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The Call Girl

By: AnonOne



I had just broke up with my fiancee and was feeling really down. Some friends tried to cheer me up by taking me out to the bars and trying to help me relocate the carousing of my youth. All it succeeded in doing is making me more miserable and very drunk. I had a little bit of fun, but I just couldn't escape the dread and regret of a four-year relationship dissolving. 

I was so inebriated, I was afraid to drive home. Many of the friends had either moved on or gone home with their catch of the evening. Just as I was about to call a cab, I noticed a local underground newspaper in a rack by the phones. I dropped the coins in the newsprint vending machine instead of the phone and pulled out a copy. I was incredibly intrigued, but it was too noisy in the bar so I headed outside. 

I sat in one of the café chairs on the verandah and began reading. I discovered an incredible world that existed in the night-life and underground of my quaint little city. Everything from escorts to swingers to alternative lifestyles were fully described in this small "news-rag." I looked up from my reading and noticed that one of our city's finer hotels was just down the block from the club I had been in. Being desperate and dateless, I had plenty of disposable income and was in no condition to drive home, so I decided on impulse to check into one of the suites for some pampering to ease my somber mood. It was the first decision in an a series of actions that would lead me on an odyssey, that until a few weeks ago, I never would have even dreamed of.

Tucked safely in my well appointed room, I took a long hot shower to chase the beer-funk away. I ordered some room service and began reading my new scandal sheet. As my eyes devoured the stories I saw an ad for in-call massage and decided to splurge on the pampering. I had no idea what I had just decided to do. Suffice it to say. . .no, upon second thought, I think I should let this story unfold simply.

At about 1:30 A.M. there was a polite knock on the door to my suite. I went to the door not sure what to expect. I was stunned by the lovely young woman that managed to maintain a goddess glow even with the fish-eye distortion of the security peep-hole in the hotel door.

I met a wonderful young woman named Jaimee. She was very clever witted, yet kind and personable. She was a nursing student working her way through college. She proceeded to give me the most incredible massage I ever experienced. Her fingers worked magic on my weary muscles and aching bones. She was also a wonderful listener. I was able to commiserate with this lovely young lady as her talented hands slid over my body and gently soothed me. 

At one point she suggested I get more comfortable and had me totally remove the robe I had been in. She covered my buttocks with a towel and proceeded to give my legs feather-like caresses that made me giddy. I could not believe this happy situation I was in. She smiled down at me and asked if she could get more comfort and I mumbled into the pillow that I had no complaints-just praise. I turned slightly and watched as she deftly slid from her athletic training suit. Her sports bra and panties looked like a swimsuit. In my state I could not help but to admire her incredible beauty. She was in excellent shape and had a Baywatch cuteness that was adorable and quite a bit sexy. Her face was expressive and perky; her 5'10" body was very curvaceous with small, natural pert breasts; her skin was tan and firm and she had the sleek build of a swimmer; this was all accented by her long curly blonde hair, and emerald colored eyes.

I found myself fantasizing as she ran her fingers along my body. It almost seemed as if she was trying to tease me. I felt her long nails slide under the towel a number of times. I began to get an erection that sprung slightly out and was forced back from the mattress to bend backwards between my thighs. Then I felt something that nearly made me cum. Her fingers began etching small circles along the part of the shaft and hood that was exposed. 

She cleared her throat demurely and asked me if I wanted to turn over. She informed me if I did, that I would need to pay for another half hour session.

A no-brainer - my cock and wallet answered before my brain. 

Jaimee then proceeded to apprentice me in the fine art of escort services. She was a wonderful conversationalist that made eye contact--no bored or rushed tip negotiation. She, in fact, said that she would always work for the agency fee and a matching tip. Her logic--this was a smart one--was that she would rather charge a little less and establish repeat business. The end result is that I paid $120.00 for full service (and would only pay $160.00 each later visit). She was polite and kind, and seemed to commiserate with my grief at losing my fiancee Kaitlyn.

She deftly removed her own clothing and the wonderful body I had fantasized about was revealed. A mischievous glimmer flashed in her eyes, "Let me help you forget about Kaitlyn for a while," she whispered when she stooped down and removed the towel altogether. She admired my cock candidly. She became intimate with it, her fingers slowly stroking every curve and ridge. I closed my eyes and laid back, savoring every sensation. She performed a magical condom trick with her mouth flawlessly--had it not been fluorescent green I would have never noticed.

Her mouth was incredibly hot and tight. She made little cute gurgling noises and gazed up at me with green eyes. I almost shot my load. She must have sensed it and effectively administered a perfect squeeze technique to back down my orgasm. 

"Not yet" she mouthed. "If you cum now I won't be able to feel that wonderful cock inside me." Ahh customer service!

She pushed me back on the bed and caressed me softly, keeping me hard but relaxing me. Her trimmed pussy looked delectable. She saw my hungry stare and smiled as she deftly mounted my face. Her pussy was clean and almost sweet tasting. She had a small peach tattooed on her hip--and that is what her pussy tasted like--warm Georgia peaches.

She rode my face moaning and grunting, then fell forward and began to suck my cock again as I drank in her flowing juices. It was my first experience with female ejaculation. I began to buck my hips into her swirling mouth, and she knew I wanted to cumm. She lifted off my face and plopped her thighs down on my lap. My cock slid deep inside her slack pussy. At first I thought I found a flaw--her pussy was too big. Then she scooted up and flexed her hips. Her pussy constricted tightly around my cock. It was like she was a virgin. She kept her cunt so tight I could fuck her without the constant sensation of needing to cumm. 

"Mentally I wanted to cumm very badly! She sensed it and lifted off of me. This is a one time thing, so enjoy it."

I was confused. Then I looked up. She pulled the condom off and proceeded to suck my member uncovered. I came instantly. She swallowed nearly every drop, some of it dribbled down her chin. She informed me that she only does that for her boyfriend, and that in the future I will always have to use a condom. She just thought I needed a special extra measure of TLC.

Needless to say I am now a loyal customer. I tipped her an extra $50.00 and she blushed--actually blushed. How refreshing. 

After a few repeat sessions she asked me if I had ever made love to more than one woman at a time. I promptly responded with the truth: no. She explained that she had a sister that works with her. It would cost a little extra money: Five hundred dollars. I hesitated. Was this getting out of hand? Did I have an addiction? Was this wrong? Those objections quickly faded. Microsoft had fallen on hard times. I decided it was time to liquify one of my accents. The pun is intended. It was after all, the best money I have ever spent.

As promised, I scheduled the sister team. I almost balked at this. It seemed like a great deal of money to blow in one evening, but then I remembered that I had once wasted more money watch the Patriots lose a Superbowl, so I gathered up my nerve and made a decision after I did the math. You can see either sister for about $160.00 for about an hour of pure delight. You can visit with both for 90 minutes and pay only $500.00 and in return you experience pure nirvana. 

It turned out that her sister Terese, is her older sister that introduced her to the business. When I first met Terese, I was very impressed with her easy-going personality. She was very attractive and personable. Not only was she even more beautiful, she was cordial, yet very skilled. I could not drag my eyes from her when I met her. Terese was 5'7, and had that pouty Heather Thomas look that was the dream of all teens from my generation. She was built quite voluptuously, and with one glance you could tell you how many hours she spent in the gym. She even had those enticing ripples up her torso that lead right into her ample, but natural breasts. Her legs were very shapely. They were also well-muscled and flexible. I later found out that she rides horses on the family farm in Arcanum. Her wide brown eyes made me melt, and I hung on every word she spoke. It was more than I had ever dreamed possible. I was suddenly glad I had spent the money. 

I had come to learn that sometimes a nice touch is better than even a cash tip for the ladies. Since I was investing a little money I decided to go all out with a suite at the Inn, complete with chilled wine, candles, strawberries, and a hot tub. 

It was a smart decision. The two stunning ladies were actually on time. They smiled at all the soft touches I prepared in the room and cooed at the site of the large bubble bath already drawn in the hot tub.

Terese started flirting with me the moment the room door closed. She eyed me up and down and winked at her sister, "So this is the guy with the incredible cock?"

This may have been an old escort device, but it worked on me. My cock twitched in my chinos. Terese eyed the bulge and glided toward me while her sister took the credit card and phoned the agency. Terese's fingers deftly slipped over the bulge and she tugged on my cock through the cotton. 

She smiled over at her sister. Her sister finished the "booking" by informing the agency they were finished for the evening.

As soon as Jaimee hung up the phone, Terese was sliding her hand inside my pants. She twisted her thumb in a quick dervish, and my pants fell to my ankles. Before I could moan, her mouth had covered my cock. I looked down after catching my breath seeing that she had sheathed it in a bright orange rubber. She stopped and hovered, fixed me with a devilish smile and whispered, "I love orange sherbert."

Her doe-like brown eyes grew big, and she licked my cock like a huge ice cream treat. I had to sit down on the edge of the dresser when Jaimee joined her in a seductive kneeling position. Terese moved to tickling my balls with her quick pink tongue while Jaimee swallowed my cock in four or five long drafts.

I moaned and could feel the pressure build. Terese nudged Jaimee to the side and grabbed the tip of my frenulumn and squeezed, backing my orgasm off. Then she grasped root of my balls and tugged as Jaimee resumed sucking my bright orange cock. Terese began showing Jaimee a number of techniques for delaying and causing a man's orgasm.

