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Susan's Story

By: cbrmale



This is a sequel to my story “Beach Holiday”. If you have already read Beach Holiday, you can skip the prologue and go straight to Chapter One. If you haven’t read it, why not now? Even better, read it and vote on it.

Cbrmale

PROLOGUE

Julie decides to make her move. She grabs some tissues and wipes Susan’s face. She puts her hand on Susan’s chin, turns her head, leans forward and kisses her: sucking Susan’s lips into hers. Susan pulls back startled. Julie whispers into her ear “Relax, you’ve missed out. It’s your turn now”.

Susan is confused. Julies brown skin is attractive, and she is in good shape. But kissing a girl? This wasn’t part of her plan. Susan feels Julie’s arms circling her waist, drawing them closer. She looks into Julie’s eyes and sees the gentleness and kindness. Susan allows herself to be drawn closer. Again Julie kisses, her tongue feeling it’s way through Susan’s lips. Susan does not resist this time, instead opening her mouth to allow Julie to explore inside. Julie immediately searches for Susan’s tongue, wetness against wetness. Julie tightens her grip on Susan’s waist, holding her close, willing Susan to relax and allow her to explore.

Again Julie whispers in Susan’s ear, “Relax and lie down. Let me spoil you”.

Susan lies down. Julie kisses her. Her breasts, her nipples, her stomach, her thighs, her feet. All over; everywhere except her pussy. Julie has a light touch, much lighter than Steve and her previous boyfriends. Julie gradually works her way down and up each leg before stopping momentarily. Then she dives in, her tongue tracing its way around Susan’s neglected pussy. Licking her pussy lips, tasting her, drinking in her womanhood. Susan watches the side of Julie’s head as she reaches over her, exploring her most intimate and sensitive parts with a touch so outstandingly light.

Julie starts to feel Susan’s arousal slowly building. A more direct approach is needed. She replaces her tongue with two fingers; rubbing Susan’s clit the way she likes her own to be rubbed. Susan immediately feels the difference. The firmness of it. Susan moves her hips around in a circle. Julie changes her rubbing to a circular stroke, glancing at Susan’s clit each time. Susan feels it building, but she needs it harder still. Susan raises her hips and Julie responds, pressing a little harder. Susan feels the sensations building. God, it has been so long. She needs to come.

She rolls onto her side, pushes her legs forward from her body and squeezes her thighs together, trapping Julie’s hand hard against her pussy. Susan squeezes hard as Julie keeps on rubbing that firm regular stroke. Oh God, I am going to come. She feels it, the building sensations. Julie keeps it up, rubbing the same way. Suddenly Susan whimpers and relaxes the pressure on Julie’s hand. Julie pulls her hand away. Susan pulls her legs back under her and just lies there. Too spent to do anything.

Everyone in the room looks at Susan, rolled up in a ball. Julie is overcome. She runs kisses over her sweet little body. From her shoulders to her bottom, down her thigh and back again. After a couple of minutes, Susan comes to, opens her eyes and stretches out with the pleasure of it. She didn’t think it was possible.

Later, Susan ran a bath. Her mind was confused. She was 25; she had been with Steve now for four years. Before that she had two other boyfriends. While she occasionally masturbated herself, never once had she orgasmed with any of them. She thought there was something wrong with her. Now, a stranger, a woman, took her there with such ease. It wasn’t her at all!

Steve noticed her curled up, sitting on the far corner of the couch. Something was on her mind. He didn’t know what. Maybe it was that girl – girl thing. She looked far away. Maybe inviting that couple around so they could watch was not such a good idea after all.

CHAPTER ONE

For the rest of the holiday, Susan felt strangely on edge. A couple of days after getting together with Michael and Julie, she made love with Steve again. She decided to be more assertive; to help him to pleasure her. However, no matter what Susan did, Steve seemed unable or unwilling to satisfy her. Susan suggested he go down on her but after a few minutes he complained of a sore neck. Susan showed him how to rub her the way Julie did, but his touch was too hard and it hurt her more than anything else. 

After they finished sex, Susan went swimming alone. The warm water washed over her body; washing away the tension. Susan picked a spot in the scrub by the beach to pleasure herself. Her mind flashed back to that afternoon when Julie’s touch was just so right. She quickly built up to her peak, but it wasn’t the same as having someone else doing it. Sex wasn’t supposed to be a solo pursuit, it was meant for two.

Lying on the beach, the warm sun caressing her body, Susan’s decision became clear. Her relationship with Steve had never been anything special. Now it was time to move on. They were still on holidays together and it wouldn’t be fair to break up now. She would wait until she got home. She had another weeks leave in Sydney after they returned and she would do it then.

After she got home, the first person she needed to tell was her older sister. Linda was only two years older and Susan felt particularly close to her. She rang Linda and invited her over for coffee.

After some small talk about the holiday, Susan blurted it out. “I’ve decided to leave Steve.”

Linda wasn’t surprised; she always thought Steve was shallow and self-centred. “Have you decided what you are going to do?”

“No, I haven’t got that far yet. It’s not really urgent, it’s just that after four years, the relationship really hasn’t gone anywhere. I don’t think it ever will. And the sex is terrible!” Susan screwed up her face.

Linda asked if she remembered her friend from their school days, Lyn. Of course Susan did, they often hung out together. She even remembers the two of them smuggling Susan into a nightclub when she was only 16.

“Well, Lyn has a two bedroom flat at Bondi. Her current flatmate has just moved out and she is looking for someone to share. Should I call and ask her if you can move in?”

“Oh Linda, would you. That would be perfect.”

Linda called Susan later that afternoon and told her that Lyn would love to have her share. When Steve got home from work that evening, Susan told him that she was moving out tomorrow.

The next day, Susan packed her car with her most important belongings for a drive to Bondi and a new beginning.

CHAPTER TWO

It’s Friday night; Susan admires herself in the mirror while drying after a shower. Not bad, 165cm and 50kg. She needs an outfit for the night. There are never enough clothes. Eventually she settles on short, tight and black. Yes, when you are small; the tighter the better. She puts a lot of effort into the extras. Nail polish for her fingers and toes. Matching lipstick. Black shoes. How she hates those heels; but the effect. Lyn is in the lounge room of the flat as Susan says goodbye heading towards the door. Lyn looks up and is startled; she remembers Susan from so many years ago. Now she is so beautiful, so sophisticated. Lyn feels a pain in her heart but she doesn’t know what it is.

The taxi rank is just around the corner and Susan returns to her favourite haunt from before she met Steve. The nightclub that Linda and Lyn first smuggled her into. She strolls to the bar to order a drink, a white wine. This will be her only drink. She read that alcohol dulls the senses and that’s the last thing she wants tonight.

Sitting on her own, there are two men nearby admiring her. Both are well dressed. One of them glances at her; she acknowledges in that unspoken way. Feeling bold, he makes his across the room. Fortunately no excruciating opening lines. He merely greets her.

“Hello, I’m Mark”

“And I’m Susan”

“Susan, you look lonely here by yourself. You want another drink?”

“Yes, Mineral Water.”

He returns with two Mineral Waters. Susan feels bold.

“Mark, your friend looks lonely, why don’t we invite him to join us?” With that, Susan motions him over.

Mark’s friend introduces himself as Derek.

Mark is a bit concerned about this. Two is company, but three is definitely a crowd. Susan seems to be enjoying the attention of the two men sitting each side of her though. Question is, which one is it going to be?

Mark tries to break the ice. “Do you come here often?”

“Only when I am looking for a special time.”

“What sort of time is that?”

“The sort of time that only a bad girl would enjoy.”

“Are you a bad girl?” 

“I haven’t been, but I think now it is time to be really bad. Mark, Derek, it’s crowded, it’s noisy, lets get out of here.” With that, Susan made her way to the door with both men following. Both men feeling confused.

“Gentlemen, it’s easier to talk out here. Which of you lives where?”

Mark replies “We share a house.”

“In that case, lets go to your shared house.” Susan hails a taxi and Mark gives the address to the driver.

The house is a bit untidy, as one would expect from two men, but not so bad. They had cleared it before they went out, just in case. But they didn’t expect such a sexy and attractive lady back here so quickly. And why both of them? In the lounge, Mark and Derek stand confused. Susan steps up to Mark, wraps her arms around his neck, reaches up and kisses him passionately. Derek looks on. Susan then steps up to Derek, reaches up and kisses him passionately too. She stands back and starts to wriggle out of her tight clothing.

“We need some comfort. Is there a bedroom here?”

They adjourn to a bedroom, Susan now in her underwear and the two men are astounded at her cute little body.

Removing her underwear, Susan promises “the first to make me come can have me.” Susan lies back on the bed, knee up in anticipation.

Mark feels embarrassed to remove his clothing in front of his housemate. But there is a hot babe on his bed and nothing is going to stop him from having her. He quickly strips down and joins her. Derek watches on, feeling even more embarrassed as Mark straddles her legs, leans forward and kisses her. Their tongues touch, dancing and teasing at each other. Mark pulls back and kisses her breasts, so firm and so perfect. Her nipples, her arms, her hands, her thighs. He runs his tongue up and down the soft skin on the inside of her thighs. He knows where he is heading, we wants her pussy. He is going to make her come. He is going to have her. 

Derek decides that two can play this game. He quickly removes his clothing and joins them on the bed. Kneeling beside Susan, he leans forward and kisses her deeply. His tongue traces circles on the inside of her lips while Mark’s tongue is exploring her pussy lips. Her excitement is given away by her wetness. Slowly Mark makes his way up to her clit, standing proud and erect amongst the folds of skin. He circles it with his tongue, running around the hood. Derek and Susan are deep into a lovers kiss, tongue against tongue. At the same time, she can feel the sensations build from Mark’s expert work. The same sensations that Julie brought out in her. This time she knows what to expect. She wraps her arms around Derek’s neck, drawing him closer. Closer and closer for a deeper and deeper kiss. Closer as her excitement builds. Mark is sucking her clit between his lips now. She can feel him stimulating her womanhood with exquisite skill. Mark feels Susan pushing her hips hard into him; he reads the signs and increases the pressure. Susan can feel it building, she gets more and more urgent. Please God, let it happen. She pushes Derek away just before she gasps and comes. 

Oh yes, that was good! Mark deserves his reward now. She spreads her legs as an unspoken invitation for him to enter. But Mark has other ideas. He gently rolls her over. She gets the idea and turns onto her elbows, raising her hips into the air. Mark kneels behind her, admiring the beautiful curves of her bottom. Susan expects to feel his manhood enter her pussy. Instead, she feels something soft and wet in her crack. Making it’s way down to her arsehole. It’s Mark’s tongue! His tongue is licking at her arsehole. Oh, it feels nice. Nobody has ever done that before. It’s so naughty and so nice. At the same time, Derek is gently rubbing her pussy. He feels the wetness. Her lips and her trimmed hair are both absolutely soaked. Susan feels that longing within her, her pussy is telling her that she needs a man insider her. She needs to be filled. Regardless of Mark’s tongue, she needs to be fucked.

Derek is near her. “Derek, I want you in me. Straighten out”. He stretches out on the bed. Susan pulls away from Mark’s tongue, as exquisite as those sensations are, and straddles Derek. She guides him into her. Mark follows her across and resumes on her arsehole; this time with his finger. Susan leans forward to give him room to move; nobody has ever explored her there before and it is so nice. After a few moments, the sensation changes. Mark grabs some lube and prepares two fingers. He slips them in. Susan feels her arsehole expand around them. It burns for a moment and then she feels them move easily inside her. At the same time she can feel Derek in her as well. 

Mark leans forward and speaks. “Your arse is so beautiful. I want to fuck your arse. Is that okay?”

“Nobody has ever done that to me before.”

Mark replies, “I know what I am doing, do you trust me?”

“Yes, I trust you”

He works three fingers inside her now to make sure she is fully relaxed. Then she feels something different. His penis at her back door. She feels it push at her. She stops moving on Derek and leans further forward, she feels Mark enter her.

She whimpers a little Mark's manhood fills her arse. The two cocks inside her at once, make her feel so full as they stretch both her holes to the limit.

When Mark had finally manages to work his shaft all the way inside her, he sets the pace. He pumps in and out of Susan's arse very slow at first. Derek tries to move at the same rate, which gives her more pleasure as the cocks rub against the thin layer of skin that separates her tunnels. She moans with each stroke, loving every moment. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. 

It didn't take her long to start having orgasms. They started small, intensifying as each one rippled through her. The men groan in pleasure as her quivering muscles milked their shafts. The feel of Susan's tight arse wrapped around his shaft was too much for Mark. He had tried to hold back, tried to make the sensations last. But it only took a few minutes until he shot his load deep inside her. The feeling of his pulsing prick inside her pushed her over the edge into an extra large orgasm. Her contracting muscles pulled the come out of Derek. He exploded, filling her pussy with hot come.

Mark slowly pulls out of her, followed by a trickle of his come running down her thigh. She lifts herself off Derek. More come dribbles out of her pussy and lands on Derek’s stomach. There is come everywhere. On her legs, on Derek, on the bed. She needs to get clean. She asks if she can use their shower. They find a towel for her to use.

After cleaning and dressing, she says she must go. It was the most wonderful experience and she will remember it always. She kisses them both. Then she uses her mobile to call a taxi. 

Lyn hears the door open. She glances at the clock. 12:05. She is glad Susan is home and safe. She turns over and slips back to sleep.

CHAPTER THREE

Saturday morning and Lyn has made two cups of coffee. She knocks on Susan’s bedroom door. Susan invites her in. Coffee, just what she needs.

Lyn sat on Susan’s bed and asked her how it went. Susan describes how she went with two men, and each of them fucked her. One in her arse and one in her pussy at the same time. She had orgasm after orgasm. She lost count of them. It was great. She didn’t realise such pleasure was possible.

Lyn is concerned. “Are you sure it’s alright?”

“It was great.”

“Oh, you are such a little girl, I still think I need to protect you.” Even though she is only two years older, Lyn is concerned. “Look, it’s your flat too. Bring any of your boyfriends home any time. I will keep well out of the way.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, sure. You go and shower.”

“Okay.

Lyn leaves the mugs in the kitchen and returns to her room. She hears the shower running. She imagines Susan’s slim body under the water. She reaches down and feels her own wetness. She starts to rub. She closes her eyes, imagining Susan’s small body sandwiched between the two men. Two men fucking her at the same time. She imagines the scene, little Susan impaled like that. She rubs herself harder and harder. She squeezes her nipples. The feelings build up. The images of Susan run through her mind. She cries “Oh God Susan” as she comes.

CHAPTER FOUR

Later that night and Susan is readying herself for the club again. She feels more confident as she chooses her clothes. A short leather skirt, black silk blouse and leather vest are on the bed. She chooses a black lacy bra to match. Panties? No, I’m a naughty girl. No panties!

“Bye Lyn” as she heads through the lounge to the door. Lyn looks up and is momentarily mesmerised by what she sees. If she was beautiful yesterday she is perfect today.

Susan catches a taxi from the rank and heads to the same nightclub. She orders her drink, a white wine.

She surveys the room. A man, perhaps 30, catches her eye. He notices and makes his way to her. His name is Tim.

Tim asks “another drink?”

“Mineral water thanks.”

“That’s a good girl.”

“Do you like good girls?”

“Sometimes.”

“Perhaps a mineral water for you too.”

“Okay, perhaps a water for me too.”

They talk. She turns towards him, hoping for him to get a glimpse up her dress. Perhaps he did.

Susan likes him. “Listen, it’s smoky in here, do you want to go somewhere else?”

“Where would you like to go?”

“My place.”

Lyn hears the taxi pull up out front. Quickly she closes her bedroom door. She hears voices in the corridor. Susan and a man. She hears the door on Susan’s room close. She reopens her own door, hoping to catch some of the sounds.

Susan motions Tim to the bed. “Just sit there for the show.” Slowly she removes her vest and throws it on the seat. She pulls her blouse out from her skirt, slowly unbuttoning it. He sees more and more cleavage. She opens it all the way and throws it onto the vest. The bra goes next, fully revealing her pert breasts standing proud. She turns her back to him, unzips the leather skirt and slowly opens it. Slowly he sees her arse cheeks. She turns around and opens it from the front. Slowly he sees the far top of her thighs, then her pussy! God, she is so beautiful! Standing naked except for high heels. Naked for him.

She moves close to him, leans down and kisses him and then unbuttons his shirt. He helps her to get rid of his clothing. Soon he is holding her, her soft petite body against his masculinity. She feels so protected in his arms. He lies back and motions to the bed. She follows his move. 

They lie together; tongues locked together in a kiss. He strokes her nipples gently, her bottom firmly. He kisses the nape of her neck. He runs his hand down her thighs. Such shapely thighs.

He asks, “can I make you come?” She rolls on her back in unspoken invitation. He kisses her thighs, lovingly drinking in her smoothness. He moves to her pussy, just strokes it with his tongue for a moment before he kisses her other thigh. He returns to her pussy, kissing her lips a little longer this time. He feels her wetness. He rolls his tongue and gradually inserts it between her lips. She shivers with the sensation. He feels her arousal, the musky scent. He tastes her juices; so sweet. He drinks them up, the juices of love. He knows she must be getting ready now, so he moves to her clit. He sucks it between his lips, running his tongue over it and then letting it go. Again and again he sucks it, rubs it with his tongue and lets it go. Every time, Susan feels herself get closer and closer. Every time he sucks it, he holds it for longer. He feels her body respond. He knows she is close. He sucks it one last time and holds it, rubbing his tongue over her most sensitive love button. He knows she is ready.


Susan's Story



Susan grabs at the sheet, she feels it building inside her. Thoughts cascade through her head. Oh, please hold it, just like that. Please don’t let it go. Please, please oh yes. She comes. Oh yes; she feels herself panting. That was so good.

He holds her gently as she recovers from her orgasmic bliss. That was one of the best yet. She looks deep into his eyes with a smile; the smile of the just come. Her heart is slowing and she is on top of the world.

Like a gentleman, he asks “how would you like me?”

