0 comments/ 26600 views/ 2 favorites Pretty Woman By: jackal1 I watched the packed dance floor. Things were getting hotter. The music was louder, the lights dimmer. Bodies rocked together – brushing, touching and teasing. Men and women. Didn’t quite see it happen. My attention was focused on the hot bodies swaying on the dance floor. As I sipped a drink my eyes leveled on her. She was sitting right across. It was a table for two. I wasn’t expecting company that night. Don’t know exactly when she slipped into the chair. Her blue-gray eyes mocked me. They seemed to say, “Dancing is not what you are here for…you want to fuck, don’t you?” Then she smiled. And I had to put the glass down. I was in serious danger of spilling my drink. She looked ravishing. Highlighted blonde hair cut short. Wide smooth forehead. Full red lips. “Are you supposed to be here?” I couldn’t believe I said that. After all, I had done my fair share of under age drinking and bar hopping. But she looked so young. “Why shouldn’t I be…I can do anything she does?” She pointed to the woman I had been talking to earlier. She pouted – a jealous look on her face. “How old are you?” I laughed. “Old enough,” she said. “Ok, fine. Would you like a drink…and please don’t ask for anything alcoholic.” “I am drunk.” “Yeah, I can tell. But you aren’t drinking anymore.” “Oh. You’re turning out to be a boring old jerk wad.” We walked to the bar. Black hot pants and a tight red tank top. Her ass swayed as she walked. Sexy ass. She was almost a woman. I got her a root beer. She pouted. But didn’t leave. “What’s your name?” “Erika.” “Erika. Nice name. I am Jack. Pleased to meet you.” She rolled her eyes. “So, tell me, what do you do? High school?” “Dropped out.” “Parents.” “Don’t have.” “What are you doing in Miami?” “I came to Miami beginning of summer…ran away from...you aren’t a cop, are you?” “Nah. We just met. At this bar. We are talking. People talk, you know?” “I know!” “Ok, then?” “Then what?” “What’s your story?” “I had a uncle who I lived with. Fucker. He beat me. And stuff. Ran away days after my eighteenth birthday. Don’t want to talk about that.” Her face had changed. Anger. Eyes flashed. I had touched some deep resentment. “So what do you do here?” “Business.” “What business?” “Listen, Jack. You wanna take me to your hotel room or not?” “Hotel room! You a hooker?” “You asshole. Think you are hot shit?” “Sorry. It’s just that you seem too young…” “I told you I am old enough.” “I believe you.” I soothed her, “It’s just that I didn’t expect to be approached in here.” I smiled at her and said, “You did it so well. Had me fooled. I swear I thought you were just a club regular…hangin’ out. Didn’t even think I’d get lucky with you. I am sorry.” She seemed pleased. “You didn’t think you’d get lucky with me?” “Nope.” “Well, I do hang out here…waiting for the losers to get horny.” “Nice.” “It’s business,” she said stiffly. Then with another one of those spectacular drink spilling smiles, “So what do you say? Your room…or I can arrange one.” “Hmm…let’s do my room.” “Oh. Great! Um…it’s fifty bucks for an hour. You can do whatever you want. Except I don’t do ass…” “Cut the sales talk, honey,” I said taking her hand, “Let’s go.” I was on one of those six days-five nights packages to Miami. Soaking in the sun during the day and the night life during the nights. “I take the money first,” she declared. We were in my hotel room. I counted five big ones. “That’s five hundred bucks…ten hours of your time.” She giggled, “I am robbing you…what are you? A freak or something? Think you can fuck for ten hours?” “Yeah. Superman. I can fuck for ten hours.” “You serious?” Her eyes looked at me – innocence. “Am yankin’ your chain, honey. Listen, I want you to sleep on that bed. I’ll take the couch. We’ll talk in the morning. I’ll even buy you breakfast. What do you say?” “You kiddin’ me?” “No, hon.” And I kept looking at her – my face serious. “You aren’t kidding. You are weird!” “Just say yes!” She looked doubtful, “What’s your game, weirdo?” “No game, Erika. I want to talk to you. But you are drunk right now. I am too – a little. So we sleep and talk in the morning. Fair?” “Not fair. I have business!” “Don’t be silly. What business? You won’t make five-hundred bucks with anyone else tonight!” She considered this for a moment. Then said, “All right. So I sleep. You do weird stuff while?” “No, Erika. I sleep too. No weird stuff. I promise.” “All men are pigs. And all they want is pussy.” “Indeed.” “You don’t think so?” “I haven’t had the same experiences you have had, Erika,” I said patiently. “You are weird!” And with that she jumped into the comfy king-sized bed. She put her arms around a couple soft pillows and sat up. “A show? Oh, yeah. You want a show, don’t you?” She pulled up the tight tank top she was wearing. Black bra under. Tan lines showed above her cups. Perky boobs. Man. Did I ever want to fuck that beauty. Right there. To her I said, “No, Erika. I don’t want a show. I want you to sleep. And get some sleep myself.” She pulled down her tank. I had to laugh. She looked so cute – like a little girl. And confused. Pouting. I don’t think she had ever been in this kind of a situation “So you think you are too good for me?” “Of course not. I think you are a great person and I’d be privileged to…” “C’mon, fuck me. I am slut. I wanna fuck.” “Good night, Erika.” “Good night, ass wipe.” “Yeah, that’s nice.” “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” “What?” “Are you a psycho…will you kill me while I sleep?” “Don’t be silly. And you don’t have to sleep if you’re scared. You can leave after ten hours and a room-service breakfast.” “All right, weird dude. You got it! Now go away.” I settled into the couch for the night. It had been a long day and I slept. While half asleep I felt something warm and soft press against my body. I reached with my arms and cuddled. It felt good. My hands cupped rounded tits. Kissed a sensual open mouth. A warm soft hand caressed my crotch. My body tingled with pleasure. Then I woke up. Erika! She was totally naked. I was so turned on. My cock was hard. My heart pumping. My body wanted to fuck. Needed to fuck – I hadn’t for months. The touch of her naked body aroused me. Lust. My hand streaked down between her legs. And found wet. Desire wreaked through my body. I will never know why I did what I did next. I jumped up and flipped lights on. “What do you think you are doing?” I had raised my voice. A thin sheet covered her slim body. Heaving breasts and erect nipples. Flat belly. Her mound outlined where the sheet dipped between her legs. Golden hair on the pillow. “What’s wrong?” she asked. Her voice trembled. She was crying. Lips quivering and big tears rolling down her cheeks. “Oh, Erika. I am sorry.” “You don’t want me? Am I ugly to you?” “You are beautiful.” “But you don’t want me?” I had been wearing a boxer with a slit upfront. My hard cock was peeping out. I looked down at my cock. “What does it look like to you?” She followed my eyes. And grinned. He face lit up again. “Oh. You want me!” she exclaimed. I sat down on the edge of the couch. I took her hand. Wiped her tears. She touched my hard cock. Her shapely thighs pressed into me. The sheet moved and her perky tits showed. Bikini tan lines and large areolas. Swollen nipples. Oh man. It took all my self-control to not put my mouth on those tits. I grinned back at her, “Yes, I do,” I said truthfully, “Very much…I would love to. I have wanted to from the moment I set my eyes on you.” “Really?” “Yeah.” “But, you won’t?” I shook my head. My hands caressed her silky hair. “You are the strangest man I’ve ever met.” “I know.” “And why won’t you?” she asked. “Wish I knew,” I replied. “What do we do now?” “Let’s go for a walk.” Stars shimmered in the clear night sky. Sand at our feet. The sound of waves crashing relentlessly in our ears. We talked about her life. She had lived with her uncle since she was twelve. Things had become progressively worse as she grew up. He had started making passes at her. And finally had forced himself on her days after her eighteenth birthday. She had gone out with friends. And when she came the incident happened. “I cried the whole time.” “What happened?” “He was mad with me for staying out late. Asked me what I had been doing. I told him none of his business now that I was grown up.” “Yeah?” “He turned hostile. Told me I should show him what a grown woman could do. I told him to fuck off. And he came after me.” “Where did it happen?” “In my room. On my bed. He overpowered me. I was wearing a skirt – no leggings. He tore my panties off. And used his weight to pin me down as he did it.” “What did you do?” “I resisted initially. But he slapped me so hard. Why do all men slap women so well? Is there a summer camp for boys where they teach you to slap women?” I shook my head. She continued, “He held me by the hair and forced his cock in. I was hostile. Not wet. Not ready. But he went in, anyways.” “Did it hurt?” She laughed, “He was small. I could handle him. But, yeah. It did hurt ‘cuz I was hostile and not willing.” “Yeah?” “He finished inside