Her delightful ministrations were driving me insane. I literally did not know if I was cumming or going. Terese sensed my distress, and told Jaimee that she would usually give her regular customers a quick orgasm through a blow job, and then a second "nut" that was much slower and drawn out via what she describe a "long, slow, hard fuck."

Just as she was about to demonstrate, Jaimee asked her to teach her about "hummers." Terese pulled off my rubber and examined my cock.

"It is awfully thick. I don't know if I can do it."

Listening to her heap accolades on my cock bewildered me. I never thought of myself as big. It was a modest 7.25 inches, but it was rather thick and the head had mushroomed to even larger than I ever recall it being. Terese seemed doubtful, but willing. I found myself wondering what a "hummer" was. I had always assumed that it was just another term for oral sex. I was about to be educated.

With slow effort, Terese began sucking my cock again, sheathless! She worked in and out very slowly, breathing carefully. Watching the intensity of her effort bewitched and stirred me. She began to nudge the tip of my cock at the back of her throat with each stroke. She adjusted her mouth and soon I felt my cock nudge past her jaws and down into her gullet. She moved it very slowly and breathed through flaring nostrils. I could literally feel the head of my cock slip into her throat. She relaxed her breathing and then suddenly I felt the most peculiar sensation I have ever experienced. I subtle warm tingling sensation like gentle electric waves washed over every crag and crevice of my cock. The sensation grew more and more intense, and seemed to make my cock vibrate in her tight, but slippery mouth. I looked down and realized she was actually humming. The louder she hummed, the more incredible the sensations. I exploded in her mouth. White cumm gushed out of my cock as she pulled her mouth free. Jaimee joined her in sucking the spurting top of my cock. I continued to cumm is several ropey spasms that launched ribbons of white cumm on their lips and chins. I then collapsed in utter exhaustion.

I napped briefly, but woke up to the sound of the two sisters frolicking in the bubble bath. They were sloshing about in the tub, attempting a splashy 69 with out much luck. I rose from the bed and brought the strawberries and ice bucket. I poured them each a glass of wine and fed them strawberries. I then helped them balance in the sudsy water and the two sisters began to tongue each other's pussy with great enthusiasm. It was not an act. I lent a helping hand and decided to tease Terese a little to return the favor. I taught her sister how to finger her g-spot while sucking on the clit. Terese had an intense orgasm that splashed half of the water from the tub. . .in fact we proceeded to trash the poor hotel room with "swinging form the chandelier" type sex.

Eventually we actually ended up on the bed. Jaime sat on my face and I ate her peach scented cunt into oblivion. She held onto the bed backboard and literally scooted an orgasm across my hungry face. Meanwhile Terese muttered something about "dying to get this cock inside" her and she squatted her thighs over mine and mounted my cock like the pro she obviously was. She twirled and swiveled like I was a bronco. She grunted and screamed profanities. It was a very hard fuck. It was a dirty all balls kinda fuck. I loved every minute of it. I decided I would probably need a chiropractor by the time the evening was over.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, the ladies presented me with a double decker pussy sandwich. Terese spread on the bed and Jaimee draped her lean frame over top of her. I was presented with a dual deck muff. I licked them in long double tongue lashes, paying them both back for the hummer.

I fingered both pussies, teasing both g-spots until they begged me to fuck them--there is no pleasure greater than making a professional beg. I dipped between the four writhing legs and I alternated sliding deep inside each woman. I came very quickly, but it was like shooting blanks. I was drained and exhausted.

They tried to tease my flaccid, worn out cock, back to life, but it just wasn't to be. I patted each of them on the ass and rolled over. They showered and cleaned up. Each lady kneeled on the bed and made mock apologies for wearing me out. I kissed each of the ladies and handed them a handful of cash. Terese counted it and said it was too much. She gave me most of it back and said I should save it for next time. She also admonished me to get to the gym and take plenty of vitamin E, before I booked another session.

The money I paid was worth the happy slumber I indulged in for the next 13 hours. To be honest, I am not sure if I am man enough to handle both of them again, but I would be happy to die trying.

The Call Girl



We were going to a fancy hotel. That's for sure, but how we exactly we were going to celebrate remains to be seen. After all, not everyday I turn 35 and Suze, my wife, 30. Even at this 'late' age, Suze, a mother of two children, is on my list of the10 sexiest women on earth. An average height brunet with a Jennifer Lopez kind of ass and rather heavy tits, Suze knows how to make me horny. Sometimes just by talking. 

A week before B-Day, she had an idea: why not make it an all sex weekend. How could I refuse? But if we were spending the entire weekend in bed, I asked, we could send the kids to their Grany and stay at home, instead of traveling 5 hours on each side. That's when she threw the surprise: we could do things that we can't do here, where people know us. You mean like running naked in the street, or making out in a car, I asked, aren't we a little old for this kind of stuff? I was thinking of a more sophisticated kind of pleasure, she replied, like having fun with a call girl.

It's a good thing this conversation was taking place as we were having an evening walk and not, say, driving in heavy traffic, as I would probably hit the car in front of me. 

The next evenings were spent in front of the PC surfing in sites with names like 'Paradise Escorts' and 'Babes from Heaven'. The big agencies offer catalogs, and I was left with the hard task of choosing. After an hour or two of surfing, Suze would come, sit quietly next to me and slide her hand into my pants. It was a little game she made up: she would guess the girl I liked most in each agency, just by my cock's reactions. She was right about 80 percents of the time.

Finally, after three long nights I choose. It was a beautiful black woman. She must have been in her late twenties with a full figure and a look that says 'I have been around and seen it all'. And although this may sound a bit repulsive, it had a strange attraction on me, and I sensed that Suze would like her too. So I called the agency and set up the deal.

On Friday morning we took the kids to their Grany and continued to the Hotel. It was a long drive and Suze, who is usually very cheerful and noisy, was sitting in silence. Are you having second thoughts, I asked, we can pick up the cell phone and call it off. But she just shock her head and said "no".

When we were just arriving into the town, they called. Suze answered. It seems the girl we asked for couldn't make it tonight. This is your way out babe, I thought, but Suze didn't hesitate at all. They want to send a blonde called Natalie, she informed me, is that ok by you? I just said yes.

We reached the hotel, checked in and arranged our stuff. The time was 7 PM. Natalie was due at 8:30. We were both rather tired from the long drive, but the excitement kept us going. We crossed the street to a small bar, had a couple of drinks and grabbed a few bites. We were back in our room at 8:20. 

Suze went to the bathroom and locked herself there. She was still there when I heard a knock on the door at 8:35. She's here, I yelled to my wife and rushed to the door. A rather tall, slim blonde stood there. She introduced herself in a Russian accent as Natalie. As I asked her to sit, I noticed that she was build like a Playboy model, only with smaller tits. This is fine by me, since I hate those Silicon stuffed models. 

Suze was still in the bath, so I started a little conversation with Natalie. It turned out that she came from Latvia a couple of years ago and was funding her studied by escorting. She said her agency is a prestigious one (I could figure that out from their price quote) and that she usually had two or three 'jobs' a week. 

"She nude yet?" I heard my wife yelling from thru the bath door, and before I could answer, she added 'tell her to take it all off, now!'. I looked back at Natalie to check if she heard her. She must have, since she already had her shirt off. There was no bra; her firm small breasts didn't need one. She had pointed tiny brown nipples. 

Next she took off her small mini skirt, revealing a black thong that had a hard time covering her delicate blond bush. I let myself fall on the bed and closed my eyes. Seconds later, I felt my shirt being pushed up and a hot tongue exploring my lower belly. A rush of blood came to my cock and it felt like it was going to rip my jeans. 

Fortunately, my zipper was soon opened and my member pulled out of its jailing underwear. I opened my eyes. It as a beautiful sight: Natalie's face buried between my legs, her lips kissing my balls lightly, her slim ass was high in the air – too far for me to grab it. I reached for her tits instead. They were so firm! 

She kept teasing me, circling around my cock with her tongue and lips – not touching it. I closed my eyes again and felt her lips sucking my balls, gently at first and then getting harder. I couldn't stand it any longer, grabbed her hair, and guided her head up. She got the hint. Her tongue gliding from my balls to the tip of my cock, causing it to erect in a way that started to ache. When she reached the tip, she opened her mouth and in one graceful move, swallowed my entire member. I let out a loud moan. 

She then proceeded to move her mouth up and down my shaft. My cock was sending pleasure signs to my entire body. After what must have been a minute or two, I felt her grasp – something was happening. 

I opened my eyes again and couldn't believe what I saw. There was Suze, her body completely naked, except a huge, monster like black dildo, strapped to her waist, just under her cute little belly. It looked like she asked the guy at the store – give me the biggest one you got. 

Now this monster was entering Natalie's pussy from behind, making her grasp and let out small, feminine moans. Suze didn't even bother to take Natalie's thong off – she just moved it aside. 

Now this was a sight to remember: Suze's big tits jumping up and down as her movement gathered momentum, her hands clutching Natalie's slim hips forcefully. It was as if an entire new side of her, a masculine one, was revealed. 

Natalie kept pumping my rod – trying with some success, to muffle the harsh moves that were generated from her behind. I was afraid that I would explode at that early stage, so I turned to my wife – the first time since she left the bathroom – and whispered: "Love, please slow down, otherwise I'll come".

She immediately stopped and replied in a husky voice: 'you want to fuck her, don't you?! Before I could answer, she pulled herself out and commanded Natalie: 'sit on his cock'. The blonde obeyed. I felt her tight pussy grip my member. She was wet, I noticed, this must mean she also enjoys this, even though she's a pro. 