“I would like to be on top”

She straddles him and guides him in. As she drops down his shaft, he feels the wetness from her lips touching his groin. Again she slides full length, again he feels the wetness. His shaft, his groin is soaking with her wetness. The sound is unmistakable. The slurping of her wet and hungry pussy on his manhood. She feels the sensations building; she feels the sensations as she feels him inside her. He sees her eyes closed, the concentration on her face. He knows she is going to come. She is driving the pace, she feels it building, the build up is quicker this time. She comes! Oh God, twice in one night. She continues to slide up and down, even wetter than before. The sound is unmistakable.

In the dark of her room, Lyn cannot hear voices, just the squeaking of the bed. She has her nightie up around her breasts and she is rubbing herself. Picturing Susan and this stranger. Hearing the steady rhythm of the springs.

Embarrassed by the loudness of the slurping, Susan asks if they can change, if he can get on top. She lifts herself off; his cock is glistening wet with her juices. She can feel her own wetness. She lies down. He gets on top and guides him in.

Lyn hears the squeaking stop; and then start again. This time more forcefully. She rubs herself harder.

Susan can feel him thrusting harder now. She knows it’s his time to come. Tim asks, “do you want me to come?”

“Oh yes.”

“Do you want me to come inside you?”

This talk is making her hot, “Yes, yes.”

“Do you want me to fill your pussy?”

“Please fill my pussy.”

“Oh yes, I’m gonna come.” With a final ‘Oh’ he grunts and comes. His spurts fill her again and again and again.

Lyn has two fingers of one hand inside herself as she rubs herself with the other. She closes her eyes. She thinks of Susan and the man. She thinks of the fucking, the bedsprings and the fucking. She thinks of nothing but Susan as she comes. She lies there alone in the dark as she recovers her breath.

CHAPTER FIVE

Its Sunday morning and Lyn is awake. She notices Susan’s door is partly open. She quietly peeks in. The bed is a mess, Susan is lying naked, the blankets are around her hips, her breasts exposed. Such perfect breasts. There is no sign of the man. Lyn heads back to her own room and waits.

Later, Lyn hears the shower running. Again she makes two mugs of coffee. She waits for Susan to finish her shower before knocking on her door. “Do you want some coffee?” she asks.

“Yes please.”

Lyn enters with the mugs. 

“Did we wake you?” Susan asks.

“No, not at all. I was asleep before you got home.”

“How did it go?” Lyn asks.

“Oh, he was so wonderful. He was thoughtful, considerate and very talented. The perfect gentlemen. I hope he calls again, he was great.”

“What are you going to do today?”

“Nothing. Relax. Work tomorrow you know” and Susan screws up her face. 

Lyn agrees “Yeah, I know.”

Despairingly, Susan gets agitated. “Look, I got a BA and yet the only job I get is a receptionist. Answering phones, passing messages, hostile callers. Pathetic money. It’s a drag Monday to Friday.”

Lyn changes the subject. “Susan, you like sex don’t you?”

“Yes, when I was on holiday with Steve, I realised how much I missed out. I need to make up for lost time.” “Lost time with Steve?”

“Yes.”

Lyn continues, “have you thought about making money out of sex?”

“What! A prostitute!”

Lyn clarifies herself. “No, not any prostitute; a high class escort. One men shower money and affection on.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you. You are perfect. Some men like girls who look like models and some like the fresh girl next door.”

“And I’m supposed to be the girl next door?” Susan asks rather indignantly.

“You are the perfect girl next door.”

“How do you know about this?”

Lyn confesses. “Do you think I want to make coffee and serve lunch the rest of my life? I saw them but they said I wasn’t their type.”

“You think I am?”

“You could be. I have a card. Do you want me to get it?”

“Please. You have me interested.”

The card has an Internet address. They look up the agency. Elegant models. It looks alluring. Sophisticated lifestyle, independence, good money. The models are mid 20’s, size 8, intelligent. Susan thinks that perhaps that BA is going to be wasted after all.

Susan composed an e-mail about herself and her ambitions and sent it to the address on the site. She asked them to contact her by return e-mail. 

When she got home after work on Monday, she couldn’t wait to log onto the Internet. There it was, the reply she was waiting for. They would love to meet her. They asked when would she be free? She replied ‘tomorrow after work’.

On Tuesday, she got a call on her mobile, confirming her for 6pm and giving her the address. She was still dressed for work, but she thought that’s closer to what they would like as an image. She couldn’t wait till 6. She felt herself getting a little wet with excitement. Oh my, this may be both naughty and nice!

Six and it was a small office in a large building. Elegant models. She knocks and enters. A lady greets her; she introduces herself as Lisa. She has some sort of European accent.

“You must be Susan.”

“Yes.”

“And you want to be a courtesan?”

“Yes.”

The lady looks her over. She is cute, right age, right size, nicely groomed. Her first impressions are usually right. This time her first impressions are that she may be okay.

Lisa clarifies things. “Listen, this is not just about sex. Our clients like companionship, intelligent conversation, dinner. Sometimes our models sleep over.”

“Sleep over!”

“Yes, many times it is more like a date. They are wealthy businessmen, lonely, away from home. Perhaps with wives who take them for granted. Perhaps they are younger, not married. Not enough time for dating and girlfriends. They just need a special girl like one of our models. We get celebrities. We get all sorts. I notice you’re educated.”

“Yes. BA.” Susan replies.

“Good, good. University trains you think, to reason, to understand. It is good for these men who are usually intelligent and educated. You haven’t worked in the industry before.”

“No, it was a friend of mine who suggested it.”

“How many lovers have you had,” asked Lisa

Susan thinks for a moment “Six. Six and a woman”

“Okay, that’s good too. We would start you as one of our Companions. But, I think you will be one of our Elite girls before long.”

“You want me then?” Susan asks.

“Yes; we have lots to organise. A photo shoot, some training. When can you start?”

“I have to give two weeks notice.”

“Can you take a couple of days off to do the photos and training.”

“Yes, I still have leave owing.”

“How about Monday and Tuesday next week.”

“Fine.”

The training covers lots of areas. Her clothes must be smart enough to look at home in a five-start hotel or restaurant but sexy enough to make a good first impression. First impressions are important. Sexy lingerie is essential. Every man loves an attractive girl in lingerie. 

There were lessons in safe sex and how to discreetly check the clients. The proper techniques for condom use. Elegant clients’ don’t expect condom use for oral but they do for intercourse. If you have any concerns about the client, use a condom for oral as well. Condom use for intercourse is recommended, but even here it is at the models discretion. Sometimes the girls build a relationship with some of their ‘regular’ clients and this can become part of the ‘relationship’.

Fantasies are also at the models discretion. Some models don’t allow anal at all, others allow it with their ‘regular’ clients only. Most clients accept no as no for a fantasy but some clients are more persistent than others. If the client has no special fantasies, then the model may be required to initiate the colour and style of the sexual encounter. The model must learn to read and understand the client’s responses more so than his wife or girlfriend would. After all, he is paying a lot of money for the time of his life and he expects an encounter to remember.

Susan felt it was a lot to take in, and it was with some trepidation that she served out the remainder of her notice as a receptionist.

CHAPTER SIX

Susan is relaxing at home, her mobile phone is switched on and she is waiting for the first call from the agency. Curiosity gets the better of her and she logs onto the Internet. She goes straight to Elegant Models. There she is; Chloe Blake. Her pictures, her description, her rates. She can’t believe it’s herself.

The mobile rings: the name Elegant Models flashes on the handset. “Chloe, we have a client for you. He is a semi-regular of ours. He has been seeing Nicky, but she is away at the moment. We suggested you. I am sure you will enjoy him. He is experienced, he will be good as your first and he knows that you are new to the industry. He wants to see you in his hotel room at six for two hours. His name is Neil. He has already paid.” Susan writes the hotel and room details down and then waits for the car to pick her up.

In the foyer of his hotel, she takes a seat and calls him. She tries to calm herself, but she can feel the knot in her stomach. She introduces herself and tells him she will be up in five minutes. Neil relaxes while he waits for the knock. The knock of pleasure. A new girl to the industry. That’s nice.

“Hello, I’m Chloe.”

“Yes, and I’m Neil. My word, you are an attractive girl!”

“Thank you.”

“Would you like a drink?”

“Some bottled water would be fine.”

Neil goes to the fridge and grabs a bottle of spring water and a cool glass. Susan sits at the table and refreshes herself. Neil is sitting on the bed admiring her.

“Tell me, how long have you been working for Elegant?”

Susan deflects the question. “Not long.” She doesn’t want him to know that he is her first. “How long have you been in town?”

They go through some small talk. Susan discovers that despite his age, she thinks he is in his 30’s, he is Chief Executive and quite wealthy. Certainly the five star hotel indicates that he is sparing nothing. Not to mention the cost of her booking. He is from Melbourne, but he travels to Sydney once or twice per month. She notices the ring on his finger but does not enquire. Most definitely married. Children? Probably.

Susan gets up and moves towards him. “Well Neil, is it time for some action?”

“I suppose it is,” he says confidently.

“You just stay there and watch.”

She slowly unzips her dress and then peels it away from herself. Slowly from the shoulders down. Her lacy bra is exposed first, then her matching g-string and finally her roll-top stockings. In one deft move she steps out of the dress and stands with her hands on her hips in front of him.

“You want to see some more?”

No answer. She reaches behind and unclasps her bra. She lets the straps fall off her shoulders, holding the cups against her breasts. She slowly lets the bra drop as well.

“More?”

No answer. This time she turns away from him. She slowly eases her g-string down her legs, bending over as she slides it slowly to her ankles. She knows what he will be seeing. Neil’s throat seems dry all of a sudden as Chloe bends over. Her pussy lips discreetly peeking out between her slim thighs. ‘Oh my God’ he thinks. ‘What have I got here?’

Susan bends right over to slip her g-string over her shoes. She turns to face him, hands on hips. Again she asks “More?”

Neil croaks “No, that’s just fine.” Inwardly, Susan smiles at the look on his face and the way his voice is gone. Seducing a man is fun; she feels all powerful. This wealthy CEO has been reduced to putty in her fingers.

“Now it’s your turn”. She gets up close and starts to unbutton his shirt. Neil suddenly feels a need for urgency. He takes over from her, removing his clothes in a moment. Unlike her tasteful striptease, he feels foolish and awkward as he gets naked. They stand close, despite her heels he is still quite a bit taller. She reaches up, wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him. Long, deep, passionate. The kiss of an angel. 

Susan climbs onto the bed, Neil following her. She runs her hands through his hair. Again she kisses him. Again deep and urgent. Their tongues touch. She moves away from his face and kisses his neck. Then his nipples. Firmly but not too hard. Neil squirms with the pleasure. ‘Oh, that’s nice’ he thinks, a little shy to say it out loud. She moves down his stomach to her next target. His manhood is firming nicely, but it needs a little help. She takes it in her hands, running her fingers up and down the shaft. Susan moistens her lips with her tongue as she leans forward. She takes him into her mouth. Slowly she runs her lips up and down his shaft. She feels him growing harder and firmer. Neil can see everything, watching Chloe as she sensuously works on his manhood like it’s the most important thing in the world. Oh yes, and this is only the beginning. Still there is silence. Susan pleasuring Neil and Neil a little shy of this perfect girl who has only just arrived into his life.

Susan feels his arousal building. It’s too soon, there is much more time. She lifts her head and looks at him, hoping he will get the message. Neil asks, “can I go down on you?”

Susan rolls onto her back and Neil repositions himself between her legs. He runs his tongue around her womanhood, starting at her lips. At the same time, he gently runs his fingers higher up, just brushing the hood of her clit. ‘Oh that’s good’ Susan thinks to herself. ‘My, he is a talented lover.’ Neil tastes her wetness building with her arousal. Good, time for a more direct approach. He moves his tongue up to her clit, circling the hood. Neil feels it getting firmer, standing a little higher within the folds of skin. As he feels Susan’s wetness build, he slips a finger inside her. Just one, crooked back slightly. Susan feels it, touching her just there. ‘Oh my God, he’s got it.’ Neil feels her push up against him and he knows that he has her just where he wants her. With her clit being licked and her g-spot pressed, it’s only a matter of time. Susan feels her orgasm building. ‘Oh, he’s good. He’s really, really good.’ She wills herself on. Neil feels her tension building. She is pressed hard into his face now, her juices flowing. Still he keeps it up. His tongue is the loose side of firm and his finger pressing her just so. Susan feels it deep inside her. Quickly, she reaches her peak. She cries out as she comes, drenching Neil’s hand with liquid. The first sound in their lovemaking. Neil pulls away from her pussy.

He looks at her unselfconscious smile. He smiles back, more proud of his achievement maybe. But then again, not every girl comes with a stranger, not every girl ejaculates over a stranger. Yes, he feels proud.

Susan regains her composure. “Okay lover boy, how do you want me?”

“On top.”

She was hoping he would say that. She discreetly slips a condom onto his still erect rod and straddles him. She reaches down and guides him in.

She starts the motion and he starts to meet her. He looks at her pussy in wonderment, looking at his manhood inside her. Susan notices him looking downward and decides to give him a treat. She stops the thrusts and brings her feet up towards his hips. Instead of keeling astride him, she is squatting now. She then resumes, knowing full well that he will be getting a closeup view of his own fucking. It’s hard on her legs, but it’s a magic position. Really, really tight for both of them. Susan is driving the pace now. Neil feels his arousal building. The tingling starts. The tightness and the visual effects are really arousing. Still Chloe keeps it up. Not fast, just enough to allow him to slowly build to his peak. This time it’s Neil feeling the sensations. His penis is tingling, the glans is sensitive. She keeps riding his prick. He is fascinated watching himself inside her. The tingling is more urgent now. The waves of pleasure start, slowly at first. He feels them building up, travelling the length of his manhood. The grunt as he comes is so masculine. Susan hears him and sees his eyes are now closed, the sweat is on his brow. She slowly lifts herself off, holding his condom as she eases herself away. She lies beside him, holding him gently as he feels that wave of bliss settle over his entire being. Still not a word is said. She senses that it’s his moment now and she waits.

“Massage?” Susan asks.

“Oh yes please. That would be wonderful.”

Susan tosses the pillows onto the floor to make the bed flatter. In her bag is a bottle of scented massage oil. She pours some onto her hands and starts the massage. Neil is still feeling blissful; and the massage is just perfect. Susan practices the techniques she read and tried to memorise. The different strokes for the different parts of the body. With minimum two hour booking, there is plenty of time for Neil to relax, enjoy and come again if he wishes. After about 10 or 15 minutes, Neil turns his head to one side. “Do you want a massage?”

“Yes, that would be lovely” Susan replies.

Neil has not done this before and tries to copy what she was doing to him. Susan thinks he’s not bad, not bad at all. Neil continues to massage her, admiring her shapely body. This is a bonus. He just loves the curves of a woman. The thighs slowly spread out to her wider hips and her perfect round bottom. And then her body tucks back into her slim waist before spreading at her shoulders. Oh why did they make the female body so perfect! If he could take her home with him he would!

After more massage, and more admiration, Neil has had enough. He caps her bottle and hands it back. Susan suggests now that they are both oily, perhaps a shower would be a good idea. She removes her stockings.

The shower is over the bath and there is plenty of room for both of them. Tenderly they soap each other down, like they have been lovers for so long. Once dry and back on the bed, its back to Susan to decide what to do next. She has lots of goodies in her bag so she suggests that perhaps they could play with some of her toys. She reaches in to find her silver vibrator. “My, what have we got here?”

Susan positions herself on the bedhead, switches the vibrator on and rubs it over her pussy lips. She allows it to graze her clit. Neil watches up close as Susan pleasures herself. Susan switches it off and reaches in to her bag for her medium – sized rubber dildo. About the same size as Neil she thinks. She hands it to him and asks if he can do the honours. She spreads her legs further to allow him access. Neil takes the dildo and teases her pussy lips with it.

“Not there silly. Inside; where it belongs”

Neil gently eases it into her.

“That’s better.” 

Susan switches the vibrator back on and continues to rub her own clit with it. At the same time Neil fucks her with the dildo. Susan likes the sensation, almost as good as the real thing.

“Oh yes. Fuck me with it.”

Neil continues to stroke the dildo while Susan rubs the vibrator over her own clit. ‘Oh’, Susan thinks, ‘when I come this time it’s going to be a good one’. The fullness of the dildo in her and the stimulation on her clit is too much.

“Oh, fuck me harder. Oh, I’m gonna come. Oh.” Susan quickly takes the vibrator away and Neil follows her lead, pulling the dildo out, so slick with her juices. “You were a good boy. Do you want to come again?”




Susan's Story



“I don’t know if I can. I’m not 20 you know. But it may be fun trying.”

Susan sees that his manhood is a little swollen, clearly the visuals had an effect. She takes him in her mouth again. As he starts to grow, she uses her fingers to rub his shaft. Neil feels his tingling build. In many ways, the warmth and slippery wetness of her lips is nicer. “Chloe, keep on going.”

Susan follows his request and starts to suck on him with more urgency, gently using her teeth on his glans. He feels the firmer sensation. He hopes she won’t stop. She feels him building up again. “Keep going?” he sort of asks and sort of tells. She keeps it up. She strokes him faster and faster with her mouth. Neil feels himself building up. He closes his eyes, he wills himself to come. It’s so hard the second time. But this angel, she can do it. With a gasp he comes, she stays glued to his manhood, his come pumping into her throat. She swallows it, not so bad maybe. He is done.

After a few moments to recover he asks “Chloe, can you stay with me for dinner? Can you stay the night?”

“Oh yes, that would be lovely. I will call the agency so they know.”

Susan discreetly calls the agency and tells them that Neil would like her to stay. They congratulate her. She feels good about that. She asks them to tell Lyn so that she won’t be worried. Fortunately she has packed a change of underwear and some personal items.