me. Didn’t pull out or anything. The asshole. He could have got me pregnant. Luckily I had my period the next day. So I couldn’t have got pregnant – the rhythm method, you know?” “Yeah.” “What happened afterwards?” “I walked around with his jizz inside me. I was mad. I ejected his cum. Showered. I left home the next day.” “And what have you been dong in Miami?” “I tried waiting at tables the first couple days. Then I got this offer from this gal who sat at one of my tables. She told me I was pretty. And could make more money as a hooker. We share the rent now. What did I have to lose at that point – my virginity?” “How many men have you done it with?” “Hmm…don’t know. The big goal is to get repeats you know. Men who come here once a month – to party and screw. Away from their wives.” “How do you feel about everything?” “I never thought of myself as sexy. But you know what?” “What?” “I discovered I could attract men. Think it is there in every girl. Only we don’t always use it. But it’s there waiting to be tapped.” “Did you see that coming?” “Not really. Then one night I was desperate. Didn’t have any money left to pay the rent. Something inside me switched on.” “Tell me about that first night.” “Oh. That was quite silly actually. I was desperate. I got turned down many times. Then I noticed this guy sitting and drinking alone.” “Go on.” “Yeah. And I noticed he was staring at all the women in a particular way.” “What do you mean?” “His eyes focused on their tits.” “So what did you do?” “Like I said, something silly. I went to the bathroom. Took off my bra and put it in my bag. Then I opened my shirt buttons so my boobs were half out.” “So you approached him?” “Didn’t even have to. I sat at a bar stool and showed him what I got.” “He came to you?” “I smiled at him. He came with his tongue hangin’.” “And then?” “He stared at my tits the entire time. Even when he fucked. He came staring like they were some special.” “Did you enjoy the fuck?” “Yeah. Kind of. I treated it like…I was the hunter. And they were my prey.” “You enjoyed the hunting?” “Sort of. It was a challenge. And everyone’s slightly different.” “So what happened to the tit-guy?” “Oh. He got his fuck. I always make ‘em use protection. And I got a huge tip.” “Doubles?” “Yeah. Close.” “From that day on, I could look at a guy and figure out what he would want from me.” “Really?” “Yeah. Every guy has a hook. And then my whole body would naturally move to provoke lust.” “Wow. That sounds amazing. What do you think I’d go for?” “Ass!” “What!?” “You heard me!” “You are amazing.” “Yeah, I was all right. Till tonight. Now I am so confused, Jack.” She snuck a hand under my arm. Rested her head on my shoulder. “Would you consider finishing high school?” “I would. Yeah. I used to get good grades in that type of thing.” “Can I kiss you now?” she asked. “No.” “Jack?” I recognized her voice immediately. I was in my office – just picked up the phone. “Erika!” “How have you been?” “Good. And you?” “I have news!” “Tell me.” “Nick’s proposed to me. I said yes! We are going to get married!” She had met Nick a couple years back. “Whoa, baby! Great news. Congratulations!” “Yeah.” “How do you feel?” “I feel great!” “That’s good.” “Any date yet?” “Sometime next year. We don’t want to rush. Both of us need to settle into our jobs.” “Anything new at your end?” “Not really…same shit different day.” “Jack?” Her voice was suddenly serious. “Yeah?” “I want to meet you.” “Oh. Sure. Do you want me to come down to New York?” She was finishing college in New York. So was Nick. “No. I want to meet in Miami…like that first time…remember?” “Vividly, Eri. Um…do you want me to get reservations?” “I already have.” “What? Where did you get the money?” “Campus jobs…I saved up.” “Not business?” “No.” She laughed. It was a joke she and I shared. “Ok. But why do you want to see me in Miami?” “To say…thank you.” “Oh. Stop. What did I do?” “You turned my life around, Jack…in case you didn’t know.” “You are being silly. You stayed with my mom for only a year to finish high school. Your grades got you a college scholarship. I can’t take credit for all that, young lady.” “Can I fed-ex over the tickets, Jack…it’s for this weekend. I can always postpone if you are busy.” “That won’t be necessary. I have nothing planned.” “Cool.” “Yeah, very cool, Eri. Look forward to seeing you.” “Call me when you get the tickets.” “I will.” “Bye, Jack.” “Bye, Eri.” It was a warm morning in Miami. We sat in the sun. A small breakfast place. Both of us had taken red-eyes. It was a Saturday morning. We sipped lattes. And took each other in. She had grown since that first time. Her posture. Demeanor. Body. She looked more confident. Moved gracefully. And her body had filled out in the right places. Her face had shed puppy fat. Her breasts were rounded and firm. And her hips curved like a full woman’s. She had grown her hair – now it cascaded richly half-way to her hips. And her ass had firmed up sexily. She wasn’t a teenager anymore. She smiled at me. “What are you looking at, Jack?” “You.” “What about me?” Color rushed to her ears. “You look sensational.” She laughed. “You are kind.” “Let’s hit the beach early. We can lay on the sands and talk.” “Good idea.” The color of the water that day matched her eyes. Mesmerizing. The sun felt good on my body. We bought beach-ware from a tiny shop – towels, suntan lotion - that type of thing. At the beach, I watched her strip. She was wearing a loose white shirt and a skirt. My heart beat faster as I watched her take off her shirt. Snug bikini top under. Then her skirt came off. My eyes were glued to the area between her legs. I was glad I was wearing shades – it would be embarrassing otherwise. I felt the blood rush to my loins. With a toss of her head she smiled at me - beckoning me to rub suntan on her back. The smile still left me breathless. I rubbed her back. Taking my time. Relaxing her muscles, her neck. She didn’t say anything. When I was done, she said, “My turn.” Her soft hands kneaded my back. My cock was hard as I pressed into the warm sand. I felt her tit press into me as she reached for more lotion. Then we lay side-by-side on the towels our bodies touching sometimes. We talked – catching up. “Do you love Nick?” I asked her. She nodded, “Very much. What can I say? I want to spend the rest of my life with him…if he will have me.” “He feel the same way?” “Yeah. I think so. He accepts me as I am. Never asked about my past.” We held hands savoring the moment - her happiness and our friendship. “What do you want to do this evening?” “Um…how about we go to the bar where we met?” she asked. “Sounds good to me!” That evening she wore a black leather skirt. And a tight red buttoned shirt. Thick mascara, red lipstick - the works. “You dressed for business, Eri!” I had to say. She laughed, “Yeah, I feel raunchy.” We stayed at the bar till past midnight. We danced. Drank. And then we danced some more. Our bodies touching. Teasing. Warm bodies around us. Then she proposed going back to the hotel. We had separate rooms. But she followed me in and pushed me into the couch. “What…” I started. “Shut up!” she exclaimed. Throwing her head back, she ran a hand over her tits down to her hips. I watched. Sitting at my feet, she parted her legs. Her skirt hiked up as she parted her panties. Pink pussy lips. A thin layer of hair. She rubbed her pussy hole with a finger. Then she rubbed her finger on my leg. I felt her wetness. As I watched, she put a finger on each side of her clit. Her eyes fixed on me, she rubbed her clit. Moaning softly, she inserted a finger into her pussy hole. Her finger went in effortlessly. And she fucked herself with one finger. Just a few strokes. Then she stopped with a smile. She kneeled in front of me. Her hands caressed my crotch sending shock waves to my brain. But this time I didn’t pull back. I surrendered to the sensation. She smiled up at me. Her blue eyes laughing. Enjoying the effect she was having on me. She pulled my shorts off. Licked the outline of my cock under the briefs. I was hardening. “May I?” she asked. I nodded. She pulled my briefs down and my cock bobbed out. She held my cock. Staring at it. Massaging. Then she looked up quickly. Eyes fluttering. Slightly glazed over. She sucked my cock. I watched as she wrapped her lips around the head. Smudges of red lipstick. And then she was licking all over. Her tongue was playful. Waiting for my response as she licked. I guess she got feedback from my groans and facial expressions. She stood up. I sat back in the couch – my cock straight up and hard. Lifting her skirt and wiggling her ass, she rolled down her panties. “Can I?” she asked. “Yeah.” Pulling my legs closer, she stood over me – her legs apart. Then she held my cock and lowered herself – guiding my cock into her pussy. She was slippery wet. She moved on top – bouncing on my cock in slow motion. I felt the walls of her wet pussy around my cock. Wet, wet, wet. Loved that sensation. She unbuttoned her shirt. My hands unhooked her bra. I found her full tits with my mouth. I sucked in a mouthful. She threw her head back. Her hand got a fistful