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Claire's Career Ch. 02

By: Calandria



My career on the 'alternative' catwalks of Paris was always exciting, but not much more so than my personal life, with Robert, who indulged my taste for showing off my body, and didn't mind a bit that I myself enjoyed nothing better than the knowledge that a stranger had been treated to a view of my shaven pussy, or, better still, that I had made love with him – or someone else – in a public place.

We took to inviting Ti-Liu, the little Asian girl from our office, to our house-parties. She was agile and inventive, and Robert loved to have me masturbate him while we watched Ti-Liu and his servant Lily making love together.

Then one day, Robert said to me, 'I've been talking to my father, and he thinks the time is right to open a new type of Club. The people who come to our shows are demanding more and more, and are no longer satisfied with just looking at pussy – they want to see live sex, and some variety.'

I must have looked doubtful, because he laughed lightly and went on, 'Don't worry, we shall vet our clients very carefully. The new club must be very exclusive. After all, it won't be the first one in Paris, I assure you – but it will certainly be the best.'

'And who do you think will take part in these shows?' I asked.

'I thought we should ask the blonde, Cecile, Nadine, and perhaps Ti-Liu and Giselle, but I have no doubt as to whom I want to be the star.'

'Oh no!' I said, 'being fucked on stage? I draw the line at that.'

'But I haven't yet told you who the studs will be, have I?'

'It doesn't matter, I couldn't fake orgasms on stage – and they'd have to be fake; no way could I cum with an audience.'

'I'll tell you what,' he said, 'I'll come to a compromise – how about you do a strip and warm up the guys for the other girls? Could you cope with something like that?'

'We'll see,' was all I would say, and I never asked him what he had meant by 'variety.'

During the next weeks, we acquired a lovely old mansion near Versailles, and a lot of conversion work went ahead with great speed. Staff was trained, and Robert and I spent most of our time at the new Club. His father, Roger, was a frequent visitor. During that time, I met the two 'studs.' One was a huge black guy, Paul, who was distantly related to Nadine, and the other an athletic-looking blond Ukranian called Sergei, who spoke minimal French and no English at all. I had to agree with Robert that they were a fine pair of specimens, but then I asked him if he didn't fancy getting involved in the action himself. 'I may, sometimes,' he replied, 'but I'll keep my options open.'

We opened in front of an invited audience, on a cold November evening. When I glanced out at the cars arriving, there was a stream of Mercedes, BMW's and the like, and the people coming in through the plush foyer might have been arriving for an evening at the opera, well-dressed, with a preponderance of men, though many escorted by women, often young and beautiful ones, too.

Once the forty of fifty people were seated in the auditorium, all on plush sofas, with low mahogany tables in front of them, the blue velvet curtains parted for the show to begin, and Roger came on to make a short welcoming speech.

I was nervous, waiting in the wings. Although I had faced the public in the erotic fashion shows many times by now, I had never actually done a striptease, as such. I was both frightened and thrilled by the prospect.

In keeping with the evening, I was 'dressed up,' in a long evening gown of black velvet with long gloves. For the first number, 'A Whiter Shade of Pale,' I gyrated around as sexily as I knew how, running my hands around my body, without removing anything but my gloves, which I did as artfully as I could. Then the music changed to 'Tiene que Marchar' and I reached behind me, and unzipped my dress, revealing my stark nakedness in contrast to the black dress. I had deliberately worn no underwear, to create the impact. I eased the dress off my shoulders, and thee tension was building as I let it bunch around my hips, cupping my breasts, and making a great play of kneading them, and tweaking my nipples between thumb and forefinger. When the music changed again, this time to 'Je t'aime, moi non plus' I pushed the dress down over my hips and stood naked but for my stilettos. I sat on an upholstered stool centre stage, and faced the audience, smiling, my hand covering my shaven pussy. Then I simply, and, I hope gracefully, to the music, whisked my hand away, and opened my legs wide. 

A ripple of applause grew, as I put two fingers of my right hand between my legs, and parted my labia, showing all and sundry the damp pinkness of my cunt.

Then I stood, and that was a signal for Sergei to enter from the wings. He came striding in dressed in a long brocade robe, and I had to say he looked magnificent, his broad shoulders and narrow hips making him look like a Greek God.

The music changed again. This time to a stronger beat, something I didn't recognise, and I did as I had been told, and put my hands on his shoulders, whereupon he bent down and kissed me. In spite of myself, I felt a little tremor of excitement, knowing what I was about to do. 

Slowly, for the audience's benefit, I parted his robe, and found his flaccid cock, already large and heavy in my hand. I looked into his eyes, and saw a gleam in them as I stroked life into him, then dropped to my knees, and took him straight into my mouth, while he seized my hair with both hands. I looked up at him as I sucked him, taking him all the way into my throat, and the audience was now applauding wildly. He was rock-hard, massive, in moments.

As the music faded, Nadine strutted on to the stage, her black skin contrasting with white half-bra, garter-belt and stockings. It was my signal to exit, and share the applause with her. As she reached Sergei, she imperiously whisked away his robe, while I watched from the darkness of the wings, a wrap thrown around me by Robert. Sergei sat on the stool I had vacated, facing the audience, a slight smile on his handsome face, toying with his erection, as Nadine came around in front of him, straddling him with her long black, white-stockinged legs, also facing the audience, and writhing slowly to the music as she lowered herself with infinite slowness onto his waiting phallus. The audience let forth an audible intake of breath as she impaled herself on his cock, her cavernous, hungry cunt swallowing even his prodigious tool with comfort. She rode him, crying out with each stroke, but I knew that was for the audience's benefit, as was the subtly added sound-track, of little squelching noises, running along with the music. 

But, in spite of myself, I was getting quite excited watching the spectacle, and Robert, behind me, knew it, just by the feel of my hardening nipples.

'They're not bad, are they?' he said, rhetorically, as Nadine went into the last phase of her routine, and climbing off the Ukranian's lap, knelt beside him, and took him in her lips. She pumped him with her hand, her lips just at his crown, and his facial expression showed that he was close to climax. 

I switched my gaze to the audience, and saw, although it was not easy to see anything in the gloom out there, that many of the couples present were embracing in one way or another – it looked as if the show was a success in that respect, at least.

Sergei was now heard to utter one of his few phrases off French, 'j'arrive!' and Nadine let him shoot his load of creamy cum all over her face. The white cum contrasted well with her black face under the lights, I thought. The curtain came down to great applause. 

After an interval of about a quarter of an hour, Robert said, 'OK, girls, positions, please!'

I wasn't to be involved in this one, so went around and sat at a spare table off to one side, to watch. The stripper this time was the blonde Giselle, a tall, voluptuous girl, with heavy breasts, but a narrow waist. 

She had dressed in a white whale-boned corset which enhanced her curves still more, and revealed it when, at the first change off music, she took off her short red velvet dress. Then her breasts stood out proudly above the cruel corset, which also had the effect of thrusting out her buttocks. She came to the edge of the stage and invited one of the audience to untie the bows on her panties. When the white-haired gentleman had done so, she leaned over and put a nipple in his mouth, to much enthusiastic applause. She wore extravagantly high heels now, but nothing else, other than the corset, and, as the music changed, Paul entered, stark naked, impressive, I thought, as hell. What a body! He could have been an Olympic sprinter, it was said, but for an unfortunate tendon injury, and I believed it. Giselle sidled up to him, walking around him, as if to appraise his body, and I now saw why she had been chosen. Again the contrast of her blonde hair and white corset against his black beauty – it was highly effective. She came up to him and took his hand, pulling it straight to her pussy, and pressing it there, meanwhile rubbing her tits around his body. His enormous prick immediately started to show signs of life, and she seized it, then dropped to her knees, making sure they were centre-stage, and took him in her mouth. She gave him a terrific blow-job, alternately sucking and licking, massaging his huge balls as she went. But then the music changed, and she took her bow, again to much applause. I was just wondering if this was going to be a bit of a 'repeat' of what our previous performance had been, when Cecile allayed my fears. Cecile was another blonde, but slimmer, almost like a fashion-model. I didn't know her too well, but she had a reputation for being very sexy, and I was to see why.

She came on stage in a fishnet cat-suit, rather like ones we had worn at some of our erotic fashion shows. It covered her all over, from her neck to her feet, but when she sat on the stool, and threw her legs wide apart, she revealed that the crotch was entirely open. She fingered herself, while Paul massaged her firm tits through the mesh of her suit, then she pushed him roughly away from her, and did an abrupt about-turn, so that she was now kneeling, with her breasts on the stool. She parted her knees, and, reaching behind her with both hands, pulled her arse-cheeks wide apart. The audience gave a collective gasp, and the music swelled, as she showed the wide, dark cavern of a well-used arsehole!

Paul knew his role, and, needing no lubricant, he rammed his huge cock right into her waiting rectum. I was dripping wet by now – I had no idea that Cecile was going to be taken like this, and could hardly wait for my own turn. I had only had anal sex on one fairly unsuccessful occasion, a long time ago, and was now fairly bursting for Robert to do it with me.

Paul shafted Cecile brutally, and she screamed, probably mainly for the audience, until he pulled out and came copiously across her back. The curtain came down to tumultuous applause.

After another, longer interval, Robert asked me how I thought it had gone, so far. I said I thought it was very good.

'Good,' he said, 'but you know what I said about variety?'

'I thought we'd already had that.'

'Some,' he said, 'but Ti-Liu wants to try something else.'

'Something else?'

'Yes, she wants you to whip her.'

'But I'm not into that sort of thing,' I protested.

'It's only for the show,' he said, spreading his arms wide, 'besides, it's what she wants, and who knows, you may enjoy it.'

After the episode with Cecile, I was, in truth, ready for anything, so I found myself in the wings again, dressed in a black leather, crotchless cat-suit and spiky boots. I carried a leather flogger. Ti-Liu was dressed in a long white silk gown, was barefoot, and had her wrists and ankles shackled. Sergei, who claimed to have recovered, was dressed in a black monk's cowelled robe.

When a Georgian chant started up, we trooped on stage, as the curtain came up on a scene with a St. Andrew's Cross prominent in centre stage, snap-links at its extremities, and a low couch.

I acted around a bit, and had Ti-Liu get down on all fours and kiss my naked pussy (which I found myself actually enjoying quite a lot) Then I undid the clasps at her shoulders and her dress fell to the floor. I swished my whip theatrically, and Sergei responded by clipping Ti-Liu's wrists and ankles to the cross, her back to the audience. I stood back and swung the flogger around with more show than force, and brought it down across her back.

'Harder,' she whispered, 'hurt me!'

I didn't want to hurt her, my sweet friend, but she was asking me to, and I knew she meant it. I lashed her a bit harder, and a slight reddening appeared.

'Much harder, Claire,' she pleaded, under cover of the music, and I laid about her with all the force I could muster, until she moaned with……with what? Pain, pleasure? I wasn't sure. After a few more strokes, with the audience now roaring, I told Sergei to take her down, he did so, and then laid her across the couch, and penetrated her instantly, driving his shaft into her as she moaned with all the intensity of someone who knows real desire. It was a lifelike performance, I thought, as I left the scene to much applause.

'Well, what did you think to our first night,' said Robert, on our way home.

'Just get me home and fuck me, will you,' I said.

Claire's Career Ch. 02: The Teaching Assistant



Part 2: The Teaching Assistant

Claire was determined to make a success of her new career.

The morning of her first day she dressed carefully: she wanted to appear smart without being dowdy, attractive without being tarty. Claire was rightly proud of her outstanding figure, her long legs and pretty face with its lovely green eyes and glorious auburn hair but she knew that it was important to appear professional rather than simply stunningly gorgeous.

It was important she left a good impression with everyone she met. She settled for a fitted white blouse and charcoal skirt that reached to just above her knees and that respectively flaunted her formidable bust and fine tight bottom in an understated and subtle way. She also needed to be practical but the lowest shoes she had were three inch black open-toed heels which showed off her long elegant legs beautifully. She deliberated for a while but plumped for them as her most pragmatic option.

She checked she had everything, kissed her boyfriend Danny goodbye and set off for her new place of work: The Fannerly Batter School for Difficult & Febrile Boys.

She had managed to land a job at FBS after she had lost her previous role in disastrous fashion. She had been a saleswoman for Funky Lady, a home lingerie and sex toys brand, for just a few weeks when she was caught having anal sex with one of her clients, or at least technically so.

In fact all she'd been actually doing was allowing him to try out a new lubricant before committing to its purchase. The fact that she happened to have used her bottom as the method of trial was entirely besides the point. It wasn't real sex as such. Just a demonstration.

In fact it was the second time she had visited Mr. Phillips, a portly middle-aged gentleman who had wanted a large and varied order. The first time she had visited his house she had actually been expecting his wife, a lady whom she'd met at a lingerie party just a few days earlier. However, for some reason she hadn't been in so he had asked Claire to demonstrate some of the products so he could buy some presents for his wife.

She had been a little reluctant to model lingerie for him but had eventually succumbed with the prospect of a lucrative sale in mind. However, she had to admit, matters had escalated a little beyond her expectations when he had tried out various vibrators, creams and drops on her, eventually ending up ejaculating in her several times and in several ways. Anyway at the end of the session she'd had to rush off to avoid his wife discovering them and ruining the surprise gifts he was planning.

She had come back the next week to finalise the order and things had progressed remarkably similarly. Although to Claire's mind they hadn't really been having actual sex as such, he had already somehow contrived to come in both Claire's mouth and vagina when a woman claiming to be his wife had come home from work early and discovered them just as he was shooting off up her butt. She hadn't been amused.

In fact Claire had, rather humiliatingly, been thrown out of their house completely naked apart from her stockings and stilettos, despite her protestations of the innocence of her motives. She had managed to get help from a passer-by, a leering opportunistic taxi driver. Of course she hadn't been able to pay the fare but, luckily for her, the driver had been willing to accept instead an easing of a problem she had caused him with her nudity i.e. a painful erection. And so she had managed to get home in return for a quick blowjob while he had groped her large, creamy and lightly freckled tits.

Rather confusingly, the woman who had thrown her out wasn't the Mrs. Phillips whom Claire had originally met and she hadn't been able to work out why a completely different woman had been so upset about what she'd been doing with Mr. Phillips. In any case, whoever she was, once she'd complained to the Funky Lady regional management, Claire had been summarily dismissed.

Miraculously she'd managed to keep all of this from her boyfriend. He was always telling her that she was too gullible and needed to be protected so there was no way Claire wanted him to find out that she'd been sacked (she'd said she'd resigned because she wasn't enjoying the work), that she'd been demonstrating sex products to a potential customer by allowing him to use them on her or that she'd had to suck off a random cab driver to get home. He really wouldn't have understood and would probably have got a bit upset.

All in all, she wanted to put the whole disagreeable episode behind her.

Which was why today was such an important day to her. Rather remarkably she had been offered a role as a teaching assistant to the Head of Biology at Fannerly Batter, Mr. Forsythe, despite the fact she had absolutely no Biology qualifications whatsoever. In fact, Claire herself admitted, it would be fair to say her academic abilities had never been strong points in any respect: she had dropped out of school at the earliest opportunity. She liked to think she had a certain natural astuteness but she was hardly a profound thinker.

It just so happened that Mr. Forsythe was her neighbour and when she'd mentioned that she'd been looking for a job he'd immediately suggested working for her. When she'd admitted that she knew nothing about biology or any other science, he'd said that he was willing to be flexible and would take her on for a trial period as long as she worked hard to impress him.

Claire had been ecstatic but her boyfriend Danny had been more difficult to persuade. He felt that if Claire really wanted to work, she needed a job that protected her from the wider world and unscrupulous men in particular. On several occasions he had managed to narrowly avert some devious stranger taking advantage of her naïveté to get her into bed or to at least persuade her to perform a gratuitous sexual act. He hated to think what would have happened if he hadn't been there to save her.

However the fact that Mr. Forsythe was a well-spoken silver-haired gentleman nearing retirement and that he had been happily married for well over thirty years had persuaded Danny that Claire would be safe and, in any case, what harm could she possibly come to in a school? So, reluctantly, and with sworn promises that she would be careful with any man who asked her to do anything even remotely erotic or lascivious, Danny had finally supported Claire in her decision to go back to work.

Which was how Claire ended up in the school reception early on a Monday morning, as keen as mustard to start her new career.

As ever, Mr. Forsythe was pleased to see her. He grasped her hand in both of his in his characteristically friendly way, "Ah, Claire. Or should I say Ms. Bell! So nice to see you, my dear. May I say you look as divine as ever, like a flower amongst weeds. Welcome to FBS. Come with me and I'll show you to our lab."

She followed his gangly emaciated figure; he was wearing an old shabby grey suit, scuffed brown shoes and a lab coat.

The school was relatively quiet as the first children weren't due for an hour or so. Mr Forsythe introduced her as his new teaching assistant to the other school staff she met. Everyone seemed extremely friendly, especially the male teachers.

The Biology area was at the far end of the school and was composed of a small office and a laboratory in a standalone building. Rather worryingly for Claire, the lab walls were covered in complicated scientific posters showing diagrams of various biological systems and odd charts covered in Latin nomenclature.

"Er, Mr. Forsythe?" she interrupted tentatively as he was taking her around the facility.

"Please call me Edward, at least when we're not in front of the children," he replied.

"Oh, yes, Edward. Are you sure I'll really be able to help you? I really don't know anything about Biology. I'll work really hard for you but I'm worried I won't be able to do the job."

Mr. Forsythe clasped her hands in his own. "Claire, Claire, Claire. You really mustn't worry. You see I've run this department by myself for many years. But I'm getting old and I could do with some fresh young blood to help me set up some of the experiments and do my admin. You honestly won't require any specialist knowledge. Just a positive attitude and a willing youthful body." He leant in close to her and smiled, reeking of stale tobacco and cabbage and showing her his yellow misshapen teeth.

Doing her best to ignore his peculiar elderly pong, Claire smiled back sweetly. "Oh thank you so much, Mr. Forsythe, I mean, Edward," she said eagerly. "I promise I'll do my absolute best to please you! I'm really excited by this opportunity and I promise I'll do anything to repay your faith in me."

"I'm sure you will, my dear, I'm sure you will," he replied patting her hand familiarly.

Over the next two weeks, Claire settled into her role reasonably well.

Mr. Forsythe was very precise with his instructions and she was generally able to follow them easily enough. She spent an awful lot of time helping with photocopying and other administration as well as helping him set up various practical experiments for the pupils.

Also bearing Danny's admonitions in mind, she tended to avoid the staff room and the younger male teachers who in particular had seemed to take a liking to her.

The boys themselves were generally pleasant: in fact she found herself very popular with them particularly when any of them had been in a scrape and needed a hug until they felt better.

Not to say that they didn't sometimes take minor liberties – she realised after picking up yet another dropped pencil that maybe some of the boys were trying to look up her skirt to glimpse her stocking tops and that she needed to bend at the knees and not just at the waist.

But it was fair to say that on the whole she got on well with them.

The only exceptions to this were the three eldest boys in the sixth form, doing Biology 'A'-level, or rather one of them in particular. This wasn't necessarily because of their age, they were all eighteen, but rather because the difficult boy, Charles, happened to be Mr. Forsythe's great-nephew and consequently seemed to feel he could be overly familiar with her.

A couple of times as she had walked past him, he had squeezed her splendid firm bottom and even groped her oversized tits. Of course she had scolded him but when he had persisted she had taken her complaint to Mr. Forsythe.

Mr. Forsythe was astonished at her accusation. "Really! This is awful. What exactly did he do to you?"

"He squeezed my bottom with both his hands! He's done it a couple of times before," she said, turning to show him her lovely arse, snugly encased in a cream skirt.

Rather unexpectedly, Mr. Forsythe reached out have a feel himself. "Did he do it like this?" he asked, taking a buttock in each of his wrinkled hands.

"Oh!" Claire squealed in surprise. Mr. Forsythe had always been very tactile with her but he had never touched her inappropriately before. Looking at the concerned expression on his face though, she realised he was just trying to understand what had happened.

"Erm, no, he was a lot firmer," she continued looking back over her shoulder at him. "Ooh! Yes that's it, just like that."

Mr. Forsythe shook his head although, absentmindedly, he continued to massage her taut full bum. "Oh, that really is most regrettable, Claire. I have to apologise on his behalf."

"And he even touched my breasts!" Claire said with even more indignation.

"Oh, dear, no. And how did he do that?"

Claire turned around taking his hands and putting them on her big sexy boobs. "He squeezed them when I was holding a rack of test tubes in each hand so I couldn't stop him!"

"What like this?" Mr. Forsythe asked, taking a good handful of each and groping them vigorously,

"Well, no maybe a bit more gently and he didn't pinch my nipples like you're doing now," she replied.

Mr. Forsythe continued to tweak and fondle her bosom while he considered.

"Claire, this is really is completely indefensible. I can only apologise for such appalling behaviour. I shall have a word with Charles as well as the other two boys and let them know such actions are inexcusable."

"Oh thanks, Mr. Forsythe," Claire replied gratefully as he finally let go of her tits.

"Please, it's Edward. I hope you can forgive him. At that age, young men are easily distracted by a beautiful young woman. It's entirely hormonal."

Claire blushed at his compliment but said she would indeed forgive him.

Mr. Forsythe talk to the boys obviously worked because the groping stopped immediately and, although she could feel their eyes on her body when she was in the lab with them, it was no worse than she experienced whenever she was in the presence of a man.

Overall she felt Danny would have been happy with the way the whole incident was handled but decided not to tell him just in case he got the wrong end of the stick.

A week later, Claire was assisting Mr. Forsythe in another lesson with the three boys. They were covering Anatomy and were discussing the female body.

"But, sir, I don't understand," said Amir, a small Indian boy who looked significantly younger than his real age. "What exactly are boobs made of?" he asked pointing at a cross section diagram of a woman's chest in profile.

"Breasts, boy. I'll not have unsuitable language in my class and in the presence of a lady!" Mr. Forsythe interjected angrily.

"Sorry, sir," Amir said although Claire could see him giggling behind his hand.

"Breasts are composed of adipose tissue, or fat to you, as well as glands, primarily the mammary glands, plus some collagen," Mr. Forsythe intoned. "And of course superficially there is a nipple surrounded by an areola on each."

"What do you mean, sir?"

"Come, come, boy. Are you telling me you've never seen a pair of breasts?"

"No, sir," Amir replied with a straight face.

"What about you two?" the teacher asked the other two boys, Michael, an overweight bespectacled boy of Chinese origin, and his nephew Charles, a tall heavyset, thick-lipped young man with a permanent sneer and hooded eyes.

"No, sir," they chorused, again with straight faces although slightly less successfully so.

"Well. I thought you young boys would have been perusing pictures in, um, well, in, er, whatever one peruses these days for such material. Hmm. Well that makes this most difficult. Um, Claire, might I have a word?" When she nodded, he continued, "Boys, continue to read chapter fourteen about the primary female sexual organs."

Mr. Forsythe took Claire to the office.

"Claire, might I ask for your help, my dear?" Mr. Forsythe said, holding her hands.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Forsythe, I mean, Edward. Of course. You just have to ask and I'll do anything," Claire replied eagerly.

"I need some help explaining the boys about breasts and how the lactation works."

"Sorry?" Claire asked.

"The production of milk in mammals."

"Oh, I see. What would you like me to do?" she said.

"Well, as the boys are unfamiliar with breasts, would you mind awfully if I could use yours to demonstrate to them the basic anatomy?"

"What, you'd like me to show them my breasts?" she asked incredulously.

"Yes, that's exactly what I need you to do. I just want to point out how they're, um, put together."

Claire was confused. Although she wasn't in any way shy of exposing her body, she knew that Danny might not be so happy about her doing so. But she wanted to please Mr. Forsythe and she was keen that she act professionally in front of him. And it wouldn't really do any harm – it was just an anatomy lesson, after all.

"Um, well, OK then," she agreed.

They went back to the lab where the boys were chatting and giggling.

"If you wouldn't mind standing there, Ms. Bell. Thank you. And please can you disrobe," Mr. Forsythe said,

Claire stood at the front of the room and began unbuttoning her black blouse while Mr. Forsythe continued. "Ms. Bell has kindly agreed to allow us the opportunity to examine her breasts. Gather round, boys."

All of a sudden the boys became very quiet and moved rapidly to stand around Claire as she pulled off her blouse to reveal a lacy black half-cup bra. She wished she'd worn a less interesting one as the tops of her areolae were quite visible. Luckily it was warm in the room otherwise it might have been worse.

The boys sighed in wonder at the size and sight of her bosom which, like most of her, was lightly freckled and a smooth milky white.

She looked at Mr. Forsythe who was smiling benignly. He nodded encouragingly.

Beginning to feel self-conscious she reached behind her to unclip her bra, her unfettered breasts surging forward a little. She took a breath and pulled it off completely.

"Oh, shit!", "Wow!" and "Holy fuck!" came the comments from the pupils as they looked upon Claire's impossibly flawless tits with their perfectly shaped small red nipples.

"Boys!" Mr Forsythe warned before beginning his tour of Claire's big boobs.

Claire began to blush as he discussed the different parts of her breasts and exactly what was inside them, occasionally prodding her left breast and nipple to make a point. Certainly the boys seemed to be paying attention, their expressions rapt and hardly blinking as they stared at her chest for the next ten minutes.

"Any questions, boys?" he eventually finished to amazed silence.

"Are all tits as amazing as Ms. Bell's?" Michael eventually asked.

Mr. Forsythe didn't seem to notice Michael's use of vernacular. "What? Oh no. Ms. Bell's bosom is remarkable in two significant respects," he lectured. "First of all the size of each breasts is extraordinary, much larger than one would expect on a young lady with such a slender frame, at least without any enhancements. How big are they, Ms. Bell?"

"Um, about 34DD," she replied, slightly calmer now that she realised that this was a very factual and down-to-earth discussion.

"Yes, that is a good size," Mr. Forsythe nodded, reaching out and weighing them in each hand. "And also, Ms. Bell is blessed with very firm breasts too. Note that they hardly sag at all - she probably has no need for a brassiere whatsoever."

He was squeezing and fondling her boobs quite firmly now.

"And note the current softness of her nipples. If I just do this," he said taking hold of each her nipples between thumb and forefinger and gently pinching, "you should see..., yes, there you go. My manipulation has resulted in some local arousal. Her nipples are now nice and hard to the touch."

Claire did her best to remain calm but she was becoming a little breathless.

"Can we have a go, sir?" Mr. Forsythe looked up at Amir who had asked the question.

"Er, I think what Amir means is that would be really valuable for us to have some first hand knowledge of the anatomy of breasts," Charles interjected smoothly.

"Yes, well, I suppose it would be a good idea. All right, queue up. One at a time," Mr Forsythe barked.

Claire was more than a little startled at Mr. Forsythe's decision but still wanted to appear professional so did her best to stay still, staring straight ahead as the three boys took turns to feel her tits, each taking time to get a really good feel for their size, texture and shape.

Amir went first, boyishly eager, but very gentle although he gradually increased the force of his fondling, all the time checking with Claire to make sure she was OK. He was such a sweet boy that she gave him a little smile and nodded encouragingly.

Michael was normally painfully shy but was extremely thorough as he concentrated hard on one breast than the other in a systematic and methodical way.

Charles however was quite rough with her breasts, twisting her nipples and causing her to gasp, interestingly keeping eye contact with her rather than staring at her boobs as the other two had done. He had to be told twice to stop by Mr. Forsythe before he moved away.




Claire's Career Ch. 02: The Teaching Assistant



"Good. Well, boys. I think that's enough on breasts." The boys groaned in disappointment. "Let's discuss the vagina instead, shall we?"

All three pupils immediately perked up and stared at Claire.

Amir spoke up first again, "Sir, can we see Ms. Bell's vagina?"

Claire eyes widened at the guileless nature of the question, her eyes flicking to Mr. Forsythe in panic. He wouldn't agree, would he?

"Hmm, well, I suppose we're lucky to have Ms. Bell with us and it's rare you get the chance for such a practical examination. OK, then. Michael, please go and get the blanket at the top of the cupboard in the office. We can lay it on this bench for her to lie back on comfortably. Ms. Bell, if you wouldn't mind..." Mr. Forsythe seemed utterly oblivious to the fact he was asking Claire to show her pussy to three schoolboys.

Claire's hands automatically went to the side of her skirt to unzip it. She had to keep reminding herself this was nothing more than a lesson and that she needed to treat it like any other, The fact that she happened to be the subject of study, or rather certain parts of her lovely young lush body, was neither her nor there.

Once more she regretted her choice of underwear today. Her panties matched her bra, black and lacy cut high on her hips. She was also wearing hold-ups along with patent black stilettos.

Mr. Forsythe paused briefly as he saw her standing there, his eyes widening slightly. He cleared his throat before saying, "If you could remove your underclothing, Ms. Bell, that would be splendid but feel free to leave on your shoes. The extra height will help you hop up onto the bench.

Claire pulled her knickers off quickly lifted herself onto the bench that Michael had kindly covered with a blanket. She looked around at the three boys who seemed flushed and uncomfortable but were all standing close, before lying back and allowing her legs to fall open as nonchalantly as she could.

There was a lot more swearing from around her as her thighs parted to reveal her pussy, with its tidy thatch of bright red hair and its glistening pink lips. She couldn't see exactly who it was but there was a lot more cursing and a series of amazed gasps as the boys looked upon their first ever cunt. She even had the impression that maybe Mr. Forsythe might have let out some sort of exclamation.

However it wasn't long before he was back into his lecturing tone as he pointed out different parts of her genitalia. His touch wasn't as unexpected as before but still caused her to start as he prodded and poked.

"Here we have the inner and outer labia, and here, respectively, the openings to the urethra and the vagina just above the anus. And here under this little hood is the clitoris." He began to rub her clit in a circular motion causing her to groan involuntarily. "And you notice that Ms. Bell's immediate physiological response is a moistening here at the main, er, aperture in order to facilitate penetration by an erect penis."

Claire tensed further as he slid his finger up and down her open lips and then squeaked involuntarily as he slid a finger into her.

"As you can see my finger slides in nice and smoothly," he commented before withdrawing. "OK, who's first to have a feel?"

The boys jockeyed for position and Claire lifted her head to see Charles grinning between her thighs as he looked up first at her and then down to her pussy, inches from his face.

"Oooh," she squealed as Charles pushed two of his fingers straight up her cunt.

"Fuck, she's tight," he murmured as he moved his fingers in and out before parting her lips for a better look. Claire suppressed another grunt.

"That's enough, Charles," Mr. Forsythe ordered. Charles gave her clit a perfunctory flick before stepping back to allow Michael access. He looked her in the eye as he licked his fingers clean.

Michael touched everything in his meticulous fashion, even fingering her bumhole for a few seconds, before yielding to Amir.

Amir's touch was more tentative. He slowly slid his left index finger into her pussy and then used his right to gently rub her clit. Claire couldn't help let out a moan, "Oooh, Amir!"

When the school bell rang and Mr. Forsythe told him to stop, Claire was embarrassed that she was actually disappointed. She was supposed to remain professionally detached and she most certainly shouldn't have been enjoying the sensation induced by being a model in what was, after all, only an anatomy lesson!

"Right, boys. Off you go and you homework is read chapter 15 on Reproduction," Mr. Forsythe ordered.

Claire sat up as the boys reluctantly left the room, their satchels held awkwardly in front of them, all staring hard, keen for a last chance to have a good look at her curvaceous yet lithe naked body. Then they all rushed off towards the lavatory block. 

"Well, I think that well, don't you, Claire?" Mr. Forsythe said, rubbing his hands after the door had closed behind the boys.

"Erm, yes, I suppose so," Claire replied, still flushed from the experience. She stood and gathered her clothes.

"Actually, Claire, a lack of clothing might be appropriate in something I'd like you to help me with, if you don't mind."

"I'm sorry?"

"Come with me my dear to the office, we have a free lesson and won't be disturbed. Bring your clothes with you but don't put them on yet."

Claire followed him into the office, holding her blouse and skirt in front of her.

Mr. Forsythe sat down in his chair in the cramped office. "Claire, next week, as you maybe heard we will be studying the reproductive system with the boys and I have a special request of you."

"OK, Mr. Forsythe, I mean, Edward. What do you want me to do?"

"I would like for the boys to look at sperm under the microscope and I need you to source some for me."

Claire was shocked but tried not to look surprised at what was obviously a run-of-the mill request, at least to judge from Mr. Forsythe's blasé expression. "Oh, right. Yes. Of course. Where can I get sperm?"

"Well, you'll have to harvest it from a willing volunteer, I suppose."

"Oh, OK. Maybe I could get some from my boyfriend before I come in," she suggested.

"No, I'm afraid it will need to be absolutely fresh so that we can observe motility," he answered.

"Well, I'm not sure whom else to ask?" Claire racked her brains before she came up with an idea. "Oh, Mr. Forsythe, what about you?" she asked brightly.

Mr. Forsythe deliberated. "Yes, I do suppose that's the best option. I had considered that that might be the case hence my request for you to remain naked. I need you to practise collecting the semen and getting it into a test tube and onto some glass slides. Now's as good a time as any for you to try out your, um, technique. I thought it best you remain nude so as to avoid getting your clothes dirty in case of any accidents."

"Oh, thanks for being so considerate, Mr. Forsythe," Claire said gratefully. She felt pleased that she now understood what needed to be done and felt confident that, with her past experience, she would be able to do a good job. But then she had a vision of what Danny would say. "So I wouldn't be actually, um, masturbating you as such?"

"Goodness no! Not at all that would be entirely wrong. This is just preparation for an experiment, much like gathering any other ingredients or materials."

Claire felt reassured. This was just a part of her job, nothing more. "Oh, OK then. Er well shall I just um, take out your, um, your..."

"Penis?"

Claire blushed. "Yes. So shall I just take it out and do it now?"

"Yes, do go ahead. You'll find test tubes and slides in the rack over there. Yes, that's right. Now if you don't mind slipping under the desk, I can go ahead with some marking that I have to get done today while you collect the, er, sample."

Comforted by his dispassionate attitude, she grabbed a test tube and got onto her hands and knees before shuffling in front of him, under his desk.

Claire looked at Mr. Forsythe's trouser crotch, which seemed to be enclosing a considerable bulge. Carefully she reached out and tentatively touched his zipper; he started slightly before relaxing.  She took a breath, determined to do a good job, and unzipped him before sliding her hand into his fly. After a little awkward rummaging she pulled down his y-fronts slightly before grabbing hold of his cock and pulling it out.

Claire had never seen, let alone touched, a penis as old as Mr. Forsythe's. It was a curious grey-pink colour, veined and wrinkled, of average size and semi-erect already; the hair above it was as silver as that on his head. It smelt strongly of urine.

She was pleased that he was already getting hard. She had been worried that, at his advanced age, he might not be able to get it up easily and that she would have to be more creative to complete her task but it looked like he was almost ready to go.

She began to toss him gently with her right hand; as she gained confidence and as his erection lengthened and firmed, she sped up, focused on making him ejaculate quickly and efficiently.

"Is that OK, Mr. Forsythe?" she asked, intent on making sure he was happy with her performance.

"Oh, yes, Claire. That's really absolutely fine," he replied from above the desk.

"Let me know when you're getting close," she said.

As Claire wanked him, she thought it was weird that, despite the fact that she had masturbated many men in the past, she had never done so when she couldn't see a reaction to what she was doing. She imagined that Mr. Forsythe was hardly even noticing her efforts as he seemed to be silently caught up in his marking.

Twenty minutes later, Claire's hands were tired. She had put the test tube down carefully and switched hands several times, amazed at Mr. Forsythe's stamina. Perhaps it was his age that had either blessed or cursed him depending on how you looked at it. 

She considered what to do. Whatever the situation, she was determined that she would not give up. He had given her a task to fulfil and she was resolute about completing it successfully. She decided to use her initiative.

"Mr. Forsythe, it's taking longer than I thought. I'm going to try something a bit different to see if it helps," she called up to him.

Trying to ignore the smell she leaned forward and gave the end of his cock a sticky kiss with her pink-lipsticked lips. She leant back as she heard some muffled cursing and a thump from above her.

"Are you OK, Mr. Forsythe?"

"Er, um, yes, don't worry. Just made a mistake in my marking. Please continue. I think we're almost there," he replied unsteadily.

Shrugging, Claire took his glans in her mouth and slurped for a few seconds before spitting a foul mouthful of saliva into the wastepaper basket under the desk. She did this a couple more times before she was entirely satisfied that his cock was clean enough to work on properly. And then she began to suck.

Applying as much suction as possibly could, Claire slowly slid her pursed mouth up and down his ugly wrinkled dick, doing her best to ignore the smell. She pulled out his craggy grey scrotum and massaged his surprisingly plump full balls and wrapped her delicate hand around his shaft moving it up and down in time with her lips.

After some sustained diligence, she could taste a distinctive saltiness half-way up her tongue. She pulled back slightly. "Are you getting close, Mr. Forsythe?" she asked, recognising his pre-orgasmic exudations.

"Um, what? Oh, erm, no, not yet, my dear. Sorry, I was thinking about this exercise. Do continue, please," he said in his polite tone.

Claire was puzzled but continued to bob and suck as intensely as she could.

She was on a down stroke, her mouth full of cock and her lips pressed against his wiry grey pubes, when he came. She could feel his thick warm jism squirting down her throat. She pulled up as quickly as she could but several more spurts spat across her tongue before she could pick up the test tube.

Absentmindedly she swallowed what was in her mouth and groaned in frustration as she managed to wipe barely a dribble off the end of his knob and into the tube.

"Oh, Mr. Forsythe, I've only got a little bit. I swallowed most of it accidentally," she said. "I didn't know whether I could spit it in or if it had to come directly from your penis."

"You did the right thing in swallowing what was in your mouth. It's crucial that it's as, um, as fresh as possible and you must always gather it directly from source. It is I however who must say sorry to you, my dear. As you can imagine it's been a long time since my sperm has been, um, harvested. Mrs. Forsythe and I have long stopped, um, engaging in such activities. I didn't recognise the pre-ejaculatory feeling in time to warn you," he said apologetically.

Feeling slightly sorry for him, Claire zipped him up and emerged, still naked, from under the desk before replying, "Oh that's OK. How about I try again later? We've got until next week, haven't we, to get it right? I really want to do this perfectly." 

Mr. Forsythe held one of her hands in his and patted it affectionately. "That really would be most satisfactory, my dear."

Over the rest of the week, Claire practised collecting Mr. Forsythe's spunk three times a day, first thing in the morning, after lunch and at just before she left for the evening. It took a few goes before she was timing his orgasm well enough to get most of his cum straight into the test tube. It took around forty minutes from start to finish, just using her mouth and hands to the best of her ability when she was under the desk. However when she persuaded him to defer his marking until after she had finished so that she could do it in the open office, with her big green eyes and enormous plump tits visible, she was able to shave off a good ten minutes.

And when without thinking, she had guided his hands to fondle and tweak her enormous red-nippled boobs, he had came in around twenty-five minutes. From then on, she always made sure he was playing with her tits during her collection practise.

On the day of the big lesson, things went perfectly. Half an hour before the lesson was due to begin, Claire stripped off her top and bra and knelt down between Mr. Forsythe's legs. Exactly twenty-seven minutes later, he came in her mouth while pulling firmly on her nipples but Claire was quick enough to get most of his spunk into the test tube.

When the boys came in, each had a glass slide with semen smeared onto, ready for examination under the microscope.

The lesson went well, although she had to ignore the boys more than once when they asked where the sperm had come from.

At the end of the lesson, Claire was clearing up when she noticed Charles had stayed behind to talk to Mr. Forsythe in a rather excited manner. Although she couldn't hear what he was saying, she didn't think it odd – they were after all related as well as being teacher and pupil. As she approached the office, Charles left, giving her big smirk as he walked past.

Later that afternoon, Mr. Forsythe seemed a little agitated.

"Are you OK, Edward?" Claire asked in concern.

"Oh, yes, I'm fine really. It's just that I have experienced an unfortunate physiological response," he gestured to his crotch. "As you can see I have an erection. I think this might be because for the past week you have been collecting semen from me like clockwork at this time each day. In short, my body is responding to the routine we've developed. And of course, having missed the usual post-lunch session has exacerbated the situation."

"Oh, dear," Claire said sympathetically. She had an idea. "Well perhaps I can just go ahead as usual. Will we be looking at sperm another time?"

"Well, yes, next term with the fifth form."

"Oh great." Claire clapped her hands girlishly. "I can stay in practice as well as helping you feel better. Go on, Mr. Forsythe, please let me," she pleaded.

"Well, I suppose, it does make sense," he agreed.

Pleased at her own initiative, Claire smiled as she stripped to the waist and got down on her knees.

Almost half an hour later, Claire realised she had forgotten the test tube. She decided to keep going, hoping that Mr. Forsythe wouldn't notice and indeed all he did after filling her mouth with copious amounts of spunk was to sigh heavily before zipping himself up and thanking her. Claire swallowed secretly and smiled to herself at his absentmindedness. 