They have dinner in the hotel restaurant; it is quite romantic with the muted lighting and candles on each of the tables. They talk. Neil tells her about his wife, they have been married for ten years. Two children. A boy and a girl. The meal is excellent and Neil is good company. Susan is feeling a little lightheaded. Is it love? No, it can’t be. We only just met. He is paying thousands. And yet, it does feel ‘right’.

After dinner, they go for a walk. The city, as always, is quite busy. Even at this time of night. Anyone seeing them together would never know. It’s good to walk off the meal and Susan is feeling much better after their stroll.

All too soon it’s back to the room. It is getting late and Neil suggests it’s time for bed. They both strip off and climb in. She is under the bed covers, naked with Neil. Susan gently drifts off to sleep. It has been a busy day.

Susan wakes up startled. What time is it? Where am I? She remembers. She feels Neil pressing into her. She smells his scent. Masculine but unfamiliar. She is aware she is naked in bed with a stranger. She gently nestles into his warm body and drifts off to sleep.

Susan wakes. It’s 7am. She hears the shower running. Neil comes back with a towel on. She takes her turn to shower. She returns to find Neil relaxing on the bed. Morning sex, her favourite she tells him. She means it too.

This time the lovemaking is slow and gentle. They kiss and hug each other. Before he has a chance to go down on her again, she slips another condom onto him and rolls onto her stomach, her legs only slightly parted. “Neil, lay on me and put your legs outside mine.” He complies. She reaches down and guides him down and in. Neil enjoys this position; he can’t imagine why no one has shown him it before. It’s easy, it’s relaxing and it’s a really nice sensation. His body is pressed over hers, following her curves. She is so soft under him. Susan feels him inside her and his masculine body pressing on her. This is lovemaking, no question. Susan feels him thrusting faster. He seems to have more urgency now. He thrusts harder and harder. He grunts as he comes, he comes inside her. He comes inside beautiful Chloe. He pulls out, spent but happy.

It’s 8.15 and Neil is dressing. Susan has already dressed. She kisses him and hopes that they can meet again sometime. She means it too.

Later that afternoon Lyn returns from her work. 

“How did it go?” Lyn asks.

“Fine.” Susan replies.

“Tell me all about it.”

Susan tells all, all except for her feelings, those strange feelings. Lyn feels herself getting aroused as Susan tells her about the romantic dinner, the night with Neil, the sex.

Lyn goes and runs herself a bath. She climbs in. All she can think of is Susan with a stranger. She feels her arousal building. She starts to rub herself. She needs to release her tension. Visions cascade through her mind, Susan and the wealthy stranger, sleeping together naked, the morning sex. She can see it all. She rubs herself harder and harder. She cries out “Susan” as she comes. Embarrassed, she hopes she wasn’t heard.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Susan has been working for about a month now. She has been seeing three or four clients a week. Mostly two hour sessions with one longer session including dinner. Nothing as memorable as Neil although most of the men are nice in their own ways.

Every evening after working, she sits with Lyn and tells her the details. Lyn listens, enraptured. Little does Susan know that behind her door Lyn fantasises about Susan and these men. She rubs herself. She imagines sweet Susan and when she comes she cries out her name in longing. 

The dinner date was Alex and he was in his late 40’s or so. He had been invited out for dinner while he was interstate on business. He wanted a companion more than anything else. After dinner, they returned to his hotel room and had sex; but it was definitely not memorable.

Susan had an idea. While he was in the bathroom she made herself comfortable on the bed, using pillows against the bed head. She waited till she heard the bathroom door open then she started to stroke her clit. Alex came into the room.

“Oh Alex, I was just dying for you to come back. Come up here and help me”

“Help you with what?”

“Here beside me, let me show you.” She sits him on her left, takes his right hand and starts to stroke her clit with it. “That’s right, just like that, you’re a natural”.

“Am I?”

“Oh yes, just rub it like that. Now when I get close you will need to rub harder. And when I come you will need to stop because I will be a little tender. Okay?”

“I suppose so”

“Oh, you sure you haven’t done this before” she cooed.

“No”.

“You must really be a good learner then. That’s right”. She feels her tingling start. She starts to get wet. Alex can feel it. He is aware and surprised. He has never done anything like this before.

“Now a little harder and faster”. Susan guides his hand for a moment and then lets it go.

“Oh that’s good. I can feel it. You know how good it feels when you come?”

“Uh, yes”

“Well, I am going to feel that good”

She feels it building. He feels her wetness, she is moving a little. He continues to rub her, too scared to move his hand away. Just perfect for Susan, no surprises.

“Oh, yes. Harder again.” He presses harder. “Oh Alex, yes, keep on going. Oh, yes it’s coming. Oh.” And she feels the warmth spread though her, the tingling down her body, the contractions. She needed that. She quickly moves his hand away. She throws her arms around Alex and kisses him hard.

“Oh, that was just so wonderful. You were perfect”.

She smiles, as much by the look on his face as anything else.

“Can I do that with any woman?”

“Yes and no. Every woman likes to be touched a little differently. What works for me doesn’t work for every other woman. But it is similar.”

“Oh” he sounds disappointed.

“But, all you need to do is ask. There isn’t a woman alive who won’t want you to make them come.” She thinks of his poor wife. “But you will need to tell them how you found this out. Do you use the Internet?”

“Yes, for stock prices and so on”

“Then tell your women that you found about this on the Internet”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Her mobile rings. It’s the agency. Neil is going to be in town tomorrow and he wants to see her again. And he wants her to stay the night. “Oh yes please.”

She goes through her wardrobe. She needs something special. The long, tight red dress with the slit up to her thighs. Next, her pair of red shoes. What else? Red bra and g-string. Red all the way; red suspenders and stockings. Suspenders are so uncomfortable. But the effect! 

Red everything, nails and lipstick. 

Jewellery next. A gold choker, a gold bracelet and a gold chain for around her waist. Good, that will excite him.

CHAPTER NINE

The car drops her at the hotel, the doorman opening the door for her. Inside the lobby she rings Neil to let him know she is on her way. 

Susan knocks. “Chloe, you look gorgeous.”

“I bet you say that to all the ladies.”

“No, just the gorgeous ones.”

“Well, flattery will get you everywhere.”

Like the last time, she slowly strips for him. She gets down to her lingerie. His heart skips a little. Last time was good, but this time! Susan removes her bra and g-string, leaving her in the suspenders and stockings. “No, leave them on” he asks.

Susan is looking forward to Neil’s oral technique. Before that though it is time to give his manhood some attention. It is well erect. Susan thinks that the visuals may have done their trick. She only gives him oral for a few minutes. She has something special in mind, something he won’t forget in a hurry.

No words are necessary now. She rolls on her back and lifts her knee. It’s an unspoken invitation for him to dive in. And dive in he does. Like the previous time they were together, he quickly has her to her peak. His soft tongue on her clit and his finger in just the right spot inside. She feels it build up. She gasps and comes. That was so good. Susan reaches up, wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down to kiss him.

Hoping he will say yes, Susan asks “do you want me on top?” He rolls onto his back. It’s an invitation for Susan to ride him.

She straddles him and starts to guide him in. 

“What about the…?” he asks. 

She puts her finger on his lips. “Sssh. It’s my special gift. You relax and enjoy.”

She feels him enter her. It feels so much better, skin against skin. No latex in the way. This is the way sex was meant to be. Neil is both confused and overwhelmed. He feels her warmth, wetness. Her young tight pussy. This is all his dreams come true. The sensations are so perfect. It feels so…perfect. He wants this moment to last forever. Susan wants it to last too. She stays kneeling, setting the pace slow and steady. Feeling him inside her. He is big and hard, filling her love canal. Oh yes Neil, you won’t forget this is in a hurry.

After several minutes, she leans down, kisses him and then asks “Neil, can you give it to me doggy style?” She eases herself off him, his manhood slick and shiny.

She gets on her knees, head down. He moves up to her and holds her hips for support. She reaches down and guides him in. He starts to thrust, slowly at first. He looks at himself inside her, sliding in and out of her perfect cunt. He is glistening with her juices. He reaches around to feel her clit. He rubs her. She moans with the sensation. 

He is building up now. Faster and faster. He can feel the tingling building again. He feels the waves of pleasure starting. With a gasp he comes, he comes deep inside her. Deep inside Chloe. She can feel his juices filling her pussy. Oh it’s so good to feel a man come inside her and fill her up. She rolls over, reaches up, pulls him down to her and kisses him hard. “That was just perfect lover boy”. All he can think is ‘wow, what happened.’

After they cleaned up, they went out to a Restaurant for dinner. Neil felt so proud to have Chloe’s arm slipped through his own. Where did she get that chain around her waist from? Surely every diner must feel as jealous as he feels proud.

After dinner, they walk the long way back to the hotel. It’s too noisy to talk. Talk comes later. Neil tells a little more about himself. Susan a little more about herself. Too soon it’s bed. This time with Neil seems so right. She falls asleep cuddled up to him. Warm, firm, masculine.

Morning sex is even more relaxed than the last time they were together. Neil asks if they can do it the same way as last time. Without hesitation, Susan rolls on her stomach and spreads her legs just a little. Neil straddles her and he is guided in. Last time this position was great, this time with the warmth and wetness of her tight pussy, it is just sensational. She is surprised at his stamina. He seems to fuck her forever. He wants it to last forever. She wants him inside her forever. Eventually, the familiar sensations start to build. He keeps it up steady until right at the point he thrusts hard two or three times as he comes inside her. Again his come shoots deep inside her. Deep inside Chloe. Susan just loves it when a man comes inside her. It feels so…right.

It’s time for her to go. She kisses him gently. She hopes she will seem him again. Neil watches her sexy bottom as she walks down the corridor. He hates business trips, away from home. Away from his wife and family. But, he is sure looking forward to his next one.

CHAPTER TEN

Lyn could barely wait for work to finish so she could get home and find out how Susan went. She was wet with anticipation of the story.

“Go on, tell me. How did it go?” Susan tells Lyn everything. Susan recounted in such a matter of fact tone; it seemed surreal. Lyn was hanging onto every word, trying to imagine what it would have been like. How good was it? Neil had asked and paid for Susan to have dinner with him and stay the night. How good was Susan to seduce him like that? She couldn’t imagine this girl she had known for so many years doing that to a man. Doing it for money. Doing it so well. 

Lyn leaned a little closer to Susan and discreetly kissed her on the cheek. Susan stopped mid sentence, looking a little startled. Lyn leaned right up close and kissed her again. “Lyn?” Susan asked.

The words tumbled out. Lyn emptied her heart. How much she wanted to hold her, to hug her, to kiss her. From the time she first moved in. How she dreamt of her. Fantasised about her.

Susan was a little shocked. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know what to say. I never have felt like that with a girl you know. Men ask you and you say yes or no. I didn’t realise it was going to be so hard.”

“Oh Lyn. I never knew. I like you; I like you a lot. But I can’t. I’m just not like that.”

Lyn was really embarrassed. “Susan, I shouldn’t have…”

“Of course you should, if you have feelings. It’s just I don’t know who I am or what I want yet. I have broken up with Steve. I have this new job. It’s all too much. I haven’t hurt you, have I?”

“No, of course not. I understand. You need your own space.”

Susan tried to reassure Lyn. “You and I are good friends here. I wouldn’t want to spoil that.”

“Of course not, I understand.”

Susan stretched out on the couch and reached up. Lyn took the hint and lay down on top of her. The two friends in each other’s arms, Lyn’s head nestling into Susan’s breasts. Lyn felt comfortable, but she wanted more. Susan was worried that she had really hurt Lyn’s feelings.

Later that night, Lyn was in her room in the dark. The flat was quiet, Susan was out working. Lyn tried to imagine Susan and her client, but her fantasy didn’t work tonight. She started to rub herself, just like so many times before. This time if felt such an empty gesture. What fool her. She bared her heart and of course Susan said no. Why would Susan be interested in her? It was logical. No relationships, no commitments, Susan’s work was in the say. It was sensible. But why did she feel so empty, so abandoned, so lonely? Oh Susan, she loved her so! Now that Susan said no she realised the love that wasn’t meant to be. It was love that was deep, it was love that was doomed.

Lyn tossed and turned for yours. She heard Susan come home late and go to bed. Eventually, in the dark, she drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

After a couple of months working as an Escort, Susan realised that this was not her final life ambition. However, she was popular, she was earning good money and the clients were mostly okay. She expected she would be in the industry for a while to come. For a few years at least. She needed to tell her family.

She called her sister, Linda, and invited her over for coffee.

“Linda, you know I changed jobs”.

“Yes, you have been a bit mysterious about that.”

“Well, I am working as an escort.”

“What!”

“Yes, a high class agency. Money’s good.”

“An escort!”

“Yes.”

“Have you told mum and dad?”

“No, I wanted to tell you first. Please Linda, don’t tell them yet. I will be seeing them on Saturday. I will let them know then.”

“Okay. Are you sure that this is what you want from life?”

“No, not really. But it is where I am and I hope that you accept my decision.”

“Of course I do. Now, what’s on the menu, I’m hungry.”

Her parents had already invited her around for dinner. After the meal, Susan broaches the subject. She asks them if they knew what an escort does. Her dad does. She clarifies the market, girls working from parlours and visiting hotels for 30 minutes at a time. The high end is more companionship than sex.

“And so?” her Dad asks.

“Well, I have been working as a high-class escort for a couple of months now, and I think I like it.”

After that, the rest of the evening was a bit strained. Susan made her excuses and left early.

A couple of weeks later, after the fuss died down a bit, she got together with her dad. Dads are protective about their girls. 

“Tell me Susan, what is it like?”

“The minimum booking is two hours, and that is just time together in his room. Pleasure for him and often enough fun for me. Sometimes I have longer bookings with dinner. Sometimes a show, the opera, a concert – classical music mainly. Sometimes I stay the night.”

“Stay the night! What do you do for the whole night?”

“We have dinner, make love, sleep and then we can make love in the morning as well. Like I said, it is the companionship.”

“Do you like it?”

“It’s not a lifetime career but it is okay most of the time and I am doing well.”

“Well, if it’s want you want, then you have my support.”

“Thanks Dad.”

“By the way, what’s your name? The name you work under.” 

“Chloe. Chloe Blake”

CHAPTER TWELVE

The mobile rang; it was Elegant Models. “We have a couple for you Chloe. It’s for dinner as well. Are you interested in seeing a couple?”

“Yes, a couple’s fine.”

“Apparently it’s his fantasy and she may just be going along with it, so be gentle.”

“Okay.”

Susan dressed more conservative than sexy. She didn’t want to overwhelm the female with her first impression. As usual, she rang from the foyer of their hotel to let them know she would be arriving in a few minutes.

She knocked on their door.

“Hello, I’m Chloe.”

“I’m John and this is my wife Annette.”

They had booked a suite and Annette was sitting on the couch in the lounge room. They both look about 30. Susan could see Annette looking away, clearly nervous and perhaps embarrassed. Susan made her way in. John offered her one of the armchairs.

Susan feigns thirst and suggests a drink. Beer for John. White wine for Annette. Susan shares the small bottle of wine with Annette, but she only takes a couple of sips herself. 

They try to get comfortable with some small talk. Susan discreetly avoids any probing of her own background, concentrating on them instead. John blurts out his fantasy and how Annette agreed to it. Susan replies that this was one of her favourites and she was sure they would all have a splendid time. 

Susan broke the ice. “Annette, you are so beautiful, I just can’t wait.”

Annette cheered up “You really think so?” 

“Oh yes, you are beautiful and this is going to be special for both of us. I am sure you have been looking forward to this and if you like we can start now.”

The bedroom was separate, very large, with a King – sized bed.

“Annette, could you please unzip me.”




Susan's Story



Annette nervously got close to Susan and unzipped her dress. Susan pulled it away and removed it. Her underwear was a nice discreet white.

“Now, tell me, are you excited?” Susan asked Annette.

“I suppose so” Annette replied, sounding anything but convincing.

Susan took the lead, “I want to feel your soft body pressing into mine. I want to feel your soft breasts. I love the feeling of a woman in my arms. I want you Annette. Let me show you.”

Susan unbuttoned Annette's blouse and pulled it apart. Annette removed it. Following the cue, Annette unzipped her skirt and it joined the pile of clothing on the floor. The two girls stood in their underwear, facing each other. Susan gently kissed her. She remembered her first time with Julie, how gentleness won her over. Annette looked at Chloe and tentatively hugged her. Susan responded, drawing them closer for a deeper kiss. Annette felt herself starting to get aroused. This girl was so soft, so different to a man. And yet so confident. Their breasts touched as they held each other tight. Annette felt Chloe in her arms, she liked the feelings of hugging a girl. Susan suggested they would be more comfortable on the bed.

They lay on the bed, still in each others arms. Susan kissed Annette on the mouth, on the nape of her neck, on her earlobe, on her shoulders. Susan reached behind herself and removed her own bra, exposing her firm, young breasts. Annette looked at her in envy. Susan asked Annette if she would like to explore her. “Oh yes Chloe.”

“Then please do.”

Annette kissed Susan’s breasts, her nipples. She explored one and then the other. Susan felt herself getting aroused. Yes she likes men, but she likes women too. Susan eases her panties down. 

“Annette, lets get you comfortable.”

Annette removes her underwear, revealing her neatly trimmed bush. 

“Oh, that’s better” Susan said as she started on her. Susan kissed her head to toe and back again. She tongue-kissed her. She held her in her arms. She smothered her with affection. Annette felt her arousal growing; she could feel her wetness building. 

“Can I make you come?” Susan asked.

John has removed his clothing by now and he is admiring the two beautiful naked girls on the bed. His erection is throbbing as he enjoys the show. He watches as Chloe kisses her way down his wife’s body again before nuzzling down between her legs. Annette spreads her legs to give Susan access. She slowly ran her tongue around Annette’s wetness, slowly building the girls excitement. Susan thought ‘I’m no expert here. Just once before.’ She remembered what Neil did to her; it was only the other week. Copying his technique she circled the hood of her clit with her tongue. She felt the wetness building; she could sense the muskiness of arousal. She continued to circle. Annette pulled her hips down and away. Too hard. She relaxed her tongue and tried again. This is harder than she thought. Slowly she slipped a finger into the wet opening. What a sensation! She bent it over and crooked it back. She felt Annette tense. That’s it. She was circling in the same regular stroke now. Annette could feel her excitement build. The sensation of Susan’s wet tongue was heavenly. She needed to come, she needed Chloe to make love to her and make her come. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations. They started to build. The tingling started at her face and fingers. It gradually moved down her body; closer and closer to where Susan’s tongue was. She felt it building, building. With a gasp, she came.

