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Chantal: The Real Story Ch. 01

By: irxgbr



If you have read my series 'We own a legal Brothel!' You will know of my fantasy story of how my innocent friend turned into an insatiable prostitute. This is the real? Story of what happened when she read my saga on the web. I hope you will find it far more plausible, perhaps even 'trying this at home.' If you are looking for BDSM which did crop up often in the earlier story these are not for you.

My name is Ron and I am a retired policeman living in southern England and this story begins when I posted my first ever attempt at writing on this web site. The story involved me inheriting a legal brothel and my friend Chantal's rapid transformation from innocent housewife in England to a completely insatiable fully legal prostitute in my Nevada brothel.

The fantasy was based on my feelings for a particular long term friend but I had jumbled the details enough for no one other than, as I will continue to call her, Chantal guessing her true identity probably not even her husband. She is "My best friend who is a girl" – I have known her since she was 21 and the story starts when at the age of 37 she had been married for 10 years. We had worked together a long time ago but we still often talked on the telephone although I seldom actually saw her.

The first day chapter one of my story was up on the site I was feeling very chuffed with myself, 24,000 people had read, well at least started to read, it. I had received a dozen each of public comment and private feedback all from people that had enjoyed the story and wanted to read more. A few did make reference to my poor spelling which was fair comment; I relied far too much on my own proof reading and on Bill Gates.

I was also very pleased to receive some very good votes although there are several idiots in cyberspace that seem to get a kick out of giving a poor score without commenting why and worse still some that give absolutely ridiculous reasons.

Late in the evening my phone rang and when I answered it was Chantal. I said "Hello darling whatever makes you call at this time of night, is something wrong?"

She said "No nothing wrong at all, I was just sitting here doing a bit of net surfing, idiot husband went to bed ages ago, and I found an interesting story which I actually read through twice."

"Oh, what was the story about that made you think of me?" I thought this can't be true, only 24,000 surfers out of millions can have read the story surely the chance of her being one of them is impossible.

She said "Don't play the innocent with me you know exactly which story I am talking about."

"Yes, I admit I can guess, neither of us should be embarrassed, as we both read such material but I think I am allowed some embarrassment you knowing my darkest thoughts about you. I was careful that no one would be able to recognise us but it was obvious that you would be able to."

Chantal replied "As I read that sort of thing, perhaps I am not quite as innocent, at least in my mind, as you portray the Nevada Chantal. It is getting very late now and I have to go off to bed, I will just say that I enjoyed the story very much and will try and give you a call tomorrow night – bye for now."

I thought that was not supposed to happen, I would never have imagined her reading such things, but her reaction seemed to be at the least, interesting. I did hope that she would manage to call. At about half ten the following night she did indeed call and said "Hi and how is my favourite pimp tonight?"

"Hello yourself, I am afraid I cannot call myself a pimp that would mean that I knew a beautiful girl that wanted me to sell her body."

She said "Yes that's true perhaps just an aspiring pimp at the moment. I printed off the story this morning and read it sitting in the car during my lunch break, I do find it fascinating."

"What do you think of the Nevada Chantal then, is she anything like the real one?"

She said "Perhaps there are too many similarities; I have a feeling that I have missed a lot of experiences in my life, for example, never attempting anal intercourse and just a little dabble in oral ages ago. Only ever being with one man who does not really satisfy my desires hence my late night reading – yes I am afraid there are similarities."

"What did you particularly like about the story; I take it you were putting yourself in her place?"

She added some surprising detail to her reply "Yes I did imagine it happening for real. Although the timescale was a little quick it was just about possible that it could have really happened like that. Given the circumstances it was fascinating to think that I would get interested enough to try the new experiences. I am not as innocent as you may think; the English Chantal was very moist in her pussy after the first read and does know how to give herself a climax although not up to Nevada standards."

"I am glad I provided you with some enjoyment, was it just the sex or the idea of selling that beautiful body of yours?"

She replied "That is an easy answer having an affair has no fascination for me but I do get excited by the idea of giving and receiving pleasure and getting paid for it. Strange logic but I feel it is much more moral to sell my body rather than get pleasure by cheating."

"This is a very surreal conversation I am having with my special friend, but as you know my innermost ideas perhaps it is fair you sharing yours. Was there anything you disliked about the story?"

She said "It was mostly very stimulating and I could imagine, as a fantasy doing most of it although I do not like the idea of being abused and you know I don't like smoking, I have been on at you for years about that."

"I have an excuse for the abuse; in no way whatsoever would I want to see your lovely body hurt but the subject was included to give interest for a wider range of readers. On the subject of smoking, sorry but it goes with the job – whores smoke." I continued "So we isolated your interest down to selling your lovely body to six men in one evening with most in your pussy but including a mouth job and a large cock in your ass."

She said "Sounds like an interesting way to spend an evening and we both get to make some money. With that thought I will say goodnight to my aspiring pimp. I will try and call tomorrow night but may not get the chance." I hung up and thought where the hell is this leading - but however things develop the phone sex gave me one hell of a hard on which I needed to relieve.

She did not manage to phone the following evening and I wondered if it was her thinking the calls were silly or if she had other commitments. 

The following night, just gone ten o'clock she did phone. "Hello aspiring pimp this is your favourite aspiring whore checking in. Sorry I did not call last night I had done a little sexy shopping during lunch and tried to interest my idiot of a husband into helping me with a new toy. We did not achieve very much so here I am again. I will have to give the toy some exercise when we finish."

"So my best friend is now making dirty phone calls- it is me that is supposed to be the pervert. You have called me an aspiring pimp but you have not mentioned that you are an aspiring whore before – when do you start?"

She said "To quote Nevada Chantal 'I kept up a mind battle with myself all evening -Can I? Should I? Will I?' .The answer that this Chantal would give is no to all three questions although it is a very interesting fantasy. But when I am reading the story answers are sometimes more like maybe, no and well it is just possible."

"Well on the last point I am afraid your aspiring pimp has not got a poorly uncle living in Nevada so it would be difficult to start that high up the professions' ladder. What with me having no family connections and you very little experience, although a great body, I imagine things would have to start standing on a windy street corner."

She answered "That would be wandering off the fantasy storyline but I suppose it is more realistic when the fact that we do not have anything like the English Ranch in this country. On the other subject what have you got to suggest regarding my lack of experience that sounds like a 'chicken and egg situation'."

"Well if an aspiring whore came around to my house I am sure some lessons could be arranged using toys to increase throat and ass experience. Of course, my old equipment would stay in my trousers as I have no intention to pay for it – later perhaps if we had both dropped the aspiring part of our titles it would be morally acceptable for a pimp to use his whore."

The phone was silent for some time but than Chantal said "I am sitting here looking at my new toy and thinking about your offer." There was again a long period of silence but then "I know you have always been a very good friend and would like to take you up on your training offer, although it would be one step at a time. Accepting me on your training program does not imply that you will acquire a new employee assuming that the training is completed successfully."

"Hey, ease up there and think you are trying to move things faster than they happened in Nevada. I don't want you coming round and after a few minutes getting a slap across the face and losing my best friend for ever."

Chantal replied "Don't worry your story may have released a devil inside me, but it had been lurking there for ages. If I am ever to make my fantasies real – perhaps I should say our fantasies – there is no one I would like to share the experiences with more than you. As you say your wrinkly old equipment can stay in your trousers until, no if, we have to celebrate graduation."

"You sound sure so I obviously have no intention of refusing to help but you must not let me influence the Could I? Should I? Or Will I? The thought process has got to be all down to you. So when do you want your first lesson?"

After a bit of a pause "He is off to a football match on Saturday so perhaps I could book a training session for the afternoon if you are free?"

"That will give me a little time to do some shopping on the net and my second chapter should be up so you will be able to get some more ideas. Nothing to do with our new characters as I have always tried to encourage you on this subject – make sure you have on some decent heels when you come."

She laughed into the phone and said "I anticipated things would work out so I would get to see you and that request and although you are not going to get a total slut visiting you on Saturday I did buy some new heels especially for you. Also to show some commitment which will have benefits whatever happens I have signed up for a session at the gym every night after work."

"The heels where a nice thought, thank you, but we both know of better ways to exercise your body then a trip to the gym."

Chantal said "With that thought I will say good night and try some exercise with my new toy, I will try and phone tomorrow after I have read your second chapter."

I hung up and thought that I had no idea how far things were going to go but they were off to a very interesting start. I then spent some time on line buying some accessories – any business has got to invest before it can make a profit.

My second story was up the following day and Chantal phoned a little later than usual saying "Have you checked out your family tree ever, you may have a long lost relative that emigrated to Nevada that you don't know about? That story is making me really want something to happen."

"So I may get a return on the investment I made on the net last night, just a few toys, what did you like about chapter 2?" 

She said "The best part is imagining myself doing it; my right hand was working the mouse while I read but my left hand was not idle. This would not be a sensible moment for me to answer the three questions I feel like going and finding my own windy street corner right now."

"Hey pimps can turn very nasty if their women start working for themselves. You just watch it."

She then said "Still don't like the idea of being hit but the thought of a whole night with Josh was of particular interest, maybe my pimp should think about renting his whore out on a nightly basis."

"You are not thinking more sensible thoughts yet than we do seem to be nudging ever nearer to dropping the 'aspiring' title."

Her response had definite possibilities "Yes I think I must admit that you are getting nearer to having a body to put on the market. Did I just say that! I was thinking it so I may as well admit it I suppose?"

"Do I need to shorten the training time, I was thinking on only doing the throat to start with because that would not require intimate contact?"

She said "No that sounds a sensible first session but perhaps you could burn me some CD's of the videos I am sure you have cluttered up your hard drive with."

"What ever gives you that idea? I will see if I have the odd one tucked away in an old file somewhere. I take it you liked the idea of laying there with Josh's cock in your mouth watching another girl taking two cocks in her ass than?"

She replied "Did I say which girl I was imagining myself to be, but realistically I do not think your aspiring whores' body will ever achieve porn star abilities. We have not even worked on my virgin ass yet although hopefully there will be another football match next Saturday to keep him out the way."

"Tomorrow if you can break yourself away from reading the second chapter again go out and find some strong menthol cough drops and suck several before you come around on Saturday."

She asked "Are you working me up to menthol cigarettes you did insist that your whores smoke."

"I gather the cough drops may help in stopping the gag reaction you will be learning to control, you could also buy the brand of cigarettes you fancy if you like but we are not at that stage of training yet. The fags are probably in the sessions where you are left kneeling in a back alley covered in freezing rain getting used to wearing your working clothes."

Chantal replied "I see I am still expected to start at the bottom and work up than."

"You come to me with no experience at all expecting me to fit you up with a very fit young guy who will give you £1,000 to give you a night of pleasure in a chalet, yes you will have to start nearer the bottom than that."

With a sigh "I better start working up the ladder quickly then, that did sound very enjoyable, I have got to go now, I doubt I will get the chance to phone again before I turn up for training, night night."

I was very anxious all Saturday morning, jumping from task to task and not being able to settle at any. It was like in my long gone teenage years waiting for my first date. I had a funny feeling in my stomach – I did not want anything to happen that would lose me my best friend.

Finally a knock on the door, Chantal stepped inside and I got a long cuddle and a light kiss on the lips – this was often the greeting I got if we had not seen each other for a long time. I stood back and looked at her, she did look good, and the sexiest I had ever seen her. Nice black pointed toes and obviously high heels sticking out from some skin tight blue jeans. A simple white blouse with thin blue vertical stripes with several buttons undone showing some nice 'titflesh' above a lacy white bra.

Her hair was looking very nice, brunette with a fringe and cut and combed so it covered quite a lot of her face but I could see the nice large diameter gold loop earrings that I had given her several years ago. She had put on a little more makeup then her usual minimal amount – in particular her lips looked redder and larger than usual.

I told her that she looked absolutely marvellous and had already passed the first part of her interview. "I have always known how nice your legs where but those heels and jeans give you an even better shape – nice ass! As for those boobs where the hell have you been hiding those all these years?"

"My aspiring pimp likes than? As for the boobs I have given my 34B a little more help than usual."

I said "Oh dear, we will have to revise our plans the girl that went to Nevada only had 34A so it could not have been based on you."

"If you thought they were only an 'A' that proves how stupid I have been over the years not showing off one of my assets, they are actually not too bad nice and firm."

I said "Right any ground rules other than my equipment stays out the way until I give my whore a reward for completing her first trick?"

"I think we know each other well enough to need no other rules, we will just take things as they come, what do we do first I have sucked lots of some horrible lozenges and my mouth feels quite numb?"

I said "We may as well get you comfortable on my bed, it is starting a little up the ladder but it may frighten the neighbours if we start playing around out by the dustbins." Chantal did look absolutely marvellous as she swayed her jean clad ass towards my bedroom.

"If you are still up for it lay across my bed, on your back with your head hanging over the edge, we are going to practice some real deep throating. Getting you over the gag reflex is all we can really practice with out using a real live penis. Things like how to stimulate your customer with your mouth you will have to read up on the net as home work, we are just going to make sure you are a first class throat fucker."

"Ok here we go then, just relax completely and I will slowly ease this very thin dildo along your tongue into your throat, you will presumably gag against it, but if you just hold my left hand and squeeze, I will back off. I will put some flavoured lube on it which may help."

The whole situation was ridiculous; I had the girl from most of my fantasies over the last decade stretched out on my bed looking absolutely marvellous offering her mouth to my dildo. My cock was extremely uncomfortable endeavouring to break out of my jeans and get in on the act.

We clenched hands and I slowly slid the small dildo into her mouth telling her to give a little squeeze to pause and a hard grip for me to take it out. When she felt the gag sensation she was to get me to pause, take a few deep breaths and relax, another small squeeze would get me moving again. With me making encouraging comments like 'go for it whore that feels nice' although there were numerous pauses we actually got it all in without her actually gagging – a very promising start. I took it out and congratulated her.

She smiled and said "Maybe I have got the required skills for you to get a good price for my body. I see you are feeling somewhat uncomfortable perhaps if we tried that same one again and I held your leg rather then your hand. Your hand would be free to slip under my bra and give us some additional stimulation – I expect you will need to go off for a brief break then."

"Not for any kinky reasons just practical considerations I think I will need to wear a nappy for these sessions." I accepted the invitation and found a lovely firm breast topped of with a hard nipple which I gave a fairly hard pinch between thumb and finger. With my other hand I again slowly slipped the dildo into her mouth and then throat. 

Chantal's body shuddered and I could actually feel the heat increasing in her breast as she had a small orgasm, although her hand did grip my leg I took it that was a reaction rather than a request but I slid it out anyway. With one last squeeze of her breast I reluctantly withdrew my hand and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

She reached up and wrapping both arms around my neck gave me a long strong kiss on the lips which I reciprocated. She said "Oh dear I am going to have to get to work soon or relax the rules this way is going to be impossible for both of us – I see you need to go and change your jeans."



Chantal: The Real Story Ch. 01



I replied, very noble in the circumstances "I am not going to be the one to let you cheat on your husband, you said you felt the morals of cheating were different to selling your body and pleasing your pimp – so we will leave it like that."

"You are right but that experience has made the answers to my three questions much more certain; I can ensure you that the answers are at the moment all a very probable 'yes'. You go and change your jeans and perhaps spend some more time in the bathroom before we start again."

When I returned she was lying in the same position on the bed and I asked what she had been up to, she said "I have just been thinking and rationalising the fact that I am now asking you to think seriously about how you can sell my body."

"Are you saying that things are going to move nearly as fast as they did for Nevada Chantal?"

She got me to sit beside her on the bed and cuddling up said "Up until a little while ago things had all been in my mind but I liked the move onto the physical and I am pretty sure that I have the resolve to take the fantasy all the way."

"You definitely need to give it a lot more thought, we will continue today's exercises making sure that you can manage a realistic size cock in your mouth and we will not bring forward the anal training. That will give you more chance to have some rational thought."

She wiggled back into her previous position and said "I see you had three sizes arranged we may as well jump to the larger one and you can go straight to the other boob." This larger one did have her gagging on several occasions and we had to stop and restart often, I was quite happy though, the other boob was just as pleasant to play with.

We did have to have a break and emptied a bottle of wine between us while discussing the latest chapter of Nevada Chantal's experiences. When we resumed, she was very determined to succeed, and did indeed manage to take the whole length into her throat which gave her another, even better orgasm and I got thru another pair of jeans.

I said "I will have to get you out earning soon to pay my laundry bills."

She gave me another kiss and cuddle and said she would have had the same problem but took the precaution of putting in some pads before she started. She continued "I seem to have passed lesson one, I have been thinking about next week while they are usually associated with girl on girl I wonder if you could get a strap-on?"

"Not sure I fancy that much, anyway as a reward for passing today's lesson I have two CD's for you the first contains various short clips for you to learn oral technique. Lots of variety on the theme the vast majority not using condoms which is regrettably something you will have to get used to. 

She gave a cuddle and said "Yes that will obviously be a must, shame. I take it the other CD is for my entertainment just like the one Josh watched."

"Yes lots of large cocks filling all available holes. For entertainment only it would be equally hard to replicate most of those scenes."

She smiled and said "Typical pimp showing an innocent girl all the pleasures he has to offer and then just making her slum it in a back alley. Thank you for a lovely time and also for the superb idea of putting that story on the net. I am off home now but will be in touch on at least some of the nights before our next meeting."

"Give my boobs a kiss goodbye, fancy thinking they were only an A." I jumped at the invitation and did maintain my balance my holding a hand hard against her covered pussy. She soon broke away and left. 

I went and slumped down on my sofa, had a cigarette and thought what on earth is happening my fantasy is turning into reality. Chantal could be kidding herself, but at the moment she seemed resolved for something to happen. I needed to give some serious thought how we could make it work, at least for one night. It would be silly to think she really wanted to adopt a lifestyle change so I would start with just trying to arrange one night, probably near the bottom of the profession so she knew what it was really like rather than the ideal of the English Ranch.

One of my old colleagues was a police inspector responsible for an area in the port city some sixty miles away and I rang him up and suggested me had a drink as I would be in his area on Monday. George and I had been mates for years having worked together at several stations and I knew him well enough to tell him what I was trying to arrange up front. I did not tell him over the phone, but arranged to meet him for a drink Monday lunch time.

On Sunday Chantal did not phone so I could not get her reaction to her transfer from fantasy to reality possibly getting nearer. On Monday I drove over and met George as arranged, after the usual chat catching up with the scandal and how the Force was going from bad to worse I came out with my problem.

George was both fascinated and jealous with the whole saga and agreed short of doing anything to jeopardise his pension to help all he could. He did say he would have to do a little research to find the right 'lady' who may be able to arrange a one night experience for a novice. He would not be able to have any involvement but he should be able to get me in touch with one or other of the older working girls he had in mind.

He said he was working late shift on Wednesday and would try and do a bit of foot patrol in the area with the local bobby and would call me Thursday with at least one contact. We parted with him hoping that his retirement would have the same perverted interested as I had although he imagined he would just be tending his roses.

I hung around town for the rest of the day and had a few drives around the red light area in the evening. It was a few streets of small lockup business units built underneath some railway arches near the main dockyard. Even early evening on a wet Monday I spotted seven different girls working although not very many punters. Possibly the time of day did not give a fair sample but all the girls I saw where very young probably desperate to feed a drug habit. All were dressed so there would be no doubt as to their profession.

While I was there I tried to spot a suitable place to observe the activity without being observed myself but could not spot a suitable building. Any surveillance I needed to do if things did actually happen would have to be from a vehicle; have to work on acquiring a tatty van. I left quite early both so as not to get noticed and to be back in time for the hoped for telephone call. 

Chantal did not manage to phone that night either, I was beginning to think that maybe she had shown sense but discounted that idea as I was sure she would have told me. On Tuesday she did phone a bit earlier then previously and apologised for not been able to the last two nights. She explained that she had felt so randy that she had tried to get some interest from her husband but had not achieved any success.

She said "I enjoyed reading Chapter 3; I take it my pimp wants me pierced and tattooed. We will have to have a lot of discussing on that subject before either happens but don't give up hope. From your interest on Saturday I take it my real boobs are acceptable, you seemed quite satisfied."

"They are lovely boobs, I have always complemented you on your legs and eyes it's just a shame that you did not put those lovely tits on show before. I assume you liked the way Nevada Chantal widened her experiences then?"

She said, rather loudly I thought as hubby was presumably in bed "Oh yes very much indeed, the idea of the bareback was of particular interest although I realise that would be virtually impossible to arrange here. Not only have I read the story, I have also managed to watch the videos, you can't imagine how randy I have been feeling, we have just got to make something happen soon."

I said "Well if you really are sure I will tell you about a little trip and meeting I had yesterday, early stages yet though."

"Oh please tell, I just said I would like my pimp to arrange to sell my body at the earliest opportunity. My answer to both the 'can I' and the 'will I' questions is a most definite yes; the 'should I' question is logically a no but what the hell lets get on with it. Nevada Chantal justified her response as catching up with wasted years and I agree with her."

"My darling girl you do sound like you have made a decision but don't be afraid to drop out at any stage because the answer to the should I question is really a no and you know it."

She said "Let me worry about that, tell me what you have been up to please."

"Ok, please imagine yourself standing on a wet pavement in a poorly lit road sheltering under a tatty sign advertising car repairs. You are wearing very high black stiletto ankle boots, a short skirt made from just dangly lengths of material which every movement you make gives anyone looking a good look at every thing underneath. You have on a thin black blouse opened at the front giving a perfect view of most of those boobs I discovered at the weekend."

"You are standing with one hand on your hip, a small handbag swinging from that shoulder. You are using the other hand to occasionally lift your cigarette to your mouth and take a deep drag. I take it from the obscene noises coming from this phone that you are getting the picture?"

She settled down after a minute or so and said "Starting at the bottom of the profession sounds like a marvellous idea and you had me dressed just like the other Chantal on her first night – can you really make it happen?"

"I cannot make any promises that all arrangements will fall into place but I am working on it. I did describe a real location from which you will, hopefully be offering that lovely body of yours up for sale to anyone that wants to use it."

She said "Well done, I am up for what ever you can arrange; where and when?"

"The where I described it is a good sixty miles away near the dockyard entrance, the when is one of the many things I have still to work on but on that subject how are you going to get away?"

She said "Oh so I may be able to find a few sailors, perhaps even some black guys you seem very good at your new job so far. On the other subject I heard tell that my work is sending everyone on some training courses, soon I will have to plant a few seeds with him, if he can stay awake long enough to listen. Have you any homework to give your soon to be fully fledged working girl?"

"I think given the location you had better practice putting a condom on with your mouth and getting down on your knees and giving a good mouth job."

She said "Will do, that sounds likely, although I hope I get the chance of a bit more than that, you are going to loosen up my ass at the weekend you may even get lucky and it will not be used on my first night and you will be able take it before anyone else. No promises though, the customer is always right."

"That sounds marvellous to me; you said on your first night, this arrangement will probably be sorted as a one off."

She laughed "You really think that I will be satisfied with one night on the game I think I am very much like Nevada Chantal, you know."

"I think we better see how, and for that matter if, this arrangement works out before we talk about long term plans."

She said "Do you really think you can make it happen, when will you know for sure?"

"I will get a call sometime on Thursday which should move things along although don't get too excited there is a lot that could go wrong." 

She said "Clever boy, I am looking forward to being able to give you a proper, or even improper reward, got to go now, must practice with some condoms – will almost certainly ring tomorrow."

I hung up and thought she is actually going to go through with it, I hope George manages to come up with the goods. It was pointless making arrangements for the van or anything else yet I had to just wait and hope just as Chantal obviously was.

Just after eight o'clock on Wednesday evening my phone rang and it was George who had indeed come up with the goods, he told me that he had found the woman he knew and had outlined the idea and she wanted to talk to me. He gave me a cell phone number and told me she was expecting the call, after giving him my sincere thanks I hung up. I just sat there thinking for a few moments I had no idea how the call I was just going to make would go.

I dialled the number and said "Hi, my name is Ron; George said you were expecting my call."

"Oh nice to talk to you Ron, I gather you have got a bored housewife who thinks that getting on the game will solve all her problems. Believe it or not that is not as unusual as you may think; I have come across several over the years. Is the problem money or sex?"

I said "The problem is most certainly sexual; money is not an issue although she insists that the only way she wants to get more experience is by selling her body not offering it for free, by the way who am I speaking to George did not give you a name?"

She said "I'm Davina sorry I thought George would have said, what exactly do you have in mind for your friend?"

"Basically I would like her to have a pitch down by the docks for an evening and for her to get as much action as she could."

Davina said "Hang about you said that was what you wanted; I hope she thinks the same as you?"

"Well it is very much a mutual fantasy but she is the prime mover in wanting it to actually happen, she wants me to pimp out her body."

Davina said "We could probably arrange something assuming she is presentable, I would guess she is probably coming up to her fortieth birthday that's when most women get restless."

"Good guess she is thirty seven and no worries she is very presentable, how can we take this further?"

She replied "Much easier if you come and see me, I suppose it's alright if she does not come if you are on a pimp type fantasy but remember I am a business woman so you will have to make it worth my while to help."

"That's sounds fine can I drive up and see you tomorrow, what time is convenient to you?"

She said "Anytime after lunch, drive up to the area and give me a call I will be able to meet you if I am not busy, but if I am I won't keep you waiting for long."

"Great, thank you very much I will be around in the early afternoon."

I sat back thinking both great all is going well but also wondering if I should stop it now and talk the silly girl out of it. In no way did I want any harm to come to Chantal and with reality getting even closer I was having serious doubts. With that the phone rang and a very bubbly Chantal came on the line.

I got in first with "Hello my best friend, I have been thinking that this fantasy is just getting out of hand. Apart from any other issues like your marriage for instance; the life of a prostitute is very dangerous have you any idea of the odds of being beaten senseless or even murdered?"

She replied "That is no way to greet me, I will worry about all the other issues and I am sure that my pimp will do his best to ensure my safety but if he fails and I get hurt that will be my fault not his."

"Ok if you are sure about the other issues I will indeed do my best to look after you but it is a stupid situation we are planning to put you into."

She said "I know you well enough by now to guess that you have moved the plans on since we last talked I did not think your friend was getting back until tomorrow."

"Very perceptive, you do know me very well. I have actually arranged to meet a very pleasant and helpful sounding lady called Davina for a chat tomorrow; I am driving up in the morning."

She sort of yelped "Great it's going to happen, I will take a sickie from work and come with you – I do have a clever pimp."

"So you are going to let down your work as well as your husband, perhaps seeing her and the area is a good idea you may see sense."

She said "Will you stop being a spoil sport, you know I really do want to try it at the very least the once; now will you please get focused on your pimping duties and leave me to do any worrying."

"Ok I will get back on message and join your insanity for now; we don't need to leave until around midday."

She said "I will come around as though I am going to work and we can drive up and you can take me shopping before we meet Davina, your fantasy skirt may be hard to find."

"That sounds great, I normally detest shopping of any kind but watching you buy things to enhance you appearance sounds like a very nice way to spend a morning. Remember we are only going to talk you are not going to jump right in tomorrow, we have another training session and you need a 'cooling off period' to be certain you want to do it."