The next morning, after another early blowjob, Mr. Forsythe sat Claire down to talk to her. "Claire, in today's lesson with the sixth form, as part of our studies of the reproductive system, we will be covering Sexual Education," he intoned.

"But don't all students need to learn about it? Not just Biology ones, I mean," Claire asked in a puzzled tone.

Mr. Forsythe coughed. "Well, er, yes, that's quite right and they'll have done so a few years ago. But as part of the advanced syllabus, these students need to have a thorough and practical understanding. After all they might go on to be medical students for instance and so need to understand all about sex."

"Oh, of course. That makes a lot of sense, really," Claire replied.

"Now I must ask you to remain completely professional in the lesson. As you can imagine the boys will find it a bit embarrassing to discuss. None of them, as far as I know, have had a girlfriend so they will feel a bit uncomfortable." 

Claire had no doubt that none of the boys had ever had girlfriends – they were all somewhat geeky and unattractive. She listened as he continued.

"However as professionals, you and I must be very matter-of-fact and take it all in our strides."

"Oh, of course, Mr. Forsythe. Thanks so much for letting me help you with this."

"The pleasure is all mine, my dear," he smiled.

The lesson was scheduled for the whole afternoon after lunch. When Claire and Mr. Forsythe returned to their office a quarter of an hour before it was due to start, she knelt down in front of him without a word, ready to service him with her mouth almost automatically.

But Mr. Forsythe stopped her. "Actually, Claire. I've got an idea. I was going to run through different types of sexual interaction with the boys including oral, vaginal and even anal. Why don't we give them a practical demonstration of oral sex?" he suggested in his kind manner.

"Erm. You want me to suck you off in front of the boys?" Claire asked unsurely.

"Well, of course what you're actually doing is practising harvesting my sperm. I admit, however, that to the untrained observer it is very similar to fellatio and so it would be an excellent way of killing two birds with one stone, as it were."

"Oh, well. If you think it's important to their learning then OK. I'm just a bit worried in case they tell anyone though and they get the wrong impression," Claire said.

"I can assure you that they wouldn't do so. I have already had a talk with them individually about some of the more, um, sensitive subjects we have covered and they fully understand that if they are in any way indiscreet, they would lose the privilege of any continued practical learning."

"Oh, thanks, Mr. Forsythe, I mean, Edward. It's just that my boyfriend isn't in very familiar with teaching methods so he I don't think he'd really understand. I wouldn't want him to find out."

"No fear of that, my dear," Mr. Forsythe said as he patted her hand.

The first hour of the lesson consisted of Mr. Forsythe instructing the boys on how important it was to practise sex safely. Claire noticed that they boys kept glancing up at her however instead of paying attention to his admittedly soporific toned lecturing. Charles made her feel uncomfortable with his knowing hungry gaze while Michael looked at her as if she were the subject of some sort of experiment. She began to regret wearing a clingy black top, a tight red short skirt, stockings and heels that she knew showed off her figure extremely well.




Claire's Career Ch. 02: The Teaching Assistant



However, Amir seemed to be looking at her with real affection so she gave him a little smile back causing him to giggle.

Mr. Forsythe's lesson continued. "And now, boys, begins the practical part of the afternoon. Ms. Bell has kindly agreed to help us once more with a demonstration. She will now fellate me so you can examine the nuances of the act. Gather round."

Claire, blushing slightly, pulled off her top and bra eliciting groans from around the room. She knelt down in front of Mr. Forsythe and within thirty seconds had his cock out and in her mouth.

"As you can see, Ms. Bell, who is an experienced practitioner of oral sex, is first of all licking around the shaft of my penis to educe the hardest possible erection. And now she will suck my testicles, yes, like that..."

Claire took his leathery scrotum in her mouth, trying to ignore the coarse grey hair and papery wrinkled skin before moving her tongue back up his dick. Hoping to speed things up a little she took his craggy hands and placed them on her full breasts. Her red nipples popped up after a little tweaking and pinching.

"Of course, fondling Ms. Bell's great big bosom does, as you can imagine, enhance the overall experience. And now she is going to begin to suck as hard as she can and pneumatically bob her head up and down, making a tight ring with her lips, sliding it up over my glans and down the shaft of my penis. As you can see she is exceptionally fit and able to do this at extreme pace while she continues to fondle my balls."

Claire slowed her pace down after a while, glancing at the boys as she did so. She was shocked to see Charles to her right sporting an obvious erection in his grey trousers. To her right Michael was furtively rubbing his bulging crotch.

She looked up at Mr. Forsythe, wondering whether she should mention that, rather unexpectedly, the boys had had an unfortunate reaction to their demonstration but she didn't want to interrupt his commentary.

"And now, boys, I am almost ready to ejaculate. First some etiquette that must be understood: it is generally considered polite to ask whether you can climax in your partner's mouth. Is that OK Ms. Bell?"

Claire nodded uncertainly in reply.

"Good, and if you don't mind sticking your tongue. Very good. And there you go," he grunted as he came. "As you can see, boys, Ms. Bell's tongue is now liberally coated in my semen. Please go ahead and swallow, Ms. Bell."

Obediently, Claire gulped down Mr. Forsythe's spunk.

"And there you have it. Oral sex. A round of applause for Ms. Bell, please. Good. Now, boys, while Ms. Bell cleans me up, do you have any questions?"

Claire noticed a drop of spunk at the end of his cock so she licked it up before putting him back into his pants and zipping him.

As she stood up and reached for her clothes, Charles asked a question. "Uncle Eddie, I mean, Sir, I'm not sure I got everything Ms. Bell did before you finished. Perhaps I could have a go in her mouth, you know, just to make sure I've understood exactly how it works?" he asked disingenuously,

"Hmm. Well, I suppose that would be OK. Ms. Bell, please can you oblige," Mr Forsythe asked her perfunctorily.

Claire didn't know what to do. She really didn't like Charles but she also knew she had a duty to teach the boys as effectively as she could. Sighing she dropped her clothing back on the bench and sat down on a chair.

Charles had his cock out by the time he'd taken three paces to stand in front of her. It was fleshy and ugly, of good size but without any elegance. It was also absolutely rock-hard.

She looked up at his triumphant leering face as he grabbed her boobs and began to squeeze them roughly.

"Go on, Ms. Bell, suck it," he ordered unpleasantly.

Claire gave his balls a little squeeze with one hand and grasped his erection with the other before leaning forward and taking his knob in. At least he tasted clean, she thought as she sucked.

Almost immediately, Charles groaned mightily and spunked into her mouth. She was amazed by the quantity of his sperm but she gobbled it down as he thrust himself in and out of her until he was completely spent. He slumped back against a workbench behind him.

"Oh, Charles," Claire said cruelly, "it looks like you've come already. Oh well, what a shame."

Charles glowered at her angrily.

"Um, Ms. Bell, is it my turn?"

Claire turned to see Michael in front of her with a hopeful expression on his face and his hard and dusky cock in his hand. She looked up at Mr. Forsythe who nodded encouragingly. Sighing, she turned back to Michael to suck him off.

He lasted a whole minute before coming almost silently down her throat. She licked him clean before turning to look for Amir who had been extremely silent.

"OK Amir, you now," she said. He had his hands covering his obviously excited crotch.

"Erm, no, it's OK, I'm fine, Ms. Bell," he stammered.

Claire was surprised and a little disappointed. Of all the boys, she liked Amir the best. He was always polite and seemed to look at her in an adoring fashion so she was amazed he didn't want to take this opportunity to use her mouth.

"It's OK, Amir. Really, I'd like to show you how it's done. I promise it'll be nice," she smiled warmly back at him.

Amir considered, blushing darkly as his classmates ribbed him. Claire held out her hand and pushed out her chest encouragingly. This seemed to break his resolve.

He scampered over to Claire and she took his hands and put them on her tits. He massaged them gently as she extracted his cock.

At once she could see why he'd been so shy to take up this opportunity. His penis, despite being hard, was quite small. She took in her hand and tugged it tenderly.

"Is that a worm, Amir?" Charles taunted him nastily.

Claire gave him a heated look while Mr. Forsythe interjected, "That's enough, boy!"

She gave Amir's cock a kiss on its tip. "Ignore him, Amir. Just enjoy what I'm going to do to you," she said fondly,

She began at his bollocks, licking and sucking them lovingly, while he groaned in bliss. She kissed up and down his brown shaft before taking his glans in her mouth and swirling her tongue around it, acutely aware of his tension and excitement.

For the next ten minutes Claire used every trick she knew to drive Amir wild with pleasure. She nibbled, kissed, slurped and sucked him whilst alternatively squeezing his balls and cock to stop him coming to soon.

When finally he couldn't hold back any more he let out an exultant shout as he flooded her mouth with jism. Claire spent a while savouring his taste before swallowing with a satisfied gulp.

"Oh, thanks, Ms. Bell. That was amazing!" he said as she stood up. She gave him a quick hug while he took the opportunity to feel her arse, not that she minded.

"Well, boys. I think Ms. Bell has done fantastically well in giving us all an enormously useful and practical demonstration of her oral skills. Thank you."

"Oh, well it was nothing, really," Claire lied, trying her best to appear unconcerned and professional.

"Actually, Ms. Bell. I do have one more request for you. Rather unusually, I find myself ready for another session. Perhaps we could show the boys how to have full sexual intercourse."

Claire was dumbfounded. "You want to fuck me in front of the class?" she asked disbelievingly.

"Uh-hum, language, please Ms. Bell!"

"Oops sorry!" Claire did her best to appear unruffled and unfazed. "Um, well of course, Mr. Forsythe. That's fine. Um, how do you want me?"

"Why don't you lie back on this bench and I'll stand in front of you, my dear," he replied.

Claire unzipped her skirt and, after a pause, pulled down her knickers. Once more, the boys murmured appreciatively at her long flawless legs, taut peachy bottom and beautifully trimmed pussy.

She lay back on the bench, shuffling her bum to the edge to allow Mr. Forsythe a smooth entry.

He slid in with a grunt before beginning to thrust his hips in a jerky rhythm. After a while, Claire realised that it could take Mr. Forsythe a significant time before he was ready to come. She decided to help him along a bit.

"Um. Mr. Forsythe?"

"Yes, my dear," he replied breathlessly.

"Perhaps it would be a good idea to show the boys another position. Why don't I go on top?" she suggested.

"Oh, that really is an excellent idea, Ms. Bell. Shall we?"

He pulled out and, with some help from the boys, boosted himself up onto a bench before lying back. Claire climbed onto him and impaled herself on his crusty member.

Immediately she began to ride him powerfully, keen to get him to orgasm as soon as possible. However a side-effect of this was to rub his wiry grey pubes repeatedly against her turgid clit, causing her to moan in unwelcome pleasure as she fucked him as hard as she could.

"Wow," Charles said, "look at her go. What a slut!" She tried to give him a hard look but couldn't concentrate enough to do so as Mr. Forsythe began pinching her red nipples and squeezing her enormous firm pale tits.

In the end she came before he did, her body racking with pleasure as she cried out in release. After she had calmed down from her orgasm, she noticed that Mr. Forsythe seemed to getting close too.

"Oh, I don't want you to come in my cunt, I mean, vagina, Mr. Forsythe," she said with a final thrust of her hips. She pulled herself off him before plunging her mouth down on him for a few seconds before he spat a small amount of foul jism over her tongue.

"Yes, that really was most satisfactory, Ms. Bell," he said shakily as she climbed off him. "Boys, you must all respect Ms. Bell's wishes and not ejaculate in her pussy, only in her mouth."

Claire looked around to see all three boys holding their hard cocks in hand. She sighed once more before they descended on her.

For the next two hours the boys fucked her in every position of which they could think. They had her from behind, on top, underneath and upside down. After they'd come in her mouth they would wait until she'd sucked them hard again while another of them had her pussy, before switching around again.

This enthusiastic and relentless shagging resulted in her coming repeatedly, the most humiliating time with Charles bringing her to a screaming orgasm as she rode him and the most satisfying as she and Amir snogged, coming in delicious harmony together as they held each other tightly.

When the bell went signalling the end of the school day, Claire was on her hands and knees as Michael rogered her up her arse.

Rather unhelpfully, Mr. Forsythe, who had been unable to raise another erection but was watching the action unfold intently, had suggested that if anyone were interested, they might like to try out her bottom as it was bound to be a delightfully tight and unusual experience.

Michael was the only one who took up the offer, Charles and Amir both wanting to finish off one last time in her mouth. So, with some help from some laboratory grease, Michael had eagerly thrust himself up her tight pink bumhole.

Unfortunately for Claire, he had come at least three times already and seemed to have unending stamina as he hefted his bulk back and forth, slapping Claire gloriously peachy butt with his large stomach.

She did her best to grind her bum back up against him and tense her arse even tighter around his erection to speed his climax, but in the end found herself being anally shagged for a good twenty minutes after the bell.

Even worse, obviously heeding Mr. Forsythe's earlier warning, when Michael did finally come he pulled his cock out with a loud slurping pop before moving round to shove it into her mouth, not giving her a chance to explain she didn't mind him coming up her butt, and leaving a combined taste of grease, spunk and her own bum in her poor weary mouth.

Finally with the boys now fully aware of the intricacies of sex in various holes and positions, Claire was able to rest.

She got dressed somewhat gingerly, wincing at her sore bum, but had enough energy to say goodbye to the boys, with a sneaky and affectionate kiss for Amir.

Mr. Forsythe was extremely grateful. "Well, Ms. Bell, I have to say that was by the far the most informative sex education class I have ever taught. You really made a difference and the boys learnt an awful lot, more than I had envisaged. Well done. You're willingness to throw yourself in with such commitment must be commended. I shall be recommending to the headmaster that we upgrade your contract to a permanent one."

"Oh, Mr. Forsythe, thank you so much!" Claire said thrilled at his praise. "I'm so glad it was worth it. That was really tiring. Is that it for sex education for this term?" she asked hopefully.

Mr. Forsythe considered. "Hmm, I think it might be worth having maybe one or two more lessons, just to ensure the subject is fully bedded into the boys' minds. However, we should probably prepare ourselves a little more and maybe try out some of the positions up front just to make sure we're getting the most out of the learning experience. We didn't really explore anal sex in any depth so I think we should maybe focus on that initially."

"Oh, golly," Claire said, disappointed but still determined to do her best. "Oh, well, maybe we could use a free lesson tomorrow to practise, Mr. Forsythe? I'll bring some nicer lubricant along."

"That would be perfect, Claire. And really, please call me Edward."

Claire went home that night a happy woman, delighted at her feedback from Mr. Forsythe. Finally she had a job in which she just knew she would be successful!

Feeling positive and confident, she got into her car to drive home. She had a really good feeling about being a Teaching Assistant. She was popular with the staff; she was liked by the pupils; she'd just been told she was great at her job.

Nothing could possibly go wrong now. Could it?



Claire's Career Ch. 03: The Actress



Part 3: The Actress

Claire couldn't believe that she'd lost three jobs in as many months.

She'd been very happy as a receptionist at a small hairdressing salon but when they had closed she was made redundant.

Then she'd had a short stint selling lingerie and sex products at parties but she'd been sacked when she was caught demonstrating some of the more interesting merchandise on a client's husband, or rather not really the client's husband; in any case it was someone's husband and she hadn't been very happy to find Claire naked in her living room with husband thrusting himself vigorously in and out of Claire's admittedly tight and appealingly perfect arse or, as Claire saw it, trying out a new lubricant.

And then she'd made a brilliant start at a local independent school as a teaching assistant to Mr. Forsythe, the Biology teacher. She'd been popular with the staff and pupils and had really helped the older students with their practical anatomy. Until she'd blown it. Almost literally.

It had all gone wrong when she'd become very fond of one boy, Amir, a pupil of Indian origin who, although an eighteen year old in his final year of school, was one of the smaller students. She liked him because he was sweet and shy and smiled every time he saw her.

After she had taken part in a practical sex education session with him and the rest of his class, he had become even more devoted to her and when he'd asked for some private tuition on female anatomy, for no other reason than to help his studies of course, she'd found herself easily persuaded into agreeing to a few lessons with him.

She had stayed behind after school with him and allowed him to carefully scrutinize her body, permitting him to concentrate on those areas of the female body with which he was least familiar such as her enormous firm boobs, her tight juicy pink-lipped pussy and her peachy taut bottom. Unfortunately and, in retrospect perhaps unsurprisingly, Amir had had a regrettable reaction to the sight and indeed the feel of her lovely leggy body. Unable to think of how else to help him, Claire had relieved him at the end of each lesson, initially with her hands and breasts but then progressing to using her mouth. In fact the lessons had become perhaps a touch more relief-giving than actual teaching.

Claire had justified her behaviour by reminding herself that, despite appearances, she wasn't actually sucking Amir off. All she was doing was providing a practical and caring service in her role as his teaching assistant. After all, as Amir had said, who knew what harm it would do for him to have an almost permanent erection as an unforeseeable consequence of what were, after all, important and essential lessons. She had felt it was almost her duty to make sure he went home without a painful hard-on and so had happily allowed him to fuck her mouth and squeeze her tits while she slurped enthusiastically on his cock.

However, when the headmaster had caught her frantically bobbing her head in Amir's lap in the Biology lab one evening, he hadn't been as accepting of her reasoning. In fact he had insisted she leave the school immediately. To add insult to injury, she'd had to be at her most persuasive to stop him telling anyone else why she was leaving her job.

She'd spent an evening in his study using her most creative influencing skills to keep him silent. When she pleaded that he not make public the reason for her dismissal he had, taking a long hungry look at her creamy cavernous cleavage, asked her what she would do in return for his keeping her secret. When she had replied that she would do absolutely anything he had released his erection and asked her show him exactly what she was doing to Amir. Over the course of the evening Claire had strenuously satisfied his every fantasy reasoning that, as this was a kind of payment in return for the gift of silence, it didn't really count as sex.

In any case, her mouth, pussy and bottom had been sore for several days afterwards, so thoroughly had he abused them with his thick lengthy erection.

She'd also had to placate Mr. Forsythe, the Biology teacher with a final goodbye sperm-collection session which involved giving him what the ignorant might have considered a topless blowjob. Although he'd appeared devastated to lose Claire, he'd looked a little happier when she had promised to stay in touch by visiting him at home periodically, which would be easy enough as he was a neighbour.

In any case the most important thing was that her boyfriend, Danny, hadn't found out what she'd been doing. He wouldn't have really understood that some of the recent circumstances in which she had found herself weren't actually in any way sexual, despite the fact that she had been repeatedly penetrated by several penises in all of her lovely moist orifices. In fact she considered herself, as a rule, very faithful to him and didn't want to upset him so thought it best to avoid any such disclosure.

In many ways Danny had been pleased that she given up her job at the school, although she had had to lie about the reason, telling him that her lack of any knowledge of Biology as a subject had, in the end, proved too difficult to overcome.

Danny was, Claire felt, a little over-protective of her, continually worrying that she was going to be tricked and abused by virtually every man she ever met, based on a few unfortunate instances where her goodwill had been maybe slightly exploited.

For some reason he thought she was too gullible to be allowed to go to work so he'd not been too worried that she didn't have a job but he did feel that she needed something to keep her out of mischief during the day.

So after a few days of boredom, when she had noticed that the local amateur dramatic group was auditioning for their avant-garde production of A Midsummer Night's Dream, he'd been a little reluctant yet happy enough to support her application.

Claire had always fancied herself as an actress. She knew she was attractive with pale lightly freckled skin, deep green eyes, a generous willing mouth, rich auburn hair and a tall, slender yet generously curved figure. Her breasts were large, high and firm, her stomach toned and flat, her buttocks tight and shapely and her legs smooth and very very long.

She's always been told she could sing well and she was without doubt an excellent dancer, fit and agile and sinuous in her movements on the dance floor. As for acting however, she'd never actually tried it but, frankly, it really didn't look that difficult. How hard could talking loudly on a stage actually be?

Dreaming of the West End and Hollywood deals, Claire decided to call the number on the theatre company flyer to arrange an audition with the director, Justin.

She arranged to meet him that afternoon, knowing that she needed time to get her outfit exactly right. She had to present an image of assured urbanity whilst looking extremely and effortlessly hot. She settled for a stretchy white v-neck jersey, a tight dark grey miniskirt, flower patterned black hold-up stockings and high black stiletto heels with elaborate strapping over the ankles all under a knee length sage green lightweight raincoat.

Tying her long red hair back into a high pony tail, she checked herself out in the mirror. She looked great: her breasts looked unreservedly massive under her clingy top and her lithe legs appeared endless under the tiny miniskirt which stopped halfway down her long toned thighs, only just below the lacy tops of her hold-ups. She wore green eye shadow and bright red lipstick that matched her elegantly painted nails. Without a doubt, knowing she looked marvellous made her feel poised and confident.

"You can do it, Claire," she said to herself as she left to meet Justin.

Justin's house wasn't as outré as she'd been expecting. In fact it looked like a fairly standard modern home.

Justin himself was also a disappointment. He was of average height, in his forties and grossly overweight with several chins and a huge bulging belly hanging over his over-tight jeans. His eyes were beady and his ears protuberant. However he did have long unruly greying hair and a beautiful deep voice so maybe there was an air of the bohemian actor about him.

He seemed a little startled by her appearance as he carefully looked her up and down but, after a pause, invited her in and took her into his living room. She saw several photos on the mantelpiece of Justin with whom she presumed were his wife and teenage children.

"Welcome, my dear. I am Justin Maltravers-Fosteringhall, the artistic director of the Southbury Players, West Southbury's premier amateur dramatic troupe," he intoned sonorously as he held Claire's hands in his.

"Oh, hello. I'm Claire," she replied a little awed by his larger-than-life personality and physical stature. She did her best not wrinkle her nose at the sour rank smell of his body odour as she took off her coat to reveal her lovely tight body.

"I understand, Claire, that you are here to audition for a role in my insouciant little adaptation of the Bard's finest romantic comedy?" he asked leaning in close to her to reveal both discoloured uneven teeth and remarkably foetid breath.

Claire didn't really understand what he meant so nodded uncertainly and smiled back at him.

"And in what fine productions might I have seen you? I feel like I recognize you. Did you play Viola at the Vic last year? Or maybe Portia at the Globe? Or maybe I saw you table dancing at the Pink Pussy club last week?"

A little confused, Claire replied "Er. No. That wasn't me. I haven't really done much acting before. But I'm really willing to have a go."

"Aha!" Justin shouted dramatically. "A novice, no less! Hmmm. I can see some potential in you," he said as he walked around her examining her body carefully.

Claire jumped as he bellowed from behind her, "But I must warn you! Titania is the only female role I have left to cast and there is a lot of competition. You will have to audition supremely well to make it into my play! I have the very highest standards. How much do you want this part?" He continued to walk around her.

"Erm, well, lots. I mean I really really want to become an actress. I'm sure I can prove to you that I'd be a great Titanium," she said with conviction.

"Good, good. It's Titania, the Fairy Queen, by the way."

"Oh, sorry, Tatiana," Claire tried to correct herself. The Fairy Queen! It sounded like a big and glamorous part. She wondered if the costume would be pretty.

"Yes. Well, you certainly have the look of an actress. Beautiful. Even features. Outstanding figure. Pleasant voice too. But how do I know it's not all a sham?" he challenged.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I have been fooled by lovely young women before! How do I know that you aren't trussed up in a corset under your admittedly skimpy clothing? How do I know those enormous and fine breasts are real? How do I know your perfect skin is as flawless under that tiny skirt? My interpretation of this play requires the actors to reveal their bodies uninhibitedly. I need to be sure that your body is as splendid as it appears and also that you are able to function effortlessly even when unclothed."

Claire took a few moments to work out that he meant. Eventually she asked, "Do you want me to take my clothes off?"

"Why, yes," he smiled. "That would seem to be an excellent idea. Go ahead. And remember! I am looking for a fey combination of innocence and wisdom coupled with great tits."

Claire didn't know what to do. On the face of it, Justin's request seemed reasonable. She knew that actors sometimes did nude scenes and that a director might want to make sure that she was comfortable doing them, as well as making sure that her body was good enough. She was very confident on both concerns: she knew her body was awesome and she was very relaxed about being nude in front of others.

In fact that was the problem. Would Danny be happy for her to be naked in front of an audience?

Justin had sat down in an armchair with a big leering smile on his face as he rubbed his hands, waiting for her to disrobe.

Claire made up her mind. She would do it. She might not get the part anyway in which case Danny would never find out that she'd shown a stranger her lush naked body. And if she did get the role, she would persuade him that it was all right, using all the considerable assets at her disposal.

She pulled her jersey over her head, causing Justin to let out heartfelt moan as she revealed her gauzy black bra, clearly showing off her red nipples.

"Are you OK?" she asked concernedly.

He coughed. "Oh, I'm fine. That was just a vocal exercise I practise every now and again."

"Oh. OK." She slipped out of her skirt to reveal a tiny black thong and the tops of her hold-ups. Justin did his vocal exercise once more and crossed his legs.

Claire asked, "Er, can you see enough or do you want me to...?"

"Er, well feel free to leave the stockings and heels on but take the rest off please," Justin rumbled deeply.

As she unclipped her bra, her breasts surged forward without any real sag. She pulled it off assuredly knowing that her boobs were possibly her best features, large and plump and creamy-skinned with high and relatively small red nipples.

Within seconds she had taken off her thong and stood hands on hips ready for Justin's inspection.

"Is my body OK?" she asked,

Justin stood and walked around her awkwardly, carefully studying her beautiful figure.

"Are those breasts real? They seem too good to be true," he said incredulously.

"Oh, yes, they're perfectly natural. Have a feel, if you don't believe me," Claire said indignantly.

Justin licked his lips before reaching to cup her large tits. He lifted them one by one before beginning to caress them more forcefully.

"Hmmm, yes, they are amazingly firm yet they do seem nice and soft and very natural. Extraordinary. And your nipples are lovely too," he said rolling them between thumb and forefinger.

Claire waited patiently as Justin thoroughly confirmed that her breasts were indeed real before turning his attention to her peachy bottom.

He squeezed her arse vigorously and methodically. It was obviously to his satisfaction as he nodded before turning his attention back to her breasts.

"I just want to see what they look like aroused," he said before leaning down unexpectedly to suck on her right nipple.

Claire, although surprised, uncomplainingly held his head to her bosom as he licked and sucked first one and then the other nipple.

He stood back before fondling them once more, her hard nipples rubbing against his podgy palms.

"Yes, without a doubt you have fabulous boobs and a lovely tight bottom. Your skin is unblemished and smooth. Your legs are long and faultless. You're a beautiful young woman. I just need to check your vagina."

At first, Claire wasn't sure she'd heard him properly. "You want to see my pussy?" she asked for clarification.

"Oh, yes. It's the only part of you I haven't yet approved. I need to make sure that any part of you that might be exposed to the audience is up to standard," he said. "Lie back on the couch and spread your legs."

Claire paused but sat on the coach and drew her legs up and apart so he could have a good look at her cunt, displaying a tidy strip of red pubic hair and long pink moist lips. Justin knelt down heavily in front of her.

"Oh, fuck, yes," he murmured before sliding a finger down her pussy and back up again to rub her clit gently. Claire suddenly felt a little warm and flushed but let him continue as he slid a finger into her.

It was only when he bent closer and licked her up and down before sucking her clit that she said, "Are you sure you need to do that?" she asked unsteadily.

"Hmmm," Justin moaned. "Oh, yes, I just wanted to make sure you're thoroughly aroused to ensure there was no significant change in appearance. I'm happy to confirm that it's just as beautiful."

"Oh, thanks," Claire said as he sat back into his armchair with his legs crossed awkwardly.

"So my body's good enough then?" she asked.

"Oh, yes. I think we can safely say that," Justin replied with a huge sigh.

"Oh, great," Claire said brightly, reaching for her clothes.

Justin sat up. "Er, before you do that. I need to tell you about my adaptation of A Midsummer Night's Dream. Please sit down."

Claire sat on the couch, still nude, interested in what he had to say.

"I assume you're familiar with the play?" he asked.

Claire decided to lie. "Oh, yes."

"Well then you'll know that it's a romantic comedy with multiple subplots and a bawdy undertone. My research has shown that when it was originally written by Shakespeare, the play was actually significantly more lascivious and explicit. It was bowdlerized in the puritan times of the mid-17th century. I wish to revive the original ambience in my production with some previously unperformed scenes. I want the audience to go away shocked and excited and aroused!"

"Really? How wonderful!" Claire commented enthused by his passion.

"Why don't we try a quick reading? Here," he said passing her a script, "just read these lines for me. Titania has just woken after being enchanted to fall in love with whomever she first sees. This is what she says to her new love."

Eager to please, Claire stood with her legs apart and bare chest thrust out and, holding the script in her left hand, allowed her other arm to wave dramatically as she spoke.

"Um. Right. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again: mine ear is much enam-enam-enamour'd of thy note; so is mine eye enthralled to thy shape: and thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me on the first view to say, to swear, I love thee." She'd stumbled over some of the words but on the whole she thought she'd done a good job.

Justin looked stunned as he stared at her chest.

"What did you think?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, very good," he said smoothly. "Hmm, yes, I can see you have definite potential. But let's leave the script for now. I want you to improvise now as the scene progresses. Do you think you can do that?"

Claire thought that this meant that he just wanted her to make it up as she went along which sounded easy enough. "Oh, yes. Of course!"

"Good, because all good thespians are able to extemporize when required to do so."

"Er, I'm not one of those. I like men," Claire replied uncertainly, confused by his convoluted method of discourse.

"Right. Of course. Anyway. The next scene is crucial to the plot. Titania is completely enamoured of Bottom. She falls to her knees in front of him and fellates him with gusto. Let's try that, shall we?"

Claire was even more perplexed. "Do you mean that you want me to um, er...?"

"Yes, that's right, she gives him a blowjob."

"And you want me to improvise by pretending to give you one now?" she asked.

"Oh no, my dear! As any professional knows virtually all sex scenes that one sees on stage and on film are completely authentic, that is actual full penetrative sex! Realism is all important. It must look like as if the protagonists are truly engaging in proper full-on shagging. We only act as if it is feigned to avoid giving offence. I assume you want to be a professional one day, my dear?"

"Well, yes, I suppose. I didn't realise it was all real; I honestly thought they were just pretending. But I just want to check: do you definitely need me to really suck your actual cock?"

"Of course. How else can we proceed?" Justin said huffily. "In method acting, the method is all important," he added cryptically.

Claire thought about what Danny would say. She just couldn't do it even though the thought of putting Justin's penis in her mouth didn't really bother her that much despite him being so obese, ugly and smelly.




Claire's Career Ch. 03: The Actress



"Oh, I just don't think my boyfriend would want me too..." she started before Justin jumped out his chair and interrupted her.

"Do my ears deceive me? I thought you wanted to be an actor!| Did dear dear Larry complain when he had to take Dame Judi roughly from behind at the National whilst playing Antony to her Cleopatra? No, he just turned her over and did his duty as if he were born to it! Did the Divine Sarah balk at sucking off the entire cast and production team of La Dame Aux Camelias at the Comédie-Française as recompense when the company payroll was stolen? No she was on her knees like a flash, mouth open and ready to gobble for her art!" he ranted spectacularly.

He continued "These, Claire, are the heroes and heroines up to whom you must live if you want to become an actor. The theatrical life demands many sacrifices and absolute unquestioning devotion. Now kneel down and get into character."

Inspired by Justin's rousing oration, Claire dropped down immediately and unzipped his flies. She could tell he was already into his role as his cock appeared semi-erect.

"Yes, that's right my dear. Now remember, you are Titania, proud Queen of the Fairies. But you have been enchanted to fall in love with Bottom and you are willing to do anything for him."

As Claire pulled his trousers down, the smell from his crotch hit her almost physically. This was going to be difficult but she was determined to act convincingly. However what Justin had just repeated did concern her slightly.

"Bottom? Does that mean you want to do it up my bum too?"

"Er, not exactly; Bottom is the name of the character by whom you are mesmerised. Although, having thought about it, I do believe the infamously excised anal sex scene is actually next so we can practise that in a little while. First I think though that Titania should worship Bottom's priapic member as Shakespeare originally intended."

"Sorry?" Claire asked confused.

"Suck my cock."

"Oh, right." Claire took a deep breath before pulling down Justin's grubby y-fronts to reveal a small ugly hairy erection sticking straight out from under his enormous pasty belly.

"And remember, my dear, being able to please Bottom is Titania's deepest desire. Now show me how you can improvise."

"OK. Right. Here goes," Claire said.

"Oh, Bottom, your, er, penis is so big and huge and lovely I must kiss it," she started woodenly, before giving his the end of his grubby cock a quick peck, leaving a red lipstick mark at its very tip.

"Oh," Justin groaned deeply. "Er, remember you're supposed to be doing this passionately as if it's your ultimate dream to give me, I mean, to give Bottom fabulous oral sex!"

Claire looked up at him although she could hardly see his face with his stomach in the way, before leaning forward once more to give him a tentative lick. She almost retched at the utterly foul taste.

Suppressing her lack of enthusiasm, she opened her mouth and sucked briefly on his knob. The taste was even worse but she forced herself to slide her lips down him and then up again a few times as if she sucking on the most delectable lollipop, reluctantly swallowing the build-up of rank saliva.

"Hmmm, that tastes delicious," she lied before closing her eyes and beginning to suck hard and bob energetically, keen to get the whole experience over and done with. Justin helped her by grabbing her by her pony tail and thrusting in rhythm to her rocking head.

At every down-thrust, so small was his penis, Claire found her face being pushed into his greasy greying pubes, the smell of which was indescribably unpleasant, although she did her best to appear enthusiastic.

"Oh, yes," Justin moaned in appreciation of her excellent and vigorous mouth action as she began to flick her tongue over his glans on every upstroke.

Justin shouted in appreciation before, without warning, ejaculating an unfeasibly large quantity of stinking jism into her tight hot mouth. He rocked back and forth for a while, spurting the final dribbles over her tongue before pulling out with a pop and leaving her with by far the biggest mouthful of semen she'd ever experienced. He fell back heavily into his armchair, leaving her on her knees in the centre of the room.

What Claire wanted more than anything in the world at that moment was a bucket to spit into, closely followed by a toothbrush. However there was nothing to be found around her and in any case, she asked herself, what would Titania do?

Looking up at Justin, she swallowed noisily. "Mmmm. That was so lovely. I just love the taste of your great big cock," she added trying her best to appear enthusiastic and in love.

"Wonderful, my dear. Quite, quite wonderful. So far you have been a very convincing Titania. The next part of the scene though is crucial. This is when Titania, still desperate for Bottom's love offers him her lovely bottom for his satisfaction. But first she touches herself lustfully for his enjoyment, before allowing him full use of her mouth once more and then her vagina in a variety of positions.

Still trying to avoid retching, Claire coughed before replying. "Wow! It's a really intense scene isn't it? And do you want me to do the whole lot as part of the audition?"

"Oh, yes. I feel it's important that you show me exactly of what you're capable as an actor. Why, I should let you know, some of those who have auditioned for this role would have baulked already. You have shown admirable enthusiasm to have got so far. But you should also know that others have already shown me the full gamut of their talents."

Claire tried to decipher what he'd said. She thought that he meant that she was doing really well but that she still hadn't got the part. She decided to make one final eager push to see if she had what it took to be a great actress.

"OK." She sat back down on the couch and cleared her throat. "Bottom, I hope you liked your blowjob. Why don't you watch me play with myself before I suck you hard again. Then you can fuck me however you want. I'll even take it up the arse for you," she added stiltedly before spreading her legs wide to expose her delicious cunt.

"Yes, very convincing," Justin growled as he watched her slide her long nimble fingers across her full generous breasts, tweaking her own nipples mischievously, before sliding her right hand down to her pussy.

Claire began to masturbate herself, taking care to keeps her legs wide, maintaining eye contact and making lots of satisfied moans and gurgles. Her nipples were nice and hard and her cunt lovely and moist. Gradually she forgot where she was and began to enjoy the warm pleasure caused by her own dexterous fingers.

"Mmmm. Oh yes. Ooh, Bottom, wouldn't you like to fuck me with your huge hard cock? Don't you want to try my nice tight arse? I'll clench it tight for you while you fuck me there. Oh yeah," she panted as she flushed in pleasure.

Justin was opening masturbating his diminutive penis now, slowly stiffening as he watched Claire's licentious performance. "Oh, fuck, yes. That's lovely, Claire, I mean Titania. Fuck, your cunt is beautiful."

Claire came with a cute squeak and, after her shudders had subsided, she slid down onto the floor again to continue the scene with more oral sex.

"Why don't you let me suck that, Bottom?" she suggested playfully before taking Justin's cock into her mouth once more. Pleased that he tasted slightly better this time but still mindful of his ripe reek and overhanging hirsute belly, Claire used every trick she knew to get him hard quickly again, feeling that Titania would do the same. She nibbled and licked, sucked and slurped, keen to show that she could throw herself into the role absolutely. She even took his enormous soiled hairy bollocks into her mouth one by one and sucked them, despite feeling more than a little nauseous.

In good time, her enthusiasm had its just reward and Justin was fully erect once more.

As soon as she thought he was ready, Claire stood up and straddled him, before sliding straight down onto him, his cock snugly lodged in her tight welcoming cunt. As she began to grind her hips back and forth, several points became apparent. First, Justin simply wasn't big enough to give her any real pleasure. She thought that this was probably a good thing and she hoped that, if she got the part, the actor with whom she would be working in reality wouldn't be too big or she might lose concentration.

Second, as his face was now only a few inches from her own, Justin wasn't going to be happy until he'd had a passionate tonguey kiss. She knew this pretty much immediately he tried to stick his tongue down her throat. She considered resisting but then reminded herself that she was in the role of Titania and Titania would have been more than happy to kiss her beloved Bottom.

She did her best to hide her queasiness as Justin's sluggish fat tongue snaked around her teeth and his foetid breath invaded her mouth and concentrated on thrusting her hips faster to try and bring him to climax quickly once more.

Justin was holding her delectable arse in his hands and he even managed to wiggle one of thick stumpy fingers into her tight arsehole, causing her to squeak in shock.

She finally managed to pull her face away from him and leant back allowing him access to her big bouncing breasts instead, which he immediately began to suck intensely.

Claire rode him for what seemed an age, before remembering that they were supposed to try out different positions.

"Oh Bottom, my love. Do you fancy having a go on me doggy-style next, prithee?" she offered in her best Shakespearean tone.

"Oh, fuck yes," Justin replied with a huge smirk on his face.

Claire pushed herself off him and then, after taking a moment to recover, got onto her hands and knees on the couch, showing off her lovely bottom and plump wet pussy. "Go on then, Bottom. Stick your cock up me," she suggested, looking over her shoulder at him through long eyelashes.

Justin stood up behind her and slid in first go, fucking her powerfully with his belly slapping her gorgeous arse with every stroke.

"Oh, yes, Bottom," Claire encouraged. "Go on, fuck me, do it to me hard! Use me for your pleasure, my love!"

Justin continued to shag her from behind while fingering her tiny rosebud arsehole as Claire pushed her hips back in time with him, once more keen to satisfy him quickly.

"Oh, fuck, yes, Bottom. Shag me hard. Do you want to do it up my bum? Go on, it's really tight and hot," Claire urged eliciting another growl of lust from Justin.

He pulled out and positioned his cock at her pretty bumhole. Claire reached back around herself and parted her arsecheeks wide to allow smooth entry.

"Oh, yes," Justin shouted as he pushed himself all the way up her butt in one go, his passage eased by Claire's slick pussy juices.

Despite wanting him to do exactly that, Claire was still startled at his entry. "Oooooh! Oh, fuck! Ugh. Ugh. Ugh," she grunted as he shagged her up her delicious silky arse. As promised, she pushed back against him and clenched her anus to give him the tightest, hottest and wettest most possible fuck.

This was too much for Justin who, with an incomprehensible bellow, climaxed noisily up her back passage once more filling her with copious quantities of thick stinking spunk, before collapsing heavily on top of her in a stupor.

Claire, trapped under his heavy bulk tried to wiggle her way out but his cock was still lodged tightly in her bottom. She eventually managed to rouse him enough for him to pull himself out of and off her and stagger into the armchair.

Claire stood up, gingerly tensing her poor sore bum. She got back into character.

"Oh, Bottom. I hope you enjoyed my pussy and arse. Is there anything else I can do for you, my love?"

Justin took a few moments to compose himself. "Erm, no, really that's wonderful." He paused while he looked around vainly for a tissue. "Actually, you can probably help me by cleaning me up with that pretty mouth of yours," he suggested.

Claire, looked down at his shrivelled spunky dick which had only just been up her butt and sighed before kneeling down in front of him to lick him clean, trying to ignore the taste of fresh bum.

Once she had finished, she got back up and began to get dressed.

"So, how did I do?" she asked, anxious to have landed the part.

Justin considered. "Yes, very well, considering that you've never acted before. However, I'm just not sure..." he tailed off in contemplation.