Suze lay besides me, caressing my face, while Natalie kept on riding. Her small tits were barely moving while her hips pumped my aching tool. Suddenly I felt a hand reaching to my behind – searching for my balls. Suze knew my weaknesses too well. Her hand started squeezing them gently. 'I'm gonna make you come', she informed me and increased the force of the grip. 

I couldn't help it any longer and exploded: my hips rocking forcefully and my cock pushing itself deeper into Natalie's pussy. Suze kept milking me until I finally finished and collapsed exhausted. 

Now it's my turn, Suze said after a minute. She turned towards the drawer, did something, which I couldn't see, and then pushed Natalie, my cock still buried in her towards me. I didn't understand what she was doing. Natalie was pressed against me –her nipples pinching my chest. 

I looked for Suze, and there she was, her hand full of Vaseline, behind the whore's ass. 'I'm gonna fuck her hard form behind', she said in a low voice. I felt Natalie shudder. A second later she was pushed against me even harder, as my wife started to fuck her ass. She did put some lube and the dildo was wet from the blonde's pussy juices, but I knew it must have hurt. 

Natalie's small hands were clutching my shoulders, almost asking me to come to her rescue. She started moaning, but Suze kept on. 

Almost half of the monster cock was inside now. Natalie let out a cry. I looked at Suze. Her eyes were half closed, transfixed on the black dildo. It was one of the sexiest pictures I ever saw, but it was also getting scary. 

Natalie's cries were getting louder, and I started to fear the neighbors might hear us. I knew I had to make her cum fast. I extended my hand and barely reached her cunt. She was dripping. My finger went up her mound and touched her clit. 

She immediately responded, but in a wrong way – she increased her moves. I retreated, putting my hands on her soft spots – the nipples. I just held them between my fingers as she moved back and forth, building her orgasm. 

'Cum, you bitch', I yelled at her, my voice mixing with the blonde's cries, 'fuck that whore'. I knew the dirty language will have an effect: she started trembling, letting out high, animal like moan; which I've never heard. 

I kept holding her nipples as she reached her climax. Her eyes closed. Her mouth wide and her body shaking as if she was electrified. 

I don't even remember Natalie dressing and leaving. Everything that went afterwards was just erased from my memory. Suze and I never talked about the experience. 

It was almost 5 years ago. 

Next month I'll celebrate my 40th birthday and Suze's 35th. She has already informed me she had 'exciting plans'. 

I can't wait to find out.



The Call Girl



I had always been turned on at the idea of fucking a hooker. I don't know why. I guess I'm just attracted to the fantasy, like many other men probably are; otherwise such a business wouldn't exist.

There's something to the thought of calling a woman over just for lust and then doing whatever you want with her. Sure, that may sound degrading, but I'm not a degenerate. Actually, I'm quite a shy and respectful guy and I would never give in to my fantasy.

I wish that I could give in, and I often read the ads in the paper or online and get very excited from them.

After being many years with my wife, our relationship just wasn't the same. We barely had sex anymore, and I started suspecting her of cheating. She'd always been more sexual than me and I had been wondering how she was coping with our diminished sex life.

I kept noticing more and more clues 'til one day I knew. She didn't even bother hiding it anymore. The cum-soaked panties, the shaved pussy, everything she did smelled of this other life she was living.

I put up with it for a while, but I couldn't live with myself either. So I thought to myself "fuck it, if she's having sex, am I too!" 

So one night she was gone, I browsed my usual escort agencies websites and went back to this one particular girl I kept fantasizing about. She was unbelievable. Tanned, tight ass, tall, long dark hair and kinky eyes, I had cum to her picture many times.

It took a while but I got myself to call. The very unpleasant lady on the phone took my information and informed me that my companion would be over in an hour or so.

In no time I was hard again and stoked myself to a nice orgasm.

I patiently waited thinking about my wife. She would probably come home while I was in our bedroom with the escort. I didn't care anymore. I had my sole satisfaction on my mind.

Finally, the doorbell rang. I was nervous. I opened. She was exactly like her picture. She came into the living room, and saw the envelope with her payment on the table. She asked what I wanted.

"Ummm... I'd like to..."

I was clearly shy.

"I'd like you to suck my dick... and to cum on your face... and then to fuck you from behind... ummm I mean... In your pussy, not your ass..." She laughed at my shyness and stepped closer to me.

She grabbed my dick through my pants and whispered in my ear: "you could put it in my ass too, if you want."

My dick immediately stiffen.

She led me upstairs and found the bedroom on her own. She gently pushed the door until it was open only a few inches and pulled my pants down.

She kneeled in front of me and pulled my hard dick out of my trousers. She softly stroked it with both hands for a bit. I was harder than ever and already releasing pre-cum. 

She licked her lips while removing her top so I could fondle her tits while she sucked me. I squeezed and caress them with both hands and got around to unclipping her bra.

Her perky tits were pointy and inviting and all I could think about was stuffing my dick between them.

"Pull my hair!" she said in between licks.

I obeyed. I watched her suck my dick while holding her hair. She fondled my balls with one hands and gently caressed my butt hole with the other. My wife had never even been close and it felt surprisingly good. Softly she inserted the tip of her index inside my ass and moved it around.

It was too much for me to handle and I warned her I was gonna shoot my load. She let my cock out of the grip of her mouth and let me release my sperm all over her face. I shot so much that it covered completely her right eye.

She swallowed some of it and teasingly played with the remaining around her mouth. 

I looked at the door and realized that my wife had been peeking through the opening. I didn't know how much she had seen, but I didn't care. I was getting fucking good head from a hot ass hooker and she'd just have to deal with it.

My hooker washed the cum off her face and proceeded to the bed. She never took her eyes off me while she approached her pussy with her hand. She teased her clit with her thumb and inserted two fingers inside her slit. 

I didn't resist the temptation and slid on the bed, bringing my face to her now very wet pussy.

I licked her pussy lips and teased them with my tongue. I gently ran my tongue up and down her lips while she kept teasing her clit and I inserted my tongue inside her moist cunt. My wife was watching me eat a prostitute's pussy and I was loving it. In fact, I was getting off from it. I was hard as a rock and ready to fuck.

I pulled away and my girl understood the signal. She got down on all fours and looked back at me with her little tail in the air.

I put one foot on the bed and another on the ground and slapped her pretty little ass before rubbing my dick on her opening. She was purring like a kitty and I was growing more excited by the second. I pushed my meat up her slit and she moaned when I reached deepest.

My wife could see my butt as I increased the pace of my fucking and I kept wishing she was watching. I buried my cock in her as deep I could with every thrust. She responded by pushing back and hit her ass against my crotch every time.

I had never fucked like that and was getting ready to milk this hot bitch's womb. I held her strongly by the waist and fucked her hardest I could. She screamed like an animal at the slaughterhouse and I knew she was cumming as well by the contractions of her pussy muscles.

She slowed down but didn't stop rockin' my cock. I kept slowly pushing in and out my half-hard cock and finally let it slip out in a pop. I continued pushing it between her ass cheeks and cum kept flowing onto her tight asshole. 

Her inviting eyes were begging me to stuff her ass with my cock and I didn't want to miss out on the opportunity to realize a long-time fantasy and add to my wife's misery. Whoever she had been fucking, I knew she would hurt seeing me give in to my lower instincts with another woman. 

The cum all over her ass and my dick provided the necessary lubrication for my prick to slip slowly inside her waiting ass. Her eyes were closed in pain but I knew in just a few seconds she would be back to her moaning and grunting.

I looked back to ensure that my wife was still watching and she was. I wondered what was going through her mind but was too busy to care. I was enjoying anal pleasures for the first time, and certainly not the last with this incredible woman.

I enjoyed the feeling as long as I could and finally exploded inside her perfect teenage ass with a passion.

I was out of breath. She slowed the pace and let my soft cock exit her pink ass. She giggled and somehow pushed some of my sperm out of her ass, and it dripped over her pussy.

She turned around and took my soft prick in her mouth. She licked it clean. I felt liberated. From my wife, from myself, and I knew this was the beginning of a long series of great fucks...



The Call Girl



I was but a girl when I started out, penniless and poor. I had nothing more than a street corner on the other side of town to call home, where I begged for money every day in the cold rain. Such is not a life a child should live, but such is the life that I lived. 

I was young, very young when I lost my virginity, out of despair and hunger I sold the only thing I had left, my body. It was easy at first, finding men who needed company, and for some time I managed to survive. I had food and I had shelter, but life has taught me that nothing is forever.

The sick and twisted ones caught up on me one night. I was beaten, brutally. Raped, savagely, and robbed of all that I had. My shelter was destroyed and the little money I had was taken, I had become nothing again. How I survived is to me still a mystery, all I remember was that I crawled. I crawled for a long, long time through the thick rain while my wounds left their trail of blood on the streets. No one would help me, no one cared. 

Life was slowly leaving me; I had no more energy left. The light within me was flickering away. All I could see were the faces of those who did not dare help me, and all I could feel was pain. But one face remained, and did not walk away. 

Theresa, her name was Theresa. She saved me that night, not for compassion but for profit. She saw in me a young girl, she saw an opportunity. "Domina Theresa," was what we called her - owner of the Call Girl establishment, "Beauty Never Lies." 

She healed me, took me in to her sanctum, and protected me. And through the years my name changed, frequently. For years she groomed me to become a man-trap, a seducer, and a work-girl. I trained in the art of sex to appease men and women of all kinds, until I was ready. 

