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Call Girl

By: No Panty Girl



I consider myself a successful call girl. I am able to demand a hundred dollars an hour, which many men are willing to pay.

I do not have a pimp but worked out of Starlight Escort Agency that handles a large stable of whores for all occasions. The agency skims fifty percent off the customers' hourly rate but I get to keep one hundred percent of the "extras".

Starlight's rate only covered me getting naked and perhaps letting the customer jerk off while watching me masturbate. Any contact was "extra".

I only do out calls. The agency supplied a car and driver to pick me up and take me to the John's place where he waits and drives me home again.

Of course most clients wanted more than to just look so I usually got at least an extra fifty for a blow job or maybe a hundred for a piece of ass.

I have a favorite driver, Chad. Chad drives cab and I asked for him if he is available. Chad is not a bad looking young guy and I often tip him by gobbling his cock.

Century 21 is a forty-two story apartment and office complex in the heart of downtown. I have done a few calls there; several of the tenants are well to do men without partners. This client had been specific; he wanted a bisexual blonde with large breasts. As I filled his requirements I was given the call.

I buzzed the security code I was given and the lobby door clicked unlocked. The elevator silently whisked me up to the twentieth floor.

A surprisingly handsome middle age man garbed in a smoking jacket and silk ascot answered Apartment 2005.

Tom Ion introduced himself as a stockbroker employed by a local prestigious firm. By the looks of his apartment he was doing quite well. 

Ion said he wanted a girl to make up a threesome with him and his wife. He said his wife was waiting in the bath and I should go and join her.

Sam Ion was in the large jet stream tub engulfed in billows of suds. She was a pretty petite woman with dark hair cut into a Paige-Boy and slender breast what I could see of them. 

Sam made eye contact with me as her husband introduced us. I could see the lust in her eyes.

"Why don't you join her?" Ion said.

Tom watched intently as I disrobed to join his wife in her bath. I could tell he was impressed with my breasts as I removed my bra and then peeled off my panties.

Carefully I stepped naked into the tub opposite his wife.

Tom begins washing me, running his soap-covered hand over my bare breasts. I leaned forward and kissed his wife.

Sam welcomed my kiss; her tongue intertwining with mine while her husband kneaded my breasts like lumps of bread dough. My hand found Sam's vagina under the water.

She was shaven and tight. Garently I worked two fingers into her waiting lips. She moaned softly as I began working her.

"Let's take this to the bedroom." Ion said seeing his wife's acceptance of me.

Hand in hand Sam and I went naked to the waiting bed. It was a large king-size bed covered with a billowy white duvet and a multitude of pillows.

We jumped on the bed and began kissing and playing again while Tom hurriedly got undressed.

Sam was a little bundle of passion. No sooner had we hit the bed than she was suckling on my breasts. Her pouty lips swallowed my nipples as her hand caressed my fleshy mounds.

While his wife was enjoying my tits Tom joined us on the bed. 

"I want you to go down on her." He said.

He lay his wife back and spread her legs.

Sam's open pussy was so inviting. Dewdrops of glistening juice glimmered on her pink tissue. I buried my face in her womanhood. 

Sam moaned softly as my tongue quickly found her swollen clitoris. She tasted wonderful, the sharp relish of her female musk. I never tired of eating a sweet clean pussy fresh from the bath.

Whilst I was bent over servicing his wife I felt Tom positioning himself behind me. He nuzzled his cockhead between my labia and pushed. My cunt accepted his erection as my tongue manipulated Sam's sensitive clit.

Tom began fucking me while gazing into the eyes of his squirming wife. I was the catalyst joining man and wife.

Both Sam and Tom orgasm together. Sam whimpering as her husband emptied his ball into me.

When Tom withdrew his spent cock from within me his wife rushed to clean it off in her mouth.

I joined Sam licking and sucking her husband's cock until it was restored to its full glory.

"I want to fuck you ass while Sam licks my balls." Tom ordered.

Fucking my ass is usually very expensive but the thought of his pretty wife licking his nuts while his cock slid in and out of my dirt chute turned me on. 

Once again I raised my ass in the air and offered it to Tom.

Sam positioned her head beneath my crotch as her husband's cock entered my tight anus. A quick stab and sharp pain and he was in me.

I could feel Sam's hot breath on my cunt a Tom's pole slid in and out of me. Sam was busy licking her husband's swinging ball sack as he corn-holed me. Tom had a firm grip on my hips as he pounded my ass with his battering ram. I knew when her husband cum a rived of his sperm would run down my crotch into Sam's waiting mouth.

I felt the warm sensation of Tom's sperm flooding my intestines. I knew in moments Sam would be drinking her husband's cum as it dripped from my asshole.

"Lick her clean!" Tom ordered his wife as his cock popped out of my asshole.

Sam was on me like a dog, her tongue licking and swirling around the rim of my stretched sphincter collecting every trace of Tom's sperm.

Tom grabbed his wife and stuck his cock into her mouth. The cock had just come out of my dirt chute. Sam gagged but regained control and sucked n the filthy cock as if it were coated with honey.

Sam had turned into a cum hungry skank. When she had Tom's cock as clean as a whistle she continued sucking in hopes of getting another mouthful of cum from him.

"Join her." Tom ordered.

Once again we were both sucking and licking Tom's cock back to life. From mouth to mouth Tom grew harder and harder. Before long he was hard enough to penetrate a pussy once more.

This time as Tom lay on his back I straddled his resurrected cock and lowered myself down onto it. Sam mounted his face smothering him with her cunt.

With Tom now our prisoner I ground my cunt from side to side as I slid up and down on his pole. I could hear weird muffled noises from Tom as his wife scrubbed his face with her juicy cunt. I took his load enjoying my own sweet orgasm.

The three of us played for almost three hours while Chad sat waiting in the car. 

"Have a good session?" Chad asked when I returned.

"It was interesting." I smiled as I went down on his cock.

Call Girl



Mark was struggling through the mid afternoon lethargy stage of his day. Working at his computer in his upstairs office he silently lamented the drawbacks of working from home – no colleagues to laugh with, have coffee breaks with and, most important of all, to flirt with. The half finished report on his computer screen hadn't altered for the last ten minutes and Mark began to doubt whether it was going to get any nearer completion in the next ten minutes.

His intensifying sense of boredom and frustration was suddenly interrupted by the ring of his door bell. Slightly startled he briskly rose and walked to the top of the stairs. Not expecting any visitors that day he speculated on who the caller could be as he descended the steps. He opened the door and was pleasantly surprised to see a young woman standing on his door step smiling broadly. The girl looked to be in her early twenties, about 5ft 4, with shoulder length brown curly hair and large bright eyes:

"Good afternoon sir," she exclaimed with energetic enthusiasm. "I'm so sorry to bother you this afternoon but I think you might be interested in what I have to offer."

Mark was in little doubt that she was correct as his gaze began to take in the fullness of her figure. As she began to explain how the call carrier company she worked for could reduce Mark's phone bills by a third, Mark felt the beginnings of activity in his boxers that was not in any way going to involve a reduction. His arousal began as he gazed on her glowing face but increased significantly as his eyes drank in her shapely figure. The girl recounted her sales pitch with perfection but Mark wasn't listening. She wore tight jeans, a casual jacket and a V-shaped top which tantilisingly exposed an inviting cleavage including more than a hint of her large breasts. Mark felt his cheeks burning and his cock uncomfortably erect in his pants but managed to drag his gaze away from her cleavage and back to her face in time for her to say:

"So, if you like, I can come in and help you get sorted out."

"Er, yeah, yeah, of course, come in," stammered Mark. He led her into the house and through the door into his lounge. His mind was awash with erotic images but he was determined to act as a gentleman. He hated the idea of being perceived by women as a slimey, creepy desperado and preferred to be overly detached rather than offer undesired advances. He therefore took a seat on the two seated sofa at the far end of the room leaving the larger nearer sofa as the obvious destination for the girl's shapely butt. He tried not to display his slight astonishment and deep pleasure when the girl sat down very close to him on the two seater. She crossed her legs and sat back enabling Mark to get a perfect view of her ample cleavage. Resting her clip board on her thigh she turned and smiled:

"I just need to take down a few details if that's okay," she quietly enquired in a soft warm tone.

"Sure," replied Mark. He had to clear his throat and look away. It was so difficult to hold her gaze without the impression that she was seeing every image that ran through his mind, images of intense sexual activity between their naked bodies.

"I love that picture," commented the girl looking above Mark's shoulder at a frame on the wall. "My boyfriend has the same print." Before Mark could contemplate the implications of this information she continued. "When I say boyfriend, I mean in the loosest sense."

Her smile seemed to grow and so did Mark's erection. "What do you mean by that?" managed Mark.

"Er, you know, we're not that close... I mean I can do what I want whenever I want, with whoever I want."

"oh, er, right," said Mark. He felt as though he was being cued up for the killer line, the one that immediately preceded their first lustful kiss but like an actor unfamiliar with the script he couldn't find the correct phrase.

The girl proceeded to fill in the application form for the new call carrier and Mark's thoughts finally addressed the issue of his phone company and whether or not he wanted or even understood the service he was signing up for. The girl passed Mark the clip board and gave him the pen so that he could sign the application form.

"What are you doing tonight?" she asked.

"Nothing really," Mark replied as he signed. "What about you?"

"No plans at the moment." What the hell thought Mark – maybe this is that line...

"Why don't you come back here and I'll cook you dinner."

"Why not," she smiled back and suddenly leaned over him pushing her full fleshy lips on to his. The clip board fell as Mark's hand rushed to clutch her left breast. She gasped and her lips momentarily withdrew from his. Mark leaned forward to sink his teeth into her thick bottom lip. She thrust her tongue under his top lip and moaned loudly. His hand groped both her breasts before his fingers and thumb started to squeeze and twist her nipples. The girl pulled away from him, threw off her jacket and jumped back on top of him, kneeling on the sofa, one knee either side of him. Mark re-established his groping of her breasts, this time with both hands. Their lips locked and frantically kissed, sucked and nibbled. Their tongues drove deeper into each others mouths, one moment striving to probe further and further in and the next moment intent on sliding every part of themselves over each other.

Mark untucked the girl's top from her jeans and slid both hands up inside. He let his mouth separate from hers in order to let out a groan of pleasure as his hands enveloped the soft skin of her tits, no bra hampered his fondling. As he continued to cup and pull she leaned back and pulled her top off over her head. She let it fall behind her and seeing her broad smile as her curly brown hair fell back around her face Mark drove his head forward into her breasts. She pulled at his hair and pulled his shirt up his back a little allowing enough exposed back for her nails to dig into. 

She moaned and occasionally yelped as he took more and more of her firm tits into his mouth. He licked and kissed extensively before carefully holding her right nipple between his teeth. He frantically flicked his tongue up and down over the restricted erect nipple. He had to stop when her scratching of his back provoked a loud gasp.

Now they were kissing again and Mark's groans got more regular as she sparadically bit and chewed on his tongue. He slid forward slightly in his seat and arched his back enabling his waiste to rub against her thighs. They both moaned simultaneously. The girl let her knees fall off the edge of the sofa and her croch suddenly banged down onto his. Their breathing became more ragged and their kissing even more violent as they attempted to rub against one another through their jeans. They couldn't sustain the position they were in – half on half off the sofa.

The girl rolled away and stood up over Mark who had slid onto his back on the floor. By the time he had lifted his top off over his head she had slid out of her jeans and stood over him in only a thong.

"Fuck me," was all she said, breathy and with unquestionable intent.

Mark pushed himself up into a half sitting position. He grabbed the sides of her thong and began sliding it down her thighs. At the same time the girl was undoing Mark's jeans and roughly pulling them, and his boxers, to just past his knees. Before either one of them was properly naked the girl moved forward slightly and carefully but swiftly lowered herself onto Mark's huge erection. Mark felt a surge of fire at the bottom of his stomach as her wet pussy swallowed his iron cock. The girl gasped and moaned and struggled to get her breath. Letting out a loud moan she threw her head back and started to ride him. It was all too much for Mark who couldn't hold himself back. No sooner had he matched the movement of her hips with his, did he reach the point of no return. He tensed, let out a full blooded moan of extasy and shot his load straight up into her. As he bucked and thrust to empty himself completely he felt her pussy tighten around him. With vague thoughts of frustration that he hadn't lasted longer, that he hadn't concentrated on stimulating her clit, he felt her fingers rushing against his cock. He saw with tired delight that she was fingering herself wildly as she gripped his waining erection. Her moans intensified and with her head still thrown back she started to cum with loud gasps and groans.

Eventually she fell forward onto him and they kissed deeply and held one another tightly.

"I want to start all over again," whispered Mark. "I don't even know you're name."

"I have to get back to work," she replied. "It'll have to wait until later."

"Later?" Mark asked smiling.

"You're cooking me dinner aren't you."

Some minutes later Mark closed the front door and trudged back up the stairs to his office. He had to acknowledge that there were certain advantages to working from home. 



Call Girl



It's 4a.m. and the phone rings but I'm already up and dressed for the expected call. You've found the card left in a phone box near my place but the rules of the game dictate that you stay there, waiting for me to come down and lead you to my apartment as if it's your first time. Well in a way it is, my first time as your 'call girl' as part of your fantasy...

I slip on a long coat that reveals little of what I have in store for you, and totter confidently down the stairs in high heels and out into the cool air of early morning London. No people and only the odd car make the streets silent with only the clock-like clickity-clicking of my heels on the pavements as I make my way to the box. The sun isn't up yet but it's just light enough to see rain is threatening. I quicken my pace and turn the corner to see a dark anxious figure waiting my the box. 

You glance at the crumpled card in your hand, as if to remind you of a name you've only seen once in the box - and hung on to as a keepsake. "Cheyenne?" you venture as I step up to you. 

I nod as your eyes glance up and down the long coat, the heels, the long reddish-brunette hair, the over-made face of a tart... all green eye shadow, pink blusher and red pouting lips. 

"Graham?" I ask. You nod back, unsure of what to say. I keep it professional, "Two hundred, up front."

You're taken aback. The card says one hundred but I'm upping the stakes. The game says you know I'm good by word of mouth but are you prepared to pay the price? Pulling out a wallet you leaf through the notes and pull out a wedge of fifties and hand it over. I count five and look you straight in the eye, questioning. 

"Make it the best. Make it last." You demand as customer, as paying client. "That's what you're known for, isn't it?"

It is, so I stash the cash inside my coat, unseen by you slipping it tween my breasts. Then with a tilt of the head indicate you follow me. As we pace back to my apartment spits of rain spot our coats, and by the time we make it to the door of the flats, there's the rumble of thunder and the heavens open with a savage splash on the pavements.

Upstairs, I let you into my apartment and indicate you should undress in the bedroom while I retrieve the notes from my cleavage to put it in a safe place, and lose the coat. Back in the bedroom you stand naked, uncertain and limp, as I enter the room in the littlest tight black dress I could squeeze into, my boobs bulging from the low-cut scoop neck and its hem barely covering the tops of my black seamed hold-up stockings. In my five-inch heels I'm slightly taller than you now, looking down at you, dominating you. I back you to the bed and push you to sit on it, spread your legs and kneel between them. Your cock starts to tremble and spring to life as I take it in my slender long-nailed fingers and caress it to a growing stiffness. Your erotic erection unfolds fully in my palms, cupped by my fingers and thumbs, until it becomes a rigid, thick, full eight or nine inches. I have to act like this is new to me, and perhaps it is. Your fantasy, with me as willing paid-for slut, makes you bigger and harder than I've ever seen or felt you before...

Outside the deluge splashes and trickles down the bedroom window, the beating of the rain matching the pounding of my heart as I try and stay the calm detached street pro. But like the wet drops on glass I can feel my own arousal at your super-sized stiffness beginning to dribble onto my thighs and soaking the tops of my stockings...

You gaze down at me as I slowly rub the shaft of your cock, purse my lips and kiss the tip, making you moan with ecstasy. I flick my tongue over it, caressing it, savouring it before taking the whole reddish end tween my lips and slowly, sensually, sucking on it. As I do, I look up confidently into your eyes, trying to stay detached and unemotional while enjoying the taste of your arousal.

Even though I only gently stroke your cock with a soft grip near your swelling balls, as I begin to bob up and down, letting the stiff shaft slip in and out of my mouth, I can feel the trembling tension within it, that you're close even this quickly. But I know your first climax will be soon, the first of many in the hour you've paid for.

I don't have to wait long before your cock twitches and spasms on my tongue, and keeping my lips pressed hard on your hot tight skin, you spurt stinging scalding salty squirts down my throat, filling my mouth with clinging cum. I wait till you've finished, what seems like a small eternity squashed into a few moments, before sucking the rest out and letting your cock dribble free of my lips. Usually I'd go spit it out but that would ruin the moment, break the rules about not stopping, and I tilt my head back, look you in the eye, and make a show of swallowing it, devouring it... liking it.

I haven't let go of you, my fingers still softly squeezing your not-quite-so-stiff shaft now, and slick sticky semen oozes from the darkened stressed tip and slides down the wrinkling skin. My hands meet its sliminess and I use it to begin rubbing you, jerking you off, mercilessly now you're spent and sore from your first orgasm. 

With one hand I pump your cock with a quickening pace, the other cupping your balls, caressing them and squeezing them. You're leaning back slightly on your arms, moans of pleasure and pain drawn from your lips, ecstasy and agony combined. It takes longer this time, several eternal minutes while your cock grows hard but tender, unable to take the cruel chafing of my hand job. Eventually, my grip senses a quivering under the solid skin, and more white liquid worms out, prelude to another climax.

Volcano-like, your erection erupts with jets of juicy jism, falling to splash rain-like in lil blobs on my hands and arms, your legs and tum, the bed and floor. But even now I keep finger-fucking you, softer this time. As you return from the senseless savagery of your spasms, I make 'O's of each finger and thumb, looping you gently, first with one hand then the other, over and over, with soothing sensual strokes. The response to this easing erotic encouragement is quicker, and while you're probably now raw to the point of agony, your cock continues to grow, become hard again and I can see your balls swelling from their wrinkled pouch once more...

As I do so, you reach down and indicate wordlessly you want me to take my dress off. But you don't want me to stop so you tug the stretchy material up and I don't break the caresses as you pull it up my body, off one arm then the other before throwing it away over my head. I've absolutely nothing, not even panties, on underneath and as I keep ringing your cock, clad only in my stockings and heels, you play with my breasts and nipples, sending sensual electric shivers through me...

I can feel you're close again now, a barely perceptible tremor through the hardness under your cock's wet sticky skin. I quicken the looping of my fingerthumb 'O', tighten the grip. You groan with need, and as you pluck my nips, I resist the temptation to moan back my own arousal. Eventually, sensing you need speed and pressure, I use one 'O' vigourously vibrating up and down, and squeeze your now swollen again balls with the free hand. As you start to lose yourself in climax, your fingers dig into my breasts, massaging them senselessly, and I have to grit my teeth at the aching damp desire tween my own thighs before you spurt white jets in the air once again. Your cock spasms wildly and slippery in my fingerthumb loop, splashing my face and naked boobs, and your chest, with strong steaming strings of spunk.

You're beginning to sag under the continuing orgasms so I let your limpening cock go and push you back on the bed, flipping your legs up so you lie there dazed. Slipping my heels off, I straddle your legs, trapping you, and lean forward, sucking gently on your semen-sticky cock, licking the sour-salty sweetness that still oozes from the tip, swirling it on my tongue.