Claire agitatedly said, "Oh, what is it?"

"Well," Justin replied, "I have several more experienced actresses who really want this part. I just feel that you didn't quite get across Titania's unconditional love and adoration for Bottom. There were a few moments when you were servicing Bottom with your perfect pretty pouting mouth that I just felt that maybe you weren't really enjoying what you were doing. It was almost as if you wished you were somewhere else."

"Oh, no, I promise I really want this part so much. Please let me have another go and show you how much I really want to suck your dick," Claire begged.

"Hmmm, even if wanted I'm not entirely sure I shall be able, my dear," Justin apologised, gesturing down to his thoroughly satisfied dick.

Claire bit her lip delightfully as she thought. "Oh, I know! How about I come back tomorrow and we go through the whole scene again. I promise you'll be amazed at how well I'll perform. Please!"

Justin shook his head while he thought. "Oh, I suppose that would be OK. I really shouldn't but for some reason I can't help allowing you to wrap me around your little finger, my dear! Come around at 11. My wife is going out for a hairdressing appointment. Oh and you might want to consider sporting some red underwear. I believe Bottom is most partial to it."

That night, Claire decided not to tell Danny about the audition, reasoning that, if she didn't get the part, there really was no point in worrying him about nude scenes and the like.

She was back at Justin's house the next day in a blue and white summer dress, blue heels and a red bra and knickers as promised.

Claire was half undressed by the time she got to Justin's couch so keen was she to show how well she could act. She even initiated an open-mouthed snog with him to start things off, trying to picture Danny in her mind rather than an old hideous obese slob with poor hygiene standards.

Matters progressed much as the previous day, starting with an energetic blowjob. Claire made a real effort with him trying out various tactics to see what pleased him the most, including some brave but much appreciated anal reaming with her long pink tongue. She also made sure she brought him back from the brink of orgasm several times, reasoning that Titania would want to give as much pleasure as possible to Bottom. She also gave him a nice slow tit-wank before sucking him so hard that he exploded uncontrollably in her mouth, filling it to the brim with his offensive spunk. She swallowed as much as she could and she made sure that she licked up any that escaped, even off her own big fat tits.

After she had played with herself for his amusement using one of his wife's vibrators, Claire sucked Justin hard again before riding him again in a variety of positions, once more allowing him to finish off in her snug moist bumhole.

She licked him clean, making sure that she showed nothing but devotion and enjoyment on her face as she lapped his filthy jism off his cock. She knew she had done a much better job and she just felt grateful that he'd given her another chance.

"Well, my dear. That really was astounding. An astonishing performance. I have to say I would like to work with you further. Indeed I have a proposition for you."

Claire clapped her hands girlishly. "Yes!" she exclaimed excitedly.

"You were the final female role I needed to cast but I still need to find my Bottom. I was wondering if you'd like to help me audition the shortlist." Justin suggested.

"Oh, yes. I'd love to. What do I need to do?" Claire asked.

"I just need you to go through the scene we've practised today with the potential players."

"So I just need to give them head, play with myself, suck them hard again before shagging them and finishing them off with my bum?" Claire posed.

"Er, yes. I suppose so."

"OK! I can do all of that and it will be great practise for the play," she said happily.

"And, um, maybe you could get here early so we can rehearse it before we get to the audition. Just to make sure you've got it absolutely right."

"Oh, thanks so much, Justin. I really am lucky to have found such an understanding director. I really appreciate you giving me a chance," she said gratefully giving him a kiss and allowing him to grope her arse.

The audition the next day went to plan. She got there an hour early to go through the whole scene with Justin before the first potential Bottom turned up.

Justin had explained that in the actual scene Bottom would be wearing an ass mask, so his facial expression wouldn't matter too much. Despite having read the play several times, she didn't really understand why Bottom's head needed to look like an actual bottom but didn't really suppose it mattered.

However she was still startled when the most hideous man she had ever seen turned up for the part. She had never seen anyone with such a misshapen face and contorted body. He obviously already knew Justin and, having had a good look at Claire, he thanked him effusively for the opportunity of the audition which Claire thought was sweet.

He was so ugly that she felt a little sorry for him so was extra nice to him during the audition, making a real effort to lovingly suck his revolting penis, tenderly kiss his repulsive features and adoringly fuck him with both her delicious hot pussy and her tremendous tight arse to a magnificent climax. He seemed exceptionally grateful for all of her help during the scene.

She was definitely getting better at acting.

Justin obviously wasn't sure about him because he set up several more auditions over the next few days, each with a different man, all of whom knew him but also seemed to be remarkably unattractive.

With Justin allowing her to practise with him every day as well, Claire did her best to really throw herself into role enthusiastically and was certain that no-one could tell that she wasn't utterly in love with her fellow actors when she performed with them.

After each audition, the potential Bottom would spend some time with Justin in private although she noticed more than once that they were giving Justin money. Justin explained that, in certain circumstances with much sought-after roles, candidates would pay the director a fee to audition. Justin explained that he had waived the fee in her case because she was a novice at which Claire gave him a huge hug which led to a snog and then to an impromptu blowjob in gratitude, under cover of further rehearsal.

Although Justin didn't seem to be able to find the right actor to play Bottom, overall Claire was excited and pleased at how her acting career was progressing which made it even more upsetting when disaster struck.

She turned up for a rehearsal with Justin one day when he broke the news to her.

"I'm afraid my adaptation of the play has been rejected by those Philistines at the Southbury Theatre," he said dejectedly. "We can do a traditional version of A Midsummer Night's Dream or none at all."

Claire came and sat down, putting an arm around his considerable shoulders in sympathy.

"Oh, it's OK, Justin. Don't be so upset. We'll just have to go ahead with the play in the conventional adaptation."

Justin buried his face into her bosom. "You don't understand, Claire. I'm also being forced to give the role of Titania to that horrible old hag, Beatrice Bassington-Black. She's the chair of the board of trustees. I'm so sorry but I have no part for you," he added as he blubbed into her cleavage.




Claire's Career Ch. 03: The Actress



Claire held Justin's head to her breasts, wallowing in disappointment. "Oh, shit", she exclaimed, highly upset that her big chance was disappearing.

She stroked Justin's greasy head as he nuzzled between her snug boobs.

"Isn't there anything we can do, Justin?" she asked despairingly.

He looked up into Claire's lucid green eyes. "Well, I have been working on a new script for a modern version of The Taming of the Shrew. It's called The Really Slutty Slut and it's set in the sordid and fascinating world of the pornographic film industry. The heroines are two up-and-coming porn star sisters, Bianca, a sweet hard-working big-titted peachy-arsed long-legged green-eyed redhead who's willing to do anything to anyone in any way, and Katie, a tempestuous blonde prima donna who's overly fussy about who puts what inside her; it's all about how the two of them are wooed by various competing male porn actors. It's rather explicit so it might not be one for Southbury but, in recognition of the fact that I see such potential in you, I want you to play the role of Katie."

Claire clapped her hands girlishly. "Oh, Justin, thank you so much. I'm so excited," she said kissing him on his thick lips in gratitude and allowing him to squeeze her breasts in return.

Justin continued. "And, even better, I'm willing to continue our private lessons at no charge. We can practise scenes from the new play repeatedly when my wife is out. I'll even bring in some other actors with whom you can rehearse if I can find any willing to give it a go. Perhaps we could even film some of the scenes, just to give you some useful feedback and learning material.

Claire hugged Justin. "Oh, Justin, how ever can I think you? You're so kind to me!"

"There's no need. What I do, I do for my art. Why don't we try one of the earlier scenes out right away. Now, as I recall, Bianca is trying to persuade a casting agent to give her the lead in Gobjob Frenzy 3 and spends er..." he paused to check his watch before continuing, "...a good thirty-five minutes using her mouth and breasts to land the role."

Claire closed her eyes briefly to get into the character of licentious amoral whore. "OK. I'm ready. But before we start, I just want to let you know that I really am so grateful for all of your help."

"That's all right, my dear. And remember," he said as he loosened his trousers to release his already erect penis, "in the unpredictable and capricious world of acting, you must never give up hope."

Claire's eyes shined at this uplifting thought. "I won't," she said as he pushed her head down into his lap, "I won't!"



Claire's Career Ch. 04: The Shop Assistant



Part 4: The Shop Assistant

Claire swayed precariously at the top of the step ladder as she stacked a handful of Agatha Christie books on the highest shelf in the store.

"It's OK, Claire," Mr. Sharma said from below her as held the ladder, "I've got it."

Claire smiled down at him. "Thanks, Mr. Sharma." He was so sweet. This was her first day in the RSPHNFFP charity shop and Mr. Sharma had looked after her really well.

Her only minor concern was that she was certain that, if he were to look, Mr. Sharma would be able to see the tops of her green hold-up stockings and her perfectly shaped milky smooth bottom as well as the bulge of her beautifully presented pussy through her miniscule matching thong, all under a petite white micro skirt.

Luckily, Claire thought, Mr. Sharma was an old man, well past the age when a young woman, even one as gloriously attractive and fat-breasted as herself, would hold any sort of interest for him.

She bent down to pick up the last of the books and paused in concern at the unusual growl emanating from Mr. Sharma.

"Oh, are you OK, Mr. Sharma?" she asked.

He swallowed and nodded. Claire considered whether he had been distracted by her considerable cleavage as she leant over him but dismissed the thought before putting the books onto the shelf.

"Right," she said breezily. "That's done. What's next?" she said as she took the hand Mr. Sharma gallantly offered to help her down.

Claire had decided to volunteer for the Royal Society for the Prevention of Hurt and Nastiness to Fluffy and Furry Pets in their charity shop after her training as an actress had come to a premature end.

She had been training under the talented yet obese director of the Southbury Players, Justin Maltravers-Fosteringhall, comprehensively rehearsing the part of a fledgling porn star in Justin's new play.

Justin had kindly played the male parts whilst practising allowing her throw herself into practising the long involved sex scenes in particular.

Unfortunately she had been licking clean Justin's filthy erection after he had just vigorously arse-fucked her, when he'd had a heart attack. She had called an ambulance but the still-conscious Justin had exhorted her to leave before it arrived and Claire had reluctantly assented.

Between gasps of breath, Justin had explained that he didn't want his wife to find out he'd gone into cardiac arrest while his dirty cock was in the hot sticky mouth of a beautiful young woman, even if all they were actually doing was rehearsing a scene. Claire had been a little worried but she'd had to admit that it wouldn't have been easy to explain to Danny, her boyfriend, either.

She had tentatively texted Justin a few worried days later and he had confirmed that he was all right but that he'd had to have triple bypass operation and so their mutual dream of a blockbusting West End sex-industry themed theatre production would have to be put on ice indefinitely.

Cursing her luck, Claire had kicked her heels for a couple of weeks while she had thought about her next move. In rapid succession she had lost her careers as receptionist, saleswoman, teaching assistant and actress and she was feeling more than a little disheartened.

She wanted a job that was within her capabilities and allowed her to meet people but also one of which Danny would approve. He was always expressing his unfounded and overprotective concern that she was easily exploited and a touch naïve which was of course complete nonsense but as the love of her life he had to be humoured.

When she had seen a 'Help Wanted' sign in the shabby window of the RSPHNFFP shop, she had just known that this was her calling. The shop itself was very old-fashioned and dim but what worthier cause was there than the protection of cute fluffy animals?

Danny had also agreed that working in a charity shop where the average age of the other volunteers was in the sixties would not only be safe but also worthy and straightforward.

She had been perfunctorily interviewed by a sweet old lady, Elsie, and told to come in the next day where she would be running the shop with the help of an experienced colleague.

And that was how she had found herself up a ladder helping a tiny wrinkled old Indian man put excess crime thrillers onto the top shelf of the book section.

Claire had decided that the usual uniform of the charity shop wasn't for her. She was an attractive young woman with long auburn hair, green eyes, freckled pale skin and a tall full-busted leggy figure that made her boyfriend and, indeed, many other men drool with desire. She felt that a muted cardigan or a fusty old dress just wouldn't suit her so, in addition to her aforementioned white mini-skirt and green underwear, she had worn white platform-heeled boots and a tight stretchy green-and-white-checked v-necked top that made extraordinary geometric patterns over her enormous yet firm boobs.

Danny had said that her outfit would be too much for a charity shop but when she'd come in Mr. Sharma had been very complimentary about her appearance.

They'd spent the morning unhurriedly putting the previous day's donations onto shelves whilst Mr. Sharma explained the various workings of the shop.

When Claire commented on the fact they'd not had any customers, he explained that they were generally very quiet during the week apart from around lunchtime when maybe one or two customers would come in.

"But the important thing is that we are doing our best for both fluffy and furry pets," Mr. Sharma said solemnly at which Claire smiled warmly. What a lovely old man, she thought.

They chatted inconsequentially as they continued to process contributions, Claire confessing her frustration that she hadn't been able to hold down a job and how much more fulfilling doing charity work felt.

Mr. Sharma explained that he himself had volunteered as a consequence of following the ancient creed of Effulgent Zoroastrianism. "The central tenets of my religion involve generating the greatest net benefit to both humanity and the universe as a whole; in short, I must live my life maximising the pleasure of others (both animal and human) and minimising their pain."

Although Claire didn't fully understand some of the more abstruse elements of Mr. Sharma's philosophical position, she had to agree that, generally, it sounded like a good thing. Mr. Sharma himself came across as very thoughtful and gallant, supervising Claire's work intimately and always willing to offer his hand to her as she climbed up and down the steps.

By the afternoon, the skies had turned ominously dismal and so Claire was unsurprised when it started to rain heavily.

"Oh dear," Claire sighed. "It looks as if we're not going to have many more customers today."

"Let us take this opportunity to sort through the vases and curios. They really are enormously disordered and dusty," Mr. Sharma suggested in his cultured sub-continental accent.

The ornaments were on some rickety old shelves right at the back of the shop wedged into a space between the kitchen implements and ball gowns.

Once again, Claire climbed up the stepladder which unfortunately couldn't be brought as close to the fixture as she'd have liked because of the narrowness of the gap. Instead she reached out her impractically-shod right foot onto one of the lower shelves so that her legs were splayed across the aisle, one on the shelf, the other on the ladder.

Ms. Sharma stood on a low stool in front of her as she slowly passed down various pieces of bric-a-brac to him. She was even more acutely aware that, in this awkward and exposed position with her legs stretched wide apart, he couldn't have helped have noticed her pink pussy lips which were bulging plumply around the narrow gusset of her g-string, only inches from his face.

Suddenly, as Claire picked up two delicate porcelain vases, the now-empty top shelf, which quite possibly until now hadn't been touched in years, collapsed noisily, luckily falling outwards without taking down the ornaments below it.

As Claire shouted out in concern for Mr. Sharma below her, Mr. Sharma himself reached out around Claire to grab her bottom in an effort to stop her from falling, accidentally pulling her crotch towards him so that her gusset pulled to one side and her juicy pussy rubbed wetly over his face.

"Oh! Mr. Sharma!" Claire exclaimed in surprise, her cunt lips now fully exposed to his gaze.

When the dust had settled, Claire was still precariously balanced between the ladder and the shelf, holding a fragile vase in each hand with nowhere to put them. Mr. Sharma was standing on a stool, his hands tightly squeezing Claire's delicious bum and his nose buried in Claire's exposed damp pussy.

"Mr. Sharma, please will you take these vases. You can let go now. I won't fall. I just can't get down holding these," she said, desperately embarrassed at the situation. "Mr Sharma?" Claire added in concern at his lack of response.

After a pause, Mr Sharma finally replied. "Claire you leave me in a very difficult position. You know my religion insists that I must take all opportunity to maximise the pleasure of others. I am now in a situation where I would quite easily be able to give an inordinate amount of pleasure to you. If I take the vases from you then you will be able to descend the ladder and the prospect will pass. I feel that I have no choice but to..."

Claire gasped as Mr. Sharma deliberately licked her pussy up and then down.

"Oooh! Mr. Sharma!" she squeaked in shock. But then he began to gently flick her rapidly stiffening clit with his tongue in a purposeful and exquisite manner causing her to gasp in sudden pleasure. "Oh, Mr. Sharma," she groaned as he brought his right hand around to slowly insert his middle finger into her tight hot pussy.

For the next ten minutes, Mr. Sharma licked Claire's pussy as it had never been licked before. His technique varied from the subtle to the vigorous but his tongue, lips and fingers seemed to touch her in exactly the right way with exactly the right force at exactly the right time, exciting her more and more with every nibble, slurp and twitch.

At first she worried about being caught by a customer but very quickly she reasoned that they couldn't be seen from outside, that it was unlikely that there would be any customers anyway and that, in any case, the bell on the door would alert them if anyone did come in.

Instead, rather wickedly, she did her utmost to bring herself to orgasm under Mr. Sharma's expert ministrations although he seemed to be purposefully bringing her to the brink of climax before taking her back down again repeatedly until she was desperate for release.

When she finally came, after a good twenty minutes of intense pussy licking, her orgasm was explosive and prolonged.

"Oh, fuck yes, Mr. Sharma!" she screamed in pleasure as she ground her pussy into his upturned face, dropping both of her carefully protected vases.

Mr. Sharma casually reached out to catch them, one in each hand, and place them carefully on a lower shelf before stepping down off the stool.

Claire stepped over and hugged the step-ladder until she'd stopped shuddering blissfully.

"Oh, wow, Mr. Sharma. That was amazing!" she said eventually in wonder. "Where did you learn to do that?" Before he could answer though, a wave of guilt hit her. "Oh, no! That was really naughty, Mr. Sharma. You shouldn't have!"

Mr. Sharma inclined his head to her serenely. "Claire, I realise that I have taken an intimate liberty with your most excellent body but I once you had so kindly presented me with your exquisite and bare vagina, I felt compelled to provide you with the most intense pleasure that I was able to impart. To do anything else would be against my religion."

"Oh, well. I suppose that's different. It's my own fault really for wearing such a short skirt," Claire conceded gratefully, trying to put the whole matter behind her.

"No, I have to say it is really most pleasant to be able to look at such an attractive young woman," he answered gracefully.

Claire blushed at his compliment. She came down off the ladder and knelt down to pick the fallen shelf up.

As she did son, she looked up and was shaken to see an unmistakable bulge in Mr. Sharma's trousers.

"Mr. Sharma!" she exclaimed in horror. "You've got a..., you know!"

Mr. Sharma looked down. "Goodness me. So I have. Well this really is a surprise. That hasn't happened in a good six years."

"Really?" Despite the embarrassment of the situation, Claire was intrigued and slightly proud that she had been able give Mr. Sharma his first erection for six years without even touching him.

"Yes. Mrs. Sharma and I are too old for such exertions. Or so I had thought," he said, shaking his head. "Oh dear this really is very awkward. I'm afraid the sight, the feel, the taste of your gorgeous vagina and wonderful peach-like bottom has stirred me deeply. I just don't know what to do."

In spite of her discomfiture, Claire couldn't tear her eyes away from his crotch whilst she knelt at his feet.

"Um, well do you want to go and relieve yourself in the lavatory?" she suggested tentatively.

He shook his head dolefully. "I'm afraid that the doctrine too which I subscribe, despite advocating the increase in net happiness for others, is somewhat ascetic as far as personal lust and gluttony goes. I cannot commit onanistic acts."

Looking at Claire's puzzled expression, he clarified, "I can't pleasure myself; it's against my religion." Claire finally nodded her understanding. He continued despondently, "What a shame. The first time I achieve tumescence in years and not only is Mrs. Sharma not on hand, as it were, to help me out but it is also most uncomfortably long-lasting with no sign of abating. Whatever can I do?"

Claire looked up at him sympathetically. The poor man. She had until this point been feeling guilty that she'd let a man other than her boyfriend lick her pussy to a turbulent orgasm but now she was feeling guilty that she'd left him so obviously in discomfort.

She had an idea.

"Um, well, I suppose, maybe, well perhaps, I could help you out a bit," she said tentatively.

"Really? Whatever can you mean?" Mr. Sharma said with perhaps just a hint of eagerness in his voice.

Claire was blushing again as she explained. "Well, perhaps, I could just help you out instead of Mrs. Sharma?"

Mr. Sharma paused to consider.

"Only if that doesn't violate your religion. Of course we wouldn't tell anyone," she added hurriedly, worried that she'd offended him.

"Well, I suppose that karma would then be satisfied. OK then. Just this once. But as you say it would have to be our secret," he kindly conceded.

Claire smiled in relief and dropped the shelf before reaching out to unzip his trousers. "Oh, thanks. Mr. Sharma. I'm so pleased I can do this for you," she said in anticipation.

Mr. Sharma's cock wasn't large but it was a lot nicer than some of the penises with which she had recently become acquainted. Although it was extremely wrinkled and brown, it was clean and smelt faintly of cinnamon.

Slowly at first and then more confidently she began to wank him with her right hand, whilst tenderly squeezing his balls with the other.

"Aaah, Claire. That really is most satisfactory. Thank you," he sighed in pleasure as she worked her hand up and down his stubby erection, pulling his deep brown foreskin back and forth to reveal his pink glans.

Considering it had been such a long time since Mr. Sharma had been aroused, Claire felt that he was taking a long time to bring to climax, even though she eventually allowed him to squeeze her great big tits and pinch her stiff red nipples through her top.

Eventually after switching hands twice, he warned her that he was getting close. "Ah, Claire. I can feel myself reaching an imminent culmination."

Claire looked around fruitlessly for something into which he could come.

He continued. "Claire, I have something to tell you."

"Yes, Mr. Sharma," she said distractedly, keen for him not to come on her face, hair or clothes.

"I should have mentioned this earlier but it slipped my mind. Another sacred tenet of my religion is that I must not spill my seed outside of a woman's body."

Claire stopped dead. "Do you mean...?" she began.

"Yes. I need to come inside you. Please, Claire."

Claire was slightly annoyed that he hadn't mentioned it before but she shrugged her shoulders. She wasn't a religious person herself but she understood how important religions were to their subscribers. She decided on the easiest way to fulfil Mr. Sharma's needs.

Opening her mouth wide, she plunged it immediately down on his cock and slid her lips all the way down to his neat pubes. She thrashed her tongue around him as she slowly slipped back up, ending with a hearty suck on the end of his cock. He tasted inoffensively and mildly spicy.

This seemed to finally shake Mr. Sharma's equanimity as he grabbed her by her long red hair and began to vigorously fuck her mouth while swearing in a foreign language. After a few minutes of making forceful love to Claire's pretty pursed mouth, he finally shouted, "Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" before squirting repeatedly over her tongue and down her throat.

Once he'd finished shuddering and shaking, Claire pulled her mouth slowly off him, making sure she had captured every drop of his jism before swallowing it all smoothly.

She knelt back and pulled his foreskin back and forth a couple of times to squeeze out any that was left and was rewarded with one final fat drop of cum which she lapped up immediately.

"Was that OK, Mr. Sharma?" she finally asked.

"Yes, Claire. That really was most excellent," he replied warmly before adjusting his trousers and helping her to her feet. "Come, let's forget about what has happened and get this troublesome shelf back up."

For the rest of the afternoon they re-erected the shelf and dusted and rearranged the vases and ornaments. One potential customer, a greasy blond boy in his late teens, came in briefly just before closing time but he didn't buy anything: he just had a good gawp at Claire before blushing and leaving hurriedly.

Mr. Sharma looked after him perplexedly. "Oh, that's a shame. That was Peter. He is a regular customer of our books section. He usually goes away with an armful of novels but not today I suppose."

As they closed the store, Claire bent down to pick up a jacket that had fallen from a rack. Without really thinking she bent at the waist, once more exposing her stunning arse to Mr. Sharma.

"Oh, Claire!" he exclaimed. "You have done it again."

Claire turned to find another bulge in Mr. Sharma's trousers.

She looked up at his apologetic old face, sighed, checked they couldn't be seen from outside and knelt down in front of him.

This time she lifted her top and undid her bra before beginning to suck him forcefully right from the off. Gratefully, Mr. Sharma fondled her massive boobs and stiff high reddish-brown nipples while Claire bobbed her head pneumatically on his stiff dark dick, frenetically flicking her tongue over his knob as she sucked and slurped.

After a while Claire's neck began to hurt so she paused her oral ministrations while continuing to toss him hurriedly.

"Claire, I have had a thought," Mr. Sharma said.

Claire looked up at him wondering what he was going to say now.

"It would seem that I have been thoughtless in allowing you to fellate me so wonderfully. Why, if, as seems inevitable, I copiously flood your pretty mouth with my seed once more then I will be guilty of perpetrating an action that would result in a cosmic imbalance," he said, while rolling her nipples casually between his thumb and forefingers.

"What do you mean?" Claire asked, dumbfounded. Was he really suggesting that he didn't want to come in her mouth? No man had ever refused the chance to come in her mouth.




Claire's Career Ch. 04: The Shop Assistant



"What I mean is that you cannot bring me orgasm without me doing the same for you. As we did this morning."

"Oh, so you want to lick my pussy?" Claire asked, still a little confused.

"I have an even more efficacious suggestion. Why don't I lie back and you mount me? That way we could bring each other to a mutual orgasm thus fulfilling the needs of karma."

"Erm. Well. OK. If that's what your religion insists," Claire replied bemusedly.

As Mr. Sharma pulled down his trousers and lay back on an impromptu bed of coats, Claire pulled her thong down over her legs, gave her pussy a quick rub to make sure it was wet and then sat down on top of him, impaling herself on his cock.

"Hmmm," she sighed in pleasure as Mr. Sharma began to lick her nipples expertly. Although he wasn't particularly well-endowed, he more than made up for it with his mouth.

"Oh, that's really nice, Mr. Sharma," she moaned as she began to grind back and forth, rubbing her clit on his wiry grey pubes as she rode him.

After a while Claire lost herself in bliss, unable to focus on anything more than the sensations flooding through her from her amazingly sensitive nipples and her hard aching clit.

For the second time that day, she came with brutal intensity, almost passing out in ecstasy. After she had caught her breath, she leaned forward and gave Mr. Sharma a deep tonguey kiss while he cupped and groped her flawless arse.

"Hmmm, thanks so much, Mr. Sharma. Would you like me to restore the cosmic balance now using my mouth?" she asked eventually.

"That would be most acceptable, Claire," he agreed.

Claire enthusiastically licked and lapped Mr. Sharma's cock clean of her own juices before bobbing her head up and down him once more.

He came quickly, once more squirting his fragrant sperm over her tongue and down her throat until he was spent.

Claire made sure he was completely clean with her skilful tongue before helping him up and getting dressed.

As they locked up, Mr. Sharma thanked Claire for her day's work. "You really have been a wonderful companion today, Claire. I must thank you for your dedication to the cause and your sensitivity to my religious needs."

"Oh, that's OK, Mr. Sharma. I can't say that it wasn't fun."

"Good. Well, Claire, I'll see you in a couple of days. I have my day off tomorrow. Good night."

"Good night, Mr. Sharma."

That evening, when her boyfriend asked her how her day a the charity shop had been, she told him that it had been quiet but decided not to mention her pseudo-sexual encounters with Mr. Sharma. Even though all she had been doing was allowing him to practise his religion via the medium of her mouth and pussy, she realised that Danny might not quite understand the subtleties of why she had had both oral and fully penetrative sex with a man virtually old enough to be her grandfather.

The next day, to make sure she didn't keep accidentally exposing her cunt and bum, Claire decided to wear a red dress which came all the way down to the middle of her thigh along with black hold-ups and black stiletto-heeled knee-high boots.

She was working with the absent-minded Elsie who was an elderly lady with white permed hair and an equally permanent smile. The day went well with Claire getting a lot done without the distraction of having to service Mr. Sharma's erections or, indeed, the distraction of any customers.

Elsie had to leave a couple of hours before closing time to take her poodle to the vets and solemnly gave Claire responsibility for cashing up the till, setting the alarm and locking up. Claire was determined to do a professional and thorough job.

She was just sweeping the floor in the stock room when she heard the bell ring. A customer! she thought, excitedly. She rushed out to find the same spotty teenager who had popped in the day before.

She smiled reassuringly at him but her immediately blushed like a tomato and turned to leave.

"Oh, don't go," she said. "Please, it's Peter isn't it?"

He nodded and gave a grunt but stepped back into the shop. He was remarkably ugly, remarkably pale and remarkably skinny.

Claire decided to entice him with her wares. "You like books don't you? We've got lots of new ones," she said pointing at the bookshelves.

Peter eyed her suspiciously but walked in awkward crabbed way to the shelves to have a look at what was on offer.

Claire waited for a while but Peter was taking his time browsing the novels so she went back to sweeping the back room.

She came out a few minutes later but there was no sign of Peter at all apart from a pile of four books on the sales counter. She looked around the shop but she couldn't see him.

Oh well, she thought to herself. He must have slipped out and I can't have heard the bell. Maybe he'll be back for the books.

She swept the floor in the shop itself for a few minutes, occasionally looking up because of the eerie feeling that she was being watched. Suddenly there was a crash at the back of the shop followed by a loud thud and a groan.

"Who's there?" she said, eyes wide with fright. The only reply was another groan.

Holding the broom out in front of her, she tentatively crept to the ornaments section only to find Peter lying on the floor with the problematic former top shelf lying on his chest and half a dozen miraculously unbroken snow-globes strewn across him.

"Oh, no! Are you OK, Peter," she said in concern, dropping the broom to kneel down next to him.

She pulled the shelf of him and divested him of associated knick-knacks before cradling his head which he had been rubbing. She pulled him close to her magnificent chest as she soothed him. "Oh, Peter. I'm sorry. I put that shelf back up myself yesterday. I'm really so sorry. Are you OK?"

Peter made some snuffling moaning noises and pushed his head firmly between her vast tits while she stroked his head tenderly.

"I'm OK," he eventually managed to mumble out of her bosom. "It still hurts a lot but it does feel a lot better when you hug me,"

"Aw, you poor dear," Claire cooed pulling him even closer and even letting him reach up to fondle her boobs a little.

They sat like this for a few minutes until Claire noticed an odd aroma.

"What's that stink?" she said in a perplexed tone. "It smells just like unwashed..." She froze in revulsion as she looked down Peter's body to find that his ugly pink erection was poking out of unzipped flies.

"Oh my god," she swore. "Why is your cock sticking out of your trousers?" she asked relatively calmly considering the circumstances.

Peter sat up. "What? Is it? I didn't realise."

"What do you mean you didn't realise?" Claire said pushing his hands off her breasts where they had been playing with her nipples. "What were you doing here anyway?" she enquired suspiciously.

"Well, er, I found a few books which I left on the counter and I was just looking for a, um, snow-globe for my, er, grandmother," he answered feebly.

"Really, oh, that's really sweet." Claire said. "But hang on, why are your flies undone?"

"Erm, oh, that must have happened when the shelf fell on me. I fell down and I must have caught my flies on those um, dresses, or perhaps that blender or something. How else could it have happened? I don't know, it all took place so quickly. I was just minding my own business, looking for a snow globe when this shelf landed on my head," he finished confidently.

Claire felt guilty for her doubts. "Oh, yes. Oh, I'm so sorry. I really thought I put it up properly. But Peter, just one more question. How come your cock is so hard?"

"Oh well that's easy. It's because you pulled my head between your boobs."

"Oh, I see. Well, I'm so sorry. I didn't know it would have that kind of effect," she said although in retrospect she wasn't really surprised. Men did seem to regularly get stiffies around her particularly when she allowed them touch her breasts.

"Oh, no really, that's fine. To be honest it does help the pain. Ow," he groaned dramatically.

Claire felt mortified. This poor boy was in agony because she hadn't put the shelf properly the day before. She had a sudden worrying thought. What if he complained? What if he sued? She would surely lose her job.

She pulled him close to her boobs again. "There, there. Does that help?"

"Mmm-mmm," came the reply somewhere from deep into her cleavage.

She decided to hold him close until the pain subsided. It was after all the least she could do. Maybe he would take pity on her. While she waited, she looked down at his cock once more. It was stubby but fat, grey-pink with unpleasant light hairs sprouting from it. It smelt disgusting too even from where she sat.

She tensed as Peter moved his hands up once more to squeeze her boobs but she let him. However, when he began to suck her left nipple through her dress and bra, she drew the line.

"Oh, Peter! Stop that! It's rude."

He stopped his licking and sucking temporarily. "Please. It helps distract me from my head. Ohhhh," he groaned in pain.

Claire thought for a bit. It made sense that Peter as an eighteen or nineteen year old man would be interested in her body so it wasn't surprising that using it as a distraction made the pain better. What harm could it do to let him have a little suck?

"Oh, dear! OK, go on then. But can I at least get them out for you.? You're going to ruin my dress otherwise," she replied.

Peter looked up in astonishment. His voice was broken as he finally said, "Oh. OK."

Claire stood up and unzipped her dress, letting it drop to the floor, revealing her divine pale long-limbed full-breasted yet slender figure.

"Fuck me," Peter said.

"Are you OK?" Claire asked once more.

"Oh, yes. It's just my head still really hurts," he replied. "I just need something to distract me and take the pain away.

"Oh, hang on. Let me get this off and I'll hug you again," she said taking off her bra and letting her massive creamy freckled breasts surge out. Peter groaned in wonder.

She knelt down next to him and allowed him to suck on her left nipple this time whilst fondling her right boob. His technique was amateurish compared to Mr. Sharma's sublime skill.

"By the way, I haven't introduced myself; I'm Claire," she said. "I really hope we can keep this just between us, Peter. I really don't want to get in trouble about the shelf falling."

Peter hummed a reply but didn't take his mouth from her nipple, although he did let his free hand drop to squeeze her matchless butt.

After a while, Claire asked, "Does your head feel better yet?"

En route to sucking her other nipple, Peter replied, "Er, not yet. I think I need even more distracting. In fact it's getting even worse. Ouch."

Claire sighed patiently and glanced down at his erection again. "Well at least can you put your cock away. It's really quite rude having it poking out like that."

Peter shook his head, generating another chorus of moans. "I don't think it would fit back in." He went back to sucking her tits.

After another minute he sat up. "It's no use, Claire. The pain's getting worse. I can only think of one other thing that might distract me enough. I think if you were to give me lots of pleasure it might counteract the agony."

Claire was struck by the similarity of Peter's idea to Mr. Sharma's philosophy.

"What do you mean?" she asked warily.

"Perhaps, if you were to give my cock just a little kiss..."

Claire refused point blank. "No! That would be very wrong. I couldn't possibly. I've got a boyfriend."

Peter immediately held his head and began to whimper in anguish to Claire's instant concern.

"Oh, hang on wait a minute. I'll give it a kiss."

With a triumphant groan, Peter jumped up to stand in front of her so that his grubby dick was inches from her moist red parted lips.

Claire took a breath, lent forward and gave it a quick peck. Peter made a deep visceral sound. "Please do it again. For longer. It's definitely working."

Claire grunted in annoyance but this time kissed it wetly for a few seconds, doing her best to ignore his foul reek.

"Oh, yes, Claire. It really works. But as soon as you stop it starts hurting again. Maybe if you just were to open your mouth a bit..." Peter pushed his erection forward whilst holding her head.

Claire wrinkled her nose in disgust as his cock slipped across her closed mouth before heaving a sigh of resignation and opening up.

His cock slid between her lips and slid over tongue. As expected, he tasted revolting.

Before Claire had even had chance to suck, nibble or bob her head, Peter came jerkily, filling her pretty mouth with nauseating stinking jism. Claire allowed him to finish his erratic thrusts as the dribbles subsided before she thankfully spat out a mouthful of foetid spunk onto the floor.

Peter collapsed down next to her. "Oh, fuck me, that was amazing," he said in a satisfied tone.

Claire wiped her mouth on her bare arm. "Good. Has the pain gone now?"

Peter though only briefly. "Ohhhhh, oooooo, ouch," he groaned. "It went for a bit but it's back now. I'm sure if you could just distract me for a bit longer that it would be gone for good."

Claire took a deep breath, doing her best to remain patient. Her fear of anyone finding out about the accident though didn't give her much choice.

"Do you want me to suck you off again?" she asked directly.

Peter, eyes wide, nodded. "Oh, yeah."

Claire got onto her hands and knees and caught his half-hard cock into her mouth. It tasted a little better the second time although she didn't know if this were because she was now used to the flavour or because she'd already licked off the worst of the grime.

A few minutes of forceful sucking brought Peter back to another full erection after which Claire began to bob and slurp rapidly.

"Oh, shit, yes. That is so so good," Peter groaned in ecstasy as Claire took his entire cock into her mouth whilst poking her tongue out to lick his dirty hairy balls. She got into an easy rhythm alternatively sliding her mouth up and down his repulsive member before flicking her tongue over his glans.

"Oh, wow," Peter exclaimed. "This is amazing and it's definitely a bit better but my head still hurts. What else can we do?" he asked leeringly.

Claire, conscious of time, didn't hesitate. "Why don't you try my pussy? I'm really tight."

Peter's mouth hung open in wonder but he shuffled around behind her to position his cock between her labia.

Claire reached round to guide him into her cunt which he entered with one quick push.

"Oh, my god! I can't believe this is happening to me! Oh, fuck yes!" Peter shouted blissfully as grabbed hold of her hips to shaft her from behind.

After a while Claire realised that Peter was going to take his time coming, having ejaculated so recently. She checked her watch and realised that Danny would be expecting her home soon so started to push back with her hips and squeezed her snug pussy around his unimpressive cock in order to hurry him up.

"Go on, Peter. Do it to me, Do me hard, big boy," Claire encouraged him.

Peter began slamming himself in and out of her pretty cunt, squeezing her buttocks hard as he thrust.

Claire was getting more and more bored. She decided to take charge and hurry him up. "Peter, how's your head?"

"Improving all the time!" he gasped as he rammed her from behind.

"I've got an idea to make it even better," she suggested between thrusts. "If you like my pussy, you should try my arse. It's tight and hot and I promise it'll make you forget your headache," she assured him, looking over her shoulder.

Peter pushed himself in and held her in astonishment. "Really? Can I really try out your bum?"

"Go on, you'll love it."

Peter pulled his cock out of her cunt and lodged the end against Claire's pinky-brown butthole. 

"Are you sure about this?" he asked.

"Yes, go on. It'll feel fantastic," Claire urged him.

Peter tensed and gave it a tentative push. When it didn't slide in immediately, he paused.

"Are you sure it will fit?"

Claire lost patience. "Yes, for fuck's just push it in hard. I promise it will go!"

Peter began to increase pressure as he pushed his hips forward.

"That's it. Harder. Go on. I can take it. Ugh!" Claire groaned as his cock slipped past her narrow sphincter and slid into her tiny tight arse to the hilt. "Oh, fuck! Go on. Do me hard. Yes, like that. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh," Claire continued to grunt enchantingly as Peter rogered her naughtiest hole passionately.

"Oh, Claire. Thanks! This is so good!" he shouted as he shagged her relentlessly up her bum.

"No, ugh, problem," Claire replied. "Anything, ugh, to make your, ugh, head better."

Very soon Peter came with a huge sigh, gratefully filling her butt with his spunk.

He pulled out and shuffled around to face a relieved Claire. Much to her distaste he kissed her adoringly. "Thanks. So much. I feel a lot better."

Claire allowed him to snog her briefly, before pushing him off gently.

"I'm so pleased you're OK. Right did you want those books?" she said, not wanting to miss a sales opportunity.

They got themselves dressed, Claire allowing him one more brief feel of her tits, before a grinning Peter paid for his novels and left with a jaunty swagger.

Claire closed the shop down and thankfully made her way home, relieved to have got to the end of the day without further incident. Who'd have thought being a volunteer would be so difficult? she thought. She couldn't wait to go home, brush her teeth and have a shower.

On her third day in the shop, Claire was working with Mr. Sharma again.

He greeted her fondly when she arrived. "Ah, how delightful you look today, Claire," he said gallantly as he let her in. She was wearing tight jeans, leopard-print high-heeled shoes and a sapphire blue t-shirt that stretched tightly across her generous chest.

"Thanks, Mr. Sharma," she said. "What shall we work on today?"

"We have some more donations that have come to us from head office," he replied. "But first, would you be so kind as to help me with this," he said pointing to an erection tenting at his crotch.

Claire's eyes widened. "So soon! OK, let's go to the back room and I'll suck you off," she said matter-of-factly.

She knelt down and gave Mr. Sharma a long loving blowjob, even allowing him to grab her by the hair and fuck her face while he squirted into her mouth. After she'd swallowed his tasty cum, Mr. Sharma insisted that he give her an orgasm in return, Claire rather guiltily agreed without much protestation, conscious of respecting his religious needs.

Unfortunately, Mr. Sharma's tongue was so cultured that, before she knew it, she'd come five times.

"Oh, no! No more, please. I can't take it," she said eventually. "Fuck that was good," she said to him giving him a deep kiss. "Does that mean I need to make you come another four times today to maintain the cosmic balance?"

Mr. Sharma agreed that this was the case so Claire spent most of the rest of the day giving him head, even sucking him off quietly below the counter while he tranquilly served one of the very few customers of the day.