Instead of stopping, Susan continued. She continued to lick and stroke with her finger. Annette felt the feelings building again. She raised her hips, trying to force Susan’s face harder onto her. Again those feelings flood through her. But Susan doesn’t take her face away. Annette wants her to stop and she wants her to keep going. Once more she feel it build up, this time she cries out. Again she comes.

It’s too much, she needs to stop, she needs to recover. Annette grabs her head and eases it away. Susan looks up, her face moist with Annette’s juices. Susan smiles at her. Annette lies there recovering as Susan feels proud. 

After a minute or so, Annette asks “Chloe, I would like to make you come too.”

Susan gets comfortable and Annette starts tentatively. Susan is so hot from the excitement of Annette’s orgasms that she needs this more than anything else. John watches his wife now, her head buried between Chloe’s legs. This is really exciting. Annette tries to follow what Susan had just done. She found Susan’s pussy a little hard to work out. She knew just how to rub her own, but someone else? Instead, she went with her own instincts. She knelt back and slipped two fingers inside Susan’s wetness. So snug. No wonder men like it in there so much! She extended her thumb beside Susan’s clit. She started to finger-fuck her, her snug pussy responding to the two fingers and her clit responding to the pressure of her thumb. She could feel Chloe’s wetness. She kept up the stroke, slow and even. Susan could feel the sensations build. She willed Annette to keep going, she was so close.

Susan is gripping the bedspread. “Oh Annette” she cries out. She feels it building and then she comes. Like Susan did to her, Annette keeps on going. She continues to steadily lick at Susan’s clit and to press hard with her finger. Again Susan feels the wave of pleasure sweep through her body. “Oh heavens” she cries as her next orgasm envelops her. Still Annette keeps it up; she is enjoying this giving of pleasure more than receiving. She is drowning, drowning in Susan’s juices. Her breathing is ragged with excitement. Again Susan feels the wave of an orgasm build and flood though her.

Susan can’t take it anymore. She rolls onto her side, away from Annette. She needs a moment to recover. Annette is taken, she holds Chloe in her arms, nestling her head.

This is too much for John. He is on the bed now. Shows over, he needs release. Susan suggests to Annette that she thinks John needs her now. 

Annette gets onto her knees, head down and John enters her from behind. John’s excitement takes over and he starts thrusting deep and hard. Susan kneels beside the pair of them, stroking Annette, playing with her breasts, feeling her clit from below. She can feel John pulling at her pussy lips, his manhood is so close to her fingers. She rubs Annette while John thrusts faster and faster. 

John looks at the two girls, the back of his wife and the beautiful stranger caressing Annette while he fucks her. He thrusts hard and fast, the sensations of his orgasm start to build. The sensations start to build in the base of his penis, the familiar waves of pleasure ripple along steadily. He gasps as he comes. He is spent.

It took some time for them to recover, but eventually they cleaned up for dinner. John had made a booking for three at a quality Asian restaurant nearby. John and the two ladies. One each side of him. He feels like that cat who got the cream. Two beautiful ladies. 

After dinner they returned to the suite. Annette had a couple of glasses of wine with her meal and she is feeling bolder. “Chloe, I would like to see John fuck you.”

“Are you sure Annette?” Susan replies.

“Yes, I would like to watch, it’s my turn now.”

Susan and John undress and make their way to the bed. John asks for 69. They position, Susan on top. John works at Susan’s pussy, her lips and her clit. He feels her wetness as she works on his prick. Annette has removed her clothing again and is rubbing herself to relieve the excitement of the lovemaking happening just in front of her.

Susan feels him getting aroused and decides it’s time to change. She lets him go and eases off. Discreetly she rolls a condom on and then lies on her back. 

Annette watches as his manhood slides into her, she watches Chloe as she is filled with her husband. She climbs onto the bed and reaches behind them. She plays with his rod as he pumps inside Chloe. After coming earlier, John takes a while to build up his arousal. Susan feels him, sweating as he struggles to reach the peak that all men must reach. His hair is matted, his face is shining in the light. Annette watches from behind. Annette cups his balls as watches Susan’s pussy swallowing his penis. Faster he goes, faster and faster. Deeper and deeper. With a gasp he comes, he comes inside her, inside Chloe. 

After a few moments to recover, it is time to clean up and get ready. All three shower together again, as if they needed to spend their final time together naked and intimate. They take turns to dry each other. Soon it is time to go. Susan kisses both of them and tells them she had a time she won’t forget.

EPILOGUE

After a further six months, Elegant Models promoted Susan to an ‘Elite Courtesan’. She is now one of their top – listed escorts, and her charge out rate is increased accordingly.

She continues to see Neil overnight every month or so, and she waits in anticipation for each booking with him. She has also picked up a couple of other ‘regular’ clients; each of who were granted ‘Chloe’s special service’. Regular clients are trusted and don’t need to use condoms. She looks forward to each of her ‘regulars’; the meeting of old friends, in the case of Neil it’s more like the meeting of lovers. She likes the ‘special service’, the feeling of skin against skin, a warm hard penis inside her, the come running out of her at the end.

She was in the flat, daydreaming, when the mobile rang. The name ‘Elegant Models’ flashing on the handset. Another client.



Susan's Story



My wife lived at the beach before we married and said she had always fantasized about one particular house along the beach. There always seemed to be parties going on and she had always wondered what happened at them. Being blonde, attractive, and possessed of a good imagination, here is her fantasy. At least, she says it was just a fantasy.

Susan enjoyed her strolls along the beach, the cool evening air as the sun went down making a pleasant contrast to the heat of the day. The houses along this part of the beach all backed directly onto the sand, giving their owners magnificent views of the ocean and of the setting sun. As she had so often done, she strolled past the big house half way down the beach, where apparently there was yet another party in full swing. 

As she looked up, a good-looking man leaning against the railing waved to her and shouted "hi there!" 

Susan waved back to him. 

"Come on up!" he shouted. 

Susan thought for a moment and then turned towards the steps and climbed up to the deck. As she reached the top, she was met by a tall, dark-haired man in jeans and a sweater. 

"Hi! I'm Chris. Welcome to my house. Do come on in. What's your name?" 

She followed him inside and said "I'm Susan, I just live down the beach. I like your house, by the way." 

It was an eclectic mix of casual and modern with contemporary beach thrown in.

"Why thank you! I'm afraid you missed the food but I can offer you a glass of wine" he said, and disappeared towards what she presumed was the kitchen. 

Susan looked around the room. It was fairly crowded with people, mostly couples, surrounding a glass-topped dining table in the center of the room. The lighting was subdued, with candles burning on the side tables. Music was playing on the stereo, some cool jazz track she hadn't heard before. 

As she looked across the room, she caught the eye of a couple who had been casually chatting but who both turned towards her as she looked at them. They smiled at her. Dark-haired and with similar features, they could have passed for brother and sister. 

"Here you are, sorry about the delay". 

Susan turned and took the offered glass and smiled at Chris. 

"Excuse me one moment and I'll be back, I promise" he said and disappeared once more. 

She turned back towards the room and again caught the gaze of the dark-haired couple. As she did, the man took his right hand and slowly and deliberately undid the top buttons of the girl's white blouse. Neither of them took their eyes off Susan. He put his hand inside her blouse and casually played with her breast. 

Susan looked away at the rest of the room. Everybody seemed to be chatting away normally, taking no notice of the couple. 

Fascinated she looked back and as she did, the girl reached down and undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse, down to her waist. She pulled open one side of it to reveal her right breast. The nipple had been pierced and the small gold ring glinted in the candlelight. The man transferred his hand to her nipple and started playing with it. Without taking his eyes off Susan, he teased the exposed nipple with his fingers, pullinq gently on the ring. The girl closed her eyes and leaned back against the man.

Susan watched, engrossed in their performance, and was suddenly startled by the return of Chris.

"Sorry about that. Oh, I see you've met James and Joanne. They like people to watch." As Chris waved to them, they smiled back and then James turned to Joanne and kissed her. Susan turned back to Chris and caught his glance at her breasts. The cool night air and the sheer material of her blouse made it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. And the show across the room had certainly helped maintain the erect state of her nipples.

"Hi Chris, when's the entertainment begin? Who's your friend?" 

A blonde girl appeared from behind Chris and smiled at Susan. 

"This is Susan. Susan, say hi to Cindy!"

Susan shook hands with her and smiled back. Chris turned and whispered something in Cindy's ear. 

Susan took a sip of her wine and couldn't resist a look back across the room at the dark-haired couple. They were watching her again and both smiled a little secret smile at her. The girl's blouse now completely open, this time his hand cupping her left breast, teasing the nipple, which was similarly adorned with a small gold ring.

"I don't think she's wearing a bra. Do you mind if we look?" 

Startled, Susan turned back to Chris and Cindy, who had been joined by another man who was intently looking at her breasts. Chris smiled at her and said "I'm sure Susan wouldn't mind, would you?" 

She shook her head slightly, feeling a little disconcerted as she watched as Chris unbuttoned her blouse down to her waist and parting the material to reveal her breasts. 

"Perfect!" he said, and stroked her right breast, lightly grazing her nipple with his palm. 

"What do you think, John?" John nodded and put his hand out and lightly played with the other breast, teasing the nipple between his fingers. Susan stole a glance at the couple across the room. They smiled and nodded in approval. Susan looked back at the two men, both intent on their stroking of her breasts. 

Cindy said "you don't wear any underwear at all, do you?" 

Caught off guard, Susan shook her head, and felt Cindy's hand lift her skirt and trace a path up her thigh until it found her mound. Cindy watched Susan intently as her fingers played with her, slipping into her, exploring. She felt a hand on her chin and tilted her head to Chris's kiss. She felt herself melting as his tongue slipped between her lips and she opened her mouth to a deep and sensuous kiss. 

The hands on her breasts caressed and fondled, then concentrated their attention on her nipples, squeezing and teasing the tips into hard little points. Susan felt Cindy's finger inside her and began to feel really turned-on by the whole thing. 

Chris broke the kiss and looked at her and said "you are a great kisser, and you have a great body!"

Susan smiled back, conscious of Cindy standing on one side of her, hand under her dress, finger sliding over her clitoris and John on the other side, casually playing with her breasts.

Cindy turned to Chris and said "She's quite wet, you know."

Susan blushed in embarrassment, but Chris grinned.

"Excellent! Help me lift her onto the table. You don't mind, do you?" 

Susan didn't know what to say as she felt herself being lifted up and placed on her back across the glass-topped table in the center of the room. She lay back, her legs dangling over the edge. 

She felt her skirt being lifted up to her waist and lifted her head to see Chris move between her legs, unzip his trousers and take out his cock. She felt his hands on her hips pulling her to the edge of the table and then his cock slowly pushed inside her. She closed her eyes for a moment, adjusting to the sensation of his cock filling her, then it slowly pulling out, before pushing back in, this time with more force, then setting a steady rhythm that began to feel really good. 

She opened her eyes again to see Cindy and John watching her intently. She glanced around the room. Most of the couples had stopped their conversations and had turned to watch her, enjoying the spectacle of the pretty blonde girl on the glass-topped table being fucked by their friend Chris. 

Susan felt Chris's movements turn to short, quick, urgent strokes and then felt him stop, hardly moving at all and then his cock started pulsing inside her as he came. He looked down at her and smiled. 

"Fantastic! Thanks for being a good sport! Here, let me help you up."

He took her hand and pulled her to her feet. Susan stood, a little wobbly but hardly had time to say a word before she felt John's hands on her waist, turning her around and his hand pushed her forward. She rested her forearms on the table and felt her skirt being lifted again and this time, John's cock slide into her from behind. He was much more urgent. His hands gripped her waist and she felt herself being rocked backwards and forwards, her nipples grazing the surface of the table as his cock slid in and out of her.

She opened her eyes and looked down at the table. Through the glass, she saw a man sitting on the floor looking up at her. He smiled, so she smiled back. He was holding a video camera in his hand with its red light blinking and was obviously taping the action unfolding in front of him. She looked up and saw James and Joanna looking down at her, watching her intently. 

She felt a hand under her chin and she lifted her head to see a large and very erect cock, very close to her. It moved closer and she opened her mouth, taking as much of it as she could. The thrusts from behind became more urgent, pushing her onto the cock in her mouth. She really wanted to come and was grateful when she felt a hand reach under her and start playing with her clitoris. 

She reached up and grasped the cock sliding in and out of her mouth, which was very close to sliding down her throat, something she had never done before. She felt hands holding her head steady. Suddenly, a hard thrust from behind pushed her forward and the cock was in her throat. She panicked for a moment before it withdrew, allowing her to breathe. Hands on each breast played with her nipples and she felt the fingers renew their urgent attack on her clitoris. Suddenly the cock in her mouth stopped thrusting, and she felt the tension building. Then everything happened at once. John's cock began to pulse as he came inside her just as the cock in her mouth pulsed too and the salty liquid spurted into her mouth. Then she too came, her whole body reacting to the sudden warmth of the feeling as the fingers on her clit slid away. She collapsed on the table and then willing hands helped her stand. 

Cindy gave her a hug and everybody applauded.

"You were a really good sport. And thanks for being our entertainment!"

Puzzled, Susan looked at Chris who smiled and said "all our parties have themes and this week, the theme was 'sex with a perfect stranger' and we were very lucky you were walking by!" 

Susan didn't know what to say, but was saved by John, who gave her a big hug and said "next week, the theme is masters and slaves. Would you like to come?"

Susan smiled and said "I'll think about it!"



Susan's Story



This is not a Tabby story. It is the closest to a true story I have written. Some details have been changed a little, but not many. It is a little more philosophical towards the end, but I hope you will enjoy it just the same.

* 

A group of us had decided to meet at the mall, near the McDonalds. We often met there. I dressed in my favourite mall outfit, a tight fitting shiny blue cotton top with string straps and blue denim skirt which buttoned up the front. Sneakers and white socks made up my outfit. 

When I arrived there was only Barbie, Zoe and Jo. Usually there would be about a dozen of us.

Not a lot was happening and we just hung out, talking to some of the other teens who passed through McDonalds or the mall. It was starting to get late and there wasn't much happening.

As boredom was about to make us all give up a guy approached our group. He was old, at least old to us. I guessed in his forties. 

"Hi girls," he said in a cheerful voice. "How things tonight?"

At first we thought he was a social worker looking for wayward teens. Then we looked at each other as he offered us a bottle. It was whiskey. 

We all took a drink. It was rough on our throats but we all pretended to be cool and hold our coughs in. He talked, about all sorts of things.

Soon the whiskey had run out. All four of us girls were drunk, or at least tipsy. We were laughing and giggling. The guy, who was called Matt, looked at the empty bottle and laughed.

"What about another bottle, eh girls?" he said.

There was another round of giggles, but we all nodded in agreement. The evening had been boring up until now.

"Who wants to come with me to the liquor store?" he asked.

Zoe and I exchanged glances and then looked at the other two. A silence fell over the group. Jo and Barbie said they wanted some McDonald's. Zoe agreed with them.

"I'll go with you," I volunteered when it was clear nobody else would. "You guys get me a burger and fries ok? And we will get something stronger to go with it?"

Matt and I stood up. The liquor store was about 100 yards inside the mall near the exit on the other side.

"We'll be back soon," Matt said with a smile.

"Don't do anything we wouldn't," Zoe called after me.

I smiled over my shoulder with a seductive look in my eyes. Maybe Zoe knew more than she was letting on.

Outside the liquor store Matt felt in his pocket for his wallet. He searched in several pockets, but no wallet.

"Damn!! I must have left it in the van," he said. "It's just outside I won't be long."

"Hang on, I'll come too," I said, not wanting to wait alone.

We walked out of the mall and across the car park. Under a bright light was a dark coloured panel van. It had a painting of a mystical castle sprayed on the side, chrome wheels and highly polished. 

Matt went to the rear doors which were sprayed with the picture of a beautiful girl, dressed in a flowing silk robe. He opened the doors and flicked on a light inside.

The inside of the van was like a giant bed. A soft shag pile rug covered a raised bed which was covered in various other rugs and cushions. At the back of the van stood a cabinet with a stereo and a stack of CD's. In the other corner was a small bar with some bottles of spirits and beers and a selection of glasses.

I lent forward and ran a hand over the shag pile. It felt so warm and inviting. I smiled at Matt as I touched the bed. 

"Go on if you want," Matt said. "Crawl over and get my wallet, it's on that cabinet."

He pointed to the stereo cabinet. I could see it now beside the CD player. I looked at him. Crawl? Yes, I would like to do that.

I climbed into the back of the van. Feeling the shag pile under my bare knees and on my hands made me feel incredibly sexy. Without realising it my nipples had hardened under the skimpy blue top.

A hand touched my butt as I crouched on the edge of the bed. It slowly rubbed across the tight denim skirt as my butt stuck up in the air. The touch was gentle.

I glanced back, Matt was smiling back at me. I smiled, feeling hotter than ever. I had never had sex before, this feeling was partly due to the drink, partly due to Zoe (my best friend) telling me she had done it with her boyfriend and partly due to having just read a Cosmopolitan article on seduction.

Anyway I returned his smile and crawled forward, my butt in the air and my legs slightly apart. The denim skirt came well over my butt, forming a tight cover.

After one step on my hands and knees I looked back again. Matt was climbing into the van, pulling the door shut as he did. I turned and sat, my hands holding my knees.

He took the single step to my side then knelt. Taking my face in his hands he kissed me on the lips without a word. The kiss lingered, at first I didn't respond, then slowly my mouth relaxed and our tongues met.