of my hair. She stopped moving. “What’s wrong?” I asked. She got off me and lay down on the bed. “Fuck me, Jack.” I went on top of her. She wrapped her legs around me. I lasted five strokes. Maybe six. And I unloaded with an uncontrolled groan. I lay on top of her. Still breathing hard. Our cheeks touching. My limping cock still inside her pussy hole – slipping out. She pushed me off her. I lay on my side and watched as she reached between her legs. And smeared her fingers with the wetness of her pussy. Our combined juices. She tasted her finger. And gave me one – playful. “I like your taste…do you like mine?” she said. “You taste good!” We lay naked in each others arms for a long time. Talking. She caressed my chest. “I wanted to be your whore tonight.” “Why?” “I took your money…ten hours.” Pretty Woman It all happened pretty naturally, really. I was an attractive, confident female graduate of the academy, one of just six women out of a class of 40, and the only one of those six who could convincingly pull off posing as a hooker. No offense to the other women - let's just say it was obvious that many of them played for the other team. Anyway, I was quickly selected to join the vice squad, and given the task of putting on a different disguise each shift and walking the streets as a decoy to pull in johns. At first, I was all business, just seeing it as a chance to prove my professionalism and work towards a promotion, so I could be doing the work I was really passionate about. My goal was to work my way up to the rank of detective, so I could work on really important cases, getting bank robbers and murderers off the streets. If my perfect body and my willingness to pose as a member of the oldest profession was my ticket to get there, so be it. I should probably take a moment to share a bit more detail about what my work entailed. I was never actually at risk of following through on the act in question with the guys who picked me up. My job was to look the part, walk the street, reel the guys in, and then signal my backup as soon as the john had offered me money for sex. I showed up to work late each afternoon, dressed in whatever jeans and t-shirt I had thrown on at home, and selected an appropriate wardrobe from the strange assortment of slutty outfits we'd put together at the station. Some days it would be red leather, some days black, sometimes I'd go with the red wig, other times blonde. The key was that I look as inviting as possible, while disguising my actual identity. Beyond the clothes, wigs, and makeup, though, it didn't take much for me to look the part. At 22, I was in perfect shape - well-proportioned at 5'7" and 120 pounds, nice perky tits, long legs, and a great ass - so my boyfriend always told me, anyway. I had lived a fairly straight-laced life up to this point, so I have to admit I was a little shocked each time I looked in the mirror when I was dressed for the street. The first few times I went out, I was a little scared, but any feelings of worry quickly wore off as I got used to the routine of signalling for the arrest. Strange as it may sound, it actually got a little dull, as I never did more than just hop in a stranger's car, talk for a few seconds, and then get back out once the backup car's siren went off. The most enjoyable part of the task for me was choosing the slutty outfit and strutting up and down the street corner, as it was a unique experience for me to act in a such a blatantly sexual way. In fact, before long, this part of the job started to turn me on. Even though it was all an act, and I was being paid to catch these poor suckers, rather than to fuck them, I couldn't help enjoying all the attention as they drove by, honking and hollering at my hot body. And soon, I found myself quite frustrated, shocked at the realization that at least a small, dirty part of me wanted to follow through on one of these transactions. It was when I started fantasizing about it, imagining a stranger paying me for sex as my boyfriend fucked me to orgasm, that I realized I owed it to myself to live out this fantasy, at least once. Knowing everyone in vice in this town, I knew I'd need to go elsewhere - the risk of being caught by a colleague was just too great. I quickly decided on Vegas, figuring I could make a quick trip some weekend when my boyfriend was going out of town for business, and catching a little of the 'what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas' action without anyone finding out. Three weeks after I'd made this decision, the opportunity finally presented itself. In the meantime, I'd made a trip to one of the local adult shops, picking out my outfit for the trip - a black leather bustier and mini skirt, matching knee-high boots, and crotchless fishnet tights. I was so turned on by shopping for the clothes that I fingered myself to a breathless orgasm in the dressing room as I tried them on. I packed my bag, which contained little more than that outfit and a fresh supply of condoms, and hopped the quick flight, checking into the hotel I'd chosen near a likely street corner. I'd done my research in advance, thinking the safest bet would be to target a convention crowd - straight-laced guys interested in a fun time away from the wife or girlfriend - rather than a seedier part of town where I might risk running into a psycho. I hung out in my hotel room for a few hours, waiting for dusk to arrive, but also gathering up my courage. As excited as I'd been about this scenario for the past several weeks, I was suddenly nervous once it was actually within sight. I showered, played with my long brown hair for a while before finally settling on two youthful pigtails, and then slipped into my skin-tight leather outfit. I was only on the street for a few minutes before the first car pulled over, and I chickened out, pretending to ignore the driver's advances as if I dressed like this every night and was on my way somewhere. A few more cars slowed as they passed me, and finally I took a deep breath and decided to respond to the next guy who pulled over. It was a silver sedan, a rental car, I noticed, thinking that to be a good sign, clearly someone in town for business. The driver pulled around the corner to a side street before stopping, so that I had to walk several steps to catch up with him before leaning down to look at him through the passenger window he'd opened. I was pleased with what I saw, a handsome and well-dressed man of about 40 with a kind face. This was my chance, no backing out now. "Hey, honey, looking for a good time?" "Sure, baby," the stranger replied to my breasts, "why don't you come in out of the cold." "Just one thing before I get in," I said coyly, "you're not a cop, are you?" "Nope, just a regular guy in town for a conference, looking for a little fun after a boring day of meetings! What about you," he said with a chuckle, "you're not undercover, are you?" I felt myself blush, but quickly pulled myself together and got into the car next to him. I couldn't believe the rush, the dialogue no longer just a script I'd been trained to follow. "Are you kidding, with a body like this?" I spread my legs in the seat next to him, and his eyes followed my hands as they traced their way up my thighs. I was pretending to do my hooker act, but in fact I was so turned on that I couldn't keep my hands off myself. "So, what's your name?" I asked him. "Richard, what's yours?" "You can call me Danielle," I replied, surprised at myself but even more turned on after giving him my real name. "So, what would you like?" "What do you do?" "Anything you can afford." He leaned over and whispered a naughty scenario in my ear, and I blushed once again. "Hmm, no problem, if you've got 200 bucks. I assume your hotel is nearby?" He responded by sitting back behind the wheel and making a quick turn at the next intersection, going around the block, just as I'd feared, to pull into the garage of the same hotel where I was staying. Oh well, it would make for an easy return "home" once my job was complete! Just before we entered the parking garage, I heard the familiar "whoop" of a police siren, and had to grit my teeth to keep from jumping out of my skin. A quick glance in the side mirror confirmed that it was a speeding motorist, not a naughty out-of-town vice cop, that they were after. Whew. As soon as we were in his room, he pulled two crisp hundreds out of his wallet and put them on the table by the door. I could have jumped him right then, excited as I was at the naughty prospect of being paid for sex, but reminded myself that I had been hired for a job, and he'd been quite specific about his desires. I went to the wardrobe and pulled out the silk ties he'd told me would be there, as he quickly stripped naked. He laid down on the bed, and I climbed on top of him, slowly tying each of his hands to the headboard. Once his hands were tied, I stood back up and began a slow, sexy strip, peeling out of the tight, hot leather, but leaving on the boots and fishnets, just as he'd instructed. I watched his cock harden as he watched me, and felt the juices already flowing from