By four o'clock, Claire managed to get him to come for the third time, realising she would have to carry her karmic debt over to another day.

"Don't worry, Claire," Mr. Sharma kindly told her as he zipped up his flies. "I think you have done wonderfully using your skilful mouth to pleasure a man as old as me so many times. Karma, I'm sure is patient enough to wait until tomorrow to be satisfied."

"OK. Thanks, Mr. Sharma," Claire said, relieved that she could finally get off her knees.

As she stood up, the bell rang and Peter came in with another young man of eighteen or nineteen. In contrast to Peter, he was overweight and prematurely balding although they did both share the same silly grin when they saw Claire.




Claire's Career Ch. 04: The Shop Assistant



"Ah, Peter," Mr. Sharma said warmly. "Do come in. And who is your friend?"

"Oh, hi, Mr. Sharma," Peter replied. "Hi, Claire," he added warmly. "This is Gregory."

Claire grunted a response but did her best to ignore them.

"Good to meet you, young man. Come to look at the books?" Mr. Sharma asked.

"Er, no, we've come to look for clothes actually," Peter answered.

"Clothes? Here?" Mr. Sharma looked at the racks of cast-off elderly ladies' apparel and back at the boys in surprise.

"Er, yeah, we need some, um, fancy dress stuff," Peter replied quickly.

They rummaged around for a while, sneaking surreptitious looks at Claire and her long curvy body whilst furtively whispering to each other.

Eventually, Peter took some assorted garments to single changing cubicle at the back of the store. After a minute, he stuck his head around the curtain. "Erm, Claire. Please can I ask for your opinion on something?"

Claire looked up from pricing some old CDs. "Me?" she replied. Peter gave her an imploring look. "Oh, I suppose so," she agreed.

Mr. Sharma raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything as she made her way to stand outside the changing cubicle.

Peter whispered out to her. "Please come in here."

"What!" she whispered back. "I can't go in there."

"Please, Claire. Just for a bit," Peter begged.

"Why?" Claire asked crossly.

"You know," Peter intimated. "I need you to help me. My head still hurts. And only you can help me."

Claire muttered a curse before looking up to see Mr. Sharma distracted by a question from Gregory concerning a box set of Stephen King books. She slipped into the cubicle.

"Peter, how can your head still hurt? Maybe you need a doctor," she hissed angrily as she pulled the curtain closed behind her. She turned to see that he already had his hard stinking cock out.

Peter waved it hopefully at her. "Please. I'm sure just once more and it will be better," he whispered

Claire shook her head but sat down on the stool in the corner and reached out to toss him firmly. With a grimace, she bent down and began to flick her tongue over the very tip of his dick before sliding her mouth down over his dick and then back up. A few more bobs and he exploded over her tongue.

Not wanting to make any noise, Claire swallowed the reeking jism that had filled her mouth. "Right. That's it, Peter. You can't keep coming back and expect me to give you head. I've got a boyfriend!"

Peter smiled happily down at her. "But I thought you didn't want me to tell anyone about the shelf. I have a feeling that I might forget if my head starts hurting again. And only you can stop it hurting."

Claire's eyes widened in concern. Oh no! Was Peter trying to blackmail her?

"In fact," Peter continued," I think my friend Gregory might have a headache too. Do you think you could make it better for him?"

"But he hasn't been in the store at all! Nothing dropped on his head!" Claire protested.

"Yes but he's very sensitive to those around him and because I got a headache so did he. Come on, Claire. Just a quick blowjob. He's never had one before. And you really are so good at it."

Claire decided that the best thing to do would be to humour him.

"OK but get him in here quickly," she relented.

Gregory and Peter did a quick switch when Mr. Sharma's back was turned and Claire found herself with the fourth cock of the day in her mouth (she had blown her boyfriend in the shower that morning).

Gregory actually seemed like quite a sweet boy if very nervous. In fact he was so anxious that Claire got him to play with her exposed tits while she sucked him completely hard just so that she could then suck him off. Once he had come though, he was so grateful that Claire gave him a quick hug and let him feel her bum for a bit. At least, she thought, his cock was cleaner than his friend's.

Claire did her best to slip out of the cubicle without Mr. Sharma seeing but she suspected that she hadn't done that good a job.

The boys decided that nothing was to their taste and left without buying anything, although not before Peter had whispered to Claire that he'd be bringing a few more friends the next day who also all had mysterious headaches.

As they left, Claire put her face in her hands in despair. "Oh no," she groaned.

"What's wrong, Claire?" said Mr. Sharma, coming out from behind the counter to hug her whilst casually squeezing her bum.

Claire thought about lying but instead began to tell him what had happened until she had related the entire story.

"And so," she concluded, "Peter's going to be back tomorrow with even more of his friends. And I'm going to have suck them all off!"

Mr. Sharma considered while he cupped Claire's breasts. "Hmm. I might have an idea, Claire, that could turn this whole unfortunate matter to our benefit."

"Really?" Claire said hopefully.

"Yes, quite possibly. Perhaps we could repair to the back room and you could see if your miraculously fine mouth is able to breathe life into me just the once more while I consider a plan."

Claire deliberated briefly. "OK. I'll give you a nice slow soothing suck and then you tell me about your plan."

After all what did she have to lose?

The next day Claire, wearing a blue miniskirt, matching heels, a white blouse and virginal white underwear, became more nervous as the hour got closer. She had given Mr. Sharma a quick blowjob in the morning and after lunch, rather distractedly, had let him fuck her up the arse which he had seemed to really enjoy. She was also wearing full makeup to boost her confidence, bright red lipstick and green eye-shadow to go with her eyes. At least she looked fab.

Just after four, Peter came into the shop with eight other boys of the same age in tow including Gregory.

Mr, Sharma turned to Claire. "My dear, you go to the cubicle and I will handle the young gentlemen. Good luck!" he added as he turned to intercept them before they could talk to Claire.

Claire went into the changing cubicle and peeked out from behind the curtain to watch and listen to Mr, Sharma.

"Good afternoon, young men. I assume you are here to visit my quite lovely colleague, the stunning Claire."

There was a general assenting murmur in reply.

Mr. Sharma continued. "I'm afraid that circumstances have changed and you will no longer be able to use Claire's talented mouth as an analgesic for your illusory head pains."

The boys groaned in dismay, all turning to Peter who, looking flushed, moved to the front of the group. "Hang on! If she doesn't do what we want then I'll make a complaint about the shelf landing on my head!"

"Really? And how will you explain why you felt the need to masturbate whilst secretly watching my colleague when this somewhat lightweight and flimsy shelf landed on you?"

Claire gasped as she realised that Mr. Sharma was quite right about Peter. That's why his cock had been hanging out of his trousers!

Peter turned an even deeper red as his friends laughed at his discomfort.

Mr. Sharma carried on. "But wait. I would still be distressed for Claire and the reputation of this worthy enterprise if any of you were to talk to others about her generosity in sharing her body. I have a solution that will satisfy all of our needs."

The boys lent forward as Mr. Sharma laid out his proposal.

"This is a charity shop with the sole purpose of helping furry and fluffy pets. Claire has most munificently agreed that she will be willing to continue to allow you access to various parts of her anatomy as long as a) you keep this offer only to yourselves and b) you have give an upfront donation to the charity for the privilege."

The boys murmured to each other before Gregory asked, "How big a donation?"

Mr. Sharma smiled. "Ah! Very good, Gregory. You are obviously a man who likes to get down to business. Claire and I have discussed this and come up with the following schedule. Let's see, yes. These prices are cumulatively inclusive. For access to her skilful hands, £10. To her most excellent and abundant breasts, £15. Her impossibly talented mouth, £30 (including guaranteed swallowing). Her hot tight vagina, £40. And finally her hotter tighter anus, £50. Considering how delectable Claire is, I think these prices are competitive and indeed offer excellent value for money. As you have seen Claire is not only beautiful, she has very large yet very firm breasts, a toned slender body with long legs and a perfect bottom. You will never again in your lives have the chance of touching a woman as lovely as this let alone using any of her stupendous orifices for your pleasure."

As one, the boys pulled out their wallets to see how much cash they had.

"Now, now. Please form an orderly queue. Everyone will be fully serviced to their satisfaction. That's right, in a line please..."

As the boys jostled for position, Mr. Sharma went to the cubicle to see Claire.

"My dear, I believe your reputation is safe. None of these boys will tell another soul as long as they can sample the bliss of your body for themselves. Any revelations would mean the immediate end of this arrangement. And I think that all of a sudden local RSPHNFFP donations will be going through the roof which will at least guarantee this store's future."

Claire smiled at his reassurance. "Thanks so much, Mr. Sharma. I'm not really doing anything wrong, am I? It's not like I'm really going to have sex with them. I'm just thanking them for their donations using my body, aren't I?" she asked slightly uncertainly.

"That is quite right, my dear. You will be doing nothing about which to feel guilty. And of course, to maintain the cosmic balance, for every orgasm you induce, I will give you one back with my tongue."

Claire nodded in understanding. "And we're doing that only for religious reasons, not because I like to come. Right." She looked out through the curtain. Gregory was first, holding two crisp twenty pound notes. Claire checked her lipstick and prepared to get undressed.

She was feeling really happy about herself. Not only was she doing good she was doing it using her own unique and personal talents which made her feel quite positive and self-assured.

"Right, Mr. Sharma," she said confidently. "Bring them on!"



Claire's Career Ch. 05: The Secret Agent



Part 5: The Secret Agent

Claire was feeling horny.

The problem was that she had got used to coming regularly, under the oral ministrations of her co-worker in the RSPHNFFP charity shop, the talented Mr. Sharma. Of course the fact that she was allowing him to go down on her had nothing to do with sex per se.

It was just that she was allowing him to practice his arcane and unfathomable religion which insisted on his maximising the pleasure and minimising the pain of humanity. Claire, as a kindness, had allowed Mr. Sharma to lick her pussy; unfortunately she found herself coming many times and, in order to restore Mr. Sharma's karma or cosmic balance, she'd had to suck him off in turn.

The problem was that she had grown accustomed to his cultured and skilful tongue.

And now, he had disappeared.

It had all started when Claire had, through an unfeasible series of circumstances, found herself offering her body to a group of local teenagers in return for charitable donations. It had been Mr. Sharma's idea for Claire to sell sexual pleasure on a sliding scale, from great value handjobs all the way up to more expensive although tight, sticky and satisfying anal sex.

This unofficial sideline had been such a hit that the shop had found itself busy once more and Claire had rationalised her actions by knowing that at the very least she was doing her own bit for charity.

Unfortunately this had all ended abruptly last week when Mr. Sharma had vanished. At first everyone had been worried until it was realised that a significant amount of funds was also missing from the shop's bank account.

The shop had been closed immediately.

Claire, worried that the investigating police might find out what she'd been doing, kept a low profile.

At first she'd been deeply upset that all the money that she'd raised using her clever capable hands, her full bouncy breasts, her moist welcoming mouth, her thrilling expert pussy and her forbidden snug arsehole had gone straight into Mr. Sharma's own pockets.

But then she had begun to miss his tongue.

Her lucky boyfriend, Danny, had done his best to gratify her increased sexual appetite but, although he wasn't exactly bad in bed, he didn't have Mr. Sharma's sublime and rare skill.

So Claire found herself frustrated, both sexually and with her lack of employment.

Eventually, Claire's carnal dissatisfaction subsided but her disappointment at once again losing her career, if anything, intensified.

Would she ever be able to hold down a job?

She really missed her last long-term role as receptionist at a hair salon. She decided to look out for similar opportunities. There had to be something out there for her!

She knew was a presentable and attractive with long red hair, distinctive green eyes, pale freckled skin, long legs and a slender yet enormous-bosomed figure.

Maybe she wasn't the most academically able person in the market but she was kind and had a lot to offer in the way of experience including sales, teaching, acting as well as shop-work. Someone must want her!

But Danny objected to whatever she suggested, insisting on taking her to interviews and vetting her prospective employers. For some reason he was intensively possessive, always worrying that she would be abused by virtually every man she met.

True, she had found herself in various implausible and contrived situations in which she had had to use the full range of her luscious and moist bodily orifices to provide sexual pleasure to a large and unlikely range of fortuitous men.

However in none of these circumstances, had she not been in complete control. And she certainly hadn't been having actual proper sex. Nothing of the sort. Danny really was just too overprotective. She could look after herself.

Matters came to a head when he took her for an interview for the role of receptionist for a small stationery supplier. Worried that she had been in for the meeting longer than scheduled, Danny walked in on her allowing the owner of the business, a short bald Scotsman, to take pictures of her in nothing more than her spectacularly sexy underwear.

When Danny dragged her out of the office and back to his car, she explained that nothing underhand had been going on. The interviewer had just been taking a picture for his records to remember which interviewee was which.

When he asked why she needed to be half naked, Claire crossly explained that he had already interviewed another similar-looking young lady wearing similar outer garments and had wanted to make sure the picture had been distinctive. Claire had readily agreed. After all, in the cut-throat world of small business receptionist recruitment, one had to stand out from the crowd.

Danny just shook his head in disbelief at her naïveté but Claire was furious at his intervention.

They had an angry row on the way home which evolved into a silent sulk on Claire's part.

Eventually Danny went to a gig in Camden where he was due to do a guest DJ spot at a club, leaving Claire to fume by herself.

Claire stomped around the house for a while, now doubly livid as she'd been due to go with Danny but had refused sullenly when he said it was time to go.

After some more moping, Claire decided that she wanted to go out for a drink, despite her standing promise to Danny that she wouldn't go out without him for fear of being tricked and abused by unscrupulous strangers.

Who the hell was he to control her life, she fumed.

She decided to call her friend, Bianca.

Two hours later, Claire was with Bianca in a trendy cellar bar in the West End, sipping a Bacardi and Coke.

Bianca was one of Claire's oldest friends and was always up for a good time. She was also fabulously attractive with rich dark skin, tight curly black hair, a lush curvaceous body and intelligent brown eyes. Indeed she used her body in her day-to-day role as a glamour model and in the evening as an occasional upmarket prostitute.

However where Claire was naïve and easily manipulated, Bianca, despite her fat tits and peachy arse, was sharp, quick and clever.

Claire had told her about some of her more interesting adventures and Bianca was often left stunned at just how easily Claire managed to get herself into such unlikely situations.

By contrast, Claire was disapproving of Bianca's lucrative sideline, often scolding her judgementally for allowing ugly grunting old letches to use her body for money. The irony of Claire's criticism made Bianca laugh, considering Claire's own inadvertent erotic escapades.

Despite this, the two friends were close and right now were both equally attracting a lot of male attention in the bar.

Claire was wearing a short cropped white t-shirt which emphasised her formidable bust and revealed her flat creamy stomach, as well as a sage green micro-skirt over bare legs and unfeasibly high black strappy heels. Bianca was in a shimmering gold tight low cut dress that ended mid-thigh over high black stiletto boots. They both looked delicious.

Over the evening the girls were chatted up many times my many men. Bianca, used to being the target of such advances, flirted adeptly, refusing all offers and not allowing anyone to separate her from Claire.

Claire, still angry at Danny, enjoyed the attention although she was slightly annoyed at Bianca's over-protectiveness.

In any case the girls didn't have to buy themselves a drink all evening and got gradually drunker and drunker as time wore on.

Eventually Bianca found herself being seduced by a man she liked, a handsome C-list up-and-coming TV presenter. She decided that she'd like to go home with him to fuck but she knew she couldn't leave a half-drunk Claire by herself in a bar.

Claire was having fun and didn't really want to leave but Bianca managed to persuade her to leave and even found a licensed taxi with a female driver to take her home.

"See you later, Claire, and remember -- don't talk to any strange men!" Bianca giggled happily as she walked off to her flat, arm-in-arm with her newfound friend, who had already slipped a hand up her dress to finger her pussy.

Bianca sat in the back of the cab and decided, in a drunken way, that she needed to text Danny to tell him that she loved him.

She looked for her phone in her handbag but couldn't find it.

"Wait!" she said to the driver who was just about to pull away. "I've left my phone in the bar. I need to go back and get it," she explained as she jumped out the cab and back in.

She got to the bottom of the stairs and walked back into the bar, still rummaging in her handbag, before suddenly finding her phone tucked under her purse. She let out a huge sigh of relief. Thank goodness for that!

She was just turning to go when a man approached her and put his hand on her arm urgently.

"Please, help me. It's just possible you could save my life!"

The man who was clinging onto her arm was middle-aged, balding, short and plump with unsightly acne. Claire hadn't noticed him earlier but then most of the men who had chatted her up had been of the confident sort and generally more attractive.

"What do you mean?" she asked, startled, leaning in towards him to hear him over the loud music.

"I need your help. My name is Fiddle, Con Fiddle. I work for MI5," he said importantly.

"Really?" Claire looked him up and down. He was wearing a yellow polo shirt, his stomach bulging unpleasantly over his jeans. She loved watching Spooks and other such spy series and Con didn't really look much like a spy.

"Don't be fooled by my disguise. Here, look at this," he answered holding out a card.

Claire inspected it carefully, wary of Bianca's warning. It was a normal business card but it had 'MI5' and a circular crest emblazoned over the top with a grainy picture of Con, his name and the title 'Senior Field Officer' underneath.

Claire looked up. "Is this real? It's not even laminated," she complained.

Con raised an eyebrow enigmatically. "That's so that I can eat it if ever get captured by the enemy."

"Oh!" Claire gasped, impressed.

"What's your name?" Con asked.

"I'm Claire Bell."

"Good. Claire, I need your help. I wouldn't normally involve a civilian in Her Majesty's business but I don't have any choice. I chose you because you look honest and brave. Am I right?"

Claire stood up a touch straighter, pushing her magnificent breasts out even further.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked, her eyes wide with excitement.

Con held her hand and pulled her to a table in the corner, sitting down close next to her. "Let me explain," he said into her ear. "I'm on an undercover counter-terrorist operation. I wouldn't normally frequent a bar like this but I'm under observation right now by a cell of terrorists who think I'm a rich arms dealer and are here right now, checking me out before they approach me. I was due to meet a female operative here tonight and pick her up as if I were an international playboy just to confirm my cover. After all why would a beautiful young babe want me unless I were filthy rich?"

Claire shuffled even closer to him as he put an arm around her to pull her nearer.

He continued. "Unfortunately the contact has had an unforeseen accident on the way here and can't make it. All the other female operatives on call tonight are too ugly for a wealthy playboy to be interested in. But it's imperative the terrorists think I'm a prosperous weapons dealer, out on the town to meet a beautiful young woman with lax sexual morals and big tits. And that's why I need you."

Claire was captivated. "What do you want me to do?"

"Claire, I need you to pretend that you're amazingly attracted to me and to be my girlfriend for the night. I know that in my disguise I'm not that striking but I need you to pretend that I'm the most gorgeous man you've ever met. Can you do this for me?"

"Well I have actually got some acting experience so I'm sure I could but I'm scared!" Claire replied.

"It's OK. You're in no danger. The terrorists won't care that I've picked up a beautiful young woman in a bar for filthy casual sex. They just want to make sure that I really am a dissolute arms dealer and everyone knows arms dealers are always surrounded by lovely young women. Please, Claire. It won't take long."

Claire took a deep breath. She felt quite sober now. She nodded. "What do I have to do?"

Con smiled. "Thanks. You've probably saved my life and the lives of many others. All you need to do is do what any horny girlfriend would do."

He looked up and around the crowded bar. "They could be watching right now. Come here," he said, pulling her mouth down to his for a kiss.

Claire was startled at first but closed her eyes and did her best to kiss him back. She tried to ignore his onion-smelling breath and allowed him to slide his tongue into her mouth.

When he reached up to squeeze her right breast, she jumped but then relaxed and allowed him to grope her enormous boobs and pinch her nipples through her t-shirt. She had to act naturally.

They snogged for a few more minutes while Con's hands wandered over her firm curvy body, sliding under her bum to squeeze it forcefully. Every time Claire came up for air, Con pulled her face back down to his, whispering, "Don't stop. Make it more believable."

Eventually, Con leant back. "Claire, you're doing brilliantly. Give me your hand though. I think we need to go a step further to allay any suspicion. Here," he said taking her hand and placing on the bulge at his crotch.

Claire was horrified but was careful not to pull her hand away in disgust. "Oh, my god! You've got an erection."

Con nodded. "Of course. Remember I need to be in character. What man wouldn't get an erection after feeling your large bouncy breasts and tight sexy butt?"

"Oh," Claire replied, "I hadn't thought of that. But do I really have to touch your cock?"

"Of course. Remember as far as the terrorists are concerned you're really attracted to me, even if it's because I'm rich. You have to keep pretending. Go on, give it a squeeze."

Claire complied by reaching down with her left hand and stroking his bulge while he continued to kiss her long smooth neck, wincing at Con's roughness as he tweaked her nipples mercilessly.

After a while, Claire whispered in Con's ear. "Are they still watching?" she said, beginning to turn her head to look around.

Con hissed, "Stop! Don't look," before sliding his hand up her t-shirt and over her bra to grope her massive tits.

Matters continued in this vein for a while, Claire rubbing Con's bulge while he fondled her breasts until, at some unseen signal and to Claire's relief, he said, "Right. They've gone. Let's get out of here."

Claire grabbed her bag and, at Con's guidance, held it casually in front of his rampant crotch while they left.

Outside the cool summer air stiffened her nipples. Her original taxi was long gone. She turned to say goodbye to him but he grabbed her suddenly and pulled her into the alley at the side of the club, taking her down to the end which was quiet and dark.

"What's wrong?" Claire whispered, scared at Con's sudden intensity.

Con looked around before answering. "I think I saw them watching. I didn't want them to follow you home so I thought we should stagger our departures. I'll leave first and draw them off."

"Oh, thanks," Claire said gratefully, dazed by his courage.

"But first, we need to think of some reason the two of us have come down this alley together," Con pondered. "I just don't know. Can you think of anything?"

Claire thought for a while before answering brightly. "Oh, I know! We could pretend we've come down here for sex. After all you've still got your erection and maybe you just couldn't wait for me to satisfy it for you!" she said, pleased with her creativity.

"Brilliant, Claire! You know, you could make a great MI5 officer. Why don't you get fantastic tits out? And remember anything I say or do is all part of the act."

Claire lifted up her t-shirt and unclasped her bra before pulling it up and releasing her colossal creamy freckled boobs.

Con whispered, "Oh fuck!" before bending down to lick and suck her high stiff red nipples.

Claire held his head to her boobs, moaning in simulated pleasure as he slurped on her perfect breasts until he lifted his head.

"Claire, we might need to be even more convincing. It's possible that they could be watching us right now with an infrared telescope."

Claire looked up the alley but couldn't see anyone. She thought a little more. "Oh. Well why don't I suck your cock? They'll be able to see it really clearly and then they won't doubt that I'm your girl!"

Con cleared his throat. "Um, yes, that's a really good idea." He unzipped his flies.

Before she knew it, Claire was kneeling in the litter at his feet, her mouth full of his disagreeable penis which was small and tasted obnoxious, another part of his disguise, he assured her. Claire did her best to act as if she were enjoying the experience though, moaning around his erection and slurping enthusiastically as she alternately bobbed and slid her agile tongue around his foreskin.

Fairly soon she began to taste salty pre-cum and so she redoubled her efforts allowing Con to grab her rich auburn hair and fuck her mouth savagely.

"Oh fuck yes," Con cried in ecstasy as he spurted generously over her tongue, impressing Claire with his attention to detail. Anyone would have thought he was making love to her mouth for the pleasure of it rather than to do his duty.

Unfortunately though, Claire was left with a mouthful of the most repugnant jism she had ever tasted, and over the last few months she had tasted some pretty rank cum. She thought about what Con's pretend girlfriend would do next. She knew what the answer was.

Claire, thinking of Queen and country, took a deep breath and swallowed.

After he had recovered, Con gave Claire a hug, squeezing her pert buttocks while nuzzling his face between her fabulous knockers. "Thanks, Claire. You've done brilliantly. You've made your country proud."

Claire blushed as she wiped a few drops of stray spunk off her chin. "Oh, thank you so much, Con. By the way, is that your real name?"

"I'm afraid I can't answer that - it's classified. You are aware of course that you are now bound by the term of the 1923 Official Secrets Act. You can tell no-one about this encounter."

"Of course. I won't tell a soul," Claire replied earnestly.

"So, Claire, how have you enjoyed your first taste of being a secret agent?" Con asked.

"Well the taste wasn't so good but it was really exciting, you know, doing something so dangerous," she said, eyes bright with exhilaration.

"Claire, I've been really impressed with you. I wouldn't normally ask this but would you be willing to help me out again on some low-risk activity? I think you might have what it takes to be a great officer."

Claire couldn't believe it. She was being asked to become a spy! Her chest swelled with pride. She paused to savour the moment, took a deep breath and replied.

"Of course! Do you want my number?"

The next day Claire kept an eye out in case she was being followed. Very quickly she began to feel that every man she met was watching her. At first she worried that she might be being stalked by terrorists but then she realised that none of them were looking at her face, just her substantial bosom and her tight peachy butt.

She also kept her mobile close in case Con called. She even browsed the MI5 website, to see if there were any tips she might pick up in her new undercover role.

She'd made her peace with Danny but of course she couldn't tell him what had happened for two reasons: first, she had to keep her identity and activities secret. And second, Danny wouldn't have been too happy that Claire had sucked off another man, even if it were for reasons of national security. Luckily, she'd got home before him the previous evening and so, after brushing her teeth, no evidence remained of her indiscretion.




Claire's Career Ch. 05: The Secret Agent



She contented herself with knowing that she was fighting the good fight despite Danny's and, to some extent, Bianca's lack of faith in her ability and intelligence.

When Con's call came, the timing was perfect. Danny had just left for the evening for a gig so she had several hours of freedom.

"Claire, this is Con. Can you meet me in Old Elephant bar at 8? I need you to be my girlfriend again tonight."

Claire's breath shortened in excitement. "OK! What do you need me to do?"

"I've got a rendezvous with leader of the terrorists. I need to have a gorgeous young woman with a beautiful face and sexy body draping herself all over me. They're a standard accessory on all international arms dealers."

"OK. I can do that. What should I wear?" Claire asked.

"Hmmm. I want to impress him with just how gorgeous you are. I've got an idea..."

An hour later Claire walked into the bar feeling extremely self-conscious. When Con had suggested her outfit she'd been reluctant but had agreed, bowing to his greater knowledge of terrorist groupies.

He had explained that she had to appear fully under his control and completely in awe of him, even to the point of dressing up in any way he wanted.

She knew that all anyone else could see was a tall curvaceous redhead wearing a short beige raincoat and black stiletto heels.

However, she knew that underneath the coat all she actually had on were her black stockings, a suspender belt and some Chanel No. 5.

She'd been sure that the taxi driver had angled his mirror to look up her coat at her moist pink pussy but she tried to forget that and instead to focus on the task in hand.

She looked around and saw Con as he made his way to her at the front of the dark bar. "Fantastic, Claire! You look awesome," he said as he embraced her.

He stepped back. "And underneath?"

Claire checked around carefully before she gave him a quick flash of her massive tits and neat pussy.

"Oh fuck yes, that is so perfect," Con mumbled. "I mean, that's a fabulous disguise."

"Where is he?" Claire asked as Con put an arm around her, sliding his hand under her coat to fondle her smooth bare arse.

"I've seen him -- he's at the back. Whatever happens, just follow my lead. No matter how weird it gets. Remember, your cover is that you're a Romanian dancer who's in London to find work. Come on then, let's go and meet them.

They made their way to a secluded booth at the back of the bar.

Con greeted the occupant. "Hi. Fiddle. Con Fiddle. You must be Mr. Big."

Mr. Big was small, almost emaciated. Claire thought he looked less like a criminal and more like an elderly shopkeeper or a consumptive window cleaner.

"Mr. Fiddle. Your reputation proceeds you," he said ominously, keeping his eyes on Claire's deep cleavage.

"Ah, I see you've noticed my latest slut, Clarina," Con said. "She's from Romania."

Claire was slightly put out that he'd called her a slut but then realised it was all part of the act. She sat down between them, carefully holding her short coat down over her pussy and trying to remain relaxed.

However when Con idly lent over and slid a hand into the top of her coat to squeeze one of her breasts, she couldn't help but jump.

"She has excellent breasts," Mr. Big commented casually before he reached out to feel her other one. "You don't mind?"

"No, go ahead. After all that's what she's there for," Con replied unconcernedly.

Claire's face was burning as the two men played with her tits. She was just grateful that the booth was shadowed and that no-one could see in.

There then followed a stilted conversation between the two men about 'the merchandise' which could have come from the corniest of spy movies. Claire was amazed at how clichéd their exchange was and how they kept being distracted by her boobs, even leaning forward to lick her nipples occasionally.

Still, she supposed Con knew what he was doing. He was after all a genuine MI5 officer.

So when Con undid the rest of her coat buttons and began to finger her pussy. Claire silently opened her legs to allow him easier access. The things she did for her country, she thought to herself, checking around to ensure they couldn't be seen.

"She's amazingly tight," Con commented prior to allowing Mr. Big to slide a couple of fingers into her moist warm cunt.

"Yes, she is," Mr. Big replied before bending to lick her nipple again.

Whilst Mr. Big was preoccupied, Con took the opportunity to whisper in her ear. "You're doing brilliantly, Claire. You're behaving just like a criminal's whore. Well done! Now slip under the table and suck us off. Me first."

Claire looked at Con and then around the bar in panic. But then, stealing herself, his words of praise ringing in her ears, she pulled Mr. Big's fingers out of her and slid down under the table.

Con's cock tasted no better than the previous day. She licked his balls lavishly before, gliding her tongue up his shaft and flicking it repeatedly on the tip of his knob. This was obviously just too much for Con because he grabbed her head with both hands over her ears and rocked her head back and forth on his erection.

Unfortunately this meant Claire couldn't hear the conversation any more although she could still make out some muffled laughter.

Once Con had shot his repellent semen down her throat, Claire wiped her mouth and shuffled round to service Mr. Big.

Mr. Big's cock wasn't exactly big but rather long and very thin, with heavy balls. He had obviously become excited by feeling her body, because he came quickly filling her mouth with an impressive quantity of thick salty spunk that dribbled out of his penis for several minutes after he'd first begun to spurt. Conscious that she had to please him, Claire lapped it all up, grateful at least that he was relatively sanitary.

By the time Claire had licked both cocks clean and made herself presentable again, the two men had obviously finished their discussion although Claire did manage to catch Mr. Big slipping Con a small bundle of £10 notes.

Leaving Mr. Big in the booth, Claire and Con left the bar and made their way to Con's car, a battered old Corolla.

As soon as they were in, Claire let out a huge sigh of relief. "Wow! That was so tense. How did I do?"

Con reached out to hold her hand. "Claire you were amazing. You're a brilliant actress. The way you sucked us off, it was like you really were a dirty little slut. Well done."

Claire clapped her hands together girlishly. "Oh, thanks, so much. I love this job! Did Mr. Big just pay for arms? Is the deal done? Have you got enough to arrest him yet?"

"Um, yes, that's right. He gave me an, er, deposit but we still need to do more before we can bring him in."

"OK. That makes sense," Claire said. "It looked like he only gave you about £50. I guess illegal weapons must cost thousands."

"Er, yes, that's right. Anyway, I think we need to go somewhere isolated for a debrief. Let's see what we can find."

Con drove them to a business park that was completely quiet at this time of night, parking where they couldn't be seen from the main road.

"Right this will do for now," he said, reaching over to stroke Claire's right thigh.

Looking around the cabin, Claire commented, "This doesn't seem like a very flash car for an international playboy."

"Um, well, no. Actually it's an MI5 pool car. All they had left. I think all the Astons were out. Still at least it's inconspicuous. If they enemy are watching then they'll just think I'm lying low."

"Oh, that's really clever," Claire said, impressed with Con's thinking. "Do you think they could be watching us now?"

"Well, yes, there's a really good chance. Maybe we should be more intimate while we discuss what happened. Here, why don't you lick this while I talk?" Con said, offering Claire his cock.

Con seemed a little preoccupied as Claire sucked him hard again, although he confirmed that he thought they had hooked Mr. Big and it was now just a question of reeling him in.

Eventually his cock was fully erect again and Claire began to bob her head while sucking as hard as she could, keen to satisfy him as quickly as possible. She was surprised when Con stopped her.

"Er, be careful, Claire. I was just thinking that, if they're watching, the enemy might be suspicious if I come in your mouth again. After all you are supposed to be my girlfriend, not just a slutty whore I've picked up."

"Oh, yes, good point. We should probably do something more loving and intimate. I know - why don't we fuck?" Claire suggested ingenuously.

"Good idea," Con replied in a strangled voice.

They clambered into the back seat and Claire opened up her coat before impaling herself on Con's stubby cock. While he buried his face between her breasts Claire prattled on happily telling Con what she thought of the meeting.

Despite his tongue on her nipples, Claire wasn't particularly enjoying the shag as Con's cock wasn't as big as she would normally prefer. However she did her best to really act the part and faked an orgasm before lifting off him and finishing him off in her mouth.

"How was that?" she asked once he had finished spurting over her tongue.

"Wonderful, Claire. You really are the best agent I've ever met," he replied dazedly.

"Oh, that's so kind," she said happily, kissing him in gratitude.

As Con drove her home, Claire asked him for advice. "Con, do you really think I could work more officially for MI5?"

"Of course," Con answered. "You virtually are now."

"Oh, great. I noticed on the website that you can apply online. I'm so excited!"

Con chuckled and casually tweaked her right nipple as he drove.

He parked a few hundred yards from her house.

Claire kissed him again as he briefly squeezed her tits. "Con, my boyfriend Danny's out tomorrow night as well, so I'd be more than happy to help you if you need then. We can fuck again if it would help to maintain the cover or whatever you want. Please, I'll do anything to make a success of this job!" she begged him.

"I'll call you tomorrow, Claire," he promised with a huge grin.

That evening, Claire applied to become a spy. She made sure she put Con down as a reference and detailed her two encounters as evidence of her suitability for entry to MI5. She didn't tell Danny because he'd probably just laugh at her. Little did he know - she couldn't wait to show him!

The call from Con came the next evening.

"Claire, I need you to be at the Value Inn on Felcher Road in 45 minutes. Room 201. Look your sexiest. I need you to seduce Mr. Big and get the password from him. I'll meet you there."

Claire chose her underwear for the encounter carefully, in the end deciding on a classic look: a lacy low cut black bra, a tiny matching thong and hold-up stockings. She slipped into an emerald green satin dress that plunged to reveal a deep valley of cleavage and hugged her sinuous hips silkily. She also decided on shocking red lipstick and green eye-shadow and brushed her long red hair until it shone, leaving it loose across her shoulders.

She looked as hot as she possibly could.

When she got to room 201, she paused nervously before she knocked. She breathed a huge sigh of relief when Con opened the door.

"Oh fuck me, you look seriously seriously hot. Wow!" he exclaimed when he saw her, his jaw dropping.

Claire blushed. "Thanks. Where is he?"

"Oh, yeah. Um, Mr. Big will be here in half an hour," he replied. "I just wanted to make sure you knew what you were doing. Just to be sure you're being seductive enough, why don't you show me what you've got on under that dress?"

Claire undressed quickly and gave him a twirl.

"Oh, yeah, baby. You look smoking hot," Con murmured as she bent over to allow him a good view of her pert bum, bulging pussy and long smooth legs.

Claire came and sat on the bed next to Con. "So, what do I need to do? You know, with Mr. Big."

Con ignored her, staring at her huge bosom.

"Con! Stop looking at my boobs! He'll be here soon and I don't understand my mission," Claire complained irately.

"Um, oh, yeah, sorry. It's just that, well I know you're here to seduce Mr. Big, but look what you've done to me." Con replied standing up in front of her, releasing his erection a foot from her face.

"Oh, Con!" Claire reddened, not believing what he was doing.

"Sorry, Claire. I just can't think right now. You're body is so amazing, please give it a quick suck. I won't take long and then I can brief your mission properly," he begged.

Claire sighed in annoyance. Still, she was here trying to be as seductive as possible so it was no surprise that Con had got a hard-on looking over her lovely tight body. And she had to find out all about her mission so she needed him to focus.

She gave his cock a sticky kiss, marking the tip with her lipstick, before sliding her mouth down him all the way to his balls.

Con moaned in pleasure as Claire began to bob her head frenetically as he squeezed her magnificent breasts, unable to contain his excitement. He came quickly, filling her mouth with his familiar rank jism.

Claire swallowed and cleaned him up with her agile tongue before popping a mint into her mouth as he explained what she had do that night.

"Thanks, Claire. Right, let's get back into character. Even though you're supposed to be my girlfriend, Mr. Big was really impressed with the way you sucked him off yesterday and he wants more. Now normally I wouldn't just hand over my girlfriend to a business contact like she was a cheap slut but I thought it would be a great opportunity for you to use your amazing body to seduce him and find out his secret terrorist password."

"His terrorist password?" Claire asked puzzled.

"Yes. All terrorists have secret passwords so that they can identify other members of their evil organisations. Your job tonight, Claire is to do whatever it takes to find out that password."

"Um, OK," Claire said unsurely, but trusting Con's MI5 background. After all, he was a secret agent.

"Just do whatever he wants and I'm sure he'll trust you enough to divulge anything. He'll be here in ten minutes. And don't forget your Romanian accent."

Con left, wishing her luck, while Claire reapplied her makeup and made sure her hair was tidy.

When the knock came at the door, Claire jumped, as nervous as she'd ever been. Come on, Claire; you can do this, she thought bravely to herself.

Mr. Big was as she remembered. Stick thin, old and wrinkled. He was wearing a shiny looking suit over a white t-shirt.

"Ah, hello Clarina," Mr Big said, greedily running his hands over her huge boobs and down her hips while he kissed her. "You look delicious."

Claire did her best to put on a heavy Eastern European accent.

"Zank you, Mr. Big." She came to a halt not knowing what to say next before deciding to get to the heart of the matter. "Um, vould you like me to suck your cock first or do you just vant to fuck?"

Mr. Big wanted to have his cock sucked first.

Over the next two hours, Claire did everything she feasibly could to take Mr. Big's wrinkly pasty body to heaven, using her hands, mouth, breasts and pussy to stimulate his genitals as completely and satisfyingly as possible.

Not only did she lovingly suck his grey crusty cock, she adoringly licked his hairy balls, she tenderly nibbled his craggy shaft and she bravely tongued his repellent arsehole.

She didn't just fuck him with her on top, her enormous tits bouncing in his face, or doggy-style, her delightful arse wobbling as she writhed her hips athletically back against him. In additions, she bent her lithe body into unusual and extraordinary positions, desperately sliding her tight hot cunt up and down his member in novel and exhilarating ways.

She dropped a few hints about wanting to join his organisation to see whether he would give her the password but this proved difficult as she realised she didn't know what his organisation actually did.

It was after he had come twice, once in her mouth, once in her pussy, that she made some progress.

She had made a herculean effort to lick him hard for a third time, using every trick she knew to get him rigid once more. As she sucked him, she considered what she could now do to give him even more joy. She decided to play her trump card.

"Mr. Big," she hissed seductively in her exaggerated accent. "Vould you like to try out my arsehole? It eez very tight and I vill clench for your pleazure."

Within thirty seconds, Claire was squealing as Mr. Big slowly pushed his long thin dick into her tightest, naughtiest and most exotic hole.

"Ugh!" she grunted as he thrust in another inch. "Oh, yes, Mr. Big. Fuck my tight butt. Do it to me up my arse. Ugh!" she squeaked as his cock finally slid all the way into her tiny puckered browny-red bumhole.

It took Claire a few minutes to get used once more to feeling of a cock forcefully rogering her arse but, when she'd recovered her composure, she then tried her best to get him to divulge her password.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Big. I love how your huge rough cock is splitting apart my tiny sweet bottom. I never vant you to stop doing my arse."

"Oh, yes, Claire, I mean, Clarina. You're fucking fantastic. You're just so fucking tight. I love you," he screamed his orgasm as she pushed her hips back against him and clenched her butt to milk him dry.

Afterwards, Claire, swallowing her revulsion, licked his cock clean even though it was fresh from her own arse.

"Mr. Big, I enjoyed that so much. You are ze best lover I have ever had! Let's do it again. I vill do anything you want. I can be even dirtier!"

"OK, love. I really can't go again now though." Mr. Big sighed in satisfaction as Claire slid her tongue under his soiled foreskin and swirled it around as he softened.

Claire tried her final gambit. "I know, Mr. Big! Let me join your group. Please, tell me the password. I will do any-zing you want. Any-zing!" she begged in her best Romanian accent,

Mr. Big smiled sinisterly. For a second Claire's heart leapt into her throat. Had she been found out?

But then he continued. "Password. Of course, Clarina. I can see that you are a very trustworthy individual and you would be a real plus for the organisation. The password is 'gullible'."