She said "No, I promise not to jump the gun; we will have some fun on Saturday I feel as randy as hell just about all the time now, thinking of which I will say goodnight now and I will see you in the morning."

Chantal came to my door first thing in the morning looking fabulous and very much alive, she was wearing the same jeans and nice heels as she had on Saturday. Her blouse was of similar cut but plain white and a white lace bra was noticeably presenting her boobs well. She had bulked out her hair, not into such technical matters but presumably backcombing, her eye and lip makeup was a lot heavier than usual but still not sluttish.

I got a most erotic cuddle with her whole body pressing against mine giving me an instant erection. She rubbed her hand against my jeans and said "Oh dear you are going to have that problem a lot today I think, you will have to go and do something about it, I wish I could but we had better stick to the rules –it will not be long now."

I went off and did the necessary, it did not take very long and went back and found her sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette. "Good girl, I know you don't like the filthy things but you must get in character."

During our journey, she pumped me for more about my plans for her, but I told her to wait and see; which was more or less what I was doing anyway. In no way was her resolve weakening, she was still very keen to get started, I kept her off the real life situation by talking about the fantasy one.

Apart from the pleasures she associated with bareback and the resultant cum she did say "I suppose you are very near fulfilling my fantasy and I know I have managed to have a cigarette towards fulfilling some of the detail in yours. We will have to think about some body decoration at some stage, if you can make me enough money you never know maybe even a boob job."

I said "My fantasies are doing just fine thank you, taking you on this trip is good from my view point, we must take one step at a time. You have noticed that your appearance at the moment just needs a cuddle added to give me sexual satisfaction"

We arrived in the port in plenty of time and set off on our quest for the fantasy skirt. It was an impossible task and we had just about given up when we saw a possibility in a charity shop window. It was a red skirt, slim style but around knee length and solid material but over that there were the required strips. Chantal checked it for size and said she could probably cut it up to fit the specification.

While hunting for the desired skirt Chantal had purchased a few other garments, including some 'nice' shoes that caught our eye to quote her "Just in case I have another opportunity to wear them." I do not think she meant attending a church social function. We had both had enough of shopping and as I did not want to phone Davina any earlier than she had specified we went and had a pub meal and a beer.

Just before two o'clock I drove Chantal to where I hoped her 'pitch' would be and parked up saying "It looks different at night, obviously all the businesses are shut with nobody around other than whores and their punters." She was gently caressing her own breast and breathing very deeply.




Chantal: The Real Story Ch. 01



"You wonderful pimp, it is ideal I am imagining now – please hurry up and call Davina."

I was half hoping for an opportunity to get her to see sense at this step, but did not think from her reaction it was worth saying anything. I dialled Davina's number on my cell and she answered almost immediately and when I told her who was calling she said she was free and to meet her in a nearby café.

It was only just around the corner so we jumped out of the car and I said "Although there may be a chance to grab something in future this is the start of the slippery slope." She did playfully grab my crotch and walked away from me swinging her ass.

I caught up and took her arm and we easily found the café, a rather run down looking place with just half a dozen customers. It was not hard to spot Davina, rather tall late forties 'big' blond hair and a lot of leg and tit showing encased in a very tight black dress. She saw us enter and greeted me with a very friendly smile "You must be Ron nice to meet you; I see you have brought your merchandise along she looks fine you will make some money from her body."

"Hello Davina, this is my very good friend Chantal who was very eager to join in our discussions, before we go any further I know time is money will £100 cover the consultation." Saying this I slipped an envelope across the table to her – I know I would have got away with less but wanted her on our side.

Davina said "That is much more than I had in mind, leave it there for now and we will see if I can give your mutual fantasy that much help. – Grab us all a coffee and we will start talking, whose fantasy is this?"

I got some coffee and briefly outlined that I had written the story about Chantal with no expectation that she would read it, but she had and it matched her own fantasies in many areas and wanted us to try and go for real.

Davina smiled at Chantal "So obviously a consenting adult, but are you sure Station Road is not a nice warm brothel in Nevada and Tom Cruise is not going to drive past and ask for a quick blow."

Chantal smiled "I think I know a little of what to expect but we girls just can't trust our pimps can we – he promised me Tom Cruise."

"Look if you stand on that corner for six hours a night you can expect something like two smelly cheap jacks to take you down the alley and get you on your knees while they thrust their revolting cock as far down your throat as they can. The other dozen or so punters you are attractive enough to tempt will take you in their car around to the wharf half of them will want a blow half a full fuck, possibly one or two paying extra for your ass."

"I can see from your reaction that I am not doing a very good job in putting you off, Ron did tell me it was the sex not the money. Some of the 'johns' will be just average guys the majority quite friendly if you treat them right but you are bound to draw the odd dirty one and the odd rough one. There are no nice shower rooms in the cars, just a quick 'wet wipe' is recommended and then most will drop you back but the odd one will dump you and you will have to walk back."

I said "Thank you Davina that was a very good description which should have put her off the idea, if we can drag her mind back with us lets get her opinion."

Chantal managed a smile "You both noticed that I have not been put off, I am going to try it if you can sort it for us, I take it that a newcomer would get grief from the other girls."

Davina said "Not a lot but if you are really sure Saturday week I will be around and will warn the young druggies off, they all listen to me. I take it your pimp will want to keep an eye on you?"

I said "Yes you are right again I intend parking up in an old van nearby, should be alright I have done a fair bit of covert surveillance in my time."

Davina said "Oh yes you are a mate of George's, but retired he said. Well that is my idea I do have a room nearby where I take most of my punters but I think I will not offer that to use on a first night. You can really start at the bottom and progress if you aren't cured by the experience and want to come back."

Chantal said "You have been an enormous help and definitely deserve the £100 my pimp gave you, talking of money how much should I charge?"

Davina said "Come back to my room with me and I will talk you through all the things you need to know and perhaps talk some sense into you although I have just about given up on that. Your pimp can wait here."

Chantal stood up and said "Great idea you can tell me all the ways I can cheat on my pimp – see you in about half an hour." She gave me a kiss on the forehead and walked out arm in arm with Davina. I got another coffee and after turning down a proposition from a girl who looked about sixteen and had been watching us all the time I phoned George and told him that things had worked out fine so far and thanked him for his help again.

After nearly an hour, two coffees and several cigarettes Chantal came back in to the café and virtually picked me out of my chair to give me a huge cuddle. "You clever person you have arranged for it to really happen, in ten days I will really be able to thank you properly. It is perhaps silly logic to wait because in a way you have already pimped me."

I said "No darling no punters and no cash yet and you may even come to your senses before it actually happens."

She gave me a long deep kiss forcing her tongue into my mouth and her breasts against my chest and finally broke off and said "If you believe that you do live in a fantasy world. I will be back here very soon."

Driving back Chantal was very happy and would not admit to have any worries about her forthcoming experience. I told her "Look I will be in the van nearby, but if most of the action will be in cars down at the wharf, I will not be in a position to help if things get nasty. You will have to keep your mobile phone handy and I have got an old CS spray I kept, well out of date but it should still work, illegal though so don't get arrested.

She said "I think I said before while I know you want to take care of me if anything goes wrong it will be my fault not yours. Davina was very nice she did keep trying to put me off, mainly on the theme that the street was a ridiculous place to do it. Things were not at all like the good old days it was nearly all stupid very young girls or worn out older ones in for only one thing – to feed their drug habit."

I said "Maybe we should accept her advice, what suggestions did she have for going up market?"

She gave my leg a stroke and said "Let's just get on with the current plan even in the unlikely event that I do not like it I will have the excuse to let you fuck me."

I said "Hey I am sure you could think up an alternative excuse to let me fuck you than selling your body to a dozen smelly punters first, how about starting with the fact that I love you?"

She replied "That is a very nice sentiment and I admit to loving you as well or we would not be doing this. Yes I am sure I could come up with an excuse to fuck you on a very regular basis but our fantasies proved to be so similar that it will be much more fun for us both if we continue to play them for real."

I was still worried, but in all honesty had to admit to myself that the way things were going were indeed risky, but as long as she was enjoying herself, who was I to argue. I was getting, or will get, everything I could wish for. "Wonderful girl who am I to argue, after your initiation I must try and get my whore working a bit more up market, just working the street will not keep me in the life style I want."

She put her arm around my neck and started playing with my ear, how the hell was I expected to concentrate on driving having this sort of conversation and physical contact. "Just sit still and let me get us back in one piece, did Davina tell you all you need to know about the going rate to charge for I need to know my whore is getting a good price?"

She said "I don't know what knowledge you have of the rates but I was surprised at my earning potential, I should have taken it up years ago – you can wait and see. Davina is a very friendly person a little older than Nevada Kitty I can not imagine becoming great friends but we seemed to get on well. I also had the lesson on venereal disease and general cleanliness – she said some of the young idiots will go bareback for extra money although that is a complete no no."

I told her "You make sure you remember that real life is not as clean and safe as fantasy."

Again distracting me from my driving she said "I hope you can keep me soaked in cum as my punters will not be able to, I take it from your reaction last Saturday that you are not as worn out as Nevada Ron?"

"Well I am sure I can manage more than he did but remember I am over twenty years older than you so there will not be a never ending supply." We had just about arrived back at my house and agreed that she would probably not phone before but would be around at Saturday lunch time. I got a very pleasant thank you and farewell kiss and cuddle but we thought it was best if she did not come in.

Saturday lunchtime I opened my front door and Chantal walked past me and grabbing my hand said come to bed. She wore the pair of white platform shoes with six inch heels we had bought together; a nice short white skirt slightly flared and with pleats every three inches or do. A simple low cut white tank top, a little midriff was showing and the skirt had a fairly wide brown leather belt. The heels made the overall appearance slutty but without them it would have been pleasingly sexy.

She took me into the bedroom and giving a twirl said "I hope you have spent plenty of time working off your frustration because after you have admired my new gear it is all coming off – except the heels of course." She then removed her top, displaying a very attractive pair of boobs, considering her age they were held quite high and firm and were tipped with nice sized nipples. I am very surprised that she had kept them so well concealed over the years.

She gave them each a squeeze asking if I liked and then took off her skirt, her body was completely hairless and looked marvellous. She had worn her years very well indeed, a great many girls twenty years her junior with have been happy with what she was showing me.

"You're soon to be whore is not all that innocent, she sat back on the bed and pulled her legs up showing me the end of a black butt plug sticking out of her ass. I am afraid I was naughty and could not wait for my training session; sorry I started with an enema and then worked my way up with some lube on my fingers, a slim dildo and then this. I did not start with the intention of going this far I was just going to clean myself out for you but it was so much fun I got carried away."

So much for my plans of a gradual build up taking most of the afternoon "Before I say anything else I must mention that you have a most wonderful looking body far nicer then my fantasies could have imagined. But on the subject of you going over the top with your preparation it is a pity neither of us is into BDSM because that deserves a spanking."

She smiled and said "Most definitely no BDSM but the odd slap on the ass is an acceptable way for a pimp, or lover, to keep his whore in order. I imagine that would also constitute training for what I might experience from one or two of my punters."

I said "The odd smack if you say so but however much you get into the story in Nevada there is absolutely no way under any circumstances that I or anyone else will go any further – agreed?"

She smiled and pulled me down and gave me a long kiss "Of course I agree that was not part of the fantasy and it will not be the reality, now are you going to start some loving, my ass needs some more training."

I knelt beside the bed and slowly removed the butt plug, I had actually purchased a set just like this, but she had already used the medium one. I dipped my thumb and two fingers in the pot of lube I had left handy and easily slipped a finger into her prepared ass and bent over and started to play with her nice little clit with my lips and tongue. This got a Nevada Chantal standard of instant orgasm, I was so surprised by the reaction I almost jumped back.

I then slid a second finger into her ass joining the first and sunk my thumb into her pussy and used a slow fucking motion and squeezed my thumb lightly against my fingers with just her thin wall between them. This together with some more tongue on her clit had her grabbing my head closer and shrieking 'yesssss'. With a few twists of my fingers I removed them and knelt up saying "Nevada Chantal and the real Chantal are obviously the same person."

I am not sure she actually heard me, she was lying quite rigid, her whole upper body and face where a definite red, her tits looked even larger, each tipped by a very erect nipple and dark red areola. Her whole pussy area, including her clit had swelled up and was looking extremely red. She gave a few more twitches and gave me a lovely smile and said "Oh I do like my new life; I think that is a Nevada Chantal quote and is very appropriate."

"Come and lie beside me and give me a cuddle, I will reward you well next week but for now you can at least play with my boobs you seemed to have woken them up very pleasantly." Her boobs and nipples did feel and taste marvellous and not surprisingly my previous preparation was not sufficient – another pair of messy jeans. My attention to her breasts and her clit very quickly had her going again with her pulling on her other nipple and ramming my head against the boob I was sucking. She took at least as much pleasure as my fantasy Chantal.

After I had cleaned up just putting on a dressing gown and underpants I found her in the living room sitting still naked with a cigarette in one hand and drinking a bottle of Vodka Ice. She smiled "You have got fed up with cleaning jeans I see, must be expecting more problems."

I also lit up a cigarette and said "You are easily as good as my fantasy Chantal I can see I will need assistance in meeting your demands, how on earth have you managed to keep that under control for so long?"

She said "I did not realise until recently, in particular the last half hour, just what I was missing, Nevada Chantal said she had wasted years to catch up and I wholeheartedly agree with her. I thought I was here to have my ass worked on you gave me great pleasure with a couple of fingers shall we try a fake cock now."

I said "Let me finish my fag please, then you can select your preferred lover from our combined stock, you have several to choose from. Although remember next week there will be no choice if you go through with it, what ever cock pays, gets to use you."

She jumped up and wrapped her naked body around me and said "Don't bother to think about the 'if' word we both know what is going to happen next weekend. I doubt that any will get the pleasure you are just having; it is unlikely I will manage to strip off completely in the back of a car. Stub your cigarette out and let's get on with it please."

Grabbing my cigarette and stubbing it out herself she dragged me into the bedroom and with a pretence of serious consideration of which of the available dildos she wanted, picked the largest, it was not a stupid size but fairly fat and long. I said "Now you just hang on a minute since when do you think I let my whores choose who or what uses their body, this was only a possibility for today's session so I kept it in the drawer."

The toy I had hidden was long and flexible and running along its length were six balls increasing in size towards the base, the smallest being less than an inch in diameter and the larger being at least two inches. Her reaction was "Oh that looks like it might be fun how do you want me on my back or doggie?"

I said "We will use your choice in the doggie position later I want you on your back so I can see your face as I play with this one." She lay back and I again warmed her up using my mouth and a couple of fingers in her pussy, perhaps not instant orgasm for her but she certainly did not take long to climax.

With out giving her chance to get her breath back, I applied lube to the toy and eased the first ball into her ass. Surprisingly considering her lack of experience the first ball popped in with little effort, telling her to play with her clit, I pushed again and watched her hole expand around the second ball and then snap shut again. "Keep working on your clit, more to come." With a firm push, her ass expanded over another ball and she gave a little moan. I left it for a moment and lifted her bum up to slide a pillow under to get a better angle. Then returning, I pushed quite hard to pop the next ball against her now resisting muscle.

I got up beside her and told her to hold on to her knees as it was getting to be a bit of an effort for her to hold the position. I thought it was time I had a suck and a few gentle bites on my new found toys. Even without either of us touching her clit she achieved yet another, rather light orgasm. Getting on my knees again I told her just two to go and had to push hard to pop the next one in.

She was still doing fine so requiring a good shove I forced the final largest ball in which got a rather loud groan and asked her if she felt full. "I have a sort of cramp feeling in my stomach but my butt and pussy actually feel rather pleasant." With that I gradually pulled it out with each ball again testing the elasticity of her muscles. I quickly applied some more lube along its full length and with slow steady pressure pushed it all the way in again and after a short wait slid it out.

Her ass did not close up completely but left a small red hole glistening with lube. I told her she was a good girl and slipped three lube covered fingers into her ass and started licking and sucking her clit. I had lost count, but yet another very good orgasm was her reward for taking the new toy.

I sat up beside her and she said "I think I am fully trained now in all the necessary skills you just need to turn me out to get some work experience. Are you going to give me the graduation test now?" I told her to lie on the bed with her head buried in the pillow and to stick her ass in the air and applied some lube to her chosen toy.

The cock shaped dildo was nearly as wide as the largest ball but this time the largest bit was at the tip rather than the base, it was however a little shorter. I slipped one lube covered finger into her ass and then withdrew it and started a firm pressure to slowly force the fake cock in. This did not get a pleasured response but it was only a sort of drawn out groan she uttered as I sunk it fully inside her anal tube.

After pausing for a minute to enable her to adjust to the experience, I withdrew an inch or so and then pushed in again Repeating this several times, getting a slightly longer stroke each time I was now hearing a louder moan and I noticed her hands clench into fists. Maintaining the movement with my left hand I gave her a slap on each cheek, not very hard I thought, but they left a hand shaped red mark on each side.

I saw her body flush yet again, and increased the speed, maintaining the by now long strokes, she was now having yet another climax generated without any clit or even nipple encouragement. She was indeed a good whore. When I slowed and slipped it out she rolled over and pulled me down on top of her and gave me a long juicy kiss, and said "Oh that was marvellous I will save that hole for you next week you deserve to be the first, we have had a lovely afternoon thank you for every thing."

Chantal then went off and used my shower and got dressed and after several more kisses left in her car. That was the last time I would see the beautiful girl until next weekend when I was taking her to sell intimate parts of her body to any man who had enough cash.




Chantal: The Real Story Ch. 02



I was wandering around with a hard on for the rest of the weekend, I just could not believe that me putting my fantasy into words and getting the story posted on this site would have turned out the way it had. Chantal 'my best friend who was a girl' was already just about my lover and had committed herself to becoming a common street prostitute next Saturday. I thought that although there was plenty of time for her to get cold feet, this was unlikely, my fantasy had been so close to her fantasy and her obvious needs, that it would happen.

Arrangements were virtually in place, but I did contact a mate and asked to borrow his old Ford Transit van for the coming weekend, it was ideal for covert surveillance. I booked a room at the motel for the night; I did not want to drive back after the experience. Other than making sure my digital camera had batteries there was nothing more I needed to do, other then work off my frustration about three times a day.

Chantal called late on Monday night and confirmed my thoughts, she was really looking forward to the experience and said she had been watching her videos and wearing out her new toys. I told her that another chapter of my story would be released on the site the next day.

She rang, later, on Tuesday and said she had read another chapter, this time on the subject of girl on girl, two cocks in both holes and talk of a forthcoming gangbang. Her comment after we chatted about the story in some detail was "Don't fancy girls and as for the rest I can't imagine reality catching up with your fantasy, but I enjoyed myself imagining it. It is nice that your fantasy involves you remaining faithful, as the other Chantal said 'that's sweet'."

All I could say to the last comment was "My fantasy had me surrounded by very attractive women but so far I don't fancy Davina or any of the youngsters I've seen, so at least for now you have no worries."

On Wednesday she called and informed me that she had done the necessary modifications to the old skirt and that it looked in line with my fantasy – she said she had done some poses in full kit and looked, and felt, sluttish. We discussed the things she had to carry in her handbag and came up with the need of quite a large one. I came up with cell phone, CS gas spray and plenty of condoms, then added fags and lighter. Her list included wet wipes, lube, lipstick and a hairbrush.

Discussing things in detail was just getting her more and more excited, I was absolutely sure that it would actually happen. She did not manage to phone on Thursday or Friday but did send a text message 'don't worry still very much on – will come early sat and we can play around for a while.'

First thing Saturday I collected the van and did a little work fixing curtains to blank off the rear compartment, it was ideal for what I had in mind. Chantal was around before I had finished, looking rather nice, she was not yet in her gear though. "Come on into the bedroom, you can leave that, I have been so randy looking forward to tonight, I want some sort of action now." So much for any hope of her seeing sense (I honestly did have that hope in part of my mind) in no way was she having second thoughts.

She immediately striped off and lay on the edge of the bed and I obliged by working on her pussy with two fingers and her clit using my tongue and lips. I did not need to use any lube she was so turned on that my fingers were soaked and she was moaning a long drawn out 'yesssssss' on my second or third finger movement. After she settled, she told me to lie beside her and play with her boobs and nipples. I willingly complied, but said "Hello darling it is nice to see you! You said you were looking forward to tonight, I think getting this close you should we getting cold feet."

She cuddled up even more and pressed my hands harder into her boobs and said "I actually was having some sensible thoughts this morning and I did have a rather sick feeling in my stomach. The sane me knows it is an idiotic fantasy, which is why I needed what you so efficiently just gave me; a reminder from my body what I have been missing all these years."

I said "I can give you that sort of pleasure, and more, anytime you give me the opportunity, you do not need to offer this lovely body up for sale to a drunken, smelly pervert to achieve it." 

She said "I know; and it's not just my silly mind games saying it would be cheating, if you are my lover but not cheating if you are my pimp. I want you to be my lover but I also want to play out tonight's fantasy, if it does go wrong and I chicken out you can still have your wicked way with me tonight."

I said "Forget about me, if you have doubts we call the all thing off now, just go back to reading stories it is much safer for your mind and your body."

She pulled her legs up to her chin and smiled "It was only a little moment of sanity I have been fantasying along vaguely similar lines for several years and now my wonderful pimp can make it happen. At the moment I am sure that things will go ahead as planned, but I promise I will stop if things don't feel right."

"We will stick to the rules for now, as I have promised you my virgin ass after I have had all those men in my pussy and mouth, would you like to warm it up for us now When I said warm up I don't mind the odd slap you gave me last time, but I am not into anything harder."

I cuddled her "I meant it when I said I do not want to hurt that lovely body of yours, that rough stuff was part of the story not my fantasy. I would like to play with your ass but no toys, just my fingers; I don't want it to be slack tonight which your pussy presumably will be after all your 'johns'."

I got her into a doggie position and put some lube on my fingers, but first used my tongue to lick around her little hole and curling my tongue managed to force it in. Then starting with one finger I opened it up, and was soon able to slip in a second with no difficulty. She was giving me sluttish verbal encouragement, good verbals for a future punter, especially when I forced in a third finger and started working in and out.

I used my other hand to slip two fingers into her pussy, which had her squirming and climaxing for the second time that day – I hoped it would not be her last. I kept up the treatment gently, while she completed her enjoyment which took a while. When she finally settled, she lay on her back and invited me to play with her nipples.

Her boobs and in particular her nips were pleasantly red and I accepted her invitation and used my fingers to pull and twist both, not rough but firm. She said "That's nice; I may be able to do something that Nevada Chantal thought dangerous. A stainless steel barbell would look rather sexy through each and it would give you something to pull on."

I said "My whore can spend her earning on whatever she likes, but my little friend seems to appreciate that suggestion, I had held him under control until you said that."

She laughed and said "No promises, but one request please, don't sit in your van tonight wanking off I want some cum after I finish wasting pints of the stuff inside condoms."

I replied "Nevada Chantal kept her condoms from the first night had you better take a polythene bag to collect them, would be sensible from a litter point of view anyway."

Chantal agreed with me and wondered why Davina had not mentioned the litter aspect because that would obviously cause a lot of grief from the many moaners running down the oldest profession. I again tried to get out of her what she was going to charge but was told to wait and see. We spent a couple of hours playing and talking in the bedroom and then had a bit of lunch. 

We decided to drive up early and both settle into the motel but before we left I did give George a call to confirm that they were not having a purge that night. Although both street prostitution and kerb crawling is illegal a 'blind eye' is turned except occasionally when some pressure group kicks up enough fuss so that the police have to be seen to do something.

On the drive up Chantal jumped from periods of long silence to spells of continuous chatter, obviously she was still having mind battles. We booked into the motel and the first thing we did was have a shower together, which got her more relaxed. She then insisted that I go out and get lost for twenty minutes, she would ring my phone when I was allowed back in.

I went out to the car park and checked over the van and picked up a few drinks, crisps and cigarettes to keep me happy for the rest of the evening, hopefully I could do without tissues, I had a much more interesting place to get rid of that sort of bodily fluid tonight. I did consider phoning Davina but figured Chantal would, if she wanted to.

My phone gave two rings and I quickly headed back to the room, I had a visitor's key for a door on the wing, the room was on so did not need to go into reception. I knocked on our door and got a "Cum in luv." Chantal was perched on the windowsill dressed in full hooker gear and dragging on a cigarette; she had definitely achieved my fantasy look.

"Does my pimp want to take me to work now, no twitch in my leg muscles and feeling moist in my naked pussy?"

"If you are absolutely sure, it is a little earlier then I thought we would start, but it is getting dark so why not. Although you can obviously stop at any time during the evening, this is the moment of truth. Is the not so innocent housewife who has so far had sex with only her husband really going out now to sell her body to any, and all, men who will give her a few pounds?"

She came across the room took me by the arm and said "Ready when you are, lets go for it." We drove down to the 'red light' area and I dropped her off a few hundred yards from her pitch and parked up exactly where I hoped I would be able to. It gave me a good view of her spot and a view down the alley nearby, the only street light was on the opposite side of the road just past where she would stand.

I climbed over into the back of the van and looked down the road and there was my very own prostitute walking towards me. She had put on her platform shoes, whatever else hurt at the end of the night I bet her feet and leg muscles would be killing her. When she was walking the skirt did give an interpreted view of everything under the skirt, which was of course only her naked body.

She passed me and took up her position, striking the 'pose' and lighting up a cigarette; she did look exactly what she very soon would be – a common prostitute. The street was completely deserted apart from us; the weather was dry and not very cold, although both were forecast to change later in the night.

We must have set up shop a bit too early as it was a good twenty minutes before there was any sign of life, and that was the competition. Some twenty five yards away two young girls were standing obviously waiting for business. The zoom on my camera showed that they were talking about the new whore down the street but made no movement in her direction. They were both dressed in skin tight vinyl skirts and crop tops, one with long straight blond hair, the other a 'punk' pink.

I had already taken several shots of Chantal but I added a few of them for atmosphere. At last an old battered Nissan car drove slowly up from behind me; he looked at her but continued up the road also passing the youngsters. Chantal had gone to the edge of the pavement and from her body language he would have been in no doubt what she was offering. A few minutes later a man in his fifties wearing a cheap suit and grey mackintosh walked out of the road behind me and after glancing around a few times went up to Chantal, it looked like she was going to drop the 'aspiring' part of her job title very soon. After a short conversation she took his arm and walked with him down the side alley.

The lighting was not very good, but I saw what was virtually a shadow kneel down and after some preparation take his cock in her mouth and give him a pretty quick blow job. She stood up and walked with him back to her pitch. After he walked away she phoned me and said. "That's it your best friend is a prostitute, bit like Nevada Chantal's first he hardly said a word and it did nothing for me better luck next time. Love you."

She hung up without giving me chance to say anything; she had actually done it although a pity it was not a proper fuck, she would have liked that much better. After only a few minutes, another guy walked from the same direction, a little younger wearing a sweater and jeans. Again a quick negotiation and off down the alley, very similar although perhaps a little longer and she was back again waiting for more. I got just a text message 'even worse that one was smelly'.