my pussy. I couldn't wait any longer, and climbed onto the bed, taking his cock first into my hands and then into my mouth. He moaned in pleasure as I slowly engulfed his length, and then began bobbing up and down on him as my fingers tickled his balls. I was just able to manage his length and girth, taking him completely into my throat with each stroke. I sucked him off for a few more minutes, before he pushed me away, wanting to move on to his next desire before he shot his load. I stood up on the bed, giving him a great view up my long, sexy legs to my wet pussy. Unzipping one of my boots just a bit, I fished out one of the condoms I had packed for my trip. Kneeling back down above him, ripped the package open with my teeth and stroked his cock as I slid the condom on. With his cock jutting upward from his body and his hands still tied, I began touching myself as he had instructed, while he watched, helpless to do anything but watch the excitement build. I began by playing with my tits, fondling them in my hands and pressing each nipple upwards to meet my outstretched tongue. Soon, I couldn't help but let my hands fall to my pussy. Two fingers explored my clit while three fingers of the other hand easily slid deep into my wet hole. I kept my eyes fixed on his as I began to furiously finger-fuck myself, approaching orgasm so quickly that I could hardly believe it. The room was soon filled with the smell of my juices as my fingers slid in and out, and I cried out in pleasure. Before he had a chance to complain about being left out, I pulled my hands away and pressed down onto his waiting cock. The feeling of fullness was fabulous, and I began riding him fast and hard. As I fucked him, I reached up and untied his hands. As soon as he was free, he rolled us over and began fucking me from behind, doggy style. He asked me to talk dirty, and I easily obliged, feeling quite dirty. "Yes, that's it, fuck me like the whore I am, ride my tight pussy! You know I want it, so give it to me!" "Yes, that's it, yes!" He moaned as he pounded into me, letting his weight fall into mine so that his torso pressed against my back. "More, give me more!" "I'm about to cum, if that cock of yours just keeps pounding into me, I'm going to cum, I want to cover your cock with my slutty juices!" "Oh, god, yes! Unghhh...." He collapsed to the bed next to me, just as my pleasure was still flowing. I couldn't believe the power of my orgasm, and fingered my clit as I rode it out, my pussy literally dripping with my cum. He peeled off the condom and stroked his cock gently as he watched me, clearly enjoying the show. Satisfied as I was, I had to remind myself that I was pretending to be a professional. This wasn't a date where we'd stay and cuddle. He was expecting me to collect my cash and leave, and I had a hotel room of my own to get back to - just a few floors away. I said my goodbyes, grabbed my clothes and my cash, and rode the elevator back to my room. The story didn't actually end there - let's just say, I took a long, long hot shower, pleasuring myself as I remembered the events of the evening. Pretty Woman As Joy walked along the line of shops she felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman solely because of the amount of bags she was holding. Unfortunately the only person that had made any big mistakes was herself in wearing a pair of high heels to go shopping in. Her feet were in agony and she was seriously considering buying another pair of shoes just to be able to sit down and take her boots off. When she had left the house that morning the last thing she had expected to be doing was having a spending spree and wandering around a city centre in heels. The previous day her husband had been out for the duration, failing to tell her that he was going to bag yet another Munro with his mate and spend the evening demolishing a bottle of malt whisky with him. She had been so annoyed at his lack of communication and the state that he had staggered home in that she had decided it was her turn to go AWOL and give him a taste of his own medicine. Therefore, she had set off early that morning with no real inkling where she was going; just knowing that she wanted him to wonder where she was. Putting the radio up loud, she sped off without a clue as to where to go or what to do. She had just driven, feeling a little better with every mile that her car ate up. After driving for what seemed like hours, over a hundred miles had been consumed and she found herself on the outskirts of Aberdeen. Thinking there was nothing more therapeutic than a spot of shopping, she drove into the city centre and parked the car, determined to have some fun of her own for a change. Now, as she tottered along the pavement, she had had her pleasure and was now regretting her spur of the moment decision. Not because of the money she had spent but because the balls of her feet felt like they were on fire and if she did not sit down soon she was going to be forced to take her boots off and walk along the rest of Union Street in her stocking soles. It was then she spotted a pub on the corner with a sign boasting that they served Douwe Egberts coffee. She could not see through the frosted glass to see if it was the type of bar that she would normally frequent but at that point she could not have cared less as long as she was able to sit down and maybe even slip her boots off. She climbed the three stone steps to gain entry to the pub and pushed the door open with her shoulder, unable to use her bag laden hands. Distressingly, she just about fell into the bar as a flat capped old gentleman had chosen just that moment to remember he was married and that he should go home to his wife for his tea. Fortunately, she managed to keep her balance as she clattered through the door but her noisy entrance caused everyone in the bar to turn round and stare at her. Red in the face, she spotted the optics and concentrated on them as she made her way towards the overweight man wearing a Scotland rugby shirt who stood behind the large, old-fashioned wooden bar. She had known as soon as she had seen the man in the flat cap that this bar was not for her and the wolf whistles and raucous comments that accompanied her journey to the bar confirmed this for her. Determined to have a seat, she ignored the drunken rabble and waited for her turn to be served. "Can I have a white coffee please," she asked, trying to recapture some of her dignity. "Sorry hen, the machines knackered. I could boil you a kettle if you want I've got a jar of Nescafe." The Scottish rugby fan offered. "Erm, no. No thanks." The thought of an instant coffee hand-made by the man in front of her was not an appealing one. Making up her mind that she was definitely not walking any further, she decided to have a glass of red wine instead. She soon wished she had not when the barman opened a small bottle and poured it, in its entirety, into a small wine glass. He then gingerly handed it over to her trying his best not to spill any of the dark red liquid. Joy paid for her drink and then turned to see where she could sit down. In the corner of the bar there was a television perched up high on a shelf. Underneath it stood the crowd of men she had almost fallen into when she entered the dark, dingy bar. They were all standing, pint glasses in hand, watching Sky Sports News, waiting for the full time whistles to be blown around the country. There were a few tables scattered around the floor of the bar with some booths positioned along the side of the wall. Not wishing to be sat too near to the crowd of men, she chose one of the booths and threw her bags on to a chair and then slid her way along the opposite side, her back to the lager drinking football fans. Glad to be sitting down, she sighed contentedly taking the weight off her feet. As she sipped carefully at her glass of wine she glanced around the room. It was a typical working man's bar with stained yellow walls coated in the nicotine from years of tobacco smoke circling the room. The floor looked like it was still the original wood and the tables and chairs which sat on it would not have looked out of place on the Antiques Roadshow. Joy knew there were a lot of eyes on her as she could hear some of the men's supposedly complimentary remarks directed towards to her. However, even although she felt a bit like the entertainment at a children's party, it was not long before she felt herself relax in the odd bar. Enjoying the warmth, the wine and not having to walk, she sat back and watched as a young solitary guy played pool at the opposite end of the bar. She reckoned the pool player was in his late twenties, which would put him at roughly 10 years younger than she was. He was tall and slim and wore a white t-shirt with a red slogan on it, which she could not quite make out. The only words she could decipher were Vote For but who exactly she should have been putting her cross next to remained a mystery as the wearer leant over and potted a yellow ball perfectly into the corner pocket. Joy thought the younger man was good looking although she would have