His hands slipped to my shoulders and he gently guided me back to the soft shag pile rug. Our mouths were still locked together. As we reached a lying position one of his hands brushed my breast and a tingle went through my body. I could feel my nipples harden under the soft cotton top.

His mouth was still pressing on mine as he grasped my breast in his hand squeezing it. I squirmed uneasily as he touched me. My head was spinning. A strange warm feeling was passing through my young body.

A hand began touching my bare thigh, sliding over my soft skin so gently. I could feel my body quiver as it crept closer to my hem. Then it slipped under my skirt.

I pulled my head away from him and sat up. But his hand firmly pushed me back. His face was inches from mine.

"You are so lovely," he whispered. "You smell so good. I really want you."

Matt's hand held mine, he was guiding it. I looked down to his crotch where a definite bulge had appeared. He let me brush the front of his pants.

"I think you want me too," he smiled.

"But I'm only 18," I protested. "I'm too young."

"You are a hot young lady, a sexy lady. You need to feel a man, feel him in you, making you hot."

"I don't know," I stammered. My body was hot but my mind was racing.

"Come on," his lips met mine again and we kissed, his hand inched further up my leg.

I could feel a damp patch in my panties now as his hand touched the lace front of the fine white panties. His touch was a little heavier now that he was over my mound. A finger probed my wetness through the lace. 

"Ohhhh..." I moaned as I found my hand rubbing at his crotch. His cock was stirring, moving under the material of his pants.

Now he was kissing my neck, my head was flung back as he nibbled at my ears, licked my soft skin. He was sitting over me, one hand probing my wet pussy through my panties, the other cupping my small firm breast.

Then he withdrew the hand from my skirt and looked at me in the face.

"I was right wasn't I? You do want me," he smiled.

My desires had been hooked and I smiled back.

"Why don't you take off my pants and see what I have for you?"

A smile spread on my face as I propped myself up on all fours and crawled closer to his crotch. He stood as I knelt at his feet. I reached up and started to unzip his pants while he undid the belt. I tugged on them and they fell to the floor.

His cock was huge. The swollen purple head stuck out of the waistband of his shorts. I tucked my hands in the shorts and soon they followed the pants. Meanwhile he had unbuttoned his shirt and flung it aside.

Uncomfortable standing he dropped to his knees in front of me, his cock waving about. I looked at it, mesmerized. The alcohol, the heat of the night, my own inner warmth combined to lower my resistance. Never in my 18 years had I seen a real hard cock other than in the odd dirty movie.

My mouth seemed to go dry as I looked at it, captivated by the length and the way it twitched about, even as he held the base and edged forward, a little closer to me.

"You like what you see babe?" he asked quietly, his other hand brushing through my hair and resting at the back of my head. It's all for you, if you want it."

I couldn't speak. There was a nervous silence. Then he cupped my head with his hand and gently pulled my down toward the waving shaft. I resisted a little, not sure what to do.

"Just relax babe, let your instincts take you," he whispered coolly. "You know you want me...take me...take my cock...suck me."

My heart skipped a beat, what was I doing? Did I want this? Was it right? What would...? My lips met the soft bulbous head and my tongue seemed to dart from between my lips without my control. He let out a long, sensual moan as he closed his yes and held my head tighter. My lips parted letting his cock slide inside my warm moist mouth.

"There you are babe, no problem there was there?" He encouraged, letting his cock rest just inside my mouth. "Now suck it girl...suck my cock."

At least I knew what he meant even if I had never done it. I had seen it in a film and some friends talked about giving head to their boyfriends, usually to get them off before they had to have full sex. 

I started sucking, letting my lips slide further and further down the hard shaft. He moaned and leaned back, thrusting his naked body up in an arch, exposing more of his crotch. I licked and sucked on his shaft, my head bobbing up and down as he held it there lightly with one hand.

Matt groaned loudly as my mouth slipped over the hard cock. His cock seemed to be getting bigger and harder. I was taking it deeper now, it was almost making me gag. I could feel the tickle of his pubic hair against my chin as my saliva made the big, hard shaft shiny and wet.

"Don't let them cum in your mouth, it tastes horrible," I remembered Stephanie, an old friend, say once after she had let her boyfriend spurt a load into her mouth at a school dance.

It must have been the look in my eyes, or was it his own desire for other pleasures that made him stop. Whichever it was Matt released his grip on the back of my head and used his other hand to pull his cock from my young mouth, it slapped my cheek as he pulled back.

"That was great babe," he said in a soft, almost breathless voice. "But don't you think it is so unfair, me getting all the fun?"

Again my mouth went dry, despite the shiny ring of saliva around my lips. The words didn't seem to want to come. I just smiled. The heat in my body, the dampness in my panties was too much to handle.

"Yyyes..." I finally stuttered, not being sure why I was even saying yes.

We were kneeling facing each other, our knees almost touching through the deep shag pile. Matt reached for me and gently pulled at the bottom of the little cotton tank top. As he lifted the material, revealing my tanned body, I raised my arms. My little firm breasts came to view encased in a sweet little pink bra. With my arms up they were pulled tight to my chest, making the hard nipples seem bigger than ever under the soft pink material.

He let me reach back to unclip the bra. It followed the tank top to the ground. My naked breasts fell free. Matt stared long and hard at them.

"Oh, I love tender young breasts," Matt smiled. His hand came back to run over the naked nipples, feeling them. I let out a moan. "That's the girl...you enjoy now."

With that he lent forward to kiss and suck at my breasts. It was my turn to hold his head to my chest. The feelings were too hard to explain, they were carrying me along now. I just knelt, letting his mouth kiss and lick at my breasts. I didn't even notice his hands undoing each of the little brass buttons on the front of my denim skirt.

The blue denim seemed to peel away from legs, bringing the little white lace panties into view. I didn't notice as Matt continued to feast on my breasts, playing with the hard nipples, rolling them in his mouth and sucking them away from the soft firm breasts.

My moans continued as I felt his hand on my bare thigh. This was the first I had really noticed that the skirt was only being held by my heels against my butt. I didn't care now, I was wet and hot.

He kissed my chest, just below my breast, and then my belly near my button. His tongue darted into my belly button for a moment as he slid his hands up my body to my breasts. It tickled and I squirmed a little. My breathing was coming in short breaths.

"You OK babe?" he asked, pulling his head back as he spoke. I just nodded, looking down on him.

I barely noticed as he pushed me gently back to the floor of the van, my legs awkwardly twisting out in front of me as I lay back. His tongue was still working on my belly button, only now the feeling was more sensual.

His hands lowered to my waist as he kissed me at the waist-band of the little lace panties. I looked down. My heart was racing. He hooked a finger in each side of the waist-band and slowly started rolling my panties down my legs, kissing my pubic mound as it came into view, a spring of young pubic hair bouncing out to meet him.

Matt looked up at me as he pulled the panties clear of my crotch, leaving them around my upper thighs. I was looking down in stunned silence, my face not showing any emotion. Then he lowered his tongue to the hairy mound and slowly, lightly licked through the bush to the little pink object of desire.

I gave a startled moan as he flicked it across the moist clit. In fact the touch had almost made me scream. Now the tongue was buried down between my pussy lips, darting toward my pleasure centre. 

For some reason I parted my legs for him, as far as the stretched panties would allow. He grinned, resting his arms over each leg as he buried his face in my dark bush to start sucking and licking.

I shivered. A new, even stronger feeling was building, like a tense spasm through my body. I had heard of orgasms before, but never experienced one. Like a total wave, it enveloped my body in an electric jolt. Matt felt me tense and moan loudly as it pushed through my body. His tongue seemed to flick up inside me more vigorously as my pussy contracted.

"Oh, yeah babe, that was good, wasn't it?" He said sitting up, his mouth covered in my juice.

Again I could do nothing but nod. The feeling had left me like jelly. My whole throat was dry and seemed to be contracted as I looked for something to say. He was right the feeling had released something in me.

"Do you want me?" Matt asked, his face red with desire, his lips wet with my juice. I uttered a yes and nodded. "Good girl, you are so beautiful, I really want you."

I grinned as he moved up to kiss my cheek. The smell of my pussy overwhelming my cheap perfume. He kissed me on the lips next and I got to taste myself for the first time. It wasn't as bad as I thought. The kiss lingered, his lips slowly forcing mine apart so he could let his tongue explore my mouth again.

As we kissed I could feel one of his hands at my opening, touching me, masturbating my clit, keeping me on edge. A finger was gently probing up inside me. I groaned through the kiss.

"Your panties, babe, take them off," he said in my ear as he brushed past it. "Right off."

Somehow I fumbled for the white lace panties, still stretched between my thighs. He didn't move from where he lay between my legs and on top of me. It was a struggle to push the little white panties down my thighs to my knees. Then I had to move them down using my feet and legs. Finally I felt them on my sneakers.

One of the sneakers came off as I flicked the panties aside. Almost immediately he was pushing my legs wider. His finger was still playing inside my body. Now he was nibbling at my ear, his other hand grasping his own hard cock. I just held him to me, shaking a little.

"I...I...I'm not sure we...I...should do this," I said, finding a little croaky voice at last and realising what was happening.

"Oh, come on babe, sure you do," Matt smiled. "Remember how you felt just before? Well, it's even better with a cock." He had his cock at my entrance now. I was breathing fast. "You will love it. Besides you wouldn't want to disappoint me would you?"

I shook my head as I felt the swollen head push my pussy lips apart. My eyes were wide as I tried to look at what was happening between our bodies.

"You won't regret it babe," Matt said. "I know how to treat beautiful young girls just right."

I smiled weakly. His cock was in a little deeper. My pussy was so tight I could feel it being stretched as he slipped in. At least it was wet so the big hard cock slipped in easily. The further he eased in the more difficult it seemed though, I grimaced as it became a little painful.

"That's it girl, you're doing well, it always hurts the first time," he smiled quietly at me. His hand stroked my hair and he kissed my cheek gently. "I think I am almost there," he exclaimed as he stopped. "Now honey, this is it, your big moment. After this you won't be a virgin any more."

Big questions swept into my mind about life and virginity and what wanted and how I wanted it to be. There was no time to ask them let alone get answers now. Matt lurched forward a little, his cock plunging through my hymen into my cavern beyond. I gave a squeal of pain and pleasure as he rested again. A tear formed in my eye as I felt his big cock bloating my body.

"That wasn't so bad was it babe?" He asked, again stroking my dark hair back.

Tears welled in my eyes. I didn't know why I wanted to cry, I just did. My body felt different now and I wasn't sure why. The alcohol had worn off and I was aware of what was happening. All sorts of doubts started penetrating my mind.

Matt started rocking back and forth, his cock still stationary in my body. Then he pulled slowly back. I could feel the slippery pussy juice ooze from my body and trickle between my butt cheeks as he started to fuck me properly. In and out his big hard cock plunged. 

I groaned as I felt twinges of pain. The pain began to ease as his own breathing started to come in short gasps. He was pounding at my pussy now, holding my legs up and apart so he could get deeper. His balls bounced on my butt. Now another orgasm built in my young body. I couldn't control it. My heart beat hard as I felt a tingling in my toes and feet, a spasm in my body as I let go.

He had to relax as my pussy contracted hard around his enormous cock. Matt grinned and giggled as I wriggled under him. His hands holding my ankles, his face grinning down at me.

"See babe, you do want to be a dirty slut, like the rest of them," he blurted out before continuing his fucking. Harder and harder now he fucked my young pussy. As he knelt above me I could look down and see the cock slip in and out like a long pink piston. It was smeared with my blood and juice, giving it a horror film appearance.

Then he pulled my legs up and slammed his cock hard into me. I felt him tense, the veins in his head straining as he pumped a load of hot cum deep inside me. His butt twitched a little as he collapsed forward, lying across my body.

I was in shock. I didn't know what to think as he seemed to rest, taking in great gulps of air. My mind was a mess of conflicting thoughts.

"Fuck that was good," he finally said. "Did you enjoy it?" He brushed my hair aside as he sat up, letting his partly deflated cock slip from me. A trickle of cum followed to pool on my blue denim skirt.

I just stared, not sure what to say. The thoughts were so confused I couldn't formulate a reply. 

His hand came up to brush my cheek again and he lent over to kiss me tenderly on the lips. I let him. He kissed my ear and my cheek. Then he returned to my mouth, forcing my lips open again to let his tongue wander inside. 

Once again I seemed to be mesmerised in a state of shock. He continued the kiss, his hand returning to my young breast. His other hand found mine and he guided it to his cock. He pressed my fingers around the sticky semi-hard organ.




Susan's Story



"Stroke my cock," he commanded softly in my ear as he broke the kiss.

I obeyed, letting my hand jerk his cock to hardness once more as he kissed and fondled me. There was no resistance to his touch, not even when he moved between my legs again. This time I was the one guiding his cock to my open wet pussy. 

There were a few moments when I gave a start as a shot of pain went through me. These were from the cock pushing through some matted dry pubic hairs on the way to his prize.

This time he eased himself inside me more easily. Then there was no holding back. He fucked my young body long and hard. His hands mauling at my breasts. He grunted as he raised himself up over my body, grabbing my ankles to fuck me deeper.

"Oh yeah, you dirty little slut," he called out as he pumped my body. "Fuck you are good."

I moaned a little. This time my body wasn't reacting the same. There was no pleasure now, just the feeling of being fucked. In and out he plunged. My breasts bounced on my chest. Then he fired a load inside me again, holding my legs up and kneeling up in triumph, laughing as I lay there, tears rolling down my cheeks.

Once more he collapsed over my body, licking my nipples and letting his dirty long cock slip out. More cum slipped from my body to pool under me.

"Don't cry babe," he said tenderly as he got back up onto his knees. "You were wonderful. Don't listen to all that slut-talk, I just get off doing that, lots of guys do."

"Yeah," I managed through a few long sobs.

"Here, clean yourself up," he said reaching for a packet of cleanex that sat near one of the walls of the van.

The small squares of tissue wiped my tears away. I looked down at the creamy white mess between my legs and the little trace of blood on one thigh. Quietly I wiped the visible traces of cum from my body. Matt sat back and watched, stroking his big hard cock again.

Finished with my cleaning I looked around for my clothing. The bra and tank top lay on the shag pile near my hands. I picked up each garment and put it on, adjusting my breasts in the pink bra. 

The panties had ended up a little further away and my sneaker was near my left ankle. Once again I looked down at my naked crotch. The denim skirt was stained with cum. 

"I...I...can't wear...," I started to protest at the dirty skirt and realised that I had little choice. In fact Matt just shrugged as he watched me button up the tight fitting little skirt, his cock still hard in his hand.

I crawled over to where the panties were lying, a little tuft of white on a deep blue rug. As I crawled over to the little piece of lace I felt Matt's hands grasp my hips.

"Once more babe," Matt whispered, leaning over my back. "One more time, doggy style. See how much you make me want you? You are just too good, I want that pussy so much."

"No, please, no more," I pleaded. I was tired, sore and confused. "I think I should go."

His hand was pushing the tight, damp skirt up over my back. "You wouldn't want to leave me unsatisfied would you?" he asked as he rubbed my bare pussy. "Come on babe, you were loving this so much before. Just once more for me."

I froze as I felt him rubbing his cock through my slit, moving my legs apart a little. I just let it happen. He pushed forward, kneeling behind me. His cock sliding into my wet hole easily now.

"Oh, you do want it babe, you do want me," he grimaced as he began to fuck me. "Oh, yeah, such a good little virgin. Letting me fuck her like a dirty doggy slut. Oh, I love it."

I let out a moan. He had stirred my feelings again. I could feel it deep inside me. I wanted his cock now. I was pushing back against his thrusts. It felt so good. My face was red as I felt the orgasm build. I wanted to scream as it passed through me, forcing me onto my elbows. 

Matt slowed to let my orgasm pass as he held my waist. Then he plunged back into the tender swollen wet pussy. In and out, in and out, harder and harder. 

"Yes...yes...fuck me," I cried out.

"Ohhh...ohhh," he moaned. Unable to hold on he plunged in one last time and filled me again. His cum dripped down from my pussy as he pulled out immediately.

I turned to look at him. This time I was smiling. Yes, Matt had taken my virginity, but he had also shown me a new pleasure. I reached for the panties.

"No, they stay," Matt said as I picked them up. "My little souvenir my dear. I want to remember you...and they have your scent." He reached out and I let them fall into his hand.

I sat back and pulled on my sneaker instead as matt crawled to a cabinet next the stereo. He slid open a draw and dropped the delicate lace garment inside. I caught a quick glimpse of the draw before he closed it. The whole thing was full of ladies panties.

Quickly he dressed and we slipped out of the van. I was conscious of the dark, wet stain on my skirt, the lack of panties under it and my ruffled look. Matt bent down and kissed my cheek. "Here," he said finding a $50 note in his pocket. "Buy that bottle for your friends."

"I think I might just head home," I smiled back holding the money out for him.

"No you keep it, you earned it," he said.

"When will I see you again?" I asked hopefully.

"Never, tomorrow I will be miles away babe," he said. "I never stay long anywhere. Unless you want to drop by with one of your friends later? I fancy that short blonde chick." He smiled.

"You are a..." I couldn't find the words.

"That's me. By the way I hope you are in some kind of birth control babe, cause we just did that bare back." 

The feelings of confusion were returning as he jumped in the van and backed out. I didn't even get a licence plate as he left. 

I wasn't on the pill, but fortunately our activities did not produce the outcome he was suggesting, I was lucky. I wondered how many other girls had escaped as luckily as I had. My first sex. Did I enjoy it? Well, I could have sulked and claimed rape, but that's not my style. No, I decided that I would make it a good experience and learn from it.



Susan's Story



This is my first try at writing from a woman's point of view. I don't pretend to know about women, on the contrary, I've spent sixty years trying to figure them out. This could be a dismal flop. Let me know what you think.

