14 comments/ 89538 views/ 13 favorites Beyond Expectations By: onlyinadream Howard Jay Edmundson slipped out of his room carefully. His younger brother was fast asleep, and Howard was anxious to explore Vegas on his own. He let the door click shut, and pressed his ear against the wood, hoping the slight sound hadn't roused his brother. After a moment he pulled away and walked quietly away from his hotel room. He felt a grin slide up his face as he shrugged off parental overbearing and sibling annoyance in one fell swoop. He adjusted his collar and glanced at his reflection in a mirror arranged conveniently next to the elevator. Not exactly chiseled features, but a squared jaw, straight teeth, and bright green eyes served his face well. Short cropped brown hair, thin wire framed glasses, a nice shadow darkened his face and he was glad he hadn't shaved in the last two weeks. It made him look older. He hoped. His eighteenth birthday was only two weeks past, at the time he had celebrated it by studying for a stupid final exam. Well, since then, he had graduated High School, and was itching to experience something more than the staid all boys academy the past four years of his life had offered. When his parents announced a family vacation in celebration of his graduation, Howard had slyly suggested Vegas. A city where things don't end at 10pm. He had been looking forward to it for weeks. The next three hours passed him completely by. He wandered around the strip for two of them, staring wide-eyed at the people, and places. He wandered through numerous lobbies, headed up and down streets, and contented himself with the pleasure of freedom and opportunity. It was nearing one in the morning before he got even the slightest bit tired. He found himself a little lost, a few blocks away from the magnificent Vegas strip. He leaned against a streetlight and yawned deeply. "You look tired," a voice startled him. He turned quickly around to stare at the stranger who had spoken. He took in her dark heels, her dark stockings, up to a tight short skirt. Her blouse was opened, exposing a small tank top undershirt, worn low exposing a pronounced cleavage. She had long brown hair curling down past her shoulders. Large brown eyes stared back at him, crinkled amusement. "Like what you see?" she asked casually. "I'm sorry to stare ma'm, I apologize," he blushed, and looked away. "Oh, how sweet, it's all right though," she replied lightly. He turned back to her and offered her a smile, which seemed to amuse her further. "So what are you doing out here young man?" she asked. "Oh, just enjoying the night. I'm only in town for a short time," he said, hoping he didn't sound like a nervous eighteen year old, which he was. "Oh, business?" she smiled. "Something like that," he blushed again. "Would you like to go someplace more private then?" "Sure, can I buy you a drink?" he asked, amazed with his luck. "We can start with a drink, did you have someplace in mind?" she asked, her brows quirking together briefly. "Um, not really. I haven't been to Vegas before actually," he offered. "I know a place," she said, and extended her arm. He smiled at her and took her arm. They walked a few blocks to a quiet bar. He felt nervous and rehearsed lines in his head regarding missing identification, should he be carded. She led him into the darkened bar atmosphere and towards the bartender. She leaned over the bar and ordered a cosmopolitan, and waited for him. Howard indicated the same order, and pushed cash across the counter. The bartender eyed him speculatively, and then nodded. Drinks in hand, they walked to a small table, where Howard pulled out a chair for the woman, who shook her head slightly, as if in disbelief, and then sat graciously. Once they were seated the woman leaned forward and motioned for Howard to do the same. Once Howard had done so, she brought a hand up to his face, positioning him directly in front of her. She leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips, to Howard's complete shock. His eyes must have been wide and confused, because her brows quirked together. "You bought me a drink, I gave you a kiss, something wrong?" she asked curiously. "No, I was just startled m'am," he stammered. "Enough with the m'am, I'm not that much older than you. My name is Renee," she introduced herself. "I'm Howard," he replied quickly. "Um, just how old are you Howard?" she asked. "I'm uh, twenty-two," he lied. "Twenty-two huh, and I'm twenty eight," she lied, with a small smile. "So have you lived in Vegas all your life?" he asked nervously. They made small talk for a short time, he kept leading her on, hoping that she wouldn't turn the questions around on him, as he started frantically coming up with plausible sounding answers. Time dragged on, they both finished their drinks and Howard wondered if he should buy more, when Renee leaned forward again. He leaned in hesitantly, and she spoke softly to him. "So are you interested in spending more time together?" she asked with a wink. "Sure," he smiled at her. "How much were you thinking of spending?" she asked. "How much what?" he asked. "Money." "What do you mean?" he asked, confused. She sat back and frowned at him. He tried smiling at her, but was quite at a loss for what she was talking about. "For straight sex it's four hundred," she said, again softly. "What?" he said loudly, and then his face fell as he realized what he had gotten himself into. "Are you messing with me?" Renee asked dangerously, a fierce glint in her eye. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't know you were, I thought, I mean ...?" Howard trailed off, looking at her helplessly. Renee stared at him for a moment and then leaned back. "You really had no idea?" she asked. "No, I'm sorry," Howard replied, looking downfallen. A few minutes of silence followed in which they both digested this information. "Well, don't worry about it, not your fault really," she said, looking away from him, "The one night I actually want some." He puzzled over her last statement, but then was struck with inspiration. "Well, I didn't mean to er, waste your time, or lead you on, I'll buy you another drink though to apologize," Howard offered. She smiled at him, and inclined her head, in acceptance. When Howard returned with the drinks, she smiled at him oddly. "So how old are you, really?" she asked. "Twenty," he replied, slightly blushing. They sat in silence for a few more minutes, after which he added, "Eighteen." "Ha! I thought so. It's okay, young one," she smirked at him. "So how old are you?" he returned. "A lady never tells," she quipped back, "and it's rude to ask." "Okay," he grinned, "M'am." She slapped him playfully on the arm and he kicked her gently under the table. She giggled and pretended to be offended. It seemed like a tension had been lifted, once the air had been cleared, they both relaxed and started genuinely enjoying each other's company. "What's your middle name Howard?" she asked a little while later. "Jay." "Oh, I like Jay better, you should go by Jay," she said enthusiastically. "Jay? I don't know," he said hesitantly. "Jay is better than Howard, Howard is too formal, Jay is like a, a quick name or something," Renee reasoned. "If you say so," Howard/Jay responded. Renee looked at him with interest. Howard/Jay found himself ridiculously attracted to her, despite her confession of prostitution. He found himself wanting to make her smile. "Have you ever been with a girl Jay?" she asked lightly, watching his reaction. A few moments ticked by. "I've been, with, dammit," he stopped mid-lie because she started laughing. "And you say you're eighteen?" she giggled. "So I'm a little inexperienced, and a bad liar," he flushed, self-conscious. "It's okay," Renee said comfortingly, which made him feel worse, "Are you er, saving yourself?" "All boys' school, I was never into breaking the rules, so I haven't really had the opportunities," he confided, "How old were you?" "Sixteen." "And how many years ago was that?" he asked with a wink. "Not THAT many, worry not my young one," she said cheerfully. They talked for a while, and to Howard's amazement, she made no move to leave. She leaned forward at some point, and Howard/Jay dared kissing her. She seemed surprised, but she kissed him back tenderly. After a few moments, she pulled back and regarded him in confusion. "You're sweet Jay," she smiled at him. He smiled back, and they talked for a while longer. Two drinks stretched to four, and he found himself holding her hand. She seemed genuinely interested in him, which surprised the hell out of him. Later he leaned forward again, and their lips met across the table. They gently made out for several minutes, until she pulled back, and shook her head ruefully. "I shouldn't do that to myself," she said softly. "I don't understand," Jay said, equally soft. "You don't need to understand, just stay sweet." Renee turned to look around the bar, and then her eyes fell back on Jay. "What are you plans tonight anyway, besides mistakenly picking up a whore?" "I don't think you're a whore," Jay said, a little startled. "But I am," she said calmly as she looked at him, "Plans?" "I had none, I mean, I have none," he blushed a little. "Why don't we go back to my place, it will be more comfortable to talk," she smirked at him. "I would love to, but I'm a little confused..." he trailed off. "Come with me," she said firmly, taking him by the hand. They left the bar holding hands. Her apartment was close by, and as they approached her door, she turned to him and made a small confession. "I don't bring customers here. It's not anything fancy, it's small and messy, probably not what you were thinking a person like me would live in." "I'm sure it's fine," he said reassuringly. She unlocked the door, and turned on the light. It was a small and messy one bedroom apartment. She waited for his reaction, but he just smiled and looked around curiously. "Have a seat," she motioned to a relatively uncluttered couch. He sat down gingerly and watched her as she moved about the apartment. She turned on a radio and set it playing on some local station. She was about to walk into her bedroom, when she turned back to him and regarded him. "Do you mind if I get more comfortable? And I don't mean that