She wanted to own me, to think I was her tool. She trained me for her benefits, so that I would become the best Call Girl she ever made. She used me as much as I used her, and thanks to that, I did become the best. Thanks to her I grew strong and was given a second chance, a chance to live again, and a chance for revenge.    



Chapter 1

Imitation

Eight years has passed since that day, and I have become the most sought out Call Girl amongst the high society. Good money, but not so much fun.

"Oh yeah Sarah, that's the spot! Keep sucking me dry!" The old rich judge, he always tasted more sour then sweet. "Shit! Yeah!" Every week Judge Keeler would make an appointment at the Haven hotel in central city, and every week we'd use room 435 for our encounter. 

He always enjoyed a good foreplay, more than the actual penetration. Sometimes the night would just continue on with his dick in my mouth until he came and collapsed on the floor. He was one of the few clients of mine that I actually enjoyed being with, as much as he was a disaster in bed; he was always a gentleman - which is a virtue that is rare to find in this city. 

His moans sounded more like bear noises; in fact he did resemble a bear. Though bald, except for the sides, his back was filled with hair. So was his ass for that matter, and his chubby form makes him closer to a bear then a man. Yet he was not as strong as a bear, though the sixty year old did have his few moments of glory - it was always somewhat impressive to see him lift me up during sex. 

Unfortunately his penis was not impressive, except for the resilience it had. It was smaller than average, and the girth was a bit disappointing. I was able to fit it all in my mouth with hardly any gagging, and I could easily lick around it whilst sucking him off. "Ahh! God, Sarah!" Is he about to blow? I might as well help him then.

I squeezed his balls with my hand while sucking his penis all the way down to his crotch. His pubic hair tickled my nostrils, and smelled of dry semen. I could feel his sacks vibrating and soon a spur of hot cum shot out of his pee-slit, and hit the back of my throat. I swallowed the small amount he had fired, since he found it very satisfying to see. He held my head tight, something he'd usually do when he came, and huffed and moaned at the same time he was coming - until the last drop of sperm had left his body. 

I could feel his penis turning flaccid as it exited my mouth. A single thread of cum and saliva attached itself between my mouth and his penis, forming a bridge, while it exited. 

"I am sorry Sarah, I did it again. I could not help it, I had to come," he sat down on the bed sweating and breathing heavily, while I cleaned my mouth with a tissue.

"It's ok dear, it was fun as long as it lasted," I always liked it how he'd tell me he was sorry for coming early; it was strangely cute of him.

"Next time, next time I promise you won't be disappointed," he said to me while his breathing became more controlled.

I smiled to him and said, "I am not disappointed," it was important to me that my clients believed themselves the best, so I often lied. I kissed him on the forehead and walked towards the bathroom, readying myself to leave.

"Do feel free to sleep here tonight," he said before I entered the toilet. He knew well I wouldn't, not because he hadn't paid me to, but because I just never did sleep over. I only had two rules I never broke, don't sleep until morning with clients, and don't kiss them on the lips.

Closing the bathroom door behind me I began to inspect myself on the mirror, checking to see what make-up needed to be refreshed. My eyelashes remained mostly untouched except for a small curve on the one of my right eye, which I fixed immediately. My dark-red lips had lost some of its colour, so I used my lipstick to renovate the colour a bit. Though my makeup usually got a bit damaged during sex, it was always my hair that suffered the most. The length of my hair did not help me either, as it made it easier for my clients to grab it during intercourse, thus leaving me to fix it again at the end of it all. 

I used a comb to carefully brush my black hair back into place, which was not entirely easy. I then washed my mouth with water and some mouth refresher, which I had brought along; cleaning out the semen that had remained inside of me. Finally I began dressing myself, putting on my underwear first, then the long sleeved black stockings. My bra came third, with the white shirt coming after. I slipped in my grey office skirt and lastly began buttoning the jacket I had brought along.

Every client of mine were fixated on how I dressed, or how I acted, they wanted me to resemble either somebody they knew, or someone they wished to meet. Judge Keeler had an obsession with secretaries, thus I would dress up as one. It was like this we met 

Four months ago he paid Theresa to send one of her call girls to meet him at his office dressed as a secretary, and to pretend that she was being interviewed for a work place at his establishment. The judge had then instructed Theresa that the call girl was to flirt with him during the interview and pretend to be interested in him, which would then make the Judge invite her for dinner and finally to a one night intercourse with him at the end of the day - thus fulfilling his sexual fantasy.

Theresa, who was being paid a large amount of money, accepted this by sending one of her girls to play out the Judge's fantasy. Unfortunately she did not act well enough for the Judge, and was therefore sent home to Theresa in a cab the same day. Theresa, then afraid she would lose one of her best clients, decided to send me instead to appease the Judge. 

Normally I would've never accepted such a job, but the Judge's role-playing intrigued me - as well as the money being good. I shopped for some good-looking office dress, and then provided myself with some fake glasses and a handbag, so to hype the authenticity of looking like a secretary. Afterwards I dyed my hair completely black and wore a ponytail, this way I looked more like an ambitious woman. Finally I took up the name of Sarah Harper, as I never used my real name during jobs.

I met him in his office a day in November and I knew I had made a good first impression to him as he constantly kept admiring my cleavage through my half opened shirt - which I had left so on purpose. We discussed my fake job application as well as what future I was looking for; I was so good at acting it out that he'd sometimes wonder if I truly was the call girl he had asked for. But I would always reassure him with a wink or a sudden compliment whenever he doubted, which made him more confident.

The role-play he had created flowed perfectly: I flirted with him, and he invited me for dinner. We then spent the evening eating and drinking, playing out his fantasy to the letter, and finally we had sex together in a room at Haven Hotel that he had booked – fulfilling the final act of his play.

Since that day the Judge has asked for my services every week, and made me act as Sarah Harper. At first we would act out his play again, but then as time went by he'd become more open about our relationship – even if there was none. I would still be Sarah Harper to him, but I would now be treated as a lover, he'd buy me presents and invite me out on dinner, concerts and even opera.

Sometimes he'd just ask Theresa to send me over to him without any instructions, almost as if he had no intention for me to act as a secretary. But I would still dress up as one, just so to keep the play he had created going. Sometimes he'd even pay me more than usual, not for anything extra, but just because he wanted me to know that he liked me.   

I finished buttoning my shirt, and ponytailed my hair. I then placed my mouth refresher into my handbag and walked out of the bathroom. Keeler was fast asleep, I could hear his hard breathing as he was laid down on the bed with the sheet covering him – well almost covering him, as I could still see his ass.

I silently walked towards the door and picked up my shoes on the way out, so to not wake him up. When I had closed the door behind me I put my shoes back on and walked towards the elevator, I was finally going home.

****

Cullings Park, I would always take this rout home. Though most people preferred to take the long way, rather than traverse it. It was well known for being one of the most dangerous parks in the city; a lot of muggers lurked here for a prey. Luckily for me and unfortunately for them I am not really a prey.

The silent cold night made it easier for me to hear my surroundings: crickets were playing their violin, and the wind made the trees hiss like serpents, but there was one sound that did not belong here: a sound of a twig breaking, a footstep cracking the small stones on the ground, and the sound of someone breathing. I was not alone, someone was following me.

I was not afraid; the only thing that really concerned me was whether the person was alone. I could not hear more than one pair of footsteps, so I had to assume he was. All I had to wonder now was whether the person behind me was a mugger, rapist or just someone walking the same direction as I. 

I could hear him walk faster towards me, he was either going to act or just pass me by. I clenched my handbag just to make sure. His steps were close now, too close.

"Hey lady!" he yelled, I turned around and saw a young man wearing a bandana around his face. I knew he was young because of his stature and the clear light voice of his suggested that he was still a teenager. He was wearing black pants and a hooded jacket. He walked up to me and brandished a knife to my throat and said, "Give me all your money bitch!"

Although his knife was but a few centimetres away from me, I felt no fear – mostly because I had something bigger. He heard the clicking of a cocked gun coming from below, and as he looked down he could see that I had a 38 aiming at his valuables, "What now, bitch?" I asked him.

The kid shivered out of fear for what he might lose if I pulled the trigger and began to slowly move away from me, keeping his hands in the air so that I could see them. I aimed the gun at his face and told him, "Go home kid," he did not hesitate. The moment he realised I was letting him go he sprang, putting as much distance as he could from me. 

****

I arrived home at about fifteen minutes later. My body was tired and I felt that the night could have gone better. Keeler is a fun client but he never really is anything special in bed, so sometimes I just feel bored being with him. It's not the sex I miss, but just the thrill. His role-play has just become old lately, so somehow I feel desperate for something more challenging.

I poured a glass of wine and sat down on the sofa, relaxing myself. I closed my eyes for a minute trying to remember the mugger who had attacked me, but somehow my mind went back to another night.

That night, the night that had changed me. I remember the pain and the howling laughter of the men and women whom were beating me. The smell, the pain and the sound were the only things I remember of that night, no faces, just intense pain. The strong odour of Clide perfume while he was over me and penetrating me with his dick. The hissing laughter of a young girl while she saw me getting beat up, enjoying it. And the hard fist of a man hitting my face and stomach, marking me for life.

These were the things I remembered. For years I wondered who did that to me, I still do, but no one seemed to know anything. Theresa told me that she found me in the back alley of Sundon Street, completely bruised up and half naked. I did not even know how many there were that night, but I was sure that that there were at least three.