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My name is Susan Durant. I am five feet three inches tall and I weigh one hundred seven pounds. I'm in great shape. I'm twenty two years old, but this story really begins ten years ago. That's when I first learned about sex.

The sex education class in school brought me information that I hadn't even suspected existed. I was consumed with curiosity. Luckily, my curiosity was offset by a giant dose of cowardice. Six years slipped by with my curiosity growing ever stronger and my cowardice growing weaker.

On the morning of my eighteenth birthday, I resolved to make my move. Early in the morning, I set my scheme in motion. I selected my sexiest dress and a pair of see through panties. I would wear a transparent bra, just in case I got that far. My target was my brother, Kevin. You see, I was in love with Kevin. I had been in love with him for a long time. I had wondered about real male equipment. Maybe the stuff in the magazines wasn't real. I decided to find out, first hand, what exactly it was.

Mom and dad were leaving on vacation to California immediately following my eighteenth birthday party. As the party slogged on, I sat next to Kevin on the sofa. I snuggled up very close to him, showed him a little leg and whispered in his ear, "Kevin, honey, will you let me have a peek at your cock?"

"Okay, right after mom and dad leave."

Okay? Did he just say okay? Sudden panic flooded my being. "What did you say?"

"I said 'okay' as soon as mom and dad leave. Maybe now you'll stop bugging me. I give up. Okay?"

From then on the party moved along at the speed of light. Every one galloped out the door. Mom and dad left for the airport. The door shut. This was it!

Kevin went around the house locking all the doors and windows. I went to my bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. Did I really want to do this? It might change our whole relationship. Well, duh! Of course it would change our relationship. But I loved him. But he was my brother. But, but, but! I screwed up my courage and knocked on his bedroom door.

"Come in Suzie," he said.

I opened the door and saw him sitting on the edge of his bed. "Come here," he commanded. I walked to his bed. "Sit." I sat.

He held both of my hands. Looking into my eyes, he said, "I know you have been waiting for this for a long time. Well, I've been waiting too. It has been absolute hell keeping my hands off of you. The moment is here. I want you and I need you now!"

"I, I do love you," I stammered. "I thought it was just curiosity and at first, it was. But as we got older I began to realize that I really love you, not as a brother but as a man."

"You want to take a peek at my penis, huh?"

"Oh, yes, please."

"I hate to sound cliché but I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

Uh oh, I hadn't counted on having to undress for him. It occurred to me that I hadn't really known what I was supposed to do. This time curiosity with its two strong allies, love and lust overcame my cowardice. "Yes," I whispered.

He stood us up and started undressing me. Soon my ample tits were free and he saw them for the first time. He kissed them both and then sucked my nipples. This was obviously going to be more than show and tell. I knew at that point that my virginity was going to be just a memory. "Please don't hurt me," I begged, "I'm still a virgin."

I know," he replied as he stripped off his clothes. "It will probably hurt a little at first, but you'll get over it." He stepped forward, held me tightly and kissed me. It wasn't a brother, sister peck on the lips. I felt his tongue probing my mouth so I opened it a little and his tongue shot through and swirled around mine. I sucked on it. He sucked on mine. I could feel my pussy getting all wet and gooey. 

We broke the kiss. I looked at his cock. It was beautiful. Long and thick with a purple top. I had waited to see this for years and it was worth waiting for. "Can I touch it?" I asked.

"You're gonna do a lot more than touch it," he said, pulling me down onto the bed. "You're gonna eat it while I eat your pretty little pussy."

I felt his finger slide along my slit. He dipped a finger in between my juicy labia and moved some of my juice up to my clit. He rubbed it gently. Then he lowered his mouth to it and sucked it. My mind exploded. I didn't know anything could feel this good. His cock was dangling right in front of my face. I grasped it and guided it to my lips. There was a small drop of precum oozing out of the tip. I tasted it. It was a little salty, but not bad. I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth and moved my tongue around the tube on the bottom. I sucked really hard and felt him shudder.

My hips were bucking involuntarily. His lips on my clit were driving me insane. I felt him stick a finger into my hole. Only a little way in, he found my cherry. He backed his finger out and pulled his cock from my wanting lips. He settled on top of me. It was great.

"I can't stop now; I've got to fuck you."

"I'm ready," I replied. "Please be gentle."

I felt his cock slip between my labia. He probed gently forward and soon came to my maidenhead. I closed my eyes and bit my lip as he plunged past the barrier and thrust into me. There was a small sting when my cherry popped, but it didn't amount to much. Finally, I was being fucked by my brother! It felt so good. The more he stroked me, the better it felt. I started humping back against his thrusts. His pubic hairs brushed my clit and sent tingles all over my body I was constantly moaning. I started to sweat. He licked it off my forehead. It was so sweet!

Deep down within my pussy, I felt a sensation I had never felt before. It was better than anything I had ever felt, but it was taking control of my being. It scared me. Kevin sensed my panic. "Don't be afraid, let it happen. You are about to cum."

I wildly bucked my pelvis into him and clenched his cock with my pussy. My world was covered in a blue haze and I think I might have passed out for a second. When I came to, I felt his hot seed jetting into my center. He had slammed himself as far into me as he could and emptied himself against my cervix. It was just the coolest thing that had ever happened to me!

I felt his weight on me again as he relaxed. I hugged him as tight as I could. I didn't want to ever, ever let him go. I felt his limp cock slip from my pussy in a flood of our juices.

He rolled over beside me. "God, you are the finest piece of ass in the world!" he proclaimed.

I smiled at him and said, "Thank you for making me a woman. I'll love you forever. Don't ever leave me."

"I don't have any plan to leave you ever. We'll have to give some heavy thought to our future."

I reached for his instrument of pleasure and gripped it hard. It was throbbing in my hand. I had to eat it. I bent down and put it in my mouth. I felt it start to swell. I could taste his juice and my juice and a little blood. Soon it was hard and I was sucking it for all I was worth. I had one hand cupping his balls. As I sucked and sucked, I felt his balls retract. He shot another large load into my mouth. I tried to swallow it all. It tasted a lot better than I thought it would. I licked up what I hadn't swallowed and swallowed that too.

"We'll have to wait a while until I recover." He said. He was sliding his finger in and out of my sopping wet pussy. 

"Let's go take a shower," I suggested.

We got up and went into the bathroom nude together for the first time. He fondled my breasts while the water warmed. I could get used to this, a lot more of this. We stepped into the water and let the spray wash away the evidence of our sex. He washed my pussy for me. I was in heaven. Nobody had washed my pussy for me since I was a baby. I soaped up his cock and rubbed it slowly. He moaned softly as I washed his equipment. I looked down just in time to see it spurt a dollop of cum on the shower wall.

"That was so neat!" I exclaimed. "Can you do it again?"

"We'll have to wait a while Suzie. I've been going off like a machine gun and it'll take me some time to reload. Let's go change the bed."

"Oh, yeah," I said, remembering the soggy sheets. When we stripped the bed, there were some small drops of blood on the top sheet. "There lays my innocence," I commented.

"We can keep it if you want," he replied.

"I'll get the scissors," I said. "This will be a sweet reminder of our passion."

After I cut my souvenir from the sheet, I got hungry. "Let's go get something to eat," I said.

"Do you want to go out or order out?'

"Let's go out."

"Okay, but remember, outside this house you are my sister. Inside, you're my fucking machine."

I giggled and shook my ass at him.

We went to a good Italian restaurant. The meal was great. On the way home he said, "Do you want to go to the submarine races?"

"Oh boy, I've heard a lot about them. Let's go!"

He drove us to a bluff overlooking a lake fifty miles from town. I scooted over next to him. "When do the races start?" I asked.

"They're on right now," he answered.

I didn't see any submarines. The lake was calm and quiet. Suddenly it dawned on me that the submarine races were another way boys and girls had invented to get together. I put my hands around the back of his head and devoured his lips. I felt his hand slip under my bra and massage my tits. He tweaked my nipples. I moaned into his mouth and he jammed his tongue down my throat. I unzipped his pants and fished his cock out. It was already hardening. I jacked it and he groaned. "Let's get in the back seat," he said.

"Oh yeah!" I hastily agreed. 

Once in the back seat, he removed my panties and massaged my aching pussy. I slid his pants down to his ankles and sucked his cock into my mouth. "Don't let it cum," he admonished, "I want to fuck you here at the races."

I sucked slowly until I was sure he was a maximum hardness. Then I flipped around on the seat so he was between my legs. "Fuck me now!" I demanded.

His cock entered me at that moment. Once again my world exploded. He used long slow strokes to bring my heat up to overload. Then he stroked hard and fast, almost brutally until I was begging for release. I came in a shower of passion sparks. God, did I love the submarine races! After he shot his sperm into me we got dressed and drove slowly home.

We took another shower when we got home and went to bed. He spooned me from behind, inserting his penis into my vagina. I was so happy. I drifted off to sleep with his cock still in me.

For the next ten days we invented new ways to fuck each other. We even tried a little anal, but neither of us liked it. We were sitting in the living room watching TV when the doorbell rang. 

I got up and answered the door. It was the sheriff. "We're so busted!" I thought. 

"May I come in?" he asked politely.

"Sure officer come on in."

"Is your brother home?" 

"He's in the living room." I replied as I led the way.

"You kids better sit down," he said. "I have some really bad news for you. I don't know any other way to say this. Your parents were killed in Nevada driving from Los Angeles to Las Vegas. A drunk jumped the center line and hit them head on. I'm terribly sorry."

I wept uncontrollably for five days straight. Kevin took care of the funeral arrangements and got the insurance money deposited. Mom and dad had a lot more than I thought. There was a large bank account, a huge annuity and a five million dollar life insurance policy. Kevin opened a bank account for us and deposited all the money in it. I didn't know he had done any of that. I was crying. I couldn't stop.

Two weeks later, Kevin held me in his arms and kissed my lips. "The time has come to plan our future," he stated. "We both loved mom and dad, but we must move on now."

"I know," I sniffled, "I just can't get over how suddenly it all ended." I knew it would take me a long time to get over this. I wasn't sure I would ever get over it. We hadn't had sex since the sheriff's visit. I just wasn't in the mood.

"Listen honey, we've got to get away from this house and this town. I've been working on a great plan. I'll tell you what it is while we're on vacation."

"Vacation? Where?"

"Hawaii"

"Oh Kevin, it just doesn't seem right. After all, mom and dad......." he cut me off.

"You must face it. Mom and dad are gone. No amount of crying is going to bring them back. Do you think they would want us to be sitting here, getting drearier by the day? Hell, no! We've got to suck it up and start to heal before we become so wounded that we can't recover."

When he first said it, I thought that it was one of the cruelest things I had ever heard, but as I thought about it, I knew he was right. We had to heal. The pain was still great, but we couldn't mourn forever. "Okay Kev, honey, let's go to Hawaii."

"Great, I've already made all the reservations. We leave tomorrow."

I melted into his arms. I was glad I had someone to lean on, someone strong.

The big jet plopped onto the runway at Honolulu International Airport. We glided up to the terminal and deplaned into a waiting hotel limo. The hotel was beautiful. It was right on the beach next to Fort DeRussy. 

We took the elevator up to the tenth floor. The bellman opened the door and Kevin swept me up and carried me into the room. He tipped the bellman who smiled and left. I looked around. We were in a large suite with a huge heart shaped bed. "What is this?" I asked.

"This is the honeymoon suite," he replied. 

"We're not married."

"Merely a formality my sweet. We will be as soon as I can arrange it. That is, if you'll marry me."

Tears came to my eyes again but this time they were tears of joy. I threw my arms around his neck and rammed my tongue into his mouth. "Oh god, I can't marry my brother, it's against the law."

"If you know the right people, the law can be bent for true love. It just takes some planning and a liberal application of cash."

At that moment, my future became clear. I wanted to be his forever. "Yes, I'll marry you, you crazy man!"

"That's good, because the hotel thinks we're on our honeymoon."

He pulled my clothes from my body and I was suddenly naked before him. I divested him of his unwanted clothing and we just stared at each other, naked and unashamed. He held me tenderly and escorted me to our wedding bed. I lay there in happy anticipation of things to come.

Now, four years later I have two little girls. They are just so cute. Kev and I want to make a couple more of them and maybe a boy too. We sold our parents house and moved to Idaho. I never, in my wildest dreams, would have dreamed up this scenario, but it has turned out better than anything I could have dreamed. I love Kevin with all my heart. He loves me. We couldn't be happier. 



Susan's Story



This story was written for a special reader in hopes she likes it. I have re-written the story because I was not happy with the first version. Please send any comments or suggestions to me, as it is nice to hear from readers. I am fairly new at erotic writing and your comments are appreciated.

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CHAPTER ONE

Susan was a teacher at Randall College and she was highly respected for her teaching talents. She was 34 and had married her long time boyfriend. She was totally devoted to her job and carried out all her duties in a very professional manner. Susan always dressed conservatively, not drawing any attention to her slender, womanly body, which seemed to be more easily aroused as she got older. 

Of late, Susan had turned to masturbating to satisfy her sexual needs. These needs seemed to be increasing in intensity and were happening way more often than she cared to admit. Much too busy at work, she didn't seem to be able to find time to relax with Jay, her husband. Their sex life was very conservative and every time Jay wanted to experiment or try something new, Susan would refuse saying it was too weird. Thinking about it, Susan realized the new things Jay suggested actually turned her on. He mentioned anal intercourse, lesbian sex and even swinging with strangers but Susan flatly turned him down even though his erotic fantasies filled her with an excited desire.

Her parents instilled old fashion ideals in Susan, which she was very grateful for. All through her younger years, she didn't believe in sexual activity with any man without loving him first. This meant many nights of frustration and she inevitably turned to self-gratification for her fulfillment all through her teenage years. A girlfriend in university, Sally, had given her an electric vibrator and Susan used it for earth-shattering orgasms on many occasions. 

Lately, Susan found herself fantasizing about one or two of her students and that filled her with guilt. She would never do anything with a student but those erotic thoughts were coming much more often than in previous years. One of her students, an exchange student named Kaz, was from Russia and his rough demeanor seemed to intimidate Susan like no person had before. A lot of what Kaz said to her had definite sexual connotations. 

Somehow, Kaz had gotten her email address and phone number, which made Susan feel a little uncomfortable. Twice he had phoned her and although the conversations had started out light and friendly, they soon turned to sex talk. Susan had told him to stop but eventually she felt strange, erotic twinges deep inside. She did not get completely carried away but did say a few things that she regretted. 'Oh what does he think of me,' Susan wondered, as she let her guard down on more than one occasion.

Kaz smiled when he hung up the phone after talking to Susan the last time. 'Yes! She was hot,' he decided. The professional manner in which she dressed and her saintly demeanor made her appear even sexier to him. Kaz thought of devious ways to conquer his beautiful teacher and relished the conquest of getting into her pants. He understood women and knew how to take liberties with almost any woman he met. The crude, intimidating manners he displayed seemed to work on most women and Kaz played the dominating role to perfection.

'Yes,' Kaz deduced, 'Her guard is breaking down and I'll fuck my sweet professor before the semester is over. Susan commanded his complete attention and his evil plan of seducing her was working. It was time to attack. Kaz phoned Susan again and like in all his earlier calls, he worked the conversation to a discussion about sex. The young man smiled with satisfaction when Susan finally relented and told him how horny she felt.

Kaz's next command took Susan by surprise. "Feel your small breasts... feel them for me," he whispered in a stern, strict tone. She had to agree that her boobs were relatively small but she dressed in a manner to make them appear that way. On the rare occasions when she wore a pushup bra and showed some cleavage, most men would agree that her 34B's were indeed very appealing. One fact that Susan tried to keep very secret from prying eyes was that she had large, sensitive nipples.

Why her hands followed the student's orders was a complete mystery to Susan. Her fingers surrounded her breasts and gently fondled them as if her hands belonged to a secret admirer. She uttered a low moan when Kaz told her to roll the hard nipples between her fingers. For some profound reason, she complied with his instructions sending a tremor through her suddenly aroused body.

"Now I want you to describe your tits for me," he said hearing a shocked gasp from his beautiful teacher.

It was the first time in her life that Susan walked the balance beam of erotic bliss. She felt totally invigorated and uninhibited hearing his strong, manly voice and she spoke before reason entered her aroused mind. "They are... are small but firm. Oh gawd... my nipples... they're so, so, so," she whispered stopping before revealing the whole truth.

Susan described her perky tits and Kaz felt his hardon throb with anticipation. True they were not the biggest tits but they were perfectly shaped making them very seductive, he thought. Kaz remembered the odd occasion when Susan wore a shear bra and how her outstanding nipples were visible through the thin material. Some women had nipples that when erect, showed through clothing no matter what they wore.

Suddenly Susan got the urge to reveal a secret to the young man. She confessed to him that her nipples were overly sensitive and her fingers were pinching the hard buds making them throb like crazy. Her head seemed to be swimming with more lust than she thought was possible. His voice sounded too controlling to resist and her tummy rumbled with his every word.

Kaz told her how hard his cock was and the phone lines got hotter, as Susan experienced real phone sex for the first time. "I have my cock out of my pants and it is throbbing as I think of you. My fingers are around the hard, thick shaft and now I am moving my hand up and down," he said into the handset. "It feels so good to pump my hand up and down the shaft and it is jerking in my fist," he told her. 

Susan blushed even though she was alone and wondered what his cock looked like. His description filled her mind with images of a gorgeous, long cock and she felt her stomach flutter while thinking about it. Her vivid fantasy of touching the pulsating cock and feeling it burn her tender flesh, made her temperature rise to unbearable levels. Her breathing actually started to come in short, rapid breaths and she closed her eyes watching the erotic images on the dark side of her eyelids.

Kaz pumped his cock and told Susan to put her hand in her panties. "Slide your fingers down your flat tummy and into your panties," he ordered. "What does your bush look like?" he asked and waited for Susan's response. The silence was deafening and she didn't want to answer his prying question.

"Susan," he said, "I asked you a question and I want an answer!" he demanded. Reluctantly, she whispered, "It is quite small and the hair is trimmed on the sides so it won't show when I wear a bikini." Her response took all the courage in the world and everything she had. Susan blushed a bright red and she could not believe what she told her student.