When she was back in position a Fiesta drove up and after a brief chat she had got into the passenger seat. This was now going to be the bit I knew I would hate, I made sure I had got a photo of the car registration but also wrote it down just in case. The wait was not at all like my fantasy where I had a two way mirror to watch, anything could be happening to her.

After what seemed like hours, I had nearly jumped into the front of the van to go and find her; it was in fact a little less than a quarter of an hour the Fiesta dropped her back in position. Her text read 'nice guy only oral – shame'. Around a quarter of an hour later two cars came up the road, one passed by slowly but the second stopped to talk to her. It was a Range Rover which she was soon climbing into, another painful wait, even longer this time.

When he dropped her off she gave him a wave and telephoned me "That was much more like it, he very efficiently used my pussy, walk across and I will take you down the alley and say thank you." Mixed emotions for me both glad she had enjoyed it and would presumably continue but that would mean more worry for her safety.

I jumped out of the van and walked over "We won't talk now but I wanted to say thank you to my pimp for arranging things, that last guy made me feel that the whole idea may work out. Now let me see what your cock looks and tastes like I want it all right down in my stomach can't have my punters seeing me cum splattered may give them ideas."

The beautiful girl then took me down the alley knelt between my legs and gave my cock a Nevada Chantal quality deep throat burying the full length of my cock into her and bring me off without spilling a drop. With unanimous agreement that it was a great experience she told me to get back in the van and let her get back to work.

Without much of a wait a two year old BMW pulled up and took her off again, I was getting a little more used to the wait but it still seemed like ages before he dropped her off. The text read 'good fuck, good guy, gave him my cell number'. Things were looking up for her and yet another customer pulled up, not very reassuring this one an old Ford van. Ten minutes later I got a text saying 'only oral, bit rough, bastard making me walk back'.

After several minutes I saw Chantal approaching arm in arm with Davina, they were chatting away and both stood on Chantal's pitch. After a while a Rover pulled up and talked to both girls; he drove off with Chantal. I hoped Davina was not annoyed, although presumably not, she looked around and obviously sussing me gave a wave and walked back towards the two youngsters.

The Rover dropped her back and the text read 'pussy he was fit'. I saw the pink punk girl coming down the road towards her and thought this could mean hassle. Not to worry the youngster opened the conversation and they chatted away with some obvious laughter for some time. Two lads then walked up to them, both late twenties smart casual dress but probably a bit drunk.

After some discussion between the four of them Chantal swayed off down the alley with one guy on each arm and the girl headed back to her pitch. I could see them down the alley and wondered what service she was going to render, with two punters at the same time. Again my view was little better than a silhouette, she was standing with one leg on a low wall and one of the guys was going at her from the rear, hopefully in her pussy, and the other guy was playing with her boobs.

He did not take long, and with some movement which indicated she was putting the second guy's condom on; the guys swapped places and she had another cock pounding away inside her. This location was not at all like the English Ranch, it looked downright crude as I watched her clean herself up when he finished. They were soon walking back chatting and I would guess she may have got a tip as one of the guys took his wallet out and gave her something as they left.

I did not get a message presumably because I could see what had happened, I think she was getting tired, at least her legs, as she now sat on a pile of old tyres if there were no punters around. When a car did show she jumped up and struck a pose on the edge of the kerb. Several passed her by but then a red VW pulled up and she was off again after a chat – I had a lovely view of her ass as she was bending over talking to him.

Just as he dropped her off a SUV pulled up and after a quick discussing she was off to the wharf again. I had no idea how much she was charging but none of her potential 'john's' seem to put up much argument. By now she must have got a fair bit of cash in her bag, another safety concern. Perhaps a little longer than usual she was dropped off again and this time I did get a text 'two nice pussies – second one nice and hard – he got my cell number'.

She had not had enough yet; giving out her number twice must mean she intends to continue her activities. I thought I must move us up market this was far too seedy for my lovely friend. After a reasonably long break she had a walker, well staggerer, who she took off down the alley. She was working on him with her mouth when I saw her jump up and start wiping her legs; she was still cleaning herself up as he left the alley. Her text read 'filthy bastard was sick all over my legs'.

She was not put off and again after a fair wait pulled another car, small Cleo, which had her back quite quickly. She flopped down on her tyres but before she had time to text I phoned her and suggested that her pimp was happy she had made him enough money and that he wanted a turn. Her reply "I am ok but you are the boss come and pick me up."

I scrambled into the front of the van and drove over to her. "Hello ducks want to see some action?" I told her I wanted an all-nighter and to get in. "Thank you my lover and pimp that went as well as I expected. I have taken seven cocks in the pussy that so far has only been experienced by one man and I got pleasure from every one of them. No fantastic orgasm like you can give me but the two guys I gave my phone number to will be very welcome to try again. Apart from those two perversely the other good climax was from one of those guys in the alley that even earned me a tip."

"There are downsides to working here, the blows in the alley are no fun at all for me especially the one that was sick all over me, but all in all I have given pleasure to thirteen guys and collected a surprising amount of cash. Enough moaning I got a lot of pleasure and now want to give you some, how was it for you?"

I said "A mixed reaction really, you fulfilled my fantasy looking so much the part standing there, waiting for your first punter, that was a perfect start. Then a bit of reality seeing you kneeling in a dirty alley, that was not like the ranch at all, but you had done it. Later the biggest problem of the night, I was always so worried when you were with just anyone in a car out of sight. You were not gone for any great length of time, but I was always so relieved when you came back.

"It got more erotic as things settled down, you were obviously enjoying it and I do not need to tell you what I thought of my reward. I want to hear your reaction in detail but my first summary is - good start but must go up market if you wish to continue."




Chantal: The Real Story Ch. 02



She said "That's enough discussion on the subject for tonight, I now want us to give each other pleasure as lovers, and then snuggle up for the night, and we can talk about the future tomorrow." I parked up at the motel, near the door to our corridor, and took my very own whore to my room, did not see a soul – shame that.

She said she needed a leak and wondered if she should have a shower or did I want to use her as she was. I told her that I thought we would both be happier if she had a shower and rather unkindly mentioned the guy that had dumped his curry down her legs.

She had a quick shower and came out and gave me a cuddle "Now I can say thank you properly for everything you have done, what would you like?" I told her that her virgin ass would still be there in the morning and I would very much like to dump some cum into her pussy if it was not too sore.

She said, jumping onto the bed and pulling me with her "Lovely idea, in no way is it too sore for you to have it has only been used by seven guys tonight, plenty of mileage left in it still." I wanted to give her my best shot, earlier that day she would have had only had one other guy to compare my performance with, after just those few hours I was now number nine on her list.

I snuggled up beside her and nibbled her ear, gently caressing a nipple with one hand and sliding one leg over her thigh. "All those guys playing with your body and not a mark on you, although I suppose your pussy is a little inflamed – let me see if I can wake up your lovely nipples a little more." I then bent over and started sucking and lightly biting her other nipple, whilst still squeezing the first between my fingers.

This gave her a reasonable orgasm after just a minute or so of my attention, my equipment was absolutely rock hard but I thought I could wait a little longer and moved down the bed so I could use my mouth and fingers on her pussy. She was very wet as I slipped three fingers into her pussy and pushed my thumb against her ass, my position was not good enough to actually get it in. I slowly stimulated her with my fingers as I licked and then nibbled her clit.

I did not let up the stimulation as she had her second orgasm with me that night; with the three earlier ones she mentioned the fifth for her. She really had a good time with this one her boobs and nipples had become very red and engorged. I am not sure if she could take anymore warm up but by now I could not wait any longer to sample the goods. I knelt up and offered my cock against her dripping pussy and she said "Yes please my lover, and of course pimp, fuck your girl now."

I pushed right in, it felt so warm and pleasant, and started a slow and long rhythm but it felt so good that I soon had to speed up. I really wanted to give her the best but I was so pent up that I was letting go far too quickly. With my release she let out a nice long 'yes' and pulled me down on her chest and gave me a very nice kiss. I am afraid I then did a typical man type thing and rolled off her and still cuddling her said thank you and dropped off to sleep.

I was awake long enough to hear her say "That was marvellous my lover." As she pushed her body against mine and presumably went to sleep as well, her night had been far more tiring then mine.

I woke up with a very rigid cock which was not really surprising because it was very deep in Chantal's throat at the time. Giving it an extra suck she removed it and gave me a kiss "Good morning wonderful person, would you like to use your whores arse now, it's already prepared?" I quickly dispelled the thought that I was dreaming, and moved to push my cock against her puckered hole, which was now presented to me in the best doggie fashion.

"Good morning, what a superb way to wake up." I then applied firm pressure and my cock slipped into the virgin ass with surprising ease. I just went in slowly and not very deep, but she was not having that as she pushed back sinking it well in and letting out a little groan. It was her that started off a fucking motion but I soon got the message and started to give her as long and deep thrusts as I could manage.

I was definitely in heaven and Chantal was doing very well in particular when she tucked her hand under and started playing with herself. She was well away, might have even given a wake up call to a few of the other motel guests. I was quite pleased with my stamina; I had not been getting any practice for years, but finally with a few very hard thrusts emptied myself deep inside her.

She rolled over and pushing the now very erect nipples into my chest, gave me a hug and said "Oh I did like that, I have been missing some great experiences all my life, you will certainly get the opportunity to do that again plenty of times in the future. As I assume your old body will not be able to give me anymore pleasure for a while lets go and give each other a shower."

We played around in the shower for quite a while but we had to get going as her hubby expected her back before lunch. She got dressed in her jeans but still looked fabulous and we booked out and set off back home in the van. She immediately started getting serious "I have had a great time this weekend; my first reaction is that I am certain that I now have a lover - that was the best part."

Before I could comment she continued "As for my new profession there were some excellent moments and some not so good, obviously the venue is not conducive to continuous pleasure. Having said that, I am still very glad that however things progress and I am sure they will, that was the way I started. I am sure it gave me most of the sensations possible, and I must admit that my perverse mind and my body enjoyed the experience."

"Talking to Davina, she says that I am stupid working at the bottom and would get much more enjoyment going up market. I will have to talk to my pimp about how we achieve that, he has been so clever this far. I was very surprised by the amount of cash I collected, perversely probably more than the average night working up market. I had better sort out your cut, a fifty-fifty split presumably?"

I said "At last I am allowed to get a word in, thank you very much for the first comment; I am very pleased to accept your offer of being my lover. I gather that I still have to be pimp as well as lover but I am afraid that I like that idea as well; providing you want to. I will do all I can to help. You still have not admitted to your pimp how much your body was worth but however much it was it's all yours I don't want or need a cut."

"Before I tell you, the £100 for Davina and the motel room are my expenses it is not fair you pay for them."

I said "I will except the £100 but as for the motel room I got more than enough value for what I paid for that – remember?"

She opened up her bag and took out a large bundle of various denomination notes and taking off five twenty pound notes did not seem to reduce it all that much. "Obviously I can't charge what my body is worth when I just supply a filthy alley but it does mean I can get through a lot of guys, my total take for the evening was £570 including one tip of £20."

I was genuinely surprised at that "Hey lets turn around and get you back to work you are talking real money, how much were you charging?"

"A simple menu choice, a blow job from your girls' mouth was £20 if it was down in the alley but £30 if they gave me the comfort of their car. If they gave me pleasure in my pussy that would cost them £50 in the alley; but £60 if we were trying to get a comfortable position in their car- which by the way is impossible."

I laughed "I see my whore is not into customer satisfaction, you mentioned how you got your pleasure several times."

Clutching my crotch she said "Are you saying I don't give pleasure, I can ensure you that everyone who had me last night was completely satisfied with the exception of the drunken idiot that spewed up on me."

I removed her hand, for our own safety, as I was driving "If they left you with just a little bit of the satisfaction I had they would have been very satisfied customers. You said you gave your cell number to a couple of punters, I assume they were pleased. What have you got in mind if they call?"

"That's easy, another good fuck, they were both fit guys and nice with it. I suppose you want a more serious answer – as you know it is not my normal phone but a pay-as-you-go which is not traceable, I will leave it with you for now. If either calls you can take booking for next Saturday, I could use Davina's room but I think I will book a room for us at the discrete hotel she mentioned reasonably near."

"So you don't need me as a pimp, just as a secretary and to be nearby when you get hurt so I can pick up the pieces?" 

"Oh you are going to be very busy this week, you have got to sort me out with a web site, book me onto two or three 'escort' web sites and give me another good fucking, we are nearly home."

"I can see I need to keep you working, I am too old to keep up with your demands although it will be fun trying. I will do some research on escort services, we had better take some photos before you go home."

"Waking you up again should be no problem if we do the photos first, putting me in erotic positions to make men want to fuck me."

"I think a few as you are dressed now, some in your hooker gear and a few on the bed naked will be all we can manage for now, and we can do some more when you expand your wardrobe. I take it we will be putting pixilation over your lovely face?"

"Yes, well we can try and keep my hair over my face and turn it away rather than ruin the pictures, get something up as soon as you can we can refine it later."

When we got back to my house, we had great fun taking a lot of pictures, she looked great and I got lots of good shots. It did have the desired effect, and I used that lovely body again, my second time in her pussy to our mutual pleasure. She had to get home but did say that she would have to give some serious thought to her future availability. With a long kiss and cuddle she returned to her home and husband.

When she left, I just slumped in my chair and wondered where on earth things were going. Just three weeks after putting my fantasy on the web, my best friend was my lover and I had no idea how that was going to develop, she was married. As for her prostitution our fantasies had become very much a reality, and she was very obviously not at all put off and wanted to continue.

All I could, in all honesty, do was play along and help all I could and try and keep her out of trouble. For the rest of the day, and all day Monday I researched 'escort' sites and built her a basic offering. I hoped she would phone as I was ready to go live and wanted her approval.

She did telephone quite early and greeted me with a very cheery "Hello my loving pimp; your loving hooker is feeling randy, have you lined up lots of action for her body next weekend?"

I had mixed emotions to her eagerness but had expected it. "I take it; any suggestion that you try and think sensibly how things are progressing would be wasted, so I will just e-mail you a link to a site I found."

She almost immediately picked up the mail and said she was browsing an interesting site headed 'Chantal, more fun then you can imagine'. "So far it looks like you have done a marvellous job, my bio and photos all work fine, I don't think anyone would be able to recognise me." She then agreed the prices sounded about right. I had set them as £70 1/2hr £110 1hr £200 2hr £400 4hr including dinner/dance. The same price was applicable for incall or outcall in the Seatown area.

She then got onto the availability area which I had set up as eleven on Saturday morning through to midnight. "As I have, for now, only got the weekend, you better amend it to two o'clock for the night and offer ten till two on Sunday morning that might get some takers. Your 'services' page is a bit bland, I did a bit of my own research last night and would like you to add a few things."

"Sensual experience promised, will kiss you any where and you can kiss me any where. Cum as often as you can manage I am able to encourage you to perform more times then you would expect. Absolutely at my discretion 'OWO' even 'CIM' – well throat actually and my small hole can be persuaded to join in the fun and a small spank is ok but ask first. The additional services are only considered for the 2hr sessions, possible for the shorter ones but you would need to buy more "time"."

She was going over the top "Whoa there, I don't object to the kissing and I would expect you to accept anal from the reaction I get and I hope the invitation to spank will not get out of hand. But, and it is a very big but, oral without a condom and cum in your mouth is out of the question that just is not safe."

She replied "I have been doing my own research and the risk of catching anything is something like all the media food scares, virtually nil. I just need to be careful I have no cuts or the like in my mouth and have a good look at the equipment offered. As for swallowing I did read that any danger is while it's in the mouth so 'Swallow or spit, don't let it sit'."

I was still not happy "Look that is stupid, if I put it in can I at least add that it can only be available to gentlemen on a repeat visit, you will then be able to be a little more selective. I think I will also add strictly no BDSM. Watersports or other unusual practices in case you get any more stupid ideas."

She said "Ok you can put in that clause for the OWO if you must. It might help me build up a regular client base; I take it my two from last week have not phoned."

I said "I still think that you are taking too much risk but I know you well enough to accept that I cannot win an argument, the e-mail I sent included three escort sites you can register on although if you do them all it will make a major hole in your earnings so far. Also are you going to book the hotel?"

She laughed and said "Already booked the hotel and I will register with all the sites I want as many hits as I can get, you had better arrange for the van again as I will probably still have to work the street. Will get off the line now and do some signing up; will phone tomorrow, love you."

After yet another call she left me slumped in my chair, wondering what was happening. So now I did not only have to worry about her getting beaten up, but she was also relaxing hygiene rules, although I must admit that a lot of the competition did offer it. I suppose she is sort of correct, the dangers are probably over hyped.

Early on Tuesday evening one of her 'regulars' phoned, I explained that she could not come to the phone and after establishing that he was the SUV, I thought she would like to know which one she was meeting arranged for him to have a look at her new site and call back. He phoned again after only a few minutes and said he would love to book a two hour session at seven o'clock, in her room, and wanted it to include all her services. I did warn him that none of them were guaranteed they were entirely at her discretion.

I had only just completed that booking when the other guy phoned, obviously the BMW, and he was also happy to check out the new website. He was also desperate to get the full service and with the same caution I booked him in for nine o'clock. He also tried to arrange for an all-nighter on the Friday which he said he would pay £500 for, he still expected to want the Saturday as well as he was very impressed.

I told him that it was unlikely but I would inquire and get back to him as soon as I could. The real Chantal obviously made the same impression on clients as the fantasy one did, already booked for half the night. I had started a file for each of her regulars and was now able to add their telephone numbers although she would have to find out their names.

Fortunately Chantal did call and after telling me that she had signed up to four sites and hoped to get lots and lots of customers I said "Oh dear, I expect that was a waste of your hard earned money, you must have spent most of your earnings?"

She replied "I know but there does seem to be a lot of competition out there and just for the moment my availability is somewhat limited. I think I had better ask you not to push me about what I just said; it is too early I have not fully thought it through. Why do you say I have wasted my money?"

I thought I had better not push, but I wonder what that is about "On Saturday your pimp has arranged for you to be in your hotel room from seven until eleven, well I have booked it was your skill that made it happen."

"Oh that's wonderful, you mean both the guys from last week called and booked a two hour session; if they want that after a few minutes in the car with me what will they want after two hours? You do mean it they both called, surely it's too early for the site to kick in?"

I said "Hey, go and take a cold shower it is only Tuesday, yes they both called, and after they looked at what you had to offer on the site were drooling over the thought of getting the full service. That is not all 'BMW' additionally would like to spend Friday night, all night, with you and offered £500."

At that there was silence at the end of the phone but only briefly. "My pimp has been doing his job very well indeed; perhaps he does have his uses other than a lovely cock. I can easily leave in the evening, if you will drive me. Get him to book into the motel and I will meet him at eleven, no say half past ten – I will phone him for details while we drive up. I had better have a cold shower now, or perhaps use my hand and then have a warm shower. Expect your favourite girl to drop in on the way home from work tomorrow, you deserve a reward."

My dear Chantal did not need the stimulus of reading my fantasy any more; reality was obviously working well on its own.



Chantal: The Real Story Ch. 03



I know it is obvious, but this is the third chapter which is not intended to stand alone. Full understanding will in fact be gained from reading my preceding story before embarking on this saga.

Thursday my duties as a pimp were not required and I spent some time thinking what had happened to me over the last few weeks. My very best friend had read my fantasy story on the net and it had coincided with her own needs so exactly, that she was still my best friend, but far more. Last weekend she sold her perfect body to all and sundry becoming a common prostitute, she pleasured a total of fourteen guys in one night. The most significant being me, she was now my lover.

I was very pleased with the fact that she was finally my lover, but although my fantasy had become reality, that had some disturbing aspects. Chantal was enjoying every minute, almost, of her new found profession, but she had just added to my anxiety for her physical safety. Apart from the high possibility of getting beaten up by a punter, she had now insisted that it would be a part of her service to give oral without using protection and even swallowing the cum.

The only bright side on safety was that she was moving up market as an escort and would, hopefully not work the street again. An even brighter fact was that she was coming around to have a quick session with me on her way home from work. Although she had just come direct from work, the women I opened my door to was not the old Chantal. She looked and acted very sexy, she was wearing a business style trouser suit in black, with a red silky blouse, her usual working attire. What was new was the amount of titflesh displayed by a very efficient bra, her black stiletto heels and much more attention to her hair and makeup than was usual for work.

When I greeted her and complemented her on her sexy appearance she said "I have been feeling randy ever since our experience, all the girls at work are accusing me of finding a new source of sexual satisfaction – little do they know. Dickhead of a husband has not really noticed, I was all over him on Sunday night but could not get any response. I have not got all that much time, so would my lover like to get all over me now?"

We were quickly undressed and on the bed, I started work on her nipples with both mouth and fingers which had them both standing up almost immediately, and her squirming under me. She was so turned on that as soon as I transferred similar attention to her pussy and clit; I was rewarded with a long drawn out moan and her having a reasonably prolonged climax. 

I rolled off the bed and stood up watching her lovely body settle down again and then asked her to kneel up on the bed for me and entered her from the rear. My first doggie experience with my now lover was, needless to say, very satisfactory for both of us. While I was out of practice I was again very pleased with both my stamina and the intensity of my climax.

She seemed very pleased with my performance "Darling that was fantastic, can your old equipment give me a load in my mouth as well, if I give it some loving?" I told her it was a marvellous offer but I thought I needed time to recover these days. Telling me it was a shame she went off and had a quick shower while I went and sat down with a cigarette. She finished her shower and dressed, to her already sexy appearance she had added that 'just fucked' look to her face.

"Thank you my lover, that was a reward for being such a good pimp, next weekend is sounding like a lot of pleasure already, as you can guess I am really looking forward to it. I have been thinking about my availability in future, but will wait until after next weekend, to discuss it with you, sorry to keep you in suspense but I have got to give it a lot of thought. I am off home, your whore will be around ready for duty at seven tomorrow."

While she had been in the shower I had checked her web site for mail and said, handing her mobile "Hold on, I've got work for you to do before you go, there are a couple of calls for you to make." After two very flirty calls my dear girl had arranged for a guy to fuck her for half an hour before her seven o'clock and for another to use her from eleven until midnight. 

"You are a very efficient pimp; two jobs for you to do you may as well cancel the van for tomorrow looks like I won't need to work the street this weekend at least. If the site is going to generate responses, you'd better note that I am not available next weekend, my 'off' week. See you tomorrow." With a long kiss and cuddle she was gone.

Chantal arrived on time the following evening; although she had been home she was still dressed in her working - day job – clothes. "Hello wonderful pimp. I need to shower and change before we go but would my lover like some compensation for having to spend the night alone again? I actually made the same offer to hubby just now but got the usual response, his loss."

I was again dragged into the bedroom, and she stripped off, although she did put her shoes back on, she knows what I like. "As you will have no choice where you are fucked tonight I will let you pick how we do it, any preference?" She was very specific offering me to warm up her nipples, open up her ass ready for her punters and she would suck it clean when I finished. The latter she said she had better try as it would probably be expected of her.

The new Chantal had obvious similarities with Nevada Chantal, just using men for her pleasure, but as with the fantasy one, she gave exquisite pleasure to me as well. We both derived great satisfaction; in fact my old equipment managed a second load in her mouth.

We both had a quick shower and she dressed in a nice black dress I had not seen before. It was only a couple of inches above the knee but the top was formed as a loop behind her neck supporting her boobs but leaving a ridiculous cleavage and a completely bare back. She looked fantastic, easily Hollywood red carpet standard, rather than slut. She did have a similar length white coat to put over the dress as she was meeting her 'john' in the bar.

On the drive, Chantal was very bubbly and looking forward to her first opportunity to try her newly acquired skills in a better situation and with plenty of time. She was not at all nervous and was sure she would give him value for money as he appeared from her first meeting to be a great guy. On the way, we pulled into a lay-by, while she called him and confirmed that she would meet him in the bar and told him what she would be wearing. We were there in plenty of time and I booked into my room and we went and had a drink in the bar, there was no problem with him seeing that she had her 'minder' on hand.

He arrived a little early and soon spotted Chantal sitting at the bar with me, she was hard to miss. Chantal introduced me and we found out his name was Bob, smart guy, mid forties tall and well built. She asked if he would like to get the commercial side out of the way, he handed her a nice fat envelope which she passed to me for safe keeping, we did not bother to count it. Bob even asked to buy us a drink but Chantal said that was not necessary unless he wanted one, she was quite happy if they went to his room.

I watched them leave; she was off to spend her first whole night as a paid hooker. I felt a lot happier with this set up, he seemed a nice enough guy and I suspect she will have a pleasurable time. I had two more pints and went off to my room, as agreed; she gave me a check in call around midnight. "Hi, all is well having a great time, will check in again as usual, bye for now." I wasn't expecting another call until the morning but there was no point in telling the punter that.

I went off to my bed with no real worries for her safety, just a bit of disappointment that she was not coming with me. Just before nine she rang and said they were going down to have breakfast together; she would call again when she was finished. It was well gone ten when she called and said that he had gone and for me to check out and she would meet me at the car in half an hour. She thought it best that she did not get noticed with two men again, she may need to use the place in future.

I got back to my car, her small suitcase was on the seat but no sign of her, although it was only a few minutes before I saw the beautiful girl walking into the car park She had changed out of her sexy black dress, it would have looked a bit odd for breakfast, and was wearing her tight jeans, heels and a white sweater which looked well filled – obviously a good bra again.

She jumped in beside me and suggested me went and parked up overlooking the beach and she would describe her experiences. That was no problem for me, I seldom eat breakfast and she had replenished her burnt calories, it was a nice sunny morning and I found a nice spot on the cliff top. "I take it you had a good time, would you like to give me all the sordid details; did he get his monies worth?"

"That was a most pleasurable night, talk about easy money. I approached it with the mental attitude that it was you I was spending the night with, I hope that does not sound horrible, but it worked. Both Bob and I had a very pleasurable time; I know it is very unlikely that all the punters will be as nice, but if they are only half as friendly, I am going to have a marvellous time."

"We went off to the room and asked how he wanted to start, perhaps not surprisingly he wanted anal so I gave him a sexy presentation which enabled me to lube up, and he went for it. In no way was he as good as you with the warm up but he sure was long and hard, we both had a good time. I thanked him with a real kissing session with plenty of tongue action, as I said I was treating him the same as I would you."

I said "That sounds fine by me the guy did give you £500 after all, please continue."

"He then wanted a drink which we both had with me sitting on his lap and chatting, he was caressing me but he has not got your technique I am sure you would have got me off again. He was very eager to try my advertised 'oral without', it was actually different for me, he was circumcised, I managed to keep him on the edge for a nice long time. He seemed to really get off, when I swallowed his load, sounds funny but his seemed to have a different taste to yours."

"I had actually worn him out and we just cuddled up and went to sleep, easy money. I woke him by working on his cock with my mouth and then got on top and slipped him into my well lubricated pussy, I am a slut! He was again very good giving me full satisfaction, and he was happy when I sucked him clean. A quick shower together; and a nice friendly chat over breakfast completed my nights work. Bob was obviously very happy and he still wants to try some more this evening."