Claire clapped her hands girlishly and gave Mr. Big a hug. He took the opportunity to feel her bum and finger her arsehole. "Oh, thank you, I mean, zank you."

Eventually, Claire said goodbye to Mr. Big, having promised him she would meet up with him next week and bring along a leather minidress, a foot-long dildo and some chocolate spread.

She got home and sat down to call Con with the great news, wincing slightly at her sore butt.

"Con! I did it! The password is 'gullible'!"

"Really, that's brilliant," Con answered on the phone, laughing out loud.

Claire was delighted that he was so happy at her work.

"How did it go?" Con asked. "Don't leave out any details."

Claire gave Con a blow by blow, and suck by suck, account of the evening's events. He asked several specific questions about what she had done and even sounded slightly agitated and out-of-breath as she told him about some of the positions they had tried and how she had begged Mr. Big to bugger her.

He seemed to relax quite suddenly, even expressing his pleasure at Claire's work with a muffled, "Oh, yeah, baby!" on the other end of the line.

"Are you OK, Con?" Claire asked in concern as he cried out.

"Um, what? Er, yes, I'm fine. Just really excited at how well you've done tonight. When can we next meet up, Claire? I think we might need to recreate every detail of your evening with Mr. Big. Just to make sure we haven't missed anything important, of course."

"Oh, OK," Claire agreed. "How about tomorrow? Although I think I'll bring some lubricant to stop my arse getting sore again."




Claire's Career Ch. 05: The Secret Agent



"Er, yes. Good idea. Tomorrow would be great," Con replied.

"Oh, Con. Thank you so much for helping become an agent," Claire sighed gratefully. "I just wish I could repay you somehow."

The phone went silent for a few seconds before Con replied.

"Don't worry, Claire. You don't need to do anything. It's a real pleasure working with you."

Claire smiled happily. She loved her new job. She was Bell. Claire Bell. Secret Agent.



Claire's Career Ch. 06: The Corporate Trainer



Part 6: The Corporate Trainer

A big thanks to those Claire fans out there who have inspired this story and indeed suggested the central theme. Keep those ideas coming and please keep voting -- it motivates me to write more!

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Claire re-read the rejection letter from MI5 once more and sighed.

She had felt certain that, after her exciting missions with top secret agent Conn Fiddle, she would be accepted as a trainee spy with Britain's secret service, MI5. She had met Conn in a bar when he'd ask for help to pose as his girlfriend to fool some criminals. She had then spent an exciting few days including meeting and seducing a top terrorist, Mr. Big, to extract his most precious secrets much like a modern day Mata Hari.

However three days ago she had received the rejection and her hopes had been dashed.

When she'd found out, she had called Conn and he had agreed to meet her in the local red light district under the cover of prostitute and punter. She had dressed in as tarty a way as she could, as requested, and, after she had refused two offers from kerb-crawlers and fended off an attack from a disgruntled professional, he had picked her up and driven her to a quiet street.

She had explained what had happened and he had promised to sort it out all out and get back to her the next day.

"It must be an administrative error. Let me call my handler and arrange a meeting for you. Now as we're here under cover and just in case anyone followed us we'd better live up to our roles. Here, give this a suck and get your tits out," he'd said unzipping his cock.

She had spent the next hour having sex with him in various ways until he had confirmed that the coast was clear and that any observers would be convinced of their intentions. She knew that her boyfriend, Danny, wouldn't have been happy about this but it was just a job and he didn't need to know.

Unfortunately, Conn hadn't called the next day and when she'd tried to call him, his number had been unobtainable. She'd even called MI5 but, unsurprisingly she supposed, they didn't give out any details of agents.

Supposing that he's had to go into deep cover, she cursed her luck and threw the letter in the bin. She had really been looking forward to surprising Danny with the great news that she'd finally got a job, and a responsible and exciting one at that. It looked like her long job search would continue. She just couldn't seem to hold down a job without something happening to her.

She knew that she was a fit young well-turned-out woman; she was slender and tall with red hair, green eyes and freckles. Her body was both busty and leggy and, although she wasn't a rocket scientist, nor was she completely stupid even though Danny seemed to hold the view that she was often a touch naïve when it came to the motives of a certain type of man.

In any case it looked like it was time to scour the job ads once more.

Surprisingly, she found a suitable opportunity in the back of the local paper almost immediately.

A small advert in the personal columns stated, "Small Corporate Training Agency looking for Bright, Enthusiastic and Dynamic trainers willing to give 100%. No experience necessary." It ended with a contact name, Bobby Flapjack, and a mobile number.

Excited, she called and made and appointment to see Bobby that afternoon. She decided not to tell Danny just in case he raised any objections. Once she had the job she would let him know, she said to herself confidently.

The address she found herself later that afternoon was over a Chinese takeaway on the High Street. She carefully walked up the rickety outside stairs in her 4 inch leopard-print stiletto heels holding onto the wobbly banister and cursing her shoe choice. 

As ever, she had decided to make sure she looked her best for the interview. She was wearing a low-cut cream stretchy mini-dress that hugged her stupendous figure enticingly as well as matching linen jacket. Because of the clingy nature of the dress, she was wearing her skimpiest underwear, a transparent red half-cup bra and a tiny matching g-string as well as her usual black patterned hold-up stockings. Looking good always made her feel confident.

She pressed the doorbell marked BF Corporate Training at the top of the stairs and waited. She was sure she could hear some shouting from inside the flat followed by the sound of a slap.

Suddenly the door was pulled open and a short yet exceptionally pretty Asian woman stormed out, bumping into Claire.

"Oh!" she exclaimed in surprise. She looked Claire up and down. "If you're here about the job then I'd leave now! You have no idea what that filthy pervert just asked me to do!" she said as she skipped down the stairs.

Claire was flabbergasted. She turned to see a short heavy-jowled overweight man in his forties hobbling towards the door. He had droopy moustache and, despite a receding hairline, shoulder-length curly black hair. He was wearing a slightly shiny suit that was a few sizes to small for him. He also had a huge red mark on his left cheek in the shape of a hand.

He smiled warmly as he grabbed Claire's hand before she could leave, revealing crooked yellow teeth.

"Please ignore her! She just doesn't have the commitment I'm looking for. I can tell immediately though that you're a determined woman and won't let minor issues stand in your way," he said.

Claire didn't know what to do although she was flattered that he had discerned her never-say-die attitude so quickly from just a glance. "Um, er, well..." she started to reply.

"You must be Claire," he interrupted. "My name is Bobby Flapjack. Please come in."

She might as well go in for an interview, she thought. What harm could it do?

She found herself in a reasonably tidy but obviously bachelor-inhabited flat.

"Please come into my office," Bobby said guiding her to a mid-sized room with a desk, a meeting table and a few chairs. There were files and papers strewn across the desk around a PC and a dozen or so impressive-looking certificates framed on the walls.

"Have a seat please, Claire. No need for formality. Would you like a drink, perhaps?"

While Bobby went to get Claire a glass of water, she read his diplomas and credentials. BF Corporate Training had been accredited for various different types of training by various official-sounding bodies. Reassured by this, Claire began to relax.

For the next twenty minutes, Bobby explained that BF used a number of self-employed contractors to provide training for small and medium-sized companies across the south-east of England covering different types of training ranging from specialist human resources to general management skills development.

However, times had been lean of late with the troubled economy and Bobby had come up with the idea of specialising more in helping companies avoid one of the business world's fastest rising costs: claims for sexual harassment and discrimination.

Therefore he was looking to permanently recruit an eager helper who would be able to help him train exactly what was sexual harassment and what wasn't.

As Bobby continued to explain, Claire began to feel excited. This was something she would be able to do and would also satisfy Danny's request that she stay away from unscrupulous men who might take advantage of her alleged gullibility. What better role than that of an expert on avoiding sexual harassment!

Bobby asked her a few more questions about her recent employment history and her skills and so forth and seemed to be impressed by her enthusiastic answers and obvious keenness.

"Right, Claire. I do think that you might be very suitable for me but there are a few more tests that I need you to take in order to demonstrate you really are the right person for this job. I also need you to show your commitment to having to role play some extremely delicate and difficult situations," he said.

Claire immediately replied, "I'm sure I'll be able to do a great job. And there's nothing I wouldn't do to prove it."

Bobby smiled at her, slightly unnervingly, showing her those horrible teeth once again.

"Right, first things first. You will be working with some top male executives and testing their ability to resist the temptation to harass you sexually. To do that I need to be sure that they will find it very difficult not to be attracted to you. Now obviously it would very wrong for me to check out your figure without your permission. Would you mind standing up for me here please and maybe taking your jacket off so I can confirm you're sexy enough?"

Claire didn't hesitate to jump up and walk around to Bobby's side of the desk, discarding her jacket on the way. She was really pleased that she'd made the effort today to look great with her red hair tied up in a long high pony tail and her face made up fully with bright red lipstick and glittery green eye shadow.

She put her hands on her hips, raised one heel off the ground and leaned over him in an effort to exude sexuality.

"How's that, Bobby? Do you like my body?" she asked innocently, looking him in the eye.

Bobby cleared his throat. "Er..."

Claire turned around and looked back over her shoulder confident that her tight dress left little to the imagination as far as her figure went.

Bobby didn't seem that sure though. "I don't know, Claire I can't really tell. I mean for instance you could be wearing a padded bra or maybe a corset..."

Claire looked down at her deep creamy cleavage and the long clean sweep of her hips. It seemed fairly obvious to her that this wasn't the case but she supposed that a man of Bobby's appearance probably didn't have much opportunity to study the female body intimately.

She had an idea.

"Bobby, I know this might be a bit outside of normal interview practice but how about I take my dress off so you can have a really good look at my body," she suggested.

Bobby remained silent for long moment. She thought, judging from how red his face had become, that she had made him angry with her unconventional proposal but before she could apologise, he smiled and said, "That's a great idea!"

Claire smiled back happily before grabbing the hem of her dress and pulling it over her head. While she was doing so she heard Bobby mutter something.

"Are you OK?" she asked dropping the dress behind her.

Bobby crossed his legs and said, "I'm fine," squeakily.

"So what do you think?" Claire asked, lifting her pale freckled boobs to show him how real they were, although conscious that her nipples were barely covered and, in any case, could be seen through the transparent red lace of the bra.

Bobby nodded in wonder at her boobs. "Yes, they're definitely real. I can tell," he said reaching out to take one in each hand and give them a good grope.

Claire, a touch surprised at Bobby's direct methods, nevertheless allowed him to squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples through her bra until her was certain they were genuine.

With a sigh, Bobby eventually allowed his hands to drop. Claire turned to give him a good view of her tight arse which appeared virtually bare, the string of her thong disappearing into her delicious bum-crack.

"Am I attractive enough, Bobby?" Claire asked looking back over her shoulder at him.

Bobby paused briefly before nodding. "Yes, I think you could say that," he agreed.

"Oh good!" she replied jumping up and down and clapping her hands girlishly, causing her nipples to pop out of the top of her bra. She put them back in, hoping Bobby hadn't noticed. He certainly didn't say anything so she didn't mention it.

"OK, that's great," Bobby said. "We've established you're attractive. The next step is to see whether you have the resilience and the ability to ignore distractions to be a really good trainer."

Claire was about to put her dress back on but stopped, intrigued by Bobby's statement. "What do you mean?"

"As part of the training we'll be showing the client exactly what is acceptable and what isn't as far as interaction with the opposite sex goes. Sometimes clients can be a bit random and you need to be able to manage anything they throw at you. We might have to let them go too far to show them that some of their behaviour is unacceptable. I need to know you can handle it."

Claire nodded in understanding. "Right. OK," she said determinedly.

"As it happens, I have a client coming in a few minutes for some training on the recognition of sexual harassment. I suppose I could...," he started. "No, maybe it wouldn't be such a good idea."

"Oh, no, go on. What were you going to say?" Claire said, eager to prove herself.

"Well, I was considering using you to show the client what he can and can't do but I'm worried that I'd be throwing you in at the deep end," he said, shaking his head.

"Oh, no, please, Mr. Flapjack. Give me a chance; I'm sure I can do it!" Claire pleaded.

Bobby paused for a minute to reflect. He stood up decisively. "Oh, go on then! Let me call the client just to make sure he's all right with that."

Claire, forgetting she was still only in her underwear yet ecstatic at the opportunity, jumped up and down before grabbing Bobby and giving him a hug. In return, he buried his face between her breasts and squeezed her bottom before Claire let him go.

"Right, I'll be back in a minute," he said, snatching his mobile and leaving the room awkwardly.

Claire took the opportunity to get back into her dress and check her makeup. She could hear Bobby talking animatedly on the phone but couldn't distinguish exactly what he was saying.

She was back to looking her best by the time Bobby came back in.

"Right, he's on his way," he said.

"Brilliant!" Claire said. "Is he a really important businessman?"

"Er, well, yeah, I suppose. He's called Kevin Wragg and he's the landlord of the White Hart, you know, the pub across the road."

"Oh," Claire said, a little surprised but she supposed that even pub landlords would have to be wary of sexual harassment particularly as there were often a lot of attractive barmaids at the White Hart.

"So what do I need to do?" she asked.

"Right, here's where I need your help. I could explain what sexual harassment to the client through words alone is but it will be a lot more effective to show him by using you as a kind of mannequin. Just go along with the situation that we're role playing even if it develops into something that is obviously a wrong situation. Sometimes getting things wrong is a great way of learning."

"OK," Claire nodded, grateful for her past acting experience.

They were interrupted by the harsh buzz of the doorbell.

Kevin turned out to be an older gentleman, in his fifties, with a huge beer belly peeping out from under his tight black ACDC t-shirt. He was virtually bald apart from an unflattering fringe of long straight greasy grey hair around the sides and back of his head. His eyes were protuberant and lecherous.

"Hi Kev, this is Claire Bell," Bobby said as he entered the office.

Claire immediately felt a little uncomfortable as Kevin's eyes wandered over her body, hungrily taking in her huge breasts and luscious slim figure. If there were anyone who needed training in respecting women, it was most definitely Kevin!

"Hi, lovely to meet you," he said, grabbing her offered hand and stroking it creepily.

After another cup of tea, during which Kevin didn't take his eyes of Claire, Bobby stood up and suggested they get down to business.

"Claire, why don't you stand at the desk here. Now I want you to pretend that you're working as a barmaid and that Kevin is your boss. Are you ready to get into character?"

Claire seated herself and nodded in response.

"OK, Kevin, why don't you pretend that Claire is learning to pull a pint and you're helping her. Why don't you stand behind her and talk to her for a few minutes and just do what comes naturally? Just treat her like you would any of those lovely young barmaids you employ at the pub. Then we'll pause and assess how you've done."

Claire began to pretend to draw a pint of beer in an invisible hand pump at an invisible bar, conscious that Kevin was standing right up behind her, his stomach and crotch pressing against her back and doing his best to look down the front of her dress. She jumped when he slid his arms round her to pretend he was guiding her hands at the bar. 

"That's right, darling. Nice and smooth with so you don't get too big a head on the pint," he said.

"Er. Um. Thanks, Mr. Wragg. I think I've got it now," she answered.

"Good, good," he replied. Claire flinched as Kevin's hands casually slid up her taut flat stomach to cup her breasts and gave them a firm squeeze. "I must say, Miss Bell, you really do have fantastic tits. I've never seen a natural pair so big yet so firm."

"Um. Er. Well, er, thank you, Mr. Wragg," she replied, doing her best to ignore him slipping his fingers down the front of her dress and tweaking her nipples.

"Why don't you get them out so I can have good feel while you finish pulling that pint?"

Claire's eyes widened in alarm at Kevin's rude suggestion but, when Bobby didn't say anything, she sighed, stepped back and pulled her dress off up over her head.

"Oh, fuck me, you're gorgeous, Miss Bell," Kevin said.

Claire, remembering Bobby's warning to let the role play develop naturally, turned around and allowed Kevin to grope her tits through her skimpy scarlet bra, uncomfortably aware of the bulge in his jeans rubbing at her bum. She just hoped that Bobby appreciated her commitment and would be willing to give her a job.

"Right Kevin, let's pause it there; do you know where you went wrong?"

Kevin, still playing with her breasts and rubbing his cock into her arse, grunted a "no" in reply.

"Claire, stand here please. Kevin, in a work situation, you're not really supposed to grab a woman's breasts like this," Bobby said, reaching out to squeeze her boobs, continuing to fondle her as he talked.

"Really?" Kevin replied. "What about her arse? Can I cop a feel of that?" he said, sliding his hand up her thighs, over her stocking tops and groping her pert buttocks, almost causing her to screech in surprise.

"No, you probably shouldn't do that either and nor should you touch her pussy like this," Bobby replied, allowing one of his hands to drop to her crotch to lewdly cup her cunt, before sliding his hand inside her thong to finger her briefly.

Despite her resolve to remain calm and disinterested, Claire let out a squeal at this latest invasion. "Oooh!" She hadn't realised that Bobby's methods would be so hands-on.

"OK, carry on, please," Bobby said, stepping back and allowing them to continue, his finger slipping stickily from her pussy.

"Right, where were we?" Kevin mused. "Oh, I know. I was fondling your boobs. Tell you what: go on, get your tits out," he encouraged. Claire almost shook her head. He'd got it wrong again! She waited briefly for Bobby to intervene but when he remained silent, she signed once more and reached behind her back to unclip her bra, revealing her fat creamy tits.

"Oh, fuck me, those are amazing, Miss Bell," Kevin exclaimed, taking her enormous boobs in both hands and pinching her nipples cruelly. Claire squeaked in alarm at his rough treatment of her perfect breasts but didn't try to stop him even when he bent his shiny head down to her boobs and sucked her tits, one at a time.

Claire was impressed with just how anatomically thorough the training was in terms of exactly what was allowed or not. And, although she hadn't realised just how demanding such training could be, she was determined to remain calm and get the job.

However, after Kevin had finally stopped sucking her boobs, she was beginning to wonder just how far this role play would go. She didn't have to wait long to find out.




Claire's Career Ch. 06: The Corporate Trainer



"I think you should kiss my cock, Miss Bell. It's all right no-one can see: you're behind the bar," Kevin said, breathing heavily. He stepped back, unzipped his trousers and released his ugly grubby erection, waving it at her.

Claire was astounded. Did Kevin really ask his bar maids to kiss his cock? Again she waited for Bobby to step in but he just smiled at her, his misshapen discoloured teeth grossing her out. It looked like she'd just have to go through with it.

She took a breath, knelt down and gave his cock a quick sticky peck, leaving a red lipstick mark on the tip.

"Very good, Miss Bell," Kevin groaned before grabbing her by the back of her head and pushing himself past her lips and into her mouth.

Claire, her stunning green eyes wide in surprise, made some inarticulate noises around her mouthful of cock but did her best not to pull away as he began to determinedly slide himself in and out of her.

"Oh, yeah, Miss Bell. That's good. You give great head. Suck it, you little slut," Kevin moaned as he fucked Claire's poor mouth.

Anxious to finish him off quickly, she swirled her tongue around his head before beginning to suck as hard as she could, keen to show that being forced to give oral sex by a stranger in no way fazed her.

For the next few minutes all that could be heard in the office was the wet squelching sound of Claire's mouth and tongue sliding up and down Kevin's cock and the occasional groan of delight from Kevin himself as he groped one of her huge breasts with one hand and pulled her head towards him with the other.

"Oh, fuck, I'm coming!" Kevin shouted as he began to flood Claire's beautiful red-lipped pink-tongued mouth with rank sticky jism.

Disgusted with how quickly he was filling her mouth with his horrid spunk, Claire considered spitting it out but, not wanting to make a mess on Bobby's carpet, she reluctantly swallowed Kevin's repellent gunk.

Once he had finished spurting off over her tongue, Kevin sighed in relief and sat back on the desk

"Fuck me, that was amazing. What a tart!" he said happily.

Licking her lips clean of a few stray drops of cum, Claire stood up and turned to Bobby who was smiling broadly.

"Brilliant work, well done, Claire. Now I could have stepped in a bit earlier, Kevin, but I didn't want to interrupt you. What I can say is that if you were to try that with one of your employees, she would have a very good case for sexual harassment."

"Really?" Kevin said, shaking his head. "Whatever is the world coming to? What about fucking them?"

"Do you mean like this?" Bobby answered. "Claire, come here please and take off that thong. I just want to show Kevin something."

Puzzled, Claire discarded her panties so that she was left in her stockings and heels, causing Bobby to groan out loud as her small strip of ruby pubic hair and long wet pink cunt lips were revealed.

He kicked the chair away, indicating that Claire should bend over the desk and continue to pretend she was serving at the bar. She wasn't surprised when he dropped his trousers and, standing behind her, positioned his erection at the entrance to her tight pussy. Despite his general lack of physical appeal, Bobby's penis was long and thick, if a little hairier than perfect.

Claire tried hard to ignore the fact a large cock was being pushed into her wet hole but, once he was all the way in, she began to struggle to maintain her calm façade. In fact, as he grabbed hold of her substantial knockers and began to ram into her fast and hard, she let out a squeal of consternation.

Bobby. Breathing hard, continued to talk to Kevin as if she weren't there. "Unfortunately, fucking your employees like this could also be considered sexual harassment unless, of course, they make the first move."

"Really?" Kevin said, who looked as if he were trying not to laugh for some reason.

Despite the fact that they were only having sex as a demonstration and that Mr. Flapjack could in no way be considered attractive, Claire found herself getting more and more aroused as he fucked her powerfully from behind with his substantial cock.

"Ooh! Ugh. Ugh," she grunted, uncomfortably aware that his large penis was bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.

So it was a bitter-sweet feeling when Bobby swore out loud and began pumping what seemed like an enormous quantity of spunk deep inside her pussy before she could reach her own climax.

"Oh, fuck, yes. That's fucking fantastic!" he exclaimed, collapsing on top of her.

Claire, frustrated by her lack of satisfaction yet pleased she hadn't lost complete control, waited a few seconds before tentatively asking, "Er, have we finished the role play yet?"

"What? Oh. Yes. We're done," Bobby said, standing up and sliding his softening cock out of her sodden cunt.

As Kevin & Bobby talked in main part of the flat, Claire got dressed and cleaned herself up as best she could with the help of a box of tissues. She could see Kevin handing over a sheaf of banknotes to Bobby, as payment for his training, she supposed. It seemed training was quite a lucrative industry which was another reason to get this job.

Bobby walked back into the office, having seen Kevin out.

Claire turned to him. "How did I do?" she asked.

Bobby looked at her with an inscrutable expression before smiling his ugly smile. "I have to say, Claire, that was brilliant. I really thought I might have disconcerted you at the end there when I entered you roughly from behind but you kept it together. Well done."

Claire smiled, happy that she had proved herself. "Oh, I'm so pleased. Do I get the job?"

Bobby cleared his throat. "We're almost there. I just need to test your knowledge of what is sexual harassment and what isn't. Obviously the scenario we've just enacted with Kevin would be considering pretty close to the line by most experts!"

Claire nodded in agreement.

He continued, "So why we try out a few more pretend situations?"

Claire nodded and smoothed back her hair nervously as Bobby sat back down in his chair.

"Right, why don't we switch roles? After all, sexual harassment can be perpetrated by women as well as men. Let's pretend that you're my boss and that I'm an attractive young man in your office whom you really fancy."

Claire raised her eyebrows at this stretch of the imagination but replied, "Erm, OK."

"So now, why don't you do some things to me that you would consider sexual harassment. I'll let you know if they are."

Claire stepped back to consider.

"Um, maybe if I were to put my arm around you when we're talking?" she suggested.

"Go on, act it out. Doing is the best way to learn!" Bobby said wisely.

Claire stood beside him, allowing her arm to settle across his shoulders. "How's that?" she said leaning over him. She noticed Bobby looking down her cleavage before he answered.

"It depends -- some might find it OK, some might not. Go on: do something a bit more risqué."

"Oh, I know!" She turned to stand in front of Bobby and sat down on his lap face-to-face, straddling him with her legs apart. "What about this?"

He replied, "Hmmm, I suppose you could just be looking for a place to sit if there were no other chairs in the room.

Claire hadn't thought of that. "OK, how about this?" She began to grind her peachy firm arse over Bobby's crotch, certain that this would be going too far.

Bobby took his time to consider, idly feeling her breasts while she rubbed herself on him.

Eventually he replied, "Perhaps you could just be scratching your bottom."

Claire thought that surely there were better ways to scratch her bum but bowed to Bobby's superior knowledge.

"OK, what if I did this?" she asked, yanking down her dress and bra and pulling Bobby's face towards her huge fat tits with their small high red nipples.

Bobby took an age to answer this time. As he held her boobs together and buried his nose into her cleavage, she guessed that this situation really would be considered harassment. And when he started to lick and suck her nipples, moaning as his cock twitched against her crotch, she was sure.

This continued for a few more minutes until Claire, acutely conscious that she could feel his full erection under her arse, asked, "Er, Bobby?"

Bobby looked up, his expression befuddled. "What? Oh, yes. Sorry?"

"Am I harassing you?" she asked a touch impatiently.

"Er, yes. I think I can safely say that this would be going perhaps a step too far in the office."

"Oh, great! I got it right!" Claire laughed enthusiastically, bouncing up and down on Bobby's lap.

"Yes, very good," he confirmed in a high voice.

"So do I get the job?" Claire asked with anticipation.

Bobby shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

"Oh, I don't know, Claire. You've done very well. You're definitely attractive enough. You are difficult to disconcert. You were very professional with Kevin. And you can recognise sexual harassment. It's just that I'm struggling to make a decision. For some reason, I feel distracted." His erection twitched under her pussy.

"Um, would it help if I got of your lap?" Claire asked, jumping off.

Bobby reached up with his left hand and squeezed her butt. "No, I still feel a little preoccupied. I don't know what it is but just can't decide!" he said, shaking his head.

Claire glanced down at his crotch. She could clearly see his hard-on bulging in his trousers. A thought came to her.

Bobby had been so focused on interviewing her that he didn't realise that he had developed an erection when she had writhed around on his lap! Knowing men the way she did, Claire wasn't in the least surprised that Bobby was struggling to decide anything with a hard penis!

"Er, Bobby. I think I know what's distracting you," she said.

He looked up from breasts, which he had been unconsciously studying. "Really? What is it?"

Claire pointed between his legs. "Look!"

Bobby looked down. "Oh no! How embarrassing! How did that happen?"

Claire blushed as she explained. "Oh, I think it was my fault. You know, when I was rubbing my arse on your cock. Sorry!"

"Ah, yes. That explains. In any case, I think you're right. Oh, well. I'll just have to make a decision tomorrow. I think a couple more people are coming to see me later in any case. I should probably meet them before I make a final decision," he said.

Claire's eyes widened in alarm. If he were to see someone else then there was just a chance she might lose the job. She had to do something!

"No wait! Maybe I can help to ease your distraction," she said, kneeling down in front of him.

"Claire, whatever can you mean?" Bobby asked, looking down at her stunning upturned face.

"Well, I know it's not very usual but I do feel a guilty about making you hard so I was just wondering if I could make it better for you," she suggested. "You know, give you some relief."

"I see. Well I just don't know. I mean I know earlier on I did thrust my hard penis in and out of your delightful pussy but that was just part of our client training. Hmmm, well I suppose there's no real harm in it. After all we're both professionals. Go on then. I'll let you suck me off."

Claire, who had been about to offer him a handjob was slightly taken aback by his request for oral sex but recovered quickly. After all, she needed him back to a state in which he could make a decision and if she had to use her able mouth to do so then so be it.

She unzipped his flies and released his cock before licking the end with her long pink tongue, swirling it around under his loose foreskin, doing her best to ignore the heady taste of her own pussy. Then she licked her way down his thick shaft, planting the occasional kiss on his turgid member until she got to his heavy balls which she tongued lovingly. After sucking each of them in turn she began to slowly masturbate him with both hands whilst flicking the very tip of her tongue all over his glans, leaving it wet with her saliva.

Bobby began to moan in pleasure as she gently sucked his dong whilst unhurriedly bobbing her head up and down. Gradually she increased the suction on his cock as well as the pace of her bobbing until her head was a blur on him.

Despite his recent climax, it took no more than ten minutes of frenetic sucking and slurping before Bobby exploded in her mouth, rewarding her determined diligence with a large mouthful of creamy sharp spunk.

Claire swallowed without thought, making sure she lapped up the last few drops that oozed from the slit of his penis. Then with a satisfied kiss, she tucked him back into his pants and zipped him back up.

She looked up at Bobby with her sparkling green eyes and smiled. "So, do I get the job?"

Bobby nodded, "You start tomorrow!"

That evening, Claire explained to Danny what her new job would be. As she'd hoped he seemed very supportive although she didn't exactly explain the interview process and she probably made BF Corporate Training sound a little more grand than it actually was.

In any case, with Danny's blessing, Claire went back to see Bobby the next morning to start work proper.

Over the next few days, Claire was put through her paces by Bobby. He gave her some files to read covering discrimination law which she found extremely hard going. So whenever there was choice, Claire chose to work on the practical aspects of her training as much as possible.

Much like her interview, Bobby spent a lot of time testing Claire under a series of potential harassment situations to check she understood what harassment was but also to make sure she was ready to handle anything the clients threw at her.

Often he would grope and fondle her while she tried to study the impenetrable theory of discrimination law.

Claire hated law so much that she would actually feel relieved when Bobby took matters further by pulling down her knickers and fucking her or forcing her down to her knees to suck him off. Indeed she often found herself coming after he gave her a good long hard shag, although she did her best to keep her orgasms low-key so as to appear composed and professional.

The only time she ever felt truly worried, was when, whilst she was trying to understand the numerous and incomprehensible amendments to the Sex Discrimination Act (1975), Bobby bent her over a table, pulled her dress up and her knickers aside and started anointing her arsehole with some hand lotion he had lying around.

Quickly discerning what he was about to do, Claire opened her mouth to protest. After all, she didn't mind having her deliciously moist pussy abused but was concerned that his cock would be too big for tiny sweet butthole. However before she could say anything, Bobby thrust a good few inches of his throbbing erection up her tight bum.

"Ooooooh!" Claire screeched in surprise and not a little discomfort as her anus was invaded by his cock.

As he began to slide in and out of her snug bum-passage, Claire did her best to concentrate on her reading but soon gave up as Bobby pushed his entire length up her, causing her to scream out, "Oh, fuck!" in consternation.

Luckily for Claire the tightness of his cock's fit up her arse meant that Bobby came very quickly, inundating her rectum with spunk, although she did feel a little sore for the rest of the day.

On other occasions, often in the morning, she would sometimes see that Bobby had developed an erection usually after she had bent over him, inadvertently showing off her deep creamy cleavage, or even allowing a part of her lush curvaceous body to accidentally brush against him. Taking pity on him and keen to prove herself indispensable, she would usually offer to suck him off until this practice developed into a ritual blowjob as her first task of the day.

It was while she was frantically bobbing her head up and down on his crotch one morning that Bobby had revealed that her first training session proper with a group of clients would be the next day.

She had pulled back from his cock in surprise at this statement, disturbing the newspaper he had been reading. "Tomorrow! Really?"

Bobby had lifted his paper aside and signalled to her to continue sucking. As she licked his dick, he continued, "Don't worry. It'll be easy. They're actually old friends of mine. I've told them all about you and they're really keen to be trained by you."

That day, Claire was distracted and nervous as she considered that tomorrow would be her first real training session. So intent was she on her first full client meeting that she didn't even mind that much when Bobby fucked her roughly up the arse again that afternoon, even having the presence of mind to clench her butt around him to heighten his pleasure and accelerate his climax.

Bobby had said that she needed to dress to maximise her attractiveness in order to provide as much temptation as possible to the clients. So, the next day, she brought in a change of outfit with her, not wanting her boyfriend to see what she was going to wear as she couldn't think of a good reason for her choice of attire.

When she got to the office she changed into a tight cropped white t-shirt that lifted her deep cleavage enticingly and revealed her belly button and flat tummy plus her tiniest micro-skirt, a narrow strip of blue material that exposed her stocking tops and suspenders every time she took a step. Finished off by an-above-the-knee pair of black leather stiletto boots, her long red hair in pigtails and her full make-up she looked both stunning and slutty.

In fact, Bobby, who had watched her change, found her so attractive that he begged her to suck him off before the clients arrived which she did as a favour while he played with her tits. He came in her mouth, just five minutes before the meeting so that she had to rush to brush her teeth and reapply her lipstick. She had to look her best: she was determined to prove herself to Bobby by providing the best training session she could.

When they arrived, Claire was a bit surprised by the clients. Once more she had been expecting top businesspeople in suits but they turned out to be eight unshaven men wearing casual clothing. One of them was Kevin, the landlord from the White Hart.

He greeted her enthusiastically. "Hello, gorgeous. Fuck me, you look even hotter than you did the other day. Look at those tits, boys! Told you they were amazing." There was a general growling of assent from the others as they looked her up and down hungrily.

Claire, used to attracting crude verbal comments about her sexy appearance, wasn't particularly alarmed at the way they were looking at her and at what they were saying but even so she whispered an aside to Bobby. "Bobby, can I have word in private?"

Bobby and Claire went into his office. "What's up, babe?" he asked, patting her bottom familiarly.

Claire put her hands on her hips. "What's going on? Who are they? I thought they were supposed to be businessmen but it's Kevin and some other blokes!"

Bobby put his hands on Claire's shoulders to calm her. "Claire, Claire, it's fine. Don't worry. We can't pick and choose our clients. We should just focus on spreading best practice as far as avoiding harassment and discrimination claims in the workplace."

Claire could see the sense in that but she was still annoyed. "But who are they? And why's Kevin here again?"

"Basically, they're the darts team from the White Hart. They want to learn all about sexual harassment. And Kevin's here because he can't quite remember everything we taught so he thought he'd join them. Come on, Claire. They're going to pay in hard cash!" he pleaded, his hands dropping to her breasts for a feel.

Claire still wasn't satisfied. "But why would the darts team from the White Hart want to do training on sexual harassment?"

"It's because you're such a good trainer, Claire; Kevin told them how brilliant and valuable the training was and they wanted to try it. Remember, they've all got day jobs in various businesses in which they can apply what we teach them. This is actually great news. We're spreading the word!"




Claire's Career Ch. 06: The Corporate Trainer



Claire thought about this, flattered that Bobby had said that she was a good trainer.

Bobby continued. "And if we can satisfy their needs they'll tell more people and before you know it we'll be running loads of courses! Come on, Claire," he finished, giving her boobs another squeeze.

"Oh, OK. I suppose you're right, Bobby. I guess I'm just a bit nervous," she agreed.

"Don't worry, darling. Let's go and wow them!" Bobby encouraged.

When they returned back to the main room, the clients were sitting on the circle of chairs that Bobby had arranged earlier around a flipchart.

"Right then, Gentlemen. Let's get started with a little theory before we get onto some practical demonstrations," he said eliciting some good natured booing. He and Claire had agreed that she would sit back and let him handle the initial lecture and she would then lead the more hands-on part of the training.

Claire, sat down in a chair at the front next to the flipchart Bobby was using. She crossed her legs, painfully aware that her panties were completely exposed to the audience and wishing that she hadn't taken Bobby's request to dress attractively quite as literally.

She looked around at the clients who were all middle-aged men of various shapes, sizes and races. What they did have in common was that none of them seemed to paying much attention to Bobby.

Rather they were all staring either at her substantial freckled cleavage or up her tiny revealing skirt. Claire blushed delightfully at their attention but kept her mind focused on what Bobby was saying.

However, despite her best efforts, Claire's mind drifted until she was suddenly brought back to reality as she realised his speech was ending.

"And now, guys, time for the practical session," he finished. The delegates cheered heartily.

"Right let me see... George. Come and sit here at the front in this chair. What we're going to do first is see what your tolerance for being tempted into indiscretion by the opposite sex is just so you know your own limits."

George, an attractive large black gentleman with glasses and salt-and-pepper hair, came happily to the fore, accompanied by catcalls and cheers from his comrades.

Claire was slightly bemused. This hadn't been in the script she and Bobby had agreed. She had been expecting to explain to the gentlemen how one could recognize sexual harassment. Obviously Bobby could sense her concern because he gave her a reassuring nod and wink, immediately making her feel better: after all he was the experienced training professional. Beforehand he had emphasised how important flexibility was to a good trainer.

"Claire, what I'd like you to do is do your absolute best to seduce George. His job will be sit there, with his arms folded, and not move his hands no matter what you do to him. Your job is to make him move his hands by tempting him in any way you want." He turned to the delegates and continued. "The idea of this exercise is for you to see how far you can be pushed before you give in to any sexual offers which can quite often lead to charges of harassment or discrimination."

Claire looked at George, who was tall and well-built, with interest. What Bobby had said made sense and she was determined to do a good job.

"OK, do you both know what to do?" Bobby asked.

Claire gave an uncertain nod but George smiled, saying, "No problem," in a deep voice. He sat back, folded his arms and looked straight ahead with no expression on his face.

"Right, you may begin."

Claire didn't know where or how to start. She supposed at least that she was lucky that George was the subject of this exercise. He was by far the best looking man in the room, if not the only good-looking man in the room. Certainly she wouldn't have wanted to get close to any of the others through choice.

She stood in front of George so that he had to look up at her, his impassive face at the height of her chest.

She lent over him, giving him a good view down her t-shirt of her lovely breasts. "Hi, George," she breathed into his ear, careful not to touch him but certain that he would be getting a good sniff of her light playful perfume.

George ignored her so she decided to be a bit more direct, by kissing his ear and then his neck. "Come on, George. Don't you want to play?"

George gave out a deep low growl, sending a shiver down her spine but said nothing.

She stood back up, certain now that she had caught his interest. She noticed that the room had gone strangely silent as the other men watched what she was doing, wide-eyed and rapt.

She decided on her next method of attack and straddled his lap, facing towards him and began to rub her breasts in his face, remembering how effective this had been with Bobby.

"Come on, George, don't you want to touch by great big boobs? They're really firm and fat. I promise you'll like them," she teased sure that he would break at any moment and reach out for her tits.

When he continued to resist, Claire determined to take her seduction a step further and pulled off her t-shirt to the general and noisy approval of the room. She was wearing an elaborate and pretty black bra, her hard nipples poking through the flimsy material.

This time she was careful to ensure her stiff pink nipples rubbed across his mouth causing him to twitch underneath her. She couldn't be sure but his cock felt big.

She tried this for a few more minutes without much response. However, noticing the sweat beading on his forehead, Claire decided to risk it all and unclasped her bra to groans of wonder from the other delegates.

This time when she put her right nipple to his mouth, she almost shrieked when his tongue darted out and licked it lustily before he began to nibble and suck at her breasts with little, if any, control.

She looked around at Bobby in triumph but he just shook his head made a groping gesture with his hands.

Understanding that she had to get George to touch her with his hands, she held his head to her boobs while whispering in his ear. "Go on, George. Don't you want to touch them. Please, look how stiff my nipples are for you. Oh, that's so nice. Please, George, touch me," she pleaded. His cock was rock hard under her arse. It felt huge.

George was making no pretence of holding back now, burying his face between Claire's breasts, enjoying their springy softness and substantial weight. But he still stubbornly refused to unfold his arms. For Claire this was becoming a matter of pride. How could any man dare to resist her?

She stood up and unzipped her skirt. She was wearing a pair of high-cut black briefs that matched her bra. She paused for moment and made a decision before peeling them off, baring her gorgeous butt and tight wet pussy. Once more, there moans of awe from around the room.

George couldn't keep his eyes of her cunt; she decided to give him a treat and lifted one of her long shapely legs onto his shoulder and leaned in towards him so that her pussy was only inches from his face. Unsurprisingly, he bent his head down and kissed right on her clit, before licking down and up her beautiful lips.

Claire, sighed in pleasure as George began licking her pussy in earnest. For a few moments she forgot what she was doing as he lost herself in the glorious feelings his thick tongue was generating between her legs.

It was the shouting and cheering from the other men in the room that finally got through to her. She glanced around to see several of them opening rubbing their crotches at her lascivious display.

Before she got too distracted again, Claire stood away from George and looked down at his dark face, damp with her pussy juices. Right, time for the nuclear option.

She reached down and slowly unzipped his flies to further applause from the others. As she grabbed hold of his cock and pulled it out, she realised just how big George was. Her eyes widened at his considerable length and girth, her hand looking tiny as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft to wank it. It was a dark mahogany brown in colour with a huge deep pink glans at its end like a fat glossy nut.

She looked up at George and realised he had seen her shocked expression, causing her to blush, although not deflecting her from bending down over him so that her mouth was only a few centimetres from the end of his enormous schlong. She breathed over it and looked up at him with her big green eyes.

"Would you like me to kiss it, George? Do you like to have it sucked? Don't you think it would look nice sliding in and out of my pretty red lips? Don't you want to just..." she started to say before George grabbed hold of her head and shoved his erection into her mouth with an enormous thrust.