the way it happens in the movies, I mean sweat pants and no make up," she said firmly. "Of course I don't mind, please, whatever makes you comfortable," he smiled. "That's what I was hoping for," she smiled. Jay was left alone, listening to music and regarding her belongings casually. She had interesting replica artwork he noticed, and he made a mental note of bringing it up when she returned. A minute turned into ten and he began to get a little restless. He leaned back and got more comfortable himself, stretching his arms out across the couch. He gazed up at the ceiling and closed his eyes just as she re-entered the room. "You're not falling asleep on me are you?" she asked, and then turned to the kitchen area. He jerked upright and blushed, staring at her guiltily. "Sorry," he mumbled as she laughed at his expression. She was indeed now wearing sweatpants and a large t-shirt. Her hair was tied back into a pony tail and most of the make up was removed from her face. She noticed his scrutiny, and turned for him like a model. "Like what you see?" she asked, echoing her earlier question, with a slightly different context. "Yes, even more so," he replied honestly, "You're still beautiful, but now I'm less afraid of you." She laughed out loud and her cheeks colored slightly, as if she was embarrassed. "You, afraid of little old me?" "You're not old," he grinned. She continued to smile and walked over to the couch. She plunked herself down next to him and leaned back into the couch comfortably. Howard leaned back as well, and they stared forward together for a minute of silence. "I like your art," he blurted out. "Thanks." Silence fell again, and she began to drum her fingers on her knee. Howard watched them out of the corner of his eye, completely unsure of what to do or say. "So, you could try kissing me now, I wouldn't mind," Renee said, after a few more minutes of silence. "Oh, sorry," Howard blushed. He turned to look at her, and she smiled at him invitingly. He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against hers. After a few slow minutes he felt her tongue lick the front of his lips, and his eagerly pushed forward. "Mmmhp," she mumbled something, and he paused. "Not so fast, just go slow, whenever you have the impulse to do something, wait a few mintues, and then do it slowly and casually, that's pretty much good advice for every aspect of sex," she instructed, "Until your about to cum that is, then faster is better." Howard nodded and she smiled, and beckoned him closer. This time as her tongue darted forward, he waited, letting her be more forceful, and after a short time, he reached out, slowly countering with his own tongue, and she murmured encouragement. After a few more minutes, Howard put his hand on her thigh, and waited for reaction. She responded by gently holding the back of his neck with one hand. He felt her nails gently scrape across his neck, and he felt his erection throb in his pants. She continued directing him, and put pressure on his neck. He felt his head being gently guided downwards, and he stopped kissing her to comply. "No, keep kissing, but now kiss my neck for a few minutes, only my neck," she told him. He leaned down, just below her cheek and kissed softly. She softly encouraged him, and continued to hold her warm hand against his neck. He moved up and down slowly, using his lips to gently cover her skin. He moved down farther, and kissed the hollow point at the base of her neck, and lingered. He then moved up the other side of her neck. He moved back up to her face, and kissed her on the lips, then moved to her ear and gently took the lobe in his mouth. Since she didn't tell him to do anything different, he continued to kiss her neck, content she would tell him when to move on. After a short time, she brought her hand down upon his. She guided the hand up to her breast, and set it gently down upon her right breast. His hand was open, and he felt her nipple harden against his palm. He moved it slowly back and forth, and then ventured a soft squeeze. "Try just playing with my tit over my shirt, not grabbing, but trace it up and down with your fingers, both of them," she muttered. Grateful for her instructions, he complied eagerly. He moved to her left nipple, and with only one finger traced the small hard circle that pushed against the cloth. He brushed his fingers against the underside of her breast, and then gently massaged her nipple. Renee moaned with pleasure, and feeling much encouraged, Howard reached down between her legs and cupped her sex with his open hand. She stiffened and drew slightly back. "Wait a minute more, keep working on my chest before you try to move downstairs, or at least wait for me to do the same to you, okay lover?" she asked quietly. "Of course, I'm sorry," he mumbled. "No, don't be sorry, it's ..." she shook her head. Howard leaned forward and kissed her neck again. His tongue working up and down the soft delicate neck. His hand reached forward again to tease her nipple, and he let his concentration linger on that. He gently rolled her nipple between his fingers, and she arched back slightly, pressing her tits