I listened to her description of the night, and knew there was little chance of talking her out of her new career, "My whore is obviously happy in her work, I take it you are looking forward to tonight?"

She agreed, but said she needed some rest as she expected a rather hectic evening so we spread a blanket out and spent the rest of the morning lying in the sun. For lunch we went and bought a burger and chips, and went back to the same spot to eat and continued our restful chat, mostly talking about the adventures of Nevada Chantal. She was getting a worrying fascination with the multiple partners, but fortunately still had no desire for the BDSM aspect.

Back to reality, she received a call on her cell, and arranged another punter to start her evening off at half past five. The investment in the referring sites had nearly paid off with just tonight. We drove off to the hotel, it was more of a pub with accommodation, and booked into our respective rooms. After she checked hers, and came to mine she asked me to swap, the one allocated to me had a shower whereas the other only had a bath.

She changed into just a short black leather skirt and white lacy blouse with matching bra and her black platform heels, then said, "When I get a better set of clothes, I must ask the punters preference before we meet, first impressions are important. I do need this bra to make them look right; looks like a boob job may be a business investment one day." With that thought she called the first 'john' and told him her room number, he was familiar with the hotel and would be up in ten minutes.

I grabbed my stuff and went off to the other room, it was too early to go to the bar, I didn't want 'brewers droop' when it was – hopefully – my turn later. I had just settled in when she called and said all was ok and she would call again. This was quite a good security idea of hers; it would - we hoped - deter anyone thinking they had all night to get away with abusing her or the like.

An hour later she called again. "My gentleman has just arrived, same room, will call again." I thought it was much more fun in the fantasy English Ranch, I was just watching soap on the television. She called again half an hour later. "My gentleman has just arrived, still in the same room; I will call again as usual." I knew this was her SUV chap from the previous week and as he had two hours, I went off to the bar for a couple of pints.

While in the bar I was propositioned in a none too subtle manner by a woman a bit younger than Chantal but who from the look of her, had been feeding a drug habit for years. I thought good news on two counts, not much competition and the hotel could not worry very much about the trade. I got fed up, waiting in the bar, and went back to my room and watched some more television. Right on time I got a call "Hi, Bob's here now, will call you later." I assume things were going fine, she was still alive, so I settled down and actually dozed off.

Just after eleven she phoned and said "I think my last one has chickened out, not answering his phone, so I will come over and see my lover." She appeared at my door a few minutes later and gave me a long kiss and cuddle.

"Do you want your coat? It's still early on a Saturday night, better get you down to the alley you should be good for at least a couple on your knees." She, presumably, knew I was joking and pulled me inside and said make us a coffee and I will tell you all about my experiences, while you play with my boobs.

I made the coffee and sat down on the bed beside her, she had not undressed, so I slipped a hand under her bra and gave her nipple a little squeeze, saying "So tell your pimp all the sordid details."

"First guy, called Dave, was fine, he effectively used my pussy and I gave him a good mouth job. Putting OWO/CIM on the website means everyone expects it although to be honest I quite like it myself. He also wanted to do me anal instead of pussy but I insisted that he would have to book again if he wanted that, I'm pretty sure he will."

"The next guy, only in his early twenties, was a bit eager but I explained that half an hour was only enough for my pussy. Well he had me going so well that I was so enjoying it that I did not notice this." She then took off her blouse and bra and showed me a bite mark on her left tit, it was a very red teeth impression surrounded by a black and blue bruise. "I had my legs up around his waist pulling him in and I think I may have even pushed his head in closer when he was doing this, naughty but nice."

"It's not really good practice to go on to the next guy with damaged goods though. I should hope with the service he received he would come back for more. Next was my friend from last week, just to confuse things, another Dave. He was very pleased with the attention he got. Started with a full mouth and throat job and then he wanted my ass so I gave him a good show using the anal balls thing you got me and plenty of lube. Poor dear he tried so hard but even with me doing my best we took ages getting his equipment hard again. Finally we thought that was the best we could manage and he slipped it in, it did show a lot more interest when I suggested perhaps a few slaps on my ass."

"I did invite him, and it worked, he gave a backhanded slap on one cheek and then an open handed one on the other, and started pounding away with a much firmer cock. His attention was greatly appreciated by my body and was well away even when he gave a few more slaps. His slaps did not cause any real pain, just an 'ouch' and then a tingling glow and it was more than enough to get him to perform."

"After I gave him a few cuddles and both had a shower, we parted the best of friends, I am sure he will be back. Then it was time for my already regular customer, Bob had used my body nearly as much as you have. I think he must have managed to acquire some Viagra since last night because he managed two very pleasurable goes in my pussy. That sums up my action so far this evening, Bob did make a comment about my used body, not only the bruised boob but some bruising on my ass, he is sweet."

I turned her over and examined her bum, not bad at all, still a bit of a red glow but no real bruising, "You didn't really sum up your view of the night but I did notice the mention on several occasions that my whore was happy in her work. The damage to your bodywork is not bad, the boob sounds like it serves you right and the slaps were invited, I don't think you can call them bruised just glowing."

She sat her naked body across me and said "I had a marvellous time, as Nevada Chantal said 'all those wasted years', I am really enjoying catching up. Would my lover like to take advantage of my unexpected free time?" That would have been a stupid question even without the fact that it was asked with a pair of succulent tits crushed against my chest and warm thighs wrapped around my stomach.

I gave her some gentle loving on her tits and pussy using both my hands and mouth and then had a pleasurable hump at her pussy. Asking her to turn over I then sunk into her ass just using a little lube, it had been loosed for me by several punters. As I got faster I did give her a few slaps on the invitingly glowing cheeks, and we managed to climax simultaneously. We were both nicely out of breath, but, so I remained somewhere near the top of her league table for the night, I rolled her over and gave her another long climax using my fingers and mouth.

She cuddled up and said "Please nice pimp can I cuddle up and go to sleep now or must I go back to my windy corner?" Chantal was asleep almost immediately, she looked so nice lying beside me with a contented look on her face. As I went to sleep I am sure I had a smile on my face as well.

As it was Sunday morning, breakfast was served later than usual, which was just as well, we just made last orders at half ten. Chantal was bright and cheerful but did seem somewhat thoughtful at times, but I did not comment. After breakfast we set off, but on the way she asked me to pull in on a nice sunny spot overlooking rolling countryside.

"Serious chat time. I have been considering where my life is going and would ask you to hear me out before commenting. First, thank you for making these last couple of weeks happen, I have had the most fantastic time. Both you, and to a lesser extent my many gentlemen have given my body much more pleasure than I have ever experienced before."

"This coming week I am not going to call you, I won't guarantee I will be able to ignore reading the two final chapters of your story though. I am going to give hubby a final chance to show me the attention that our marriage requires. I promise that if he does commit to improvement we will remain good friends although probably not lovers."

"I am however going to ensure that I have a permanent reminder of our lovely adventure, on Monday I am going to have two barbells inserted into my nipples. If, and it is a big if, I make my marriage work I will still cheat a little more and let you have at least one play with them. I am not sure how much I will tell him but even he will manage to notice the huge love bite on my tit and the lumps of steel in my nipples."




Chantal: The Real Story Ch. 03



Alright, I admit to some disappointment at the thought that my pleasures might be withdrawn, but my reply was genuine. "I just care about two things, the first is that you are happy and the second is that we remain good friends. Whatever you decide is the correct path for you to take with your life is the path I want you to take."

She gave me a nice little kiss and said "That was the perfect reply, as a reward you can use your whore's body however you wish when we get back to your place."

"In that case I will drive us home right now but as there is a possibility that it is my last chance to give you pleasure you must choose how I use it."

She said "I will take you up on that offer, let's go." We were home in half an hour or so, and she immediately took me into the bedroom and we both stripped. "Ok, this is what I would like; you can use the anal probe with the knobs on and while you are getting it well in could you use your oral talents on my clit. I will work on my own boobs so you have another hand free for my pussy."

I, needless to say, complied with her request, which had me hard and her squirming around with a huge climax in no time at all. When she recovered she said "That was good, now as I may not have the opportunity to try any multiple penetrations if I end my career; please leave that in my ass and give me a good hard fucking. Perhaps even give each other a nice hard bite mark on the neck as well."

It was a very strange feeling when I pushed into her pussy, my cock was rigid, and as I slid in, I could feel each ball in her ass rub against it. Chantal obviously had a similar sensation as she had a screaming climax almost before I was fully inside. I did a few slow long strokes while she settled, but then speeded up as her legs flew up behind me and her teeth sunk into my neck.

I have no idea how I managed to keep going for so long, perhaps my cock thought it was too much fun to finish quickly; but we were locked together giving the bed springs serious grief for ages. I finally came pumping loads into her and just collapsed onto her lovely soft boobs. We both lay in silence panting slowly until she broke the spell by saying "That just about convinced me to stay here for ever, but I am going to clean up now and go home to him."

She had quite a quick shower; to her earlier damage I had added a serious love bite where her shoulder joined her neck. "I promise I will come and let you play with my pierced nipples on Saturday, but I really mean it, when I say, I will not telephone you before, thank you darling." With that she left, and although she had promised to remain my best friend, that could be the last time I see my new lover.

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Chantal: The Real Story Ch. 04



After my beautiful friend who had prostituted her body for the last two weekends left on Sunday, I had a severe case of mixed emotions. On the one hand, I hoped that she would make her marriage work, and remain my best friend. This was by far the most sensible option, if for no other reason, her safety. On the other hand I was very obviously getting unbelievable pleasure from having her as my lover, but realised that I was far too old to keep her new found sexual appetite satisfied. 

It was a very peculiar week for me; she said she would not phone, so I tried to settle back into my familiar rut from which I had been so surprisingly removed from recently. The final two chapters of 'We own a legal brothel' had appeared on the site, but my web interest was with what was appearing in her inbox.

As the week progressed she received an e-mail from all four of her friends from the weekend. She had left her phone switched to a message telling anyone to mail her. The first message was from Bob, he knew she was not working but just said thank you for the experiences and for her to contact as soon as she was available. Dave (SUV) wanted her to get in touch as soon as she was able and the other Dave mailed to say he wanted a full 2 hour session so he could try her ass, even her quickie mailed apologising for the bite and asking for a full 2 hour session.

She was obviously good at giving the full 'escort' service, every single one of her punters was hooked and wanted repeats, I wondered if they would be lucky. I did, as expected have to wait until mid morning on Saturday for my beautiful friend to come around. When she arrived she looked absolutely fabulous, high beige stiletto boots sticking out from under flared blue jeans. A tight black jumper and a white light leather jacket, the overall effect was smart yet sexy.

She greeted me with a lovely cuddle and said "I have missed you my very good friend, before we talk any more I must tell you that I have made no final decision yet. I have had a few 'chats' with hubby, at least my bruises got his attention on Sunday but as yet no resolution of our problems. At the moment we are sleeping in separate bedrooms but I am giving him another week to think things through."

I put my arm around her waist and took her into my lounge. "That's fine entirely up to you how long you take, think it through as much as you can but remember your happiness is the only important consideration. As I am relegated, at least for the time being to just a good friend back to rule one – my equipment stays where it is although your appearance has already had the usual effect."

"Good boy, it is probably best for both of us if we leave it like that for this weekend. I have had a little decoration done as discussed but I think if we leave them out of the way for today that will be best in the long run. When the decision is final, you will definitely get a look and more than likely much more than that."

"Talking as I was about making holes in my nipples, I read your last chapter, that was gross, I am very glad that your fantasy for me, as opposed to Nevada Chantal, was only my barbells. Overall though, all twelve chapters were a very good read, and I have had, and given myself, a lot of enjoyment reading them."

I said giving her a little kiss on the ear, "My fantasy for you doesn't actually exclude some more work on the boobs, although almost perfect, I am sure your customers would like a little more volume to play with."

She gave me a sulky look. "Talking of my gentlemen how many has been back in touch, I should hope at least a couple have?"

"Everyone that shared your pleasure last weekend are very eager to do so again, your four 'friends' have all left e-mails for you."

That got a real smile on her face and she said "Oh, Your maybe, maybe not whore, is quite good, once I give anyone a sample they are hooked. Four guys at two hours each that's £800, it would not take me long to earn enough for your suggestion of giving these a little more weight." With this she held her boobs in both hands and wiggled them in my face. "If you slip your hand under my jumper you may find something to have a quick play with – be gentle though they are not properly healed yet."

Well, although knowing that that was a silly idea for my, and her, self control, I willingly accepted the invitation. I slipped my hand up along her soft belly, onto her even softer breast and found that the nipple did indeed have some decoration. I gently took the tip of the nipple between finger and thumb, but Chantal jumped and pulled away saying "Sorry darling, that was a silly idea, I must go now, and I will phone you later in the week."

I apologised and asked if they were still sore, her reply was more interesting "Soreness was not the problem, it felt far too nice, another few seconds and we would have been naked; sorry I must go." With that she grabbed her coat, and quickly left the house, just blowing me a farewell kiss.

Well although it was a brief visit it was nice to see her, although I was still left not knowing where things were going - frustrating in more ways than one. My suspense was maintained, she did not telephone on Sunday or Monday but early on Tuesday evening, I saw her number appear on my caller display.

"Hello my pimp and lover, this is your whore calling if you are not busy I would like to come over and see you?" I reacted like a teenager again and rushed around tidying up both the house and myself. But before I had achieved very much she was at the door. She was dressed more as whore than lover, pointed black stiletto's with four inch heels, short, but not indecent, black leather skirt and red silky blouse tied to show her bare midriff.

I got a very sensuous kiss and cuddle and she said "Still giving him the very last chance I have told him you are putting me up in your spare room for a while, and he can call me if he wants, but I am reasonably sure it's over." I told her I hoped that was what she wanted, and offered to get her case out the car and go and prepare the spare room. "Don't be a stupid idiot; get your kit off and into our bedroom quickly." Well I could not actually argue could I? Although I was obviously a willing participant, I think she would have raped me I if wasn't. She started off with me on my back and her riding me and then swapped places and had me pounding away with her legs locked in the small of my back.

After her three orgasms and my one, I lay down beside her and we both recovered in silence apart from the fact that we were both panting. Chantal was the first to recover and taking hold of a barbell in each hand used them to wiggle her boobs and said "You haven't played with these yet."

I took the nearest one in my mouth, it felt marvellous as I played with it using my tongue, and gently played with the other with my hand. This gentle manipulation gave her yet another orgasm and she wiggled around presenting her pussy near my cock again. I could only say "Hey, have some respect for my age, if you want anymore you will have to go to work." I did for a moment regret saying that, I wasn't sure that was still part of her agenda.

"Oh, yes I must give my gentleman a call before it gets too late, can I see their e-mails and have we a telephone number for all of them? I got up and showed her on my lap top how I had set up a file for each of her 'regulars' which included all I knew about them. She could easily find a copy of any mail and contact numbers. I suggested she might want to add her own comments about their preferences etc.

"My very efficient pimp has organised his records as well has he just took care of his best asset, you have got all the numbers, I think I will give Bob first choice." She dialled his number and introduced herself with care when she got an answer. "Good evening, this is Chantal Marketing, is this a convenient moment for you to talk." … "It's nice for a girl to receive complements but I assure you I enjoyed myself as much as you sound as though you did" … "I would very much like that, would you like Friday or Saturday." … "Ideal, ten o'clock Friday evening, I will let you know which hotel, nearer the time I haven't booked anything yet, looking forward to seeing and feeling you again."

Next she called the Dave (SUV) and after the same cautious introduction and some banter arranged to meet him at his house at midday on Saturday, that will be different, her first outcall. The other Dave did not pick up so she just left a message that Chantal marketing wanted to do some customer research. She did get her quickie, Eric who she arranged to meet at six on Saturday evening.

"I am sorry my pimp, I only have six hours work arranged for this coming weekend, what are you going to do about that?" I told her there were no more hits on her site but I would change it to say she was available this coming weekend. "Well remember I did get both my best customers from off the street, maybe I will have to try there for some more! On the site you could just say I was available, no need to specify the weekend."

I slipped on my dressing gown and virtually staggered into the lounge and sat down to have a cigarette, Chantal joined me without bothering to cover her lovely body, and also took a cigarette. I smiled at her and said. "Look it is only Tuesday if you are going to be like this until Friday you will either give me a heart attack or be taking a lot of cold showers."

Chantal slipped one hand under my dressing gown and started playing with my limp dick and offered one of her nipples to my mouth saying "You introduced me to the pleasures my body is capable of giving and receiving, so you will have to 'suffer' if you can't find me enough punters to keep me happy. Honestly I have missed it and now I have made the decision to move out I want to do all the catching up for my lost years that I can."

Her attention was getting me a little stiffer again so I took the nipple into my mouth and had an interesting play using my tongue on her barbell. The effect of my fingers on her clit and pussy while playing with her nipple provided her with a nice shuddering climax in no time at all. I asked her "Please leave him alone for a while, if you let him recover he may be able to give us some more pleasure when we go to bed, and before you ask it is not bedtime."

She gave me a nice kiss and said "My pimp had better get to work on the site, perhaps a big 'I'm back', I will go and put my new gear back on and you can put a few more photos up to encourage them." I went and put on some clothes in the hope of calming her down a little, and had at look at the site stats, we were getting around two dozen hits a day but obviously no idea how many were genuinely looking for physical contact.

We spent the rest of the evening doing some photography and tweaking the site, but did not get any responses. I did recover enough to take my lover to bed and I achieved a very satisfactory orgasm and managed to give her three, without - it must be said - any great effort. In the morning I made us a nice large 'fry up' for breakfast before she went off to her day job. She wore her black trouser suit and heels that I had seen before, but she had on a red blouse which was just about sheer enough to show her bra and that in turn was thin enough to make her piercings just noticeable in particular when she moved.

As she left she said "The girls at work have noticed that I was going back to normal, they will change that opinion when I breeze in this morning." I kept my eye on her web site all day, she had taken her phone, but there was no mail, although a few hits. When she got home looking very pleased with her day, she told me that the girls, and the men, at work had indeed noticed she was happy again.

She then cuddled up and said "I've organised some more help for you so I don't wear out that old body, Dave did phone back and we are entertaining each other at eight o'clock on Saturday, straight after Eric. We must sort out booking the rooms, I think the hotel is acceptable, it is a little more down market but more anonymous."

I started to tell her that there had been no other enquiries but she said "I have also got another interesting appointment; this guy William actually wants an escort to accompany him to his ex wife's remarriage ceremony and reception next Friday. I can easily take a day off work but first we are going to meet for an hour on Saturday to make sure he thinks I am suitable, I sure I can persuade him."

I telephoned the hotel and asked if they had two rooms available for Friday and Saturday nights, I asked specifically if they had the same one as Chantal had used last week, because of the shower. I was answered by her saying "No problem, in fact I have the one next door available as well, I expect that would make things a little safer for your friend." They obviously were a very understanding establishment.

Our quiet evening doing some erotic surfing and watching a little television was interrupted by one call; a punter wanted her right away. He did not sound very happy when she said sorry nothing until the weekend. That night we again enjoyed each others bodies, she thought I should give her ass some more attention 'in case it is shrinking up again' – it wasn't.

She did not receive any more calls Thursday or Friday and as soon as I warmed her up after she finished her weeks 'day job' work, we set off for the hotel. Her only appointment was with Bob at ten o'clock so after booking in we went and had a drink in the bar. We did get talking to Hazel, the owner/landlady and without any admission by her or us that Chantal was a working girl it was implied that we all knew the reason we were there.

After an hour or so a guy who I would guess was in the services, presumably navy, came over and said that the landlady had told him that Chantal may be available for a chat. She was a little careful of this development and said "I do indeed offer myself as an escort if a gentleman wishes some company for a while, what have you got in mind?" He came straight to the point and asked how much for a good fuck.

She replied "I actually charge for my company by time £70 for half an hour or £100 for a full hour, anything that should happen during that time would just be the sort of thing that happens when a couple of adults get together." He said that if she had a room he would be happy with a half an hour of her company. She smiled at me and swung her black nylon clad legs off the bar stool and took him off to her room.

I waited until Hazel was not talking to anyone and said "I think I owe you our thanks, do we also owe you any cash?" She told me not to be silly, just keeping all her customers happy, so I just bought her a drink and repeated my thanks. When they returned to the bar, Chantal came over to me but 'sailor' went over to Hazel and bought her a drink and came over and placed another round of our drinks in front of us and said thanks. He was obviously another happy punter as he did not need to do that because he then said goodnight and left the bar.

Chantal cuddled up and said "As he did not know the rules, I have been a little naughty, he very efficiently used my pussy, but I then gave him a little extra, which included a dose of protein to keep me fit. He was a sailor, but unfortunately I have not hooked another regular, he was just having a last fling, they sail in the morning." She asked about the deal with Hazel and I told her about the conversation and she went over and added her thanks.

It was nearly time for Bob to arrive so she phoned him and told her to meet him in her room, and we both went upstairs. I was not concerned about her being with Bob but thought I had better stop drinking as I expected her to want some action from me afterwards. I settled down to watch some television but it was not long before I noticed that Hazel needed to put some oil on her bedsprings, there was a rapid and rhythmic squeaking noise coming from the next room.

There was then a long period that I did not notice any sound from next door but just past half way thru their session a rhythmic banging started again, I think their bed must have been against my adjoining wall. The banging continued for some time and then I distinctly heard some screams of pleasure, Bob was obviously tending to her needs. Later I heard some more moaning but I think this was from her lap top. We had loaded some of my movie collection to entertain the punters as the two hour sessions, despite Chantal's best efforts could not be all action.

She came into my room well gone midnight, Bob had been given some bonus time, and she had obviously enjoyed her evening. Her activities had probably increased rather than sated her desires but I was able to oblige, giving her three good orgasms to my one. We both slept soundly and missed breakfast, but we were ready to set off for her first 'outcall' of her new career.

Chantal dressed in a pair of white trousers, white short sleeved jumper with good bra but no cleavage. Obviously good heels but she took her laptop and looked like she might be selling insurance – I would have bought some off her, although there was more money in selling what she was. Dave's address was only a twenty minute drive, in a small village just down the coast, his house proved easy to find. I pulled into his short driveway and Chantal jumped out, gave me a kiss, and went and knocked on his door.

Dave answered, and she gave me a wave and they went inside. I had yet another two hours to kill while she was indulging in her pleasures. I did not have any real worries for her safety, she said he was a nice guy, but I thought I had better stay reasonably close in case she called. I found a lay-by a few hundred yards up the road and settled down to listen to the radio. She phoned reasonably on time and asked me to pick her up, when I did she said "Whoa, that was some way to spend a lunch time, he stayed hard and did me hard for most of the time, I am positive he had some chemical assistance."

We drove back to the hotel, buying a few sandwiches for lunch on the way, and went off to my room together. She had bought a new outfit for the evening and after some debate if it was suitable for William, who she wanted to impress for the wedding decided it was ok and she would discuss his dress preference for the event. She put on her new white basque, a very short white skirt and some long white boots that went above the knee. This looked fantastic for her in-house work but I don't think she would go shopping in it.

William called and she gave him directions directly to her room, she gave me a kiss and went next door. I had a long evening in front of me again, he was having an hour and then she had two sessions each of two hours. My fantasy in Nevada was much more fun as I was able to watch, but all I could do in reality was settle down and watch some television.

I heard nothing from next door for ages, perhaps discussing the arrangements for next week. The bed springs did finally give their usual indication of activity, a fairly lengthy session finishing with vocal pleasure from both participants. Chantal gave me a quick call and said "Nice guy, all arranged for the wedding and I am sure it will not only be my company he wants, will check in when the next guy arrives."

My next four hours involved some very boring television, the monotony broken only by two brief 'safety' phone calls and five noisy bedspring thumping interludes. My well used lover then came in to my room and said "This is a ridiculously easy way to earn money, four very nice and now happy customers so far today. My body has given me great pleasure; it is a lovely way for me to catch up on those wasted years."

I responded to her kiss and cuddle and asked what she meant by so far, the idiot said "It's only ten o'clock I'll give Davina a call and see if my pitch is available for a few hours, will have to change though this is a bit posh." Despite my arguments I was soon driving her off to the 'red light' district. "My escort business seems to be taking off very well so I thought just one more experience in the alley before I get even busier."




Chantal: The Real Story Ch. 04



I still told her that it was her most stupid and unnecessary idea yet, I was only in my car so had to park much further down the street although, fortunately, she had her full kit with her including the CS spray. I parked up and the street hooker got out and swayed up the street away from me, she was wearing just black stiletto ankle boots, a very short black leather mini and a red blouse tied under her boobs.

She stood on the edge of the pavement and lit up the obligatory cigarette and posed unsuccessfully for a couple of cars. One of them stopped where the youngsters were working; I was too far away to see if it was the same girls. An elderly looking guy looking like he had been on the beer all night came up to her and she took him down the alley, from my new position I could not see the action. They were soon back and as she said goodbye to him another, bit younger walked up and she was off again.

They were finished quite quickly, while she stood there in her pose I could not help thinking how utterly stupid this was. She had probably collected £40 for drinking two mouthfuls of cum in a filthy alley, earlier she had charged a total of £710 to entertain four guys in very comfortable surroundings. A white Nissan then pulled up and she quickly negotiated and jumped in and they drove off, I was close enough to a least record the car index number.

This whole situation was really causing me concern, probably more so than the first time because I knew there was a much safer alternative. She was soon dropped off and stood there but I saw she was sending a text message 'Sorry love, still having fun, will try a few more, love you.' Before I could reply a big guy wearing just his vest and jeans came up and they went off down the alley together.

This one took a bit longer, but they came out and she even gave him a kiss as she said goodbye, she sent a text again 'Well fit, had pussy nice and hard." If she was still in that frame of mind I did not see the point in calling her. After a few minutes she lost another passing car and a chap on foot, but collected a little guy in his twenties or thirties as far as I could see.

They guy came staggering out of the alley just as my phone rang and she said "Bring the car down and fetch me please." I actually stalled the car in my haste but soon pulled up beside her; she was sitting on the little wall in the alley. She was holding her head in her hands and I could see a little blood at the corner of her mouth. She jumped into the passenger seat and said "Sorry, don't look so worried it's not that bad."

As she gently cleaned up her face with a wet wipe she explained "As I took his bare cock in my mouth he gave my quite a hard slap on the side of by boob, I pulled out and told him to stop that. As I took it in again he slapped me hard across the face and called me a bitch, I proved it by sinking my teeth hard into his cock. That made him yell but he shut up when as I got up I kneed him right in the balls. He lost interest and ran off so I called you."

I told her in what I hoped she realised was a stern voice. "This is the very last time I let you work the street. You know I was worried and this proves it, fortunately not very seriously."

She said rather sheepishly "Sorry I have learnt my lesson, the not too hard way, take me back to the hotel please." When we got into the better light at the hotel I could see her cheek was developing a bruise and there was swelling around her mouth. Subsequent inspection also showed a fair bruise on her left boob. There was no medical treatment she would just have to wait for them to clear up; I did take some photos in case she needed reminding in future.