Over the last few months and despite having a boyfriend, Claire had sound herself with many different penises in her mouth. But it was fair to say that she had never sucked such a large dick nor had her face fucked so thoroughly. George's big hands grabbed hold of her pigtails and bucked his hips upwards whilst pushing her head down into his crotch, causing her to inadvertently deep-throat him. Her first thought was she had won the challenge but then she just began to concentrate on grabbing a breath when she could.

She had no idea for how long George shafted her pretty mouth but it didn't seem too long before he pulled her face off his dick, lifted her up with his big dark hands and impaled her pussy on his long fat hard-on. Claire, her pussy impossibly full, groaned in bliss as he began to lift her up and down on his knob like she was rag doll.

Claire couldn't help herself. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling his head to her boobs to keep herself steady as he took her unresisting body to heaven.

As it was, after her third or fourth orgasm, things became a little hazy.

George had laid her down on the floor and was drilling her powerfully when a small stiff pasty white cock was forced into her mouth. She couldn't see who it was, because of the large pink-grey beer belly hanging over her face and blocking out any view of a face. Not really knowing what else to do, she sucked and licked automatically and was rewarded almost immediately with a spray of pungent spunk on her tongue without ever working out whose dick it was.

She then recalled that George finally pulled out of her and finished off in her mouth as she willingly gulped down floods of his thick salty jism.

After that all she could remember was an enormous quantity of cock.

The nine men in the room (including, she recalled, Bobby) had taken it in turns to abuse her mouth, pussy and even her breasts. In fact it hadn't been long until her arse had been called into action when, for the first time in her life, she found herself being penetrated simultaneously by two men.

Luckily for her neither was the well-endowed Bobby nor the enormously-hung George but even so she couldn't remember ever feeling quite so full of cock in her life, particularly when another member was also thrust into her pretty mouth.

Her ordeal seemed to continue for hours. As soon as she'd satisfied one man, another would take his place. By the time she'd got through them all, the first would be ready for action once again.

And because her breasts, pussy and clit here almost continuously being stimulated, she found herself unable to stop the abuse that her poor lush body was receiving as she was almost perpetually moving towards yet another orgasm.

Eventually, her stomach, rectum and vagina all full of spunk, the hard penises began to dwindle until she was left pretty much back where she started with just George fucking her forcefully and relentlessly from behind, driving her to an endless series of multiple climaxes.

At some point during her shafting, she must have passed out because when she woke she found herself lying alone on the floor covering in sticky white stains. Even Bobby seemed to have left.

With a groan, she stood up and made her way to the bathroom for a shower. Fifteen minutes under the hot steamy water gradually made her feel human again.

She came out, a white towel wrapped around her firm curvaceous figure, to find Bobby back, sitting at his office desk, counting a huge pile of cash.

"Oh, there you are, Claire! You wouldn't believe how well we've done!" he chirruped enthusiastically. "I have to say you were absolutely brilliant."

"I was?" Claire asked in surprise. She had been a bit concerned that Bobby might have been a little cross with her for not keeping control of the group.

"Yes, you were amazing. After you had finished your session, I tested the clients' understanding of sexual harassment. I didn't want to wake you as you seemed really tired. Anyway, you wouldn't believe how much they learnt today. They're going to recommend the course to all of their friends and business associates."

"They are?" Claire replied, bemused.

"Oh, yes, the feedback was brilliant. The best I've ever had for a course," he enthused.

Claire couldn't help but feel proud.

Bobby continued, "I must say, it was inspired the way you got them to take part in the practical demonstration of all the different types of sexual practice which one has to avoid in the office environment. You showed amazing commitment. I think we can probably expect more bookings very soon!"

Claire smiled and bent down to give the seated Bobby a big hug. "Oh thanks so much, Bobby!"

She'd been worried that she'd screwed it up but as it turned out, she'd done a great job! She was so pleased. Maybe, at last she'd found a career of which she could make a real success.

Bobby squeezed her bottom unexpectedly, causing her to jump up. Her towel fell to the floor, revealing her utterly magnificent body.

She bent down to pick it up.

"Er, Claire? While you're down there?" Bobby raised his eyebrows pleadingly and pointed at the bulge in his crotch. "It's just that I won't be able to count these takings while I've got a hard-on. I don't suppose you could give me a quick blowjob before you go, darling?"

Claire smiled back up at him happily, extremely grateful for the chance he'd given her. "Of, of course, Bobby," she said reaching for his fly and licking her lips. "Anything for you..."



Claire's Career Ch. 07: The Magician’s Assistant



Part 7: The Magician's Assistant

Claire put her foot down and drove away from the scene of the crime, hoping that the police hadn't seen her.

Eventually she pulled up outside her house, not remembering exactly how she'd got back home such was her shock at seeing her boss, Bobby Flapjack, being manhandled into a police car.

She had driven to work that morning and parked around the corner before making her way to his flat. She had come to a dead halt, astonished to see several police cars and Bobby being dragged to one by two hefty policemen.

When she'd asked a curious bystander what was happening, he'd shaken his head and laughed, telling her that he'd heard Bobby was being arrested for running a brothel.

Not wanting to be involved, Claire had hastily left to get back home.

Safely back in her house, Claire had time to think.

She'd been working with Bobby for the past six weeks as a corporate trainer, specialising in educating businessmen on the subject of sexual harassment, or rather on how to avoid it.

Claire had been really happy in her job, communicating the ins and outs of sexual discrimination legislation as well as showing the trainees exactly what constituted harassment and what didn't, allowing Bobby to use her body as a kind of live mannequin. For instance, when a client had forced her to give him oral sex and ejaculated in her mouth, Bobby had pointed out that, in a real work situation, this might be considered to be crossing the line between ambiguous playful banter and most definite harassment.

She'd also got extremely adept at one-on-one coaching the delegates on how to resist seduction through active role-play. She prided herself on being able to break down their barriers no matter hard they resisted her advances, all of them eventually coming inside one of her various moist orifices. Bobby had been most complimentary about her 100% commitment to her work and she'd certainly generated a lot of income for him which he'd happily shared with her.

She'd been particularly pleased that she was holding down a well-paid job after struggling to keep one for the last year. And so it came as a real blow to her to find out that Bobby might have been running a whorehouse on the side!

Although she tried, she couldn't work out when he was supposed to have done so. She had generally spent all day with him and not seen anything so she supposed it must have been in the evenings or at the weekends.

In any case, for the next few days she stayed at home, keeping her head down, dreading a visit from the police. Not, of course, that she'd done anything wrong herself but it would have been difficult to explain some of the details of her role to her boyfriend. She guessed that, to someone not versed in advanced training techniques, some of the things she had done with her clients might technically have been considered sexual in their nature. And of course she prided herself in her unwavering faithfulness to her partner.

Feeling somewhat guilty about not supporting Bobby she had secretly hoped that nothing would come of his arrest so she was horrified to read in the local paper that a 46-year old man had been charged with keeping a brothel for the use of prostitution.

She didn't leave the house for another week.

After she hadn't heard anything for a while, Claire began to relax. It looked like, whatever Bobby had been getting up to in his spare time, she hadn't been implicated and for that she was extremely grateful.

She'd told her boyfriend, Danny, that she had been let go because of a downturn in the training market and he had attributed her melancholy to losing her job.

Gradually though she began to get back to a normal routine and demeanour, starting once more to feel dissatisfied with her lack of employment. However times were hard and, despite desperate and diligent searching, no-one seemed to be hiring.

To cheer herself up she agreed to help out at Danny's nephew's sixth birthday party. She enjoyed the company of children and Danny's sister, Megan, had hired a magician which sounded like a lot of fun.

As ever, Claire made sure that her clothes made the best of her tall big-breasted long-legged figure, deciding to wear her favourite low-cut clingy red minidress, black hold-up stockings and knee-length black patent leather stiletto-heeled boots. She felt her outfit went perfectly with her long auburn hair, creamy freckled skin and lambent green eyes.

The party was in Megan's suburban semi-detached house and Claire enjoyed it immensely. The jelly and ice-cream, the silly party games and the unbounded energy of the happy and excited children made Claire feel giggly and content. The four generous glasses of wine she downed helped too.

So it was with huge enthusiasm that she sat down to watch The Great Phellatio, the magician that Megan had booked for the party. She'd always loved magic and she was looking forward to being amazed.

The Great Phellatio was a tall cadaverous man with a pointed beard and slicked back dark hair as well as great stage presence to go with his mysterious accent. He was wearing a dark ruffled shirt and a deep purple cape.

Claire watched in wonder as he worked through a series of astounding tricks involving top hats, rabbits, doves, glittery explosions and teddy bears. She clapped her hands girlishly along with the children at a complete loss how he managed to perform such amazing illusions. In fact, if she didn't know better, she'd have believed that he actually was a real magician. How else could he be doing such amazing tricks?

So when The Great Phellatio announced that he was almost finished, she groaned along with the rest of the young audience.

"For this last trick I need a volunteer," The Great Phellatio said in his sly enigmatic voice. Claire smiled as every child in the room put his or her hand up immediately.

"I'm afraid I need a much taller volunteer, a grown-up perhaps. Hmmm. Let's see. Yes. Let's have the delightful young lady in the beautiful red dress. Yes, you my dear," he gestured to a wide-eyed Claire.

After some more cheerful encouragement from the children, Claire, blushing slightly, stood up and joined the illusionist at the front of the room, who put his arm around her waist familiarly.

"And what's your name, my dear?" he asked with a smile, his hand slipping down to pat her bottom gently.

"Claire!" she replied with a snigger.

"Claire. Good. A beautiful name. Claire, I need you answer a question for me. Are you ticklish?" he asked squeezing her buttocks.

"Yes," Claire giggled, her body feeling sensitive just thinking about being tickled.

"Good. Now, Claire," he said, handing her a battered looking teddy bear, "As you can see Edward is a very ordinary bear. I'd like you hold Edward the Bear high above your head, where everyone can see him. You're a tall young woman, particularly in those boots, so there's no way that I can in any way reach up and interfere with Edward. I must emphasise that no matter what, you must keep your arms high in the air."

Claire laughed as she held the soft toy high above her. She a little concerned that her dress was riding a little high and exposing the tops of her stockings but she didn't think the audience of young children would particularly care although she did notice the a couple of dads at the back of the room staring at her thighs intently.

"And now, children we're going to do our best to make Edward the Bear laugh. Because when he laughs something very special will happen! He will give everyone a sweet!"

The children cheered.

"But unfortunately he's not very ticklish."

The children groaned.

"But Claire is!"

The children cheered again.

"And I think if Claire laughs hard enough then so will Edward. So I am now going to cover Claire with this magical sheet," he said grabbing hold a glittery blue sheet with a large hole in the middle.

He draped it over her, putting the hole over her head so that her body was covered at the front and back while she continued to hold the teddy above her.

"And now, children, who would like to tickle Claire?"

Within seconds Claire had tears running down her face as the roomful of children mobbed her and tickled her mercilessly under the sheet. She did her absolute best to keep her arms high above head but struggled to do so, unsteadily writhing around, trying not to topple over, wishing she hadn't worn such high heels.

So she was relieved when The Great Phellatio called the children off leaving her red-faced and snorting with laughter.

"Well done, children. Hmm. Let me check whether Edward has laughed yet," he said standing right up close to Claire to peer at the cuddly toy, his body pressing against her.

He stood back dramatically. "No I'm afraid he still hasn't laughed. What should we do?"

The kids started screaming that they should tickle Claire more but, luckily, the magician shook his head with a smile.

"I don't think that would work. I think the only thing to do is my own magic tickle!" he said portentously.

The kids cheered as The Great Phellatio stood behind Claire and slid his hands inside the sheet from each side.

Claire's eyes widened as his hands rested on her flat toned stomach briefly before he began to gently tickle her sides.

She began to wriggle and chuckle as he tickled her harder for a while and then drew in a sharp breath as his hands wandered up her body to lightly caress her full high breasts, all unseen by the audience under the sheet. This certainly felt very different to the children's frenetic tickling. It was more like stroking, fondling even. But, she supposed, it was magic tickling after all. He began to squeeze her breasts more firmly causing her to squirm in embarrassment.

"Remember to stand as still as possible, Claire," he reminded her before dropping his hands back to her tummy to tickle her again.

Claire began to giggle hard once more but then, after a while, let out an involuntary squeak as his hands dropped to her thighs and slid up her dress, one on her firm peachy arse and the other cupping her plump slightly moist pussy.

"Oooooh!" she moaned loudly although she supposed no-one else could see what was going on.

As he tickled her genitals Claire tried to stand on her tiptoes to avoid his roving fingers but he just lifted his hands before deftly slipping them inside her thong, one to the front and one at the back.

She wriggled in alarm as he began to finger her cunt and arsehole simultaneously. This certainly was a different kind of tickling. Just as she was about to protest, he pulled his hands out and with a flourish grabbed the teddy from her hands, leaving her gasping.

"Did you hear Edward laugh, children?" he shouted.

"Yes!" they screamed back.

"Oh, yes, and look what he's got for you!" he said. To Claire's astonishment he began pulling out bags of sweets from Edward's tummy, which he began throwing to the kids.

"How did you do that!" she asked him as she took of the sheet, knowing that the sweets hadn't been there when she had held the bear earlier.

The Great Phellatio winked at her. "Indocilis privata loqui!" he said cryptically. "I tell you what though come and see me later and I'll tell you. You know, you'd make a great magician's assistant."

Claire clapped her hands in excitement more than a little anticipation as he bowed at the applause from around the room before turning to collect his props and leaving showily. How wonderful! Maybe he had a job for her!

She made to follow him but was interrupted when Megan asked her to help with the kids' party bags.

Although she worked as quickly as she could, Claire ended up taking over half an hour helping distribute the bags as the kids left with their parents and then helping Megan tidy up.

She felt frustrated because she had really wanted to catch the magician before he had gone. His offer to find out more about his magic was interesting but his throwaway comment about being a magician's assistant had really caught her imagination. She sighed disappointedly before leaving to walk back home.

She stepped outside and turned to leave when she heard her name being called.

"Claire! Over here."

She walked to the roadside to see The Great Phellatio in the front of an old blue van, leaning over and hailing her through the window.

"Oh! Hello," she said. "You waited for me! Thank you."

"I promised you I would tell you how I did that trick. I owe you an explanation," he said.

"Really? Oh, yes, please!" she replied in excitement.

"Great, hop in, my dear."

Claire paused briefly. After all she was about to get into a virtual stranger's van. But he seemed to so nice and they would be sitting tight outside Megan's house so she didn't feel particularly threatened. In any case, he might have a job for her and she was completely fascinated by magic. What harm could it do?

The Great Phellatio's van was as battered inside as it was outside. And he looked very different wearing a t-shirt and jeans although he still had that mysterious dark look in his eyes.

He appeared to be in his mid-thirties, maybe ten years older than Claire. He was skeletally thin and his dark hair was tight against his scalp in a widow's peak.

"I'm glad I caught you, Claire. I feel I need to explain why I was so was, er, intimate with your delicious body when I was tickling you," he began.

Claire blushed slightly as she remembered his fingers probing her pussy and bum.

"Er, it's OK. I know you were just trying to tickle me magically. I don't really mind a bit of fingering," she said keen to impress him with her understanding and open-mindedness.

"You don't? Oh, good, well, you're absolutely right. My own particular brand of magic requires a strong sexual contact to channel the relevant spirits."

Claire was amazed. "Really? I wondered why you stuck a finger up my cunt. I thought magic was all just trickery!"

"Oh, well, a lot of it is and so is a lot my act. But I am also one of the very few true magicians. I wonder, Claire, whether I can trust you with my most intimate secrets?"

Claire, enthused by thought of finding out how magic really worked and flattered that he might confide in her, nodded her agreement. "Oh, yes, please!"

"OK, Claire. You do have a very trustworthy face. You see I'm on the lookout for an assistant and I think you would be perfect! Come, let's go back to my office and we can discuss this further."

Claire couldn't believe her luck. She hadn't got up today expecting to find a job and here was one just falling into her lap! And a brilliant one too!

"Oh, yes, please. Thank you much, Mr. Phellatio."

"Please, call me Kevin," he answered.

The Great Phellatio's, or rather Kevin's, 'office' was more of a large lock-up garage behind some council flats. It was full of props including various unusual cabinets which Claire assumed were used in magical stage-shows.

They sat down on two old chairs amongst the junk before Kevin leaned forward to take Claire's hand in his own.

"Well, Claire. Thanks very much for coming back with me. I noticed you today in the audience because I could immediately sense your ethereal connection to the spirits. There's something about you that's fascinating."

Claire's eyes widened in excitement. "Really? Me?"

"Yes, Claire. And as soon as I touched you, I knew we would be working very closely together. I think the spirits would have it so. Which is why I think you would be a wonderful assistant for me."

"Golly!" Claire gasped thrilled by the job offer and her own specialness. "So there really are spirits then?"

"Oh, yes," Kevin said, pulling his chair close to hers and patting her thigh gently. "Most of the illusions you see me perform are just that -- illusions - pure trickery and misdirection. However sometimes I perform true magic," he added ominously.

"Gosh! How do you do that?" Claire asked.

"This is my most intimate secret, Claire. I have never told anyone this. Will you promise never to share this with anyone?" he said, his hands sliding up Claire's skirt to the tops of her stockings.

Claire nodded solemnly. "I promise, Kevin. I will never tell anyone."

Kevin paused in thought for a few seconds. "OK, Claire," he eventually said. "My secret is that I can only commune with the spirits when I am sexually aroused. Somehow this expands my mental sphere and allows me to perform magic."

Claire was flabbergasted. So that was how it was done! And that was why Kevin had played with her pussy and bum during the trick. She had lots more questions but Kevin went on.

"As perhaps you can tell, in the past I was much more than a children's magician. I have played many glamorous venues such as Vegas and Croydon and astounded many audiences with my mysterious stage show with my first assistant, Nikki. Unfortunately you find me in somewhat diminished circumstances as I just haven't been able to find another helper with whom I've been able to recreate that special connection. That is, until I met you," he finished, staring into her eyes whilst he stroked her long firm thighs in a friendly manner.

Claire, blushing at his flattery, asked, "So, what happened to Nikki?"

"Ah, unfortunately she left me to go and work for an overblown stage psychic. Of course she came crawling back to me after a while but the spirits were betrayed and I wouldn't have her back. And since then I've worked with a succession of namby-pamby wishy-washy girls none of whom have really understood me like you seem to."

Claire, feeling a little light-headed at his intensity but thrilled at his flattery, said, "So what would I have to do?"

Smiling broadly, Kevin gave her thighs a last squeeze, before sitting back on his chair.

"A good magician's assistant has several roles: to provide ornamentation or misdirection; to act as a living prop or to move them on stage. I would also need you to use your delectable body to provide me with occasional sexual stimulus, purely to help me channel the spirits, you understand."

Before Claire could ask what 'occasional sexual stimulus' meant, he continued.

"And understand, Claire, the spirits exist! Although much of the work I do is just trickery, I am privileged to be able to do real magic if circumstances are right!"

Once more, Claire was intrigued. "Really!"

"Oh, yes, Claire. Just a minute ago you might have noticed me feeling the tops of your thighs. I did this so that I was aroused enough to access the spirit world to allow me to read your mind."

Claire, excited beyond measure, breathed, "And what did you see?"

"Claire, I can tell that you're uncertain how to proceed. You're fascinated at the opportunity yet wary of doing something so unusual."

Claire gasped at his accuracy.

He continued, "And I can also see that, although you may appear confident to others, inside you're often unsure. Oh, and that you're frustrated that people underestimate you and don't trust you to be competent."

"Oh my god!" Claire exclaimed. How could he know that? He'd only just met her. Unless of course, he really could read her mind!

"When can I start?" she said, clapping her hands in glee.

Kevin smiled at her once more. "Excellent! Before we finalise the arrangement, I'd just like to check a few anatomical details. Please can you take your dress off."

"I'm sorry?" Claire said, surprised at such a forthright request.

"Oh, it's just that I need to check whether your skin-tone matches some of my props such as this," he answered, showing her two odd mechanical feet attached to a cabinet.

"What are those?" Claire asked incredulously.

"These are part of a fairly standard sawing-a-girl-in-half trick. The box jumper, sorry, my assistant squeezes up in this end of the cabinet. I saw through the middle here and we fool the audience into thinking you've been cut in half using these pretend feet which appear to wiggle, driven by electric motors. Simple really. I just want to make sure your skin-tone matches my original assistant's."




Claire's Career Ch. 07: The Magician’s Assistant



"Oh, I see," Claire nodded, impressed at the ingenuity of the illusion.

"So, would you mind just taking off your dress so I can check you out. Feel free to leave your boots on."

"Oh, yes, of course," Claire said, reaching behind to unzip her red dress and allowing it to fall to the floor, revealing her lush pale figure. She was wearing a fancy black half-cup bra and high cut black briefs to match her hold-ups.

"Oh, wow," Kevin murmured before clearing his throat. "I mean, yes, you do seem to match well. I might need a closer look though," he continued leaning near to her body to examine her full breasts carefully.

After a few moments of diligent scrutiny, Claire nervously asked, "Will I do? I can always use some make-up if I need to."

"Er, no, I can safely say your body is more than suitable to be my assistant," Kevin replied with a smile.

"Oh, that's wonderful," Claire laughed, giving him a big hug and causing him to groan as he reached around to squeeze her virtually bare bottom.

"In fact, I have an idea. Why don't you try on some of Nikki's old costumes -- just to see if we need to source any others. You're taller than her and a little fuller in the bust but I think you might manage to squeeze into some of them," he suggested.

"Erm, OK. Why not?" Claire replied uncertainly, hoping that they would be clean.

Which is how she found herself only a few minutes later dressed in nothing more than a virtually transparent pale blue bikini with her stockings and boots. Kevin had gallantly turned his back while she had dressed but he should hardly have bothered, she thought. After all, she might as well have been naked.

"Are you sure, your assistant wore this? Isn't it a bit, er, revealing?" she complained, her hands on her graceful hips.

Kevin, who seemed to staring at her stiff red nipples practically poking through the slightly too small bra in the cold garage, managed to tear himself away from the sight of her almost fully visible bosom.

"What? Oh, um, yes. After all it's a stage costume. Nothing more," he answered unsteadily before continuing more confidently.

"Well, anyway the outfit certainly suits you. While you get used to it, why don't you show me how flexible you are. After all, I'll need you to squeeze into some cramped spaces and although you're slender, you're also tall. Can you touch your toes?"

Claire, who took great pride in keeping herself fit and healthy, smiled before bending elegantly at the hips and sweeping her fingers down to her toes, keeping her long magnificent legs straight. "How about that?" she gasped.

Kevin wandered around to her rear, making her uncomfortably aware that her pussy lips would be plumply exposed to his inspection through the transparent blue material of her bikini pants.

"Oh, yes, that's absolutely amazing," Kevin said standing behind her.

"Oh, good," Claire said brightly, standing to face him.

"No what other talents do you possess?" Kevin asked her, his eyes occasionally falling to her chest.

"Um, er, I don't know," Claire replied lamely.

"Well can you juggle?"

"No."

"Do acrobatics?"

"No."

"Tell jokes? Do card tricks? Swallow swords?"

"No! No! And No! I mean yes! Oh!" Claire halted in embarrassment.

"What do you mean? You can swallow swords? Really?" Kevin asked.

"No, not really. I just meant that I can, you know, swallow, er..."

"Sorry, Claire, I don't understand. Please finish."

"I can, well, I can deepthroat!" Claire managed to say, her face flushed.

Kevin let out a peculiar moan. "Ohhh. I see. Well actually, that's how a lot of the top female sword swallowing acts start out. It's a really safe way of practicing before progressing to the much more dangerous blades. Er, why don't you show me?

Kevin added his request so casually that Claire almost missed it. Had he really just asked her to deepthroat him? She looked at him incredulously.

"Well, you'll need to add something extra to the act. Show me what you can do," he requested sitting down in a chair and nodding to his crotch.

Claire thought about his demand. She supposed that if all she were to do was to show that she could deepthroat without letting him climax then it would be OK. She was determined to remain professional.

"Ok," she nodded before kneeling down between his legs.

"Really?" Kevin asked. "I mean, um, yes, go on, show me your best technique and I'll judge to see if you're good enough to continue this line of pursuit.

Claire, eyeing his bulging crotch suspiciously, nevertheless unzipped him and pulled out his already hard cock which was pale and thin but of considerable length. It definitely wouldn't be easy to get it all the way down.

Breathing heavily, Kevin stared down at her with his dark eyes. "I suggest you lubricate it first with your tongue."

Obediently, Claire began licking him up and down, before briefly sucking his glans. She swiped her tongue around it wetly. He smelt and tasted faintly spicy, like a joss stick. All in all this wasn't as unpleasant as she had feared. He was moaning faintly in time to her heavy licking.

Although, Claire was an experienced giver of head, she didn't always deepthroat even though she was perfectly able to do so. However, her first attempt at swallowing his rod, ended up with her retching and coughing as she almost immediately triggered her gag reflex before she'd got even two-thirds of the way down.

Recovering quickly, she determined to do it properly next time. She had to show she had the talent to be part of the act! She took a deep breath, flicked her tongue over his knob, causing him to groan, before she smoothly slid her pursed red lips down his long pale shaft until she felt him at the back of her mouth. With a quick push she forced him into her throat so that her lips were pressed against his balls. She'd done it!

As a flourish, she even stuck her tongue out under his cock and flicked his scrotum, just to show that she could. He moaned loudly in pleasure.

Slightly alarmed at how excited he seemed she pulled back, his cock popping from her mouth wetly.

She coughed a bit before smiling up at him. "See! I can do it!"

"Oh, god, yes you can. But I think you should do it just the once more, just to show it wasn't luck."

Claire raised an eyebrow at his challenge but knelt forward again to kiss the tip of his penis. This time Kevin helped her by grabbing her long red hair and forcing her head down.

Despite his intervention, Claire stayed cool and opened her throat until he was buried balls-deep in her mouth once more. However when she tried to pull back to breathe, he held her head down, rocking himself in and out her tight throat.

Luckily, if that was the right term, it was only a few seconds before Claire could feel him ejaculating copiously down her throat, while she moaned her displeasure around him.

Eventually he let her go, allowing her to fall back, gasping in air at last.

Before Claire could express her fury, Kevin apologised. "Oh, Claire, I'm so sorry. I could feel myself about to go and I knew that if I pulled back I'd come over your face. I just thought that would be rude and so I finished off down your throat. I have to say you have a remarkable talent. With some more practise, I think you could become a great sword swallower."

Slightly, fazed by his apology and his compliment, Claire forgot her anger and instead whimpered, "Er, thank you."

"No, thank you. I'm embarrassed that I lost self control. You do have delightful oral technique."

Claire blushed at this unusual praise.

Kevin continued, "Er, if it's not too rude, would you mind just licking me clean, Claire?"

She looked down to see a thick drop of sticky cum hanging at the tip of his penis. Without thinking she leant forward and swiped her tongue around him before giving him a gentle suck to make sure there was no more about to drip out.

He let out a satisfied sigh. "Thanks, Claire. I must say, it's a wonderfully serendipitous circumstance that you'll be able to practice your sword swallowing in a safe way while at the same time helping me practice channelling the spirits. A real win-win all round!"

Claire, not really understanding what he meant, nodded uncertainly.

Kevin checked his watch. "It's getting late now. Why don't we meet here tomorrow at 10 and I'll teach you some illusions. I'll even let you practise some more deepthroating technique."

"Oh, thanks, Kevin. Are you sure you don't mind?" Claire asked.

"Not at all, Claire," he answered wryly.

Over the next two days, Kevin showed Claire how various tricks worked, amazing her with the ingenuity of his illusions and the associated props.

She learnt that her role as a 'box-jumper' was to be a kind of living prop, getting in and out of cabinets smoothly, providing a distraction and, above all, being gorgeous.

She even tried on some more costumes for Kevin to judge although most were too tight around the bust so she ended up topless, which he didn't seem to mind.

He suggested they practise a few stage illusions with the view to getting the show started again. Of course, in the short term, income would come in from children's parties with which Claire could help. Claire was especially excited about the idea of a stage show but also nervous. And in particular she didn't think Danny would be too happy. She resolved to come up with a solution at a later date, when their plans became more concrete.

Kevin also allowed her to twice practise her swallowing skills on his lengthy penis. Claire was quickly able to hold her breath for long periods of time while Kevin idly played with her enormous firm breasts, nonchalantly twisting her red nipples. Unsurprisingly, he invariably came in her mouth or down her throat while she practised, not that she minded that much. After all he had an attractive penis and his spunk was pleasantly flavoured and, when you got down to it, she was sucking him off even if not for sexual reasons.

By her second day Claire was getting quite adept at the main illusion they had been practising, what Kevin called the Zig-Zag Girl.

The prop for the trick consisted of a three-piece cabinet separated by two huge metal blades. The idea was that Claire would get inside and the blades would be inserted. The middle section would then be pushed to the side so that it looked like Claire had been sliced into three. However in reality Claire would just be squeezed tight into a space that just didn't look like it was there from the outside owing to the colouring of the box and the blades being narrower than they appeared. 

As the day neared an end, Claire noticed that she'd dropped an ear-ring in the lowest section of the cabinet. She bent over and reached into it but jogged the lid which fell on top of her trapping her inside from the waist up.

No matter how hard she tried she couldn't dislodge the lid which seemed to have become stuck.

"Kevin!" she called in a panic, the blood rushing to her head.

"Oh, dear!" she heard him say as he tried to open the lid. "I can't shift it. It's an old prop. I must get it fixed. I think if you can bang it from inside it might dislodge," he suggested.

"I can't move it! You might have to cut me out!" Claire cried.

"No hang on, I've got an idea."

Claire was wearing heels and tiny white panties which Kevin exposed by flipping her green miniskirt up.

"What are you doing?" Claire exclaimed as her knickers were pulled down to her feet, revealing her tight pink pussy.

"I'm going try and get some purchase by bracing myself inside you," he replied.

Claire had no idea what this meant. Unless... He couldn't possibly mean...

"Oh, shit!" she screamed as he pushed his long slender cock into her delicious cunt. It took a few thrusts before he managed to get his full length into her causing her to squeak in consternation. And then he started fucking her with long powerful strokes.

Claire, speechless at this treatment, could only moan in surprise and then pleasure at his forceful rogering.

"I just thought this would be a good way of forcing the lid open," Kevin explained as he stroked in and out of her.

Despite her best effort and the awkwardness of the position, it wasn't too long before Claire felt herself getting excited by Kevin's assured shagging. Although she tried to suppress it, she couldn't stop herself climaxing with a yowl of bliss.

In fact, Kevin made her come three times before he eventually paused. "You know, this isn't working. I need a better tighter grip. Oh, I've got an idea..."

Claire felt him withdraw and lodge his knob into her arsehole. Before she could scream for him to stop, he thrust hard.

"Oh fuck!" she shouted as the lubricating juices from her pussy allowed him to slip a few inches into her tiny pink anal rosebud. "No, it's too long!" she cried desperately.

But Kevin didn't seem to hear her as he began to fuck her butt, pushing further into her fundament with every vigorous thrust, causing her to grunt in discomfort.

Knowing she couldn't stop him, Claire concentrated on ignoring the pain and squeezed her arse tighter to speed up his climax. Obligingly he began to spurt up her bum without too much delay.

"Oh, fuck that's amazing! I've never had anything so tight! Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed as he came.

As soon as his shuddering had subsided and Kevin had pulled his soiled penis out Claire's poor bottom, the lid on the cabinet mysteriously loosened and flipped open when she tried to stand.

"See told you that would do the trick," he said with satisfaction.

"Thanks," Claire said gingerly, grateful that he had freed her but not too happy about his methods.

Kevin zipped himself up and rubbed his hands together expectantly. "Right, I forgot to mention that we've got a party tomorrow afternoon. Can you make it?"

"Oh! Er, well, yes, I can. My boyfriend's out so I should be able to slip away," she replied, wincing slightly at her sore arse but also at the guilt she felt for not telling Danny about her current career plans. She pushed her misgivings out of her mind to focus on the task in hand.

"So, what do I have to do?" she asked.

"For tomorrow, I just want you to look pretty and help me hand out sweets, that kind of thing. We won't be able to do any big stage illusions and you need more swallowing practice before we can turn it into an act. Don't worry - you'll do fine."

The party was in a fairly typical suburban semi-detached house not too far from Kevin's lock-up.

They were greeted by a harassed mother and the smiling soon-to-be seven year-old birthday girl.

"Oh, good, you're here a bit early. My husband's not home yet and the first kids are due to arrive in half an hour," she said in a hassled tone. "You can set up in here," she said showing them the lounge. "If you need to get changed, you can go and find a room upstairs. I need to sort out the food so I'll let you get on with it. Come on, Jocasta, you can help me with the canapés," she added to her daughter.

Kevin turned to Claire as they left. "Right, don't forget I'm the Great Phellatio and you're Slapperina. I'll set up the tricks in the front room. You go and get into your outfit." Kevin was already wearing his cloak and ruffled shirt. Claire hadn't felt too confident about walking around in her costume in public so had decided to get changed at the venue.

She went upstairs, entering the first room she came which seemed to be a master bedroom.

Thankfully, she had managed to find a spangly golden leotard outfit which wasn't too scandalous or too tight around her formidable bust. She felt nervous but trusted Kevin to look after her.

She stripped out of her jersey and jeans and considered whether she should wear her white bra under the leotard. She decided that it would be too visible so took it off, leaving herself in only a simple white g-string that disappeared into the delightful crack of her perfect peachy bottom.

Just as she was rummaging in her bag for the leotard, the bedroom door opened and in walked a portly middle-aged gentleman.

Claire stood up and froze, exposing her large pale red-tipped breasts to the stranger's gaze astounded gaze.

"Fuck me!" he said with feeling, closing the door behind him.

Claire, quickly lifted her hands to partly cover her boobs, hiding her high nipples from his hungry stare.

"Who are you?" she screeched crossly.

"Who am I? I should bloody well be asking you. This is my bedroom. Who the hell are you?" he replied as he moved towards Claire, his eyes roaming eagerly over her tall slender figure and outsized bosom.

Claire realised that this must be the father of the birthday girl.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I'm Claire, I mean Slapperina. I'm part of the magic act. Your wife said I could change up here," she explained.

"Right, sure," he replied distractedly, still staring at her virtually bare body. "Do you know, you've got the most amazing tits I ever seen," he commented with feeling.

Claire, uncertain how to respond, murmured, "Oh, um, thanks."

"I've never seen such big breasts that are so firm. Are they real?" he asked.

Claire, indignant at his accusation, dropped her hands to reveal the full expanse of her creamy freckled bosom and tight red nipples. She lifted her tits and dropped them allowing them to wobble charmingly. "Of course, they're real!"

"Oh, fuck, yes, I can see they are," he said reaching out to squeeze them.

Claire, ever proud of her boobs, briefly let him have a feel before remembering the situation. "What are you doing! Stop it! Your wife's downstairs," she said, batting his hands away.

The man just reached out again to tweak her nipples. "Oh, don't worry about her. She's busy putting the finishing touches on Jocasta's cake. God they're amazing."

Claire, alarmed that a complete stranger was idly groping her bare breasts, pushed him away and grabbed her jersey, trying to cover herself up as much as possible. "No! Stop that!"

The man stepped back and pointed at his crotch. "Look what you've done!"

Claire moaned in agitation. He had a clear erection poking down his trouser leg.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she said, aghast at the situation.

The man shook his head. "Well, there's nothing else for it. You'll have to make it better," he added, undoing his belt.

"What! No! Don't get it out!" Claire begged. But he already had his ugly stubby erection in his hand.

"I'm sorry but you can't expect me to walk around with a hard-on at my daughter's party! Come here and relieve me," he ordered, waving it at her.

"But can't you do it yourself? I didn't mean to make you hard!" Claire whined.

"Then you shouldn't expose yourself to strangers! This is your fault -- you should sort it out. Otherwise I'm going to complain to that weird looking fellow downstairs," he threatened.

Claire immediately panicked at the thought of anything going wrong with her first ever engagement as a magician's assistant. "No! OK! I'll sort you out. I promise," she said, dropping the jersey and sitting down on the bed in front of him.

She reached out tentatively with her hand to pull his foreskin back. He let out a long sigh as she began to masturbate him, gradually increasing her speed until her hand was a blur on his hairy cock.

"Oh, yeah, baby that's good," he sighed, stroking her head, before reaching down to roughly squeeze her tits.

However it wasn't long before he started to push her head down towards his penis. "Go on suck it," he demanded. "We don't want to make a mess, now, do we?"

Despite her disgust at his unsightly cock and obnoxious smell, Claire resigned herself to the inevitable and opened her mouth for him to slide it between her plump red lips and over her agile pink tongue. She began to suck, knowing he wouldn't be able to resist her hot skilled mouth.

However, despite her expectations, it took a lot longer than she was anticipating to bring him to orgasm. Conscious that his wife might interrupt them at any moment and that Kevin would be waiting for downstairs, Claire decided to escalate her relief-giving mission.




Claire's Career Ch. 07: The Magician’s Assistant



She pulled back from his erection and looked up at him as he cruelly twisted her nipples. "Would you like to fuck me?" she asked invitingly.

"Oh, fuck! Yes, god, yes! Of course I would," he agreed.

Claire stood up and pushed him onto the bed. "Let me go on top. You can play with my tits then," she offered, although in reality she just wanted to control the pace of their coupling.

He didn't need to be asked twice as she quickly straddled him and impaled herself on his stiffy. She smothered his red sweaty face in her magnificent firm bosom while riding him expertly.

This time he couldn't hold back and within a minute of starting, he was grunting and squirting into her tight snug pussy.

As soon as he'd finished spurting, Claire jumped off his cock and quickly licked him clean as a courtesy.

"Come on," she urged, getting into her leotard at last. "I've got to get downstairs. Oh and thanks so much for not telling anyone."

She left him lying on the bed, with a stupid smile on his face.

All-in-all the show went brilliantly. Claire interacted well with the children and thought she set off Kevin's mysterious magic gestures perfectly with her happy smiles and flamboyant flourishes. Certainly the children seemed to have a great time. The only awkwardness for Claire was when the father distracted her by winking at her while she was performing and the slow but inexorable seepage of spunk out her pussy and down her thighs. Luckily she didn't think anyone noticed either issue.

Kevin certainly seemed pleased when they got back in his van after the performance to drive back to the lock-up. In fact he even suggested she practise her swallowing on the way back, which she unsurely did before he came generously in her mouth just as they arrived at their destination.

"Well, Claire, I think I can trust you now with the more intimate secrets of magic. Are you ready to find out about the spirits?" he asked her once they had unloaded all of the props.

"Oh! Yes, I am. What are we going to do?" she replied eagerly.

"If you meet me here tomorrow night, we will hold a séance. You can help me prepare to channel the spirits!" he said portentously.

Claire was nervous all through the next day. She had a strong belief in the supernatural and was concerned about meddling with powers that she didn't understand. Still, knowing that Kevin would be in charge made her feel much more secure.

Luckily Danny was out playing a gig so she was able to slip away with ease.

The area of Kevin's lockup appeared spooky in the weak moonlight. She anxiously walked from her car to the door before opening it and stepping into the dimly lit garage.

She squeaked in alarm as she turned to find three men dressed all in black, sitting around a circular table.

"Shhh, it's me," Kevin assured her before she could scream. She recognised his stick-thin figure in the gloom but couldn't make out who the other two men were.

Kevin led her over to them and introduced them. "These are two of my peers, both true magicians, Eddie and Gustav. Between us we will attempt to channel the spirits tonight. However we need your help, Claire. Can you remember how I said I could commune with the other side?"

"Yes," Claire replied. "You need to be turned on."

"That's right. Do you think you can help us with that?" Kevin asked sombrely.

Claire knew she could turn on any man. "Of course! Shall I take my clothes off?" she asked.

One of the other men, Gustav she thought, gasped and then coughed but Kevin just nodded and said, "Yes, let's see those great tits."

Claire pulled off her jumper, again eliciting a groan as her splendid bosom was revealed. She then stepped out of her heels and slid her jeans down to her ankles.

"All of it?" she asked, both frightened yet excited by the thought of the séance,

"Go on. Why not?" Kevin replied.

She unclasped her black bra, releasing her full perfect breasts to further gasps of admiration from her audience before pulling her matching knickers off. The small strip of red pubic hair leading to her moist pussy looked dark in the muted light.

She looked at the three men but couldn't tell in the murkiness how they were reacting. "Are you getting turned on yet?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, you could say that," said the stocky Eddie. His voice was deep and rough.

"Quick, Claire," Kevin said urgently. "I want to slip under the table while we attempt to reach someone on the other side. Keep us aroused, Claire. We're relying on you!"

Claire's eyes widened at this responsibility. She quickly got onto her hands and knees and crawled under the table while men sat down at it.

It was difficult to tell who was who in the dimness so she reached for a crotch at random and squeezed to find a hard cock. She repeated this twice, recognising Kevin's long erection at the third attempt.