tightly against her shirt. Howard was struck with a better intermediate step, and reached one hand down on her stomach. He kissed her on the lips, and they kissed deeply as he slipped his hand under her shirt and let it rest on her stomach. He began gently tracing the skin on her stomach, moving up and down under her shirt. She leaned back and he kissed her neck once again. He slid off the couch in one quick motion. He lowered his lips down to her stomach, and his tongue flicked across her naval. He reached one hand up under her shirt and let it travel to her breasts. She accommodated him by leaning against the couch, and slightly lifting her shirt up. His fingers began gently teasing her nipples, flesh finally meeting flesh, while his mouth placed soft kisses against her stomach. His mouth was occupied, but now he reached out both hands to gently take a hold of her shirt. He began to slide it up over her stomach, and finally to expose her breasts. She had large light-brown nipples, moderately hard, and he glanced up at her face for reaction. She smiled at him, grabbed the sides of her shirt, and quickly pulled it over her head. She leaned back against the couch again, watching him as he stared at her exposed chest. He kissed her stomach again, and moved steadily upward, kissing between her beautiful breasts and up to her neck again. He glanced at her face and her eyes were closed with pleasure, content to enjoy his gentle ministrations. He lowered himself to her left nipple and gently placed his mouth on it. His mouth closed over it, and he gently sucked on the hard point. Her hands grabbed his neck, and held his head against her chest with force. Howard needed no encouragement, and began sucking and licking more quickly. He moved from one nipple to the other, and she twitched on the couch. After ten minutes of only teasing her nipples, she opened her eyes and shook her head. He moved his mouth up to her neck again and they shared a long kiss. "I feel really good now Jay," she smiled at him, "so I thank you for that. Sit up here again." She instructed him, taking his hands in hers firmly. He sat back up on the couch, carefully leaning forward to cover the obvious erection bulge in his pants. She grinned at him knowingly and stood up. He watched as she moved in front of him. His legs were pressed tightly together and he stared at her exposed breasts and face. She stood directly in front of him, and leaned forward to push him back against the couch. His face burnt a bright red as his bulge became obvious to her. She sank down to her knees in front of him, and he swallowed, suddenly nervous. She pushed his legs apart gently. She reached to his belt, and slowly unclasped it. Her hands worked delicately avoiding his erection. He watched her, almost frozen with anticipation. She unbuttoned his pants and carefully unzipped the fly. His erection pushed against his boxer briefs obscenely and he knew he was still blushing. She finally touched it, but only to maneuver it through the opening in the front of his boxers. His dick sprung free and leaned to one side. She stared at it and watched, without touching, as it grew straight and hard. She moved her mouth to one side of his lap, and bent down to kiss one side of his dick. He just stared at her, and watched as she took his dick in hand. She gripped the base of it firmly with her left hand, and brought her mouth down to the head. She kissed the tip gently, and then placed her mouth over the head. Her lips were not closed on it, but he could feel her hot breath teasing his dick. She gently licked the underside, and then clamped her lips down securely around the head. Then she began sucking. "Oh my god!" he cried out, as he began receiving his first blowjob. He stared down in shock as he felt pleasure course through his body. Her tongue was constantly lapping the underside of his dick, as the head and shaft pressed against the top of her mouth. She moved down completely, taking his entire shaft into her mouth. His mouth was hanging open as he stared down at her. She glanced up at him once, never taking his dick from her mouth. Her eyes crinkled with amusement and pleasure as she watched the pleasure evident on his face. She turned her eyes back to the job at hand and concentrated. Beyond Expectations She began bobbing up and down on his dick, her mouth sliding down the entire shaft, and then concentrating on just the engorged head. Licking the head, followed by engulfing the shaft, back to licking his head. She began tasting driblets of precum, and she prepared herself for the onslaught. Jay was experiencing an intense pleasure unlike anything he had felt before. Time seemed to stretch, and he closed his eyes, concentrating on the pleasure. He felt like it had been ages, but in reality it was only an embarrassingly short amount of time. "I'm going to cum!" he managed to blurt as he in fact did so. Her mouth never released his dick, and he felt himself shoot a strong jet of cum into her mouth. She moved upwards to suck on just the tip as his dick convulsed into her mouth. Spurt after spurt of semen filled her mouth, although it wasn't a large