She then went into her room and had a shower while I managed to find Hazel, who was fortunately still up and got a few bottles of Vodka Ice for Chantal and a couple of bottles of beer for myself. When she came back in, I told her to have a few drinks and promise me that she would never even think about working the street again "I promise, those girls must be desperate, it is dangerous, although do you realise I collected £170 in my brief session tonight? If they need that sort of money to pay for their drug habit there is no other way they could possible earn it."

Possibly from guilt, although from her reaction maybe not; she insisted we have sex as soon as we went to bed. I gave her a very intense orgasm by working on her nipples with fingers and teeth and using my other hand on her clit. I finished, at her request with a good hard anal while she played with her own clit until we both had very satisfaction completion.



Chantal: The Real Story Ch. 05



We woke up in time for breakfast on the Sunday morning, Chantal's face looked horrible, both bruised and swollen, although the bruising on her breast was not excessive. I took a few more pictures to act as a reminder if she ever thought about working the street again. Over breakfast she confirmed that she had learnt her lesson and agreed that she was lucky to just end up with a very sore cheek.

Apart from that incident in the alley, she said she had experienced a fantastic time and could not believe that all the pleasure she had received had earnt her £1,150. Although this included the £170 she had collected on the street it meant that after the expenses, mainly the hotel, she had pocketed £1,000 for a few hours work. We did have a long chat with Hazel, who was more than happy that Chantal booked the room and saw no problem with her entertaining anyone she wished in the privacy of her own room.

We booked up both rooms for the coming Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights. Chantal had already arranged for the Friday off, for the wedding but said that she would have no problem working a four day week, and she would tell them that she was not working any Fridays. She accepted it was a little early to burn all her boats just yet, but could not see the point of all the hassle at work for a week when she could earn a week's wages in a few hours and get pleasure from doing it.

Our four nights back home were very pleasurable for me, her sexual appetite was not reduced by the weekends work, and I had a good fuck each night and was invariably awoken by a deep throat job. I, fortunately, had little to do during the day so was able to build up my strength for the coming evening. By Wednesday, her bruised face had completely disappeared and she had gone out at lunch time to buy a new outfit for the wedding.

She modelled it for me that evening, a beige trouser suit with a fine pinstripe, left unbuttoned it showed a simple grey top, which displayed a glimpse of midriff and a lot of titflesh. Obviously a nice pair of tan stilettos and a new hand bag to match, to complete a smart look, a small gold butterfly broach and a gold necklace. She said "I know I have managed to display my boobs quite well, but it is mostly the bra; I think my earnings may soon be spent on some enhancement in that area."

I told her that she looked absolutely fantastic as she was, but her comment was "As Nevada Chantal said 'I know how all you boys like a bit more up top'. I am not sure that I am going to get any tattoos done but I am sure you will think a bit of extra tit to play with will be adequate compensation. I think I'd better go and change out of this, it looks like your little fella is appreciative."

The following evening Chantal got home from work and after a quick shower we set off to the hotel, she was keen to try and get some punters from the bar as we had not had a single live one from the web site. We got settled in and she changed into a short brown mini, and low cut pink top, with a white jumper draped around her shoulders.

It was coming up to nine o'clock when she perched on a stool at one end of the bar, ordered a vodka ice and wiggled around a bit to ensure that her skirt rode up to show the maximum amount of thigh. I bought a pint and found a chair beside the fire, and looking around the bar decided that pickings did not look good. Although the bar was reasonably busy it was hard to spot any men on their own, it was nearly all couples.

Chantal was now actually breaking the law as it could obviously be said that she was soliciting in a public place, but any police action was extremely unlikely. There would have to be very blatant abuse plus some other problem, like drug dealing to attract the attention of the police to the hotel. Her actual escort work was completely legal and providing I did not live in 'whole or in part' on her earnings no problem for me either.

As the evening went on several groups of men did start coming in, and although several were obviously enjoying the view, none approached her. Finally she did attract a pair of obvious salesmen types in their thirties, she used the old 'can I have a light technique' and all three were soon chatting away. The conversation quickly turned very touchy, feely with a lot of laughter and she then took one of the guys off to her room.

They returned after half an hour, and after a brief exchange between the guys she went off with the other one. When they returned after another minimum session, all three had a round of drinks together, after which she, presumably, asked them to leave her alone. She perched on her stool hoping for some more business but the bar was slowly empting, so she came over to me and suggested bed.

Just two punters had left her with a profitable evening, even when the hotel bills were paid, and she said she was quite happy with both performances. I was more than happy to complete her sexual experiences for the evening; she did suggest that it was a good idea, as she hoped to convince William to spend the next night with her; for an extra charge of course.

On Friday she had arranged for William to collect her at the hotel at eleven thirty, the wedding was about 20 miles away, they were attending the service and then the reception, which he expected to be over by around eight in the evening. I had a lot of time to kill, other than getting a burger and chips for lunch I spent the nice sunny day overlooking the sea, lying beside my car listening to the radio.

Chantal did call at around seven saying all went well, William was very happy with the way things had gone. He was taking her for a restaurant meal and they would end up back at the hotel sometime, she would check in again during the evening but was sure all would be fine. She had hooked him for an overnight, total earnings for the day £1,000! Around nine o'clock I got another call when she said "Having a lovely time, will be back at the hotel around eleven. William has had a lovely idea which I suspect you may not like, will tell you in the morning I have not agreed yet."

That thought did not help my mood for the rest of the night, something I may not like means something I will not like, especially if she thinks it's a lovely idea, but has not agreed until talking to me. Something like him taking her on a world cruise perhaps, I could not in all fairness disagree with that, if she thinks it's a lovely idea it can't involve pain. After a lot of thought I could not really think of anything that I could object to, but I am sure if she considered I would; I will. She phoned again to say they were back in the hotel and she would see me in the morning, no clues as to her plans.

Very soon after their arrival, the bed was banging against my wall, a sound which was repeated at least twice before I went off to sleep alone. I was awoken by the same noise, William was getting good value for money, after which she phoned to say they were having breakfast and would see me soon. I stayed in my room until she came up an hour or so later looking very pleased with herself.

She was wearing a simple low cut black top and a short denim mini, with grey stiletto heels, flinging her arms around me she said "That was a very pleasant way to earn a grand, all went extremely well, I know I had the effect William wanted on his ex-wife and her friends. A lot of nice guys at the reception, it's a pity I could not leave my card for them, even got a lovely meal afterwards."

She continued "Sex was well up to standard but I would very much like you to actually dump a load in my pussy, far too much wasted in condoms last night." I told her that it was no good trying that technique on me, she had some plans that I would not like, so tell me about them first. "Oh I actually think you will quite like the idea, as I expect you will want to watch, or even join in, he wants to take me 'Dogging' next Friday night – now will you fuck me please."

I could not hold out any longer mainly because she was now on her knees with my cock in her mouth. I told her "We will get back to that subject in a minute, I haven't agreed yet." I just grabbed her and put her on the bed, still dressed, and proceeded to give her a nice hard one. I did not last all that long, long enough for her though, especially when I dumped a good load into her. "That was very pleasant indeed, thank you, now can you please explain more about your dogging plans."

She said "You snuggle up and have a suck and play with my boobs and I tell you all the details. Apparently there is a thriving dogging scene around here and the only sex William has been getting is visiting the sites and the occasional participation. As a single male he is quite lucky to get asked to join in and generally just gets to watch. He came up with the idea, which sounds like a laugh, of taking me and inviting all comers to use my mouth."

I released her nipple from my mouth, somewhat reluctantly as they were nice, and said "So he wants to pay you to sit with him in his car in a secluded car park somewhere and invite anyone standing around watching to fuck your mouth?"

"I can see your little friend does not object to the idea, he woke up quickly. William is happy to pay me £400, plus £20 for every extra load I take, and it could be quite a lot. He is a member of a web site, and will text message the exact time and location to people he already knows, just before we start. Not only a lot of extra protein for me to drink, but he is happy that I give them my card for future business."

I moved my hand down to her clit and said "I see the idea is appealing to you, I should object for safety concerns but it does actually sound like fun, I can park up nearby and keep an eye on things."

That got an instantaneous reaction, she actually had a small orgasm had said "Oh thank you, I have not been able to compete with your fantasy "Nevada Chantal" in most things but this could well beat her for the amount of cum drunk on one night. You can now fuck my throat as hard as you can manage as a reward."

We were both considerably turned on by the thought, and I did ram a very erect cock into her throat and literally fucked it, Chantal cooperated by pulling me in and forcing her head to take as much as possible. I stayed very hard for the long fuck; I had just cum a few minutes earlier, the poor girl was going very red in the face but kept up her cooperation until I finally came right in her throat.

After some coughing and several deep breaths she gave me a long kiss. "Hey, that one was a bit rough, nice though, I'm competing with Nevada Chantal in several ways, now she would have been proud of that one. "I take it that you have no objections to me phoning William to tell him it's on then?"

"After that, you know full well that I would agree to anything you wanted, so yes, go ahead, but I hope we don't regret it." She phoned him right away, and arranged for him to pick her up at half past nine the next Saturday; she mentioned I would be around. She had got a repeat from Eric booked, and a new one from the site, one hour each, starting at seven in the evening, so we decided to spend the day up on the cliffs again.

She was very turned on by the idea of the dogging session, and even suggested we should try some positions of how to suck me off with her in the car and me standing outside. I did manage to talk her out of the idea, in broad daylight with lots of walkers around. She was still feeling randy when we returned to the hotel, and she changed ready for her first customer. I thought her outfit may be at bit much for the bar later, she put on her red blouse which covered the top but not the underside of her boobs, and all of her midriff. Her only other garment was a short black leather mini, finishing off the effect with her highest black stilettos.

I don't know how many times she had her first two customers in her mouth but they certainly got their monies worth elsewhere, the bed was banging and creaking on four occasions. Not only did I hear the bed, Chantal was feeling quite vocal for all of them.
 She came in to me when finished, and said "That was a lovely couple of hours, warmed me up nicely, lets see how many I can pull in the bar tonight. This outfit will make me hard to miss."

I am sure nobody did miss the whore sitting at the end of the bar looking good enough to eat, unfortunately most of the guys that eyed her up got at least a glare and sometimes more from the women they were with. She did manage in the three hours to get two guys for half hour sessions, which I have absolutely no doubt they enjoyed.

Chantal was really into her catching up for lost time mood, I still had to service her when we got to bed. I know this might sound like I am complaining, and although, I had cum twice that morning, I performed reasonably well. Over breakfast she summed up her weekend as follows. "If it was not for the £1,000 I got from William, I only earnt £500 this week, and half of that came from my efforts in the bar. My pimp is not doing a very good job selling the excellent merchandise he has available. I must admit that he does a good job of sampling the goods himself though."

At home I was required to sample the goods every night, especially after the two occasions that William telephoned to say his planning was going well for her session on Saturday. As the week went on we collected one new guy from the site, and both Dave and Dave SUV made repeat bookings.

We drove up straight from her work on Thursday; she was really looking forward to the dogging experience, although I think my worries were beginning to outweigh my excitement. I did not bother to argue, her mind had been on it all week, and I knew I had no chance in hell of stopping it. Her only booking for Thursday was with Dave who met her in her room at seven. I was watching television next door as usual and after a while the inevitable banging bed, but followed by an extremely loud screaming climax, which was probably heard down in the bar.

When she came back into my room, after only a one hour session, I accused her of being too turned on by the thought of her outing on Saturday. She put a carrier bag containing a fair sized box down on the chair and said "Dave bought me a nice new toy as a present, if you promise not to open it, we can play with it later - different but fun." She was going to try her luck in the bar, wearing a denim jacket and skirt, both short of course and a tight blue blouse with plenty of cleavage.

Very poor pickings in the bar again, not the best place to work but completely safe, and no hassle. Her one success of the evening was however very acceptable to her, and I got a lovely smile and wink as she went out with a tall black guy on her arm. I noticed that the minute he walked into the bar he eyed up Chantal, who was doing exactly the same to him. What was obviously a case of 'hello sailor' and they were off to her room without him even buying a drink.

I went up to my room thinking I might well hear some activity next door. One hour and two bed banging's later she came back into my room and said "Not a case of once gone black never go back, but he was a lovely guy, and gave me a couple of good fucks. The only real difference was contrast in colour, as his black hand squeezed my white boob and a nice black dick slid into my white pussy. He is from a small USN ship in port on a brief visit and said he would give me a call if he could get back tomorrow night – I expect I will see him again."

We went back down to the bar, but without any further success, and by eleven o'clock she came over to me and said "Come on to bed, I can show you my new toy." After she had stripped down to just her heels and got me naked, she took her new present out of the box. It turned out to be a vacuum cup designed for the whole vaginal region; even my extensive research on sex toys had not noticed these before. It was an upmarket job complete with a hand pump and pressure gauge; the bulb was not all that large, about the size of my fist.

She lay across the bed and got me to lube up the rim of the bulb and place it over her pussy. She held it in place and told me to pump away. Her labia lips where sucked in, as was her clit hood, the swelling actually hid her clit - as I pumped slowly, the bulb was filling with her now red and glistening flesh. I stopped so she grabbed the pump and told me to suck on her nipples.

As I played quite hard with her nipples, using lips and teeth on one while pummelling the other with my hand, her legs were out straight and wide apart, and her head thrown back in orgasmic pleasure. She was still steadying the bulb with one hand but the other was still pumping away harder. The bulb was now full of her engorged pussy, looking very stretched but she was obviously enjoying the experience.

She released the pressure and removed the cup, but the swelling hardly reduced and she pushed my head down and told me to lick away. Her whole pussy seemed red hot and was swollen, so much that my tongue could not even find her clit, although taking as much into my mouth as possible, I had her completely over the top again.

After a few minutes of that treatment, I stood up and sunk my very hard cock into her still engorged pussy. Regrettably I only managed a few very hard strokes before dumping my load in a strangely tight pussy, but I had lasted long enough to give her a screaming climax.

As we cuddled afterwards I remarked that she seemed to be erring towards Nevada Chantal's love of pain, and must be careful. "Oh no darling that wasn't painful, that was pleasant, just a tingling feeling and superb sex." I am not sure I was convinced, but I agree it was excellent sex.

The following morning we had breakfast, and she dressed in a tight black jumper and a shortish blue mini skirt with a white butterfly design on one leg, and a pair of dark blue stilettos with a moderately high heel. She had another outcall to Dave SUV booked for midday, and I dropped her off and went to find a quiet spot to kill a couple of hours listening to my car radio. After only a little over an hour I had a brief call saying she was ok but to pick her up outside his house right away.

I took about ten minutes to rush back to the house and found her sitting on a garden wall about ten houses away from Dave's. She jumped in the car and looked undamaged but was red and sweating and breathing deeply. "The bastard, when I got there and after the usual preparation I was lying on the bed and Dave stood at his dressing table and started to prepare some lines of cocaine. I told him no way would I or any of my punters have anything to do with drugs and said I was leaving. "

"He was very genuine with his apologies and said he would leave it and could we please continue. I agreed as no harm done but I told him I never wanted to see him with drugs if he booked me again. We had a kiss and cuddle warm up session and I slipped his condom on with my mouth and he got me to kneel on the bed as he wanted my ass. I lubed up and got in position with my head buried in the pillow and my ass in the air."

"After a few moments Dave's cock was slipping into my ass and he started some nice long slow strokes, have had him there before and he is quite good. Well, as his strokes got harder I was heating up; he was doing marvels for me. I don't usually cum as well from anal but this was better than what you achieved for me last night. I was pouring sweat and absolutely screaming with pleasure, as he pumped his load into me and as I gradually came down the truth was dawning to my befuddled mind."

"I pushed him off and got up looking at the dresser, as I suspected the bastard had used the cocaine and put it on the outside of his condom, there was still quite a bit left so I guess I did not get very much, but in my ass the effect was almost instantaneous. I called him all the names a street hooker could think of and picked up my clothes and quickly dressed in the hallway as I called you." 




Chantal: The Real Story Ch. 05



"Obviously no damage done, I have got a headache and am absolutely furious, you know my opinion of drugs. I must however admit to seeing, or feeling, what some people find so attractive about them; that fuck was well up the list of best ever, but I can achieve the same effect with my own body chemicals quite often – like with you last night."

I could only agree, but did point out that she had adopted a dangerous profession, and that can even happened with someone she had seen several times before, so did not see how we could have taken any other precautions. I told her we had better go and get a large meal for her and perhaps drink a few orange juices to flush her system a bit.

We ended up just putting it down to experience and bemoaning the fact that she had lost one of her regular customers. She did give Davina a call for her to warn off any of the girls as to what he was like although there were plenty that would have jumped at the chance to get a free fix in the ass.

She had one quickie booked from the site at six and while we were eating she got a call from her sailor friend from the previous night. I could only hear her half of the very sexy phone call and was wondering what she was offering him to charge £350 for just two hours later that evening. She told me to wait and see, but that she was doing her best to catch up with Nevada Chantal's experiences.

We spent a couple of hours shopping in the afternoon and she said she was feeling no adverse effects from her experience, other than a nagging headache. We bought several items of clothing and it was a new dress she put on for the evenings activities. It was a simple beige minidress with no sleeves and a zip running down to her belly, the only other items she wore was very large hoop earrings and a belt made up of similar hoops with a length running down one thigh.

She did put on heavier makeup than usual, and wore a new pair of black platform shoes which had her balancing on seven inch heels. The overall effect was a bit over the top to go in the bar, in particular the 'fuck me' heels, so we stayed in my room until her quickie arrived at seven. From the sounds coming from the next room he performed to her satisfaction and she was soon back in with me saying "That cleared my head nicely, he also loosened up my pussy for later, you can do the same to my ass now please."

I still had no idea what she was going to get up to with her sailor friend, but I was happy to oblige. The dear girl was obviously in the mood, presumably from anticipation; tonight's plans had even put her dogging session out of her mind. After a very satisfactory experience for both of us, she went back to her room to have a shower and redo her makeup.

She came back in looking fantastic, and said to me "I know I look a bit slutty, but let's go down to the bar to greet my next appointment, I have lubed up and am all ready." She had still given me no clues as to her plans for this session but I was suspicious that it involved her sailor bringing a friend along. Chantal sat on her usual stool showing a superb expanse of leg and lit up a cigarette. As she was not trying to pull, I was allowed to stay and talk to her and had a beer and got her a bottle of vodka ice.

I was actually surprised when her sailor friend walked into the bar, he did have company, and it appeared she had agreed to pleasure three guys at one session. Everyone in the bar watched in either amazement or jealousy as she left for the bedroom with a black guy on one arm, a tall white guy on the other and her black sailor bringing up the rear with his hand on her ass.

I had to go to my room to hear this, I was not disappointed, for most of the two hours the bed was getting some serious action and I heard a large number of grunts and various levels of screaming pleasure from my dear slut. Just before the session was due to end my phone rang: "Hi darling, having a fantastic time these guys are great, don't worry I think we are going to overrun on the time a bit, see you later."

She sounded very happy if a little breathless, obviously catching up with Nevada Chantal was agreeing with her. I really did 'miss' the ability to watch the action, I am sure that it would have been quite an experience seeing her being pleasured by three fit guys. I was reasonably sure that the noise coming through the wall now was from her laptop, presumably taking a bit of a rest. After a while the bed noises started again although not as energetic as those earlier, but a reasonably long session ended with Chantal screaming a long drawn out scream of satisfaction.

She really was giving them value for money, as noises continued for some considerable time including quite a lot of laughter. It was nearly three hours from them arriving, that she finally came back into my room with a smile all over her face. "Your Chantal is a happy hooker, shagged out literally, I had a fantastic time and am well on the way to experiencing the pleasures that your fantasy Chantal had in Nevada."

She slipped her dress off and showed me her used body, her boobs were covered in little reddish bruises and bite marks although none looking nasty. Her nipples and pussy were still looking an engorged red, and she had some light bruising to her upper arms and knees. I said "Hey you are not supposed to be into abuse, where did all those bruises come from?"

"I can assure you what the boys did to me was not abuse, that was pure pleasure, the little bit of bruising just came from six lovely great hands playing with my body, knees are a bit sore from taking one up the ass while I was kneeling on the floor. What a weekend; several firsts and still tomorrow night to look forward to."

I quickly stripped off, and we snuggled up on the bed and I said "Forget about tomorrow night please tell me why my whore went into overtime, indulging her pleasures rather than going back down to the bar to earn some more money?"

"If there were three more like Greg and his mates down there, I sure would give it a try, but I think my body has had almost enough pleasure for one night, after I tell you what happened I expect you will want a sample though. After I got those three hunks into my little bedroom, I warmed them all up with my mouth, nice contrast going from black to white and back to black. Just to disprove the myth - the longest cock, when I had got them all hard and ready was actually the white one."

"Once I had prepared them all, they all took an enthusiastic turn at my pussy while the others played with my boobs. Three very good fucks one after the other was so good, although it did leave me a little sore down there and very short of breath. The one thing I thought was a shame was all that lovely cum wasted inside condoms, although don't worry, still restricting bareback to my mouth."

"While I was waking them all up again one of the guys got out his video camera and started taking some footage, I expect you will like to see some later, he downloaded it onto my laptop. Greg woke up first and he took my ass with me kneeling on the floor which his how I got the bruises on my knees and probably the top of my boobs as well, he did work hard at it. His mate took shots from lots of angles but let's leave watching that till later."

"The other guys also had my ass but I did them on the bed, both were excellent, but the white guy was extra long, and I did honestly get some extra pleasure, once he was all the way in. the guys needed some more recovery time, so I put one of your special movies running on the laptop and lay on the bed while they all played with me. A couple of them even brought me off using their mouths, although at the same time I would have one sucking a boob and another sinking his tongue into my mouth."

"I was in heaven with all this attention, but I suggested if I woke them all up again, we could go for a DP or even all three, making me 'airtight'. Needless to say they were all in favour of the idea; in fact my suggestion had all three cocks standing to attention again. I was a good little whore and let them chose who went where, but I had hoped that the white guy would have my pussy, which he did."

"We got ourselves into position, I lay on the white guy with him in my pussy, and Greg easily positioned and sunk into my ass. My first DP was fantastic, I bet you heard that one through the wall, trouble was I thrashed around and screamed so much that there was no way the other guy could get near my mouth. He fortunately thought the same and got up and took some more video - that should be good, I have not seen it yet."

"I was really enjoying myself especially when Greg gave some really hard strokes and came in my ass. I just lay there shuddering for a while, and told the guys to hang on because I had an idea, two were still hard. I told Greg to take the camera and for the other guy to try to get in my pussy at the same time as his mate. He tried his best pushing like mad and with a little wiggling from me, he got the right angle, and oh my God, I had managed two cocks in my pussy."

"You must have heard that shriek, it was pain not pleasure, but as they tried some gentle pumping in and out I had a lovely feeling all over, I even managed to grab Greg's cock and get it in my mouth, must have ruined his photography. As the boys in my pussy pumped harder I was yelling again, and dropped Greg's cock, then they both came almost together and the three of us just collapsed."

"Christ, my pussy was sore, in no way could I manage two in the ass, the girls that do that must be freaks. While the effect of two in the pussy was good I don't think I will be trying that again, but the normal DP was much better, will do that anytime I get the chance."

I had just lain beside her, fascinated by the description of her experiences, I was just playing with one of her nipple barbells – the whole story had got me rigid. She then put the laptop where we could watch, and ran the video, obviously not very professional but all the important bits were covered. The best bit was the look of ecstasy on her face, as she received her first double penetration.

I was near to coming with no other stimulation than the video, telling Chantal this; she immediately took me deep into her throat, and sucked me dry in no time. "Sorry that was so quick but at least I got some practice for tomorrow night,"

We cuddled up and as I dozed off, I thought how close my dear friend was getting to be like my fantasy girl.

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Chantal: The Real Story Ch. 06



My darling Chantal was cuddled up to me when I awoke in our hotel bedroom; she was peacefully sleeping, so rather than disturb her, I just lay there thinking. Just a few short weeks ago, this beautiful girl lying beside me had been 'my best friend who was a girl' and, unbeknown to me, very frustrated sexually with her marriage. Things had changed dramatically when she had read, much to my surprise, the story I had based on how I fantasised about her becoming a prostitute in Nevada.

Our discussions on the subject seemed to just spiral out of control, I have no idea how I let things get to where we are now. She had only ever had sex with her husband, and even that very 'vanilla', now she had almost caught up with the improbable experiences of her fantasy double. She was indeed a prostitute and just last night had not only managed to experience her first double penetration but had even accepted two cocks in her pussy at the same time.

I could only rationalise the fact that I was letting her put herself in so much danger by the fact that I loved her, and wanted her to be happy. Her experiences were indeed giving her a great deal of pleasure, and of course, another reason I was assisting was the fact that I too was getting unbelievable pleasure. Thinking of danger, her plans for the evening were quite high on the list, although not as bad as her nights actually working the streets, one of her punters was taking her 'dogging'.

Chantal woke up, and soon took my mind off worrying about her, she was very animated, as she jumped out of bed and said "Must go and clean up and then my pimp can use his whore's versatile pussy and perhaps loosen up her throat ready for tonight's fun." We had a very pleasing session; her pussy had definitely not suffered any ill effects, and finally we went down to breakfast.

She remained in the same mood all day, reinforced when William called and said he had contacted 'lots' of like minded people to join them later. Chantal put a lot of thought into her dress for the evening, a short denim skirt to give William easy access to her in the confines of the car. A thin blouse with easy to undo buttons, no bra, her grey stilettos although she considered these unnecessary she would wear them working the bar as he was not collecting her until half nine. She put on her biggest hoop earrings and far too much makeup, saying her head was the focal point of the evening's fun.

It could have been the sexual excitement she was radiating, but between six and nine, she collected four quickies from the bar, which she was very pleased with. At nine o'clock she took me off to our room for her to 'pack', she had put a lot of thought into it. She had a large carton of condoms, two packs of wet wipes, a large hand cleanser dispenser, and several hand towels. She packed all this into a holdall and as we left, picked up a cushion apparently to rest her chest on when she was leaning out of the car window.

We met William in the hotel car park; he was driving a new model SUV, that he said he had hired for the night, to give them more space. He gave me directions in case we were separated on the way, although in no way would I have let that happen, and I followed him to the site some ten miles away. When we arrived at the recreational car park on a quite road deep in the forest, there were only two other cars in sight, it was too dark to see if they were occupied.

They parked up, facing outwards in case a quick getaway was required, in the far corner away from the other two cars. I parked near the entrance but with a good view of their car. Chantal phoned me and said it was still deserted but not to worry as it was still around twenty minutes before the planned start time. While we were waiting, I noticed that one of the other cars was rocking in a way indicating sexual activity but they had not put their interior light on to invite spectators, probably not part of the scene.

Over the next quarter of an hour the car park was rapidly filling up, I wondered just how many he had invited, having counted the arrival of fifteen cars. All but two contained single males, one of the others had a couple, the woman having a mass of blonde hair, but I could not tell what age. The last car also contained a couple, they parked up opposite Williams, and as they stopped, their headlights illuminated his car.