"Claire, we need you to do more. Start sucking!" Kevin ordered her from over her head.

Claire sighed but unzipped all three of them in turn before taking Kevin in her mouth while she tossed off the other two. She could hear a lot of moaning and groaning from above her, presumably as they began to commune with the other side. Despite the slick slurping sound of her wet warm mouth on cock, she listened hard to get any sign that the séance was working.

When her hair was grabbed by a hand to pull her head to the dick on the left, Claire shuffled around on her knees to switch her mouth to it and moved her hands accordingly, slowly rotating under the table to ensure all three hard penises got a share of her willing young mouth.

After a while, Claire's knees began to hurt as she circled endlessly under the table, her mouth and hands moving from cock to cock.

"Is it working yet, Kevin?" she ventured, taking a break from sucking Gustav's dark veiny erection but still with each hand wrapped around a hard dick.

"Er, not yet, Claire," he replied. "We might need to go a step further."

Claire, keen to come out from under the table, thought briefly. "How about I come out and we can fuck?" she suggested brightly.

She could hear the men muttering and swearing and maybe even a muffled laugh before Kevin said, "What a great idea."

Claire hauled herself up from under the table. "Er, right. Who's first?"

The three men looked at each other before Eddie said, "I'll have a go!"

He lay back on the table and ordered Claire to hop on top of him. She climbed onto him and slid herself down Eddie's pole.

"Oh, yeah, baby, that's fantastic. You're such a great fuck," he moaned, groping her fabulous pale breasts, as she rode him, her hips slowly grinding back and forth.

Gustav was also obviously very keen to join in because he moved behind her and began to finger her arsehole.

"Oh!" she cried, "not up there!" but Gustav forced a finger into her tiny tight bum.

"Claire, you need to keep us satisfied at the same time. You're going to have to let Gustav into your arse while sucking me off. It's crucial that we all remain aroused," Kevin said urgently.

Claire swore but lent forward allowing Eddie to take her weight so that she could part her buttocks with her hands. "Come on then! Hurry up," she ordered.

Gustav complied pulling out his finger with a pop before thrusting his mid-sized cock into her butt with one slick push.

"Oooooh!" Claire squeaked but managed to find a reasonably comfortable rhythm between the two groaning illusionists.

"Now, Claire! Suck me!" Kevin ordered.

She turned her head to the side and Kevin, grabbing her hair, began to fuck her mouth forcefully, his cock sliding into her throat at every forward thrust.

Although she had had three men inside her simultaneously once before, Claire had never felt quite so full of cock as she did for the next ten minutes as the men under, behind and next to her abused her sweet little holes frantically.

Suddenly, Kevin went still. "I can feel someone. He has a message for you, Claire!"

Claire allowed his cock to fall out of her mouth in amazement. "Who is it?" she gasped.

"His name starts with S. Steve? Er, Simon? Um, Sid? Sam? Seb?" Kevin groped for the correct name.

Claire couldn't think of anyone who had died and whose name started with S. She had a thought.

"Is it Mr. Sharma?" she asked, wincing at a particularly deep thrust from Gustav up her bum.

"Who? Er, no, hang on. Yes, it's Mr. Shammie!" Kevin cried.

"You mean Sharma?" Claire asked.

"Yes, that's what I said."

Claire couldn't believe it! Mr. Sharma was an elderly Indian gentleman with whom Claire had worked at a charity shop a few months ago, before he had mysteriously disappeared.

"Mr. Sharma! I didn't even know you were dead. I thought you ran away with the shop takings! What happened?" Claire said incredulously.

"Erm. He says that it's too difficult to explain. He wouldn't want to put you in danger too. He says that he's got a message for you though," Kevin said.

"Really? Ooh! Not so hard, Gustav!" Claire said at another mighty butt-thrust before turning her attention back to Kevin. "What's the message?"

"Mr. Sharma says that you must have sex with the three of us as much as possible. He can't say why but it's of the utmost importance to avoid dire consequences. You have to do anything we want!" Kevin finished.

"Wow! Really? Ugh, ack, glug!" she choked as Kevin pushed his cock back into her mouth and began to come plentifully, causing her to cough and gag.

This seemed to trigger the other two as well as she felt them shooting into her vagina and anus respectively, filling her all her holes with rank sticky jism.

Eventually, she managed to swallow all of Kevin's spunk. As soon as the last mouthful had slipped down, she desperately said, "Mr. Sharma? What do you mean?"

"Sorry, Claire. He's gone. I lost him when I came," Kevin replied apologetically.

"Oh, shit," she said. "Ow!" she screeched as Gustav pulled out her sore bottom.

"Sorry!"

After a pause, she lifted herself off a very satisfied looking Eddie, her mind spinning and spunk slipping down her legs.

Not only had she finally got herself a job, it was an amazing one. On one hand, she got to dress up in wonderful costumes and perform to children which she loved. On the other, she had found out about the amazing world of the supernatural which she found fascinating and exciting.

Fancy, Mr. Sharma coming back from the dead to give her a message! She felt sad that he had passed away but glad that he had thought to warn her. What could he have meant?

"Kevin, what did he mean when he said 'dire consequences'?" she asked.

Kevin shook his head. "I have no idea, Claire. I just know that whenever I've managed to speak to someone from the spirit world, they've always been right!"

Claire gasped. She had to fulfil Mr. Sharma's request!

She looked around at the three panting men.

"Guys, you have to help me! We've got to have more sex. As much as we can! I'll do anything you want, no matter how kinky. Please!" she begged.

The three magicians looked at each other. After a pause, Kevin smiled before answering for them all.

"Don't worry, Claire. I'm sure we'll be able to work something out!"



Claire's Career Ch. 08: The Singer



Thanks to GT for suggesting the main theme of this story. I hope my execution of it is satisfactory!

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Or rather she sang a Mariah Carey song but in any case, for her, it was the blues.

She'd just lost yet another job. But at least this time it was in no way her fault.

She'd been working as a Magician's Assistant to the Great Phellatio, also known as Kevin, and had been progressing rapidly from a visual prop to an inherent part of his of stage show. Except that he didn't yet have a stage show so they had been performing at children's parties but it had only been a matter of time.

Her relationship with Kevin had been complex and she hadn't disclosed what she had been doing to her boyfriend, not really knowing how to explain. Kevin was a very special magician, one of only a very few numbers of true magicians who could do real magic by contacting the spirits.

Unfortunately he was only able to converse with them when he was sexually aroused and part of Claire's role had been to regularly suck his cock, whilst simultaneously practising her sword-swallowing skills. She had also been warned by the ghost of one of her former acquaintances that Kevin has managed to channel for her that she would had to have sex with him and two of his magician friends, Eddie and Gustav, as much as possible or face dire consequences.

She hadn't really known what 'dire consequences' meant but she was highly superstitious and hadn't wanted to take a chance and so she found herself having frequent orgies with the three of them.

Of course she couldn't really explain any of this to her long-term boyfriend, Danny, because he was rather narrow-minded when it came to the supernatural, being more of a rationalist himself. She also thought he might be somewhat displeased at some of the specific details of her responsibilities. So she hadn't even told him about the job, a good thing as it turned out because she was now no longer employed.

She had been due to meet Kevin at his lockup garage but he'd failed to turn up and had stopped answering his mobile. She'd eventually made contact with his fellow magician, Eddie, one of those with whom she was beholden to have sex to avoid her spiritually augured fate. While being roughly fucked from behind, she'd learnt that Kevin and Gustav had violated Magic Circle rules and were being hunted by their inquisitorial arm, the Vigilante Illusionists, for crimes against magic, specifically for Immoral Magical Exploitation of a Layperson, not that she was clear what this meant.

After Eddie had finished off spectacularly in her hot pouty mouth, he explained they'd both had to leave the country and so she'd lost her job! When she'd asked how she was supposed to have sex with them if they'd disappeared, Eddie had reassured her that when he had last spoken to the spirits they'd confirmed that heaving regular sex with him would be enough to keep her safe. She left, having made a date to see him in a couple of weeks, after he had come back from a family holiday.

Which was why she was now in a karaoke bar with her gorgeous friend, Bianca. She'd wanted to go out and get drunk to drown her sorrows and they'd ended up here after a succession of clubs and a series of attempted chat-ups.

"# Somedaaaaaayyyyyy..." she finished with a huge flourish and powerful final note.

There was applause from across the bar, at least from the group of men who had gathered closely around her as she'd sung. She noticed some of them taking their fingers out of her ears as she ended her song. The speakers were very loud so she wasn't surprised.

In any case, as she staggered back to Bianca, she was congratulated by her male fans with squeezes of her fine arse, hands sliding up her thighs to cup her pussy and some general breast-groping. She batted off their wandering hands, reminding herself for the tenth time that evening that she really shouldn't have warn such a short red minidress, cut low across her expansive freckled bosom and only down to mid-thigh, exposing her stocking tops as she walked. In her early twenties, with a tall curvaceous leggy figure and striking auburn hair, she always seemed to get more than her fair share of male attention.

Her green eyes looked blearily for her companion at the back of the club, finally realising that Bianca was sitting between two well-dressed Arab men, who were fondling her fat brown boobs through her yellow top.

Bianca looked up unconcernedly, to greet her friend. "Hi, Claire. Look who I met! Two of my favourite clients visiting from the Emirates. I've promised to go back to their hotel with them. Do you fancy coming? There's a couple of grand in it for you," she offered.

Claire frowned disapprovingly. Bianca worked as a glamour model and occasional upmarket prostitute, using her stunning curvy body, intelligent brown eyes and smooth dusky complexion to make money. Claire found the whole idea of selling one's body for sex utterly repulsive and couldn't really understand how Bianca could do it.

Still, she was an adult and if she wanted to make a living servicing ugly rich men then it was up to her. Claire herself would never stoop to such debased activity; she was proud of her faithfulness to her boyfriend.

"No, I'm going to go home, just after I get another drink," she slurred turning to the bar.

Within a few feet she walked into an older man with dark glasses and unusually dark hair, possibly a wig. He was wearing a white jersey over his middle aged paunch, black trousers and a thick necklace.

"Hi, babe," he said, taking Claire's hand. "I had to talk to you. Your singing is, um, amazing," he smiled, leaning in close to her. His accent was a bizarre mid-Atlantic fusion.

"Oh, thank you!" Claire gushed happily.

"In fact I haven't seen such an extraordinary rendition of a Mariah track since, well, since I was recording with Mariah a few years back," he said smoothly.

"Wow! You know Mariah Carey? That's amazing! How come?" she asked excitedly, her drink forgotten as he led her to a booth against the back wall of the bar.

"Darling, my name is Frankie Fame. Yes, that's right, THE Frankie Fame. I've been an impresario for years. Not only did I discover Mariah, I produced the 14th Whitney album and I've just signed Suki Doyle from Britain's Got Talent," he pronounced, pulling her down to sit next to him.

"Oh my god! Really! Wow, I'm so pleased to meet you. And you liked my singing?" Claire gushed. She didn't want to admit that she hadn't actually heard of him but she was highly impressed by his collaborators.

"Honey, I can honestly say I've never heard anything like it. I wonder..." Frankie prevaricated, his arm snaking around her to cup her left breast lightly.

"You wonder what, Mr. Fame?" Claire enquired enthusiastically as he squeezed her boob through her dress. She would have stopped him but she didn't want to interrupt his train of thought and virtually every other man she'd met this evening had tried to do the same so she couldn't blame him for copping a feel.

"No don't worry, I need to get off and meet my girlfriend," he said, although he didn't move except to begin groping her with both hands.

"No please, don't go yet," Claire begged. "What were you going to say about my singing?"

He seemed fascinated by her massive tits, although it was difficult to tell through his sunglasses. She thrust them out further to make sure he got a good handful. She didn't want him to go without finishing his musings about her singing.

"Well, what I was going to say," he answered, "was that you have the makings of a star. But really if I don't get off now, my girlfriend won't give me my evening, er, cuddle. And I can't miss that!"

Claire was amazed. A top music producer had just told her she could be famous. She'd always known she'd had a great voice. Her boyfriend worked as a DJ and she'd asked him several times about whether she could make it as a singer but he'd always dissembled, almost as if he didn't like her singing voice. Well she would show him!

But she couldn't let Freddie leave to cuddle his girlfriend without finding out more.

"No, please don't go! I'll cuddle you instead. She needn't find out," she pleaded as he slipped his hands into the top of her dress to caress her enormous norks and pinch her stiff red nipples through her bra.

"Well, that's a kind offer, doll. But when I say cuddle, I mean a lot more than that. She, you know, well she gives me relief, you know. It really helps me sleep," he hinted.

"Does she just toss you off? Or does she give you a blowjob?" Claire asked. "Please don't go yet. I can do either for you too. And I'm really good at giving head," she offered openly.

"Shit! Er, I mean, yeah, babe. She sucks me off. Why don't you show me what you can do and maybe I'll stick around a bit longer."

Claire looked around. They were in a dark booth although there were a few people at table in front of them. However, they were all looking at the stage, watching three drunken businessmen sing, "Delilah."

"Ok," she agreed, licking her lips determinedly, before reaching out to unzip his trousers and pull out his already hard cock. It was of average size but appeared reasonably clean despite the whiff of stale sweat that hit her as she exposed him.

"Ohm, fuck , yeah, baby," he groaned as, steeling herself, she pushed his flabby belly out of the way and bent to give his dick a quick sticky peck at it's tip, followed by a cautious lick.

Frankie moaned before pushing her head down forcefully, sliding his wrinkled cock into her fresh young mouth. "Yeah, that's fucking amazing, honey," he said. "Stay down low so no-one can see."

Determined to please him so that he would stay to talk to her more about becoming a singer, Claire began to slide her red-lipsticked lips up and down his cock, flicking her tongue rapidly over his knob on the upstroke. She repeated this no more than ten times before he spunked messily into her mouth, moaning in pleasure she swallowed his jizz and sucked hard to clean his deflating todger.

Wiping her mouth she lifted her head from his lap. "Was that OK?" she asked apprehensively.

"Oh, yeah, darling. That's was great. You really know how to suck cock," he agreed.

"Oh, thanks! So please, tell me more about becoming a singer."

The next morning, Claire woke with a ludicrously painful hangover and a foul taste in her mouth. She had ended up spending a good hour chatting to Frankie and had even sucked him off again when he had hinted at leaving before the evening had finally ended.

She had arranged to meet him today to do some testing in his home studio to see if she had what it took to become his latest protégé.

She couldn't believe she'd been so rude that she'd actually fellated him in a bar but, in her drunken state, she hadn't been able to think of another way to keep him there. Still they'd begin today on an entirely new footing, her antics of the previous night forgotten.

By the time Claire had found Frankie's house, her hangover had subsided to manageable proportions. For a successful record producer, his house seemed somewhat ordinary but she supposed that some people didn't necessarily want all the trappings of stardom.

Frankie, still wearing dark glasses, seemed really pleased to see her and even gave her a hug, his lecherous hands wandering to squeeze her high tight buttocks although Claire pushed him away politely, determined to be professional.

She wandered through the luridly decorated living room to get to the studio at the back of the house, noticing several pictures of Frankie with various famous singers including some runners-up from X-Factor and even one of the lesser-known Osmond brothers.

The studio was more of a back room with various bits of decrepit recording equipment. When Claire commented on the age of the gear, Frankie explained that it was all high-end stuff that he'd kept because of its great quality.

"Right, honey first we need to get your voice relaxed. Why don't we try some scales first?" He suggested.

Over the next twenty minutes, Claire tried various different singing exercises, putting as much effort as she could into her voice causing Frankie to pull various faces in astonishment at her fabulous singing voice, she assumed.

Eventually he stopped her, shaking his head. "Claire, I can honestly say you have a truly unique voice. But something's not quite right. I'm just wondering whether you're singing maybe a touch too nasally. You need to get your voice right out from that amazing chest of yours. Here let me show you."

He stood behind her and reached around to grasp her breasts firmly.

"Oh!" Claire squeaked surprised by his sudden groping. "Erm, should you really be feeling my tits right now?" she asked tentatively, not sure why he was squeezing her boobs.

"It's fine, I'm just trying to improve your singing. Now give me a C," he ordered.

Claire wasn't entirely sure what a C really sounded like but tried her best as he groped her enormous fat boobs.

Frankie still wasn't satisfied. "That was a bit better but it's still not right. I know there's more potential in your voice. I know, let's try it without your bra."

"What! What do you mean?" Claire said indignantly.

"I think your bra is constraining your voice. Your breasts feel really firm so I can't imagine you really need one much anyway. I want to hear your voice unfettered. Otherwise how am I going to make you into a star, honey?"

Claire thought about this, eventually nodding. She expected that Madonna had had to overcome many challenges in her early singing career too.

Unfortunately she's chosen to wear a dress today, a green wrap-around affair which left a deep v-neck to showcase her substantial bosom.

With a sigh, she untied her belt and slipped out of it, revealing her matching black bra, thong and hold-ups.

"What about your girlfriend? She's not due back any time soon is she? I wouldn't want her to get the wrong impression," she said as she carefully folded her dress and placed it on a nearby chair.

Frankie stood in front of her, his mouth slack in wonder at her body. She often had this kind of effect on men when she undressed in front of them so she wasn't surprised.

"Girlfriend?" he eventually answered. "Oh, yeah, my girlfriend. Er, she's had to go out of town, so she won't catch us, I mean walk in on us. Go on, get them out," he encouraged.

Claire nodded and reached behind her back to release her bra catch causing her suddenly unfettered breasts to surge forward although not down.

As she pulled the bra away, Frankie's mouth opened even further at the sight of her high red nipples and colossal creamy tits.

When he hadn't moved for a few seconds, Claire nudged him, "Shall we try again?"

Frankie sprang into action. "Oh, yeah. Of course. Just go through those scales again."

Claire began to sing and only gasped slightly when Frankie came up behind her again to grab her enormous boobs and massage them roughly, occasionally pinching her nipples.

"Yeah, baby. Oh, yeah," Frankie moaned into her ear. "That's a lot better. You feel, I mean, you sound good," he said.

Claire clapped her hands happily and bounced up and down, causing her tits to spill out of Frankie's groping hands. "Oh, good!"

"Keep going, honey. I'll just keep hold of these babies to see if I can improve your voice any more."

Claire kept singing for the next half an hour whilst Frankie mauled her breasts and rolled her stiff nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Eventually, her voice beginning to tire she came to the end of Dancing Queen with a cough.

Frankie turned her around in concern although his hands slipped back to her bosom. "Are you OK? We have to be really careful not to damage your vocal chords," he said anxiously.

"Oh," Claire croaked worriedly. "Shall I have some water?"

Frankie nodded and went to get her a glass. Claire thought about putting her bra back on but by the time she'd resolved to do so, Frankie returned and put his hands back on her norks. She sipped the water gratefully.

"Here, why don't you kneel in front of me and I'll look down your throat," he said sitting down in an armchair.

Claire nodded gratefully and knelt down between his open legs, turned her face up and opened her mouth to allow Frankie to peer down it.

"Hmmm, it doesn't look to bad but you're going to have to keep it nice and moist. Water's OK but it doesn't work as well as the traditional way to protect your voice but, well, no, don't worry," he said.

Claire was intrigued. "No, don't stop, what do you mean, traditional way?" she prompted.

"Well, I read a paper by Professor Hermann Schlongsauger of the International Institute for, er, Vocal Singology that talks about how some top singers, such as, um, Kylie Minogue and Amy Winehouse, use the high protein direct delivery method of, um, throat lubrication. But I'm not sure you'd want to try it," he finished, shaking his head.

"No, really! I want to give it a go!" Claire begged. "Please tell me how to do it." She was determined to do whatever it took to look after her vocal chords. After all how else would she ever become a famous singer?

Frankie cleared his throat. "Well, darling, apparently the best possible way is to apply fresh human semen directly to the area to be protected three times a day. It seems that sperm has the perfect balance of protein and nutrients for effective long-lasting vocal durability."

Claire was amazed. Whoever had thought of such an idea! Still if someone like Professor what-ever-his-name-was from the Institute of Singology was recommending it then it must the right thing to do. And if the method was good enough for both Kylie and Amy then it was good enough for her.

"So all I need to do is to suck off my boyfriend three times a day and swallow his spunk and my voice will be fine?" she asked, thinking how pleased Danny would be at the means of treatment, not that he yet knew anything about her singing career.

"Um, well, it depends on how long his penis is. Actually the jizz needs to be spurted directly onto the right place so you would have to be able to overcome your gag reflex. If his cock is too long or too short then it just won't work."

"Oh! Well, he's just bit smaller than average, I'd say," she said blushing. She couldn't believe she was talking about her boyfriend's cock with a record producer.

"So maybe a touch smaller than me? Hmm, well that probably won't be big enough, babe. Tell you what, why don't we try with me and we'll see if we can get it right."

Claire smiled up at him appreciatively. "Oh, thanks so much, Frankie," she said reaching for his fly.

Frankie's cock was as she hazily remembered from the previous evening, of average size, pink and slightly wrinkled, and already almost stiff.

"Lick it, honey," Frankie ordered and she gratefully obeyed, her lithe tongue flickering around his bulbous knob. Once she was satisfied that he was completely erect, she made a tight ring with her moist lips and slowly slid her mouth down most of his length stopping as he hit the back of her mouth. She slid back up again and then repeated the manoeuvre preparing herself to deepthroat him the final two inches.

Frankie though, no doubt trying to be helpful, grabbed her head and pushed it down, forcing her to swallow him completely before she was ready. "Just a bit further. Oh yeah, that's good. There, it's all in. How far down is that?" he grunted

Claire, slightly surprised at the sudden violation of her throat, couldn't in any case speak because her mouth was just so full of cock. However, she pointed to a spot half-way down her neck to indicate just how far in he'd gone.

"That's perfect, doll! Luckily I'm just the right size," Frankie stated joyfully before going back to manhandling her huge knockers and Claire gave him the thumbs-up, trying to smile around his penis. "Now all you need to do is make me come!"




Claire's Career Ch. 08: The Singer



Claire pulled back to breathe, a sticky thread of saliva hanging from her delectable lips to the end of his dick. "OK, let me know when you're close," she said once she'd taken a breath.

It didn't take Frankie long to come once she began to tightly bob up and down on him , making sure she swallowed his cock until her nose was pressed into his wiry greying pubes. In fact her timing was perfect: he began spurting copiously whilst on a down-stroke so that she could feel his salty spunk liberally coating her throat.

Once Frankie's shuddering and groaning had subsided, she allowed his deflating cock to slip out of her mouth.

"Oh, yeah, babe, that was fucking fantastic. Make sure you gargle with any that's left," he suggested.

Claire shrugged, licked him clean of the last few drops of spunk and turned her head back up to do as he'd asked. Luckily she hadn't swallowed all his cum yet and so she was able to gargle what was left of Frankie's rank jism for a few minutes, until it was all gone.

Once she had swallowed it all, she sat back on her haunches. "Thanks, Frankie. I think it feels better already!" she said gratefully.

Frankie patted her hand. "No problem, honey. Just remember, I'm here for you," he said kindly. Claire felt a warm glow inside. How lucky she was that Frankie was such a caring man.

Over the next few days, Claire visited Frankie regularly always starting the day with lubricating her throat, a practice repeated twice more during the day. Luckily for Claire he always seemed to be able to produce a considerable amount of spunk and appeared to be perfectly happy for her to fellate him repeatedly, despite the obvious inconvenience for him and the risk of his girlfriend finding out.

After a week of practice sessions during which Frankie generously held her exposed breasts to improve her unique sound, Claire asked Frankie when she would be ready to properly record a song. 

"Well, honey," he said as she knelt in front of him for her final throat lubrication of the day, "I think we could probably start on a song which I think is perfect for you. It's one I wrote myself for you and it's called 'Make me come (let's sixty-nine all night long)'. We can start to record it tomorrow if you want."

Claire couldn't believe it. He'd even written a song for her! Without thinking she jumped up, her big bare boobs bouncing boisterously, and kissed him full on the lips in grateful excitement. In response, Frankie's hands slipped around her to squeeze her bottom and he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She allowed him to snog her and feel her bum for a couple of minutes (after all he had written a song for her) before pulling away and kneeling back down to suck him off, or rather lubricate her throat. She even kept her blowjob going for a lot longer than usual, keeping him on the brink of ejaculation for a good half an hour, just as an extra special thank you.

After Frankie had eventually squirted his gunk down her throat, she licked him clean appreciatively before standing up.

"Can I have a look at the lyrics?" she said eagerly.

"Sure, darling," Frankie said contentedly, zipping himself up.

Claire had a look at the sheet he handed to her and sang the first verse to a virtually random tune.

"# Ooh, baby, I love the way you touch me with your lips. # You make me moist with lust when you kiss me on my nips. # Ooh, honey, I love to touch you with my mouth. # You feel as hard as steel when I go down south."

"Wow," she commented, "it's a bit, erm, racy!"

"Don't worry, sugar. It's going to be a huge hit! I can see the video now!"

Claire closed her eyes briefly, allowing herself to imagine an MTV video of a sunny beach full of hunky young men dancing around her as she gyrated her bikini-clad body whilst singing. She could hardly believe this was all really happening for her!

She felt so grateful to Frankie that she kissed him again, slightly dislodging his wig, although he didn't notice.

That night Claire read over the full lyrics in secret, not wanting Danny to know what she was up to. He had always been overly protective of her, for some reason always assuming that she would be exploited if he didn't watch out for her. Well, she was looking forward to seeing his face when she had recorded a hit song and had a record deal.

The next morning, Claire was back in Frankie's studio, practising the new song after another long slow grateful throat lubrication session.

Frankie had taken her aback when she had arrived with some amazing news.

"I have a surprise for you. This afternoon we're going to a proper recording studio to lay this track down! I've even got a few backing musicians so we need a full size studio. And if it sounds as amazing as I expect it to then we'll be approaching record companies to see if we can get you a deal!" he'd said.

Claire had been so excited that she'd even allowed Frankie to grab her by her long red ponytail whilst he forcefully throat-fucked her.

Slightly nervously she'd been preparing all morning, repeatedly singing to the music Frankie played for her.

"Claire, that sounds amazing," he said eventually, letting go of her full fat tits which he had been fondling to improve her sound. "The only thing we need to do now is record some moans to go before the final verse. Do you think you can moan into this microphone for me?"

Claire nodded and began oohing and aahing on his cue.

After a while, Frankie stopped her. "Claire, baby, I need more from you than that! Come on, darling. You're making mad passionate love. I want you to scream your desire for me! Let's try again."

Claire did her best to pretend she was being thoroughly shafted but she obviously wasn't putting enough into it because Frankie stopped her once again.

"No, no, no. We've got to get this right otherwise we might not be able to record this afternoon. Look why don't you actually touch your pussy while you moan? That way it'll sound a lot more real. Go on!"

Claire was slightly embarrassed but she understood the need. She was already topless and so slipped off her white miniskirt, keeping her leopard-print stilettos on, to reveal a tiny white g-string and her black stocking tops.

"Go on, honey," Frankie urged her. "Take them off," he ordered, pointing at her pants.

After a brief pause, Claire pulled them down to expose a tiny strip of bright red hair just above the junction of her perfect smooth thighs. She looked around and sat down in an armchair, taking the microphone stand with her and positioning it at the right height.

Frankie had gone strangely quiet, his mouth hanging open, a small dribble of saliva running from its side.

"Shall I start now Frankie?" she asked.

He jumped slightly. "What? Oh, yeah, go for it, baby."

Claire drew her legs up into the chair and allowed them to fall open to give herself access to her pussy. Frankie groaned loudly causing her to look up.

"Are you OK?" she asked.

"Er, yeah, sure, I'm fine. Just practising some moaning out load. Go on, touch yourself," he ordered.

Claire closed her eyes and allowed her right hand to slide down her flat stomach to her cunt, slipping her long graceful fingers down her long pink wet pussy lips and back up to her clit. With her left hand she began alternately tweaking her nipples, pulling on them gently to make them stiff.

Gently rubbing her clit in a circular motion, Claire felt herself moistening and her breathing quickening. "Mmmm," she moaned spontaneously at the feelings of lust sweeping through her body.

"That's really nice, darling," Frankie breathed, causing her eyes to snap open. He was kneeling between her legs, staring intently at her busy fingers caressing the folds of her open pussy.

Trying to ignore him, Claire closed her eyes and continued her elegant manipulations but she couldn't quite recapture her earlier escalating excitement.

"What's wrong, babe?" Frankie asked. "I still need some bigger moans than that."

"I don't know," Claire said, too polite to say that he'd put her off with his dark glasses and slightly skewed wig.

"I've got an idea!" Frankie stated, before leaning over and taking her right nipple into his mouth.

"Oh!" Claire squeaked in astonishment as he began to lick and suck her bud enthusiastically.

She closed her eyes again, admitting to herself that it did feel nice if a little awkward that Frankie was pleasuring her tits for the sake of a record. In any case she was soon masturbating herself busily whilst moaning softly into the microphone.

In some ways it wasn't a surprise when a few minutes later she felt Frankie reach down and slip two fingers into her damp pussy but she groaned loudly as he began vigorously pushing them in and out of her, making a lewd squelching sound. She just counted herself lucky that he was so committed to make her a star that he would go to such lengths for her.

"Yeah, honey, that's better," Frankie said in response to the increased volume of her groaning before he went down on her sticky cunt, flicking his tongue over her turgid clit and allowing her to tweak both of her nipples simultaneously.

All-in-all it was no surprise when Claire began to feel herself approaching orgasm so it was particularly disappointing when Frankie suddenly disengaged from his frantic pussy-licking.

"What's wrong?" Claire asked as he stood up in front of her.

"It's no good, your moanings good but I need it to be louder and more lustful. I wouldn't normally engage in such activity with a client but I don't see any choice," he said as he pulled his trousers down and released his erection.

It took Claire a moment to work out what Frankie intended to do by which time he had lifted her legs over his shoulders and impaled her with his stiff rod.

"Oooh!" Claire squeaked in surprise as he began to thrust himself in and out of her perfect pussy.

"That's it, baby! Louder!" Frankie encouraged.

Claire supposed that, because he'd only come in her willing able mouth that morning, Frankie would have a high level of stamina as far as his lovemaking went. And indeed it soon became apparent that he would last a long time as Claire's passion began to re-intensify until she came noisily despite her lack of attraction to him.

Frankie just flipped her over and re-entered from behind without a word.

"Haven't we got enough yet, Frankie?" she managed to gasp as he recommenced to shaft her powerfully, this time from behind.

"No, not yet. I need to you to scream louder!" he huffed. "In fact, why don't we try this!" he growled, pulling out her sorely abused pussy.

"Noooooo!" Claire screamed as, without so much as a warning, Frankie pushed his ugly cock into her tiny tight anal rosebud. "Ugh, ugh, ugh," she grunted as he mercilessly fucked her fabulous fundament.

"That's better! Keep moaning loud, babe!" he ordered before promptly flooding her rectum with his ghastly gunk. "Oh, fuck, yes!" he shouted before collapsing on top of her.

After a pause, Claire tried to wriggle out from underneath him but she was still speared uncomfortably up her tight anus by his cock. Eventually he giddily pulled himself out of her, causing her to give a final groan.

She stood up gingerly. "Do you think we got enough moans, Frankie?" she asked as some rank jism slid out of her butt and down the inside of her thigh.

Frankie slumped back into the chair. "Yeah, I think we might have enough," he said wheezily.

That afternoon, after a long cleansing shower, Claire drove to the studio with Frankie. When they got there, she realised that it was actually a college.

"I thought we were going to a top recording studio?" she queried as she got out of the car, wincing slightly at the soreness in her delicious bottom.

"Trust me. This place has a great set-up. It's closed for the holidays and it's really cheap," Frankie replied reassuringly.

They met an old balding man dressed in a brown work coat who introduced himself as Alf, the college caretaker. Occasionally leering at Claire's impressive bosom, he showed them through the deserted school corridors until they found themselves in a music room with a studio attached to the back.

The studio was bigger than Frankie's amateur setup but still somewhat cramped. Frankie showed her the booth in which she would be singing and the attached sound-room from which the engineer would control the recording.

Before she'd had a chance to really take it all in, Alf returned with the musicians and engineer.

"Babe, I want to introduce you to Pete, Jez and Ed who play the circuit as The Machine Players and Nigel who's a great soundman. Lads, this is Claire, the amazing find I was telling you about. You're going to be astounded by her, um, distinctive sound!" 

The four men seemed really pleased to see her, eyeing her full-breasted body and endless legs in a distinctly friendly manner.

Claire smiled back at them amiably, just thankful that they were here to help.

Pete was a guitarist, tall and almost cadaverously pale and thin. Jez, a short black man, was carrying a bass guitar, and Ed, who looked Chinese and was more than a little overweight, was the keyboard player.

Claire greeted them all and then said hello to Nigel, the incredibly young-looking and pimply sound engineer, causing him to blush shyly.

In a surprisingly short time, Frankie had arranged matters so that they were ready for the first run-through of the song and Claire entered the booth, ready to sing her heart out.

As Claire sang she noticed the musicians looking at each other in a puzzled way as they played. Even Nigel was slack-jawed in amazement at her voice.

She came stumbling to a halt, suddenly very self-conscious. "What's wrong?" she asked plaintively.

Nigel spoke to her via microphone from the studio. "Erm, well, that didn't sound too good, really," he mumbled apologetically too her, blushing once more.

Claire looked to Frankie and suddenly realised what had happened. She called him over.

"Frankie, it's because you're not holding my boobs! You'll have to squeeze them while I sing, otherwise my voice won't be at its best. Remember!"

"Oh, yeah, babe. Sorry, I forgot. Why I don't I come in there with you. Go on; get those gorgeous colossal tits out."

"Are you sure?" Claire asked in consternation. "In front of all these strangers!" she said, feeling strangely embarrassed.

"It's fine; they're pros. They won't even bat an eyelid!"

Claire wasn't entirely convinced but pulled off her top and unfastened her bra, releasing her huge fat norks. She almost covered them up again at the gasps from the band and Nigel at the sight of her massive creamy freckled tits and pert high red nipples but by then Frankie had a good hold of them. She looked over to see Alf the caretaker leering at her openly.

"What's he doing here?" she hissed to Frankie.

"Oh, um, he's just making sure we look after the studio. Don't mind him, honey, you just sing!"

Claire closed her eyes and sang with as much passion as she could. This time she could feel herself hitting all the right notes as she belted out the bawdy song.

"# Make me come, baby, make me come. # Let's sixty-nine all night long. # Let's sixty-nine all night long. # Let's sixty-nine all night long..."

She finished the chorus rousingly and opened her eyes.

Everyone was still staring at her but this time, it seemed to her, with admiration.

"How was I?" she asked, Frankie's hands falling away as she walked out of the booth.

"Wow!" said one of the band members followed by a further expressions of approval from the other men, although most of them still seemed to be staring at her gigantic firm knockers.

"Baby, you were awesome!" Frankie enthused, putting his arm around her trim waist and pulling her close to him whilst patting her arse familiarly. "Wasn't she boys?"

"She's amazing," Nigel said loudly blushing like a beetroot when Claire looked up at him and smiled gratefully.

They recorded the song three more times over the next hour, Frankie manically fondling her vast flawless breasts whilst she sang. Eventually, Frankie and Nigel agreed that they had enough material to mix a final version.

Claire was happier than she could ever remember. She even gave a hug and a kiss to all the band members and Nigel, only realising that she was still topless when Jez reached up to grope her mammoth bosom.

After tensing momentarily at this unwelcome attention, Claire relaxed and allowed him to have a good feel, only wincing slightly as he roughly pinched her stiff nipples. After all he had played the bass beautifully in what we sure to her hit single.

After this all the men made sure they had a good feel, even Alf the smirking janitor, who slipped his tongue into her mouth while groping her, causing Claire to cough in disgust at his foul smoker's breath.

Only Nigel hesitated, obviously very shy in Claire's presence. Claire, charmed by his sweet coyness, grabbed his hands and put them to her chest to make sure he got a good handful as he hugged her and even good-naturedly ignored his obvious erection which was pressing insistently against her flat sleek belly.

Once everyone had had a thank you cuddle, Claire went back into the recording booth to get dressed while Frankie had a discussion with all five men.

Claire couldn't really hear what was being deliberated but she could tell Frankie was arguing with them about something.

Once clothed, she went out to join them. "Is anything wrong, Frankie?"

Frankie tried to tell her everything was fine but was interrupted by Pete, the guitarist. "I'll tell you what's wrong! Frankie was supposed to pay us but says he ain't got the fucking cash!" Several voices agreed.

"It's OK, darling," Frankie attempted to reassure her. "You go and wait outside while I sort this out the boys."

Claire was concerned now. What if they lost the recording because Frankie hadn't any money! She didn't have much cash with her so couldn't help. She could see her place in pop music history disappearing before her very eyes!

Claire waited in the music room for a few minutes before Frankie called her back into the studio.

There was an air of expectation in the room; Claire felt slightly uncomfortable at the hungry male eyes which immediately settled on her long legs, tight bum and large rack as she entered.

Frankie leant in close to talk to her. "Honey, I've made a bit of a miscalculation about paying the boys. I thought I had a few weeks but it turns out they all want to be paid right now. The only thing is it'll take a few days to get the cash. So unless you can get hold of one and a half grand quickly..."

Claire shook her head in alarm. One and a half thousand pounds! She could ask Danny but he would want to know why and she didn't want to reveal her activities to him just yet.

"I thought not," Frankie continued. "That's a real shame, sugar. That recording was just perfect. I guess we'll just have to leave it and hope they don't erase it all before I can raise the funds."

Claire gasped, her hands grasping in consternation at her magnificent chest. "Oh, no, Frankie! We can't let that happen!"

Frankie shrugged. "Sorry, love. Unless you can think of some way of persuading them..."

Claire looked up at them. Apart from Nigel, they all looked angry but they were all, without exception, staring at her long curvy body.

A thought occurred to her. "Frankie, maybe they'll be satisfied if I let them feel my boobs again? I'll even take my skirt off and let them touch my bum," she suggested.

Frankie raised his eyebrows so high she could see them over his dark glasses. "Now there's an idea! Let me have a word with them and we'll see what we can do."

He had a whispered conversation with the others whilst Claire looked on anxiously.

After a few minutes, Frankie turned back to her, his wig slightly askew.




Claire's Career Ch. 08: The Singer



"Ok, honey. I've negotiated as hard as I can and the deal is they want a lot more than that. Basically they say you can pay off your debt using your body."

Claire's eyes widened in alarm. "My body? You mean..."

"Yep, they'll give you twenty-five quid for a handjob, fifty quid a blowjob, seventy-five for a fuck and a hundred to try out your lovely arse."

"Oh no!" Claire squealed. What a terrible situation! If only Bianca could see her now.

But, of course, this was different. All she'd be doing is paying off a debt to launch her singing career, not really prostituting herself like a common whore. And anyway, no-one need find out.

"OK, then," she began to say before several male hands descended on her clothing to undress her in a whirlwind of testosterone and urgent need.

"That's my girl!" Frankie said rubbing his hands together. "You owe Nigel five-hundred and everyone else two-hundred and fifty including Alf."

"Alf?" Claire said anxiously as the old balding caretaker pulled down her white thong to leave her in nothing more than black stockings and leopard-print stilettos.

"Yeah, honey. I owe him for letting us use the studio on the sly," Frankie replied.

"Oh," Claire said before Ed grabbed her head by her hair, forcing her to bend over at the waist and swallow his pudgy erection. Almost immediately she felt her thighs being separated so that she was standing legs wide apart as a long thin penis was roughly inserted into her unsuspecting pussy. She could tell it was Pete because she could see Nigel looking on astonishedly at her from past Ed's chunky waist as her left and right hands were guided to Alf's wrinkled member and Jez's extraordinarily thick cock respectively whilst they fondled her immense dangling boobs.

Sighing mentally, she concentrated on satisfying all four of them as quickly and efficiently as possible.

Perhaps because of the practice she'd had recently with her mouth, her agile tongue-flicking and staunch sucking caused to Ed came quickly; she swallowed his salty jism speedily and took a breath only for Jez to stuff his very thick but stubby knob into her mouth, stretching her lips wide around him as he fucked her face.

She expected Nigel to take his place in her right hand but instead was surprised to grab hold of Frankie's familiarly wrinkled penis. She couldn't stop to enquire what he was doing because Pete's long slender member was banging uncomfortably against the entrance to her cervix. She concentrated on trying to maintain a rhythm with her hips, head and hands simultaneously.

Her agility and athleticism paid dividends after a few minutes with Pete spurting deep into her pussy whilst fingering her tiny pink arsehole.

As pulled her out of her, Jez pushed her head off his cock with a loud pop.

Claire, who's mouth had been aching from servicing such a fat dick, heaved a huge sigh of relief. Her respite didn't last long however as Alf pulled his cock out of her hand and rubbed it over her face, leaving a foetid trail of sticky pre-cum across her cheek.