You're almost oblivious to my blowjob, head tossing back and forth and you grip the bed covers. It takes more and more sucking and licking, caressing and gentle jerking, before your crashed-out cock slowly, lazily, even starts to crawl out of its own bed of sticky whitened pubes and stretch-yawn to greet the morning. Then once again, it's a stiff shaft, red raw and tender sore with my grip and lipstick. I shouldn't but I only know one more way to make you cum again, and slowly ease my thighs up to yours, sensitively place your cock tween them, and settle on you, inch by bruised inch. My soft soaked sex is almost too much for you to bear, as I savour the filling fulfilment of your cock inside me. 

You try and reach up to play with my boobs again but I take your wrists and pin them down either side of your shoulders, and begin slow rocking thrusts over your delicate dick. Gyrating my hips like a belly dancer, I glide up and down your cock, stirring it round and round, letting it grind against my clit. While I should be playing the streetwise slut pro, and not getting any enjoyment from this, I can't help but let my own arousal ripple over your raw rigid rod, and hope you feel this is still in the rules of the game. After all, my own eager orgasm will make you cum again, won't it? And it'll be at least a good few minutes or more until you can climax, allowing me to mebbe cum once, twice, or even more, a spreading aura of pleasure deep inside until you can satisfy me, and me you. 

Your cock, massaged by my intimate, sensitive silkiness, swells to gigantic proportions, stretching me until I feel its rawness rasping every part of me within. There's a quickening quiver in my quim which makes me gasp, breathless, and aching anticipation as I bite my lip and feel myself orgasm in vivid vibrating waves around you. God I didn't realise how quickly I'd cum myself! My convulsing cunt squeezes and clenches on your cock, fluttering butterfly-like as I let you fuck me.

Still holding you down I toss my head back, eyes shut and streaming rain-like tears of absolute ecstasy, teeth gnawing at my ruby lips to stifle the string of muttered obscenities as you satisfy me. But you still haven't cum yet.

I fight to catch my breath as you break your hands free and grip my hips, resting your palms at the top of my spread legs, and making a 'V' with your thumbs that meets under the fluffiness of my mound, delving, digging, to find the stimulated swell of my clit. As I lean back to steady myself, my hands gripping your knees, you slowly bring your hands and fingers, flat on the curve of my tum, together, and make slow waves, caressing your enormous erection inside me. 

I moan through my teeth gnawed lips... God that feels fantastic, as you press your penis gainst the warm wibbling walls of my vagina. I can now feel the returning tingles of your own climax, building to a powerful pounding pumping deep up inside. Then we're joined in a rocking rhythm of roused resolution and relief, the sudden sharp strain bringing a stain of sparkling sweat on our skin.

You explode inside me like a firework, all fiery sensations and fizzling sparks of sticky sap that ooze and dribble down me like the rain on the window, burning hot yet coolly soothing and satisfying. There's a rumble of thunder as the torrent outside pounds the glass, matching the roar of relief you give as you let go inside me.

For long expensive minutes we're frozen like joined statues, the only movement the shuddering of our souls as we struggle senseless to return to reality. Eventually the ache of feeling returns to my thighs and within, my tum throbs and twitches as if hammered by a meat tenderiser, a sexual stitch. You're spent, dead to the world, eyes closed in satisfied slumber. The game should have ended with you leaving but the beatific angel expression on your face is something to behold, to savor and let linger. I roll you gently under the covers and tug my stockings off as I feel the ticklish trickle of your cum rolling down my insides and out again with a familiar scent of sex. Then I snuggle under the covers beside you, draping myself over one side and soothing the soreness of your cock's shaft, and ponder on the next game we can play...



Call Girl



He told me to tell him that I loved him right before he came.

I thought it an unusual request, but, in my line of work I've heard far more bizarre and stranger things. I indulged him hesitantly, whispering it at first.

"Tell me! Tell me you love me! Say it please!" he urged me.

"Oh, I love you. Yes! I love you!", I replied.

His hips started pushing into me at a more rapid pace, until he was relentlessly pumping his big cock inside of me.

"Do you love me?" he asked again, one final time.

"Yes, I love you Joe. I love you, Joe!"

Just then, I felt his manhood engorge and expand, then it began to pulse. I felt his seed spill and fill my pussy up.

We lay there for a few seconds, then he got up off me, walked to the bathroom and asked for a towel. I stood up, his weight leaving a ghostly impression on my body, his seed still inside of me. My breasts danced as I walked to the linen closet to get him a towel. He was already in the shower. His tall, manly body silhouetted against the shower door. I stood there for a couple of minutes and watched him lather up, cleaning my essence off of his body, his cock.

"Why did he want me to say I loved him?" I thought. "Would he be saying the same thing if I got pregnant, if I were carrying his child?" I seriously doubted that. No trick could love me. I am the provider of fantasy for them. An escape from their harsh reality. A breathe of fresh air.

Joe stepped out of the shower, toweled himself dry and began to get dressed. Afterward, he went into the kitchen and helped himself to a drink. Then he sat down on the couch next to me.

"I love the time we spend together, baby. You make me feel happy. That's good right?" Joe said, half asking, half stating.

"Yes. We have our fun." I replied, matter-of-fact.

"Do you think of me?" Joe inquired.

Not to step on his toes, I answered, "Yeah. Sometimes. I like you. You're one of my most loyal customers. And, if you weren't taken already, I'd like to think that you could take me away from all this and you and I could be together. Maybe."

Who was I kidding?! Did I really think I could be with this man? This man who openly cheats on his wife, not to mention his family, with a call girl? I mean, yeah, I charge him less now than what I did when we started out but he's a regular. And, I don't think we have much in common outside of fucking. The fantasy of him is nice, we get along, we have great sex, but the reality of it is, I'm not the kind of girl who settles.

"Well, I think about you all the time. I think I may be falling..," Joe told me. I was absolutely shocked. "Yeah, I think you put some damned spell on me, Jeanette. I don't know. Hey listen, I have some business to take care of, so I gotta go. Do you think we could meet up later and go out for a drink?" Joe sure was a charmer.

"Perhaps. I have another client coming in an hour, and I have to get ready for him. Call me, Joe." I answered back cool, calm, aloof.

"Okay, I'll do that baby," Joe said, as he kissed me full on the mouth and pinched my cheek.

I opened the front door and he turned and said, "Bye, baby".

"Bye Joe," I said as I peeked out the door, "Call me!"

He did not call me later on that evening to set up our date. I was disappointed in him a bit but more disappointed in the fact that I nearly fell over for him.

A few days went by. Joe called me at 12:30 in the morning asking if he could come over. My work day had been over hours ago, and I was relaxing on the couch, drinking a glass of wine.

"I have to see you. Can I come over? I want to be inside of you!" Joe pleaded.

"I'm closed for business tonight, baby" I answered. "But I need to see you! I can't get enough of you!" he pleaded again. I could hear a tinge of alcohol induced truth in his desperate voice. "Not tonight. Will you call me tomorrow and we can see each other perhaps on Friday? What time do you want to come by? Your usual time?" I asked, trying not to arouse him in anyway.

"I'm sorry, baby. It's just..," I stopped him short. "It's alright. Call me tomorrow. I want to see you, too. Call me alright?"

"Yeah, okay. I will. Can I ask you something?" Joe asked.

"Yes. What is it?" I replied.

"Do you love me? I mean, do you think you could love me?" I could hear in his voice a sincerity that only comes with truth. "Because, I know I love you. All of you, Jeanette. Your heart, your mind, of course your pussy, but most of all, how you make me feel. You make me feel real. You make feel...like a man."

I was choking up. I didn't know exactly what to say. And, at the same time, I couldn't stop controlling the random thoughts in my head. This man drove me crazy. Yes he did!

The way he kisses, the way he holds me, the silly after sex conversations we have. All of it.

Who gives a damned if he is married, if he has a family. This man is willing to give all of that up for me. For me. And all he wants in return is for me to love him.

"You know Joe, I have to say, with all honesty," I began.

"Yes, baby..." he interjected. "What?"

"I love you. I really do." I finished.

"Come on over, Joe. Come over here and make love to me..."



Call Girl



This is a long story, and not all of it is sexual in nature. I have attempted to fill the plot with sex, but to have a plot separate from sex. If you have no interest in a bigger story, one that encompasses more than my beautiful heroine's sexuality then I wish you good reading elsewhere. If however you want to know the whole story... read on. 

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Rachel stepped out of the shower and toweled off. Running the expensive bamboo/cotton mix towel over her skin she luxuriated in the caress of the elegant towel, one of her favorite indulgences.

As the material whisked the moisture from her soft skin she checked to see if she had nicked herself while shaving. Both long smooth legs were wound free; her smoothly waxed sex was clear and as soft and hairless as she could get it. Her armpits and forearms were utterly bald and she saw nothing to mar the perfection of her delicate skin.

When she finished drying her petite, elfin frame she moved, naked, into her bedroom. Her choice for clothing had been made already. Dan had specific tastes and she made sure that whenever he called she catered to them to the letter.

She pulled the garters over her legs and hips, adjusting the satin covered straps to perfectly frame her exposed sex. The crimson elastics made her glistening folds appear even more exposed and vulnerable, which was exactly what Dan loved about the garters so much.

She then pulled the red silk stockings over her slender legs and attached the garter clips to them. Years of track and field as a girl, and aerobics as an adult had given her shapely, toned legs that she was justifiably proud of.

Then she pulled the stretchy crimson dress over her head and smoothed it over her lithe frame. The soft, filmy mulberry silk felt like a full body kiss as it sheathed her. The blended fibres of elastic allowed the dress to cling to her every curve. 

Rachel was not a round woman but she had exquisite A cup breasts that proudly stood up with nipples that rarely stopped poking through whatever material she covered them in. Her graceful torso was tiny and her flat toned stomach proportioned perfectly with her slight frame.

Her hips flared delicately out from her narrow waist, and her firm ass filled out the bottom of the short, clingy dress expertly. The dress had been tailored for her body by a very good designer.

Now Rachel sat to do her make-up. 

It took her over half an hour to achieve the subtle blend of highlight and shadow that made her look like a starlet on the red carpet. But her efforts paid off and when she was done her face was as enticing and ethereal as any A-List celebrity on her way to the Oscars.

She used eye shadow to pop her pale blue eyes, and thick mascara to frame them with dark. She used white to accentuate the whites of her eyes and make them look bigger. Her cheeks were blushed pink with a hint of innocence, and her lips a crimson that she took great care to both compliment her skin tone and still match her dress.

Her hair was more difficult, and often she would just hide it with a wig for her evening encounters, but Dan liked to pull hair so she needed to use her own silky ash blondetresses. 

She knew she could do little to give it body, so she simply brushed it straight for a few minutes and then gathered it behind her head in a twit. Her hair was a bit longer than her chin. It could just reach a bundle on the back of her skull with a few artful tendrils to frame her face.

Diamond cluster earrings in her lobes and a single matching bracelet on her right wrist and she was done.

There was still time before she had to go and so she admired her efforts in the mirror.

The effect was of a young professional on her way to a big event. She looked enticing, inviting but almost imposing. The deep red of the dress was nearly shocking it was made such a statement. It said this woman was utterly confident of her sexual power, the way the material showed every subtly play of the muscles of her body was an open sexual statement. 

And yet there was so little skin showing. Her arms were the largest exposed area. The neckline was low, but far from sleazy. Her legs were covered, but sheathed in nearly transparent red silk. 

When Rachel donned her crimson pumps she now stood a modest five foot eight, the three inch heels bringing her closer to Dan's height but not over. He was five nine and wished he were taller. Powerful men were tall. 

These things were important. Dan paid her a lot of money to look just right, and she enjoyed pleasing him.

His car arrived right on time and whisked her away to whatever event he wanted to been seen with her at.

Rachel was an escort. A highly paid escort, and it was a secret life she lead that no-one who knew her would ever believe her capable of. 

The event that night was a charity function. Dan was being asked to donate money to a foundation. He told her very little of the business of the event. He didn't care, so why should she. In actual fact this was a foundation Rachel was curious about, but not enough to bother her patron for the evening about. 

Dan was in his late fifties, and still fit. If he wasn't paying her five thousand dollars for the night she would never give him a second glance, but since he was, and had been for a few years it was easy to overlook his plain drooping face, and heavily lined skin. His hair was receding and he clung desperately to the remaining hair on top belligerently. 

Dan had divorced spectacularly a decade ago and lost a fortune to his wife, so now he only appeared in public with young gorgeous, and yet ultimately disposable women. 

He had brought Rachel, who called herself Madeleine when engaged in this work, to a dozen such events over the years, but he always made sure to hire other women in-between. The message was he used women at will, he was beholden to no-one.

Rachel's instructions were to look sexy, to tease other men, and annoy other women. She was to flirt with him and touch him intimately. He wanted every man there to want her, every woman there to hate her and never once give them anything specific to gossip about. 

It was a delicate balance that took concentration, but Rachel was good at it. 

By the time Dan swept her out of there around eleven she was ready to leave. Spending the evening balancing the instructions Dan had given her had begun to grow wearying.

Now the best part of the evening could begin. 

Tonight Dan told his driver to take them to the bay. He dropped her off at the Quay and she began to walk along the boardwalk overlooking the water. The chill evening air was cooling and she wrapped a fur cape around herself. Dan had given it to her for this walk and he would take it back when he left. 

A few minutes passed as she strolled along the boardwalk, her time her own for a few moments.

The role he had given her was easy. She was a young woman who had just lost a competition with her best friend for the attention of a handsome young man at the bar. Angry she had wandered away and found herself alone at night.

Rachel glanced at the few other people she passed on her walk and they all eyed her speculatively. She was out of place here. This was a rough neighborhood and her expensive clothes marked her as a target. She was stupid to be here.

Then a big black man stepped out of the shrubs nearby and started toward her.

"Hey. You got a light?" he asked, his deep voice low and quiet. He stepped close and Rachel froze.

"No. I don't smoke."

"Damn." Then he looked her up and down slowly. "You look good enough to eat." He licked his lips appreciatively. "All dressed in red- you like Little Red riding Hood." He laughed deep in his chest. "Maybe I'm the Big Bad Woof." He said woof not Wolf.

"Please. I've had a bad night, okay. I don't want any trouble." 

"Who said anything about trouble? Ain't no trouble. I'm just saying that you look like you lost in the woods is all. Maybe you got some goodies for me? Huh?"

"No."

"Oh I think you do. You got all sorts of goodies. Plenty to go around. For me and my boys."

Rachel's stomach did a series of flips as three other men came out of the shrubs and began to surround her. Her mouth went dry and she felt her body grow weightless as it dawned on her what was likely going to happen. 

The men circled her completely and she tried to close in on herself protectively. 

"Hey guys it little Red Riding Hood. What do you think she wants to ride?"

Laughter washed over her as the men moved in so close she felt them brush against her. 

The group of them were gathered right under a bright street light and she could see them clearly, and knew they saw her just as well. She could smell their skin and cigarette breath and she shuddered.

Then the leader began to touch her.

His big hand caressed her skin as he ran a hand over her arm. "You gonna show us your goodies now?"

The men all began to stroke her body, hands on her arms, her face and legs. There were three big black men and one smaller, older white man. The fur wrap was lifted from her shoulders and tossed aside. That seemed to be a signal because as soon as her shoulders were bare the men began to grope her body.

Rachel tried to scream but her throat was too tight with fear. 

A bright light shone in her eyes blinding her and mouths began to kiss her face and possess her mouth.

So many hands on her body paralyzed her. She couldn't focus on who to struggle against or what to stop them from doing first. 

In seconds her dress was pulled over her head and tossed aside. Nude before them she heard them appreciate her choice of no underwear, just garters.

"Damn girl you were ready for us."

"Lookit that shit!"

"This bitch is a Grade A slut."

Hands began to squeeze her breasts and pull on her nipples painfully. A pair of hands slapped her ass, and pried open her supple globes exposing the pink of her anus. A hand spread open her sex and poked into her slippery opening. 

She was slippery, she could feel her juices gathering as they had been off and on all night. 

Four men held her immobile as they fondled and caressed her entire body. Rachel went limp and closed her eyes as hands and mouths devoured every part of her. A mouth was on her right breast, one began to lick her buttocks and one invaded her slippery pussy. 

Fingers pinched and kneaded her flesh possessively as hands held her spread out and exposed on the path under the street light.

Then Rachel was forced to her knees on the firm wood of the boardwalk and her head was gripped between two strong hands. Opening her eyes she saw a pale spear of flesh aimed at her face. A hard white cock was poking at her and was stroked around her cheeks and pressed to her mouth. She clamped down her jaw, but the cock just caressed her soft skin, the hardness smearing over her features. 

Then fingers pinched her nose shut and began to pry at her mouth trying to open her jaw. 

As this continued the hands and mouth all over her maintained their invasive exploration of every nook and cranny. Fingers were shoved deep inside both her rectum and vagina and they moved in and out rhythmically.

Out of air and shocked by this very public invasion down below Rachel gasped and as soon as her mouth opened the cock went in filling her mouth with the flavour of man.

Her face was fucked ruthlessly, the white man driving himself in and out of her open mouth hard and fast, gagging her. Gasping for air whenever she could Rachel endured the harsh use of her mouth as best she could without panicking. 

The man fucking her face gripped her hair tightly and pulled her on and of his cock as he drove in and out of her drooling mouth. Spittle leaked out over him and spattered over her bare chest coating her in a sloppy drizzle of slobber.

The one by one the other men exposed their cocks and shoved them close to her face. 

Hands on her head pulled her from one prick to another and she was forced to suck each of them in turn. When they weren't using her mouth they would rub their spit covered dongs all over her face of head. 

The black men were big. Very big, and it was painful to take them into her sore cramping jaw. Oozing saliva all over herself messily Rachel was forced over and over to take huge cocks into her mouth and suckle them. 

Hot manhood filled her vision and her hair was pulled painfully as they yanked her from one hard-on to another. 

The men began fucking her mouth for longer periods of time and the men not using her mouth groped her tits or ass, and jammed fingers into her leaking slit or her tender ass. 

Gasping for air Rachel endured this public defilement that seemed to go on forever. 

Then when she was thinking this would never end she was bodily lifted from her knees and forced to lie down. A man was already there and the others spread her legs out and held her over him. He shoved his cock into her slick pussy and she felt helplessly invaded. 

Held in place by men, she was filled below, hands on her hips holding her still while a hard cock thrust in and out of her slippery opening. 

Then once more cocks were shoved into her mouth. Gasping for air, trying to protest, her mouth was filled with penis as one after another the men pushed their cocks into her face.

Limp, unresisting at this point, she was a rag doll used and abused by all these men. It was an endless assault of male members assailing her tender body. 

Once more she was lifted effortlessly into the air and spun around dizzyingly. Now they placed her on all fours over one of the black men. Her wide spread cunt was stuffed completely full of a huge cock. Stretched open wider than she had ever been she groaned as her body began to tremble with an approaching orgasm. 

Trying to resist the urge to cum she was overwhelmed by unexpected pleasure as her anus was suddenly pierced by a cock. Crammed full in both holes she cried out passionately and her mouth was filled with yet another cock. 

Utterly brimming with man-flesh Rachel tumbled over the edge of reason and began to climax as these strange men used her mercilessly. 

This climax blurred the boundary between sanity and madness and the next period of time was a blur of images and sensations as one by one each of the men used every one of her holes. 

How long she was raped on that boardwalk in public she had no idea at the time. To her it was an endless series of orgasms and visions of wet gleaming cocks aimed at her face. 

One by one the men filled her with their poles and then when they had had enough the older white man spilled his seed over her upturned face, her mouth open wide to receive his sperm as it spilled over her features. 