Chantal telephoned and said "Looks like it's on, wish me luck." She did not actually give me chance to reply, as she hung up, their internal light was turned on and William flashed his headlights three times. This apparently is the signal that they are inviting anyone to come and watch, it worked; men soon surrounded their car, all standing some six feet away and presumably waiting for the action. I noticed that none of the couples had got out of their cars.

I saw no reason why I should not walk over, if for no other reason than to get a better view. As I got nearer, Chantal wound down her window, the signal that participation was invited, she was kneeling on the seat and it was obvious that William had his cock in her from the way her head was bobbing in and out of the window. She had already positioned the cushion to lean on and she dropped out the towels and cleanser dispenser and said for all of us to hear. "Hi guys welcome, my name is Chantal, I would like to suck cocks, and I have condoms if you want to use them but I am more than happy to drink all your lovely juice bareback. Who's first?"

Surprisingly, it was not one mad rush, three guys went forward and quickly took out their cocks and cleaned them off, the first guy went up to her and saying hello, offered her his cock. Although William was still pounding away she sucked the naked cock right down her throat, William obviously climaxed at this point so she was able to concentrate on the chap standing at her window.

He, needless to say, came rather quickly and in the dim light I could see her swallow the cum that was not already shot down her throat. She said "Thank you that tasted nice, here you can have one of my cards." There was a wide range of ages present, the majority middle aged, but a few youngsters and several more my age. The next guy was already waving his cock in front of her face but she took the opportunity to get into a more comfortable position and William undid her blouse and started playing with her tits. 

The car with the couple in then turned on their headlights, which illuminated the scene for us all. Number two was completed with the same satisfaction for all parties and she was soon onto number three. I was surprised how orderly things were, but apparently, any dick heads were soon told where to go, so as not to spoil the fun of others. When her fourth guy had finished, actually, his load ended up all over her face and in her hair, I noticed that the couple in the car providing the light had got out and she was bent over the bonnet being fucked. As the guys took their turn with Chantal they wandered over to watch the show, it did not appear that she wanted any third party participation.

Chantal was still going strong, after number ten or so also blew his load all over her face, she really was looking the total slut. Her face and hair was dripping with cum, and her eye makeup was streaking down her face as I watched her tongue come out and lick an annoying glob from her lips. One of the guys came over from the car and asked if she could give him a few condoms as the women was turned on enough watching, to give it a try, but not bareback.

Chantal gave him a handful, but I suspect that if there was any cum going spare, she knew where she wanted it to go. That gave a natural break to the proceeding, and Chantal had a drink, although I noticed she did not attempt to clean up, and William took the opportunity to remove her blouse and get into an uncomfortable position to work on her pussy with his mouth. This immediately got her calling out for the next guy and she started on the first of a similar number of guys still standing around.

This guy did not get her full attention as William was working on her effectively, but he, and William, was soon satisfied and yet another guy was in position. I could not believe how civilised the participants were, there was very little talk amongst themselves, just praising Chantal, and the occasional group cheer as someone shot all over her face.

My attention did go back to the other woman, who was now being quite vocal lying across the bonnet of her car with a guy taking her from the rear. All of us, including Chantal stopped to watch as the guy in her made a good job of it, hubby was standing beside them holding her hand. The display was soon over, with the woman pulling up her knickers and dragging hubby back to the car, and they drove off.

Chantal said for all to hear "Come on guys back to work, there are still seven or eight of you to go. If my friend lets me, we might arrange something like that for all of you next time. Anyone that comes to visit me professionally over the next few weeks, will get an invite if it happens." The little slut that would outdo Nevada Chantal's gangbang, and would be without the assistance of fluffers.

Her seven guys all completed their mouth fucks with added enthusiasm, and as she finished the last guy, she wiggled around and gave William what must have been a sticky kiss and then announced to the dozen or so guys that were still standing around. "I'll lay my head out of the window, and you can all wank an extra load over my face."

It was difficult her getting into a good position so in the end William opened up the back door and she lay on her back while the guys, three at a time, pulled themselves off all over her face and hair. Photography was not popular amongst these guys but I had to go and grab my camera for a few shots of the filthy state they left her face and hair.

She had their spunk filling her eyes, one completely shut, and the other with strings of the stuff stretching out as she blinked. Her nose was clogged up with a sort of bubble of cum forming each time she breathed out. Her tongue was out as far a she could reach licking it off her chin and lips. "Thanks boys, shows over I hope I will hear from you all shortly."

The group disappeared into their cars and drove off and after just a few minutes, the three of us were alone in the car park. She said, "William is taking me back to my room for a little while, you follow along, and I will see you soon – that was fun!" I followed them back thinking that it was basically a good night, she was obviously happy and no worries over her physical safety, perverts seem like nice guys and a case of safety in numbers.

She had convinced her self that doing oral without a condom had a low risk of catching anything, but she was not improving her odds any. I made it nineteen guys not counting William or the cum bath she had at the end. I had no idea how many of the guys who were used to getting a fuck for free would contact her but she certainly gave a good marketing job.

They got back to the hotel before me, and had gone to her room when I arrived; I hope she had cleaned up before walking into the building. I went up to my room and downloaded the best picture I had of her cum covered face and left it full screen on my laptop, it looked disgusting, but to my perverted mind arousing. It did not actually hear any activity from next door but it was not long before my love came in and gave me a huge kiss, she had cleaned up, and cuddle.

"Your real Chantal has had a lovely weekend, the Nevada Chantal took her sexual experiences to the extreme, but I am actually doing a pretty effective job in catching her up. Correct me if I am wrong, but I don't think she managed to suck all that lovely cum out of twenty different cocks in one session."

I showed her the picture on my screen and said, "Nevada Chantal was not stupid enough to risk her health, but I must admit that the real Chantal does look a real slut there. I agree you are almost overtaking the fantasy Chantal with some things, if you go ahead with the different dogging session that may well rival her gangbang experience. Of coarse you will have to work harder than she did, if you don't find some fluffers."

She laughed and said "Without meaning to sound nasty but I am sure those 'wankers' will be able to work themselves up ready if required, it will be good for business if they do get in touch. Talking of business do you realise that including the £780 I have just collected from William, the dear boy did enjoy his night. I have earnt £1,660 this weekend. You had better play with my little boobs now because I think I have collected enough to give them an interesting boost."

I took up the invitation but did say that we should talk about that because they looked fine to me, I even got a bit rough with my teeth and told her they tasted fine as well. The session did end up with me getting a little carried away, I think because we were both turned on by the evening's events. After I gave her boobs, several bite marks, and had the nipples standing up very firm I brought her off with my mouth in her pussy.

We actually ended up with me going like hell into her ass and her working a dildo into her pussy. We were both completely exhausted and had a very sound night's sleep cuddled up together.

When we finally managed to get ourselves out of bed and down for the last call for breakfast, Chantal turned on her phone and was greeted with 'seven missed calls'. Fortunately the dinning room was deserted, for what followed, where some very rude conversations. She first called William and thanked him for a wonderful experience and he asked if she really was up for a gangbang in the same place the following Saturday. Chantal agreed to it but only with punters that had visited her before hand, thinking that it would keep things a little more reasonable.

William could, of course participate as before, but she would not expect him to pay the extra per punter, she would consider that a favour to her customers and hopefully keep them 'cumming'. She then called the next on her list of outstanding calls. This caused her to ask me to find out if her room was available for the rest of the day, although we would still have to drive back tonight.

Hazel was more than happy to let us have the rooms; obviously paying for the night. With this information, she completed her six conversations and was solidly booked with half hour sessions from six to nine o'clock in the evening. Not only some more action for her but it would take her earning for the weekend over an unbelievable £2,000. 

We had only just finished breakfast and had decided to spend the day lazing around down at a nice cove a few miles away, when yet another call put paid to that. One of the guys from the night before wanted a full two hour session at lunchtime. While she was having obvious fun with this guy I just had a lie down in my room and listened to the radio, interrupted on a couple of occasions by pounding from next door.  I was almost surprised when she received no further calls during the afternoon, but the success of the previous night was already proven with over a third booking appointments. I once again found myself listening to action for a full three hours, I counted nine occasions when Chantal was having an extremely enjoyable time, but it was finally over, and she came in to me and agreed that we should drive home right away.

Considering the effort, she had clearly put in all evening, she was extremely lively on the drive home and was constantly chatting. "What a weekend, your Chantal is almost up to Nevada Chantal standard, and is most definitely enjoying it just as much as she did. Sixteen men have pleasured me and I am very sure that not one of them was disappointed. As I said, already ahead of her on amount of cum swallowed in a session and catching up on number of cocks taken simultaneously, the DP was fantastic and the way things are going I expect I will even have to try the double anal just to say I can."

I gave a little laugh and said "So even with what you have achieved in the last few days, your are still thinking of expanding your experiences, maybe my subconscious mind knew you better than either of us did."

She reached over and squeezed my thigh "You clever person, releasing the real me onto an unsuspecting world, I am having the most fantastic time, and despite the couple of nasty experiences I am absolutely sure I want to continue. I suspect next week's gangbang numbers will end up in the same league as Nevada, and if I let them all use my ass it may loosen it enough to get a couple of them in there next Sunday."

I took hold of her hand and put it back on her lap, I don't like distractions while driving, the conversation was probably taking my mind off the road too much as it was. "You utter slut, it was only a few hours ago that you said only a freak could achieve double anal. If you do, you will have achieved just about everything she did. With the dogging session included a little more in fact."

She then started rubbing her tits with her hands and said, "These little things are due for some expansion, but I am not sure about piercing my tongue I don't really fancy one in the mouth. I am ahead of her with my nipples but might have a piercing in my clit hood one day, sounds like they can be fun. As far as tattoos, I am not too sure, only really considering a small one perhaps over my pelvic bone."

I replied, "From almost innocent wife, to Nevada Chantal's standard, in what is probably less time, you are unbelievable and I love you. I would be quite happy to see if we can find a house somewhere near your work, that has perhaps a granny annex attached from where you could ply your trade. That's if you want too, of course."

"Oh darling that would be fantastic, we can talk more of that when I see how the business progresses, although so far, it seems silly me going to the office for four days to earn what I can earn in four hours on my back. That could well be a solution although we must be sure it makes sense to both of us, let's leave it for a few weeks."

"When we get home I want you to use the pussy pump on me and than give me a good spanking, before taking my ass. Don't worry, nothing heavy with needles or anything, but perhaps I should try a little of the rough stuff."

I sighed and said, "Look we agreed that none of the BDSM stuff was in our fantasy, perhaps I will play a little hard with you tonight, but in no way do you ever let a punter do anything rougher than the odd slap on the ass."

She replied "I know it's just that I have almost achieved all your fantasies, I even inadvertently tried some drugs, I am sure that you slapping my ass a bit won't do any harm."

As soon as we got home, she sent me to have a shower, which I did quite quickly, but I was pleasantly surprised when I finished and found her lying naked on the lounge settee. She was naked, except for her very nigh black platform shoes, and was blowing smoke rings from a cigarette! Her other hand was pulling hard on her nipple barbell, making her whole boob stretch to a cone shape. "Put the pussy pump in place please, and see how big you can make my pussy lips look."

I found the pump and the lube on the arm of the settee together with my 18" clear plastic ruler. I ignored the ruler and proceeded to lube up the cup, and after putting, a couple of fingers into her moist pussy, fitted the cup in place, and started pumping out the air. She reached over, stubbed out her cigarette, and proceeded to twist both her nipple barbells at the same time.

Having filled the cup with her pussy lips and clit, I got her to hold the cup in place with one hand, and gave her the pump in the other. Her reaction to this was to pump even harder, as I took a turn at her nipples. I took one in my mouth and twisted the other around as far as it would go, while pinching the base hard between finger and thumb. She kept asking me to pinch and pull harder, and was very obviously enjoying the experience.




Chantal: The Real Story Ch. 06



I had both her nipples standing up as hard as I had ever seen them, when she asked me to take the ruler and smack her boobs a few times. This was not really against our rules, but my cock was so hard that my mind was in no state to argue. I took the flippy ruler, and gave a tentative smack on the top of her right boob. I put very little effort into it but it did land with a loud slap, and a red rectangle appeared on her lovely tit flesh.

I bent forward, kissed the reddening patch, and said, "Can I fuck you now please?"

She smiled at me and said, "No way, I want five more exactly like that one, then one each right on the nipple. I will then whip off this cup, and you will give two slaps right on my swollen pussy, then you can fuck me."

I started to say no but she immediately said "Come on I want the experience, this one time, at least as hard as the first one please, now do as you are told." She was actually holding onto my cock at the time, and I am afraid he took over my thinking for me.

I swung the ruler down in a similar position on her left tit, another reddening mark, she yelped, but it was not very loud. I then swung again at the right tit, a little to one side; I held it still for a few moments, and then swung again at the same tit. The only reaction this got was her pumping her pussy harder and breathing heavily. The two smacks on her other tit both had her yelping, followed by a long drawn out 'yes'.

So as not to hit her barbells at an odd angle, I held the end of the ruler with my other hand and bent it back. When I released it, it hit the very end of her nipple with a hard thump; I quickly did the same to the other, although I did not draw it back as far. She threw the cup and the pump off the bed and said, "Do it, do it please."

Her whole pussy area was obscenely swollen up and a glistening red, I gave two quite hard smacks with the ruler, one on each side of her pussy. I then plunged into her, although I was way behind; she was having one of the most intense orgasms I had yet seen. I pounded away for a fair time, keeping her screaming with pleasure, and with sweat pouring off both our bodies.

I finally came and with a few extra pumps collapsed beside her. My lovely girl was still shaking all over, and her whole body seemed to be glowing. While she was lying there regaining here normal breathing, I saw the nasty bruising I had caused on her beautiful tits. Her nipples were both a dark purple and the tops of both tits had a purple tinted black bruise already swelling up.

She eventually pulled me closer and whispered "Oh dear, I have got everything in common with Nevada Chantal, that was fantastic, go to sleep now darling that was too nice to end with you moaning at me." 

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Chantal: The Real Story Ch. 07



I find myself waking up again looking at my beautiful Chantal lying beside me and thinking how stupid, but wonderful she is. Over the last few weeks, my friend has become my lover, which was surprising enough for me to handle, even if it was not for what else she had become. She had read, very much to my surprise, a series of stories I had submitted to this site in which - in my fantasy - she had become an insatiable prostitute in Nevada.

Her fantasy thoughts coincided with mine, apparently so closely, that in a ridiculously short time she too was an insatiable prostitute. She, with a little help from me, had managed to replicate almost every sexual excess that 'Nevada Chantal' had experienced, and the real one was enjoying the whole thing immensely. The night before, against my better judgment, she had used her feminine wiles to get me to give her one of the few experiences that she had not tried.

She was sleeping peacefully beside me, I was almost afraid of what I would find as I gently lifted up the sheet to look at the state her breasts. After the treatment, I had given them the night before the whole upper surface of each was one big bruise. Her lovely skin, although not broken, was just about every colour a bruise could develop, a background of purple and yellow with harsher lines of black and red. Her nipples looked a much deeper red than normal, and I did not dare look at the effect the ruler must have had on her pussy lips.

Gently laying the sheet back, I disturbed her, which was just as well if she was going to work, and she smiled at me and said, "Sorry lover, I had to experience that, and I get the feeling that you enjoyed it as much as I definitely did."

I just returned her smile and said, "I should be furious with myself for doing that to you, as well as with you, for making me do it. Nevertheless, yes, you are very like the Nevada Chantal and we did both enjoy it. I am not sure you will be so happy when you see the condition your boobs are in."

She jumped out of bed and said "Shit, they look horrible, and ouch! They are tender, my pussy looks ok though. I must get ready for work now; shame you cannot kiss them better. I will have to wear a high neck to work the guys will be disappointed."

She had no time for breakfast and was soon off to work, as a parting comment she said "I will have to give up this job soon; I have found a much better paying profession."

As the week progressed just about all of the guys she had sucked off the previous Saturday had booked a session with her. She had booked in half hour sessions with them, starting at five o'clock on Friday night, allowing herself one half hour break. This meant she was giving her personal attention to an impossible sounding number of fifteen guys in one night.

The silly girl was doing her very best to outdo the fantasy Chantal, and succeeding.

The only other booking coming from the site was for a genuine escort job for Thursday night. A guy wanted to take her out for a meal and dance and then back to her room. The £400 charge was a bit much to pay for a night out with a girl, but it was Chantal.

We had regular sex during the week, and the thought of her upcoming weekend was keeping her in the mood. She did not mention the rough session again, but the bruising, after looking even worse on the Monday night, had cleared up by Thursday morning. 

It was her 'off' week the following week and she said she had thought about getting her boobs done but was leaving it, although definitely on in the future, until we had settled down into more of a routine. She was now considering her new life to be routine.

We set off straight from her work on Thursday; her date for the night was picking her up from the hotel at eight. On the way up, she did admit to some worries about her stamina, not so much the dogging on Saturday, but the solid bookings for Friday. "Tonight should be good fun, if he is a nice guy, just an evening out as his girlfriend, but tomorrow will be different. As they will all get a free go at my ass on Saturday I will explain that they are not getting the full service, although I expect they will all enjoy it."

"I am really competing with Nevada Chantal now, not much left after this weekend. I suppose I should try a girl sometime although it has no interest for me, nothing against the idea in principle though."

I butted in and said, "That reminds me, my fantasy had me surrounded by loads of attractive women, you have not found me any at all."

She gave my leg a stroke and said, "I am sure that the real Chantal is as much as you can handle, if I find anyone else you may not turn out as nice as Nevada Ron and want to fuck her as well."

I replied, "You never know; the real Ron is a lot fitter than the fictional one."

She said, "I hope you don't mean that; I am going to be far too busy this weekend to give you the attention you deserve. Perhaps I will insist you spank me on Sunday as a reward."

I sighed and said "Oh dear, I thought you had got that out of your system."

All she could say was "Everyone is allowed to have a bit of relaxation after a hard time at work."

All I could say was "My writing has created a monster, a beautiful monster; I am sure your fantasies were nowhere near the extremes you have experienced."

She did agree with me, but said they were far more interesting then hers. As soon as we arrived, she had a quick shower and changed for her night out. The guy, Bob, wanted her in jeans rather than looking like what she was, and the customer is always right. She dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans and beige stilettos with four-inch heels. Her top could only be described as disco wear, a nice colour blue silky material that was virtually just a bib, only straps at the back. Her naked back, bare midriff and plenty of titflesh needed the light denim jacket she put on to make her presentable while having their meal.

Just before she went down to meet him she said, "This outfit will look so much better when I have the boob job, although I don't look bad." With that comment, I was on my own again for the next few hours. She did, as arranged, check in when they had finished their meal, and were on their way to a club, all was fine and he was apparently a nice guy."

The hotel had a late function, a wedding, so I stayed in the bar all night and did find several people to chat to. They were just shutting up when Bob walked in supporting a rather drunk but obviously happy Chantal. She came over, gave me a drunken kiss, and told Bob to get her a couple of bottles of vodka ice and they went off to her room. She did look superb, she was just draping her jacket over her shoulder, and as she walked out her naked back topped off her lovely legs and ass.

I went up to my room wondering how long they would be, I heard a lot of giggling from next door for some time and finally the bed springs were getting some use. I did think that he was not very good, as I did not hear her yelling with pleasure. It then went quiet and I hoped they would not be long, and then I heard her door open and shut again. I got ready for some action and stripped off waiting for her to have the shower and come in.

When she did not show after ten minutes I phoned her but got no reply so a quickly grabbed my trousers and went to her room. Fortunately, the door was not locked, I went in and found her collapsed naked on the bed, and she was out cold almost certainly from the drink. More worrying than her consciousness was the fact she was lying there with her legs apart and there was cum trickling out of her pussy.

I tried to wake her but had to admit defeat and pulled the bedclothes over her and lay down beside her for the night. In the morning, she woke me up being sick in the toilet and complaining of a headache. When she was a little happier, I told her how I had found her including the information that he had obviously used her without a condom. "Shit. I was so far gone I have no idea whether I agreed or not. It was my own stupid fault getting pissed like that the state I was in I might even have suggested it. Typical date, guy gets girl drunk and she has no idea what happened."

"Sorry darling, not much else I can say other than I better go for a check up at the clinic on Monday. I suspect there is nothing to worry about though I don't think Bob, from what I could gather, has had very much experience, in fact almost none."

"I have got one hell of a hangover, I can't face any breakfast, and I will just go back to bed and hope I feel better this evening. I expect all those guys will manage to clear my head. Just leave me to suffer in peace I will see you later."

I went down, had my breakfast, and then went for a walk around the shops, as I had nothing better to do. Around midday, I looked in on her but she was still sound asleep. I thought it was best to leave her for a while. I went back up at two o'clock with several bottles of orange juice thinking I had better wake her. When I went in she was not there, but I guessed I would find her in my bath, which I did.

She was not looking too bad and said "Sorry again darling, I have been ignoring you I promise I will make it up to you on Sunday. I am feeling better especially after the bath and the drink you brought. Being naughty I will say that I finally get someone else's cum in my pussy and I can't remember a thing about it – shame."

I smiled and said, "If you are going to make comments like that you deserve a good spanking but it won't achieve anything as you will probably enjoy it. Are you really feeling up to your production line fucking tonight?"

"I will dress and you can take me for a walk along the beach to clear my head." When she had dressed and finished off the orange juice, we drove off to the beach. She was just dressed in jeans, a tight jumper, and almost a first for the new Chantal, just a pair of trainers. Our stroll did rejuvenate her up to the extent that she was eager to start her busy evening; she did not fancy a meal but did eat a couple of chocolate bars.

When we got back, she did her hair and makeup and put on a short wrap around white skirt and a blouse knotted below her tits showing all her midriff. This with a pair of heels completed her outfit; she would have no time to remove lots of clothes with her busy schedule.

Hazel was a little worried with the numbers expected tonight and had let us use a small lounge, which would keep the endless line out of sight of the bar. Chantal was ready and eager when her first guy arrived and she took him off to her room. The lounge had its own television, so I decided to settle down in there, and greet her punters.

Reasonably on time, she came in and collected number two, she was looking quite happy with her life. The evening continued with her keeping good timings, with nobody having to wait later than their appointed time, although I did chat to some that came early. Each time Chantal came in, she was very lively; obviously, the action was not taxing her mind or body.

She had planned her half hour rest at ten o'clock, after entertaining ten guys, she was showing no sign of overwork. She did ask if I wanted a quickie but I guess that was just showing off. We just sat and she had cigarette and a couple of orange juices, but number eleven soon disturbed us, and she was off again.

It did not seem very long before she had entertained number fifteen, all had shown up, and she took me off to bed. Perhaps she was not showing off earlier, she invited me to be the sixteenth in her pussy that night. We both had a pleasurable fuck; her pussy did not feel any different from all the action. When we finished and were cuddled up to go to sleep she said "Think of the mess my pussy would be in now if they did not have to wear condoms." 

We both slept late and when she finally woke me up, we had actually missed breakfast. "Hello lover, see I am just as insatiable as your fantasy girl, that was a busy night but I did actually enjoy it. My pussy feels fine but my thighs are killing me, they are as stiff as hell, I must have shown too much enthusiasm last night. I have promised them all a go at my ass tonight which is perhaps just as well, although will I still think that when they have all banged it?"

We went out to town to have a nice big pub lunch and she caught up on some shopping, mainly condoms and lube for the nights work. She actually had a one-hour booking, from the site at six. She said she would let him use her ass, to loosen it up a bit. I said "I expect it will be loose enough when you finish, I doubt if it will close up for a week. Don't be afraid to say stop and at least let them use your pussy instead, if it gets too much."

The only response I got to my concern was "Don't be silly can you imagine Nevada Chantal giving up early, I am sure I won't; remember I am at least as able as she was."

I said, "Yes, after tonight you will not have to compete with her at all, I will concede that you are the winner – assuming you succeed."

She said, "I reckon I have had more setbacks than she had, and I have not slowed up at all, don't you doubt I will manage them all tonight."

I had no doubt at all that her mind would manage all those guys in her ass but I was not quite so sure that her body would. For her appointment, she put on a little black dress, not very imaginative but she looked sexy. I did listen from my room, as I expected she was well in the mood, in anticipation of later, and it soon became apparent that he was giving her pleasure. For a one-hour session, he was quite lucky and had the bed banging away three times, all of them, obviously gave her satisfaction.

When they finished she came and collected me saying, "He was a fit guy, I feel nicely warmed up although I have got one criticism of him. I invited him to come tonight but he said he was not in the group scene, shame." She then put on a pair of higher black stilettos and as she adjusted the top of her dress to ensure maximum cleavage was on display and said, "Lets see if I can find any action from the bar, I still have a couple of hours before Bob arrives."

She sat on her usual stool at the end of the bar looking absolutely fantastic but the pickings were very poor, after a while I went and joined her and bought her a second drink. She was just suggesting that I could break her ass in gently for what was to come when she spotted a fit looking guy watching her. A very tall blond guy, in his thirties probably, was sitting at the other end of the bar and she swayed across to him going for the kill.

In no time at all they were off to her room, I followed the beautiful legs and ass up the stairs and went into my room. The negotiation in the bar was quick but there must have been even less conversation in the bedroom. Almost as soon as I had shut my door I heard the next-door bed banging rapidly against the wall, it was rather loud but did not drown out her grunts and shrieks of pleasure. 

The performance continued for some considerable time, he was definitely preparing her well. After a relatively short period of quiet the sounds started up again, with what must have been equal passion, this time lasting even longer. She came out after half an hour, probably just as well, it was a quickie, and gave me a huge cuddle. "Oh! He was one fit guy with one very long cock; I bet he got deeper into my ass than anyone else will manage later. If I describe my reaction as fantastic, I do not know how to describe what he did to my pussy. That was the most marvellous way to warm up for later."

Although William was not due for another forty minutes, we agreed that she was prepared and just sat down and she had an orange juice and a cigarette. She had already packed her bag and had two large pillows, which Hazel had agreed we could borrow. Chantal changed into a similar top to the night before, leaving her back naked and a wrap around tartan micro skirt. Although probably not too comfortable she also wore her black stiletto boots, the overall effect was neither smart nor particularly attractive. Her excuse was that I was not looking from the right angle – it would look good when she was stretched out over the bonnet of Williams's car.

When William called to say he was in the car park she put on a leather coat and we picked up the kit and went down to meet him. We were surprised when we got outside, it was a horrid night, quite cold with a misty drizzle. Chantal gave William a big cuddle, and after a brief chat set off for the same venue.

Driving through the woods it was very foggy and when we all arrived at the car park and got out it felt cold and wet. Not at all the right weather for her big night but she still wanted to go ahead, especially as the car park was filling up as the guys arrived. We left the engine running on Williams SUV and arranged the pillows over the bonnet. I positioned my car so the headlights illuminated the scene; all was ready except for Chantal. 