preferred him clean shaven rather than with the 3 day old stubble that covered his chin but that did not stop her imagining his beard scraping roughly across her chin. With nothing else to do, she sat contentedly watching the different coloured balls clacking together and rolling over the green baize. At one point the chap bent over in front of her and she secretly took delight in casting her eyes over his firm buttocks. The sight sent her into a day dream as she imagined the good looking man showing her how to hold a cue and bending her over the table. As she continued to drink the wine she knew she should not finish the glass of merlot, knowing that she was going to have to make the dreaded drive back home but the warmth of the pub, the melodic clicking of the balls and the thought of the pool players body tight up against her as she had a firm grip of his cue, enticed Joy into drinking more and more of the intoxicating liquor. Disappointingly, the man potted the black ball and drained his pint glass, obviously getting ready to leave the pub. Joy looked up at him as he passed her table to try and get a better look at his face before he left. Unexpectedly, he winked cheekily at her and she felt her cheeks burn and her stomach lurch. Joy quickly let her head fall to her chest and found her thumb nail to be extremely interesting. Her entire body had been enveloped in a rush of heat under his gaze, which had resulted in her feeling awkward and wishing she had not drank us much of her wine as she had. Deciding it was also time for her to leave the pub she started getting her things together when, without warning, another glass of wine appeared in front of her and the good looking pool player slid into the seat in front of her, now holding a full pint of lager. "Hi there. Mind if I join you?" Joy looked into the smiling eyes of the stranger in front of her. "No, not at all. Thanks for the wine but I am driving I won't be able to drink it." "You're kidding, right? You'll already be over the limit with that," he said motioning towards her now empty glass. "You're driving nowhere tonight little lady." With that said, he pushed the glass closer towards her. "I'm Phillip by the way." "Joy." "No need for the sarcasm." Phillip replied, slightly taken aback. Joy broke into a laugh, "That's my name, not sarcasm." Phillip smiled endearingly at her and she noticed his strong white teeth. "Oops. Sorry but I have to admit it is a Joy to meet you." Joy felt her face flush again and she shook her head, "I'm sorry, I am not used to strangers buying me drinks. What are you up to?" "Me? I'm not up to anything. Can't a guy buy a gorgeous woman a drink when he wants to?" Phillip asked clutching his hands beneath his chin trying to look beseeching. "But you're not buying a gorgeous woman a drink. You're buying a drink for a woman who is probably old enough to be your mum and who, incidentally, is unable to accept your kind offer." Joy pushed the glass back towards him. "You're hardly old enough to be my mum and you're nothing like her, that's for sure. For one she would never be in a pub on her own and for another she wouldn't be ogling men as they played pool." "I wasn't," Joy immediately cried in her own defence. "I was just, erm. I was just... watching you play." She trailed off, failing to find any other words. "Yeah, yeah. I saw you watching me bend over the table, eyeing up my ass as I cleared the table." Phillip pushed the wine glass back towards Joy smiling. Joy found Phillip's smirk extremely attractive and started warming to the young chap in front of her, she returned his smile. "To be honest I wouldn't normally be in a pub on my own but I couldn't walk another step. If I could have found a café first I would have been in it and I wouldn't have been drinking wine." Once more she pushed the glass back towards Phillip. "Girls and their heels, eh? You're just a slave to fashion." Joy laughed, "Yeah, you're right. Us girls just have to torture ourselves on a daily basis just to look fabulous for you young boys." "There you go again about age. It's only a number you know." "It may only be a number to you but the difference is in double figures." "Hey, the only figure I am interested in is yours and from where I am sitting it looks mighty fine." Joy followed Phillip's eye line and realised that he was staring down her cleavage, which did appear to be very prominent. Not for the first time since meeting Phillip she blushed. If she had been wearing a cardigan she would have pulled it tightly around her and crossed her arms over her bust but as she did not, all she could do was look back up at the handsome stranger who was still staring down her top. Phillip eventually managed to drag himself away from her breasts and looked directly into her eyes. Joy felt distinctly odd as their eyes locked into each other. She could feel the heat creep all down her body until it reached her toes which curled under his powerful gaze. Without realising what she was doing she lifted the glass of wine and took a drink, breaking the spell she felt she was under. Phillip smiled and said nothing as he took a large mouthful of his lager. Joy continued to sip from her own glass. She felt out of her depth and at a loss for words, she did not know what to say next. The silence developed around them until Phillip eventually said, "Do you believe in fate?" Joy thought carefully before answering, "My mum used to say, what is meant for you won't go past you and I guess that's believing in fate. I would like to think that everything happens for a reason." "I couldn't agree more and I think that is why I am sitting here right now, looking at the most gorgeous looking woman in this bar." Joy exhaled and shook her head grinning, "Come on. That's hardly fate considering there is only one other woman in this place and she looks like she could beat you in an arm wrestle." "Aww come on. I don't look that wimpy, do I?" Phillip feigned looking hurt. "And I do find you gorgeous." He continued, now comically batting his eyelids. Joy laughed and found herself enjoying the younger man's flirtations. "Stop it; you look like you are auditioning for an old black and white movie." Phillip immediately put on his best Humphrey Bogart voice, "Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine." "Yes very good, do you do any others?" "Come on, stop body swerving me. It's fate. You and I, together in the centre of Aberdeen." "Actually that is a bit of a problem." "What is? Being in Aberdeen?" "Well funnily enough, I am not Aberdonian." "I had guessed that but don't worry about it. I'm not racist I'll buy drinks for girls from anywhere." "I bet you do but that's not what I meant," she pretended to reach across the table to slap him but instead he grabbed her hand, turned it over and kissed the back of it. Continuing to hold her hand he looked up into her eyes and asked, "What's the problem m'love? Let me help you with it." "Well, I think I may just have stranded myself away from home. As you so rightly pointed out I am going to be over the limit and unable to drive. I am either going to have to find the train station or book into a hotel." She shrugged sighing. "God I am so stupid." "Or you can crash at mine? I wouldn't mind and I am sure my flat mate wouldn't mind either." "Eh, I don't think so. It's bad enough I am in Aberdeen, too pissed to drive but ending up sleeping at someone's house is just too much." "Look Joy, you can get the train, which is going to cost you as much as a hotel and then come all the way back tomorrow for your car. You can try and book into a hotel at short notice with no luggage and have the receptionist look you up and down as if you were a hooker if you want. Or you can come back to mine, sleep in my bed while I crash on the couch, save the money and spend it on the next round of drinks." Joy mulled over his words. "Thanks for the offer but I better book into a hotel. No offence but I don't know you from Adam and it wouldn't be right." "Fair enough but it's still your round," Phillip winked at her and shook his now empty pint glass in her face. Giving in, Joy lifted her bag and took her purse from it. Pulling out a ten pound note she handed it to Phillip. You get them in and get change for the pool table too. He looked at her bemused, "You want to play?" "Yes, I want to play." "Then the lady will play," he promised as he made his way to the bar. Returning from the bar he went straight to the pool table. Joy watched him as he bent to fit the money into the slot and push the button. Soon she heard the balls rolling down the chute ready to be placed into the triangle. She picked up her glass of wine and went over to the table just as Phillip had finished setting up the balls. Phillip handed her change back to her but kept ten pence of it, which he flipped on to the table. "Heads or tails?" "Oh, it doesn't matter. You break," Joy urged as she sipped from her glass. "No problem." Phillip broke and the balls scattered over the table. One red ball was potted from the break. "Looks like I am on reds then." Joy busied herself trying to find a cue as Phillip