Some nights I would just visit the alley Theresa mentioned, just so that I could regain some memory of that night. I would stand at the exact spot I was attacked and try to remember, but nothing would enter my mind. There would be no reminiscing; it was almost as if my body had completely blocked it out of existence. 

A loud annoying sound snapped me out of my thoughts, my phone was ringing. The display said Mina, "Hello?"

"Oh thank god, I thought I was out of luck," her voice was sweet and innocent. Mina was known for being the unluckiest call girl Theresa had. She'd always mess up the orders, or even get dragged into a conflict. She was without a doubt the most beautiful girl Theresa had picked up, and was considered a gem – though flawed. 

"What do you need?" I asked, knowing she would need my help again.

"Eh well, I kind of need your help again big sis."

"Ok don't call me that, and what do you need?" I asked again.

"You know that client I was meeting today."

"Yes."

"Well she sort of tied me up." 

"Ok be calm tell me where you are, I am coming to get you."

"What? Oh no, I am not in danger big sis," I felt relieved when she said that.

"God don't scare me like that, and why are you tied up?"

"Client's fetish I guess, she's kind of nice actually," my eyes rolled back at how calm Mina sounded, " No the reason I called is because I actually had another appointment, and - well -I."

"Can't get to it," I finished her sentence.

"Ahh! Big sis is so smart!" I had to retract the horn away from my ear for a second for how loud and enthusiastic she sounded. 

"Don't call me big sis."

"I tried to reach Sophie, or even Brenda, but they didn't answer me. And I know you're busy and so full of work, but Theresa was specific about me seeing this other client, and -."

"Tell me where?" I said.

"Huh?"

"Tell me where I have to go to meet this client?"

"You're going to do it! Ahh, I am so happy, you're always there for me. I promise I'll make it up for you."

"Just tell me where please." 

"Right right, ehm you have to – ehh, go to Forsythe Canyon number 9. And they are waiting for a girl named Fiona."

I wrote down the address on a piece of paper, "And the client's name is Theodore Crawford," she said.

"Crawford? Lord Crawford's son?" I thought. 

"Ahh got to go, she's bringing a big dildo! Thanks big sis."

"Don't -" Before I could tell her not to call me big sis again, she hung up. 

"Big sis," I thought. Mina had always been attached to me ever since Theresa found her two years ago, calling me big sis no matter how many times I told her not to. I could still remember how scared she was of Theresa, and I think she still is, but she'd always smile to me no matter how scary I made her think I was.

She's always so enthusiastic and cheerful, one of the few of us to be. And sometime she'd even make me smile, not a fake smile but a real one – and she is so beautiful. Everyone would fall for her beauty, her thick shiny red hair which felt soft and light. The perfectly flawless face of her would make even the most hetero of women fall at her feet. Her body was like a supermodel, curved and well shaped, making men dream every night about her. And her bosom was the perfect size, not too big and not too small – bigger then mines to be honest.

But she was always in trouble. Clients would sometimes stalk her for days after their encounter, and they'd even bankrupt themselves for her – which she always felt sorry for. But the worst part was the jealous counterparts. They'd pay contract killers to kill Mina, which would leave Theresa paying up a larger sum to call off the hit – after all she'd never let her most precious of girls get killed. Theresa would often scold her for being too careless, but in the end she'd still be Mina. My stupid, sweet, adorable little sister – I guess.

****

I arrived at Forsythe Canyon Street half an hour later, as I had only time to take a shower and but some revealing clothes.

Theodore Crawford, the name was not new to me. Lord Baxter Crawford, the biggest enterprise magnet in the country. I knew he had two sons: Theodore Crawford, and Eric Crawford. I have had lawyers, judges, mayors, business magnets and even bishops as my clients, but never have I had a Crawford. Mind you their not saints, especially his kids. But somehow I never got around them.

I had heard rumours of his sons naughty habits, especially Theodore's. It was said that he'd pay a call girl to act out some sick twisted rape game, as well as being terribly rough in bed. I've handled worse, so I knew what to do.

I walked up the street looking for door number 9, until I arrived to what seemed like an apartment. I ringed the doorbell, twice. No response came, until I ringed again. The door opened and a man standing at least 6 feet tall stood in the doorway, "Yes?" said he.

"Hey my name is Fiona," I smiled, hoping that Mina had not given me the wrong address.

"Oh, you're a little late," he said.

"I am sorry honey, but you see a girl must not be rushed," I caressed his chest making sure he'd know what he would miss if he'd let me go. 

Grabbing my hand, he looked at me and smiled, "Come on in then."

I walked into his home, it was full of expensive work of art and furniture. His living room had two large sofas, one on each side. Between them was a short mahogany table, pretty expensive I would guess. To the left of the sofas I caught a glimpse of the TV, with a set up that would make the cinema look out dated. The walls were bright yellow, and had paintings of various settings hanging on them.

I turned around to get a better look on my client, I could only see his back as he was locking the front door. But he had blonde hair and was quite buffed, "Mr Crawford, why don't you tell me your desire," I walked towards him as he was about to turn around and caressed his back, getting him into the mood. But when I saw his face something inside of me woke up and felt scared, it was almost as if I had seen a ghost.

I backed up a bit as if by reflex, "Are you alright?" he asked, looking at me with his deep blue eyes. 

"Yes – of course, I just almost slipped," I did not know what that sudden fear was, but I kept my game face on. 




The Call Girl



"I see," he said. 

Somehow I wanted this to go fast, so I went straight to the point, "So where do you want us to do it."

"Ooh you're a feisty one," he looked at me with a scheming smile, "Up the stairs, first door to the right, I'll be there in just a second."

I walked up the stairs passing more paintings, until I arrived to the bedroom. The bedroom was huge, with the bed being large enough for four people. The sheet had the same bright yellow colour that the walls had, almost as if it meant something for him. To the right of the bed was a cupboard – don't really want to know what was in it. To the left was a window, which I immediately walked towards as I felt I needed some air. 

What was this feeling I had, fear and some sort of panic was coming over me. It was as if my body was telling me something, but I just shook it off. I heard the footsteps of Theodore approaching the door, and got myself into the bed, preparing myself. 

He opened the door bringing with him a champagne bottle and two glasses, "Warm up," he said. I smiled and nodded at him to get into the bed, which he did. He lay beside me and poured me some champagne, we clanged our glasses together and drank a sip each enjoying ourselves. But somehow I felt very uneasy around him.

"I have a question," he asked.

"What kind of question?" said I as I kept making flirtatious signs to him. 

"How much do you know about what I like?" he was asking me about his fetish.

"Well I know you like it a bit rough, and that you want me to resist you. Is that about right?" 

"Yeah, that is about it," he smiled and tried to look at me in the eyes, but he was somewhat shy. It was strange, in fact he did not look like one of those who liked it rough. But the strangest thing of all, was that I felt uneasy around him. 

"I use the code word, Wellington," I said.

"What?" he asked.

"If I feel you are being too rough, I'll use the word Wellington to tell you to stop. Is that ok."

"Oh, yeah that's fine, Wellington huh?" he was nervous.

"Yeah, Wellington."

"Ok then," he launched his glass of champagne against the wall, and grabbed me by the throat. The surprise was so shocking that I almost yelled the word immediately, but I felt I could take it. 

He held me tight with one hand, and used the other one to grab my arm, I acted out as he wanted me to and began to scream, "Yeah just like that Bitch!" he yelled.

The shy young man had turned into a sex-craved rapist, he was so into his fantasy that I felt maybe I should just stop it now, but something inside of me told me not to. He began to lick my neck and chest, drooling all over me as if he was insane. I struggled against him on purpose, making sure he'd think I really was getting raped by him.

"Fuck yeah, you think you can get away from me!" he began stripping my shirt off and fondling my breasts. I could feel that fear of mine coming back up again, there was something familiar in how he was doing me. 

My tits were out, and he began to lick and suck my nipples off – as well as biting them. I kept my screams to a balance so to not actually get some neighbours over to see what was going on. He kept holding me down as he sucked and spat on my tits, while his free hand began stroking me between my legs. I clenched them and resisted him, but he would just spread them open again and continue to stroke me. 

This would go on for about a minute or two, until he eventually began unbuttoning his pants. I was able to catch a glimpse of the bulge between his legs, it was huge. He lowered his pants down and held his dick in his hand. He then sat on top of me, with his dick hitting my face. It smelled ripped and strong, "Open that fucking mouth of yours whore!" he said to me. I kept my mouth closed and waved my head away from his penis, but he grabbed me and forced my mouth open and pushed his dick into my mouth.

It tasted strong, very strong, almost as if it hadn't been washed. I could feel it vibrating in my mouth as he kept going back and forth, entering and exiting my mouth – he was really getting off of this. I kept gurgling and choking on his dick as he was moaning and sending profanities towards me. I felt in a bit of a disadvantage right now, as he was preventing me from uttering a word, luckily I still had my legs which I could use to get him off in case I needed to.

"Ahh Shit, shit I am coming, take it, take it all down!!" His sperm poured out of him and down my throat, I gulped as much as I could, but eventually it overfilled my mouth and spurred out. 

In that instance a small flash came in front of me, a piece of memory, almost as if I had done this very same thing once before. Sure I had swallowed many clients, but something was different with this one. He dragged his cock out of my mouth and kept moaning, his cock had not yet turned flaccid, and he was still up for more. 

"Yeah, that was good, just like that girl," he said. 

"Just like that girl?" I thought, what girl was he talking about, another call girl he had before me? He held me down and began stripping my pants and underwear off, but he stopped and looked at me, as if he was waiting for something. I had my head full of thoughts and had become a bit daisy from his load that I forgot to act as rape victim. Luckily I realized it before he lost interest and began struggling again against him.