Beyond reason Rachel was simply a cum hungry whore, the kind men fantasized about. 

Each in turn the men coated her in their warm spunk and glazed her face in stickiness. 

With no way of knowing how many orgasms she had born Rachel only knew her body was worn out and trembling when at last the older man finally squeezed one last load of wet jism onto her outstretched tongue. 

She hunched wearily on her knees on the wood of the boardwalk, her body beyond fatigued from what she had endured. Fluids leaked from every hole and she was sore and raw from the incredible fucking she had just received. 

Dimly she saw Dan pay the black men with a stack of cash and then he finished dressing. His driver loomed closer to her his camera capturing her exhaustion and the spattering of cum staining every inch of her front. 

She looked into the lens and mustered a smile for him, then he turned off the spotlight clipped on top and she dropped to her hands and knees quivering with emotional burnout.

Dan brought her a luxurious robe to wear and wrapped her tenderly in it, then helped her to her feet.

The driver gathered her belongings and on wobbly legs Rachel staggered to the car parked not far away. 

A fog of fatigue threatened to envelope her but Rachel forced it away and allowed Dan to gaze at her. She opened the robe and let if fall from her as she got into the car. He was being kind, but she knew he still wanted to see her debasement. It thrilled him to see his women utterly humiliated. 

She knelt on the floor of the car rather than stain his leather seats with the many fluids still oozing from her. And when she looked up at him from tear stained eyes, her make-up a smeared mess, he smiled and opened his pants.

Lowering her mouth over his semi-hard cock she suckled him gently, knowing he would be sore from so much use. 

As he drove her home she slurped lovingly on his cock and when they pulled up in front of her condo they sat with the car idling as she finished blowing him. It took some time, he had cum a few times already tonight, but eventually he once more oozed a stream of watery sperm over her face. 

"Thank you Madeleine. You were wonderful tonight. You exceeded my deepest expectations." He stroked her tangled hair appreciatively and she tried not to wince as his hand rubbed spots where her hair had been pulled hard enough to leave bruises. "I apologize for the extra men, but I couldn't choose which to use, so I just brought them all." Then he pulled out a cheque and handed it to her. "'I've put the difference on there already so there is no need for another invoice."

Taking her payment Rachel smiled wanly and crawled to the door. The driver was ready and opened it for her and she took his hand as she scrambled to her feet gracelessly. Naked, still spattered with cum and spit and sweat she stood in the driveway of her condo, the sheltering trees cover enough from the street and the neighbors, but still she felt exposed. 

Taking her clothes from the driver she staggered to her door and as the car drove away , briefly illuminating her pale skin in bright headlights, she pulled her keys from her clutch and opened her door. 

After a long hot shower and a glass of wine to relax she allowed herself the pleasure of looking at her cheque. 

The official business cheque was made out to Madeleine Delaine Consulting, her business name. It was for ten thousand dollars. Dan had truly appreciated her extra efforts tonight. 

Sipping her wine, trying to ignore her tender aching sphincter and raw vagina, she worked the tension from her jaw and sighed, pleased with a hard nights work. 

The next morning she dressed in her mousy daytime clothes and made it to her bank just in time to start another dreary day in her real life. 

As Rachel Adams she was a teller at a multi-national bank, and she maintained a persona as far removed from her nightlife as possible. 

As Rachel she was prim and frumpy, polite and efficient, but cold and sharp tongued. She used wit and sarcasm to keep her co-workers at bay, and she used her access to accounts to launder her nighttime earnings. 

Depositing her cheque into Madeleine's account she covered her transactions with other peoples so no-one ever saw her handle those big cheques. 

Madeleine Delaine was rich. Her consulting business was lucrative, and she had almost three hundred thousand dollars in the bank. Rachel Adams had five hundred and thirty. 

When Rachel went home that night, aching and tired, she went not to Madeleine's tasteful condo, but to Rachel's rundown apartment in a three story walk up. Her two lives were as separate as she could make them.

For eight years, the 28 year old Rachel had been living a double life, and creating a richer and richer existence for Madeleine Delaine. The real Madeleine had been a girl in Rachel's dorm in college and Rachel had found her fascinating. 

When Madeleine died suddenly of some birth defect of the heart Rachel had been stunned. They had hardly known each other, but Rachel's fascination with Madeleine had led to an actual depression. Something about such a beautiful, vibrant young woman dying so suddenly really got to Rachel. 




Call Girl



Rachel had started drinking and eventually sleeping around. Her grades suffered and her finances, never good, got worse. Desperate for cash, and not caring about herself based on a newly and deeply perceived mortality, Rachel answered an ad for college girls looking for money.

It was an escort agency and Rachel's pretty face and tiny body were deemed perfect for the job. Soon she was meeting strange older men for dates, and getting tipped if she would have sex with them. Tipped a lot. 

Without even thinking of it she took over Madeleine's identity and used what little she knew of the dead girl to create an alter ego for her escort business. Since Madeleine still got mail to the dorm from companies not aware of her death Rachel took this mail and read it and used the info to flesh out her new role

When she passed out of her depression she discovered that she liked being Madeleine better than being Rachel. She switched schools and took some of Madeleine's old mail and class schedule with her creating a complete identity as Madeleine Delaine. She filled out credit card applications, and received new cards. She renewed Madeleine's driver's license, applied for a passport, sending letters to Madeleine's dentist after receiving a reminder that Madeleine needed a cleaning.

Bit by bit she fleshed out the new Madeleine identity and with her new income bought what she needed to be a new person. 

Rachel had never stolen anything in her life before this, and she knew what she was doing was wrong, but it felt like a victimless crime to her. She paid her bills, and obeyed the law except for her escort business. And even then, in her state, it was a gray area legally. 

By the time she graduated from college, with a bachelor degree in business Madeleine was set up to start her own escort agency with herself as the only escort.

She got the job at the bank as a teller and worked hard there as well doing her best to blend in but not create many ties. She had far too much on her plate leading two lives. 

All through the early years of escorting she cultivated a small loyal stable of men who used her services and when she branched out into her own business she spoke to the chosen few she wanted to bring with her. 

Each man eagerly joined her. Madeleine was a playful, imaginative lover who would indulge any fantasy they could conceive of if at all humanly possible. She never said no. 

They each hired Madeleine Delaine as a business consultant, and because of her degree she actually did give them the occasional bit of advice. None of them liked having a paper trail, but neither did they like having thousands of dollars unaccounted for in their legers, so they agreed.

Madeleine paid tax, owned her own home went on vacations and generally lived a fantastic life on paper. In actual fact Rachel spent less time as Madeleine than as herself. She saved her time as Madeleine for special occasions, Rachel never wanted to grow complacent about her fabulous other persona. 

And sometimes, like last night, she needed time to recuperate from her ordeals as a call girl. Last night had been thrilling. She had not known about the black men, and when that first man had approached she had honestly been nervous. When he had called his friends she had experienced a moment of actual terror until she had seen Dan. Knowing her fear was what he wanted she maintained it throughout, but once the camera turned on it had all been acting. 

Dan filmed all their encounters. She didn't fear they would appear on the internet because Dan featured as a star in every one of them. He wasn't about to risk his entire fortune on a leaked sex tape so she felt secure on that front. 

Dan wasn't the only client who liked to play head games. Every one of her clients did, because Rachel found that she liked the drama of risky, mentally challenging sexual situations. That was why they were willing to pay her more, not just because she was super cute, but because she was an adept at creating realistic, sexually imaginative encounters.

Her clients would ask her for a special scenario and she would always come through by acting the role they most desired.

One client liked her to dress like a teenager and he would take her to benign public events where they would look like a father and daughter on an outing, like the zoo, or a park, or perhaps a movie. In each location they would get as sexually risky as they could. 

At a zoo once she wore a light summer dress and Evan, her client, wore jeans and a button down shirt, each looking wholesome and plain. Then as they wandered amid the animal enclosures Evan took every opportunity to reach under her dress and to stroke her bare bottom or finger her dripping slit. 

He would reach into the top of her dress and pull out her breast and suckle it, or pinch her nipples, anything that could expose her to view, but that could easily be recovered. They did this for an hour, Rachel getting more and more excited, and Evan more and more bold. 

People saw them, for certain, and with his graying hair and glasses the older man looked so much like her father, and Rachel looked so young and innocent, that people were clearly shocked to see them being so lewd.

When they saw a mother angrily approach a security guard they ducked into a bathroom to hide and then fucked in the stall, Rachel riding Evan as he sat on the toilet. 

With Evan's cum leaking down her thigh Rachel and he left the zoo glowing with satisfaction avoiding the hunting security guard. 

Her latest encounter with Evan, two weeks ago had been in movie theatre. They had gone to see a big 3D release and when he tapped her arm telling her it was time Rachel bent over in her seat and took his cock into her mouth. The theatre was packed, and people sat directly beside, in front and behind them. 

As she swallowed his cock he sat back and watched the movie and she took her time languorously lavished him with her oral attention. The 3D glasses apparently hid them well enough because when at last he spent himself in her mouth and she sat back up looking around, no-one seemed to be looking. 

It was almost disappointing. 

Another client enjoyed picking her up on street corners like a common whore. 

He didn't want the risk of an actual hooker, likely on drugs, underage, or even diseased, so he had Rachel dress as sluttily as she could, then he would have her stand on a specific corner. Not a place hookers would usually be and then he would cruise by and hire her. 

Rachel would stand out there in a costume she would buy beforehand; something like tight gold lame shorts that outlined her sex clearly, a mesh shirt with her nipples perfectly visible, heavy make-up and a ridiculous wig and she would stroll up and down in her high heeled boots asking anyone if they wanted a date. If she got an interested customer before her actual client arrived she would quote way too much money and act cracked-out until they left. 

Being exposed and so sleazy would usually get Rachel inflamed, her pussy tingling to be used, and when Raj would finally pull up she would be willing to do anything to fuck him. 

He would have her blow him as they drove away, or depending on the corner he had chosen he might take her into an alley between two buildings and fuck her right there.

In the role of Madeleine, Rachel was a huge exhibitionist, wanting as many eyes on her tiny, toned body as she could get. 

Rachel made certain that she remained healthy and disease free by regularly seeing a doctor. A client. 

This doctor would bring her into his office ever week on the same day at the same time and treat her just the same as any client. She would sit in the waiting room for the receptionist to call her name, Madeleine's name, and then she would go back into his examination room. He would perform a full physical, and do it well, because his own health depended on it. 

Then when that was done, including taking blood to test, he would fuck her, or have her blow him, or do whatever kinky examination he yearned to perform on other women. He often wanted her completely naked and spread on his table. That was his favorite, and then he would use various tools to probe and explore each of her orifices. 

Each session ended with him shooting his cum deep into her pussy and then doing a gynaecological exam and commenting on how big her last lover had been, and how much cum was still inside her. It wasn't her job to wonder why that was such a strong fixation for him, but she played along using both real life and her imagination to detail the huge cocks she had fucked and all the sperm they had filled her with. 

It made him so horny he would masturbate while examining her and she spoke, then he would begin to fuck her again when he couldn't take it anymore and once more fill her with his jism. It were as if he were cuckolding himself.

Madeleine loved the variety, and danger of her sex life. 

Rachel had none. 

Rachel didn't date, didn't have friends, didn't talk to her family or have any ties to the world at all save for her job. 

That was just the way she liked it. 

The rest of her day passed in a blur, as they often did after a night like last night had been. Still raw and tingling from the pounding she had taken in her pussy and ass she found the hyperawareness of her sexual organs pleasantly distracting as she processed other peoples transactions. 

When at last she could go home she took the bus, as a woman on Rachel's tight budget would and then she made a simple supper and did some yoga to centre herself. 

Rachel worked out a lot doing yoga, tai chi and running to keep herself physically fit and grounded. Her body was her key to financial security so she took great care of it. 

Her life was one of routine interrupted by incredible sexual escapades ever few days. This night was a night of rest. 

One week later, at work, a handsome, plainly dressed man in his early forties approached her wicket and asked if she were Rachel Adams. 

"Yes. How can I help you?" she was no more than curious, people sometimes came specifically to ask for her at the bank, but rarely.

"Hi. I'm Detective Somers. I'm involved in an investigation and your name has popped up. I'm chasing down any leads I can. May I have a few moments of your time?"

Rachel's immediate reaction wasn't fear, it was curiosity. She looked around for her manager and waved her over. 

"This Detective wants to talk to me, can I have a moment?"

"Oh. Certainly." The two women exchanged looks; her manager wondering what was going on, Rachel telling her she had no idea.

Rachel led the man to a back area where clients came to discuss business away from the crowds. 

"How can I help you?" 

"Your business card was found on the body of a murdered man, I'm wondering if you might be able to tell me anything about him."

"What?" she was horrified. She's never known anyone who had been murdered before. 

"I'm sorry to do this to you, but we need any help we can get. Do you know a man named Daniel Goldberg?" 

Rachel didn't recognize the name at first and said ,"No, I don't think so." Then she saw the letterhead in her mind's eye. Goldberg Investments. Daniel Goldberg. Dan. Her client Dan. She wasn't sure what her face gave away but the detective was looking down at his pad writing when she felt her face go white realizing Dan was dead. 

"Yeah, it was a long shot, him being an investor and you working at a bank. But I thought I'd try." As his gaze lifted back to hers Rachel did the only thing she knew how to do well to distract a man. She began to flirt. She was a professional flirt and she allowed the fact that the detective was handsome to fuel her.

"Oh well I'm sorry I couldn't help. I'd like an excuse to talk to you a little longer." She smiled shyly, looking down and then back up quickly like she couldn't help it. "I- um... Well, talking to you is more fun than working. Y'know." She blushed, an art she had worked on for years.

She saw his pupils get bigger as he received her flirt and grew aroused himself. 

"I know what you mean." He grinned. "If I have any more questions I suppose I could always come back again." 

"I'd like that. Um.. anything to break up the tedium." They grinned at each other and then they both stood and shook hands. 

When he left she went back to her wicket and relieved her manager, who asked. "What was that about?"

"A murder. Someone died and had my card on them or something."

"Who?" the older woman was breathless with shock and curiosity.

"An investor guy. Gold- something. I don't know him." She lied very well and after some expressions of titillated shock her manager left Rachel to get back to work.

Rachel held off her panic until she got home and then she felt anxiety seep in. What other ties did Dan have to her real life? Why did he have her card? She would never have given it to him. She grabbed her condo keys and went to Madeleine's place and began to search through everything to see if she could find any ties between herself and Dan. 

Why would someone murder Dan? It seemed surreal.

Then she remembered.

The films. 

Madeleine had made almost a dozen sex tapes with Dan. There were close-ups of her face all throughout those films. Each one ended with a close-up of her face covered in cum, that was Dan's favorite ending. If the police found those, especially Detective Somers, they could tie her to Dan. She hadn't even worn wigs for Dan; he liked to pull her hair. It would be obvious it was her. 

Now she was scared. 

One of the rules for allowing Dan to film her had been that she receive a copy of each film. Rachel ran to the bedroom where she kept the DVD's Dan had given her and she began to play them. She needed to see if his face was in them along with her own. 

She watched scene after scene where Dan would fuck her in some outrageous location as his driver filmed them. 

There she was with him fucking in an elevator, both their faces as clear as day as they kissed and then as she went down on him. 

The next DVD was of him tying her up in an abandoned warehouse and using a huge vibrator to make her beg him to fuck her. Both of their faces easily recognisable. 

There they were at the symphony, the camera hidden in a bag the driver carried. It showed them mingling with the big wigs before the performance and then following them to his private box where she sucked his cock while he listened to the music, then as he fucked her in the shadows of the box, just barely out of the light from the stage. 

Over and over she saw the two of them together. The police would know she knew him and lied about it. Her world was about to come crashing down. 

Then the situation got worse. 

The doorbell of her condo rang.

In the six years Madeleine had lived here that doorbell had never been pressed in Rachel's hearing. She didn't even know what it sounded like before that moment, but it was obviously the doorbell. 

She tiptoed closer to the door. All the lights were on because she had been searching everywhere for any clue that could tie her to Dan. The brightness inside meant she couldn't see out. 

Hesitant to enter the living room with its big front window she huddled in the hall, out of sight of the front of the condo. 

A loud pounding on the door made her jump. 

Fight or flight?

She chose to run. 

Slipping into the kitchen she went to the backdoor that lead to a small shared courtyard. From there she was planning on jumping the fence and fleeing. 

Unfortunately she had been anticipated. 

There was a large dark haired man in a grey suit standing by her back door. He appeared startled when the door opened, but he grabbed her arm and stopped her from running away.

"Where you going?" He asked, his voice a perfect imitation of a guy from the Sopranos T.V. show. 

"Let go of me." She said as sternly as she could, but he ignored her and pushed her back into the kitchen and closed the door behind her. She had taken self defense classes and she broke his grip and attempted to run away, but he grabbed the back of her shirt and pulled her into a tight hold. 

He twisted away from her and spread his legs wide while hugging her very tightly crushing the breath from her lungs. She was too small to reach his feet to stomp him, she couldn't kick his balls nor could she head butt him. He clearly knew how to avoid those moves. 

His grip around her body grew tighter as she struggled and soon she felt a panicky shortness of breath and saw stars in her vision. The last thing she wanted was to pass out so she stopped struggling and relaxed.

"You gonna be good now?"

She nodded limply. 

Suddenly he pushed her hard away from himself and she had to put out her hands to stop from smashing face first into the wall. When she turned to see him he had a gun pointed at her. 

"Open the front door."

Rachel was in no way prepared for having a gun pointed at her, but she had been in so many pretend terrifying scenarios she was able to keep her wits about her. Doing what he said she opened the front door and another huge guy in a suit stepped inside. 

He looked at the gun and saw the wild eyed look on Rachel's face and nodded. Closing the door behind himself he gently pushed Rachel back into the living room. He went to the window and closed the drapes and told her to sit. 

He pulled a folded piece of paper from his coat and held it up next to her face. 

"This is her."

He dropped the page in her lap and she saw it was a still from one of Dan's films. It was a close-up of her face at the end of a session; sweaty, make-up smeared and a load of white sperm dribbled across her lips and chin, with glazed smile for the camera. 

It was exactly what she feared, but these guys didn't seem like cops. 

The one who had come in the front door pulled out a smart phone and called someone.

As he waited for an answer the tension in Rachel mounted. What was going on? Who were these guys?

"Hello. We found her." A pause. "Certain." Another pause. "Yes sir. Be right there." He ended the call and put the phone away. "Someone wants to meet you." He loomed over her and made steady eye contact. "I would imagine you are nervous, and confused right now so I'm going to tell you a few things. Please listen closely and do what I say. It will make what happens next easier on all of us. I'm taking you to a man. A very important man. A very powerful man. The sort of man who gets what he wants when he wants it. He is seldom disappointed, and when he gets disappointed he becomes violent. Or rather he has me become violent. I don't want to hurt you, but I will, without hesitation- if this man tells me to. The best thing you can do to avoid being hurt is to stay quiet and compliant. Say nothing until asked a question and then answer honestly. Do you understand?"

Rachel nodded, even though she didn't really understand. Her mind was racing trying to find a way out of this situation. As she sat stunned by how strange her life had suddenly become the man who had been speaking pulled some plastic zip ties from his pocket and fastened them around her wrists. Her body trembled with the suppressed desire to fight him. 

When her arms were secure he went out of the room toward the back of her condo. In a few moments he returned. While he was gone Rachel looked down at her bound wrists and willed herself to be anyplace else. 