It was apparent that Alf believed that washing was an optional activity as his cock tasted utterly disgusting, evidently not cleaned for goodness knows how long, as he thrust it into her mouth with a groan of triumph.

Claire's eyes watered at the unpleasant smell from his greasy grey pubes but then she forgot all thought of worrying about Alf's lack of hygiene as she felt Jez position his exceptionally thick erection at her vacated pussy.

She screamed around her mouthful of elderly malodorous cock as Jez pushed himself into her, stretching her pussy walls wider than they'd ever been stretched. Even as he began to slide his bulky dong in and out of her tight moistening cunt, she incongruously noticed that Nigel still hadn't joined in despite nursing an obvious erection.

Alf obviously wasn't used to having his ugly reeking cock being serviced by a gorgeous young woman's talented mouth because he took no time to squirt over her poor tongue, forcing her to swallow his rank semen.

Claire coughed and spluttered as he withdrew and then sank to her hands and knees as Jez powerfully shafted her from behind. He knelt down with her without a pause and began to increase the pace of his thrusting until she was moaning in pleasure at his skilled fucking, not even minding when Frankie briefly pushed himself into her mouth to ejaculate rather weakly.

Claire's first orgasm was explosive and sudden, ripping through her slender frame like the crack of a whip and causing her substantial boobs to shake violently. She came again twice more rapidly, noticing between the two climaxes that Nigel was still to yet to join in.

She pushed her hips back in time with Jez's thrusts, her breasts swaying delightfully, until he couldn't resist any more, causing him to spunk copiously in her delightfully wet pussy.

Taking a few moments to recover, Claire looked up at Nigel who was evidently too shy to take advantage of her obvious delights, which she thought was sweet. Added to his charming nervousness was the fact that she owed him twice as much as the others. She decided to encourage him to claim his debt from her, by crawling up to him seductively on her hands and knees.

"Are you OK, Nigel?" she breathed, licking her lips as she looked up at him with her big green eyes. "Wouldn't you like me to suck your cock?"

Nigel groaned in what appeared to be a mixture of terror and lust as Claire once more placed his hands firmly on her astounding tits, smiling encouragingly at him as he tweaked her nipples.

She reached up forward to cup his erection, squeezing it delicately before unzipping his ordinary-looking todger. Mindful that this was most likely his first sexual experience and aware that he was probably very close to coming, Claire kissed the tip of his cock lightly, causing a sticky strand of pre-cum to hang between her glossy pink lips and his virgin penis.

Slowly, deliberately she opened her mouth and slid her lips around his glans, gradually increasing her suction and swirling her tongue wetly around him.

She could taste that he was about to come so she slid her mouth down so that he was wedged at the back of her throat. This was obviously just too much for his resistance, because he immediately began to spurt down her gullet. She pulled back so that his final spurts coated her tongue. Sitting back she swallowed noisily and smiled up at him. "There, that wasn't too bad was it?"

Nigel shook his head, a huge stupid grin plastered across his face causing Claire to smile at his innocent pleasure. What a nice boy!

Sensing movement behind her, she turned to see at least three erections ready to be serviced once again.

"Oh fuck," she sighed. "Right, who wants which hole?" she asked resignedly.

It took several hours for Claire to pay off her debt although, not having much of a head for mathematics, she lost count of the balance fairly quickly into her ordeal.

She was pretty certain that all of them had come in her pussy at least once more, Jez driving her to a series of mind-blowingly powerful orgasms again. Most satisfyingly though she had taken Nigel's virginity by riding him hard, staring into each others' eyes, as he'd groped her hefty dangling breasts.

Pete had also taken advantage of her arsehole by poking his very long but, thankfully, very thin cock in and out her deliciously tight anus until he was able to push himself all the way into her butt, his balls slapping against her plump pussy. Mercifully for Claire's poor abused bumhole, he hadn't been able to last too long, coating her rectum with spunk after a few minutes.

She'd also sucked them most them all off once more although after a while the whole thing became a blur of sticky penises and grunting hairy men.

Finally though it was all over. She dressed herself shakily noticing that Frankie was collecting money from the four older men.

"What's that for?" she asked him indignantly.

"Don't worry, babe. It's just that they used up more than their agreed debt so I thought I'd collect the cash to contribute to, um, the distribution costs of the single."

"Oh! Well, that's all right then," Claire said, perking up at the thought of imminent musical stardom.

"Although you still owe Nigel quite a lot."

"Oh, dear," she said, although the thought of sexually relieving Nigel wasn't too onerous. Conscious that he would be mixing her single she gave him a kiss and arranged to meet him the next afternoon at his house for more servicing while his mum was out at work, promising him that she'd wear some sexy lingerie. She also noted to herself that she had to remember to bring some lubricant in case he wanted to try her arse.

Finally, she said goodbye to the cheerful band as they packed away their gear and hobbled sorely to the car with Frankie.

As they drove, he smiled at her and patted her thigh. "Well, doll, that was an adventure! Still it'll all be worth it when you're top of the charts!"

Claire smiled back, happy that she'd been so resourceful in the face of potential disaster.

As Frankie drove, she allowed herself to day dream about her future career as a pop star. It was going to be amazing! Her boyfriend would be astounded and more than a little bashful that he'd underestimated her! She couldn't wait to become Claire Bell, superstar!



Claire's Career Ch. 09: The Prostitute



Claire was in the shower the first time Bianca called her to ask for help.

She heard her mobile ring through the open bathroom door just as she was shampooing her glossy red hair but left it to go to voicemail. She rinsed her hair thoroughly before working in the conditioner and moving onto her long curvaceous body, carefully soaping her sizeably-proportioned creamy-coloured red-tipped breasts, her flat toned stomach and shapely firm bottom before languorously lathering her lithe smooth thighs.

She spent perhaps a few moments longer than would be considered respectable as her long slender fingers slipped between her gently parted labia and cleaned her pouting plump pussy, sighing at the deliciously pleasurable feeling but virtuously not allowing herself to prolong the sensation.

Her phone rang again after she'd dried herself as she was slowly rubbing moisturiser into her perfect boobs, gently tweaking her petite nipples as she did so.

She strode, stark naked, into the bedroom, walking around to her side of the bed to see that her best friend Bianca was calling her.

Claire didn't have any other intimate female friends other than Bianca. She wasn't sure why she couldn't get close to other women; her boyfriend Danny's view was that other women felt threatened by Claire's stunning beauty whereas Bianca too was utterly gorgeous and could handle being in her company without needing to make any comparison.

In any case, Bianca and Claire, both in their early-twenties, got on like a house on fire, although Claire occasionally felt slightly disquieted by Bianca's insalubrious profession.

Bianca, despite a good degree from a top university, an articulate enquiring mind and a sharp business brain, made a living through a combination of glamour modelling and high-end prostitution, simply because she made stacks of money by doing so.

Claire hardly considered herself prim or prudish but she couldn't morally countenance her friend selling her body for money. It was just plain wrong.

Of course Claire herself had got into some situations where the casual bystander might have misconstrued the situation and thought that perhaps she was maybe providing pseudo-sexual favours in return for goods or services. But of course, Claire knew this was far from the actual truth. She would never either cheat on Danny nor pimp her, admittedly lovely, body for cash or in-kind benefits.

In fact she had nearly got into severe difficulty in her relationship with her boyfriend when Danny had come home inadvertently early and almost caught her deep-throating the penis of her musical agent, Frankie Fame.

Or at least that's how it might have looked to Danny. In fact Frankie had popped round to ask her to come with him to meet an A&R executive from a small record company who was interested in a song she'd recorded but really wanted to see her up close in the flesh, as it were. He'd also suggested that, as he happened to be there, he enhance her voice by lubricating her throat using a scientifically proven methodology which involved Frankie ejaculating directly over her vocal cords. Claire had readily agreed, keen to enhance her every chance of pop stardom

But of course if Danny had interrupted them, he wouldn't have realised, at least initially, that just because she was deep-throating someone's cock didn't mean she was actually having oral sex with him. And because Claire didn't feel any need to complicate matters, she'd jumped up as soon as she'd heard Danny at the door even though Frankie was midway through orgasming copiously down her throat.

She'd quickly swallowed what she could, sucked Frankie's wrinkled member clean and wiped her face with her fingers, licking off the spunk before throwing her bra and top back on as Frankie zipped himself up and arranged himself on the sofa as if without a care in the world.

When Danny had come into their living room he had appeared surprised by and perhaps a little suspicious of Frankie's presence and then angry when Claire explained to him who he was as she revealed the details of her potential single. Once Frankie had left, they'd argued because Claire had kept her embryonic singing career a secret from Danny despite that fact he was a successful DJ.

Danny had always seemed to think Claire couldn't look after herself, that she was gullible and easily manipulated by unscrupulous men only interested in access to her wonderful body. And hence he'd been ridiculously over-protective whenever she wanted to go out and make her own career.

Still, feeling more than a little guilty that her long-term boyfriend and love of her life had almost caught her with another man's penis in her mouth, Claire had reluctantly agreed to immediately end her nascent singing career.

Inside, she'd felt absolutely dejected. She'd put an awful lot of work into her singing; she'd even found herself sexually satisfying her backing band in order to pay them to record her single with her, amongst other somewhat ostensibly dubious endeavours.

But there was no way she could risk losing Danny. She'd been hopeful that perhaps, in the not-too-distant future, they might get married and even have children. It was only because Frankie was so old, fat and ugly that Danny hadn't conceived that she might have been committing an obscene impropriety. She had to be very careful to protect Danny's precious love for her. 

So she had grudgingly refused to meet up with Frankie again to discuss the song. It hadn't seemed to have been going anywhere anyway so what was the point, she'd grumbled to herself cholerically.

And to allay any suspicions Danny might have possibly harboured, she had thrown herself into pleasing him, making sure he was thoroughly sexually fulfilled, taking every opportunity to suck him off unexpectedly or ride him sinuously to blissful orgasm. She'd even, after an accidental slip whilst being vigorously humped doggy-fashion, allowed him to take her up the arse, a new and delightfully pleasant experience to him, although not to her, having somehow found herself with a wide selection of men's penises violating her tiny anal rosebud over the last couple of years.

In any case it seemed to be working: Danny was as loving as ever towards her and he'd not mentioned Frankie or her song for a few days now.

Claire sighed as she picked up her phone, still a little tired from the sound rogering she'd had that morning from Danny before he'd left for work. Life had just been so complicated lately!

As soon as she answered, Bianca excited voice cut into her greeting. "Claire! Oh thank goodness I got hold of you. I'm desperate for a favour. Please please, I so need your help!"

Claire smiled. Bianca was always such a drama queen. "What is it, B?" she asked indulgently.

"Ok, well. Now, don't get cross with me until you've heard what I need but I'm due to have a threesome today with a really important client..."

"Bianca! I've told you that I can't cheat on Danny! And anyway I won't have sex for money," she interrupted, certain that Bianca was about to offer her a chance to make some money whoring.

"Wait, wait. I know you won't do a trick with me although I can't see how it's much different from the some of the things you've got up to recently. Anyway, the other girl who was due to join me has let me down and I can't find anyone else at short notice who's hot enough. This guy only accepts the best. I just need another beautiful woman to come out to dinner with us tonight and then join us in the bedroom. I swear you won't have to do anything. You can even keep your clothes on. He always gets really drunk so he won't even really remember that much so you can get away with doing virtually nothing. I'll do all the work and you get a five-hundred quid. Please, Claire," Bianca said persuasively.

In the end Claire only gave in because of Bianca's promises that she wouldn't have to have sex with the man.

"But I'm only doing it as a favour for a friend. I'm faithful to Danny and I always will be. And I won't accept any money! Friends don't do favours for cash," she affirmed assertively.

Which is how she found herself at Bianca's stylish Kensington flat that evening, making herself look as ravishing as she possibly could.

She'd chosen a tiny bright figure-hugging low-cut ruby mini-dress which she knew went beautifully with her shining auburn hair. The nails on both her elegant hands and adorable feet were painted emerald to match her sparkling green eyes. She'd chosen black floral-patterned hold-up stockings as well as a black half-cup bra and thong set which of course no-one else would see but made her feel confident and sexy. Her look was completed with patent red stilettos a delicate black shrug and a slim stylish black clutch purse.

"Oh, babe, you look absolutely stunning!" Bianca had greeted her effusively. "Good enough to eat!"

Of course Bianca looked eye-catchingly gorgeous too. She was slightly shorter than Claire but still of good height, with a lushly curvaceous body, full fat breasts and a generously rounded bottom by which men seemed hypnotised. Her smooth skin was a creamy-brown colour, her tightly-curled mid-length dark hair artfully piled onto her head in pleasingly gracefully fashion. Her amused brown eyes were wide, her nose finely shaped and her striking face was constantly set in a knowing merry expression as if she were about to laugh. She was wearing a cream crocheted dress that stopped mid-thigh and that hinted at white lacy underwear through its discreet knit. Thigh length cream high-heeled boots, a short fitted jacket and a large tan handbag finished off her outfit fetchingly.

After a few finishing touches to their makeup and a swift glass of pink fizz, the girls took a taxi to the West End, finding themselves in a the bar of a classily appointed multi-Michelin-starred restaurant.

Claire's first sentiment on meeting the client was mild repugnance. Ali was a big man, over six feet tall and very wide, a bit like a rugby prop gone to seed. His eyes were darkly saturnine, hooded but with sharp intelligence and his mouth somewhat hooked into a pensive grimace. His muddy olive skin was scarred and pock-marked, his dark hair short and wiry but, she noticed, his hands, as they cupped Bianca's flawless bottom, were huge.

Once he'd greeted Bianca he turned to Claire and hugged her to him as he kissed both of her cheeks. She could smell his sophisticated aftershave, something by Bois 1920 she thought, and felt the smoothness of his elegantly tailored navy Italian suit against her full proud breasts. Without breaking eye contact with her, he nonchalantly ordered a bottle of Cristal which they drank at their table while Claire blushed uncharacteristically at his attention.

As it turned out Ali, a successful property developer, was gracious, charming and witty. His range of conversation was urbane and profound. And his largesse, as he ordered a series of stunning wines to match the stunning food, was unbounded.

He appeared very attracted to Claire, his eyes lingering hungrily on her enormous breasts and profound cleavage and his hands freely stroking her arm or squeezing her knee under the table as he made an important or insightful point, causing her to jump tensely on several occasions. Despite this unwelcome attention, Claire played her part and smiled at him attentively as she found herself slowly warming to his charismatic persona particularly as she drank more wine.

In fact, as their meal drew to a close, Claire found herself somewhat light-headed, having imbibed a generous amount of highly-priced and highly intoxicating plonk. She managed to totter out of the restaurant though without stumbling or embarrassing herself.

As she was ushered into the back of Ali's lavishly accoutred Bentley by his chicly suited chauffeur, Claire's eyes widened at the sight of Bianca cupping Ali's crotch as she kissed him open-mouthed and licentiously.

She settled into the plush leather to Ali's right as the car pulled away, her anxiety intensifying as her friend deftly unzipped his trousers and adroitly extracted his long fat penis, already semi-erect. She looked around in panic as they drove smoothly through the streets of central London but of course no-one could see through the darkened windows into the car and the chauffeur seemed utterly disinterested.

Bianca was slowly masturbating her client as he nuzzled her substantial breasts through her stretchy dress. Were they really going to have sex here in the car?

"Oooh!" Claire exclaimed suddenly as, without lifting his head from Bianca's bosom, Ali reached out his big right hand to squeeze her big left boob, caressing it vigorously through her dress. Bianca had said no touching! She reached up to push his hand away but caught her friend's pleading look.

Against her better judgement and for the sake of her best friend, Claire sighed and allowed Ali to maul her boobs, mortified at the thought of what her boyfriend would think of such antics.

Despite her disquiet, Claire managed to compose herself enough to smile fetchingly as Ali sat up and turned towards her. She turned her head slightly as he leaned in towards her, disguising her reluctance playfully and allowing him to kiss her graceful neck.

"Bianca!" she mouthed silently in complaint to her friend as Ali squeezed her tits around his face and snogged her cleavage, murmuring contentedly.

Bianca shrugged perplexedly before whispering, "I know!" and plunging her lush ovalled mouth down on Ali's sticky erection.

Ali groaned blissfully as Bianca's tongue danced up and down his shaft; inspired by lust, he reached neatly into Claire's low-cut dress and scooped her right boob out of her bra before beginning to suck enthusiastically on her small red nipple.

Claire moaned half in distress, half in pleasure as her boob was licked to the accompaniment of the lewdly soft squelching sound of Bianca's breathtaking blowjob.

Luckily, they arrived at Ali's hotel, one of London's finest, before matters could go any further. After a little sartorial adjustment, Claire stumbled out on the pavement with a heartfelt sigh of relief. She had to be careful not to let Ali go any further with her.

Claire, still feeling inebriated, hardly registered the smiling doorman, the beautiful marble-and-oak-decorated foyer, the gentle piano music and the speedy lift to the top floor before she found herself in Ali's large suite.

"Make yourselves comfortable, ladies," he said before excusing himself to visit the lavatory.

As soon as he was gone Claire turned to Bianca furiously. "Bianca! You said he'd get so drunk that I wouldn't have to take my clothes off!"

"Well, you didn't really take anything off, Claire," she began to reply before Claire interrupted.

"Bianca, he was sucking my tits! Friend or no friend, I'm not being unfaithful to Danny! You'll have to make an excuse – I'm leaving now!" she hissed apoplectically.

"No, wait please, Claire. I really need you. Ali's an important client and he really wanted a threesome. Look, I know he's not that drunk yet but we can ply him with more champagne. It's just possible you might need to take off your clothes and I'm sorry for that. And it would probably be a good idea if you let him suck your boobs which, by the way, are just amazing. And perhaps if you could just wank him a little bit? It's not really proper sex is it? Please?" Bianca begged.

"What do you mean it's not really proper sex?" Claire squeaked indignantly.

"Well that's what you said to me about that time you tossed off those schoolboys when you were working in that charity shop. Come on, Claire, please..."

Claire paused briefly, remembering that she'd actually done a lot more than that although she hadn't admitted it to Bianca. "Umm. Well, I suppose. Oh, um, er..."

"Yes! Thank you, babe!" Bianca grabbed Claire and hugged her, pecking her on the lips.

"Oh, Bianca. OK. But I won't put his cock inside me! No matter what! That would be really letting Danny down."

"Thanks," Bianca said kissing Claire happily once again.

"Well, ladies! That's perfect. Why don't you give me a little show, babes?" Ali ordered as he returned from his ablutions.

Bianca giggled saucily before pulling Claire down onto the bed next to her. "Just play along!" she whispered before kissing Claire full on her mouth.

Claire had never had a Sapphic experience in her life and nor had she even considered one. So she was a little bemused as her best friend slipped her tongue into her mouth and squeezed her boobs, gently pinching her nipples through her dress.

Despite her initial reluctance and the awkwardness of the situation, Claire relaxed and began to kiss Bianca back, her passion slowly building. She hadn't realised quite how much fun it would be to make out with another woman. She noticed that Ali was groaning at the sight of the two delightful young women snogging and fondling as he slowly wanked himself.

When Bianca paused to aid Claire out of her dress, Claire allowed her to do so before helping her disrobe in turn. In fact she forgot that Ali was in the room for while as she lost herself in her best friend's intimate embrace.

So when she felt Ali cup her arse, Claire started at the sudden intrusion into her reverie.

She sat up abruptly, immediately and acutely aware of what she'd been doing, almost knocking the champagne flute out of Ali's hand.

"Gorgeous, so so gorgeous," Ali sighed as he passed the two girls some fizz. Claire's eyes widened at his entirely naked torso, hairy and powerful despite his excess flab. His cock was hard and threatening, of substantial girth and length and menacingly hirsute. She knocked back her champagne in alarm, pressing her back against the headboard of the king-size bed.

Bianca however smiled warmly, before leaning forward to grab Ali by his erection, angling her glass to mischievously slide his heavy cock into the cool sparkling wine.

Ali's startled exclamation turned immediately into a deep groan of pleasure as Bianca pulled him out of the cold glass and into her warm mouth, passing the flute to Claire. For a while Claire watched in wonder as Bianca expertly fellated her client, gently licking around the rim of his glans before plunging her mouth down on him to swallow two-thirds of his outsized member. Without thinking, Claire downed Bianca's champagne before putting the glass on a bedside table.

Eventually, Ali grabbed hold of Bianca's hips and lay back on the bed, swivelling her around and pulling aside her white thong so that he could reach her perfect fresh twat with his thick brawny tongue. "Both of you suck me," he commanded before burying his face between Bianca's long smooth thighs.

Bianca clamped her legs around his face, grinding her arse down onto Ali's lucky face before looking up at Claire beseechingly. "Please," she murmured to her friend, holding out Ali's cock to her.

Claire settled on the bed between Ali's legs, tentatively reaching out to encircle his fleshy stalk with her graceful fingers, slowly masturbating him. "No!" she hissed. "You said that I'd only have to wank him!"

Bianca glanced down to make sure Ali's ears were completely covered as she rubbed her slick pussy over his face. Satisfied he couldn't hear them, she looked back up at Claire imploringly. "Please, Claire. It's not that bad. You're still masturbating him. You're just using your mouth, that's all. Oh go on, babe. For me, your best friend," she entreated dramatically, bending forward to lick Ali's knob but without losing eye contact with Claire.

Claire's hand was sliding up and down Ali's pole as she drunkenly considered Bianca's appeal. Shaking her head resignedly and sighing, Claire lent down and joined Bianca in slurping on Ali's meaty dong.

Despite herself, Claire found herself enjoying giving head with her friend, their tongues duelling over Ali's sensitive glans. She began to enjoy the rhythm of their respective head bobbing and their intuitive teamwork as they worked over his genitals with their hot hungry mouths. As Claire sucked on his big hairy bollocks and tickled his anus and perineum with the tip of her tongue, Bianca lashed the apex of his cock with her lithe tongue; as Bianca licked her way down his shaft, Claire moved up to slurp heartily on the head of his knob. All-in-all their instinctive collaboration was most satisfying. Judging from Ali's muffled moans he was enjoying it somewhat too.




Claire's Career Ch. 09: The Prostitute



So it really shouldn't have been a surprise when Ali released a huge spurt of spunk all over Claire's mouth, nose and forehead. Even so she let out a squeal of alarm as the huge load of cum liberally coated her pretty young face. Luckily Bianca quickly took over, plunging her mouth over his cock to collect the remainder of his ejaculate as he shuddered and twitched in bliss beneath her.

Once Ali had completed his orgasm and fully relaxed, Bianca climbed off him, pointed at her full mouth before making an incoherent 'just-going-to-the-bathroom-but-my-mouth's-full' noise and gesturing to the restroom door. She grabbed Claire's hand and pulled her into the en-suite.

Once inside, Bianca closed the door and spat Ali's sperm into the sink. "Pwah. Ugh, disgusting," she sputtered. "Go on then, darling. Clean off your face," she said to Claire as she sorted through the complimentary toiletries for some mouthwash.

Claire cleaned off her face with hand soap and water, not too worried about the spunk she'd already tasted when it had leaked into her mouth. In fact she was a little surprised that Bianca hadn't swallowed as its flavour seemed innocuous enough to her but she didn't pretend to understand the arcane ways of the professional slut.

Bianca sighed loudly and Claire turned to find her friend urinating unselfconsciously on the stylish porcelain lavatory, her flawless coffee skin contrasting fascinatingly with the white-ware. "Oh, that's better, honey. It's all that wine!" Bianca giggled. Claire smiled at her stunning friend as she continued. "And thanks so much for blowing him so eagerly. I really do appreciate having a friend like you, Claire. Don't worry you won't have to do anything else."

Once they'd both completed their ablutions, they walked back in to find Ali sitting up on the bed stroking his semi-erect penis.

"Ah! Girls, you're back! Have some more champagne and then get out of your undies and come and join me. I have a few erotic variations in mind that I think you'll find very interesting," he requested.

Bianca helped Claire out of her bra and thong, cooing in delight at her mammoth pale freckled boobs, the cute thatch of trimmed auburn hair above her slit, her long legs and her glorious peachy butt so that she was left only in her black stockings and red heels.

Bianca quickly lost her tiny white g-string and delicate bra exposing her gloriously curved torso, large tan-tipped tits and smooth twat.

Within a few minutes Claire found herself back to sucking Ali's fat dick while he sucked in turn on Bianca's fat boobs. As she tenderly slid her beautifully moist lips up and down his shaft in a slow methodical rhythm, Bianca left them briefly to impishly produce an enormous semi-transparent violet vibrator from her handbag.

Claire's eyes widened around her mouthful of swarthy cock, as Bianca turned on the toy and came back to the bed.

"Fuck yes, girls," Ali moaned as Bianca joined Claire once more to suck his cock.

Noticing Claire's alarm, she whispered, "Trust me! Just pretend you're enjoying it!" surreptitiously in her ear before pulling Claire's face away from Ali's dong to kiss her passionately.

Once more, as Claire snogged her best friend, she felt herself getting more and more aroused to the point that, when Bianca paused to ardently lick her ripe red nipples and tease them with her pulsating purple plaything, Claire had to suppress an involuntary squeal of lust as she was pushed onto her back on the bed.

So it was with a peculiar combination of apprehension and expectation that Claire stroked her friend's lush dark hair as Bianca kissed her way down Claire's flat stomach, pausing to tongue her belly button, before she continued towards her pussy, her obscene lilac vibrator in hand.

Claire had heard that having a woman lick one's cunt was a different experience to when a man did it and judging by her sample of exactly one, it was more than different: it was significantly better. Bianca knew exactly how to tongue her pussy lips, exactly how to finger her hole and exactly how to suck her clitoris. When Bianca slowly circled the vibrator around her clit, Claire couldn't help herself: with an indignant squawk, she orgasmed vehemently.

"Oh, that's so hot," Ali murmured, reaching forward to stroke fondle Claire's large fair breasts and roll her nipples roughly between thumb and forefinger. Despite herself, Claire moaned lasciviously at this less than gentle treatment, still stunned by her climax.

Bianca lifted her face from between Claire's head to kiss Ali and allow him to lick Claire's juices off her face.

"Hmm, so delicious," he groaned. "I want to be inside you."

Claire was momentarily alarmed before she realised that Ali was talking to Bianca, who had already discarded the vibrator and was unrolling a condom. She slid it onto Ali's sizeable member before sucking him briefly and then climbing into a 69 position on top of Claire.

"Oh, shit," Claire mumbled to herself as Bianca's perfect shaved cunt was positioned right in front of her eyes. She'd never really thought about another woman's genitals as being attractive but Bianca's pussy was magnificent, plump lipped and dusky, moist and fragrant, rudely gaping open in unspoken enticement.

She gasped as Ali's brought his big cock and balls to Bianca's entrance and, without thinking, reached up to help him find the right positioning to slowly split her lips open before thrusting himself powerfully into her tiny tight twat.

Claire, entranced by the obscene spectacle only inches from her eyes, allowed her legs to fall open without thinking as Bianca, moaning at Ali's sudden intrusion, buried her face between her long thighs.

Within a few minutes, Bianca had induced in her yet another mind-shattering orgasm despite the enormous distraction of being thoroughly fucked by her heavily endowed client and Claire found herself getting more and more drawn into the whole experience as she reached out her tongue to slurp on Ali's hairy testicles and along his rubber-clad shaft, getting a hint of her friend's fruity flavour.

Unable to assuage her curiosity, Claire even licked up his cock until she was directly tasting her friend's cunt-lips and the strawberry flavoured lubricant she must have clandestinely applied. Soon she was tonguing her clit in much the same way as Bianca was doing to her, Ali's balls sliding across her forehead as he continued to forcefully fuck her friend.

Afterwards, when Claire looked back at what had happened that evening, she pinpointed this exact moment as the time after which she lost any vague semblance of control.

Up to that instant, Claire could justifiably say that she'd only been helping out Bianca with a tricky 

However after that point, she couldn't really pretend any more.

When she licked her friend's pussy, she wanted to make her come because she was really turned on by her first lesbian experience. And when, after Ali had eventually pulled out of Bianca and Claire had achieved another few lingually stimulated orgasms, she hadn't hesitated to push him back, rip off the condom and climb onto him, impaling her soaking twat onto his lengthy thick cock, offering him her tits to maul and tweak.

As Claire rode him, Bianca sat on Ali's face, allowing him tongue her pussy and arse and covering his ears with her thighs, before giving her a thumbs-up and a big kiss. "Thanks so much for helping me Claire. I know you've gone further than you wanted but it honestly doesn't mean anything: it's just business. And I tell you what: your fake orgasms are amazing. I wish I could do mine as well as you do!"

Claire smiled weakly in response, not having realised that Bianca has been simulating her climaxes, whilst continuing to bounce up and down on Ali's fat knob.

"By the way, are you using a condom, babe?" Bianca asked as she ground her arse on Ali's smiling face.

Claire shook her head with a tight moan. "No. I never use them. And I'm not a prostitute, I'm just helping out so I don't need to," she gasped, yet another climax building between her legs.

"Er, ok," Bianca said, a puzzled expression on her face. She was going to say more but at that moment, Ali let out a huge but muffled groan into her pussy as he began to spurt mightily into Claire's tight hot cunt, setting her off in yet another orgasm.

"Nice one, Claire!" Bianca said approvingly as Claire shuddered joyously, her pussy full of spunk.

After Ali had caught his breath, he sat back on the bed and ordered the two girls to entertain him until he was ready to join them.

Claire found herself on top of Bianca, her pussy dripping spunk over friend's face as she avidly snogged her cunt in return. After she'd come again from a combination of Bianca's clever tongue and the crude thrusting of the lilac vibrator, she rolled off Bianca who turned to hold her as Claire licked her face clean of a sticky mixture of pussy juice and spunk.

It didn't take Ali long to join them who, over the next two hours, fucked them both repeatedly in several different positions before he ended up doing Claire from behind. When he pulled out and positioned his knob at her arsehole, Claire's eyes widened in consternation but she didn't protest, not wanting to make a fuss, as he slowly, powerfully, pushed his chunky cock up her butt.

Bianca, whose pussy Claire had been licking, lifted her head up and looked down at her, mouthing, "Is he fucking your arse?" Claire nodded tightly, puffing hard as Ali stretched her poor cute bumhole to its limit as he rammed her mercilessly.

"Wow!" Bianca whispered back before nodding. "I'll charge a bit extra," she said astutely.

In the end, for an additional fee of course, Ali was allowed to finish up Bianca's exceptionally tight arse, or so Claire judged, based on how difficult it had been for him to force himself up her despite a liberal application of lubricant.

Exhausted, Claire got dressed in a confused haze as Ali contentedly handed over an enormous wad of cash to Bianca.

It was only when the smirking doorman let them out of the hotel that the cool clear evening air sobered her up somewhat.

As a black cab drove them out towards their homes, Claire buried her head in her hands with a disconsolate groan.

"Darling, what's wrong?" Bianca asked concernedly.

"Oh, B. What have I done? I can't believe I went so far!" Claire whined.

Bianca put an arm around her friend. "Oh no, babe. It's ok. Remember wanking someone is fine. It doesn't count as being unfaithful. All you were doing was using different parts of your body to masturbate him like your mouth and your pussy."

"And my arse."

"Yes; and your arse. It's not as if you enjoyed it really, right?"

Claire shook her head, unwilling to admit that perhaps she had just a little.

"So there you go. And the stuff we did to each other. It was just a bit of good clean fun and I promise you Danny wouldn't mind that one bit! So you don't need to feel guilty at all. You were just helping me out with work, that's all," Bianca added smoothly.

Claire nodded thoughtfully. Maybe Bianca was right. She hadn't really enjoyed it that much. All her orgasms had been accidental, after all.

"Are you sure you don't want any of this cash?" Bianca asked, opening her handbag.

"No," Claire said firmly, "why don't you give my share to charity?"

"Er, yeah. Sure, I'll do that," Bianca nodded.

"Please though, Bianca. I can't do this again so promise me you'll never ask me," Claire begged.

"All right, Claire, I won't" Bianca replied giving her best friend a hug.

Claire was apprehensive as she got home but Danny was still out on a DJ-ing job at a club so she had time to have a hot shower and clean herself completely of any signs of her debauched evening.

In fact she was fast asleep when she he eventually got home and snuggled up behind her. Feeling his slender erection probing her poor tender bottom, she groggily turned around to kiss him drowsily. Eventually giving in to his insistent and horny pressure, she slid down his body to sleepily suck him off, way too sore for a fuck.

The next morning, Danny surprised her with breakfast in bed.

"Oh thanks, darling. What's the occasion?" she joked but felt suddenly guilty when he replied that it was the anniversary of their first date. She'd forgotten! And then when the events of the night before came back to her, her remorse threatened to overwhelm her.

However rather than make a tearful relationship-destroying confession, Claire threw herself at her boyfriend, energetically and ingeniously satisfying him, using all of her abundant assets fully so that, when they finally emerged from their bedroom, he was fully sexually sated. Ironically, Claire did fake several orgasms that morning, not being able to get herself fully aroused because of lingering soreness in her arse in particular and because she had so recently experienced such a large penis against which, if she were brutally honest, Danny didn't quite measure up.

In the end though they had a lovely day together, culminating when Danny insisted they go out for a romantic meal, for which she dressed provocatively in a tiny black low-cut dress, knowing that Danny loved her cleavage.

It wasn't until Danny pulled Claire out of the taxi that she realised that they were back at the restaurant at which she'd been the night before with Ali and Bianca. Hiding her agitation, she allowed her boyfriend to escort her into the classy eatery.

At the bar she pulled him towards a quiet corner table, wary of meeting anyone who might remember her, and her associates, from the night before.

Luckily the waitress wasn't anyone she recognised and even went they were shown to their table by the maître d', Claire was certain that he hadn't been on duty the night before. In fact only when the sommelier came to take their wine order did Claire identify anyone who might have seen her here with Ali and Bianca. A raised eyebrow from him suggested he recalled her. She blushed at his attention.

Despite her subtle protestations, Danny ordered a tasting menu of several courses served with an equal number of wines, giving the sommelier, a sloppily plump middle-aged balding Portuguese man with a slick slender moustache and dolorous air, plenty of opportunity to come to their table throughout the meal.

Every time he filled her glass, Claire was acutely aware that he was studying her beyond the normal leering and lechery she got from men interested in her deep creamy cleavage, long stocking-clad legs and perfectly proportioned bum.

Despite her wariness, Claire eventually became a little drunk from the large quantity of high quality wine she was forced to imbibe. She realised this as she stood to visit the lavatory, once more feeling a little unsteady, just like the previous evening.

She took a breath to collect herself, smiled charmingly at Danny and strode across the restaurant in her slinky black dress and killer heels, some high black sling-backed Louboutins with which Danny treated her.

As she left the Ladies' lavatory, she heard a whispered 'pssst' from her left. She turned to find the sommelier beckoning to her from a door off the corridor leading back into the restaurant.

At a loss about what to do, Claire followed him reluctantly into what turned out to be a wine cellar.

"What do you want?" she asked him, her eyes wide.

"You were here last night, no?" he said in a continental accent. Claire nodded shamefacedly in response, noticing the name on his badge: Ricardo, Master Sommelier.

"You are a prostitute?" he said, slowly looking her tall slender yet curvaceous body up and down appraisingly.

"No! Certainly not!"

"Don't pretend. I can tell them from a mile off! Look at you in your slutty dress with your fat boobies on show and your arse hanging out! And anyway I've seen your friend, the lovely black girl here before with different men!"

Claire nodded dejectedly.

"Tonight though you are not with a client?"

Claire didn't know how to answer. Should she pretend that Danny was a client or not?

Before she could formulate a response, Ricardo shook his head. "No, this man tonight, he is no customer. He loves you with all his heart. I can tell."

Claire gasped. "How do you know?"

The sommelier tapped his nose meaningfully. "I am a man of the world. I know. That man is besotted by you. I can se it in his eyes. He is no client. But does he know you're a tart?"

Claire shook her head slowly and Ricardo smiled at her menacingly.

"Oh!" she exclaimed as he reached out cup her breasts but she didn't stop him from squeezing and fondling them, before sliding his hands down the front of her clingy dress and into her bra to rub his palms over her nipples, involuntarily stiff from the cool air of the temperature-controlled wine room.

"Please stop, someone might catch us!" she whined as scooped her huge boobs out her low-cut dress and strapless bra.

"Magnifico!" Ricardo murmured as he groped her large perky lightly freckled tits, pinching the red tips callously. "No-one comes in here! This is my domain!" he said proudly. "And anyway, unless you want me to tell your boyfriend that you are a whore, you will do as I say!" he ordered, bending down to lick Claire's small red nipples.

Claire looked around helplessly as Ricardo sucked enthusiastically on her breasts. There was nothing she could do. She had no choice: she knew what he wanted and she had to get this over with quickly so that Danny wouldn't miss her. Rather than wait for the inevitable, Claire decided to take the initiative.

Despite her visceral repugnance for the disgusting Ricardo and his repulsive body, Claire reached down between his legs to squeeze his already turgid crotch, causing him to moan around a mouthful of her left tit.

When he stopped his objectionable slobbering and brought his oily visage up as if to kiss her pretty fresh face, Claire deftly unzipped his flies and avoided his hungry mouth by elegantly kneeling down on the cold tiled floor and pulling out his unsightly stubby erection, knowing she had to finish him swiftly to avoid unnecessary concern from Danny.

Although Ricardo was tidily groomed and smartly dressed in the restaurant's uniform, his personal hygiene turned out to be less than adequate, causing Claire to quietly retch at the miasmic reek emanating from his grubby unwashed genitals. Thinking of her relationship, Claire steeled herself and slid her mouth staunchly over his diminutive organ, causing the sommelier to groan appreciatively at the touch of her moist lips

Roughly sliding her tongue around his foul-tasting knob, Claire paused to spit out a build-up of tainted saliva, before working up the courage to take him back into her beautiful sweet mouth. Ricardo, losing control, grabbed Claire by her long shiny red hair and began to fuck her mouth forcefully.

Within seconds, he barked blissfully and thrust his entire cock into her mouth until her nose was buried in his bristly dark pubes and ejaculated profusely down her throat. Claire was pleased that he'd come so quickly, evidently not used to such enthusiastic oral sex from a beautiful young woman, and swallowed his foetid load gratefully despite its rank taste.

After waiting a few moments to allow his filthy spurts to die away, Claire licked his knob clean, or as clean it could be made via her tongue anyway, forcing herself to gulp down what was left in her mouth.

She stood up, lifting her bra and dress up to contain her colossal breasts once more. She looked up at Ricardo who was breathing hard, leaning against a rack of Argentine Malbecs. "Please, can I go now?"

He nodded unsteadily, gesturing back out of the door.

Claire, checking no-one was around, slipped back into the ladies to wash her mouth out as best she could and to reapply her bright red lipstick.




Claire's Career Ch. 09: The Prostitute



Altogether, she had only been delayed for a few minutes by her insalubrious diversion and she was thankful that Danny hadn't seemed to notice she'd been gone any significant time. Indeed she was almost proud that she'd been able to deal with her potentially calamitous quandary so resourcefully and efficiently.

She sat down and immediately downed a glassful of syrupy Orange Muscat, left over from dessert, swilling it around her gums to get rid of the lingering aftertaste of the lewd wine-waiter's spunk, before smiling dazzlingly at Danny.

Claire calmed down to the point that she was able again to make small-talk and flirt with her boyfriend while they sipped their coffees, hopeful that he hadn't noticed any irregularity.

Suddenly though Danny grabbed Claire's hands which only moments before had been masturbating an unattractive and peculiarly hirsute stranger.

"Claire, I love you so much," Danny started, causing her to beam appreciatively. Before she could reply, he continued. "I've been really nervous all evening and think perhaps you haven't been yourself either, have you?"

Claire gasped, terrified by what he might say next. Her anxiety rose further as the smirking sommelier approached the table with two graceful champagne flutes, full of pale gold fizz. Not him again!

Danny waited as Ricardo carefully placed the two glasses down and winked lewdly at Claire. Luckily Danny didn't notice; in fact he seemed somewhat distracted.

Once the sommelier had oozed away, Danny cleared his throat. "You see, Claire. The thing is. Well..." He paused again, obviously struggling with what he wanted to say.

Claire was petrified. Had he noticed something with the wine-waiter? Or had he found out her previous night's whoring? Or maybe he'd uncovered one of previous indiscretions, all of which were perfectly justifiable but somewhat difficult to explain?

Anxiously she lifted her glass to down her champagne and paused. She had to say something before he did! She opened her mouth, ready to confess, ready to apologise, ready to admit everything when she noticed something at the bottom of her glass. Something unexpected. Something gold and shiny. Something really quite wonderful.

She looked up at Danny who was smiling. "What I mean to say, Claire, is, well, I love you. Will you marry me?"

Claire looked at the great big stone set in a gold band resting innocently in her champagne. She couldn't believe it!

"Oh, Danny! I love you too!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Yes, of course I will!"