went on to pot another red. Picking up the cube of blue chalk, Joy admired his build as he leaned over the table. She could pick out well defined back muscles through his t-shirt and had an overwhelming urge to reach out and touch them as he took another shot. Unfortunately for Phillip, the red he was trying to pot ricocheted off the jaws of the pocket and stayed on the table. Shrugging, he motioned to Joy that it was her shot. In response Joy took another mouthful of wine before picking out which yellow ball she should go for. Deciding to go for what looked like an easy shot she leant forward and placed her hand on the table. Much to Phillip's surprise, Joy coolly potted the yellow and landed up perfectly for her next ball. Mouth still open, Phillip banged his cue on the ground to show his admiration of the shot. "You're a bit of a shark, aren't you?" "Hmmm I don't remember saying that I couldn't play." She put to him teasingly before potting another yellow. Phillip stood back and watched as Joy lined up her next shot. Her hand now flat on the table he cast his eyes up her arm and over the curve of her breasts, down over the arch of her back to her rounded bottom. Phillip liked what he saw. The swell of her pendulous breasts as they hung over the table and the delightful arc of her bum were turning him on as he mentally undressed her. He could easily imagine himself slotted in behind her. His hand next to hers on the green felt, his other hand around her, stroking and pinching her right nipple, his hard erect cock pushed between her wet lips as he bent her over the pool table. As she pulled her arm back to strike the white ball he could feel himself going hard as he thought of the two of them together. Still staring at Joy's bum he did not notice that she had missed her shot. "Damn!" she exclaimed straightening up and catching Phil's stare. Snapping out of his reverie, he hoped that his jeans weren't showing Joy exactly what he thought of her. Going to the table to play his shot he felt uncomfortable as he went to play his shot. Completely distracted be played an impossible shot and ended up potting the white. "Eh two shots," he admitted ashamedly. Joy grinned and said nothing as she retrieved the white ball and positioned it within the D. Calmly she went on to pot her remaining balls, which only left the black. "I hate this bit. I always put too much pressure on myself and muck up." "Well, feel free to muck up this shot. I can't remember the last time a woman whipped my ass and I don't want to be able to either." Phillip declared. "Be assured, if I ever do whip your ass you will want to remember it," Joy looked wickedly at Phillip and winked seductively. "Now what bag do you want it in?" "Never mind pool, what were you saying about whipping my ass?" he enquired. Joy laughed, ignoring his comment and nodded towards the table. "I tell you what," Phillip bargained. "You pot the black and I'll pay for your hotel, if you miss it, you come back to mine and I sleep on the couch. What do you think? It's a win win situation. Do we have a deal?" Joy lifted her glass and looked at him over the rim as she took a mouthful. Weighing up her options she knew that the wine was making her have fewer inhibitions than normal. Taking her time she nodded and affirmed, "Deal" As she went to take her shot she tried to work out whether to deliberately miss the shot or not. She knew she was deeply attracted to her opponent and wanted to spend more time with him but at the same time agreeing to stay the night at his house was something she knew she should not be doing, although deep down she knew she wanted to. The other option was to leave it to fate, try to pot the black and see if she could win a hotel room for the night. Still wondering what to do for the best she took her shot. The tip of the cue connected solidly with the white, which rolled too fast towards the black. Smacking into the number 8 ball it sent the black careering towards the pocket where it rattled the jaws of it. The black then teetered on the edge, hesitating on the lip. As Joy watched with baited breath it eventually gave up its battle to stay on the table and plopped into the hole. Joy grinned wildly, pleased that she had actually managed to pot the black but then another movement on the table caught her eye, which immediately wiped the smile from her face. Phillip and Joy both watched on as the white ball disappeared down the opposing pocket at the other end of the table. "Looks like I am on the couch tonight then," Phillip beamed, delighted at the sudden turn of events, "and I have saved at least £50." Pretty Woman "I don't believe that! I couldn't do that again if I tried," Joy exclaimed, still not quite sure how to feel at her loss. She turned to face Phillip and found herself closer to him than she had expected. He was a lot taller than she was and she had to tip her head back to look at him. She was about to suggest double or quits but found herself caught out by the closeness of his presence and remained silent. She was astonished but pleasantly surprised when Phillip dipped down and kissed her gently on the lips. "And before you say anything a deal is a deal. You're staying at mine tonight." Joy simply nodded. -0- As they climbed out the taxi Joy leant on Phillip to keep her balance. She knew she had drunk far too much red wine and only now realised that she hadn't eaten since her breakfast that morning. "I still don't believe I am doing this," Joy giggled as Phillip opened up the door to his flat. "Come on in, I'll put the kettle on. I'll see if Rob is about." As Phillip called out for his flat mate, Joy plonked herself onto the couch and immediately took her boots off. Soon she was joined by Phillip who was carrying a pizza box. The smell circled her heart as the aroma of melted cheese and pepperoni wafted across the room. "Courtesy of Rob, she couldn't finish it." Phillip smirked. "Eh? Did you say 'she'?" enquired Joy slightly startled. "Yes, didn't I say? Roberta and I went to uni together. We've lived together ever since. Don't worry you'll get on great with her. She's very open-minded." Joy wasn't quite sure what he meant by her being open-minded and automatically assumed it was because of her age. Phillip snuggled in beside Joy and they shared the remnants of the pizza. Just as they were finishing off the last slice Roberta joined them. Joy looked up to her in awe. She was small and dark skinned, with piercing green eyes. Her long, almost black hair hung like velvet drapes framing her oval, exotic face. Her diminutive frame was simply clad in nothing more than a cream silk wrap, which although tied at the waist, fell open so that Joy could see the curve of her pert, youthful breasts. Roberta wandered past them and sat on the adjacent chair, curling her legs up underneath her. The pale silk did not quite cover her petite bum and laid bare the fact that she was wearing a tiny cream thong. Joy felt mesmerised by her and could hardly drag her eyes from the beautiful, young, cat like woman poised pleasingly in front of her. Phillip introduced them and Joy felt herself blush as Rob took her time looking her up and down. "You're just lovely," Rob purred. "Where did Phillip find you?" The words made Joy feel hot under the collar and she didn't know how to respond. "Hey Rob! Eyes off, she's mine, all mine." At that Phillip possessively put his arms around Joy's shoulders and hugged her tightly to him. "Awww, why won't you share Phil? I did the last time." Joy was not exactly sure what they were talking about although she had a fairly good idea but what really surprised her was that she found herself completely entranced by the striking, feline creature curled up on the chair. "Aww Phillip, you're no fun. Tell you what Joy, when you get bored with little old Phil here, you come through to my room and I'll show you what you're missing." Rob then uncoiled gracefully and slinked out the room leaving the sweet smell of musk in the air. Acting as if nothing untoward had just taken place Phillip turned to Joy. "You've got something on your face," he said as he twisted around to look at her. "Where?" Joy immediately asked, trying to wipe all around her mouth, mortified that she was covered in tomato sauce. "Just there," Phillip leant forward and kissed the side of her mouth. "Oh and there is some here too. Oh and here too. And another bit." Phillip kissed all around Joy's now smiling mouth before settling on her lips. Joy responded willingly, shocked at her own passion. She gave herself up and decided that if she was going to do this she was going to do it properly with no regrets or misgivings. She felt Phillip's hand on her thigh as his other hand rested on her face. His tongue explored her mouth, sliding its way along her teeth. Joy's hands went to his body, one on his shoulder the other on his waist. His lips felt so different to her. Accustomed to the same lips for 18 years these young, gentle lips felt soft and tender. His tongue eager to explore, slid its way along her teeth. It felt so wrong but at the same time so right. As Phillip pressed