The goon returned and she saw that he had a pillow case from her bedroom. He placed it over her head and suddenly she discovered a newly developed claustrophobia. Something soft was tied around her throat securing the pillowcase. It wasn't tight, but she found it much more difficult to breathe as terror tightened her throat.

The men lifted her to her feet and took her outside. 




Call Girl



They put her in a car and drove her someplace.

A short eternity later they stopped and helped her out of the car and walked her a long way. They entered a building and walked for a long time in a large echoing place.

When they stopped at last someone lifted her bound wrists over her head and wrapped a rough canvas-like binding around her wrists over the plastic strap already binding her. She heard a clanking chain and felt her arms lift higher until she had to stretch onto her tip-toes to avoid pain in her wrists. 

Rachel had experience with bondage and S&M play so she began to do some breathing exercises to relax her body and prepare it to absorb pain. 

They bound her ankles with the same canvas feeling straps and then pulled her legs out wide. She heard some ratchet sounds on either side and felt her legs pulled wider and wider apart. Pressure on her wrists grew more painful as her weight was removed from her feet. Then the chain noise again and slowly bit by bit she was raised up off the floor her legs spread wide as she dangled from her wrist. 

A moment of silence and then the sound of footsteps moving close. 

A hand pulled the pillow case from her head and she saw an older, paunchy man with intense piercing dark eyes looking into her face, their eyes at the same level as she dangled in the air. 

"Hmmm. Very pretty." He looked her up and down admiringly. Rachel saw that she was in a warehouse of some sort, and it was huge. Beyond that the man immediately in front of her captivated her attention. 

"What is your name miss?"

Rachel had already decided lying about who she was would be foolish given that they might have taken her purse with them. 

"Rachel." She whispered.

"Rachel." He tested her name in his mouth, then nodded. "Well Rachel I have some questions for you, but before I begin asking them I would like to show you something that might help you resist the urge to lie to me, okay. He reached out and touched her cheek softly, she shuddered at his warm, but it turned into a push and he nudged her head to the side so she could see something over her right shoulder. 

Just to her right another person dangled in the same position she did. It was Dan's driver and he was very badly beaten. 

To Rachel the driver had always seemed a strong capable man, self-contained and vaguely threatening. Right now he looked vulnerable and near death. His left side, the one closest to her was a mass of dark horrible bruises. It looked as though his ribs, almost all of them, were broken. He was breathing shallowly and his face was a mask of broken skin and lumpy bruises that made her want to vomit. 

No amount of Hollywood special effects could compare to seeing a real person so badly beaten that they would likely die. 

She began to weep, both for the driver in his pitiable condition, and for herself so close to the same fate. 

These must be the people that had killed Dan. But why?

The man who had turned her to see the driver now turned her face away, back to look at him.

"So unpleasant. But he wouldn't talk for a long time. He thought he was strong, but really none of us is strong in the face of torture. Not in the end. So let's not repeat that with you. You are so pretty it would be such a shame."

He began to stroke her cheek delicately. "Such a shame. I quite enjoyed your movies. You are a very good... performer I guess would be the word." His hand ran along her neck and then down over her breasts stretched taut and flattened by her position. "Very sexy." 

Her fear hardened nipple poked through her shirt and satin camisole, she wore no bra.

As he fondled her breasts the man looked deeply into her eyes. "Rachel did Dan give you any large sums of money?" 

She nodded. She felt as though she were piecing together what was going on, at least the big picture. Dan had stolen this man's money and he was trying to get it back. 

"How much?" His hands were both rubbing her breasts, distracting her, and she was sure that was the point. He wanted her off balance and unable to lie. 

"A few thousand."

"That's all?" He asked sounding dubious. His fingers began to unbutton her shirt.

"Well, I've done work for him for years..." her voice was soft and she willed herself to play the role he wanted. She was good at these games. She played them all the time. If she could forget that she was in real danger this time she might be able to twist this encounter into more familiar territory. 

She let herself grow aroused by his touch, her breathing already shallow and quick, deepened and her quavering voice took on a huskier tone.

"I'm more interested in lately. This last month." His hands finished with her buttons and now stroke her stomach and chest over the thin, soft satin of her camisole.

"I have only worked for him twice this last month." She breathed deeply pressing her breast into his hand as it cupped her bosom. 

"Does he pay for that condo they found you in?"

Rachel shook her head. "I rent it." she lied.

His hands found the zipper on her skirt and undid it. "Did Goldberg give you any papers, or keys or anything unusual lately? Like an accounting book?" 

His hands pulled the hem of her camisole out of her skirt and his warm palm slid along the firm plain of her belly underneath her undergarment. Closing her eyes Rachel tried to appear aroused in spite of herself. She bent all her willpower to the task of making this man feel he was making her horny while terrifying her. 

The truth was that she was making herself horny and she was terrified. 

"I only saw him twice in the last month, and we did the same stuff we always do. We went out, then he took me someplace and fucked me. I don't know what you want from me." She said this last part as slowly and breathlessly as she dared, implying she knew exactly what he wanted, sex, and that she feared it.

His hand found her breast under her clothes and he cupped her fear chilled flesh with his warm palm.

"I think you are telling me the truth Rachel. But I have to be sure. It matters to me that I find out the truth." He held out his free hand and someone put a box cutter in it. Using the blade he began to cut her clothes off. 

Starting with her camisole he sliced a line down the centre of her chest and opened the soft material in one deft slice. Pulling open the remains he bared her chest to his avid gaze. 

Rachel quivered with fear, and dove into the role she was playing. This was another scenario for one of Dan's movies. That was all it could be. She had to believe it with all her power. 

Piece by piece the heavy-set man cut all her clothing off. Her shirt, her camisole, her skirt and her panties. He pulled off her shoes and then when she hung helpless, utterly nude before him he stood back and admired her body. 

"You are delicious. Like a little china doll. I can't wait to fuck you Rachel, but I'm going to make myself wait. I have to make sure you aren't lying to me." He stepped close and pressed the blade of the box cutter against her clitoris. It didn't cut her, the angle was wrong, but the cold blade pressed hard against her tingling button nearly made her wet herself. 

"Rachel, Goldberg has stolen millions of dollars from a group I am part of. He has it stashed away someplace and I have been given the task of finding it. He died before he could tell us. Did you know he had a bad heart? I didn't." He pressed the blade harder against her tender little clit. "Did he ever, and I mean ever, mentioned a place he kept money or a private house, bank, or offshore holding? Anything at all?"

Tears streamed from her eyes as he wiggled the terrifying blade against her sex.

"No. no sir. We played a game together. I was just his escort. One of a few. He simply used me for sex. That's all."

"Well then so will we." He pulled the blade back from her clit and replaced it with a finger. He began to rub her button tenderly and she felt her passion grow immediately to replace her fear. Internally she fanned the flame of it.

The old man began to finger her slit and discovered she was moist. 

"You like this rough stuff?" 

She nodded, pretending to be embarrassed by the reaction of her body.

"Good. I'm in a bad mood."

Stepping away he turned to one of his thugs and held out a hand. "Belt."

The man who had done most of the talking at her condo pulled the belt from around his waist and gave it to his boss. 

The older man positioned himself as Rachel did breathing exercises to centre herself and absorb the upcoming pain. 

The first crack of leather on her bare skin made her scream. The sound of the belt on her skin worse than the pain, at first. Then a lash of fire reached her brain and heat scoured her back. 

Opening herself to it, Rachel did her best to ride on top of the waves of agony rather than be submerged beneath them. She was strong enough for this, she knew it. 

Over and over the old man whipped her with the belt. His inexpert flogging hurt more than anything she had ever felt in any other S&M scenario. He didn't know what he was doing other than giving pain. The belt was hard and unyielding, not made for sex play. 

She was whipped front and back, her body lashed dozens of times. Welts bloomed on her pale soft flesh and tiny beads of blood appeared. 

Her wrists and ankles throbbed excruciatingly as she writhed helplessly, trying instinctually to avoid the lash of leather. Her movements made her swing wildly from her bonds sending agony through her shoulders, and wrists. 

The old man focused his flogging on her breasts, and ass ruthlessly tormenting her delicate flesh.

Nothing in her life had prepared her for this kind of pain, but she knew she could overcome it. Looking down at herself when she was able to open her eyes she saw that her flesh was still intact. In spite of the agony, no blood flowed freely from her wounds; they were merely welts and strips of red across the usually unblemished sheath of her skin. 

The whipping stopped and the old man appeared before her, sweating and out of breath, much like herself.

"So. Shall I continue, or have you had enough?" 

"Please." She begged. "I don't know anything. I'm just a call girl. One of many." 

Her skin throbbed where the belt had slapped it, and when the old man began to run his hands along her breasts once more, the sting from his belt made her recoil from his touch whimpering.

"You're just his little whore, huh? Just someplace he put his dick?" A hand ran along her belly making her flinch, then his fingers found her slit and discovered how wet she still was. "You are a kinky little bitch. Boys this little slut is dripping wet. Look." 

Holding up his fingers he showed them her fluids wet and slippery on his fingers, her moisture glistening in the light. Placing his fingers inside her once more the old man began to fuck her with two digits and Rachel felt herself open to him. Willing herself to get even more aroused she began to moan and hump her hips onto his hand in tiny unconscious seeming movements. 

More than anything Rachel wanted him to get so horny he couldn't help but fuck her and forget about torturing her, or even killing her. She was fairly certain that if she could get him off she would survive this encounter. Which given the state of the driver was no guarantee. 

With his penetrating eyes on her face the old man frigged her sopping pussy, his breathing beginning to mirror her own. Rachel bit her lip and performed every subtle cue she knew to appear reluctantly aroused. She pretended to fight her rising lust while actually diving into it to hide from her terror and agony.

It was a delicate balance made more difficult by the close scrutiny of the old man who had not yet been beguiled enough to simply fuck her. 

"Are you horny little girl?" 

She slightly shook her head no, hoping it looked like she was trying not to be.

"I think you are. I think you love being looked at by my guys here. And me. I think you like me too." She trembled head to toe. It was fear and disgust, but he didn't need to know that. Let her aching nipples and slippery cunt make him believe what he wanted. 

Pulling his fingers out of her grip he began to rub her clit, making her body jump with sudden over-stimulation. 

"Oh yes. You're horny alright. And so are we. So..." He leaned in, his fingers still massaging her tender bundle of nerves and he whispered "Just tell me what I want to know and all this can be over. Then we can have some fun. You. Me. My boys. I've seen the movies. You like gangbangs don't you?'

"Please..." Was all she replied.

"Please what?"

"P-please... please fuck me." She spoke so softly she wasn't sure if he heard her, but she felt his fingers grow still for a moment as he looked deeply into her wide open, beseeching eyes.

Rachel put everything ounce of will she had into begging him silently to fuck her. She thought only of sex, not letting any of her fear appear in her gaze. 

It worked. 

The old man smiled and resumed rubbing her clit.

"Boys looks like this little slut wants to get fucked. Let's give her what she wants. Lower her a bit. I want her to suck my cock. I love that pouty little mouth of yours baby."

Relief flooded Rachel's being and she sighed when the pressure on her wrists eased and her arms began to lower. 

One of the guys grabbed her hips and pulled them back making her bend over on her wide stretched legs. Her feet touched down and the pain in her ankles eased as well. Her shoulders had to rotate as she was bent over and now her arms were pulled up behind her head, but it was still better than before. 

When she was positioned right for him, the old man walked up and shoved a hard cock in her face. His gray pubic hair thrust out around the base in a thick thatch of hair. It was a smallish penis, but very hard.

The old man rubbed it around her mouth and she opened up for him. Pushing inward he began to fuck her face while Rachel licked and sucked it as much as she could. Eagerly Rachel gobbled his erection like a porn star, shamelessly drooling over him, and making a meal of it. 

Quite literally her very life depended on getting this old man off as best she could. If she pleased him she was certain he would be much less likely to murder her in cold blood. 

Taking him deep, trying not to gag she caressed his shaft with her lips and pushed her tongue as far down to the base of his cock as she could, she wanted him to feel as much of her mouth as possible. 

He held onto her arms where they twisted past her head and used them to pull her mouth back down over his cock. Then he would push her away and start over. 

Rachel tried to relax her shoulders as much as possible to allow for the swinging motion in such an awkward position, but there was only so much she could do. Pain flared along her arms and in her neck as she struggled in the twisted posture.

Over and over the old man thrust himself into her throat, his ragged breathing growing hoarse. His warm member filled her mouth and she slurped on him greedily, hoping to just blow him and end this torment. 

But she knew it wouldn't end so easily, and that was probably for the best. 

He pulled out and pressed his spit soaked shaft to her face and ordered her to lick his balls. Lapping at the hanging sack he presented her with, she suckled his testes and bathed his balls adoringly.

"Yeah. Suck my balls you slut. You want what's in there? Hmmm? You want my hot cum you little whore?" Ignoring his ugly murmurs as much as she dared Rachel lavished this foul old man with far more ardor than he had earned from her. She wanted him to feel like a king, but inside she despised him and his violent thugs. 

Then after a few more moments of foul whisperings and more cock sucking he moved away and went around behind her. 

Positioning himself between her wide open buttocks he eased his prick into her slick folds and began to fuck her the same way he had fucked her mouth. Hard and fast. 

Gripping her welted ass he drove into her painfully and she whimpered. Trying to make it sound wholly like a sound of pleasure she forced herself to accept his invasion, opening her deepest part to his stabbing member. 

Now as he hammered into her his hands roamed over her belt slashed back and buttocks making her wince with pain. Using the fierce sting to goad her she shoved back hard onto his incoming cock and fucked him back as hard as she fucked her. 

"God this slut is an animal. She fucks like a bitch in heat. Are you getting all this Gino?"

"Oh yeah boss. I got it all."

Twisting around as far as she could to peer past her own arm Rachel saw that one of the goons, the one from the back door was filming everything with a small digital camera. Her heart sunk as once more she saw that she was being captured on film. She certainly didn't trust this asshole to keep this as a private film. 

Gino was between her and the driver so no-one would see the beaten man in the background. No one would know she was being coerced into doing these things with this evil old man. It would just look like one more porno with a woman being paid to humiliate herself. 

Her despair broke her concentration and she hesitated while fucking the old man.

"Oh my poor dear, didn't you know I was filming all of this? You are going to be a star. I own a website. All your wonderful films are going on my site. I have to make up the lost revenue that Goldberg stole from me somehow." 

In spite of everything, her shame and mortification swamped her and Rachel began to weep. Even as the old man drove himself into her wet core she felt herself shrivel up and die a little inside. 

"Poor baby girl. Let me take your mind off your impending stardom. And give our future viewers more to wank to." 

Still fucking her, the old man began to spank her with the belt once more. He slapped her across the back and buttocks with it and then let it snake around and slap against her dangling breasts. 

The pain was terrible, but not as bad as before. He was too close to her to swing it hard. Yet her skin was already raw and abused so each stroke of leather hurt more than the last. 

Luckily it didn't last long. Soon the old man stopped whipping her and once more began to fuck her in earnest, driving into her tender slot with intent. 

Then abruptly he pulled out and staggered around her and aimed his cock at her mouth.

"Open up." Obediently Rachel opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue and he jerked off rubbing his head on the wet appendage she offered. Right on his heels Gino arrived with the camera close in to capture her defilement.

In a moment the old man's sperm oozed out of his prick and drizzled over her outstretched tongue. Letting it messily dribble off her pink tongue and onto her chin Rachel did her best to look the part of a cum hungry whore happily receiving her reward. 

She was happy in a way. The old man seemed to be cumming from the deepest recesses of his body. It went on and on and he grunted and groaned painfully as he spilled himself over her mouth. His orgasm went on a long time, but very little jism came out, yet she made it seem as though each precious drop was ambrosia to her. 

Licking her lips and smacking her mouth she savored him for the camera and suckled his knob slurping up every drop of his seed greedily. 

The taste was foul and she nearly gagged, but she forced herself to swallow all of it and show her empty mouth to Gino and his looming camera. 

At last the old man stepped back and sighed. "Oh that was good. Well done Rachel. Nick get me a chair. Gino give me the camera and then you boys have a go."

Obeying his command the men scuttled around while Rachel tried to prepare herself for more. Her body was sore and abused, but she knew much more was coming. She did some deep breathing exercises and tried as best she could to relax as her limbs were pulled every direction by the painful straps. 




Call Girl



Before she felt totally ready the two big men approached, both having removed their pants completely, their hard cocks aiming at her vulnerable openings. 

Nick the talkative one from her condo positioned himself at her head and shoved himself into her mouth without ceremony. 

Sucking him in she began to lavish him with attention the same way she had the old man. While she gobbled his thick knob Gino filled her pussy with meat and began to fuck her from behind. 

Stuffed full of two big cocks Rachel struggled to focus on what she was doing to Nick. Gino could use her pussy without her attention, but Nick would choke her, or even grow bored if she let her attention wander too far, so she focused on his warm hard shaft in her mouth and worked her tongue all over his prick. 

Both men slapped her and pinched her wherever their hands could reach. Her face, her buttocks, her back, tits, thighs, arms and belly. They abused her far more than the old man had, making her scream with pain whenever they could. 

Gino wiggled a finger into her anus and stretched her tender sphincter. He pinched her clit hard and made her cry out around Nicks driving pole. Nick reached down and pulled on her nipples and pinched them hard between powerful fingers. She howled and cried out, all while being fucked hard at both ends. 

And all the while she dove deeper and deeper into the mind-set of a person who enjoyed pain. She tried to convert their torments into something sexy and intimate. It was the most difficult challenge she had ever faced in her life, but she did it. She grew more and more aroused by their punishments, getting wetter and wetter and then before she knew it she was having an orgasm.

When she began to climax she started to yowl like an animal and, as her body shook and quivered with passion, she squeezed the cock in her tight cunt milking it for sperm instinctually. 

Her cried were muffled and constrained by the thick shaft wedged in her mouth but her wailing echoed around the warehouse anyway.

Suffocating in her extremity Rachel came and came as her airway was blocked with Nick's cock, her body panicking and somehow still climaxing. 

Both men pinched her tender nipples and clit hard as she went off in a series of endless orgasms. Her vision sparked with bright dots of colour as her brain became starved for oxygen while she was stuffed full at both ends. 

And still she climaxed. 

The men using her spoke to each other and she finally stopped cumming when they both pulled out and switched positions. 

Gasping for air when her mouth was finally empty Rachel sucked in precious lungful's of oxygen and spat out thick ropes of her own saliva that were threatening to choke her. 

Then Gino's cock, smeared with her own juices was shoved into her still gasping mouth and once more she could only breathe through her nose. 

She dimly felt Nick rubbing his cock all around her pussy, brushing her tingling clit making her jump. Then he shoved into her quavering core and she felt another wave of rapture threaten to overtake her. 

Struggling to maintain her sanity she fought this round of orgasms. She needed to lower her heart rate and control her breathing. But Gino filled her throat and hammered into her mouth violently, gagging her. 

Then after a moment of fucking her dripping cunt Nick pulled out and she felt him spit on her asshole. She knew he was going to fuck her there and she groaned inwardly at the thought. 

When the spongy head of his cock began to spread her tight ring she tried desperately to loosen her tight muscles, but she was in pain from multiple whippings, from being twisted as she hung suspended from straps in an awkward position she had been in far too long, and her air starved lungs were screaming to be filled with much needed oxygen. She had no more focus to relax. 

When Nick's cockhead popped past her tight sphincter it hurt like crazy and she screamed once more. And humiliatingly she began to climax once more. 

Used, debased and degraded she felt depraved as she took pleasure in her own unwilling disgrace. She had done such acts before, but never without her consent, and the violation felt profound. The willful betrayal of her body, the choice to twist the inside of her mind to take pleasure from this horrible event in order to stay alive was the greatest transgression she had ever experienced. 