It was far to cold for her bare back so she took off her leather jacket and put on a short padded jacket of mine I had in the car. It was obviously not possible for her to cover the main attraction of the evening, so she discarded her skirt. She stood there in a muddy puddle in just her high-heeled boots and my oversized jacket, her bare legs looking shapely but cold.

The guys were soon gathering around and Chantal took control, "Right lads, I am shaking with the cold and need some rapid warming up, all of you get your condoms on, use plenty of lube and get wanking. I need all of you extra hard tonight, William please be the first of many to use my ass."

She stood with her legs apart and bent over slightly leaning on her pillow, she gripped the wheel arch with her right hand and her left arm was just outstretched over the bonnet. William slipped into her slowly and after giving a grunt, she said, "Come on ram as hard as you can ... yes ... harder ... yes." She kept up plenty of verbal encouragement until he obviously finished.

Chantal was panting nicely as he plopped out and she yelled, "Quick, get another one in there, its still bloody freezing." She gave another grunt as the second cock invaded her ass, and the guy started giving slow and deep thrusts pushing her up the bonnet and onto tiptoe. She had to hang on as she gave him some encouragement, which seemed to work as he kept going deep but speeded up. From the yell of pleasure, it was obvious to all of us standing around that even under these conditions she could achieve an orgasm.

"Great, getting warmer – next please." Number three was in, he also cooperated in warming her up with a very brisk pounding and came in no time at all. "Lovely, keep it up boys." The next guy was a good bit older, even older than I was, and was a lot slower although eager to please. Chantal moved her free hand down and managed to work her clit as she did not need to brace herself so much. "Oh yes, yes faster please, faster."

Number five came at exactly the same time that Chantal had her second orgasm. "Yes! Quickly another fast one please." The next guy tried his best and was bashing away but it was now so muddy underfoot that the pair of them lost their balance and slid onto the ground. They untangled themselves and several of the guys jumped forward to help Chantal to her feet. She took off her jacket, stretched her beautiful body out across the bonnet, and got him to continue.

As number, six resumed his thrusting she held on tight to the doorframe and shouted encouragement. Her left leg and hair were covered in mud from her fall but her now naked back showed that she was warming up nicely with a sheen of sweat. Number six completed and was quickly replaced by number seven. He was very vigorous and returned her to orgasmic pleasure in no time, but from her comments did not last long enough.




Chantal: The Real Story Ch. 07



"No, get another one in there now!" Number eight was soon in position and pounding away to her satisfaction. I had intended to offer her a break as she was half way through but her continued enthusiasm made the idea pointless. The next guy was a bit slower and did not really please her but she made no complaint.

"Come on guys you are warming me up nicely, get another one in there please." In the brief time her ass was empty I saw that her cute little star was neither looking cute or star like. It was looking red raw and was not puckered up; I could have slipped a finger in without touching the sides. Number ten was another good one who took her over the edge again, and a quick changeover to number eleven kept her there.

I asked the guys who had yet to have the pleasure to make sure they used plenty of lube, as I mentioned she was looking sore. She certainly gave no indication of feeling uncomfortable as she yelled "Yes, yes, keep it up guys I am feeling good." With that number, twelve slipped easily in, but unfortunately she again lost her grip again and they collapsed into a heap on the ground. When he lifted himself off and she stood up her whole chest was covered in mud and she was spitting to clear it from her mouth.

All the action had made the area so sticky with the drizzle still falling, a couple of us lifted her back up into position, and they got going again. Number thirteen closely followed by number fourteen soon had her forgetting any discomfort and she was screaming with pleasure again. "Going great guys, keep it up – next please." Number fifteen was in very obviously to her enjoyment. "Oh yes! Pound away please, harder ... nice."

Number sixteen was the last in line and she was more than happy to receive his attention, a nice long pounding was fully and verbally appreciated. "Come on William I am sure you can manage seconds." I thought that was not in the script but he was the only one paying tonight, and he was soon getting his money's worth.

As he finished, she turned and smiled at me and said, "Please darling can you also take your turn as a special favour, I will explain later." It was cold and I had not been preparing myself but with all the action, I had seen her receiving I was rock hard. I got him out and pushed in as instructed. That was actually the wrong word, I did not need to push it just slipped in and appreciating the mood she was in I went as deep, long and fast as I could manage.

I did get a very appreciative reaction before climaxing a few moments after she did. "Thank you wonderful people, I hope you all enjoyed that as much as I did. That was the most fantastic experience and I trust I will see you all again very soon. If anyone has got a thermos of coffee hidden away in their car they will earn a very special kiss."

I joined in the applause and cheering from all her men, as with lots of cheery goodbyes they disappeared back to their cars.

There was no point in trying to clean her up, that would have needed a fire hose but I did find a car rug to keep her warm and one of the guys did produce a warm coffee which earnt him a kiss. It was William that suggested she needed to get home to warm up in a bath, I agreed, now that the sexual high was fading, she was shivering. She gave William a long cuddle and said she hoped to see him soon.

Fortunately, I had left my car engine running, because I was supplying the light, so my car was nice and warm. The poor girl was rather quiet on the way back but although still feeling the cold, she said that she was very pleased with the evening. When I asked why I had been invited to participate she said "Didn't you guess, Nevada Chantal had seventeen for her gang bang so I had to better that using William for seconds and finishing with you." I could only reply that I thought that it was because no one else had pleased her as much as I do. "Don't be silly any cock would have done."

When we got back to the hotel Hazel spotted us coming in and a worried look on her face soon turned to understanding when a chirpy Chantal said "Hello, don't look so worried I am fine just been in the woods entertaining a few friends." She did actually look a complete mess walking in covered by a car rug, her hair, and any flesh showing caked in mud.

The very first thing she did was have a warm shower to get the worst of the mud off but then said she needed a good soak in the bath. Wrapping her in a large bath towel we went next door to my room and while the bath was running I made us both some coffee. She got in the bath and lay there relaxing in the warmth. "Damn weather, but I still beat the other Chantal without a warm playroom in sunny Nevada, and a handful of girls to keep the dicks hard."

"I think the cold may be diverting my attention from a sore ass though, look at my poor little hole." Saying this she knelt up to let me see the condition it was in. Her hole was still not really closed up and the whole area around it was looking very red. Gently easing her cheeks further apart, opened up the hole revealing a very red inflamed tunnel, but fortunately no apparent damage.

As she sunk, back down enjoying the water I rather unkindly said, "Looking at your ass it is a pity we did not get William to come back with us, I am sure you could achieve both of us in there at the same time at the moment."

She said, "I might let you have some pleasure, in the morning, but I would be very surprised if I let you near my ass for a while. It's such a shame the weather was so bad, I am sure I would have really enjoyed it, had it not been for the cold."

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I must thank my dear Hungarian friend, who you may know as Namizujs, for correcting my many errors yet again. As always, I would ask for a moment of your time to vote and/or give some feedback. 



Chantal: The Real Story Ch. 08



Quite early on the Sunday morning after Chantal's 'dogging' gangbang, it was her getting out of bed that woke me up. "Sorry darling had to go loo, back in a sec." As she walked into the bathroom I had a view of her ass, the whole 'crease' area was looking very red and there was also some bruising on her actual cheeks. Nothing looked very serious but she did seem to be walking rather delicately.

When she returned she said "I want a good session with my lover this evening but I am afraid you will not be allowed anywhere my ass, Christ it feels so sore, a sort of burning sensation." She bent over for me to examine it, I could not see any actual damage, but it did look very sore. She said she would have another soak in the bath to see if that would help.

I got up and made some coffee while she got into the bath. After a long bath, she dressed in jeans and a jumper, and we went down for breakfast. I had to steady her as we walked down the stairs, she was walking very delicately. When she sat, carefully, down on the hard dining chair, she said, "I think perhaps reality is more painful than fantasy, my ass feels like I have got a large hot butt plug inside, and it is not erotic."

"I think this is a case of my body not being able to keep up with my mind, can't blame the weather, the feeling would presumably have been the same, if it had not been so horrid. I am not sorry we did it though, that was some experience, and I am now more of a slut than Nevada Chantal."

I reached across the table and took her hand "I hope that means you can now slow up and try not to complete with her, I don't want you damaged."

She just smiled and said, "Perhaps with the way my bum feels, I should be having sensible thoughts, but no, I am definitely having far too much fun to slow up yet. I know, in your fantasy brothel, I would not have ended up with cum leaking out of my pussy with no memory of what happened. I also know that your fantasy Chantal would not have such a bloody painful ass, but I am still enjoying it very much."

"I am sitting here trying to get comfortable and thinking what lovely sex we can have together when we get home, nothing seems to put me off wanting more."

After breakfast, we packed up and booked out, the coming week was her 'off' week so we told Hazel that we would be missing a week but would see her in a fortnight. Walking out to the car, Chantal was still feeling very uncomfortable, but said it was not too bad when she was sitting.

On the drive back, we talked at length about the idea of getting a house nearer her 'work' and agreed that we would start looking around. She also said it was silly; her continuing her office job, as she had netted £1,500 this weekend, business was good. She would have to work for the next couple of weeks but she had two week's holiday due so that would complete her months notice.

Considering the pain her ass was still giving her, I was quite surprised when she mentioned some more. "I have earnt more than enough for a proper boob job, unless you think we will need the cash towards the new house, I would like to get them done next month." I told her that the house was no problem for me, assuming I could sell my own, which was worth about the same as what we had in mind.

I then asked "Are you sure you really need those lovely breasts stuffed with bags of liquid, I think they are perfect exactly as they are."

She said, "I know you well enough to be sure that you would actually love larger ones even more, I don't want anything silly. One size larger, but more importantly, sitting higher up and sagging less, when I am lying on my back. I have earnt more than enough, to have a good job done."

"Thinking about my boobs I have plans for what you can do with them tonight, I have bought you a few presents. I must admit that I have to amend the plans a little though, you are not going to be able to play with my poor ass."

When we got back home, we spent awhile on the net looking at some properties and asked for a few details to be mailed to us. Chantal also had a few e-mails to answer from the lads from Saturday night.

While we were sitting down watching some television, after tea, she said that she wanted some sex and for me to wait while she changed. I was all in favour, as I had not had any action since the quick, and cold, fuck in the car park.

It was a rather long wait, but well worth it, when she finally called me into the bedroom. She was standing, in her highest heels, but only wearing a black waist cincher corset. She had to get me to pull the laces tight, before we got the full effect, and after considerable effort on both our parts had them really tight.

She gave me a short show walking and twirling around and said "I look good but think how much nicer with my tits shaping me even more." I told her that I liked my present very much indeed and that she looked fantastic, and that was not bullshit, she looked fantastic.

"Glad you approve but this is not your only present, have a look in the box over there." Saying that, she stretched her lovely body out on the bed, and watched me open the box. Inside I found several individually wrapped packages; the first when opened, revealed leather 'cat o nine tails'. I was a little perturbed by this, but had to admit that the tails were made of soft leather so perhaps not too naughty of her.

"This is very naughty of you; we agreed that I did not want to hurt you but this one seems soft enough not to do any damage. I am a bit worried about what else I will find though."

She gave me a lovely smile and said, "Go on open the other packets; you will be able to give your lovely Chantal a good fuck after you have played with her a bit."

The next box I opened contained a pair of clover clamps, and a long length of chain. I told her all right so far not too bad. The next box contained a large pack of assorted hypodermic needles that I immediately threw in the bin saying, "No darling, I will not allow you to stick anything in your lovely body other than the holes you were born with."

She said "Hey, don't be a spoil sport, that is a very poor argument you love my nipple piercing and I suspect you would like me to have some more. At the very least take them out of the bin and put them away in the drawer."

I agreed but warned her that it was only me that was allowed to touch them, which was unlikely, and she was never to take them out. The next box was even worse; it contained six very long 'spinal' needles. "There is absolutely no way that these are ever going to be used on your lovely body." I then took each one out of its packet and, with difficulty, broke them in half.

Chantal actually looked like tears were forming in her eyes when she said, "I am so sorry darling. I thought it was something you fantasised about and wanted me to try. I was very unsure but just wanted to please you because you have been so wonderful. No that's a bit unfair; I say I was unsure but I did actually want to try them really."

I went over and pulled her up to give her a cuddle. "I am sorry darling some fantasies are better left as fantasy; we have no idea what damage they could do in real life. I once remember reading that breast play should only involve the 'candy coating' and I am going to give your candy some attention in a minute and perhaps another day we will try the small needles."

She said, "I am sorry this evening is going all wrong, would my wonderful, caring, lover like to go outside for a few minutes and come in again."

After a few minutes, she called me back in and was standing with one leg up on the bed looking extremely pleasant in her new corset. "Hello my darling. Would you like to enhance your lovers sexual pleasure tonight by using a few toys on her, a little bit of pain will let me forget my sore ass hole?"

Lying on the pillow where her new cat and my ruler, her new nipple clamps and her pussy pump. "You have forgotten to put out the lube, for being so stupid I want to use my ruler and your new toy on your ass, and then ram my cock hard and deep into it."

She smiled and said, "Of course you can if that is what you want, and in all probability I would enjoy it. As you refuse to use my boobs how I intended I think they deserve some attention though, my ass is sore."

I gave her body a very pleasing cuddle and said, "Lay down and get your pussy pumped up and I will see what I can do about putting a few marks on your perfect skin, if that is what you really want." I let her position the cup and start pumping the air out making her pussy swell, it looked just as nasty as last time but it seemed to have a pleasant effect on her. I then took the clamps and chain and closed one end over her left nipple; it was at right angles to her piercing and bit into the flesh nicely.

I then ran the chain behind her neck and had to pull the boob up to get enough chain for the other clip to reach her right nipple. Her boobs where pulled up towards her head nicely and I said, "There that is just right; I can now get at the tender underside of your breasts."

She laughed and said, "See you think they sag, I do need a boob job." I held the chain behind her neck and gave it a good hard yank, which both tightened the clamps on her nipples and stretched her boobs upwards. "Make comments like that and I will shorten the chain like this." I let them fall back, picked up her new soft cat, and said, "Lets see if this is any use."

I gave a few light practice swipes at the tops of her tits, with my slightly harder fourth stroke I was rewarded with several mild reddish marks. The flexible ends did bend around nicely to affect the whole curve of her breast. The silly girl obviously thought the last stroke had the right affect, as she pumped away at her pussy harder. I then gave six hard strikes around the underside of her breasts, three on each one.

This had her giving a deep yelp with each contact. I am not sure, if it was because I was being harder, or that the bottoms of her tits were more susceptible, but they were collecting a large number of thin red streaks. "Are you still feeling the pain in your bum?"

She was still pumping away at her pussy, and looking rather warm and said "Oh yes, you have not got rid of the pain in my butt yet, you will have to try harder, definitely use the black cat harder." That was cheeky, using Nevada Chantal's code 'black' for 'do what you are doing but harder'. 

I told her "Put you hand behind your neck, and pull up these droopy boobs some more then and I will see if I can take the pain away." This was silly, we had both agreed no abuse, and there I was marking her beautiful flesh, and we were both enjoying every moment. I gave her several hard whacks around the bottom of each breast, and two right across each nipple. This did produce lots of red lines, all following the lovely contours of her flesh.

Her reaction was a long draw out 'yes …' and she pulled off the pussy inflator. I took this as an invitation and gave each grossly inflated pussy lip a swipe, and one right in the middle, hitting her swollen clit. This made her sit up very fast and yell "Oh fuck that hurt." I quickly buried my mouth over her swollen parts, the streaks from the cat were very visible, and brought her to a screaming orgasm.

As she lay there, cooling off and panting, I gave the occasional lick all over her inflamed pussy area, with each lick I had her shuddering again. I got up and slowly removed the clamp from one of her nipples. This got a drawn out growl as the blood rushed back in to the purple bud, the reaction she gave to me taking it in my mouth, and playing my tongue around her barbell was one of definite pleasure.

Both of us also enjoyed repeating the performance on the other nipple, and I then asked. "I appear to have made you forget your sore ass; can I fuck you now please?"

She put her arms around me making sure, as she cuddled me, that her bruised tits were pushed hard up against me. After giving me a sensual kiss around my ear and neck said, "I do only have nice feelings all over my body now but don't you think my tits could be a little more 'black'."

My dick was rock hard and more than ready to get involved, but I could not refuse her request. I stood up again and took her hand down to her pussy and picked up the flippy plastic ruler saying "Alright but remember it was you that asked, start playing with yourself and I will see what I can do."

I must admit that I got a little carried away, but it was what she wanted, and hit the lovely orbs hard several times on the upper surface. Her reaction, sinking several fingers into her pussy and yelling 'yes', just encouraged me to swing it lots more times covering the whole of her tits in red lines.

She was sweating like mad and just about continuously screaming so with a very hard whack on each nipple, I said "Enough". With that, I jumped on top of her and fucked the stupid girl as hard as my worn out body could manage. I very soon came, but was so worked up that I stayed in and hard for some time while she had the most fantastic orgasm.

As I slid out and lay down beside her, I noticed the horrible inflamed state I had left her previously so beautiful breasts in. I had not broken the skin but there were no patches of her lovely natural colour left, they would look horrible when the bruises came out. When she finally regained her normal breathing, she said, "Oh darling that was a fantastic fuck, thank you so very much – I am sure that proves Nevada Chantal and your Chantal is in fact one and the same person."

I said, "Yes I agree, but how could you make me hurt your lovely tits like that?"

As she cradled her boobs in her hands, she said, "They will be fine in no time; and it worked, I can hardly feel the pain in my ass now, not in comparison anyway. I don't think I had better go to the sexual health clinic for a few days though, someone will be around to arrest you if they see these."

We just lay there for some time enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies. She broke the silence by placing one of my hands on her boob and saying, "Aren't you a little sorry you broke those long needles?"

"Alright, I admit to being a little sorry that I had enough sense not to let you do that, but I am still certain that it was the right decision. I am also certain that we will not even use the little ones, even skin deep." With that, I gave her tit the hardest squeeze that I could manage and continued. "Don't you think I hurt you enough then?"

She just laughed at me and said "Do you want to try the new cat some more? No, don't worry, I know you are right, I will probably hurt everywhere tomorrow, but I still found it pleasurable, while it was happening. Thank you for refusing the needles; you must not let me do anything that draws blood."

I lent over and reasonably gently took a nipple in my mouth and after giving it a kiss said, "At last some sense, no blood – do you want to clean up or shall we just go to sleep?"

"Perhaps you could take my corset off first, I know it makes me look nice, but you did pull it very tight." After removing it, I could see what she meant; the pattern of the stays had left very distinct marks. She then snuggled down under the sheets and cuddled up and we both dropped off, without any more discussion. 

In the morning, Chantal woke me up with a kiss and said "Morning my love, I'm off to the toilet, will be back in a second." I reluctantly opened my eyes to see her beautiful body disappear out the door. When she came back in, now facing me, it was still a beautifully shaped body I saw, but the colouring was not beautiful. The whole surface area of each breast was covered in bruising, a background of purple/black, but many red streaks.

There were even a few black and yellow bruises from where her corset stays had dug into her lovely body. Her pussy lips also looked a lot redder than was natural, and as she came towards the bed, her walk could only be described as delicate.

She said, "Fantasy bodies must recover a lot easier than real ones; my ass is still burning like mad, and my poor tits, the slightest touch hurts them. But before you say anything at all, I have absolutely no regrets, the pleasure gained over the last weekend far outweighs a little discomfort this morning." 

I jumped out of bed and said, "If it's only a little discomfort, I take it you would like me to bend you over and grabbing a good handful of each tit ram my cock up your ass?"

Smiling, she said "Put like that perhaps, a little discomfort was the wrong description, yes I hurt like hell, and I am going to have to give work a miss. I feel a bit guilty doing over the phone, but I will hand in my notice when I phone in sick. I take it, I am allowed to give your offer to fuck my ass a miss?"

She went and had a long soak in the bath, and after phoning work, had a good breakfast. After lazing around for the rest of the morning, she said her bum was well on the mend, but she could still not stand to have anything against her boobs. 

The rest of the week Chantal did go to work, it turned out that if she worked the Friday she had enough accumulated holiday to finish her notice then. As the week progressed all her discomfort had completely cleared up, although I did refrain from using her ass, my consideration was rewarded with a lot of oral.

When she was getting ready for work Friday morning, she took extra care, she had arranged to go for a farewell drink with all her colleagues after work. She wore her 'wedding outfit', the beige trouser suit with nice heels, and plenty of cleavage. With relish, she also put a pack of her new business cards in her purse saying, "I will have some fun handing these out just as I am leaving."

As she was going for a drink, I took her into work and told her to call when she wanted picking up. Chantal called when she left work and told me they would only be a couple of hours and for we to pick her up at seven, she was feeling a little down having to say goodbye to a lot of old friends.

I waited in the pub car park and right on time she came hurrying out and jumped in telling me to drive home. She had, apparently given a pile of her cards to her best friend, Sandra, and told her to hand them round when she had gone. She left both her phones turned off but told me to drive home and wind up the computer to see if they give any reaction.

As she knew there was a WiFi hot spot in the pub she expected some comments, she was not disappointed. The first two e-mails she opened, addressed of course to her escort site, were not exactly wishing her luck. Both were very brief, in bold type, 'You disgusting Bitch' and 'Filthy Whore, good riddance.' She said she was not surprised by either of these, both from women she described as stuck up bitches.

There were several from guys all wishing her best of luck and saying how she had changed over the last few weeks. Also several from women wishing her luck but saying in no way could they do it. Two however were more interesting, one of her bosses, who she said, had been a bit of a pest since her new image, wanted to arrange an appointment with her – she was quite happy with that.

The other was from her friend Sandra – 'You bitch, you cant leave just like that we must talk, I want all, and I mean all, the details that sounds like real fun. Please, pretty please, call me as soon as you can'. Chantal laughed at that one and said, "The little slut, if there was anyone I wanted to tell it was her. I'll go and have a private chat on the phone with her now if you don't mind."

When she came back after a long call she said "You complained that the real Ron was not surrounded by attractive ladies, I am sure if you wanted to increase your stable Sandra would love it. She said all of them stayed for ages discussing me; she said the odd few were disgusted, nearly all said good luck. Apparently most of the guys said they always thought my body would be worth paying for."




Chantal: The Real Story Ch. 08



I asked, "When does she start then? I will need to sample the goods first." 

She said, "Down boy, I said we only had the beginnings of a business, but she made me promise to keep in touch, and to keep her in mind if I needed any help."

I cuddled her and said, "Right now let me get the situation sorted out, at the moment you are unemployed, without a single firm booking for your new hobby. You do not seem to understand the way things work, pimps live on the immoral earnings of their whores not the other way around."

She told me "Well my pimp had better get his arse in gear, and get the site spiced up a bit, like available in the week for a long booking. If you do not get me any bookings, it will be back on the street next weekend. You do get one bonus though, with no bookings we can have another hard session Sunday night, a few bruises won't matter."

"Christ, aren't you off that stupid idea yet, you have only just recovered from last weekend, – and surly that was enough for you."

"Assuming, which I don't doubt, that my earnings remain good I am going to get the boobs sorted out next month. Then it may be dodgy being rough with them, especially at first, so we have a 'window of opportunity' to try a few more things."

"You idiot, I know full well that I won't be able to refuse, but there will be no blood, I repeat no blood." The only reaction I got from this was for her to kneel down, take out my cock, and give it a lovely throat job.

On Saturday, we did receive a very promising description of a property, which fitted our requirements and price range, we arranged for a viewing on Monday afternoon. It was slightly worrying to us both that we had generated no business for the coming weekend, hopefully early days. My comment about putting up a photo of Sandra was treated with the contempt it deserved.

On Sunday I was spared my dilemma of abusing her beautiful body, she collected an outcall, which worked in nicely with our trip to look at the house on Monday. It was from one of her 'dogging' friends and for a full two hours in the evening. I remarked that it saved the abusive session, which was not quite true.

Sunday night, rather early, she took me off to bed saying "Come on my lover, I am back to work tomorrow, need to get back in practice." I started off giving her some oral attention, quite soon having two fingers in her ass and my thumb in her pussy, she did not need any practice she was still very receptive. I moved up, played with her nipples, and fingered her clit, another almost instant orgasm.

I let her settle down a bit and said "All parts in full working order I see, what would you like now?"

"You know I wanted you to play with my tits, but the booking does give you the excuse about bruising, perhaps you could bind them up for me. I guess you won't want to smack them, but they would look good ballooned up and purple."

I gave her very hard twist of a nipple, and said "You stupid fool; it's me that is supposed to be the pervert that would like to see that, not you." She again came up with the argument that when they were enhanced it would be dodgy, I succumbed.

I got her to stand up and bend over so her boobs hung straight down and took the rope, which she by pure coincidence had left in the bedroom, and started to bind her. I doubled up a length of the rope, wrapped the looped end around a breast, and slipped the ends through making a slip noose. I then looped the ends around the base of her now rounder tit after checking for any trapped skin pulled up the slack. She now, as requested, had one of her beautiful breast looking like a balloon.

It took me a couple of minutes to repeat the procedure on the other tit, we now had two slightly purple globes to play with. I gripped them lightly in each hand, despite the colouration the first one felt cool rather than hot, and gave them both a little shake and squeeze. Chantal was breathing rather rapidly and said "Go on, a few whacks with the cat would be fun." 

As I played with them, they were lovely and bouncy; I very nearly succumbed to her request but did manage to stop myself. I just told her no and continued to gently play with them; it was actually very erotic for both of us. Chantal took them in her hands, and gave them rather harder squeezes than I had, and said, "Oh, they feel funny, fuck me please if you still refuse to warm them up with the cat."

The way she was pulling at them I was worried that she may damage them so I made her lay on the bed with her bound boobs pushing into the mattress. Grabbing a dollop of lube, I went into her ass really hard, deep, and fast. This got a loud scream, lots of grunts and then a very obvious long drawn out orgasmic scream.

I came very quickly for me, and then rolled her onto her back, to see what damage we had done. Her breasts were looking very purple indeed and did feel strangely cold, getting a lot of yelps of pain from her, I managed to release the now tighter ropes. The colour soon returned but there were very red indentation marks all around the base of each breast, were the ropes had dug in.

Probably to stop me examining them and moaning, she pulled me down on her, pressing the now lovely and soft breasts into my chest. She whispered in my ear, after working her tongue into it a few times, "Thank you, that was smashing, I bet we try that again one day." We then cuddled up and went to sleep.

On Monday morning, Chantal had a small dilemma, with how to dress, we were looking at a potential house, but later she was entertaining a 'gentleman'. She finally decided on a short brown check mini, a beige blouse, and her tan leather jacket together with a pair of black stiletto boots. A good combination of smart and sexy, although with the mood she was in of late, she was sexy however, she dressed.

The house we inspected was very much what we had in mind, an old detached house with a secluded driveway on one of the secondary roads into the port. Decoration was very good and there was a nice little annex with small lounge, kitchen, and fair size bedroom all on the ground floor. The rest of the house was plenty big enough, and we ended up making an offer a few thousand below the asking price. I would have to hurry up and put mine on the market as soon as we got back home.