He smiled and continued stripping my underwear off, until I had nothing left down there but my stockings. He crawled down over me and aimed his still erect penis over my pussy, but I'd close my legs together and scream. Unfortunately he just used his legs to spread mine open again, and began to aim his penis at my vagina, while his other hand kept holding me still.

"Here it comes!" He forcefully thrust his penis into me, I could feel the tip of his head passing through me like a torpedo, and for a while I actually enjoyed it. He kept holding me as he kept entering and exiting me, grabbing my legs and licking my face at the same time. But he had stopped yelling, it was almost as if he was calming down – wanting only to be hold tight and caressed.

We both moaned, while he kept piercing me with his man-hood. It was somewhat satisfying, and relaxing. I kept faking his role-play, but the more I did it the less he cared, we were just having sex now.

He began to hold me more gently, and kept filling me with his penis with certain intervals. He held me around and pressed my head to his chest, making me smell his sweat more clearly. But then something odd happened. He began to cry while still fucking me, shouting strange phrases. 

"I am so sorry, oh god forgive me," he would cry.

I actually began to feel a bit uncomfortable when he said that, "What are saying?" I asked.

He began to pound me harder as his cries became more apparent, "I didn't want to do it, they made me," he kept entering and exiting me.

I felt scared again, so I told him to stop, "Wellington," I'd say, but he did not hear me. He would just keep on going faster and faster, I could feel that he was ready to cum. 

"I-I have to shoot, I have to finish!" My arms went numb and my legs were moving on their own, it was strange. It was like my body didn't want me to stop, as if I craved this. A hard hitting-blunt shot of sperm poured into me, and in that moment something was revealed to me. 

A smell, a smell I recognized – his perfume. As he was pouring his semen into me, my eyes caught up with his, there was something familiar with him. As if I finally could see the entire picture now, but then a wild storm inside of me burst. An orgasm so strong that I grabbed around him and screamed at the top of my breath, I had never felt something like this before. It was like my heart had woken up from a deep slumber, a dead being living again, a force of life running through my body.

We held each other tight, and for once in a long time I kissed someone on the lips – I felt relieved. We remained like this for some time, kissing and caressing each other, until he fell down on my bosom asleep. 

I knew what I had to do, I knew what was going on. He was deep asleep on top of me, but I was able to slip away from under him. I walked towards my handbag which lay on the floor, while his semen kept dripping out of my vagina. I took the gun and aimed it at him. 

"Do you have any idea?" I said loudly enough so he'd woke up, "Do you know what you did to me?"

He was calm and sat straight up on the bed, looking at me with his blue eyes, there was no fear in him he just smiled.

A tear fell from my eye as I asked the same question again, "Do you know what you did to me?"

"Yes," he said.

I gasped and felt weak in my knees, it was as if my chest had been hit with a plywood and taken my breath away, "Why?" was the only word that flowed in my head.

"We were young, I was young," he said calmly.

My tears were now pouring out of me like a river, I could feel my gasps getting more wild, "Who – Who were there?"

He covered his exposed penis with the sheet and said, "Do you remember that night? Can you remember that night?"

"I remember the pain!!" I screamed, "The life leaving me! You killed me that day!" my mind was full of anger, all I could feel was that pain I felt eight years ago, "Who were there?"

"I remember that night, every day I do. I can't forget it even if I wanted to, the way we treated you, the way I treated you," his eyes looked down and somehow he looked remorseful of what he had done, "I was drunk, and you were there. Ivan wanted to play, but you fought back. And he just got so mad."

"Who is Ivan! Tell me who he is," my hand was shaking, the gun was getting harder to hold up.

"I can't," he looked at me again, "I am not a good guy remember."

The trigger was easy to squeeze, but the recoil was hard to control. The bullet hit him directly under the throat, he slumbered backwards with blood gushing out of him. He lay still on the bed and just stared at me. His mouth moved as the life was leaving him, no words just a mime, "Thank you."

He died calmly with blood leaving his body, forming a pool right on top of his chest. His eyes closed and his life seized. Shock came over me faster than I thought, and my knees crumbled. I fell and began sobbing over what I had discovered, and what I had done. But my body knew I had to get out of here, the shot had probably been heard, and I had no time to cry.

I took my clothes and ran down the stairs, not realizing that I forgot my underwear. I ran out the front door, naked, with my gun in one hand and my clothes in the other. It was raining hard, but I could not stop, I just ran towards my car, without looking back. 

I locked myself in the car, and began crying on the steer wheel, "He was one of them," I said over and over, "One of the people that did me in," I thought. His smell, his perfume, it was his perfume that revealed him. Clide perfume, he reeked of it, "How could I just let him touch me," My mind was gone, it was as if I had been drowned in guilt and disgust. Except for one thing that remained in my head, the name, "Ivan."

To be continued.



The Call Girl, The Lawyer, The Wife, & The Voyeur



It was roughly a 6hr flight from Boston to San Diego, and I had thought that I would sleep most of the way. At least that had been my plan on the red eye, but as it were my mind wouldn't let me. I was looking for a new start. My mind was always wandering in Boston. I was distracted constantly with the thoughts of her. No sooner had I sat in my first class seat, taking my blanket, and trying to fall asleep the distractions came again.

It had been six months since the last time I had seen her, but my mind didn't take me to that night. It went to our first encounters. The images were so vivid that at first I thought I might have dreamed it, and perhaps I did, however I was conscious through all of my thoughts.

"Hello Madame?" I had said. Madame was my boss, a very good boss. 

"Kelly, when will you stop calling me Madame? I have told you just call me Janie! None of your sisters ever used that term!" Janie said with annoyance. She looked at me with those chestnut brown eyes, and her blond hair pulled back in a long braid. I knew it was not a work night for her. She normally went on her "dates" with her hair down and with more make up on, not that she needed more. Tonight she was just running the shop.

"Well it adds a sense of mystery and expectation for me, when I call you Madame." I said back in my most excited little girls voice. I accompanied it with a smile and wink. 

"You are so much more cheeky than your sisters. I admire it, as it reminds me of your mom." Janie's eyes had a bit of a wistful look in them, as she spoke the words.

"No dates tonight?" I asked her. She was dressed in pant slacks and a nice gray blouse, and as always her high heels. I never could help but check her out. She was stunning still, at 40. Tall for a woman her age, with long legs. Her chest was perfect still with large full breasts, and her cleavage always accented by her blouses. Usually she wore a string of pearls that would draw your eyes to them, and tonight was no difference. The tops of her honey brown melons looking so enticing. 

She shuck her head and answered, "Not tonight, I have other plans for this evening and want all my energy for them."

"Not sue that mom would want to hear that you have to save your energy. She might think that makes you old and since she is older than you it wouldn't go over very well. Besides she would say that she can still love all night and work all day" I jested.

"You devil!" She smiled back at me. "Well I may not have a date, but you do, and if I'm not mistaken you will be quite worn out by the end."

Janie went on to explain, that I was going to be the entertainment for a party. One of her most special clients, a very rich woman named Wendy, was putting on her annual Partner Dinner. Wendy owned a very high end accounting firm, and every year she put on a dinner for her senior partners. These happened to be 5 men, and they were all accountant, very good ones. As Janie put it, "They have not had much experience with women of our level."

Wendy annually brought in a high class call girl for the guys and let them gang bang her. Wendy for her own tastes preferred women as well and normally she would participate in her own time.

"Be honored Kelly as I have given this party to only a few, and those include all of your sisters. In fact I once sent the twins together." Janie was smiling at me now. "Are you nervous?"

"No, while I've not ever done 5 guys at once, I have experienced three." I said a gleam in my eye. "I'm excited. So, what should I wear."

"I doubt that any or all of the guys will be the one to wear you out. I would put my money on Wendy. As for what to wear try something classy as it is a business dinner. Maybe a white cocktail dress to accent your red hear. Short, exotic, and all the other accoutrements: garter, stockings, matching panty and bra." A smile evident in her voice and eyes as I was looking into a mirror imagining the outfit and could only hear her voice. 

She walked up behind me and gently put her hands on my upper arms and looked me over in the mirror. Janie is very tall almost 6 feet, and with +3" heel well she towered over me. I'm diminutive to say the least. At 5'1", perhaps a stretch, and 90lbs. The image in the mirror reminded me of a mother looking over a daughter as she prepared for a pageant or first date. 

"I'll drive you tonight as I've business in town." She said still looking at me in the mirror. "I'll pick you up at 6:30 in your lobby."

"How will I get home?" I asked.

"I bring you home in the morning. Not too early, as Wendy likes to sleep in after a party like this. It is at her downtown penthouse condo, and she usually likes the girls to stay with her." She add this all with a devilish grin, before kissing me on the top of the head and walking back to her desk. 

***

I wore very short white dress that I had just recently bought. It had two spaghetti straps which tied at the back of neck. The top was almost a like a tube top of solid silk, then between the top and the skirt was a shear material. Then a solid white silk skirt at the bottom. The hem fell on my very upper thigh, and if I bent over just a little I knew my buns would show.

I wore white stockings and a white garter with a platform heal that gained me 5 inches. I didn't wear a bra, my small B-cup breasts don't need one, and I could hide one in the dress I was wearing. I did however wear a pair of Victoria Secret white lace-trimmed cheeky panties, which had the bottom half of my well sculpted bottom hanging out. I love to wear them and I work endlessly at the gym and religiously at the table to make sure that they look just right.