Every moment of desire, and fulfillment she took from this vulgar molestation wounded her pride more deeply than she had ever felt before. 

And yet she climaxed over and over, her body taking savage gratification from being used by these men. 

In her deepest heart she wanted them to cum in her, on her , to drown her in a sea of sperm simply to end her torture and allow her to live another day. If they didn't take their pleasure now, they would very likely kill her. 

As she shook with the extremity of her passionate display Rachel strained to find any comfort for either her body or her spirit, but both were elusive as two violent, aggressive men used her body as a vessel for their lust. 

Just as she felt she could no longer continue without going insane Nick pulled harshly out of her sore asshole and told Gino to move. Gino pulled out of Rachel's mouth and went behind her. As Gino fitted himself into her wide-stretched ass Nick stuffed his cock into her mouth and ordered her to suck. 

She slurped and strained to swallow his member, soiled as it was from her bum. It gagged her, and luckily he began to cum before she was sick. 

Pulling from her mouth Nick began to jack off over her face and sprayed her with jizz as the old man stood and brought the camera closer. 

Acting for the old man, Rachel moaned and sighed and generally behaved like a porn actress, gratified to be coated in sperm. In a way she was. It meant her rape might soon be over. 

When at last Nick had finished glazing her features with his spooge she tried to focus on getting Gino to cum by squeezing her ass around him and milking his pole.

It worked, or he was already close, because a mere moment after Nick came Gino pulled out of her ass and came to deposit his load over her face as well. 

Cum splashed out onto her nose, lips, cheek and got into her eyes. Gino and nick both had substantial loads and when Gino finished her face was a mask of glistening oozing spunk. 

Taking his time the old man filmed the sperm as it dribbled down her face, and inspired to keep up the façade of enjoying this, Rachel began to lick the cum from her lips, seeking to taste as much of it as she could while he closed in on her cum covered countenance.

Cum always tasted odd to her, but pleasant, and she found even in this horrifying circumstance that as she pretended to have enjoyed what just happened to her, she trembled and juddered with mini-orgasms as she salaciously licked as much of the sperm from her face as she could reach. 

Then the old man moved away.

"Let her down."

Gino and Nick released her legs first and as soon as she could she brought her feet underneath herself and shakily stood to relieve her wrists and hands which were in agony. 

When they lowered her arms her shoulders began to scream at her as well, her muscles clearly strained from the angle she had dangled in for so long. Tears mingled with ejaculate on her face as pain washed over her. 

As soon as she was free Rachel collapsed to the floor and quivered with exhaustion and fear. Her body was utterly spent from long orgasms, terror and the physical stress of being fucked so hard, and so long in such an uncomfortable position. 

Uncaring she curled up into a ball and lay on the cold concrete floor and tried not to give in to the heart-sore screaming she felt growing in her throat.

Rachel heard the meaty slap of the driver falling to the ground as he was released. The dull hollow thud as part of him, likely his head, hit the cement made her want to vomit. Was he unconscious, or merely dead?

She heard the men drag the driver away and listened closely for a groan, or gasp or any noise to indicate he lived. 

She heard nothing. 

"I know you are holding something back, Rachel."

The old man's voice, so close to her, made her jump. She hadn't realized he was standing right over her; she had been listening to the other men moving further away.

Tilting her aching neck she found him with her eyes as he stood looming over her, the camera still in hand, but dangling, turned off. 

"I don't know what it is." He mused to himself. "But it's something."

Rachel realized he was considering killing her just to be safe. Her mind raced, looking for a way out of this ordeal.

'I'm just a call girl." She whimpered pathetically. Even to her own ears she sounded like a lost, helpless child.

"Just a call girl." He repeated, lost in thought.

Something in the dismissal of her, the tone of voice he used that showed his utter lack of concern that she was a human being brought out the rage and desperation in her and Rachel moved before she even knew she was intending to. 

Using her legs she did a sweep and knocked the old man to the floor. Using the surprise she scrambled to where the stunned old man had fallen and she wrapped her hands around his neck from behind. Her wrists were still bound with the zap strap and she nestled the plastic bonds right over his windpipe and pulled backward hard. 

Her shoulders complained painfully as she heaved backward strangling the old man. Bracing both knees into the middle of his back she lay beside him and with all her might choked the life from that poisonous old beast.

He fought back, but her sudden explosion of activity had caught him so off guard that she had locked into a perfect hold before he knew he was in danger. 

As her arms grew weaker Rachel stretched out her legs and used their greater strength to pull his neck further and further back as she bowed his back. 

The sound when his windpipe broke seemed to echo through the space and even though his struggles increased then, Rachel knew she had won and she disengaged from him as he thrashed wildly, making weird whooping noises as he tried desperately to pull air into lungs no longer fully connected to the world outside.

Now the hardest part. Getting out of here when she didn't even know where she was. 

Looking around the room for the first time she saw that it was a full, and well used warehouse. Overwhelmed by options she looked down closer to herself to see what lay to hand. 

The box cutter offered her immediate release and safety so she grabbed it and awkwardly cut the ties from her wrists. By the time she finished that the old man was dead. 

She went to him and sliced his face to make sure. He didn't move and the blood that trickled out was sluggish, no heart pumping more to fill the wound. 

She went through his pockets to see if there was anything of use in them. She found a ring of keys with a lot of keys on it. She set them aside. He had a money clip with a big bundle of hundreds she took, and cell phone which she also took, just in case.  

So far the box cutter was the most useful item she had.

Looking a few feet out, scanning for inspiration she saw the Driver's shirt and jacket. Rushing over she grabbed both, but just as she did she heard a distant door open and swing shut as one or both of the goons returned. 

Rachel randomly picked a direction and ran into the stacks of boxes nearby. She looked around and sprinted down an aisle of shelves which ran deeper into the warehouse. Padding silently on bare feet she put as much distance as her overtaxed body could between her and the dead man.

She got to a series of offices with glass windows but no lights on. She could run left or right or try the offices. Opting for left because it moved her further from where the goons were coming from she carefully tried doorknobs as she jogged.

They were locked. 

Then she heard a voice cry out, "Boss!" and then the sound of the thugs rushing to him. It sounded too close for comfort. She thought they would find her immediately. 

Running faster along the line of doors she saw ahead of herself a corner with two choices. One way went back out into the warehouse, the other was a hallway that went under a lower, normal height roof. 

Picking up speed she rushed, as silently as she could to reach the corner and when she did she took a right under the low roof. This was a short hallway with more doors. She ran to the far end of the doors and tried the knobs on the last three doors that each met at the end of the hall.

Locked. 

Rachel took a deep breath and tried to think clearly and not panic.

Listening she heard the thugs yelling, but couldn't make out what they were saying. 

Looking down at all the things in her hands she decided to try the keys she had taken. She gave herself the option of trying three keys before she moved on. Three keys for three doors. 

The first key she tried from the ring didn't even fit in any of the locks. 

She made herself really look at the keys and the locks and try and figure out which keys might be likely candidates. 

Trembling with fear and exertion she had to use both hands to try the second key. It didn't work in any lock either. 

The third and final key she was willing to spend precious seconds trying fit into the first door and turned. 

The door she tried had been the one at the very end of the hallway. The direction she most wanted to go. Father from the men. 

When the key turned and the lock opened she gasped. Disbelieving it had worked she turned the knob slowly, cautiously and when it moved she swung the door open and stepped inside, closing it quickly behind herself. 

She carefully latched it closed and fumbled around the handle for the lock and then she relocked the door. 

It was pitch black in here and she debated turning on the light. 

Feeling for a switch she decided no light was more dangerous than light at this point. The light revealed the room to be an employee coffee room. Another door on the far side led someplace else. It had a small mesh covered window in it that revealed it was more than a closet door.

Rachel went over and unlocked the door and peered through. A hall went left and right, but immediately to her left she saw an open front reception area. And through some big wall sized windows she saw freedom. 

Switching off the light in the break room she took the time to lock the door behind herself using the same key she still held clenched in her fingers. 

Some primal need to cover her nudity made her don the shirt and jacket she had picked up. Just that bit of cover made her feel infinitely more secure. 

Stuffing the pockets with her stolen items she moved to the front door to the building and twisted the lock and stepped outside into the cool night air. 

One more cautious rummage through the key ring and she picked the largest key to fit into the lock and it slid home. She locked the glass door behind herself and then began to run once more. 

The front of the warehouse was a parking area with small manicured grass areas. Bright lights overhead lit her way as she ran as fast as her legs would go across the pavement and out into the night.

One last instinct told her to look back and she saw that the area was deserted. She had escaped. 

It took her three blocks of running before she not only felt she could slow down, but also before she recognized where she was in her city. 

As soon as she saw a familiar landmark she knew she was closer to her condo than to her apartment. The goons knew where the condo was, but she had to risk being caught, if only to get the few necessary items she needed for the next step in her unfolding plan.

Her feet were aching, her body stiffening, and her lungs burning by the time she jogged the last mile to her condo. She approached cautiously, taking her time, assuming that Nick and Gino would be there waiting for her. 

She scrambled over the fence to her common area in back, after waiting what felt like too long to see if anyone was in her home, or sitting watching it. 

It was hard getting moving once more after sitting for long minutes, but her life depended on it so she had forced her aching body into motion. 

When she opened her door the smell of Madeleine's home filled her with hope and a sense of safety. Not letting herself be lulled, Rachel listened carefully to hear if anything seemed out of place. 

It seemed as though the condo was empty so she ran to her bedroom and gathered a few pre-chosen items. All the way here she had reviewed what she would take with her. A litany that she chanted in a regular rhythm as her feet hit the ground. Over and over she reassessed discarding and adding items during the whole run. 

She moved efficiently, knowing where everything was and she had a small backpack stuffed with documents and a few pieces of disguise. 

Slipping out the back once more she went over the fence and faded into the night. Circling around the found her car, Madeleine's car to be unobserved. She hopped in and drove away.

When she made it back to her apartment Rachel finally allowed herself to relax. The first thing she wanted was a shower. As she washed the smell of terror, and three loads of cum from her body she allowed her mind to finally encompass all that she had endured. 

As grief and fear and exhaustion battled for supremacy Rachel stood trembling in the steaming stream of hot water and wept. 

When the water ran cold she turned it off, set her alarm for three hours and fell into a fitful nightmare filled sleep.

Her plan was audacious, but she felt as though she had no choice. She dressed and went to work at the bank. 

It took a long time to find any clothes that covered her horribly bruised wrists. She needed to take an handful of ibuprofen to feel as though she could properly walk. Her whole body ached. 

Getting to work immediately she divided her whirling mind onto two tasks. First she had to help the customers who came to her wicket, but whenever she had a free moment she began moving her assets to Madeleine's accounts.. 

Taking every dollar she could she transferred the money into Madeline's name and then using Madeleine's name Rachel begin booking flights and cars and planning her escape. 

Jittery, with a sense of impending doom, Rachel glanced up continually expecting to see the police or the goons looming over her, or rushing in guns drawn. She twitched and started as high strung as a bow string. 

When she finished her personal business in fits and starts she couldn't help but to begin wondering why she had fallen into the middle of all this? How could being a call girl have put her here? What had Dan done to point her way?

How had her card been on his body? What did that mean? How long had he known about her identity as Rachel Adams? Why hadn't he told her he knew? 

Then it occurred to her that he must have known for a long time. He wouldn't want to risk sleeping with some drug addled hooker, he was far too careful for that. If he knew for a long time why did he have her card on his body? And if he had her card he would have been in her bank. Right in here. 

In a flash of inspiration Rachel did a search on Dan's name to see if he had any accounts in this bank. 

He did with her bank institute but not her branch. 

Then she did an almost automatic search of her own name, just on a whim. All the accounts she expected came up, but there was one too many. 

There under her name was a safety deposit box she had never opened. It had been set up two months ago, and last used three days ago. 

Rachel's' hands began to shake when she saw that. This must be what everyone is looking for. 

Rachel knew where the keys to the deposit boxes were kept, but she wasn't sure she could get in there to find hers without being caught. 




Call Girl



On a mid-morning break she approached her manager. 

"Gail, I have a favour to ask. I lost my key to my deposit box, but I need in there today. I have a friend's wedding rings in there and she has a rehearsal tonight."

"Oh. Wow. Okay let me look." Gail brought up the account and saw that everything was up to date. She knew Rachel so after checking that Rachel's middle name matched the one on file she pulled out the keys to Rachel's box and the two went to the room where the deposit boxes were kept. They used the two keys to open the door and then Gail left her alone for a moment. 

Rachel nervously put the box on the table provided and opened it. 

Inside was a ledger sitting on top of a pair cloth bags. Rachel opened the ledger and saw a series of coded entries. She knew from years at a bank that these were deposits and withdrawals, but who was getting what was impossible to decipher. 

The numbers were huge however. Millions of dollars moving back and forth and accumulating in a couple very large accounts. Someone would want this back very badly. 

Setting it aside she pulled out one of the cloth bags. It was heavy and the objects inside shifted as she opened the bag. 

Reaching inside she felt familiar bundles. Pulling her hand out she found it held a pair of clean, new bundles of cash, a glance showed her she held two piles of hundreds. That meant she was holding twenty thousand dollars if these were bundled by hundreds like the bank did. They looked just the same. 

She knew she didn't have time to count it all, but at a guess , if all the bundles were hundreds, and a quick rummage through the bag showed her only hundreds, then there might be a few hundred thousand dollars in here. 

She stuffed the ledger into one of the bags and put the now empty box back and closed the door. She went back to work stunned and feeling numb. 

All morning she slowly, carefully pulled bundles out of the bags one at a time and bit by bit deposited the money into Madeleine's accounts. The first bag contained 12 straps of hundreds.

The second bag had contained bundles of thousands. Twelve straps of thousands.

The whole amount was $1320,000. It took all morning to get it into the system and into Madeleine's accounts. 

At lunch she took everything she wanted from the bank, which wasn't much, she now had over a million and a half dollars in her bank accounts, and she walked out never to return.

An anonymous phone call told the handsome detective where to find the ledger, hidden at her least favourite co-worker's station in the bank. Maybe they could do something with it. She would never know. 

A month later she lay tanning on a beach in Fiji. She had arrived a few days ago. Laying nude in the sun on her private beach, luxuriating in the warm sun and cool ocean breeze Madeleine Delaine, the wealthy socialite from America was enjoying an extended vacation. 

Madeleine had flown from home to Texas. Then Rachel had rented a car and driven into Mexico. Rachel had driven along the west coast for a few days then rented a boat. 

Madeleine had landed in Costa Rica and stayed a couple days shopping and enjoying some night life. Then she had rented a boat and sailed away. 

Rachel had landed in Panama and then flown to Peru. 

Both ladies had enjoyed a little time there exploring the ancient ruins and local flavour.

And finally Madeleine had flown to Fiji. 

Rachel had no idea if anyone was looking for her, or how much her trail would confuse them. She used cash every chance she had, but she needed banks once in a while. She only used Madeleine's banking because as far as she knew no-one knew anything about that name. 

At any rate she had almost forgotten she was a fugitive of sorts. Laying utterly nude on the tiny secluded private beach of the house she had rented pushed all those thoughts of home and fear far from her mind. 

The man licking her pussy was also very distracting as well. 

A local man she had met at a small bar, he had offered to help clean up the yard around the house and one thing had led to another and he was now her lover. 

His mouth caressed her nether lips and his tongue teased her clit bringing her so close to orgasm that her brain drifted from her twisted path here and focused on the pleasure blooming down below. 

And so, her life utterly uprooted, and forever altered by her experiences Rachel lay back in the bright sunshine as her pussy was pleasured by a man she hardly knew, who spoke a language she couldn't speak and she climaxed powerfully and profoundly. 

With more money than she could spend and a desire to see the world Rachel was on an adventure she had no intention of ending any time soon.



Call Girl Faces Gang Party



I am 21 year old Lauren Wright. I go by the name Lacey. I am a 5'4 blond hair, green eyed attractive white girl from a normal middle class suburban family. I finds myself embroiled in the life of prostitution. I always attracted black men to me because of my cute little body with a round bubble but and nicely shaped C sized breasts. Likewise, I found myself attracted only to them. No other race could move and feel like a black man does during sex. But that good loving came with a price tag- the gangster lifestyle, to which I was wholly unaccustomed. As such, I was naïve and quickly found myself in compromising situations and constantly being taken advantage of. Eventually, I really hooked up with the wrong man- a "Romeo" pimp who posed as my boyfriend but slowly and methodically took me down the sex trade path. Before I even knew what had happened, I found myself to be Derek's sex slave and he indiscriminately sold me to the highest bidder.

I was Derek's cash cow and he had found his niche- selling me to gang parties. I knew tonight would be especially bad. This group of gangsters were drunk, rowdy, and nasty. They had me spread eagle on the kitchen table amongst cups of spilled beer, cigarettes, and left over dominoes- one of which kept sticking into my back with each pound into me. Through my drug haze, I convolutedly pondered how a girl like me ended up in this dirty ghetto kitchen being banged by gangster after gangster. I started to hurt early into night with so many black guys going through me with their big horse cocks. They were everywhere all at the same time, my mouth, sucking on both tits, one in the front, and someone always up my ass either with their dick, fingers, and even bottles. 

They were rough, but one man in particular wanted to inflict pain. Unlike the others who just wanted to cum, he took pleasure in seeing me hurt. He had started out on my nipples- sucking really hard and biting them. He made them red and tender so that it hurt each time someone new moved in. He liked that. I saw him watch as I withered when each new banger took his turn on my tender breasts. Then he moved to my mouth. First he stuck his fist down my throat- choking me. Then he put his cock in there and he banged my throat, gagging me over and over again until one of the guys stopped him because my body was jerking too much and apparently interfering with his movement in me. 

I saw the pain inflictor grab a Tequila bottle from the table and I thought, "Oh thank gosh, he's done and is going to go get drunk and pass out!" 

I was sorely mistaken (pun intended). The bottle ripped right up my ass. He pushed the other guy out of me who then quickly moved to my mouth and the pain inflictor entered me. He pounded away at my vagina with his big penis but what he was really interested in was that bottle, holding it in his hand and shoving it again and again into my ass with the rhythm of his fucking. He started a trend, because there that bottle stayed for the rest of night being repeatedly shoved in and out of my butt. 

It wasn't until I started to bleed that my pimp finally intervened and told them no more ass for the night. The men laughed but obeyed. The pain of the bottle had pulled me out of my high, but now that it was out, I tried to slip back into semi unconsciousness until everyone was finished with me. These guys seemed to make a ritual of cumming on my face. It was getting in my eyes and all over my hair. Some of them would cum in my mouth and make me swallow it by plugging my nose. Finally, it seemed everyone in the party had been through me, but as they partied on they made me continue to lie there naked on the kitchen table for another hour or so. It was as if I was a trophy of their accomplishment or dead game after a successful hunt. As I laid there, I just hoped this was my last job of the evening.

Derek, eventually scraped me off of that kitchen table, and I limped out of the house. The men very obviously enjoyed seeing me sore and struggling to walk- as if they had done something quite special. 

As Derek and I made it to the car, he helped me in and said, "We just have one more stop. It's a friend of mine. It shouldn't take long and he's paying good." 

Tears welled up in my eyes. "No Derek, please... I can't," I whimpered. 

I felt the sting of his hand hit hard across my face. 

"Don't ever say you can't! I'm going to take you home and you'll get cleaned up and we'll make this one last quick stop. Damn I love you girl, why you gotta make things hard? You know we need this money to survive..." His voice just faded out as he continued to chatter away in pimp mode. 