Chantal managed to get an appointment at the local sexual health clinic; I did chicken out and said I would only go if she had a problem. Considering it was an appointment, they did not seem very well organised and she ended up taking more than two hours at the hospital. She did however get a full service, with blood and urine samples, and an internal examination; she even got a hepatitis B injection.

All the tests were fine, except the HIV, which she had to go back and collect the result of in a few days. She made particular reference to the fact, that her marathon anal action had done no harm at all. Obviously, the results were good, but I was a little worried that it all seemed too easy, and she may get over confident in future.

She said, "All for free, they even gave me a dozen free condoms – how long are they supposed to last a girl? All very clinical, I think I liked your fantasy Doctor much better." She was quite happy to get to work after that, and it was not long before I dropped her off at a small suburban house. While she was going to be entertained for a couple of hours, I had to find something to kill the time yet again.

After sitting in the car half-listening to the radio and reading a war novel, she phoned at the expected time for a pickup. She had apparently had a good time, very friendly and good sex, and another £200 added to the funds.

On the drive home, I mentioned that I was fed up with sitting around and it would be ideal when we got the house sorted out. She was sympathetic and told me that she would relieve my boredom when we got home. 

Sincere thanks to my cyber friend John (Namizujs) for yet again making my efforts more readable. Just one chapter left with Chantal but would still appreciate your comments and votes. 



Chantal: The Real Story Ch. 09



When we arrived home she immediately took me to bed, and apologised for having to leave me in a cold car for two hours, while she enjoyed herself. She insisted that the session was only for my pleasure, not hers. Chantal used her lovely mouth to wake up my equipment, then sat on me, and did all the work, telling me to lay still.

She seemed to have developed remarkable control over her pussy muscles, as she was literally milking me with very little body movement. She placed her hands on her lovely boobs, and lifted them in turn to her mouth and licked her own nipples. With a little bit of assistance from me, pumping up and down she got me to dump a nice load into her. She collapsed down on top of me, her boobs are lovely and soft, and said "There, does that prove how grateful I am?"

"I was not really complaining, but that was a very pleasant reward. Your boobs feel so nice, are you sure you want them stuffed, they might feel different."

"Just like the fantasy Chantal, I will have small incisions under the armpits and the implants will be under my breast muscles. All the lovely soft bits will be pushed further out for you to play with. Talking of which, tonight I would like you to play with them again"

I lifted her off, called her stupid, and suggested we dressed and started tidying up the house as we would, hopefully have some buyers viewing it shortly. We had another good session in the evening, just a normal anal; she did not push the breast play option.

The following morning we went to see an estate agent friend of mine, he knew my house, and said he could probably have three potential buyers looking at it this week. He would guarantee a good price and a quick sale, the area and size of my house where in great demand. With that in mind, we spent the rest of the day getting everything clean and tidy. He came around and took all the particulars, and even said that he had two people who wanted to view it the following day.

A complication arose in the morning; Chantal had an outcall request for the afternoon come in, from one of her doggers. As I had to wait in for the prospective house buyers we agreed, that as it was a repeat it would be all right for her to drive up alone. She phoned when she arrived at his house, as usual, and I expected a call when she had finished her two hours. While I was showing a couple around, I received her check in call, "All fine, on my way back, charged him an extra £100, see you soon." 

They were the second potential buyers I had shown around, and both sets seemed dead keen, I was very hopeful of a quick sale and getting the asking price. Chantal got back around teatime, and I told her that we should have our new home sorted out soon. When I asked her how she had earnt her bonus, she told me she would tell me in bed later.

She was her usual lively and sexy self, perhaps a little more so than average, all through tea and our relaxing evening. She was eager to get me to bed early, who was I to argue, and I went and had a shower first. She went in after me and told me to wait on the bed, she would not be long. When she came out, she was, unusually, wearing a short silk dressing gown, although it was just open enough for me to notice that she had removed her nipple jewellery.

"So why have you taken out your jewellery, and why are you wearing the gown?" 

She gave me a sly smile and said "Two separate, yet connected reasons; I have taken out the bars so you can be nice and rough with my nipples and boobs." She bent over and presented one nipple for me to kiss, I was obviously willing to oblige. "There that tasted nice I expect, now the reason I put on the gown."

She pulled the gown wide, showing me that both her breasts were slightly bruised on the outside curves. Before I could say anything her tongue was curving around mine, and that lovely body was pressing down on my chest. After that treatment, I was in no mood to argue, so she stood up and took off the gown. No sign of any other bruising until she turned around and displayed her bum, both cheeks had large bruises, not nasty but over a large area. I asked. "That explains your bonus charge today; would you like to tell me how this happened?"

"Tom was the perfect gentleman, when I arrived he said the web site mentioned that if he asked first he might be allowed to spank me. I told him that it would be acceptable, if he paid extra and was not too rough. We agreed that for £100, he could spank me but that he had to stop when I told him to."

By this time Chantal was cuddling up to me, and slowly playing with my cock, I got the impression, that she still had things to confess to. "He was, as I said the perfect gentleman, he laid me across his lap, and gave me six firm smacks with his open hand. He paused and asked if I was alright, you know me, I was getting rather juiced up down below and told him all was fine. He gave me ten more, slightly harder ones, and then I asked him if he would like to fuck me."

"My bum was glowing nicely, and I was more than ready for some cock in my pussy, he obliged with a nice firm cock. I got my legs up behind him and really pulled him in, it was so nice that I told him to smack my tits. He was nice though, several swipes at each side, but I think he must have thought they would break if he went hard."

"He came at the same time as me; both of us definitely enjoyed the experience. He then spent ages cuddling me, and asking if I was all right, he had paid for it and I had encouraged him but he was still so worried that he had gone too far. For the rest of the session, he was very attentive, and gentle, with rather a lot of mouth work on my part, he managed two more goes at my pussy."

I said "That sounds like a session you both enjoyed, I was sixty miles away, so it was a little naughty, accepting a rough customer, although I admit it turned out fine,"

"Good, you are not angry with me; in that case you won't mind playing a little with a present I bought us." She told me to stay still, went to her toy drawer, got out the vacuum pump, and removed the pussy cup. She had three small clear plastic cylinders, and brought these, together with the pump, and her soft-tailed crop over to the bed, and told me to change places with her.

"Now I see why you removed your jewellery, you are getting into this pain and pleasure a little too much. No objection to playing with these though, they look like fun. One tube was smaller than the others were; I took one of the larger ones, and fitted it onto the pump and applied some lube to the open end. Placing it over her nipple, I said, "They are not looking like they want any attention, I will have to do something about that first." I picked up her soft leather cat and set about each breast, concentrating on the nipples, with light tweaks. I do not think I was hard enough to cause any bruising but I did get her nubs to stand to attention.

I put a cup over one of them and sucked the nipple in, the pump was powerful, and it stretched to twice its length, with just two strokes of the handle. This caused Chantal to let out an 'eek' but she still asked for another squeeze before I transferred the hose to the other side. I soon had the other nipple in a similar engorged state, and my little slut was very obviously enjoying the stimulation.

She said, "That's nice, you know where I want the other one." I was getting into the mood now and got her lo lie with her knees pulled up and apart, displaying her naked pussy. I told her that I could not even see her clit so proceeded to spin the ends of the cat against her sex. Getting harder and faster, I did persuade the clit to wake up a bit, but it was still hiding under her hood.

I teased it out with my fingers and by gently drawing the leather strips over it, it began to harden. I held her hood back with one hand, and literally flogged her clit; the leather was actually very soft. Although it would have more effect on her clit, it was little harder than a tickle against my fingers. This treatment had her clit poking out like a small penis, looking very shiny, her pussy was leaking with her juices.

I connected the small tube and pushed it over her aroused clit, pushing in rather hard I did one squeeze on the pump. Her clit instantly shot into the tube, easily the same length as her nipple "Oh Fuck! Was that pain or pleasure." She shrieked. "Try another squeeze." I did as instructed and sucked out some more air. I think the answer to her question must have been 'it was pleasure'; she had a real 'gusher' of an orgasm.

As she settled down, panting,and looking very flushed all over I lent down and gave her a long kiss. I then reached down and rather than, as she expected, removing the tube from her clit gave it another pump. I then released the vacuum and her swollen clit shot back, it was still erect enough to push her hood out of the way. She was still panting as I removed the two cups from her tits, again they remained very erect.

She said to me in a very quite voice, between her panting breaths, "Christ that was intense." I thought that if it was that good, she would like another. I lubed up the little tube and slipped it over her obviously tender clit and gave it four pumps, this got a scream from her. I then pulled it off without releasing the vacuum, which stretched her momentarily until it snapped back as the tube came free.

I quickly slipped into her, and gave her my best effort at an energetic fuck. It was so very pleasurable for us both, that afterwards we just snuggled up and went to sleep. 

In the morning I was woke up by a very lively girl, who said she was very pleased with her new toys, adding, "Other than the needle play, I know no blood, I have at least equalled fantasy Chantal except ..."

I came properly awake with that remark and said "Christ what are you after now, figging perhaps, in no way that ridiculous idea of pumping bees venom into a real body?"

She gave me a cheeky grin and said "I had forgotten those two, I must have another read. No I was thinking about the girl on girl bit."

I smiled at that and said "You better give your friend Sandra a call, I will go and pick her up, if you like, give me two minutes to get dressed. I will try and find a baseball bat, and a double ended dildo on the way."

"The only place you are going is into the bathroom to have a cold shower."

"Don't worry, I think you said you had no great interest, I am much the same, although my description of swapping cum mouth to mouth does sound rather erotic. Unless you have any other plans, you could invite her up to the new house, the way things are moving we may be able to move in three or four weeks."

She smiled and gave me a little hug. "That was a better answer than your first attempt, but just where are you suggesting we get the mouthful of cum from?"

Bookings were trickling in for the weekend; Friday had three one hour sessions including one of the doggers. Saturday had two, one was with William, who had an hour, he could not afford any longer. No further bookings came up before we drove off to the hotel on Friday although both sides of the house trading were progressing very well. We had our two usual rooms organised and after getting the keys, Chantal went to get ready.

She put on a pink top, which left midriff, arms and cleavage bare, together with a ridiculously short black chequered mini, with a wide belt. "Only three guys lined up tonight, so I have dressed to make sure I can pull in the bar later." She had made her three bookings, each for an hour, start at six, leaving the later evening to try her luck in the bar.

I spent the three hours in the small lounge on my own, catching one glimpse of her, when she met a new guy in the lobby. She, as usual, phoned me when they arrived and again when they left. Chantal came in to collect me, when she cleared the last guy and said "Three very nice guys, five pleasant orgasms, just one problem. I got a good load of spunk in my pussy, not the guy's fault the condom broke, and we were being very enthusiastic at the time. I will have to go to that damned clinic again, although he looked clean.

"Oh dear, another example of reality being different to fantasy, its going to go wrong one day you know. So what do you want to do about the rest of the evening?"

"As I said his equipment looked healthy, and he said he was not married and only occasionally used a prostitute, always with a condom. I think its ok to continue; lets go for a drink, and see what the pickings are like."

The bar was fairly crowded, mostly guys, who had a good look as she swayed her body to her usual spot at the far end of the bar. She had two guys offering to buy her a drink before she even sat down, I don't think they noticed I was with her. I just sat down nearby and listened while she negotiated, it was a choice between individually at £110 each for an hour or she would take them both, for 90 minutes for £180. They choose the later option, and I was on my own again. 

I stayed in the bar and had a couple of pints, while she entertained them, when she returned it was getting near closing time so she decided to call it a night, and we went off to bed. Despite having had her way with five guys, and incidentally earning £510, she was eager to have me please her as well.

Saturday, she spent most of the day dragging me around the shops, although we did get another look at what was almost certainly to be our future home. She only had two booking for the evening, both quickies starting at seven o'clock. Her second customer was William who had told her that he really liked her company but just could not afford to see her very often. The other booking was also one of her doggers, again only half an hour. Theses guys were so used to getting their kicks for nothing, it was not good for a working girl, the authorities ought to clamp down on it.

She greeted her guy dressed in a new pale green mini dress, with full length buttons down the front, and a new pair of long black boots. She looked very sexy but not sluttish; Hazel had asked her to tone down her appearance in the bar a little, no problem with her working just not too blatant. She gave her usual call when she finished with the first guy, saying for me not to worry she was going to give William a little extra time.

Chantal joined me in the bar, after giving William almost a full hour. I was slightly disappointed that he did not join us for a drink, she had invited him but he said he did not have the time. "He was asking me about another session in the car park, although he can not guarantee the weather. I told him I was not sure, but thinking about it having my new boobs soaked in cum might be nice."

Her sexual appetite got very little attention the rest of the evening, although her mind got more stimulation, looking forward to a booking she made. A smart looking guy, late twenties, got talking to her in the bar, and they went off for a quickie. Turned out he only asked for a hand job, but she did end up giving him full oral as well. She brought him back to the bar, and the three of us arranged for a session much more to her liking.

The guy was somewhat out of his depth; he had been tasked to find a prostitute to entertain at his mate's bachelor party, and had been recommended to try the hotel bar. He said he was very surprised to find such a beautiful, intelligent and friendly person available and told us what they had in mind. After a lot of discussion, we agreed, that he would confirm with his mates that she would meet them, an outcall, on Wednesday at eight o'clock. She was to provide a strip and then entertain seven, possibly eight guys until ten o'clock – we insisted that it was early so they would, hopefully, not be too drunk.

She insisted that I remain in the room with her all the time, because of the numbers involved, and would charge £600. She did suggest that they had another £400 available as she would probably be able to convince them that they wanted two more hours. She gave him the web site address, so his mates could see what was on offer.

"See, I can easily match your fantasy girl, I do hope he confirms. I feel like celebrating, can we go upstairs." She took me up, and told me to wait in my room while she went to hers and got something. "I would have liked to show you what I had in mind to wear for my fun night on Wednesday, but I need your help with it please." As we were both cooperating with fitting her into her, very tight, corset, she said, "I don't think I can give them a striptease as a starter, I will just have this, and my highest white shoes, on under a coat when I arrive."

"I can just throw off the coat and go around and introduce myself to each of them individually, like this." She then swayed up to me and placing my hands on her boobs knelt down and took my cock into her mouth. After several deep strokes into her mouth and a few licks she said "Hmm, that one tastes nice, next please. I can go around the room like that to get the eight guys attention – I do hope he confirms - I did not get his number to chase him up."

"I will then select the most forward of them, some may be shy and need to get in the mood, and get him to fuck me quick and fast on the settee. I'm sure I will be wet; thinking about having eight cocks lined up is soaking me, so I am sure the real thing will." At this point she pushed me back on the bed, manhandled me into her very moist pussy, and fucked me. Her tits where bouncing very enticingly, so I grabbed one in each hand and lay back and enjoyed the ride.

It was a very quick orgasm for both of us, I said "I expect that will work, but remember there will be seven more guys, who will be feeling very randy at this point."

She jumped off the bed, looking fantastic in her corset and heels, and said "I know, it will be fun and you get to watch, you better ask them, if they mind you getting some photos. I must drive back up here on Monday to get checked out at the clinic, I would not like to start an epidemic, although they will all have to wear condoms - shame"

We drove home and had a restful day; Chantal was a little excited about her appointment for Wednesday, but was not looking forward to being poked around again at the clinic. Monday morning, she telephoned and managed an appointment at the clinic that same morning. She was happy enough to drive up on her own; I continued to sort out my junk.

She set off, dressed just in jeans and a tight grey jumper and heels, wearing heels when driving was something the old Chantal never did. Around lunchtime, she called, and told me that she had an outcall and would be busy for an hour or so. She gave me the address, and said she would call when they got there, which she did. She sounded quite happy, presumably the clinic was not so bad now she knew what to expect.

She called when they had finished, and she told me she was on her way back and that she had enjoyed her session. When she got home, I was immediately instructed to get undressed and use her ass. She stripped off and presented her naked ass and said, "Come on in darling, don't worry about lube, there is plenty in there already." I pushed in, which was indeed easy and started banging away, much more fun than my earlier packing.

Chantal used her finger on her clit and we both ended up with a good climax, and were both very sweaty. She said "That's nice, three good loads of spunk slopping around in my ass – so much better without a condom. Actually would have felt better in my pussy but he wanted my ass both times."

I wondered what she had been up to, "So what did you do seduce the Doctor at the clinic?"

"No, the guy who had the burst condom was being checked out at the same time, we were both clean, so it was far too good an opportunity to miss. I would have probably given it for a discount, but he paid full price, both parties very happy. I wonder if they would let me advertise at the clinic. It really is so much nicer to have the cum in me, which ever hole is involved, it is a much nicer feeling." 




Chantal: The Real Story Ch. 09



That evening, and the following, she did not actually make any demands on my poor old body. She was definitely looking forward to her bachelor party, and said she was saving her responses to give them a good show. Chantal was actually a little nervous about taking on so many, while she could call a halt, if they got out of hand, there would be no excuse to slow down if they were polite. 

As she intended to wear her tight white corset, I had to help with her dressing, we got it laced up very tightly. When she slipped on her shoes and gave a twirl, she did look very fuckable, the corset pulled her waist in forcing her tits up – the corset held the underside of her breasts but left the rest, including her nipples on show. She said, "This is tight, I may need to ditch it sometime during the evening, but for now it helps the funny feeling in my stomach. I know I have had a lot of practice in the last few weeks, but this party has got me a little worried."

On our drive to the guy's house, she was still feeling a little apprehensive; with her rapid escalation of sexual pleasure over the past weeks, I told her I was at a loss to understand her worries." I can't understand it myself, each time I have tried something new I have really enjoyed it – I'll be fine when I get into the swing of it."

When I found the house, there was no parking very close, and I had to park up well down the street. Chantal had, fortunately, brought a coat so we walked back to the house and knocked on the door. The guy we had met at the weekend answered the door very quickly, and greeted us with what seemed like relief. Chantal gave him a little hug and said, "Hi, are you going to introduce me to your friends? You had better take my coat."

She looked fabulous, just her white corset and matching heels, her nervousness seemed to have disappeared, as she walked into the main room and gave a pose for the seven guys. "Nice to meet you all, I'm Chantal and I am here for your pleasure- although I expect I will gain some pleasure from the experience. Before we start my friend, Ron will stay and if I say stop, it means stop, although I am sure you will all be nice to me. All my holes are available as often as you like to use them, condoms please, if you are in my pussy or ass, but I do not have enough for all seven of you at once. I was going to go around the room and individually wake your equipment up; I see that is not necessary – so where shall we start?"

One of them, athletic build, asked her to lay on the sofa, which she did smiling up at him and playing with her pussy. He went straight in and started some average strokes, while a second guy offered his cock to her mouth. She took him in and he started a reasonably hard pumping, stretching her cheeks out. The guy in her pussy was not allowed long, he was pushed out the way, and a third guy, curly hair, asked if he could use her ass. She was only allowed to nod her head, as her mouth was still full.

Curly hair was considerate enough to first lick her ass, drop a nice dollop of lube onto it and his cock before pushing slowly in. She hardly seemed to notice as the guy in her mouth was getting quite rough, holding the back of her head while he pumped away. The guy in her ass pulled her on top of him dislodging the cock in her mouth and yet another slipped his cock into her pussy. She reached down and played with her pussy, looking quite happy with the proceedings, as another guy tried to get into her mouth.

We had not been there for ten minutes, and she already had a cock in each hole, it was going to be a hard night. I pulled up a chair into a corner, and lit up a cigarette, all the guys although eager, were not at all unruly. Three cocks were now pounding into her body, she was using one of her hands to wank the one in her mouth, and the other was rubbing her clit. She had to push out the one in her mouth as she had a thrashing orgasm.

They did not let her settle though, the pussy user was replaced, and another went into her mouth. All three were pounding away and she soon dropped the one in her mouth, as she shrieked with another orgasm. The chap in her ass obviously finished, and they quickly moved her around so she was sitting on a pussy guy, presenting her ass to another. Before she got going, again, she had another in her mouth, and two in rapid succession went in and out of her ass.

The guy underneath was still in her pussy, when another pushed his cock in beside it, she gave a grunt and buried her head in the pillow. They did not last long in this position with the second guy withdrawing and going back to a rapid pounding of her ass – yet another thrashing climax for her. Ass man was immediately replaced with another, doubling up in her pussy, although she did her best to keep hold of a third in her hand and mouth, she did not succeed. She kept hold of it but her mouth was too busy panting with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Seven fit young men were showing no sigh of flagging, I had no idea how long she could keep up the intensity though. While they changed around she was allowed to stand and stretch, she said, "Lovely so far guys, what is next?" They got her back in a similar position with her sitting on the one in her pussy, and another slipping into her ass. Three in a row took her ass very rapidly and kept her climaxing for ages, no one could get near her mouth. 

Although no one was, actually being rough with her, the treatment she was receiving with the odd slap on the ass, and grab at her tits had all three areas glowing a sweaty red. I was not sure the exact time we had arrived at the house, but it was now twenty minutes past the appointed time. I must admit she was not showing any lack of enthusiasm, but I thought she must be tiring, I was feeling shattered just watching – and my cock was rigid.

I did grab the lube, and gestured for the guys to slip a bit on their condoms, which they were happy to do. Another brief pause for her, while another guy got underneath, in her pussy, but in no time another was in there with him, and both gave her a steady fuck. This time a third cock was held in her mouth, not roughly, but firm enough, so she could not let it slip out. The second pussy guy did swap to her ass and she had a very spluttering climax as a load was dumped in her mouth.

All this time, there was very little talking, everyone was far too active, just some banter and groans of pleasure. I guess all seven had cum at least once, but the lads were showing little sign of flagging. One of the guys put a cushion on the floor in front of the sofa and got Chantal to kneel on it. He grabbed her arms and held her while ramming into her pussy, she was only supported by her knees and him pulling on her arms – it looked painful but she was still enjoying the sensations.

The guy in her pussy obviously shot his load, and passed her arms to the next guy, who went hard straight into her ass. This was a particular hard and fast one, which had her screaming with satisfaction. As he dumped his load, she freed her arms, and tucked them under her head, in no time another was using her pussy. She was now in a more comfortable position, but was still taking a hard and fast fuck and was only managing panting breaths.

The other four guys took her in this same position, alternating between holes, at the end of which she was virtually unconscious. I stepped in and insisted on giving her a rest; the lads were quite happy with this, and pointed us towards a bedroom with attached bathroom. I helped her up and as she walked, looking somewhat vacant, she managed to say "Don't worry boys; I will be out to play again soon."

I sat her on the bed, got her a drink of water, and asked how she felt. She was still looking like she was drunk, but after taking several sips of the water said. "Christ, that was porn movie stuff, it was none stop fucking. Now I feel fantastic, although when my mind feels inclined to notice my body's complaints, I bet I will be as sore as hell. I think I will have a shower and see if I am up to asking them for the same again – it was fantastic and it would be such a shame to lose the opportunity."

I said "Go and have your shower, I don't think you, or them for that matter could manage another session quite as frantic – see how you feel." I helped her remove her corset, it was very tight and had left deep patterns on her skin, and she gave a sigh when it was released. She then disappeared into the shower for a good twenty minutes. Chantal was very lively when she finally came out, slipping into her heels she asked me to replace her corset.

She said, "That session would have been enough for your 'Nevada Chantal', I'm going to show her now – although I bet you will have to carry me out." With that, she checked herself in the mirror and headed back to the main room. The guys gave a great cheer and a round of applause as she posed for them and said, "Right boys, thank you for a lovely experience, I fancy more of the same if you can manage it. The only change, please don't try for two dicks in the same hole again – other than that, lets get down to business, who is first?"

The guy who had booked her, got her to sit between his legs, and holding her legs out wide, high in the air, said "Come on lads, she has been a great sport give her some pleasure." As the first guy, in what was already an orderly queue, sunk into her pussy he started pummelling her tits and chewing her ear. It was only a short time before she was indeed getting pleasure, her back arched and she grabbed his shoulders, as she yelled 'yessss'.

They were a fit bunch, with a lot of grunting and cries of ecstasy, all six each gave her a very rapid fuck. She was obviously in a continuous state of ecstasy, before the first one had finished, she thrashed around as each one pounded into her and she received kisses and nibbles on her ear and neck. When the last one had finished she took a few moments to get her breath, and then knelt down and rewarded the guy who was kissing her with an enthusiastic blowjob.

Chantal stood up, "OK you lovely guys, I must have just about milked you dry by now, each of you please have a last go in my ass. Do not waste your lovely cum in the condom though, pull out and squeeze it into a glass, I will finish with a 'grand finale' show for you. The groom can play with my boobs while I suck his cock, he needs the practice."

She then lay on her back with her ass presented at one end of the settee, as the first went in she started caressing the groom and pulled him into her mouth. Everyone was getting tired by now and each guy took some time to complete his task, all remembering to fill up the wine glass. The groom did actually cum in her mouth, which neither party seemed to dislike at all. When the last guy filled the glass, she stood up and said, "I hope you all enjoyed this evening as much as I did, you other guys should get hitched soon and invite me back."

"Right grab your cameras and you can record the 'money shot' which is how all good gang bang porn movies finish." They all managed to find their cameras or cell phones and stood in a semi circle around Chantal who was, by now, sitting on the settee. She took the glass and with a lovely smile on her face and her beautiful eyes wide open poured the contents of the glass onto the bridge of her nose and let it run into her mouth. It was a sticky mess and she had to collect it using her tongue and a finger. When she had it all in her mouth, she played with it on her tongue, with her mouth open, for the guys to photograph. 

With a final gulp, she swallowed it, showed her empty mouth, and stood up to a round of applause from everyone, including me. She spent some time with each guy, giving them a messy kiss and her thanks, the groom getting extra attention. Her original plan, being good enough for them to pay for an extra two hours was not going to happen. None of them would have the energy to fuck their girl friends when the got home.

The guys all agreed that it had been a far better way to spend a bachelor party than getting a skin full of alcohol, and all thanked her for being so marvellous. Chantal walked with me to the car and sat down saying "That has proved it, real life can live up to your fantasies. I have had a really good evening although I will be as sore as hell in the morning - they were well fit. Take me home to bed; I have not even got the energy, to have a bath. We had intended to drive home but I rang Hazel and got a room at her hotel for the night.

When she eventually woke up, she was indeed very sore, even down to the proverbial walking bow legged. After a long soak in the bath and a good breakfast, she was fit enough to drive back home. We both agreed that her abilities had proved at least up to those of 'Nevada Chantal' and that she no longer needed to try to compete. 

Our move went well a few weeks later, and we settled down, running, what was in effect, our own brothel in England. For any readers that do not like loose ends, Sandra did join our 'stable' on a regular, although part time basis and, yes, they did get together on a few occasions. Chantal did get her boob job; they were a little larger than we had talked about. Her Doctor had said that the usual feedback he got was that the girls had wished they had been a little bit bigger.

I am rather sad to say goodbye to the Chantal stories, I know a few of you have enjoyed them as you have already given me feedback. Comments on the two series as a whole, from the fans who have stuck with Chantal and myself, would be appreciated. My sincere thanks to John (Namizujs) for tidying up the later stories.