amount fluid wise. She took it down in one swallow after it seemed to be spent. She opened her eyes to see Jay collapsed against the couch, breathing heavily. She withdrew her mouth from his dick, and licked up and down the shaft a few more times, eliciting any lingering cum and cleaning him off. She stood up and Jay opened his eyes to regard her. His breathing slowed and returned to normal, and she watched with interest as his dick began to slowly soften. It still looked ready to go she thought to herself. Ah youth. She covertly wiped her mouth, making sure none had escaped. Content with the success she sat back down on the couch. She leaned back against the couch and regarded him. Jay stared at her, still recovering. He looked down at his dick, now leaning off to one side and shrinking in size, and he quickly slipped it back into his boxers, and then zipped his pants up carefully. He glanced back at Renee to see her regarding him, one hand lightly tracing her nipple. His dick jerked a little, but continued it's decline. "So?" Renee asked casually. "I can't believe that just happened," Jay whispered in a hoarse voice. "Did you like it?" she asked. "Very much so," he replied instantly, "It was amazing." "Good." A brief lull fell over them, and Jay stared at Renee, wondering what was going to happen next. Renee let him sit in silence for almost five minutes, until frustrated, she gave up. "Okay, I guess we are going back to the lesson plan then. I just gave you a blowjob, but I haven't had an orgasm yet," Renee reminded him. "Oh, I'm sorry," Howard said quickly, unsure exactly of what to do, as usual. He leaned forward uncertainly, and she sat up, and cupped a breast for him. He kissed it softly, and then began to tweak her other nipple with his hand. She leaned back against the couch, content to let him explore for a while longer. Howard felt much more focused after his orgasm. Lust was replaced with a kind of science. He was now looking at her body speculatively, wondering how it would feel if he kissed here, of caressed there. His tongue began getting clever, and her nipples were as hard as rock in his mouth. "Very good, very good," she exclaimed softly, "you might try rubbing my thigh with your left hand now," she instructed. He immediately complied, letting his hand come to rest very high upon her inner thigh. It was only inches away from her sex, but instead of moving closer, he teased her thigh and softly trailed back down the thigh. She murmured appreciation, and he danced his fingers back up again. His mouth never ceased sucking on her nipple, and after a few more minutes of conservative stroking on his part, he became daring and took the top of her sweat pants and began to gently push them down. She pushed her hips off the couch and he slid them down, getting his first look at her panties. She kicked off her sweat pants, and he moved back up to continue sucking on her chest. His mouth continued to plant kisses between her stomach and neck, lingering quite a long time depending on her moans of pleasure. His hand reached down to her thighs again, and he began delicately stroking her inner thigh. He stared down at her purple lacy panties in complete fascination, especially when she spread her legs, giving him a better view. He was so intent on her sex, he missed her faint blush, oblivious to the initial self consciousness shared by both sexes when put on display. He thought he could see a patch of wetness against the panties, and his fingers yearned to go exploring. She reached her hands down, and quickly slid her panties off. He stared at her trimmed pubic hair covered mound in fascination. She reached down, and with both hands, she gently spread her lips for him. He stared at her sex, until she coughed and brought him back to the present. He slid his fingers down, and gently touched her lower lips. He was so afraid of doing it wrong, he looked into her face beseechingly. "Gently put your entire hand over my pussy, don't do anything with your fingers yet, just feel the warmth," she muttered. He complied, letting the heel of his hand rest against the top of her slit. His fingers pressed gently against her lips, but he kept them firmly still. She put her hand on top of his, and pressed down against her lips. She pushed down with her middle finger, and his middle finger pushed down between her lips. She pushed his hands down, and pushed his middle finger into her entrance. She maneuvered her hand, and began gently guiding his hand in and out of her entrance. He got the idea rather quickly, and she moved her hand away. His middle finger slid slowly in and out of her, increasing pace as she smiled and nodded. He changed his wrist position and maneuvered a second finger into her tight entrance. He lowered his head, to kiss her neck, and continued pressure on her warm slit. Renee encouraged his fingers to explore, and was content with the job he was doing. She felt a creeping warm sensation slowly spreading from her lower lips upward. She made him increase his pace, and lay back as he did. His fingers were sliding in and out with ease, and under her direction, he maneuvered his