I went numb. This is my life.



Call Girl Gets First Time Lesbian



Emma Norris shut the door on her latest client with a heavy sigh. He was one of those with a full on fetish, and his was for PVC! The suit she was in was so tight, she had practically had to sew herself into it. But, just as she was finally trying to squirm her way out of the suit, her mobile rang.

"Hello," she said, answering it with the only hand that had been pulled free from the suit.

"Emma, it's Rachel," the female voice over the phone said. "Are you free in an hour?"

Emma rolled her eyes, picturing Rachel over the other end of the phone. She could see her sat at her office desk, her legs crossed over each other and watching lustfully out at the young and hot new male assistant she had just hired. She would, no doubt, be wearing something that was both reveal, yet tasteful, something Rachel was very good at pulling off. She was beautiful enough, especially for a woman who was well into her 40's.

Rachel was Emma's boss at the agency she worked for. She couldn't really call her a pimp, because it wasn't like Emma stood on the street corners begging for work. She wasn't a prostitute, she was a call girl. There was a difference.

Emma thought of herself as more of a high class hooker, one who was good enough to decide both price and client. She had her very own regulars and rarely got herself new clients, even though her profile was still up on the agency website for any new browser to see. So Rachel calling now, asking Emma if she was free in an hour, had to mean that a client she wanted to keep happy had called in.

"Yeah, I am, Rach," Emma replied. "What do you want?"

"One of the high paying regulars just called, a Stella Cartwright," Rachel continued. "Apparently, she's making some changes in her life, one of those being her sexual orientation. She's been looking through the bisexual pages and has taken a liking to you, and has asked for an appointment in an hour. You up for a new client."

That was another thing about Emma. She was bisexual, had been pretty much most of her life. At 25 now, she had been with just as many women as she had men, and sometimes had to admit that she actually preferred sex with woman.

"Yeah, Rachel, sure I'll take her. Just pass on the address and I'll be ready for her in an hour."

She would be more than happy to show this girl the ropes, as they say.

~*~*~*~*

Almost an hour later, Emma was changed and ready to welcome her new house guest. She stood in front of the long mirror, looking over her new appearance. This girl was a new client and new with girls, so she had no idea the kind of things she liked, which meant she had dressed herself in a somewhat form fitting red dress that was comfy but easy to undo. Her long, honey coloured hair flowed down her back freely, stopping just short of her waist. She had applied a light tint of make-up, focusing on her eyes which she believed were her best feature. Her chocolate brown eyes were dusted with brown eye shadowed, her eyelashes coated in mascara, and finished with an outline of black eyeliner. Her skin, naturally pale, stood out stark against the deep red of the dress.

Emma smiled slightly at her reflection. All in all, she was happy with herself, and with her life. She didn't think she was stunning, or even beautiful in anyway, but she knew she could turn heads, make men hard and women wet if she used her body right. She was even happy in her career. It was not like she had grown up with aspiration to be a call girl, but now she was here, she wasn't gonna complain. She enjoyed sex, and she got paid to do it. Really, what was there to complain about?

The knock on the door drew Emma back to the here and now. It was a gently knock, barely even audible. Whoever was on the other side was clearly nervous about what was behind that door.

Walking through her apartment with the natural inborn confidence Emma had, she opened the door to her new client, smiling slightly at what she saw.

The girl on this side of the door was truly beautiful. She stood just a little shorter than Emma, also wearing a dress, only this one was more flowing then fitting, and very flowery. She had blonde hair that was pulled up to the top of her head so Emma couldn't tell how long it was. Her skin was slightly tanned, she had naturally pink lips that could only be described as bee-stung, and stunning blue eyes. If she was gonna teach any woman the beauty of girl-on-girl love, Emma could not have asked for a more truly magnificent student. She could clearly see though, with the way this girl avoided eye contact and wrung unconsciously at her hands that she was nervous about what was going to happen once she stepped through that door.

"Hello, Stella," Emma said with a gently smile, holding the door open for her to come in. "Why don't you come inside."

"Thank you," Stella said in a soft voice, stepping into the apartment and just standing there, looking nervous, as Emma closed the door behind her.

"Why don't you have a seat on the couch, make yourself more comfortable," Emma suggested, and Stella immediately did just that. "Would you like something to drink, maybe a glass of wine?"

"White wine, if that is ok?"

Emma gave Stella another gentle smile before heading into her small kitchen. In the years she had been doing this, she had learnt to stock up on pretty much any kind of alcohol she could get her hands on. Alcohol was a wonderful way to loosen people up, and you never know what kind of alcohol your client was going to like.

Pouring two glasses of white wine, Emma went back into the main room to see Stella still sat in the same position. She handed her one of the glasses and took a seat beside her, watching as she nervously took a sip, holding onto the glass as if for support.

"Stella," Emma said, taking the glass from her and placing it next to hers on the table. "If you don't mind me saying, you seem nervous about this whole deal. Why did you choose to be with a woman suddenly after regular service with men?"

"I've got this friend," Stella began, talking more than she had all night. "I've known her for years and she recently turned round and told me she's gay. When I asked her why, she said she was sick of the way she was treated by men and decided to do something about it. Now, I've been curious about... lesbians and that for a while, and she got me thinking about all my shitty relationships. And I wanted to... well... see the other side for myself."

"So why come to me?" Emma asked. "Why come to an agency when you could meet someone yourself, or even go to your friend?"

"I've never been with a woman, this is my first time, and I... I.... Well... I didn't want someone who would laugh at me."

Stella turned her gaze away again, and Emma felt her heart expand slightly for this sweet, innocent, vulnerable girl beside her. Lifting her hand, Emma gently turned Stella's face so she was looking at her, brown and blue eyes locking onto each other.

"I would never dream of laughing at you, Stella," Emma told her. "And I promise you I will not do anything you don't want. So are you sure you want to go through with this?" In answer, Stella just nodded, this time not pulling away from Emma's gaze.

"Ok. In that case, we start slow."

Making the first move of the night, Emma leaned in closer to Stella, her lips pressing softly against hers. It was only a small kiss that lasted about the length of a yawn, but it was all that was needed for a start. Pulling back, Emma saw Stella still had her eyes closed and smiled slightly.

"Whenever you feel things are going to fast, just tell me to stop and I will," Emma told her before leaning in again.

This time, the kiss was a little more passionate, insistent. Emma stroked her tongue across Stella's closed lips, seeking entry that Stella gave. For a moment, their tongues duelled, massaging against each other until they found the perfect rhythm together. With the deeper kiss, Emma felt Stella getting a little more confident, her arms coming up to wrap round Emma's shoulders as she held herself close to her.

As she kissed her, Emma reached up to pull Stella's hair loose from the clip that was holding it up, watching as the silky blonde strands fell to just below her shoulders, curling softly at the ends.

"Was that the kind of thing you wanted?" Emma asked as she pulled back slightly from Stella.

"Definitely," Stella said breathlessly, nodding enthusiastically.

"So I guess I should keep going then," Emma said, her lips now making a trail down Stella's neck, occasionally nibbling slightly on her soft skin, pleased at the soft moans she heard coming from above her. Her hands again reaching out, Emma found the zip on the back of Stella's dress, pulling it down without any resistance from Stella. Still keeping Stella distracted with her lips against her neck, Emma slid the dress off Stella's skin, letting it pool round her waist where she was sat.

"Lift your hips for me, baby," Emma whispered in Stella's ear as she nibbled gently on her earlobe. Without hesitation, Stella did just that, lifting her hips from the couch to let Emma pull the dress off her body completely. Emma lifted her head to look at the woman below her, who she now saw had a fantastic body too. Perfect rounded breasts that had to be a C cup, a flat toned stomach, and gorgeous long legs that went on and on. Too bad the white lace underwear she was wearing was getting in the way of the things she really wanted to see on this girl.

"You're beautiful, you know," Emma told her, placing a kiss on the top of each breast, just where the cup line of her bra ended.

"I really wanna do this," Stella told her, her voice still breathless and her eyes still closed. "And I really wanna see you. All of you."

"Go ahead, gorgeous," Emma told her, taking Stella's hand and wrapping it round her back to where her zip of her dress was. She felt her hands shake slightly as she pulled the zip down, but she still did it, Emma automatically lifting her own hips to let the dress land on the floor beside Stella's. Emma watched Stella as she looked down at her body, at her own rounded 34D breast, gym induced stomach and limbs that weren't half as long as Stella's, her other body parts barely hidden by her red lace half-cup bra and thong.

"Oh my God, you're amazing," Stella said, still staring down at Emma.

"Thank you," Emma said, standing from the couch and holding her hand out to Stella. "Come with me, baby." Stella, her eyes now holding Emma's again, took her hand and let her pull her to her feet and into the bedroom, gently placing her on the bed.

"I want you to lay back, honey, and let me make you feel good, ok," Emma told her, pushing softly at her shoulders to get her to lie down as she straddled her hips. "Like I said, if I ever do anything you're not ready for or you don't want, just tell me to stop and I will. But until then, just let me take control." Stella nodded her head, giving Emma silent permission to continue.

Emma leant down to kiss her once again, Stella immediately opening her mouth to allow her to deepen the kiss. As she did, she slid her arms beneath and around the woman under her, quickly unhooking her bra and throwing it over her shoulder. She moved her lips, allowing them to slowly travel down Stella's throat, jaw and chest until she got to her destination; Stella's perfect breasts. She was right, definitely a C cup, with just the right sized pink coloured nipples that were already beginning to harden in the cold air.

The second Emma's lips closed round one of Stella's nipples, the other encased by her hand, what had seconds ago been heavy breathing from Stella now turned into a series of light moans, her head pressed back against the pillows. For a moment, Emma happily nursed on Stella's breasts, bringing each nipple to a hard peak before moving to the other one, her hand taking the place of her mouth as she pinched at the stiff nipple. Once both her nipples stood to attention, making the areoles a slightly darker shade of pink as blood rushed to them, Emma let her lips continue their path across Stella's body, heading lower towards her still covered pussy and making sure to not let a single inch of skin go untouched by her mouth.

Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of Stella's white lace panties, Emma held eye contact with Stella as she slowly pulled them from her body, giving Stella time to get used to what was happening. Stella, however, simply lifted her hips to help Emma, kicking her panties away from her when they reached her feet. Tearing her gaze away from those beautiful baby blues of Stella's, Emma instead looked down at the woman's pussy which was now exposed to her. It was trimmed neatly, just a small triangle of blonde fur covering her outer pussy lips. Gently spreading her legs apart, Emma watched as Stella's pussy opened up for her, revealing the pink fold of her inner pussy lips that were glistening with moisture. Stood to a point at the top, Stella's clit was already protruding from its hood, showing Emma just how aroused Stella was.

At the sight of this beautiful Goddess of a woman lay open and ready in front of her, her eyes closed and lips parted as she breathed heavily, waiting, Emma felt a rush of liquid pool between her own legs.

But for now, she wanted to take things slow, give this perfect girl one hell of a first time!

Starting at the her left knee, Emma began placing gentle kisses up Stella's leg, right up to the junction between her thigh and her pussy. But instead of going for the overall goal, Emma skipped right over her initial destination, moving over to her other leg and kissing down to her right knee. She moved slowly up again, alternating between which thigh she was gonna kiss, but again missed what Stella's heavy breathing and moans were telling her she really wanted and instead let her lips and tongue trail over her hips, smiling against the flawless skin as Stella's moans grew more desperate and her hips started moving of their own accord.

"Please...." Stella moaned from above Emma.

"Please, what?" Emma asked with a devilish smile.

"Oh God... I need... I need you to...." Stella continued to moan. 

"What do you need me to do, Stella," Emma asked. All she got was heavy breathing in return. That smile still on her lips, Emma moved back up Stella's body until her mouth was in line with her ear, her hand cupping Stella's warm pussy. "Tell me what you need, and I'll do it."

"I need you... I...." Again, another lot of heavy breathing before Stella finally gave in and said what she wanted.

"I need you to make me come. Lick me, lick my... lick my pussy."

"Whatever you want."

Emma lowered herself down to between Stella's legs, immediately doing what she asked.

Starting from the bottom of her slit, Emma stroked her tongue up, stopping with a quick flick across Stella's erect clit. This earned her a heavy moan from Stella and a definite buck of her hips, so she did it again... and again... and again. She licked right up and down Stella's pussy, loving the sounds of her moaning and the feel of her getting wetter and wetter, and loving even more the sweet taste of Stella's pussy juice. 

With this having gotten the reaction she wanted, Emma moved her face down, stopping at Stella's vagina and inner pussy lips which was steady leaking a stream of thick, white cum.

Making her tongue into a point, Emma stabbed it softly into Stella's vagina and tongue-fucked her, encouraging louder moans from Stella. She did this a couple of times, drawing more of that tasty juice into her mouth and swallowing it down. She could feel Stella's hips bucking, her thighs shaking around her face, which was a sure sign she was close to cumming.

Going in for the kill, Emma moved up to Stella's clit, flicking her tongue against it. This seemed to send an electric shock through Stella's body, making her cry out and arch her back off the bed slightly. Emma smiled into this gorgeous girl's pussy, now focusing on her clit. She flicked her tongue across it a couple more times, again causing Stella to cry out and her hips to buck even harder. Emma finally pressed the flat of her tongue onto Stella's clit, closing her mouth around her pussy and sucking hard. At this point, Stella exploded.

"Oh God! OH GOD!! OH GOOOOOOOOD!!!!"

Emma held tight to Stella's heavily bucking hips, suddenly finding it difficult to keep up with their movements but she did, licking and sucking and flicking across her pussy, riding Stella through her orgasm.

Once Stella had calmed, once her orgasm had finally wracked through her body and left her panting on her back on the bed, Emma slowly moved back up the bed so she was lay beside her.

"That everything you hoped it would be?" Emma asked Stella with a smile.

"And more," Stella replied, turning to face Emma on the bed. Her breathing slowly returning to normal, Stella leaned in close and pressed her lips to Emma's, initiating things for the first time tonight.

"You're such a good kisser," Stella told her when she pulled away.

"So are you, baby," Emma replied.

"You know, I'm paying for the whole night with you," Stella said. "That means getting the whole lot, everything that comes with sleeping with a woman."

"So what do you want now?" Emma asked.

"To do that to you," Stella answered with a little smile. "To make you come like you did me."

"Well, I'm all yours for tonight, honey," Emma said. "As long as you've got me, I'm yours to do whatever you want with."

"In that case, I wanna see the rest of you."

With that, Stella gave Emma a gentle push, rolling her onto her back and now being the one to straddle her hips. Emma watched the beautiful, naked girl on top of her as she reached behind Emma's back, unhooking her bra and sliding it off her body, dropping it over the side of the bed. Stella stared at her for a moment, at her slightly larger breast with larger and darker nipples, before moving to rid her of her thong. Once Emma was spread out naked on the bed, Stella stared again, just like she had when she had taken her dress off.

"I thought you were amazing before, but now...." Stella said, her gaze locked on Emma's body. "You are so beautiful."

"Thank you, but you don't actually have to say any of this," Emma told her. "I'm pretty much a sure thing, baby."

"But I mean it," Stella said. "You really are beautiful, Emma."

Emma smiled softly at this, bringing Stella down and kissing her deeply. Stella remained in this position for a moment before following Emma's lead from earlier, trailing her kisses down Emma's body until she got to her breasts. She nursed softly on each breast, surprisingly good at it for a beginning judging by the amount of liquid that was pooling between Emma's legs and how heavy her breathing was getting.

With both of Emma's nipple standing to attention in the centre of her breasts, Stella moved on, kissing down until she got to Emma's freshly shaven pussy. No teasing involved this time, Stella immediately stroked her tongue against Emma's pussy, getting her first taste of a woman and seemingly liking it. Emma looked down, seeing Stella's beautiful blonde head nestled between her legs as she licked into her pussy, paying special attention to obviously prominent clit, and those pleasurable tingles she had been feeling suddenly shot up a level at the erotic sight before her.

Emma couldn't help it, she was moaning. This just felt too good. She was a call girl, used to more often than not getting clients who thought of their own pleasure before hers, and she hardly ever reached orgasm. But this girl, this sweet and beautiful blonde Goddess who really was a natural at pussy licking, was bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Especially when she used her fingers, pushing it up into her vagina and gently finger-fucking her. But it was the combination of her lips on her clit and the second finger that was pushed up with the first that sent her headlong into an extremely intense orgasm, screaming out her pleasure.




Call Girl Gets First Time Lesbian



"Oh fuck, I'm cummmmmmming!!!! Oh my God, you are such a natural at this, Stell Baby!!"

"Well, thanks, coming from the expert," Stella said, climbing up her body to gently kiss her on the lips. "And I liked that, by the way."

"Liked what?" Emma asked the girl still draped across her chest, her voice slightly breathless.

"Being called 'Stell Baby'," Stella said with a smile. "I don't know, it was kinda... nice."

"I'll remember that," Emma said, wrapping her arms round Stella as she rested her head against her chest. "So, have I done a good job at showing you some of the good parts about being with a woman?"

"I guess that... wait, only some," Stella said, looking up at her.

"Stell Baby," Emma said with a cheeky grin. "I've got you here for as long as you want, so there are so many more things I can show you."

"Really?" Stella said.

"Definitely," Emma said. "In my line of work, I've been with both men and women, and a lot of times, I've found women to be a lot more enjoyable. So, does that mean you're ready for more?"

"Oh yeah," Stella said, jumping off Emma so eagerly it made her laugh. With position to move, Emma reached into the drawer beside her bed, the one specifically for women, and even some of the guys she had.

She watched with growing amusement as Stella's eyes widened as Emma pulled out the rather large double-sided dildo. Something she had hardly ever gotten the chance to use.

"Are you ok?" Emma asked her.

"Oh my... are we really gonna use that?" Stella asked.

"If you wanna, honey," Emma said. "I can show you just how much you do not need a man to have a good time in the bedroom."

"Ok," Stella said, finally looking up at Emma.

"Good. Now, I want you to lie on you back again, ok?" Stella did just that, lying on her back while Emma again climbed on top of her. Holding the dildo in one hand, Emma stroked her other across Stella's pussy, feeling her wetness already leaking out. "Well, you seem ready."

With that, Emma gently took one end of the toy and slowly pushed it up into Stella, watching as it stretched her out. Stella moaned as the dildo pushed further into, humping down against it. For a minute, Emma slowly pumped the dildo in and out of her pussy, letting her get accustomed to its size. Once she knew she was well adjusted, from the moans and the slick sounds of wetness, she climbed onto her properly, straddling her waist so that the other end of the dildo was just resting against the entrance to her own vagina. With the next stroke of the dildo into Stella Emma made, she pushed her hips down further onto her, the dildo sliding easily into her already slick pussy, joining the both of them together. Emma felt for herself the wonderful feeling of fullness the double-sided dildo gave her.

After a moment of somewhat awkward humping, the pair got into a nice rhythm, pushing and humping so that the dildo was always thrusting into both of them, sending them both spiralling into an orgasm.

Stella was the first to let go, screaming out Emma's name and arching up off the bed, her tits pushing themselves up so invitingly that Emma had to reach out for them, stroking the pads of her thumbs across her erect nipples.

Stella's hips still pushing up and humping of their own accord, the dildo was still thrusting into Emma, hitting all the right spots and sending her over the edge right after Stella, crying out and tensing up before collapsing against the woman below her. 

Her breathing returning to normal, Emma pressed a soft kiss into the hollow of Stella's shoulders before pulling the dildo out from both of them and rolling off her, lying on her side to watch as Stella got her breathing back.

