hear my screaming? Did they think I was being raped? Was it or wasn't it? I didn't know. Then Gerard reached underneath and got his hand slick with my juices and worked one finger, then two in my tight asshole and fingerfucked it as I screamed. "Stop! Oh, please! Sto-o-o-o-p!" I cried in a staccato plea. More tears ran down my face and fell like rain to the blue sofa, creating a large dark blue spot. "Okay, bitch," he growled and panted. "You like having that filthy asshole of yours fucked?" "Y-yessss!" I cried. "Oh, God!" Gerard leaned to my ear. "He'll have mercy," he said quietly. He spat on my asshole as I grew dizzy and the room spun as he forced his cock past my sphincter and buried it in my bowels. I screamed and cried harder as he fucked my ass harder than it had ever been fucked. I begged him to stop again. But of course I really didn't mean it. I needed this. By God, I deserved this. How long did he do it? Ten minutes? Fifteen? I lost track of time. Gerard finally pulled out and turned me over and pulled my head close to his cock. He ordered me to open wide and began stroking himself. About a minute later, Gerard moaned loudly and streams of hot, gooey cum erupted from his cock. Some went in my mouth, some landed on my face, some landed on my tits, and some dripped off my chin. I felt like I was taking a cum bath. "Oh, fuck! Oh, Elena!" exhaled Gerard with a smile on his face. A few minutes later, he gently helped me off the bed and led me to the shower. Under the running water, we kissed. He was so gentle. So tender. He told me he loved me. I loved him.