her further back into the couch she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feelings of another man's hands on her body. She could feel the heat from the palm of his hand through her jeans as it squeezed her thigh and then started to rub up and down over her hips and back down to her knee. Each time it ventured back up her body it would go a little further, edging slowly towards her bust. Her body tingled in anticipation as she concentrated on the movements up and down her side as his hand slid its way over her waist and up higher. Joy gasped involuntarily as in due course his hand came to rest on her breast. The sudden weight of it on her made her tense slightly before relaxing and relishing the feeling of his fingers trailing over her nipples as they hardened under his touch. Joy started to knead Phillip's shoulders as a way of dissipating the sensations that were washing over her body. She could not remember the last time that she was this turned on. She knew part of it was the fact that she was being unfaithful for the first time in her life and the risk she was taking merely by still being in Aberdeen. However, the real reason for it was the man that was at least 10 years younger than her was making her feel 10 years younger. Whilst she lay back on the couch with his hands roaming all over her body, all she could think of was how she was going to be able to undress the man that was currently making her feel so good. She knew she wanted to yank his t-shirt over his head and get her hands on to his toned body, to run them over his torso and drag her nails down his well defined back. Their kisses were becoming more and more passionate as tongues intertwined and lips crushed against each other. She could feel Phillip's hand on her chest bone as it snaked its way under her top and slid its way beneath her bra. As his hand cupped her breast she breathed deeply and gasped with pleasure when she felt his fingertips graze her nipple. Joy kissed her way down Phillip's neck, gently sucking and nibbling her way down. The woody aroma of his aftershave enticed her heightened senses and she inhaled the heady scent deeply. She became aware of Phillip's arms encircling her body and she leant forward to allow his hands to expertly unclip her bra. As the material gave way she felt Phillip's hands take its place as he squeezed and rubbed her breasts. Joy allowed her head to relax back against the couch as Phillip eagerly pushed her top and bra out of his way before bending his head forward and taking one of her nipples between his lips. His hot mouth felt divine on her as his teeth tugged lightly on her now highly sensitive nipple. Irritated with the clothes that were scrunched up under her chin she pushed herself forward and stretching upward stripped herself of her upper garments. As she stretched up, her back arched and Phillip took the opportunity to bury his face in her cleavage holding each breast against his cheeks he shook his head vigorously and made a silly noise with his tongue. Joy threw her clothes on the floor and hugged his face further into her breasts and laughed girlishly feeling liberated in the stupidity of the moment. "You dafty," she announced still holding his head tight to her chest. Phillip looked up sheepishly from between her breasts and Joy kissed his nose, "you look so sweet," she professed endearingly. "Sweet? I'm an animal!" he exclaimed, growling and burying his head once more between her ample breasts and shaking it enthusiastically. Joy giggled at Phillip's antics but the merriment soon stopped as he kissed his way over to one of her nipples. To begin with he toyed with it, flicking it with his tongue and gently gnawing on it but then he sucked it so hard Joy felt as if he was going to swallow it. The delightful pain of it shot through her and resulted in a wave of heat coursing through her body. The sting of pleasure was something that she was not used to and she could feel herself moisten between the legs. As Phillip continued to suck and tug on Joy's breast his hand rested on the other rolling the other nipple between his finger and thumb and occasionally squeezing it tightly at the same time as he sucked hard on the other. Phillip's synchronised actions were making Joy back arch, waiting for the next delightful ache to rack her body; she could hardly believe the sensations that were emanating from her nipples. Feeling selfish that she was getting all the attention she grabbed onto Phil's t-shirt and pulled it up over his head forcing it upward between his lips and her chest. She threw his top beside her own and they now both sat topless on the couch looking at each other, smiling like naughty school children. "Come on, I have something I want you to hear. " Phillip took her hand and led her from the couch through to his room. As he walked past his cd player he pressed the play button and fast forwarded it to track 3. Joy recognised Let's Go to Bed by The Cure as it started pumping out through the speakers. He then dived onto his bed and lay on his back, arms folded beneath his head. "Don't you think we should do as Robert Smith says?" "I think Mr Smith is a very sensible man and we should certainly do as he says." Joy replied politely before quickly jumping on to the bed and straddling the half naked body on it. "Let me make you more comfortable." Joy offered as she unbuckled his belt and pulled it free of the loops. Phillip sucked in his stomach as Joy slid a hand under his waistband and popped the button of his jeans through the buttonhole. The back of her fingers brushed against his abdomen making him feel ticklish. He squirmed as she pulled down his zip. Teasingly, her fingers deliberately made contact with his bare skin as she traced around the red waist band of his tight white Calvin Kleins. Taking her time she smoothed her hands up his flat stomach to his chest and pinched both of his nipples turning them immediately into hard buds. She then lent forward allowing her own nipples to connect with his skin trailing them up over his torso and kissed him firmly on the mouth. She then kissed her way back down dragging her tongue down the centre of his chest and blowing on it, giving Phillip goose bumps. As she made her way lower and lower, Phil could feel her hair skirting along his sides and he lay back with his eyes closed making sure that he could feel every movement and every touch as Joy tenderly kissed, stroked and licked his upper body. Climbing from the bed she pulled at his jeans, compliantly Phillip raised his bum and she was able to wrench them from his legs. She could now see the bulge under the white material in front of her and smiled at the reaction she was having. "May I?" she enquired. "Oh I think you may," approved Phil as Joy copied her previous performance with his boxers and laid Phil bare, revealing his large, hard cock. "Very nice, but I think I need a closer inspection." She stated simply, nodding towards his erection. "I agree, closer is good." As she stood admiring the lithe, well endowed man in front of her she took her time undoing her own jeans and wriggled out of them, kicking them off before then slowly easing the tiny black triangle of material, which claimed to be a thong, down over the smooth curve of her hips. Phillip watched entranced by her slow seductive movements. Then, getting back on to the bed, Joy crawled her way up his long legs until her face hovered just above his rock hard erection. "Mmmm, that looks very tasty." "Maybe you should taste for yourself," offered Phillip generously. "I think I shall." Gingerly she walked her fingers up Phil's thighs encircling his genitals. Slowly she edged closer and closer until her fingers were almost touching the tip of his penis, which lay flat against his stomach. She could sense Phillip tense in anticipation as she eventually took a tight hold of his cock. Holding it in one hand, she leisurely allowed her hand to slide down his erection. Joy smiled as she heard Phillip murmur with pleasure. She then bent her head and took the head of his cock between her lips, closing them tight around the rim. Her tongue glided over the bulbous end as she sucked on it. Using her tongue to probe, she allowed Phillip to feel her teeth gently scrape against his shaft as her hand continued to slide up and down ensuring his continued stimulation. Taking his testicles in her left hand she massaged them, treating them like Chinese stress balls. As her right hand found a pace, she slid her lips further down his cock each time. Her lips moved smoothly down over the prominent thick veins of his erection until she could feel his pubic hair brush her upper lip. As she moved up and down Joy appeared to purr. Phillip suddenly realised that she was humming Love Cats in time to the CD, which had moved on to the next track. The vibrations felt phenomenal as they reverberated over his cock. Sitting up he placed his hand on the back of her head, watching as it bobbed up and down. He found the sight highly erotic as he watched his penis being swallowed. Phillip would have been happy allowing Joy's mouth to work its wonders