"So," Emma said. "Are you finished for the night, or can you handle more?"

"There's more?" Stella asked.

"Oh, Stell Baby, I've saved the best until last," Emma said, smiling at her.

"In that case, I think I'm more than ready." Stella replied with her own smile.

"Well, like always, lie on your back and enjoy," Emma said, climbing on top of Stella for the third time tonight. "Ok, I went you to put your left leg over my right one, while I do the same with you." Stella did just that, locking the two of then together in the 'scissor sisters' position. Once their legs were comfortable wrapped around each other, Emma ground her hips forward, pushing her slick pussy against Stella's.

The minute their desperate sexes were meshed together, Stella cried out louder than she had all night, a harsh shudder immediately travelling right through her body.

"Oh my God, that feels incredible!" Stella cried.

"I told you it was 'best for last'," Emma said through her heavy breathing. "Sit up and lean against me, honey."

Stella did, sitting up so that the two of them were now basically sat in each other's laps. She wrapped her arms round Emma's shoulders, holding onto her while Emma held back, and her hips were moving harder and faster than they had all night. Emma easily kept in rhythm, her hips pressing her pussy deep into Stella's, their erect clits pressing together in a way that sent massive shivers of pleasure surging right through Emma's body.

Out of everything, this had to be one of Emma's favourite sexually activities. The feel of her hips grinding freely into another woman's, especially one as stunning as Stella, and having that woman held tightly against her was the most amazing feeling in the world.

All too quickly, Emma felt the tingles in her pussy growing, and an intense orgasm just waiting in the pit of her stomach to explode out of her as her moans and cries of pleasure grew in volume alongside Stella's, who seemed to be at the same level as Emma.

A few more good thrusts against each other and that was it, both of them were flying as their orgasms simultaneously exploded throughout each of their bodies. The shudders that were travelling along both of their bodies were intensified by the others; their voices crying out each other's name in unison as their hips instinctively surged forward, pressing their pussies tight together.

After what felt like an age, both women collapsed to the side, lying wrapped in each other's arms as their breathing levelled out.

"Now.... I think I'm pretty much sexed out," Stella said with a tired smile, making Emma laugh.

"I'm right there with you," Emma replied. "I have to say, you are the best client I think I have ever had."

"Thanks," Stella mumbled softly, actually snuggling in closer to Emma's body and closing her eyes. Emma smiled gently down at the girl in her arms, resting her head against hers as she joined her in some well needed relaxation.

~*~*~*~*

An hour later and both girls were dressed and stood at the door. The typical brown envelope was laid on the glass table beside them, Stella's payment for the night inside it. For the first time in her career, Emma had felt awkward when she had taken the payment from Stella. Up until that point, tonight had not really felt like work, not at all. It had simply been a fun, passion and pleasure filled night with a gorgeous girl. And things had turned with the appearance of the brown envelope.

Emma opened the door for Stella with a smile, and the girl just stood there, as if not sure what to do now. As always, Emma took the lead, wrapping her arms round Stella's neck and pulling against her. With Emma's body pressed up against hers, Stella instinctively wrapped her own arms round Emma's waist.

"I know you had fun tonight," Emma said with a cheeky smile and a wink. "So I guess I really did fulfil my job description with you."

"Definitely," Stella said. "Tonight was absolutely amazing, Emma. Thank you so much for it. I just guess I still... I mean...."

"You've not totally come round to my way of thinking on the female front yet," Emma said with a little laugh. "I didn't really expect that from one night, I know I'm not that good. But I've got you thinking, and that's enough."

"You've got me thinking hard," Stella said.

"Good. In that case, I wanna know. Whatever you decide, I wanna know what you're doing."

"What do you mean, I...."

"That's my way of staying keep in touch, Stella. And I don't often say that to my clients."

"In that case, I'll consider myself honoured and I definitely will."

Smiling at her now favourite client, Emma leant forward, Stella meeting her halfway into their goodbye kiss, just as passionate as all the others tonight.

"Thank you for tonight, Emma. Goodnight."

"You're welcome. Goodnight and I hope to see you again real soon, Stell Baby."



Call Girl Mom



The last two years in college I moonlighted as a call girl. I never intended to. By accident I learned that another girl in the dorm, a year older, was doing it. The money she made seemed like a lot to a poor, struggling student like me.

I was a natural for it. I was female, which truthfully may be the only requirement. But my parents had given me some good genes. Guys were always interested. I was slim but with noticeable boobs and butt, all the curves a female could want. I never thought of myself as a great beauty but I was good looking enough. Dark hair, blue eyes, light skin, even features and a nice chin.

I thought I had another advantage. I loved sex. I hadn't been with that many guys but enough to know that an orgasm was unbelievably great. And I was absolutely obsessed with lovely, erect cocks. As it turned out,liking sex wasn't really needed. Many times, I didn't get great enjoyment but made sure the guy did. That was the reality -- make sure the guy paying for it enjoyed it. It often required good acting talent, lots of faking. Although, having a cock in my mouth and then in my vagina was good even when the rest wasn't.

But sometimes things went great. The deal was, these were all married men on business trips looking for some fun. Every once in a while I'd get a great one, a really good lover. I'd have orgasms all over the place. But mostly, all they wanted was their own satisfaction.

I realized from the beginning that what I was doing was illegal. It wasn't risky at all like it might be in a whore house or working the streets or bars. The lady running the business seemed to always vet every guy and many of my customers were repeats. I went to his hotel room. Always an upper class hotel. I often got tipped, paid more than had been asked for.

I kept it all a secret, obviously. I mean, telling people you're a whore is a turn off. My parents would not have liked it at all. But it never bothered me. I always got some turn on out of it. Besides, if I wasn't doing it for money, I'd be doing it for free. Maybe the guys weren't who I might pick if I was on my own but on the other hand, I'd picked a few that weren't all that good either. You can't always tell ahead of time.

I graduated, got a fairly good job, moved and started over. On my own, being a call girl was over with. At work I met and dated Kyle. We went out several times and started getting fairly involved. I played being a good girl. Lots of heavy petting but no sex. Although I had got to the point I was ready. He invited me to go with him on a weekend to a nice resort hotel.

"A weekend?" I asked.

"Yes." was his reply as he looked at me sort of worried.

"That means sex, doesn't it?"

He really looked worried. "Well, uh, yeah."

I just looked at him a moment. I think he actually sweated. Then I just said, "o.k." and paused, then added, "but once you turn me on watch out."

Well, it was a fantastic weekend. The very best sex of my life. He ate me. He ate me like he loved it and had been dreaming of it forever. At least a dozen times over the weekend he would get his mouth to my pussy. There isn't a girl alive that wouldn't love that. We also fucked a lot. He had, still has, a really great cock. Fills me up. I sucked him a lot, too, but only once until he came and I swallowed. The other times it was to get him up again so we could fuck.

For a girl that always made sure the guy used a condom all through college, I made a big mistake. I got pregnant. We got married. We're still married and now there are three children but there will be no more. We agree, three is enough. Now, with the pill, we can control that. In fact, it's a very good marriage. I think we really love each other as much as most anyone could. We get along very well. The sex is still great. I'm still a good enough actor that even if it isn't quite as good as some times, I make sure he thinks it is. I haven't worked since our first, a boy, Lewis, was born but now, twelve years later, our youngest is starting school and I'm going to have a lot of time on my hands. I've talked with Kyle about me working, part time most likely. Although I don't really need to, he makes very good money.

Then I'm at lunch in a nicer restaurant than normal with two other mothers of kids in the same school as mine. I recognize a woman across the room. I have to look back several times but become sure that it's Darla. Darla is the girl ahead of me in college that was a call girl and got me into it. I haven't seen her in , well, it must be twelve years. She still looks sleek and classy like always. I also realize that she's seen me and we stare at each other. She's with a very handsome, older man.

Anyway, she's done before we are and comes by our table. "Nancy, is that you?" she asks. I agree and confirm that she's Darla. She says she doesn't want to interrupt but would love to talk with me and gives me a business card. My mind is remembering all sorts of things but I take her card and get back to my friends, letting them know that we had been at college together.

I'm intrigued. Her card just says Social Services with her name and phone number. That evening, after the kids are in bed and just before Kyle and I go to bed, I call her number. Once I let her know it's me, she becomes very chatty and wants to meet me somewhere to talk and we agree on a lunch, the day after tomorrow, at the same restaurant. I tell Kyle that she was a girl I knew in college and that we'd just seen each other at lunch for the first time in years. Obviously, I had never told him about my working as a call girl or that Darla was one, too. And never would.

Well, to cut a long story short, it ends up that Darla is still in the same business. Always has been. A variation but the same business. Except now, it's her business. Probably very rich by now. She tells me that I should consider doing it again. She praises my looks, which is flattering. I'm now 34, far from a college girl. But I'm within five pounds of what I weighed in college. Maybe I always will be, it seems in my genes. I explain that I'm married, love my husband, have three children, just couldn't even think about anything like that. So she starts asking for details and ends up telling me that I could earn $2000 for spending two hours or so with an older man in the middle of the day while my kids are in school and my husband is at work.

She tells me that she has several older, wealthy men who want sex on an extended lunch period. It's all very safe. She knows something about every one, there are no weirdos. It's all cash. The men mostly can't get it up that often so it's probably just a single fuck and it's over. It's important to make sure they feel like they've performed well, though. But as she tells me, I was always good at that.

But I'm married. My husband and I are committed to each other. The money sounds good but it's not like I'm in dire need of it or anything. So I don't agree but I have to admit I keep thinking about it after the lunch is over. It's sort of a turn on. Looking back I remember the sex as being better than it probably really was at the time. Although I really did like the sex involved. Anyway, I have really great sex with Kyle that night.

Odd how things work out. The very next day, Kyle comes home very down. The recession has affected the company he works for. Because of seniority he's not getting laid off but many are. His income is being affected. No more bonuses for a while. Half his income used to be in a bonus. We need to watch our expenses. We may not even be able to keep making the mortgage payments. We have enough socked away to get through for a while, a few months, but shortly we'll need to live on less income. He even mentions that if things get worse he might be out, too.

Darla's offer sounds better. One short session would almost pay the mortgage for a month. Four of them would just about equal Kyle's pay for a month. But can I really do this? If Kyle found out I'm afraid it would be a disaster. And how could I explain the income?

The next morning I call Darla and start by telling her I'd like to try it once to see if I could do it. I prattle on a little about not wanting to cheat on my husband and she assures me that it isn't cheating, it isn't an affair, it's business. She also told me the $2000 isn't quite right. I'd receive $2000 but I had to give her $400 of it as her commission. We also discussed when I could start. I let her know that as far as I was concerned it could be any time, tomorrow, the next day, whenever. She told me she wanted to make sure I was with a good customer, one that I would feel comfortable with and would do well with. Since I would have to meet him in a hotel room, she would call me and I would need to almost immediately head out so he wouldn't have to wait too long. In fact, it would be good if sometime before lunch I could get down town with my cell phone and when she called, I could be at the hotel quickly.

So that's what I do. 11:00 am I'm sitting in a small coffee shop waiting for the call. I'm very nervous, sure that I'm making a major mistake and that I'd screw up my marriage and life but then I'd think of how we might need the money and my children and school and the costs involved. The call comes and I'm off to a major hotel. I take the elevator to the floor, find the room and knock on the door. A man answers.

He's relatively small, perhaps just an inch taller than me. Five foot eight or maybe nine. Slim, bald with just a gray fringe around the side of his head. Looks fit. Not bad looking, long nose, good chin. I had been told that his name was Henry, so I say hello to him and tell him that I'm Nancy. He stands aside and motions for me to come in, closing the door behind me. 

"I'm not sure how you prefer to have this happen, "I tell him. "Should we both just undress and get on with it or do you have something you'd rather have us do?"

"I think naked would be good," he says.

I set my purse down. I have condoms and lubricating jelly, a change of underwear, whatever I think I might need. I then proceed to start disrobing, my blouse, shoes, skirt, hose, all folded on a chair. I watch him as he also takes off his suit jacket, short, tie, undoes his belt and lowers his trousers. I reach behind me and unfasten my bra. lift it off and set aside. I then bend to pull my panties down over my butt and then legs, finally stepping out and standing completely naked. At the same time, his undershirt comes off and then he steps out of his boxer type shorts.

"You have a gorgeous body, Nancy," he says, eyeing me up and down.

He's very fit, must go to the gym. But what I really notice is his cock. It's circumcised, so the head is obvious. But it's fairly large. Longer than most, thicker than most. On his small body it looks huge. It isn't really that unusually large but on him it looks out of proportion. It's not as erect as it will be but is about half way there. I think I'm a little mesmerized by it, I stare at it a second too long and then step to him and reach down and get my fingers around it. "You have a gorgeous cock, Henry. I'm going to enjoy being with you." I might say that if it was tiny but I really mean it. He's paying the bill so I need to make sure he feels good about this. "Can I get better acquainted with it?"

I don't really wait for an answer. Every man in the world likes getting his cock sucked. I happen to actually enjoy doing it. He's larger than Kyle but I've experienced even larger ones before. I drop down on my knees and get my other hand to his testicles as I hold his cock and lean to it. I kiss the exposed head, turn my face so I can lick along the side of it as I caress and finger his balls. It sprouts up as I'm holding it, fully erect in a couple seconds. I look up at him and smile and then face his cock again and get my lips over the head and start licking it inside my mouth. I slowly suck more and more of it in, a little at a time, licking, getting my saliva all over it. I look up occasionally to see what he's doing.

He's just watching me, smiling. "Do you want to come in my mouth or would you rather move on to being inside my vagina?" I ask him.

"You're doing great," he tells me, "go ahead."

I can't get it all in my mouth, so I hold the base and sort of jerk him off a little as I move my lips back and forth milking him, massaging his balls all the while. I'm almost ashamed that I love this. I haven't had anyone else's cock in my mouth than my husband's for over twelve years. As it should be, I have to admit. Yet, here I am, working this very nice cock and loving every bit of it. I'm supposed to just be a working girl, doing my job, not enjoying it. Oops, I can feel the change. Here it cums. I pull it as far in as I can so it shoots down my throat. I think sucking a cock until it cums is very sexy but I don't like a mouth full of goo. I swallow several times and when it seems to stop jerking and shooting, I slide my lips back and milk it one last time to get it all out, then swallow again. I lean back on my haunches a little.

He reaches down and get his hands under my arms and lifts me, so I help and use my legs to stand. He then backs me up a couple steps until I hit the bed and he pushes a little, telling me what a gorgeous body I have and how sexy I am. I end up sitting on the bed, my feet on the floor. He kneels in front of me and gets his hands and then his mouth to my breasts. He's really good at this, caressing my breasts, kissing them, sucking the nipples, sort of murmuring every once in a while about beauty and sexy and how lovely I am. Then he's kissing down my stomach and using his hands to spread my legs. I help and get spread as wide as I can. He moves his mouth and fingers to my pussy.

I keep my pubic hair trimmed. Not quite shaved, just very short. Kyle has always liked that, eating me without getting hairs stuck in his mouth. I guess Henry does, too, because he's licking and sucking. I never expected this. Back years ago when I did this before I would get someone that ate me every once in a while but it wasn't often. They always seemed to just want their own gratification, not mine. Henry is really good at this. I can hear his sounds, slurping. He isn't just tasting me, he's eating me, really seeming to enjoy sucking up my tastes and juices.

I put my hands on his head to let him know I like what he's doing. He keeps on and on. I have a really great orgasm, must give him a mouthful of whatever I put out. He doesn't stop. I can't even describe the feeling. You'd have to be a woman that's experienced this to know. It's so great yet it almost hurts. It does hurt. My clit is sore from his working on it with his tongue and lips. I want him to stop but I don't. Because it's also a sensory overload of sorts. It sort of explodes in my mind but also in my whole body. I'm jerking and spasming a little and can't control it. It's too much and yet it's so great. He finally sits back a little and just looks at my pussy. My red, wet, well used pussy.

He looks up at me. "Nancy, you are so sexy. So delicious." Then he sraightens enough to get that cock of his aimed into me and starts pushing in. I lean back on the bed as he forces his way fully into me, filling me up. He's leaning over me, arms on either side of me, pumping his hips as he fucks me. And fucks me and fucks me. The whole sensory overload thing never seems to end. I'm not sure it's possible to pick one good fuck over another, the current one always seems so good. But this is almost as good as my first time with Kyle on that weekend we spent together before we were married.

We're finally laying next to one another on the bed. Both at least slightly exhausted. "Henry," I say, my voice aimed up at the ceiling as I'm on my back, "You're amazing. I don't know why you pay to have sex. I think women would be lining up to have sex with you. You're fantastic."

""This isn't normal for me," he says, also lying on his back. "It's you. You're so sexy, you've turned me on. I've never had oral sex with anyone except my wife. But you are just so appealing, I really needed you. I loved tasting you. I want to do it over and over."

"Well, I loved it, too," I tell him. Then I had a thought and said it out loud. "I forgot the condom. I have a bunch in my purse but it was all so good I never thought of them. I sure hope I didn't get anything from you. You don't have any diseases do you Henry?"

"No, I'm clean. I never thought of one either. I've never fucked someone I'm paying before without one. This all was just so hot and emotional. But then I've never had a girl suck me without using one either. Maybe that helped make me forget. This hasn't been at all like sex with someone I'm paying, this is like something spontaneous and super."

"Well, I'll admit it's been super for me, too. I'm married. You're the first man other than my husband I've been with in years and years. I happened to run into a girl I knew in college, years ago, and she has this business. I guess you arrange this through her. I wasn't interested but my husband came home and told me how his company was in trouble and people were being laid off and we probably were going to need to cut back on things. And, well, here I am."

I rolled to face him, reached over and got my fingers on his cock and started playing with it a little. "So, I guess this hasn't been business for me, either. It's just been some really great sex." I smiled, thinking of what Darla told me. "This woman who hired me told me I'd be with old guys that probably couldn't get it up more than once. That's sure not true of you, Henry. I bet I can get you up and ready to go again." I lean over him and get my mouth to his cock. It's soft but I get it into my mouth and start licking and sucking and gumming it. I can taste my own juices on it. I can feel it stirring a little. I look at him for a moment. "I'm sure interested in some more, are you?" I get him back into my mouth and can feel it growing even more.

"I would have never thought so," he says, looking down at me. "But I think I am, too. You're so sexy Nancy. I've haven't felt like this in years."

He's up again so I move around and straddle him and get positioned over him and slowly drop down, taking his lovely cock up into me again. We both last and last. We roll over so he can pound into me harder and finally finish. I then need to get on the toilet and get rid of all the stuff in me. He comes along and we end up in the shower together. He seems delighted to feel my body all over as he washes me and I wash him. He's got a better body than I would expect on someone for his age. Which makes me realize, I don't know his age. I'll have to ask Darla.

"Henry, I don't know anything about you. But if you're married, why not try some of this with your wife. After you're married, sometimes the passion can get lost. Maybe it's possible to raise it again." We talk a little more, we dress, he gives me an envelope and we both leave. I check the envelope after I'm in my car. $2000. 20 $100 dollar bills. Just as planned. I call Darla and get an answering machine. I tell the machine that everything went well, I have the cash and need to get her share to her. And, I'm ready to take on some more assignments. It went very well.