"Now I want your fingers to roam through the hair and caress your flesh above your cunt," he told her. When he said that word, Susan's breath caught and she couldn't believe the added excitement. Her emotions soared skyward and beyond anything she experienced in the past. She could not understand why dirty talk inflamed her mind like it did when the young man uttered his filthy words.

Her student controlled Susan's fingers. Susan's skilled fingers caressed the burning skin and eventually dipped down to the fiery volcano. Her hips thrust forward wanting more when her finger grazed the very tip of her clitoris.

Kaz dreamed of her gorgeous teacher. "Spread your legs Susan and do something for me, will you?" he asked.

Susan held her breath waiting for what she knew was coming. Her dreamy blue eyes fluttered wildly thinking of the young man.

"Can you look down and see your pussy?" he asked. "Can you see your pussy lips... can you tell me what you see as I desperately want to touch you," Kaz told her. "My cock is so hard and stiff... you just have to tell me what you see."

The only man in her life to utter such devotion was her husband. Suddenly for some strange unexplained reason Susan was not satisfied with Jay's affection. She yearned for more and all of a sudden Kaz was far too dominant for her to resist.

Susan looked down at her exposed wetness causing her passion to reel. She was shocked at what she saw. The fingers of her left hand held the narrow crotch of her panties off to the side revealing her puffy labia. She spread her slender legs, as he demanded exposing the very tip of her clit to the world. All of a sudden she had the urge to touch it.

Without thinking, Susan whispered the response Kaz was waiting for. "I can see my pussy... the lips are wet... Oh gawd so wet."

"Yes, yes, go on and tell me exactly what you look like... it makes my cock throb," he begged her with excitement.

She couldn't get the image of Kaz's pecker out of her head. The thought of him stroking his big cock filled Susan's mind and her heart rate increased. No man had ever told her such erotic things and said that he wanted to masturbate thinking of her sexy body. 

Susan would forever remember her actions, as being reluctant. 

"The hair... my bush is very thin and sparse... I shave between my legs," she blurted out knowing it was wrong. Susan felt powerless to stop. "I can see my pussy... Oh gawd the pink... the clitoris. Oh no... No, gawd no," she whispered so softly. Her fingers rolled the tender bud around in the vast moisture pretending Kaz was the one caressing her hungry body. Susan desperately wanted to stop touching her clit but she knew it would make her student happy if she continued.

Susan could hear loud, raspy breathing on the far end of the phone line. In her mind, Kaz was sitting naked with his large, pounding prick in his fist. 'Oh gawd,' she wondered, 'what would he do if her were next to me?'

She was unable to stop talking for some unexplained reason. "My pussy feels so hot... wet, and I feel so aroused right now. Oh gawd... I'm so wet... throbbing," she eluded. "My fingers are touching it... down there and it feels so good," she told him with a sudden feeling of guilt for confiding such personal emotions.

Susan was sorry as soon as the words were out of her mouth. "I want you to touch me there." She knew Kaz would know what she meant and for the first time in her life, Susan was being unfaithful to her husband.

Kaz knew Susan would have feelings of remorse. He had to keep the action moving quickly, before she gained enough control to stop. "Feel your pussy for me, feel the clit and pinch it between your fingers the way I want to," he said. "You're so beautiful... so sexy... I've wanted to fuck you from the first day I saw you in class."

Without hesitation, her fingers did as he ordered caressing the vulnerable bub. Suddenly, Susan squeezed harder and felt her hips thrust forward, in a wanton manner. Pinching the center of her universe, her feelings skyrocketed upward towards an unfamiliar apex. Rolling the wetness between her strong fingers, she knew what was expected and this caused her breathing to become ragged and very rapid.

Kaz could hear the sounds over the phone and knew she was falling for his erotic conversation. His plan was working much better than he ever expected and soon he would have complete control of his beautiful teacher. He knew Susan was innocent and naive and this conquest would be the sweetest of his young life. She was married and obviously wasn't a virgin, but Kaz knew she did not have very much experience in sexual encounters.

He was determined to turn this sexy teacher into his personal sex slave. Mrs. 'T' would do anything to save her reputation and Kaz was going to take full advantage of this fact.

He probably had enough evidence of Susan fraternizing with a student but he wanted to complete the task. "I want you to feel your clit and keep caressing it for me," he ordered. "Susan... love. I want to make love to you more than anything in the world. Susan? Do you want to make love?"

She was completely bewildered that her fingers were moving at a blinding speed. She tweaked, pinched, rolled and caressed her most intimate clitoris while feeling the waves of desire wash ever so soothingly through her head. 

He did not need a direct answer. She would willingly become his devoted slave once he showed her the blackmail evidence of phone sex. He would fuck Susan one way or another, with or without her consent, he decided. Now Kaz would take things as far as possible to see how much he could humiliate his sexy goddess.

"Do you think you can bring yourself to an orgasm for me," he asked. "Susan, I want you to bring yourself to a climax and cum all over your fingers," he told her. 

The vulgar words seemed to incense Susan even more and before she could resist, her hand dipped. Instantly, her middle finger thrust into her wet channel and pushed forward so her finger was fully buried inside her pussy. No person had ever talked so dirty to her and this made her mind fall under his control.

Susan felt her face flush and start to burn with intense desire. Her fingers belonged to the devil. She pinched and rolled her most tender clit making her hips thrust madly.

"Susan!" he said sternly and in a voice that demanded an answer. "Susan... tell me what is happening!"

"I can't stop, I can't stop," she repeated over and over again as her hips rocked out of control. "I am cumming, cumming... Oh my gawd, I'm cumming," she whispered against her will but she knew he wanted to hear it. Her breathing became loud, out of control moans, and Kaz knew she was going through the throes of a violent orgasm. 

On and on her orgasm flourished, as Susan had never experience such an explosive climax, certainly not one that lasted this long. Ever muscle in her body tensed and she arched her back hoping to push her cunt up to her demented lover, her demanding fingers. Her juices flowed and she masturbated with his erotic words ringing in her ears. Susan's knew this was wrong but she was unable to stop the soaring passion, as it rushed over the mountainous crest. Her life stood absolutely still. The final spasms shot through her lithe body and she held motionless, as the waves rolled down the far side.

Susan's sheltered life was shattered by the explicit erotic fantasy. Her young student seemed to control her emotions even enticing her to masturbate against her will. She slowly became aware of Kaz talking through the speakerphone. "That was fantastic... the most erotic thing that has happened to me," he told her smiling with utter satisfaction. "Christ, I think my cock exploded and there's bloody cum all over the place," he whispered.

Susan did not find his attempted humor very funny. She was having a hard time focusing on reality with images of Kaz's big, hard cock filling her head.

Kaz anticipated a lovely adventure with his adorable professor in the very near future. He didn't want to scare Susan or make her suspicious of his plans so he decided to call it a night. His plan was to let Susan relax and relive the passionate evening so he said his good byes in a soft, reassuring voice. Tomorrow at school he would show her who was master. He vowed to turn sweet Susan into his very own personal slut. With that, he squeezed his manhood and pumped it vigorously with the visions of Susan's sexy body running through his mind.

***

The next morning, Kaz woke with a refreshed feeling and one that was only going to improve as the day wore on. His plan was formulated and now it was only a matter of carrying out the details. He felt aroused as he fantasized of his beautiful teacher and how Susan would soon to become his slave. Kaz was very aware of how she felt about her job and he knew she would do anything in the world to protect her professional dignity. A satisfied smile crossed his face preparing the next phase of his devious plan.

Kaz wrapped a skimpy, shear thong in a small package and taped a handwritten note to the outside. He planned to give this to Susan when he left the morning class. He would avoid seeing her the rest of the day knowing she would stew and fret over his demands in the note. Kaz would use this as a test hoping that by tomorrow morning, Susan would faithfully succumb to his requests.

Susan arrived at the college with a deep apprehension in her stomach. Kaz was in her second class of the day and she dreaded meeting her phone lover. Susan purposely avoided eye contact with her young student but she was well aware of his presence. His rough voice was heard every once in awhile and her heart skipped a beat every time he spoke. It was as if Kaz was speaking directly to her and it was her duty to listen. Finally she shook her head trying to get rid of the immense guilt feeling.

The bell rang to indicate the end of the class and Susan almost jumped out of her chair. She breathed a big sigh of relief knowing the dreadful class was finally over. Suddenly, a stocky figure stopped at her desk and she was afraid to look up. Slowly, the dark silhouette set a small package on her desk and departed the room without a word.

Susan stared blankly at the package wondering what it was. Slowly, she reached for it and began to unwrap the gift. She noticed the small note but was afraid to remove it from the wrapping paper. Removing the paper, her eyes opened wide as she saw the skimpy thong. Why on earth would he give her something like this, she wondered? There was no way she would ever wear such a thing at work.

Almost in a trance, Susan opened the note and read. "I recorded our conversation last night. I think the evidence that you had phone sex with a student is very evident," she read with tears in her eyes. "What do you think the college or teacher's association would say if they heard it? I will never tell anyone as long as you obey my demands," Kaz had written.

Susan stared at the paper and was suddenly afraid of what could happen if anyone found out. Yes, she had made a big mistake but maybe she could convince Kaz not to tell. There was more in the note and she continued.

"I want you to wear the thong all day tomorrow, or else!" he added. "Another thing you will do is shave your pussy. Shave it all or I will tell the board what you have been doing with your spare time." Surely he can't be serious, Susan thought?

All of a sudden the bell rang for the next class and Susan quickly put the note and panties in her purse. Not having time to dwell, she taught her class almost in a daze and the noon bell didn't come soon enough. She went to the lunchroom but took the time to check around for Kaz, as she just had to plead with him.

Kaz purposely avoided Susan for the rest of the day. The time seemed to pass very slowly until the final class of the day was complete and she thought the day would never end. When it was time to leave, she was totally exhausted from worrying about her student's blackmail.

Susan drove home in a daze wondering what to do. Jay wasn't home yet so she was alone with her dilemma. She took the items out of her purse and thought of ways to get out of the situation. 'What would he do if I don't wear the thong,' she wondered? 'What would he do if I don't shave my pussy?' Susan kept asking herself these questions but she was unable to find a way out.

Her mind was in another world all evening but Jay was too preoccupied to even notice. Susan's usual custom was to have a bath before bed so she ran the water in preparation. Suddenly she felt a wave of shame rush through her head, as she wondered what she would say to her husband about being shaved? 'No, I just can't do what he ordered,' she whispered.




Susan's Story



The bathroom was eerily quiet. She was almost in a trance lathering her legs like any other occasion when she shaved but this time her hand continued until her pelvis was covered with white lotion. Her hands were shaking but she slowly put the razor to her skin. Stroke after stroke went through her bush and in measly minutes, she witnessed her cleanly shaven cunt. Susan washed the excess lather away and she saw how baby-like her pussy area looked. Oh my gawd, why did she do it, she wondered? But it was too late to undo what had been done?

Suddenly her deft fingers dipped into her crotch. Skillfully, the fingers of her right hand split the red, puffy lips and grabbed the protruding clit. Pinching it, she began to roll it back and forth and realized that she was soaked with more than water. The slippery juices flooded her pussy and she was able to roll the puffy clit easily in the wetness. Quickly, the long finger of her left hand thrust into her waiting hole and Susan began pumping it in and out splashing water all over. Her hands moved faster and in seconds her passion reached a volcanic level. 

The feelings of guilt roared through her mind but she was unable to stop the self-gratification. She questioned her sanity but her fingers refused to stop, or even pause. The first spasm shot through her loving body and Susan suddenly realized that she was going to experience a mind-blowing orgasm. Squeezing the abused clit even harder, she brought the impeding orgasm to the peak. Her body trembled out of control. She went over the top in a sudden rush and Susan didn't care about anything else in her life when the orgasm expanded. On and on the explosions went, as her fingers milked every last ounce of lava from her loins. 

The spasms slowly subsided. Eventually Susan managed to still her hips and stop her body from shaking. Once the last shock wave erupted from deep within, she lay back onto the curved portion of the warm bathtub. She closed her eyes and refused to think of what had just happened or any of the dire consequences.

Her body moved like it was being controlled by outside forces. She carefully climbed out of the tub catching a glimpse of her image in the mirror. Immediately her eyes focused on her lower extremities and she thought it looked odd without any hair. It took a few seconds before she realized that indeed it was her body in the mirror. Although it appeared strange and new, a shiver of desire and excitement shot up her spine. For once in her mundane life, Susan experienced the thrill that she was being wild and crazy.

Susan slipped on a silky nightgown afraid to reveal her new look to her husband. Luckily, Jay was already sleeping and there was no explanation needed on this night. She carefully got into bed doing her utmost not to wake him. It must have taken at least one hour before she fell asleep, as her heart seemed to flutter madly with images of her newfound courage.

The alarm went off at six and Susan reluctantly got out of bed. She got ready for work as usual and everything went as normal until it was time to get dressed. Once again Susan caught sight of her newly shaved pussy. Her eyes grew wider when she slipped the overly skimpy thong over her slender hips. The small white triangle in front would never have covered her hair, she thought. Then she realized it was odd to be thinking that at this time. Turning around, she noticed how the string from the tiny patch at her waist disappeared between her ass cheeks. 

Susan shuddered and did not think that she could wear the skimpy thong. Looking again at the image, she reluctantly decided that Kaz would certainly want to know if she did as he directed in his note. Somehow, she had to convince him that his blackmail was all a mistake and that he should leave her alone. Susan was extremely proud of her accomplishments as a professor at the college but now it was all in jeopardy. She thought about the loss of control during her phone conversation with her young student remembering how she let her guard down. Suddenly she felt determined to fight Kaz and overcome his insistent, perverted demands.

Time was running short so Susan turned and completed dressing for the day. Again she tormented over doing what Kaz ordered. All of a sudden she wondered how he was going to prove that she had obeyed? No, she should never have followed his directions but it was too late so she headed off to work.

The morning classes went smoothly but Susan felt that everyone knew she was wearing a thong. Every time she looked at one of her students, they seemed to be smiling with that, 'I know what you are wearing,' look. It took until part way through the second class before she could relax and forget about the burning material covering her private area.

Susan dreaded the last class before noon. Kaz was in that class and he entered in his usual casual manner. He met her deep, blue eyes sending a shiver of fear through her mind. Susan felt the sudden realization of his superior strength and masculinity. She felt small and tender under his stare and a small vibration went through her body at the thought of his mastery over her.

Somehow Susan got through the class. She was extremely relieved when the noon hour bell rang. Her shoulders slumped forward and she paused for a few moments in an attempt to gain a measure of control of her heightened emotions. Deciding to eat in her classroom, which was against the school's policy, she locked the door enjoying the time alone.

The afternoon went well and at last the final bell sounded. Susan gathered her books and belongings, and she headed to the door. Just as she reached the classroom exit, Kaz's stocky body filled the entry and he quickly grabbed the brass knob. Closing the door before Susan had time to react, he swiftly seized the opportunity. Grabbing her shoulders, he twisted her body so that her back was flat against the solid, wooden door.

Kaz held her firmly and looked directly into her eyes. "Now I want to see if my little slut did as she was told," he said. Without warning, he held her upper body with one hand. His other hand dropped to the hem of her skirt. Susan was petrified unable to move a muscle. She knew exactly what was about to happen but she remained her student's captive.

In one swift motion, Kaz reached under the hem of her skirt. He brought his hand up to Susan's crotch and there was a broad, confident smile on his face. Her breath caught and held, as she felt his hand close over her almost naked pelvis.

Still looking into her eyes, he said in a stern voice, "Open your legs... I want to feel your beautifully shaved pussy." His eyes told Susan that he meant what he said. Then he gave a little twist with his upper hand, which was on the front of Susan's blouse.

Like an obedient slave, Susan slowly spread her legs to allow his strong hand to slip between them. Instantly, his fingers lifted the small, silky patch and dove into the Promised Land below. The thong offered no protection and his skillful fingers instantly found the target. Pressing on the throbbing bud, he compressed it with determined passion. 

Susan rolled her head back unable to look into his eyes any longer. She closed her eyes tightly, as his fingers suddenly squeezed her throbbing clitoris. There appeared to be abundant juices making it easy for Kaz to roll the clit around and around vigorously. She felt lust like never before and instantly felt a loss of control. Susan was dumbfounded at how turned-on she felt and how quickly he turned her stomach into a passion pit.

"I like my sluts wet and horny like you are right now," he whispered into her ear. "You have such a nice pussy and it feels so hot when it is shaved," he added and continued to caress Susan's love button. In a matter of seconds, she was soaring up the highest mountain.

"I have wanted you from the very first day of class... your sex body... your slutty body. Do you want me to fuck you?" he whispered. Susan almost fainted as his words echoed in her head. All she wanted to do was fall to the floor with her sexy student on top of her letting him make mad passionate love to her. She was so confused but her last remaining sanity screamed at her to fight. Susan vowed with strict determination to fight the urge to become his slut.

Suddenly, he removed his caressing fingers from Susan's soaked pussy. A small measure of relief washed over her allowing her to open her eyes. She noticed Kaz place his wet finger to his lips. With a smile, he slowly opened his mouth and pushed his fingers inside. She could see his tongue whip around the digits licking the coating off.

Then Kaz moved his hand downward. Again he immediately found the bald treasure between Susan's legs. Without being told, she spread her thighs to allow entry and his fingers surrounded the tender bud. Pinching and flicking it, he brought a deep moan of frustration from Susan's lips. She felt powerless to stop his advance and she shuddered with the dire thought that she did not want him to stop. Back and forth he caressed the throbbing clit and every few seconds, he would thrust his middle finger into the burning inferno. 

Soon his fingers were coated with love juices. Kaz brought his hand up to Susan's face placing the very tip of his fingers within an inch of her lips. He waited while the aroma from her own sex drifted upward to her nostrils. Slowly but deliberately, Kaz barely touched her pouty lips.