but he did not want to come just yet and he knew it would not be long until he did. Therefore, he took Joy's face between his hands and lifted her head from his now purple, pulsing penis. "Hey there Missy, that was naughty! You aren't allowed to use your teeth. You need to be punished for that." Joy's face looked bewildered as she sat up. Her hair was all mussed up, her eyes appeared larger, her pupils dilated and she no longer wore any lipstick. Her mouth, now naturally red and plump from its exertions were glistening with his cock's secretions and Phillip thought she looked beautiful. Taking her hand, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and in one swift movement yanked Joy over his knee. Before she realised what he was doing he smacked her squarely on her bum making her cry out in pain. "Bad...bad...girl," he chastised. With every well emphasised word, the flat of his hand connected firmly with her bare ass. "Ouch, that hurts." Joy exclaimed, the cheeks of her arse smarting with the continued spanking. "Quiet. You disobedient girl. Nobody asked you to speak." Phillip then smacked her harder than he already had, making her squeal. Joy felt confused and humiliated as she lay there over his knee, actually feeling like a naughty girl as Phillip held her tightly, not allowing her to move. Surprisingly, Joy found that being disciplined by this younger man was actually turning her on. Similar to the pain she had felt in her nipples when he had sucked on them so hard, she started to relish the pain, waiting excitedly for the next reprimanding slap. Her red bum cheeks felt as if they were on fire as Phillip continued his punishment, spanking every bit of her bottom that was not already inflamed. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again." She promised gutturally just as Phillip struck her once more across her naked buttocks. She could feel his hard cock pressing into her as he lifted his hand to inflict yet another blow. "You're damn right it won't." Philip's hand cracked her resoundingly, leaving another raised welt on her arse cheek. "Now let's see what my punishment has done to you, Little Miss Naughty." Joy felt his hands smooth gently over her raw buttocks as if he was trying to soothe her aching bum cheeks better. Phillip's hand then slipped between her legs and his fingers sank straight into her wet, open cunt. Joy felt highly vulnerable bent over his knee and now being fingered in this position she felt exposed and helpless under his control. Yet, the combined feelings of pain and pleasure concentrated together in an intoxicating cocktail and made Joy writhe and grind against his lap. As another of Phillip's finger forced its way roughly in and out of her, he was able to admire the scarlet handprints, which covered her bare arse. Before Joy got too comfortable with what was happening Phillip abruptly pulled his hand free and instructed her to stand up. Dazed, Joy wrenched herself from across his lap, her bum cheeks stung as she watched him make himself comfortable on the mattress. She was unsure how to behave and was thankful when Phillip motioned for her to join him at the top of the bed, Joy crawled up to him, getting her confidence back, she deliberately allowed her breasts to rub up either side of his cock as she did so, which made his erection twitch in delight. Whilst they kissed Phillip turned Joy over so that she was on her back and he was gazing down on to her. He wriggled down her body and, ducking down as he did so, allowed his tongue to nonchalantly lick down the centre of Joy's vaginal lips. He heard the effect of his actions immediately as Joy cried out at the unexpected sensation. Grinning at the reaction, Phillip gave an encore but this time lapped at Joy's wet pussy. The flat of his tongue glided up over her lips and returned to the bottom before repeating its actions. As he drank her juices and flicked her clitoris with his tongue he could feel Joy thrusting towards his face as she tried to get him closer to her. Making his tongue pointed, he drove it into her and was rewarded with her pelvis bucking up towards him. Joy really wanted to cross her legs behind his head and suffocate him in her wet cunt but instead bent her legs and pushed the flats of her feet down on to the bed so she could lift her buttocks. Obligingly Phillip placed a hand beneath her and used his other hand to insert a finger, pushing it in and curling it upwards as if he was using his finger to tell someone to come here. With the digit inside her, he continued to suck and lick her clitoris making Joy squirm and grab onto the sheets with tight fists. Every so often he would remove his finger and slide it underneath her, each time, working its way closer and closer to her anus, marking out a slippy path. By now, Joy was so wet between her legs that she was dripping with her own natural lubricant. Using the vaginal fluid, Phillip rubbed his middle finger against her anus and gently pushed it into her puckered asshole. This feeling was totally alien to Joy and she could feel herself tense as he penetrated her anus with his finger. Happily, she found the odd feeling strangely welcome and began to enjoy the new experience, allowing him to push his finger in deeper and deeper each time until she felt he could go no further. As Phillip tried to suck her dry Joy could feel all the blood rush to between her legs. She could hardly think straight as she felt her cunt start to pulse. Her body started to tense as she felt herself start to come. Her clitoris, which felt rock hard, became so sensitive and tickly she knew she was on the edge of the most wonderful orgasm ever. Phillip, concentrating solely on Joy's pleasure, maintained the momentum, holding up her buttocks to keep fingering her tight asshole whilst sucking her clit and slurping and licking her blood engorged pussy lips. "Oh my god," cried Joy as the entire bottom half of her body tensed and she started to come. The orgasm spiralling inwards towards her core shook her and she tried hard to not squeeze Phillip's head with her inner thighs as she came hard into his mouth. Pretty Woman Joy slumped back, breathing heavily. She could feel her insides contract and relax as Phillip clambered up on top of her grinning like a loon. She kissed him and could taste herself on his lips, "That was unbelievable." "Believe." He assured as he slid his still hard penis inside her now sopping wet cunt. Phillip loved the warm feeling of Joy's pussy, now drenched in her own juices, it was hot and welcoming. Joy's eyes lit up as she felt every inch of him enter her. Slowly he withdrew, almost coming right out of her. He held his position, just at the edge for what seemed like an age to Joy before driving back into her. Joy gasped as he filled her. Phillip repeated the action, holding back until he could bare it no longer before ramming into her drenched pussy. Joy wrapped her legs around Phillips waist, pulling him tight into her as she bucked up to meet every downwards thrust. Grabbing on to her, Phillip rolled Joy over so that she was now lying on top of him. Sitting up, she leant back with her hand pushed firmly down on her stomach so that she could feel his rock hard cock inside her, straining against her vaginal walls. Joy started to bounce up and down, using her thigh muscles to push herself up before dropping down on to Phillip's erection. Phillip lay back relishing the experience and enjoying the view of Joy's breasts jiggling as she repeatedly impaled herself on to his cock. Leaning forward, Joy placed her hands on to Phillip's chest and swung her legs together so that she was now lying straight up and down his body, clamping his cock between her inner thighs, she then started to slowly fuck him, controlling each movement and tightening her pelvic floor muscles so that Phillip felt like he was caught in a hot, slick vice. The tiny, precise movements were having quite an effect on Phillip as Joy laid herself flat and continued to gyrate and grind down on to him, fucking him slowly but surely. Phillip gave out a strangled moan as he felt himself start to come. Acting in response, Joy quickly opened her legs and knelt on to the bed. Starting to thrust powerfully, she propelled herself back and forward, riding Phillip hard until he spurted his hot, white semen into her. Watching Phillip's face as he orgasmed, Joy slowed until eventually stopping altogether and then sat still, astride him. "Wow." Phillip beamed up at her. "I think I may just have enjoyed that." "You think?" "I think" he laughed. Gingerly, Joy eased herself off of him and lay down beside him, snuggling under his arm. "Well I certainly didn't expect do be doing that when I left home this morning," Joy stated as she cuddled in. "Neither did I. To be honest I didn't think that playing pool could lead on to so much fun at all." Just then there was a knock at the door and Rob crept into the room looking sheepish and coy. "Hey there. I couldn't help but hear what was going on and I wondered if I could join you now?" Phillip turned to look at Joy with upraised eyebrows. "What do you think?"