It ends up, over the next couple months, I'm with five men. It also ends up that each of them asks for me again. None of them are as sexy as Henry. But none of them are bad. And, I end up seeing Henry about every two weeks or so. This goes on for almost six years. Kyle's company recovers, we never end up in money problems. I'm building up some good investments and a bank account. I've certainly never told Kyle what I'm doing, he doesn't even know I have the money that I do. I've worked at making sure that Kyle and my sex is as good and as frequent as ever. Yet, I've become addicted to having a lot of sex on the side. Meanwhile, our son, Lewis, is about to graduate high school, our two younger daughters are into high and intermediate school. I've arranged with Darla to start cutting back. Spending almost every weekday lunch time fucking in a hotel is starting to intrude on my time with my children.




Call Girl Mom



I'm with Henry this day. We've become old lovers by now. He's the only one I do without condoms. I never felt like introducing them since we started without. He still loves oral sex, both ways, and so do I. I've let him know that very soon I'm not going to be available any more. He comes up with a surprise.

"Nancy, my grand son is turning eighteen. I've talked with him and he's a virgin. Ashamed of it but apparently he feels bashful around girls. I would like to have you introduce him to sex, teach him how. I'll pay the same as if it was me."

"Henry, there are a lot of younger girls available. I'm sure I can get a very good one through Darla that's closer to his age. Maybe a college girl. I'm old enough to be his mother. I have a son that age. He wouldn't be interested in someone my age."

"But you make sex so exciting. You actually enjoy it and it shows. I've been with others and some are better than others but they're just going through the motions. He doesn't need to just learn to push his cock into a vagina, he needs to learn that he loves it, enjoys it. You can do that. Besides, you're built better, are sexier, than any of the young girls. Your age isn't in the way, it's a help. Most young guys would benefit from learning from an older, more experienced woman. I'm sure that Stan, my grandson, would benefit from being with you."

I agree. The appointment is in three weeks. He won't be my last client but close to it. I'll have one more, goodbye, session with Henry. I will have had my last session with each of the others by then. Henry's grandson Stan will have turned eighteen by then plus a few days.

It makes me think of Lew, our son. In bed one evening I ask Kyle about Lew, about Lew and sex and girls. I asked if we should consider hiring a girl to teach him about sex. That didn't interest Kyle. In fact, he laughed at it. He thinks that Lew has no problems, may already have had his first sex. And if he hasn't, he'll manage to on his own without our help.

So, here I am, sitting in a coffee shop waiting for the call that will tell me what hotel room to go to to meet Stan and become his sex teacher. I'm wondering if it isn't a mistake. Perhaps Kyle is right, it will happen on the boy's own time. But I've committed to Henry so I'll do it.

I knock on the door and it opens and I step in. I turn as the boy closes the door and see him for the first time. My God, it's my son Lew's good friend, Stan, It never entered my mind that this could happen. He stares bug eyed and says, "Mrs. Sanders!"

My mind runs around trying to think about this. "This is awkward," I finally manage to say. I pause and then, "Stan, none of my family know about this, know what I do. Not Lew, not my husband. And I don't want them to know. I can just leave and we forget this."

He just looks at me for what seems like a long time. "No," he says. "I think my grandfather was right. I think this will be good for me. You're right, it's awkward that we know one another. But I've always thought you were the coolest mother of anyone and I've snuck looks at your body a million times. I've beat off thinking of you. So maybe this is even more right than if you were someone else."

"Oh," is all I can say. He's jerked off thinking of me? That's something, isn't it. "Well, maybe we should just get our clothes off so you don't need to sneak a look at my body. Is that o.k?" That's what his grandfather and I always do, get naked. So I go through the pattern of undressing and putting my clothes on a chair and he does the same. He has his grandfather's cock. He's taller and a little bigger, in very good shape, but is definitely well hung. "Well, you're never going to disappoint anyone with this," I tell him as I step to him and reach and wrap my fingers around his cock. His very erect cock.

"Most guys like oral sex and most girls like performing it. I certainly do." With that, I kneel down and start through kissing and licking his cock and finally getting most of it in my mouth as I start milking him with my lips and working on his balls with my hand. He doesn't last more than 30 seconds and I get several loads down my throat. I stand up again, "Next time, you'll last longer."

"Mrs. Sanders, that was fantastic."

"While we're standing here, why don't you feel my body. My breasts." He grabs at me. "Caress them, act like you like them. Feel them. Girls don't like to be mauled, they like to be appreciated. Yes, feel the nipples. O.k., let's get on the bed."

We lay on our sides, facing one another. "Run your hands over my body. Feel my butt. Yes. Run your hand up my back and down onto my butt. Now onto my stomach. Down a little lower. Cup your hand over my pussy." I bend a leg and raise it, giving him room. "Yes, slide your fingers around, feeling me. Down just a little. There. Push against me a little, see if you can slide a finger into me. Aah, yes. Like that. Move it a little." I reach to him and get my fingers around his cock, that's already growing a little. "Yes, slide your finger in and out a little. You're finger fucking me. Not too hard, you want to arouse me, not hurt me. Yes, like that."

I feel his cock grow to full hard. "Let me reach back here a moment," I say to him as I get a condom. I roll back next to him. "Go ahead, like you were. Yes, like that. Does that feel good?" He just nods yes. It's like he's hypnotized or in a trance or something. I get the condom out of its packet and get it rolled down onto his cock. "Now, we're going to fuck, Stan," I tell him as I climb over him, dislodging his finger. I position myself above his cock, holding it, and slowly lower myself down, taking him up in me.

"I'm going to fuck you, Stan. You can use your hands on my breasts, or anywhere you want, hopefully letting me know you like what's happening and like my body." I start riding him, moving my hips back and forth, first slowly and then picking up speed and force. In a minute, I'm bouncing on him, almost sliding off him and then dropping back down, taking him fully into me again. He's trying to hold my breast. He puts his other hand around onto my butt. I do this for a minute or so. I doubt if he'll last long even though he's just cum.

"How about we change positions. I'll lay down on you and we roll over so you're on top. O.k? Here we go." I use my legs and arm to push and he actually helps. In the process he comes out. "Just get between my legs there, yes." I reach down and grasp his cock and help aim it. "Just push it in. Yes. Aah it feels good. Yes, like that, just keep pumping into me, as slow or as fast as you feel like. Most girls probably like to start slow but sooner or later like to really get banging away and aroused. Oh, yeah." He's really at it, banging into me. It only takes another couple minutes and he pushes in hard and holds it and I can feel his cock jerking and pulsing inside me.

"That's great, Stan. Did you like that?" He just nods, he's still in his trance. "O.k., lift up some and move off to the side some. I reach down and roll the condom off him and just reach to the side of the bed and drop it on the floor. I know I should take into the bathroom but I don't want to interrupt too much. I'll get it later.

"Now we can do something that we should have done earlier but I figured you really needed to get a good fuck out of the way. "you should always let the girl know how much you love her body. So lean over me some and start kissing and tasting my body, my shoulders, yes. Now my breasts. Yes. Caress them. Kiss them. Suck on the nipple. Yes, like that. You're a natural Stan. Now the other one. Yes. Now on down my body. Anywhere you want. My legs, sure. We could do this next right here but I think it's easier if I move a little to the edge of the bed. Yes, you get off and kneel right here, facing me. Yes. You can play with my breasts more if you want, sure."

"Oral sex. Every female in the world enjoys having a guy give her oral sex, lick her pussy. You need to learn to do it and hopefully learn to like doing it." I spread my legs way to each side and put my hand down on my pussy. "Right here, Stan. Yes, lean in and get your mouth to me. Yes." I use my fingers to spread my lips some. "Lick up and down. Yes, like that. Down there, yes, that's where your cock was a little while ago, Push your tongue in, lick around. Oh, yeah, that's good. Now lick up some. Feel that bump? Yes, right there. That's my clit. That's the most sensitive spot on every woman. Tongue fuck her, finger her, but sometime, start licking her clit, using your lips, sucking on it. Oh, yes. Just like that. I'm going to get juicier and juicier. You'll taste it, feel it. I hope you really like it because I sure do." I get my hands on his head, holding him to me. "Yes, yes, Like that. Oh that's so good. I'm going to orgasm in a moment, Stan. Don't let it scare you, it's a good thing. A very good thing. It's what I want, what a girl always wants, a good orgasm. Oh. Ooh."

I let go of his head. "When that happens you can stop. If you're doing this before fucking, you can get up on me a little and push it in and start fucking. Or, if you like it a lot, you can continue licking me. If the girl doesn't want any more and some can't handle more than one orgasm, she'll let you know to stop. Oh, you like it and are going to continue. O.k."

After another minute of sucking my now sore clit he looks up at me. "I don't know what to do. I feel like biting you, trying to eat you up. I just want you so much."

"Is that lovely cock of yours hard again?" He reaches down and nods yes. "Great, let me grab a condom. Stand up and let me slide it on you." I do that. "Now fuck me. Push it in me again. My pussy is sure as slick and ready as it will ever get. Ah, yes, yes." He fucks me, pushing in, pulling out. I'm still at the edge of the bed, he's on his knees. I let him continue for another minute. "Stan, stop, pull out. No, nothing is wrong, I'm going to move around. I do, I turn my back to him, bend over the bed, face down. "Now, get it in me again. Yes, aah yes, just like that." We're now fucking doggie style, although a little awkwardly. "Just keep fucking me, Stan, I'm going to move up onto the bed and you just follow along, keep shoving into me." O.k., now we're both on the bed, my rear end up, he behind me on his knees, fucking away.

Eventually he's finished, cums again. I collapse down, he comes out. I move around and get the condom off. I get off the bed and pick up the other one. "Now that we know one another pretty well, why don't we take a shower and clean up?" I ask him. I toss the used condoms in the wastebasket and get the shower running and warm and step into the tub. Stan's not far behind. "I'll wash you and you can wash me. It should be very sexy, each of us feeling the other all over the body. We've now done pretty much everything so it's now just a matter of doing what we feel like next. We may even be done but we don't need to be. It depends on how you and the girl feel. Except in this case, it's really just how you feel. I'll go along with anything."

I wash him first, rubbing every part of his body with my bare hands and some soap. I leave his cock and balls until last and spend a fair amount of time on them, even leaning in to kiss and then suck just the head of his soft cock. I tell him that its a very nice cock. Of course, they all are. He then washes me. He tells me I'm the sexiest thing he's ever seen in his life and this day is the best thing that's ever happened to him in his life. When he gets to my pussy he does as I did and spends some time on it. He actually lifts my one leg and puts it on his shoulder so he can get his face to my pussy and lick me some. The more he licks, the more interested he seems to get, using his fingers to spread me so he can get his lips on my clit. Just before I cum, he stands, still holding my leg and aims his now erect cock into me. He shoves me against the wall as we fuck standing up. I hold on to his shoulders and lift my other leg to get up near his waist so he can be free to pound upwards into me. I don't bother going and getting a condom. He was a virgin, he can't have any disease to give me. Fortunately it's a first class hotel with lots of hot water so we can fuck away for as long as we want and leave the water running over us.

He finally cums and I slowly disentangle myself and we hold one another. I rinse his cum off my legs and we get out and dry off and go back into the bedroom. He's probably fucked out by now but neither of us want to quit yet so we lay on the bed holding one another and run our hands over each other. He tells me over and over how sexy this all is. I finally roll him onto his back and lean down over him and get his soft cock in my mouth and lick and suck on it and work his balls with my hand until it starts reacting and growing again. As I straddle over him to sit on his cock and fuck him, I tell him "I'm as horny as you are, not ready to stop yet. You must have one more load left in you."

As it turns out, he does, although it must take fifteen minutes of fucking in three positions before he finally cums again. We then dress. I ask him and hope he does as asked, to never, ever indicate to Lew that this ever happened. And I don't want anyone in my family to know. I also made sure he understood I was paid and this was a one time event. For more sex he's going to have to find some young girl his age to practice on.

Two days later I have my final session with Henry. Stan apparently told his grandfather how great everything was. We do as we usually do. I suck him for the last time, he eats me for the last time. We fuck and fuck. He tells me that he took my advice and tried getting his wife back into sex as they used to have it, took her on vacation. And it worked. She isn't me but they're much more active now than they had been for years. 

Meantime, I've got a lot socked away in investments and bank accounts. Always paid income tax but have never told Kyle about any of it.

I had already arranged that the day after, Kyle and I would have a weekend away from home. I wanted us to re-experience our first weekend together. It doesn't matter where we go because we'll spend the whole time in bed anyway if I have my way. So as soon as we get there I strip naked and help him do the same and kneel down and start on his lovely cock. Ten minutes later we're on the bed and his face is between my thighs. He tells me that he's going to spend the whole weekend there. I let him know that he'll have to interrupt his eating me occasionally so we can fuck. We're both forty now instead of twenty two but it doesn't seem to have slowed our sex any. I think I'm now ready to settle on one guy. Well, at least as long as he keeps treating me like he is. "Ooh, yeah honey, right there. Yes."



Call Girl Wife



One time when Clarisse and I were still married, I changed my normal pattern. Instead of going into my office, as I usually did, I decided to stay home and work in my home office on my computer. There's no problem with that where I work, as long as you get your work done. My wife was dancing and working late hours, so I usually let her just sleep in. On this particular day, Clarisse had not come home yet. I was working in my office at about 10 am when I heard her come in. She obviously didn't know I was home, or she would have said something to me. I was putting the finishing touches on a report, so I didn't say anything. I heard her go to the bedroom and started rummaging around her closet. I was about to say something to her to let her know i was home--but I heard the phone ring.

"Yeah Dan!" she said, picking it up on the first ring. "Ten minutes!...OK, how much did he say??... All right, I'm putting on my work clothes right now. I'll be ready!"

I was more than a bit confused. I figured that Dan was her boss, who had taught her the business. I had met him before-- an early thirtyish good looking guy who drove a very customized Porsche. What got me confused was her reference to work clothes. I couldn't figure out what this meant. What I should of done is called out and asked her what was up. What I did do is to creep outside the bedroom door and peek inside. There was Clarisse, standing in front of our full-length mirror, brushing her hair. She was wearing a light purple negligee that showed off her nicely-rounded breasts. I had not seen her in a negligee before. Normally she didn't seem to get off on anything that kinky. Or so I thought. I could barely see her nipples in the mirror, even though the room was quite well-lit as the sun shined through the window. She put down her brush and began to apply a very dark lip gloss, which made her look rather mysterious. I just stared at her. I noticed that my cock was swelling up very rapidly, and decided that I would see what would happen.

I heard our doorbell ring. I quickly moved into the kitchen, which is situated so that I could see into the living room, and if the door was left open, into the bedroom. Clarisse trotted over to answer it. I saw Clarisse and a middle-aged man, about in his late forties standing by the door. He seemed to be about 5'10'' with a noticeable bald spot. He looked nervously around as he handed Clarisse an envelope. "There's six hundred there," he said, as he took off his coat. He may have been nervous, but I could see from the way he was staring at Clarisse he was not displeased. "Steve said that it was five hundred, but I figured that if I added a little extra, you'd add a little extra, too." 

"That's sweet!" Clarisse said, and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm sure we can work something out."

She took his coat, folded it, and laid it on the chair. Then she put the envelope on the table, without checking its contents. Clarisse always has had the ability to make people feel at ease. She has a sweet, almost girlish smile and a soft laugh. She has always been able to get people to do what she wants without seeming to put pressure on them. They ask her if they can do whatever she has been wanting them to do. It always worked with me--but I never minded. She's not an overtly controlling person--but I know she likes to be in control of most situations. The two of them sat down on the sofa in the living room. I learned that "Steve" was from Columbus, Ohio. His wife was at their motel, and he "really appreciated" it that he could see Clarisse here. Clarisse (whom he called "Reese") offered him a glass of water, which he took and seemed to drink it rapidly. I heard him say how he had never done this before, and Clarisse told him not to worry, everything was going to be fine.

She asked him to tell her something about himself, and while he was talking about his retail business, she began running her foot on his lap. I could see that she was also wearing dark purple polish on her toes. "Am I distracting you?" she smiled sweetly. The crotch on his pants started to bulge up, and he was shifting around. "You're sweating--let me make you a little more comfortable", she said, as she started unbuttoning his shirt. He was obviously pretty excited, because he took her arm and pulled it close to himself. They started kissing passionately as they sat on the couch. I stared at the two of them going at it, and as quietly as possible, dropped my pants to the floor. Clarisse had always been a responsive lover, but I never seen her so aggressive. I started stroking myself, and could tell that I was getting harder and harder more rapidly than ever. After a few minutes, she broke away from him and whispered something in his ear. I couldn't hear what it was, but Steve signed and laid back. 

Her small hand made a quick bee-line for his zipper and began to pull it down. I noticed that her finger nails were also coated with purple polish as they struggled to pull down his fly. "Just help me a bit with this, please," she told him. He raised himself up and she started pulling off his pants. She moved in front of him for a moment, so I couldn't see what was going on. But she pulled off his pants and boxers and folded them neatly and put them on the chair. I could see his cock bob in the air for a moment, before Clarisse turned back to him with a wide smile. But her darkly tipped hands encircled his swollen member, and her purple lips sank to encase the reddish head. Steve moaned and thrust deeper into her oral cavity. I heard my wife moan and watched her twist her head, bobbing her slick lips up and down his staff. I knew firsthand what that felt like. My cock leapt at the memory of her skill! Now I was beginning to see how she got so damned good. Her customer's hand was under her lavender lingerie, obvious exploring her wet pussy. Clarisse's hips were rising and falling, the cock still being slurped noisily by her eager tongue and lips. He didn't last long under her voracious attack. She accelerated her pace, squealing around his shaft, as her cheeks puffed, filled with cum. Swallowing his load, she dove back down and captured the rest between her loving lips. Steve was making strangling noises which softened in tone and harshness as he finished. My wife kissed his cock farewell and sighed, relaxing beside him.

"That was... Amazing," he choked out.

"Um, you were fantastic, too, Steve. Would you care for something while I freshen up?"

Instantly the gracious hostess, Clarisse served him then coyly took her leave. It wasn't until then that I realized I was leaning weakly against the wall. I'd cum all over myself and the carpet. As if my brain had been temporarily shut down, a backlog of thoughts washed through me. My stripper wife a high class call girl? I'd just witnessed the proof. Her "boss", Dan, her pimp? Obviously! How long had she been fucking men for money in our home? A year and a half? How many had there been? Hundreds! She returned a few minutes later, her lips freshly purple and her lovely hair brushed. She sat beside him, chatted easily with him, causing me to marvel at her relaxation and the way he responded. Her nails tickled his scalp, and her breast brushed lightly on his arm from time to time, It dawned on me that she was actively seducing her trick, reawakening his middle-aged libido. He lit a cigarette, offered her one. Another stunner- she accepted, smoking it like a seasoned pro, teasing Steve, using it as another tool of the trade. That, more than anything else, made me realize just how little I knew about my wife.

It took her another fifteen minutes to get him hard. She delicately grabbed his cock, sat astride him, and took him into her visibly lubricated pussy. She wiggled, rose and fell for nearly ten minutes more before Steve filled her pussy. Five more minutes, and she escorted him to the door, amidst promises to get together the next time he was in town. My wife flopped into a chair with a loud sigh and drew deeply on the second cigarette he'd given her.

"Well!" She said, apparently to the air, "I'm glad you finally know, Brian! So did you have a good time?" 

I stumbled out, feeling more embarrassed than anything else, my dripping cock flopping around. "Clarisse? How could you?"

She tapped the unopened envelope with a purple nail and blew smoke at the ceiling. "Besides, I like it. I'm good at it".

"So I see!" I said, trying to find my anger. All I found was another hard-on.

"I saw you jacking off!" she said nonchalantly, spreading her legs. "Why don't you fuck me this time?"