Susan knew what he wanted. Slowly she opened her mouth. Instantly, Kaz penetrated the waiting cavity and his fingers lay over her tongue. A slight movement of his finger and she began sucking. Licking one finger at a time, Susan soon had all the juices cleaned from his fingers and she swallowed every ounce. A shudder passed through her body with the realization that her student was humiliating her to the nth degree. Kaz forced her to suck his fingers, which had just been inside her cunt. 

Kaz's humiliation had the most profound affect on Susan. Her emotions soared to unbelievable levels with the feeling that an orgasm was imminent. She prayed Kaz would not touch her pussy again. Strong and determined as any woman, Susan knew her body was perilously close to collapse from the young man's unwavering assault. She considered any surrender to this monster would bring about total embarrassment. Her stomach fluttered as she attempted to regain a measure of control.

Suddenly Susan realized Kaz was talking and she hadn't heard a word. "You have been a very good girl... a good slut... I think you have the nicest ass. Would you like me to fuck your ass?" he asked giggling at the prospect. After a few seconds, Kaz demanded an answer. "Tell me what you are... tell me you are a slut and want me to fuck your slutty ass."

Nobody had ever talked so dirty and in such erotic terms to Susan. She had the sudden impulse to slap his filthy face but somehow she remained motionless falling prey to his every whim. Remaining silent from the first moment he took control told Kaz everything about Susan. He knew his teacher would do anything to buy his silence and prevent him from revealing the blackmail phone sex. 

His stern reaction to her silence was premeditated. He twisted his fist into the soft fabric of her blouse and almost lifted Susan off the floor holding her against the door.

"No, no I have never done that sort of thing... it's filthy. Oh gawd Kaz, please don't do this to me... not here, not in the school," Susan responded in a low whisper. "I just can't do anything with you," she concluded.

She was so God Damn innocent and naïve for a woman who was 34 years old, Kaz thought. He thoroughly enjoyed tormenting Susan and seeing the anguish she was going through. "So what are you saying... you don't care if I put your phone orgasm all over the Internet... tell all the other teachers what a slut you are?"

All she could do was let out whimpers when he continued with her demise. Kaz swiftly moved his hand back to the control button and gave it one final squeeze. Pinching the throbbing meat between his strong, stubby fingers, he looked her in eyes. "We don't have time today but tomorrow... you're goin' to fuck me." Susan's stomach churned as he spoke. "I want to feel my hard cock inside your cunt... so beautifully shaved... and feel that tight virgin ass. You'd better run home tonight honey, and get hubby to fuck it or I'll be the first one, my love."

Susan shook, as Kaz finished talking. He finally pulled his soaked fingers from her crotch but the damage was already firmly planted in her mind. In a flash, he pushed her slender body away from the door and exited before she had any chance to respond. Closing the door after him, Susan slumped back against the door and fought to regain control of her senses. No man had ever made her feel so belittled yet she felt her sexual emotions rise beyond any point in her life. She was determined to get control of the situation and not let this vile student take any further liberties with her.

Her books and purse had fallen to the floor and she slowly picked them up. It was already well past quitting time so Susan rushed out to her car. Once inside the car, she hugged the steering wheel and her mind thought of ways to get out from under Kaz's spell. Reluctantly, Susan drove home with the fear of her husband finding out about Kaz but she felt relieved once in the sanctuary of her home. 

Jay wasn't home yet so Susan rushed upstairs to have a quick shower. Susan felt degraded by what had happened but she hoped a nice hot shower would make her feel clean once again. She remembered the erotic feelings that consumed her body when she carried out the brazen task Kaz demanded. Trying not to touch her private parts, she finished washing and quickly got out of the shower. Susan felt the familiar tingling of lust deep inside and she did not want to succumb to it right now. 

Everything went well the rest of the night and all was normal the next morning. Arriving at the college on time, Susan went directly to her classroom to get things ready for the day. A rustling noise behind her gave Susan a start and when she turned, Kaz was standing by her desk. 

"I was watching your tight ass move around and I can hardly wait to feel it up against my hard cock," he said with a smug smile. Susan's immediate reaction was to scold him harshly but he stopped her dead in her tracks. "Remember you don't want anyone to find out about us do you?" Kaz asked. His words prevented any protest from escaping her lips and Susan gave a sign of defeat.

"You are going to feel my cock this afternoon and I want your sweet lips around it," he whispered. With that, he handed Susan a small bag and left without another word.

Susan was dumbfounded by his brazen attitude. She had never met anyone who had taken her for granted and her young student certainly did that. Slowly she sat down at her desk staring at the bag. Reluctantly, she opened it and there was a note on top of some clothes. With shaking fingers, she picked up the note and read.

"You will wear these clothes that I have carefully picked out for you. And remember, you will do exactly as you are told. You will wear these clothes and nothing else!" the note read. Hurriedly she continued, as class was due to start shortly. "Meet me in Kinsmen Park at 3 o'clock. Go to the picnic shelter which you can see from the parking lot," read his last instructions.

She quickly put the note away and placed the bag in a desk drawer. The rest of the day was a blur and Susan fretted about the afternoon rendezvous. Kaz must have known she had a spare the last class and she would be off early today, she thought. 

The time arrived and Susan was alone. She slowly reached into the drawer hoping for the best. Taking out the bag, she removed the two pieces of clothing. Two! There must be a mistake and she looked franticly into the empty bag. Surely he can't be serious, she thought looking closely at the skirt and sweater. It was a pleated, black skirt almost like a uniform worn by some schoolgirls. The sweater was the correct size but it was very baggy with a swooping neck and large armholes. She shuddered just thinking of what she would look like in the outfit.

Not being able to think of a way out, Susan reluctantly headed for the washroom closest to the parking lot. Maybe she could change and exit the building to her car without anyone seeing her, she thought. Once inside the restroom stall, Susan slowly removed her clothing and donned the skirt and sweater. 'Oh no,' she thought. 'I've never gone anywhere without underwear." It surely felt strange but she bit her lip in an effort to put the humiliation out of her head.

On her way out, Susan caught her reflection in the mirror. She shook with fright seeing that she looked like a little schoolgirl and her mind played tricks on her. She was positive people could tell that she wasn't wearing panties or a bra. Turning sideways, she noticed that her bare breast was exposed through the large armhole if she raised her arm just slightly. She made a mental note to be careful of the fact.

Susan brushed the sweater down in front giving the bottom a little tug in an attempt to make it longer. She assumed it would suffice even though it didn't quite reach her waist leaving her bare tummy exposed. 

Pleats made the skirt flare out giving her a youthful look. It was not a garment she would normally wear, as it resembled something from the 70's. The skirt was way too short but she shrugged realizing that she did not have a choice. Susan preferred skirts or dresses that were knee length that didn't show off her shapely legs, as she did not think it proper for professors to dress in a sexy manner.

Susan almost ran out to her car thankful that she did not run into anyone on the way. She breathed a sign of relief once she got behind the wheel and tried to relax for a minute. Looking down, she saw that the skirt rode all the way up her thigh. In a sudden show of bravery, she raised the hem for a quick peak. Her heart quickened seeing her shaved pussy and she even spread her legs enough to see that her ruby lips were glistening with moisture. 

Ashamed and feeling guilty, Susan quickly covered herself, as best she could, and started the Mustang. Her heart was certainly beating much faster than normal and it felt extremely hot for the time of day. She started driving and soon came to the park with a strong desire to rush away from the intended rendezvous. Maybe she could meet Kaz and reason with him, she thought. 'Yes,' she whispered, 'I'll plead like never before and maybe, just maybe he'll feel sorry for me.' It was true that nobody must ever find out about what she had done, but also, she didn't want to succumb to Kaz's demands. 

Seeing the shelter Kaz had mentioned, Susan had to work up the courage to go forward. She parked and headed to meet her young student. The picnic shelter had sides that were about four feet high with an opening between the top of the sides and roof. Susan couldn't see inside from a distance and slowly walked up to the doorway, hoping Kaz would not be inside.

At the doorway, her heart stopped for a second, as she saw Kaz sitting on top of a picnic table. He smiled at her and Susan was mad at herself for not remaining steadfast, as she felt her tummy quiver in anticipation. Suddenly Susan felt totally controlled by this boy and her feet started moving in his direction.

Kaz knew she was reluctant and hesitant about being there. She would certainly put up a fight to stop him from assaulting her body, he assumed. Seeing her sexy body clothed in the provocative schoolgirl outfit made his heart skip a few beats. He knew seducing Susan would be worth any risk, as she was such a well, refined woman.

As Susan got closer, Kaz stood up and quickly put his arms around her pulling her tight to his rugged body. "I knew you would come... you want my hard cock and by God I can hardly wait to fuck your ass," he whispered. "You are going to be my loving slut... now let's see if you dressed as instructed," he said holding his face next to Susan.




Susan's Story



Susan wanted to scream at him. "I'm not a slut... I'm don't want to have sex with you." But then she wondered at the reason she was actually there.

He didn't give Susan a chance to escape. Without warning, he thrust his hand under her skirt. His hand sneaked between her milky thighs covering her naked crotch, as she let out a loud gasp of surprise. He immediately shoved his middle finger into her wetness with his hand cupping her entire crotch. Kaz was utterly amazed at how soaked his palm became in just a few seconds.

Susan gave a futile attempt to get free but Kaz easily held her steady against his body. She never felt so alive and her body seemed to belong to someone else. If it were possible, she wished to be able to step out of her own body and merely watch what was happening. Suddenly she thrust her hips forward and her mind was going crazy with a newfound lust. Susan couldn't believe what was happening but she shuttered with the reality it really was.

Suddenly, Kaz removed his finger from between her pussy lips taking his hand from her cunt. Susan felt empty and stood perfectly still, waiting for his next move. All of a sudden it seemed like the perfect time to reason with Kaz. She summoned up the courage to plead. "Please, Kaz, don't do this...," but she was cut off by his lips meeting hers. He forced his kiss on her and his tongue darted between her tightly closed lips. Forcing her lips apart, his tongue entwined with hers and he kissed with a desperate passion. 

Susan tried not to respond and she conceded to just allow him to kiss her. After a few seconds, Kaz moved his mouth to the side and whispered in her ear. "I want your lips on my cock right now," he ordered.

It didn't register right away and it took Susan a few seconds before she realized what he wanted her to do. "No! I just couldn't do that," she mumbled. Especially with someone she wasn't married to or with someone she didn't know, she reasoned. 

Kaz realized that Susan would be reluctant. He secretly undid his pants lowering them enough to release his throbbing manhood. Grabbing Susan's small, delicate hand, he forced it to his waiting cock. She almost screamed when her fingers closed on the burning flesh and she tried desperately to pull away. 

He decided to show Susan who was in control. Kaz quickly turned her around so her back was pressed against the front of his body. With one hand, he easily reached under the loose sweater and grabbed one of her luscious tits. Squeezing the hard nipple between his strong fingers, he pinched until Susan opened her mouth to protest. 

Then Kaz's other hand flipped her skirt up to her waist. He rammed his hips forward putting an agonizing bend in his hard cock, as the head pressed into the crack between her thighs. His hand shifted down the front of Susan's pelvis forcing her thighs apart enough for his cock to spring out straight. The hot meat pressed along her wet slit sending a violent shiver up her backbone.

Susan's legs almost collapsed. She felt his thick penis caress her ass cheeks and run the entire length of her pussy lips. No man had ever treated her with such contempt or even forced her to do any sexual favors. The mature teacher knew his actions should have made her extremely mad and that she should be fighting with all her might. Instead, Susan twisted her body around and she dropped to her knees.

It was not really her will but some mysterious force making her obey her student's blackmail demands, she reasoned. Her small fingers wrapped around the thick shaft holding it directly in front of her flushed face. Why she admired his cock, Susan didn't understand, but it seemed more sensual than any she had seen. Slowly her face pushed forward until the hot flesh scorched her lips. Feeling the wide, flared head press between her puffy lips, Susan tasted another man's cum. She sucked the weapon into her mouth and she felt passion and lust far beyond any in her life.

The cock felt so big and thick that it scared Susan a little at first. It throbbed and pulsed in her hand and Susan felt powerful for the first time, as her caresses were having such a profound affect on Kaz's manhood. Susan was acting entirely out of character but that did not stop her. Her immediate desire was to satisfy her young student. His cock was far more desirable than any in her fantasies and the taste of his nectar was like a powerful drug to her bemused mind.

Kaz realized he would not last very long. He felt an orgasm rising like the speed of a runaway train but he stiffened his body in an attempt to prolong the blowjob. Susan pumped the length of cock with her one hand and cupped his hanging balls with the other. She remembered seeing this in a porno movie one time and this seemed like the perfect time to try it. Her mouth was performing the best blowjob of Kaz's young life, as she sucked hard and deep. Susan felt his hips begin to thrust and jerk out of control knowing he was about to climax.

Hot lava shot out of his cock with such force it took Susan by surprise. It began flowing down her throat and she feared of suffocating. Susan swallowed and gulped the burning liquid and she managed to drink the complete orgasm. Kaz's big, strong hand went to her head holding steady, as she milked his cock dry. Susan had heard of loose, sleazy women performing such sinful acts but never thought in a million years that she would suck a stranger's cock. 

All of a sudden Susan felt used and degraded. His climax was over and she could not believe what she had just done. She was a strict, professional teacher on her knees giving a blowjob to a student. 'No,' she thought, 'this just didn't happen. It must be a dream!'

Kaz reached down and brought Susan up to stand in front of him. He looked directly into her deep, blue eyes. "That was great... the best blowjob ever." He stared with a confident smile across his face. "I knew you wanted to be my faithful slut... I know my slut will not be happy until my big prick is buried in her slut belly," he whispered smiling the whole time.

Susan prayed he would stop looking into her eyes. Her entire being and soul was revealed to the young man and Susan realized he could read her every emotion. He was so vulgar and rude all the time but yet she accepted his devilish actions. No matter how crude or vile he was, Susan felt a stronger need to become his slave. She shuddered when he called her his slut but suddenly Susan began to wonder if he was correct.

It was time to become master of his gorgeous teacher's body. Kaz decided to finger-fuck her right there in the picnic shelter. He knew Susan would be filled with guilt and shame if she experienced an orgasm in a public place. Quickly Kaz reached under the flared skirt and instantly found Susan's ultimate control button. He hugged her closer and tight against his body with his one hand performing magic. His fingers caressed the inflamed clitoris and Susan found it hard to hold her legs spread far enough.

Kaz pinched the enlarged bud with his fingertips while Susan's hips thrust madly to capture his magical hand. Lust filled her mind and all her sanity and reason was lost. Susan felt the orgasm explode immediately and she was unable to stop the rising lust, as it climbed to a peak. She acted like a common slut spreading her slender legs wide to enable Kaz's attacking hand complete access to her shaved love box. 

Suddenly Kaz was not satisfied with an orgasm. He planned to gain complete control of his beautiful, sex-starved teacher making her a devoted slave. He swiftly stripped the sweater from Susan's shivering body leaving her naked above the waist. Kaz tossed the garment aside like it was a useless rag and he held her captive in his strong arms. Susan shook realizing she was exposing herself and her head rolled around trying to see if there were any bystanders.

Susan desperately wanted to escape but her legs refused to move. Lust and desire controlled her every action and she was frozen in his powerful grasp. Kaz conveniently sat on the nearby picnic bench while letting his one hand drop to Susan's bare ass. He pulled her hips forward so that her legs went around his knees and Susan was helpless.

Susan instinctually put her arms around his neck to keep from falling and suddenly loud moans came from her quivering lips. His fingers returned to her love button and he twirled it around like a madman. Kaz molested her pussy with a desperate passion and vigorously rolled the clit in the abundant juices. When his other hand began caressing the cheeks of her ass, Susan felt like someone hit her in the tummy. She was unable to breath and her heart rate increased to unbearable limits making it impossible to halt the wave of passion.

No man, not even her husband, had been allowed to touch her ass. Suddenly this boy was taking newfound liberties and Susan was powerless to stop him. She tried to open her mouth to protest but nothing came out. She felt him spread the cheeks and gently push his finger against the forbidden entrance.

Susan bit her lip and held her breath in anticipation. Suddenly it happened! He split her asshole and pushed his finger inside. Faster he swirled the tender clit around and around and Susan went delirious. Nothing so severe had ever happened to her and the earth shattering orgasm washed over her entire body. On and upward it soared and Susan gave herself completely to her Russian student. Wave after wave erupted from the center of her being until the final explosion rocketed over the top.

Kaz had to admit that this was far better than he ever expected, or even planned. He was going to enjoy the future. He smiled thinking of the reaction from his two compatriots when he showed them his gorgeous, sexy slut. Susan would do anything he demanded to keep him quiet and Kaz was certainly going to take advantage of her frail position. Ivan and Vanya, fellow Russian students, would be utterly surprised with his conquest.

Susan's mind was a blur. She really didn't know what happened after the violent climax other than no other orgasm had consumed her body like this one. It was easy to fix her clothes once she found the discarded sweater. She dressed quickly brushing the garments into place to make herself look presentable. Susan fretted the fact that she had succumbed to Kaz's blackmail demands while in a public forum. Nervously she look all around hoping nobody was watching the torrid scenes of a mature, professional woman and a much younger man.

Her emotions slowly came back to reality. The guilt and shame crept into her mind, as she thought about what had transpired. Susan daydreamed of harsh punishment that might occur if people found out about her indiscretions but her trance was broken by Kaz's departing words. "I'll see you tomorrow at the same time," he told her slipping a little card into her hand. It contained the address of a little house close to the college and Susan stared blankly at the black and white card. She was speechless when Kaz swiftly wheeled leaving the fairly secluded shelter.

Susan shivered with the realization that the young, foreign student had complete control over her. He made her do things that she had always refused to do for anyone in her life, even her husband.

Little did Susan know that this was only the beginning of what Kaz would have her do? Tomorrow, Susan would go from teacher to gangbang slut in one short afternoon.

THE END OF PART ONE

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