I wore a very light shade of green eye shadow, and lots of massacre to highlight my green eyes. My long read hair was in a tussle of curls hanging loose about my shoulder and down to my mid back. To finish it off I added a light pink lipstick. It makes me look younger, not that I wasn't young at the time, just about to turn 19.

I went down promptly at 6:30 to the lobby of my building. Janie is a very prompt person, and she expects her girls to be prompt as well. Janie, I knew, had learned this from my mother. See this was my mother's company. Before she meet daddy, and maybe for a while after she had meet him. Janie had been one of my mom's favorite girls. Now Janie runs the business as a full partner, and after 26 years and 4 daughters my mom is slowing letting Janie buy her out. 

The business is very small with only 5-6 girls. Confidentially is the foundation of the business, built by a lawyer, my mom, and a very wealthy one at that. She had captured very high end A-list customers, including my dad, in the Boston and New York. A night with one of us could cost one $10,000. Not that we got that kind of money, but we did get 30%-40%. You see in this business it is always about who you know, and the bigger the wallet the bigger the issue is if something goes wrong, so the more discrete the night must be thus the higher the rate. 

The girls were also very special. Recruited from the upper class, educated in the best universities, and all of us picked for our very special talents, shapes, or endowments. Girls typically worked for just a few years before settling down with someone, and on many occasions that someone was a regular. My other three sisters we out of the business at this time. My oldest two, who are twins, happily married to two very wealthy men, and my other sister engaged to a Kennedy. 

As the elevator door opened and I came out, I could see Janie's Mercedes pull up just outside the door. I made my way right out to her, and open the door to find her beaming at me. "That outfit is perfect, and you look so young. Well of course you do you are only just 19."

"Not quite Madame." I replied in my most cheesy British accent to make it even more cheeky. This got me a very stern look, then a smile.

The conversation to the Wendy's downtown residence was jovial, and I caught Janie looking at my legs and panties several times as we waited at traffic lights on our journey. There was no hiding my panties as the skirt was too short not to show them when I was sitting the way I was, and I didn't try to pull my skirt down or cross my legs to keep my modesty. To tell the truth this is what I wanted; Janie's attention. I adored her, and her looking at me was more than a turn on.

We arrived at the upscale apartment complex in downtown Boston. These apartments probably all went for more than a $1 million, and Wendy's being the penthouse would have been probably more than ten times that. As we pulled up the doorman came to open my door. I did nothing to hide the view of my panties as I got out the door. He smiled and tried to look me in the eye, but I could still see a little red in his cheeks from the show. Janie called him by name and said that I was going to Wendy's tonight. I thought it odd at first that Janie would know that doorman by name, but then Wendy had been a regular, and perhaps maybe even Janie's regular. 

As we rode up the elevator I tried to be very distracted and could see the doorman sneaking glances at me. I could also make out a bulge in the front of his trousers. It turned me on more, and I began to worry that my panties might soak through even before I got to the dinner. I was so turned on. My body feeling tingly, my nipples hard and very sensitive, and my pussy was aching. To be blunt I had always wanted a gangbang. I had only ever managed to get three guys at once, and it was super. But still, it is not the same has having 5.

I had prepared in all the proper ways. Janie expected us to be open to any kind of sex, so I always made sure I was ready. As well I had drank lots of water, learning from experience that nothing was worse than being engaged in long drawn out sex and becoming achy and dehydrated. I also made a note to myself to watch the wine. It was always a better experience for my clients when I had all my faculties. I was not one who needed a bit of alcohol to loosen up; I love sex.

When the doors opened I was in a small hallway with only a set of double doors. The doorman walked me to the doors, and opened them without a knock. As soon as he did he announced me, "Ms Wendy, your guest has arrived!" Then he ushered me in, pinched my ass, and winked before closing the door.

Before I had time to recover from the unexpected fondling, Wendy was calling to me, "You must be Kelly?"

I was not sure what I had expected of Wendy. I guess I was expecting a short haired, dyke, or a frumpy accountant, nerdy type. That was not Wendy. She glided like a ballerina, with long shapely legs that we shown off by a black business suit with a very short hem. She was well built like an athlete or dancer with toned arms and a smaller chest, perhaps a large B-cup or small C. He hair was a very dark brown, and she had electric blue eyes, that twinkled with her energy and intelligence. She also exuded confidence with her walk, her bearing, and her smile.

"Janie has told me so much about you." She said even before I spoke. "You are precious my dear. More petite than your sisters and mother."

I must have had a puzzled look on my face. "I know your mother, and your father." She answered my puzzled looked as she came and gathered my arm in hers and began walking me into the dining area. She was very tall, even taller than Janie, and she didn't have much heel on. Her hands large and not as soft as I would have expected from an executive. I would find out later that she was a college basketball star, and still played regularly.

"You do?"

"Why yes, I take care of the books for both your parents businesses." She said while looking down on me. "I have for a very long time, and of course your mother has spent time with me on a more personal level, but not for many years." This was accompanied by a wistful look, and a wink.

The dining area must have been used for the board meeting as there were still papers on the table. The gentlemen however were not sitting but now standing at a bar. They were starting to open bottles of beer or pour themselves glasses of scotch or whiskey. Wendy offered me some white wine which I accepted and introduced me to all the guys. To tell the truth I don't remember men's names, and this night was no different. They were actually all very similar in size ranging from 5'8" to 5'10. None of them were drop dead gorgeous, they were all clean, well groomed, accountants. There were 5 of them, and two of them wore glasses, and all had dark hair, and most had some amount of gray.

Each of them meet me with a polite handshake and then a kiss on the cheek. They were extremely polite to me, and as we began to mingle the conversations were work related mostly as the meeting had just ended. Some were still trying to get their points of view across, or were feeling out the others on how their ideas were being taken, and the others talked more about the economic environment investments, and such. 

This lasted a couple of minutes, and I stood and tried not to look too board. I had thought that I would be the center of attention, and then realized that each of them were taking quick looks at me. They were not ignoring me. They were intimidated by me. I almost laughed out loud that a diminutive girl like me would scare these men.

I then noticed that Wendy had left. She came back and two men trailed her. One was a younger man in a business suit which I quickly realized was Wendy's personal assistant. The second man was in his middle thirties if I were to have guessed, and he was carrying table settings. 

"Ms Wendy, the catering service just dropped off the meal. I will set the table and set up the service. You wish it to be buffet style?" He said in an Italian accent. 

"Yes Antonio, and once you are done you may leave and go enjoy your family tonight. I will not need anything until tomorrow at noon." Wendy's answer showed her warmth. 

"William, please just gather all the papers and put them on my office desk. I will go through them later, and here is something for you and your wife." She said this as she picked up a letter and a package. "When is Elizabeth due?"

"A couple of weeks still. Perhaps a New Year's baby!" He said in a very refined Massachusetts's accent.

Within no time the table was cleared, then set. Wendy announcing to the men to find their spots, and for me to sit to her right. We gathered our dishes and had a wonderful meal. The talk was lively and engaging. No business discussed. Families were asked about, Bruins, Celtics, and Patriots analyzed, and for me, I discussed with those around me my college experience. I had just finished my 3rd semester at Harvard, and was aspiring to be a Lawyer. This seemed to intrigue several of the men. They knew that my father was a big time corporate lawyer owning one of the most prestigious law firms in the country. They wanted to know if I was going to work for daddy or my mom. I said "I'm already working for my mom", and this got plenty of laughs.

I ate a light meal, and Wendy seemed to notice, "You are not watching your figure are you?"

"No Madame."

"Please it is just Wendy." She replied, "I have known your whole family, so no need for formalities."

I explained to her that I was ensuring that I had plenty of room for dessert and after dinner snacks. She smiled and nodded her approval. Then things began to pick up. Wendy calling for the end of dinner, and we moved from the table to the living area. In this room were 3 large couches each surrounding a very large plush ottoman. The opposite side had a Christmas tree standing in front of a very open view of downtown. 

Wendy picked up a remote and dimmed the lights but not too low, started some soft jazz, and announced to her senior partner's "We had another wonderful year, and in thanks tonight Kelly will be entertaining us. As such and since it is her first time with us, I will do the honor of getting her started, so please take a seat and enjoy the show."

With that the guys all took seats around the Ottoman, and Wendy directed me to the area just in front of the tree where she joined me. Pulling me into a hug she whispered in my ear. "Are you nervous?"

I replied, "Just excited", and raised up on my tip-toes and kissed her on the neck, then I nibbled her ear. I must of hit it right as she gasped a moan and pulled me in tight to her. One hand caressing my back and the other on my butt kneading my globes.

I almost came from the excitement of the night. The anticipation, the atmosphere, and the smell of Wendy. As I said I love sex, and that means all kinds. From the drive over with Janie staring at me, and then meeting Wendy, I would say that I had been hoping for this female interaction to start things off. And I was reveling in Wendy's attention. My hands for the moment were just softly stroking her back from her firm bottom to her shoulders. I could feel the strength and tone of her body. She was an athlete.

My lips left her ear and moved to her lips. Still on my tip-toes I couldn't quite reach them. I moved my hands into her silky hair and pulled her to mine. Her mouth parting and allowing me to devour her lips, with my tongue racing from her teeth to her tongue and all around. I tried to convey with my excitement and my desire for her in that kiss.