other hand to work on the tight bud of flesh higher up on her lips. When touched properly, he discovered, the swollen pink bud caused her to shudder and twitch. He spent a long time fascinated by this, and finally she opened her eyes and grinned at him. "Get on the couch, take your pants off," she instructed, "leave your boxers on." He did so quickly, and she stood shakily up. He stared up and down at her naked glory, and sat there on the couch, his newly arisen erection straining against his boxers. She rolled on top of him, and sat up in his lap, straddling him. "This is a little warm up, put your hands on my waist." Jay did so, and she scooted closer. Her uncovered lower lips began to press against the bulge in his boxers, and he gripped her waist tightly. She began to slowly grind against his dick, letting his dick press against her lips, and serving to continually excite both of them. She rocked back and forth on his lap, as he stared up in mixed pleasure and anticipation. She maneuvered so his dick pressed against her clit, and she increased her pace. She continued to dry fuck him in this manner for several minutes, until they were both breathing hard. "Hopefully the blowjob should help you from cumming again too quickly," she muttered, mostly to herself. He nodded, already very excited regardless. She got up on her knees, and reached between his legs. She freed his dick from his boxers, and as she watched it, it sprang to full attention. She grabbed a hold of it firmly, and in one quick motion slid down, letting his hard dick penetrate her entrance. Before sinking down fully she let her entrance accommodate its size. Once she was ready, she sank down, and his shaft entered her completely. Jay was laying back and a peculiar expression covered his face. "Oh my god," he moaned, staring up at her with wonder and excitement. His naïve earnest expression served only to turn her on. She could feel an orgasm building, but it was still going to be a while. She rocked up and down, feeling his shaft deep inside of her. She leaned forward and offered him her breasts again. He struggled slightly to sit up, and she felt his mouth lock suddenly onto her left tit. She continued to use her thigh muscles to ride up and down on his dick. Offering him her breast had two benefits, one, it felt great to her, and two, if gave him something to distract himself. She felt a sheen of sweat run down her neck, and she grunted. Her motions increased, riding him harder and faster. He exclaimed in pleasure into her chest, and she felt the orgasm growing. She tightened her grip on his shoulders, and squeezed with her legs. She felt herself on the verge of cumming. Her eyes flared open and she stared down at him. "Thrust up, thrust hard into me, do it!" she called out loudly. He braced his feet on the ground, and began to push up as she sank down. It increased the pace and intensity of their motion, and he soon found himself nearing an orgasm as well. When they crushed into each other, the loud sound of flesh slapping against each other filled the room. His dick had never felt harder in his life. Renee began her orgasm and pinched Jay hard, only desiring him not to spend himself yet. It worked, and his dick continued to drive up into her. Her clit burned, and her lips felt flooded with moisture. She cried out into the room, and let the orgasm wash over her. Jay, thank god, continued thrusting up into her as she stopped riding him so forcefully. She shook with pleasure, and after an eternity of ecstasy, slowed her frantic pace. She looked down and saw Jay was going to cum soon, if she didn't do something about it. She put a hand on his chest, and he glanced up at her with lust filled eyes. "Slowly now, we're going back to slowly," she whispered mischievously. He groaned, but credit to him, he stopped thrusting up, and let her take over gently sliding up and down on him. After he was composed, she slid off of him, letting his dick stand in the air, obscenely wet and sticky. The head of his dick was engorged to a deep purple, and she could see the blood throbbing through the veins. "I need to cum," he complained softly, "Oh god, I've never been this hard before." "Stand up." He did so shakily, his dick swinging out in front of him. She led him around the couch and then stopped, he looked down at her in wonderment. "That was only one position, it allowed me to cum, allowed me to control how I wanted my orgasm to come. There is another position that more guys like, because if gives them the same control. I want you to concentrate on your orgasm now. You will be entirely in control of the pace and intensity, although I will let you know if I have a problem." He nodded, eager to proceed, eager to find release after being so totally aroused. He watched as she turned around, and bent over the arm of the couch. Her body was supported and she then spread her legs for him. He stared down at her exposed slit and puckered asshole, and he was so shocked he forgot how horny he was. "You want me to fuck your ass?" he blurted. "What? No! This is called doggy style, you fuck my pussy like before, only from behind," she explained, looking over her shoulder, "Now enter me slowly at first, and then increase your pace." He blushed, and positioned his dick at her entrance. Her lips were swollen and wet, and his own dick was still wet, so when his head parted her lips, he found no resistance. He pushed forward, aware of her warning, and paused, letting her get used to his size. His dick felt so damn good now, encompassed and warm, he knew he was going to cum quickly. He slid in and out, trying his best to maintain a slow and steady pace, but his own excitement leapt ahead of him. His hands firmly grasping her hips, he began thrusting into her. Her wet entrance sucked him in eagerly, and she moaned with pleasure. "Fuck me Jay, keep fucking me," she murmered into the couch. He gasped as she started bucking back against him. His dick slammed into her as far as he could go, and as fast as he could go. "Cum inside me Jay, cum inside me!" she cried out. He felt the orgasm coming only a moment before it occurred; in a sudden flurry of sensations his dick began shooting wave after wave of cum deep inside of her. He leaned heavily into her, his dick thrusting forward, and one hand found the wall to brace himself. He continued fucking her until he felt completely spent. As he pushed into her, he felt his cum coating her walls, and his dick slid forward with such ease. His orgasm died and he almost swayed on his feet. He pushed hard one last time, and then withdrew carefully. His dick slid out of her and he stumbled to the couch. Renee opened her eyes and watched him collapse on the couch. She grinned and joined him, holding his hand as he regained his breath. "Of fuck. Fuck. That was so intense," Jay breathed out, as he still lay gasping. "You're really quite a natural, with some solid effort, and work on your part, you'll be amazing," she told him confidently. He remained speechless, and she was content with silence for a while. He closed his eyes, and felt sleep tugging at him. A few moments later, he was gently shaken by Renee. "Don't fall asleep on the couch, you'll hate yourself in the morning," she smiled gently down at him. He shook himself back awake and sat up. He glanced guiltily at a clock and saw that it was seven in the morning. He stared at the clock in horror. "Oh god, I think I need to be going," he looked at her in worry. "Not yet," she giggled, "You need a shower." Jay looked down at his sweaty body and cum covered dick, drying in the air. He grinned and nodded agreement. He used her shower and dressed again carefully. When he emerged, he found her wearing her sweatpants and t-shirt again. He walked over to her and sat down next to her on the couch. "What happens now?" he asked quietly. "What do you want to happen?" "I want to come back tomorrow night, for lesson two," he replied honestly. "Lesson two? How to use your Tongue maybe? There are so many positions out there, you've only got two of the basic ones," she mused out loud, and then regarded him with a curious expression. "Maybe I could teach you a few more things," she smiled softly which turned into a grin at his eager expression. "Oh god, now I don't want to leave," he muttered, but rose anyway. She stood and walked him to the door. She kissed him softly on his cheek and they said goodbye. Jay was turning away when she called him back. "You forgot your jacket," she said, grinning. He took it, thanked her, and departed. He blinked in the bright sunlight and eventually found his way back to his hotel. He found the right elevator and made his way back up to his room. Once he stepped into the right hallway, he paused to stare at himself in the mirror next to the elevator. He grinned back at his reflection, and shrugged on his jacket. He adjusted the collar and reached into his pockets to find his hotel room key. His hands ran into a solid mass of cloth, and he pulled it out wondering what it was. He held her purple lace panties in his hand, with a damp wet spot on the crotch. He stared at them in shock and then grinned. He shoved them back in his pocket and walked slowly back to his room. He opened the door carefully and looked in at his brother, who was already up for the day. "Did you go down to breakfast already Howard? I didn't hear you get up this morning," his brother asked. Jay looked at him, thought for a moment, and then nodded. "Yeah, I was just down at breakfast, but now I don't feel so good, so I'm going to go back to sleep. Tell our parents I'm sick or something," he told his brother with a yawn as he walked to his bed, hand clutching the purple panties in his pocket tightly. "Howard? Is something wrong?" Jay flopped down on his bed, kicked off his shoes, rolled under the covers, and looked over at his brother. "Call me Jay," he muttered, and within five minutes was fast asleep. Author's Disclaimer: I would like to mention that I am not condoning or encouraging any type of prostitution, for the main reason that it is an unregulated and unsafe practice for all members involved. I'm truly not judging anybody, but I do believe there is a physical safety issue that shouldn't go unmentioned. Any feedback or opinion is welcome and desired :)