We never broke the kiss, and in moments of its start I felt my dress fall from my body. I hadn't even noticed her untie my straps. Now with my breasts bare, and my nipples swollen and rubbing against her blouse I was taken by a small shudder. A mini orgasm as I call it, and I could feel the flood of my juices past my lips and into my panties. If they were not soaked before they were now. 

Wendy then broke our kiss and moved us forward to the ottoman. Before laying me down she turned me for all the men to see. I could see their smiles, and looks. All had their cocks out of their suits and were slowly stroking themselves. I took inventory and saw nothing too large. Just some nice sized men, and all hard.

Then Wendy had me face away from the men and bent me over showing off my ass, and pointing out the wet spot in my panties. Then setting me on the ottoman with my legs spread. She asked two of the guys to come and warm my breasts up while she finished undressing me. 

With that the two nearest men came over onto the ottoman, one on each side of me, and began to caress my breasts with their hands and twist my nipples with their fingers. They were gentle, but firm. Each of them pulling and twisting, sending shivers down my spine and into my loins. I've very sensitive nipples and on several occasions I have had women get me to the brink of an orgasm just through playing with them. Tonight was no different, and if Wendy had grazed my clit with a finger or hand while she undressed me I'm certain I would have exploded. Instead she seeming to realize this kept her distance to prolong my delicious agony. 

I for my part didn't just lie still, when the men came over to the ottoman I reached for their cocks. I had one in each hand and was gently stroking them. Taking time to reach inside their openings and fondling their balls. My parents had made me learn the piano, which today I love to play still. That time spent on the keyboard gave me lots of finger and hand dexterity, and I was using it to the fullest on these two.

Now with my heels, and stocking off, Wendy told the two to go back and sit, and invited two more to take their places. No doubt that if she hadn't the gentlemen on my right would have lost his load. I could feel the tension in his body and in his cock. The head oozing his precum. I took the moment to lick it from my fingers, which engendered a ooh from all that were watching. I love the taste of men. It is not the flavor that I enjoy as much as the thought and the meaning of it. A man's juice is his essence and that is what thrills me. I want his essence and thus I want to taste him.




The Call Girl, The Lawyer, The Wife, & The Voyeur



Wendy kept me in this position for a while. Taking her time removing my panties which were now soaked through and I could feel my essence flowing liberally from my honey pot. All the time Wendy caressed my feet, calves, and thighs. Taking here time to enjoy them, and sending me higher and higher. 

The next two guys were more urgent. Their ministrations on my nipples more demanding. Their tension higher. As my hands found their members I was gentler. I spent more time on their balls, than their shafts. Sensing their building tension, and that Wendy wanted all to wait till she was ready. I played along, wanting to please her. The guy on the left was about to lose it, and just as I sensed it I grabbed him firmly at the root. Squeezing and feeling the pulsing of him. I was not a moment too soon and saved his release. He smiled down on me a thank you in his eyes and a large drop of precum dangling on his tip. I reached my neck up and caught it as it fell onto my tongue. Savoring the flavor of him. 

At this Wendy finally had my panties off. She directed the two men away. She beaconed the last to come and hold my arms above my head. He obeyed and gently held my upper arms just above the elbows. This allowed me to have access to his cock while he was holding me. 

Wendy then stood up and in a flash she had removed all of her clothing. She had not had any underwear on, and I could see her very large nipples standing straight out. They were the size of Farah Faucet's, and looked to be begging for attention. She had a mighty brown bush. Fully grown and untrimmed. The sign of a real lesbian, as I have been told. Her lower lips glistened with her own juices, and the look in her eyes was of predator anticipating the kill. 

Yet, she restrained herself. She moved forward and began kneeling next to my head. She lowered her mouth to mine and began to devour me with the most intense and aggressive kiss I have ever received from a woman. Her lust apparent in her kiss, her desire to have me Omni present. Then moving from my lips to my ears, then my neck, her effect on my was unmistakable. I began to thrash, crossing my legs to gain some stimulation to my clit. All of her kisses, nibbles, and bites were sending wave after wave of desire and ache to my core. 

I would have cum if she hadn't of repositioned herself. Sensing my overwhelming needs she moved to put her left leg between my thighs. Keeping her knee a couple of inches from pussy. I could feel the dampness of her own sex as it dripped down her thighs and onto mine. She was careful not touch me with her own sex. Wanting to prevent her impending orgasm as well. 

She again started her onslaught on my body. Now my neck to the top of my breasts. Leaving some love marks on her path. All thoughts of the man holding my arms were lost. I was too focused on Wendy's assault on my being to keep up my on ministrations. He didn't seem to care. His eyes were locked on Wendy. All of the men were looking at her, as I returned my gaze to her. Watching and sensing her slow movement to my nipples. Some may tell you that being blindfolded leads to more suspense and tension and in some situations it might. However, tonight my being able to see and my desire to will Wendy with my eyes further and further was more intense. I was at her mercy. My need so great, and yet I was helpless to will her on.

I have no idea how long we had been at it. Perhaps only minutes, but I can still remember every detail, and while on my flight to San Diego, I could feel the strain in my nipples, and the fire in my pussy. Then without realizing it I felt Wendy take my left nipple into her mouth, and at the same time her taking my right nipple into her strong fingers. She accosted my nipples with an energy no one had before. The felling intense. Pain with pleasure, and then more pain and more pleasure as she moved from nipple to nipple with her mouth. I could feel my need growing even higher. I would believe that a breath on my clit would have sent me over the moon, but no relief came.

When she began anew her passage down my body, I felt a rush of liquid from her pussy come down her thighs and onto mine. She might of had an orgasm. I suspect she did. I, for my part, could hear my own moans. I was within a thread of coming. My moans of pleasure changed to moans of longing. I wanted the intensity of her back on my breasts, but she had shifted gears. Leaving my breasts and moving her way to my pussy. Now instead of her fevered kisses, nibbles, and bites, she was using butterfly kisses from her eyelashes, and sensuous tickles from her tongue on my stomach and then my thighs. She slowly turned herself without my realizing it, and I didn't even notice the man at my arms had move as well. 

She now had my arms pined with her legs. Her pussy inches from my face. I could smell her sex, feel her wetness on my checks from her own thighs. Her fingers now stroking my thighs in a gentleness similar to her butterfly kisses. The change in tact from the hard assault on my nipples which had built me to a mountain top, and now this gentleness changing that, but not in a less intense manner but with a different intensity. My moans coming again. The need just as great as it was only moments before, and moving me to an even higher mountain. I took the opportunity to begin to lick her thighs. Tasting her sweetness, and being rewarded with a moan from her lips. 

Her fingers moved from my thighs to my lips. Gently she stroked them. My lips swollen, bare, and sensitive to the touch. My wetness aiding her in her slow ministrations. Now felling her breath as she lowered her face closer to me, and has she lowered her face, she lowered he pussy to my waiting lips. Soon her fingers were replaced by her lips and tongue. Never going inside, but just caressing my outer lips. I mimicked her work, and she echoed my moans. I had been wrong about only needing a breath to make me cum, but not by much, as soon as her tongue separated my lips and the tip grazed my clit, I bucked and came. Sensing it at the same time Wendy lowered herself onto my face and I went after her clit with abandon wanting her to cum with me. 

Wendy for her part followed my lead and taking my clit in her mouth sucked and nibbled it all through my orgasm. I flooding her face, and she mine. Both of us lost in our senses of pleasure. This went on and on. I believe I came no less than four times before she relented. I counted at least 5 floods of liquid from her own pussy to my lips. My face covered in her essence.

No sooner had it ended, and Wendy gotten off me did I become aware again of the five men sitting around us. Their need evident in their eyes and in their motions. Wendy spoke to me and them in a far off voice, "Kelly please attend to my men before they cover my carpet with their spunk." Her message sent that they were to wait for me before discharging their loads.

On shaky knees and arms I moved myself to the first man in the line. Crawling between his thighs. All the men had undressed by now and were all sitting naked. I looked at the man next to him and asked "Please gently finger me while I work on your friend."

With that I took the man into my waiting mouth. Taking him all the way to the root. He was not long, perhaps 5 inches. I could easily accommodate him without any effort. I went slowly not just for him but for me as well. I waited until his seat mate began to finger my pussy before I really started. These were older men and so their triggers were not so close. I began to work him, my mouth sliding up and down his shaft. My tongue swirling around his cock head at the top of my stroke. I moved my hand to rub his balls and the spot between them and his anus. 

His seat mate fingering me started slowly to, but realizing how open and wet I was quickly moved from just one finger to two. As another orgasm began to build in my pussy from his fingers, I picked up the pace on the cock in my mouth, and just as I was about to explode, I buried my face all the way to the man's nuts, and I moved my finger to his anus. The touch of my finger was all that was needed and he spewed his seed deep in my throat, as my pussy began to clinch on his friends fingers. My juice flooding out of my pussy once again as I tasted his cum.

I was in a right state from there. Moving from one man to another. My sexual energy peaking. I repeated the process four more times, orgasming as each man filled my throat filled me with his seed. Wendy may have not wanted their seed all over the floor, but mine juices were. When I cum my juice flows very heavily. Not like the girls in the videos squirting, but like a tidal wave flooding from my soul. This was no different and even on the fifth guy my flood was still substantial.

Now that I finished I was spent. Wendy picked me up in her strong arms and wrapped me in a terry cloth robe. She lead me to a couch and sat me down in it. Each of the guys kissing me and thanking me for the wonderful show and blow job. I was blushing, having enjoyed it tremendously. Wendy said that I should relax until round two, and with that she gave me a nice glass of water.