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Selling Myself

By: KatieBreckenridge



My name's Katie and I'm 46 years old. I'm happily married, 5'4", brown hair and eyes, 135 lbs, 34C, with ample hips and a heart-shaped ass. I have two daughters in college. My husband, Jeff, travels almost two weeks a month. I have a full-time job as a professional at a large hospital, but I have evenings and weekends free.

I love my husband very much, and have no desire to leave him, but for the last three years, I've wanted to augment the family income since my husband's business has been struggling.

I've always had men stare at my boobs, and check out my ass, and it's always enjoyable to have male attention. But then one day, something happened that sort of opened up some repressed feelings I must have always had.

I was having lunch with a long-time friend from college my college days, Caroline, whom I hadn't seen for several years. She is knock-out gorgeous at 44, a buxom blond with a beautiful face who has always had to beat men off with a stick even with a wedding ring on her finger.

We spent a few hours catching up, drinking wine into the late afternoon, and the conversation turned to sex and men. I had decried my husband's lack of attention and my feelings of neglect in the sexual arena. We chatted back and forth, and then because Caroline was a little tipsy, she accidentally blurted out that she did some escort work on the side. She said she was pleased to have solved the 'lack of sex' problem as well as adding some much-needed cash to the family pot.

I was floored, to say the least.

I inquired further, and the long and short of it was that she worked for an escort service that specialized in well-preserved, shapely, beautiful mature women. Married housewives were not just part of the mix of 'associates', they were preferred.

This was amazing to me, as I never would have suspected such a revelation from Caroline, but I had to admit she had the goods. She was quite good looking, well built and well maintained.

She told me that she worked once or twice a week, usually in conjunction with some kind of conference or convention. In addition to the typical Friday or Saturday night outing with a conventioneer, she did occasional weeknight work with a few 'regular' local clients she had developed over the course of the three years she had worked as an escort.

She said not all of the work involved sex - sometimes she was just arm candy for a dinner party - but usually the man would request some sort of sexual play, which she had learned to greatly enjoy. She called herself a 'provider', and was proud of the services she provided to her satisfied and happy clients.

She said her escort company was always in need of more women to join the firm and provide services, and she giggled that I was just the kind of woman that was perfect for their upscale, elite clientele. I was afraid to ask what 'sort' of woman she thought I was, since I think she meant it as a compliment.

I asked if her husband knew about it, and she said that he did. I was amazed he'd handle such a thing, but she assured me that the average of $3000 per week, after taxes, that she earned had gone a long way toward assuaging his fears of losing her. Even he admitted that her libido was far advanced of his, and she was much more calm and friendly since she'd began this work.

She intimated that it kind of turned her husband on, to think that his wife was so hot and desirable that other men would pay money to have her. In fact, their best sex was after she'd been on a 'date', and she had more sex with her husband since she had started working as an escort.

Go figure.

That was enough revelation for one day for me, so the conversation veered off that subject as I'd had all the information I could handle for a while. But when I got home, I started thinking.

That's always dangerous, you know. Thinking.

I wasn't what you'd call a 'sexually experienced' girl in college. I'd only had sex with one other boy before I married my husband, and it was somewhat less than satisfactory. In fact, it was horrible. 

Ever since I had turned forty, I'd actually noticed I thought about sex more than when I was younger. My desire for sex had increased, while my husband's had waned. I suppose I was a late bloomer in the libido department.

So, since I really hadn't had any broad experience of men in my past, it was kind of an attractive thought to sow a few wild oats at my advanced age. Getting into bed with men of different shapes and sizes was becoming an intriguing concept for me, once I began to think about it.

Thinking about making a couple thousand dollars extra per week - now there's a thought! I liked how many problems that would solve at home, and relieve pressure. And the idea of being paid for sex, no matter how tawdry the connotations, was always a little bit of a naughty turn-on for me.

Thinking about how my husband was gone so much of the time, leaving me home alone for a week at a time. And honestly, I wasn't getting nearly enough sex! I had a far more active sexual relationship with my vibrator than with my husband, and that's not what a girl wants at all.

On the other hand, I never thought of myself as a prostitute. I'd always thought of 'hookers' walking street corners in shabby, slutty clothes. But Caroline had talked of evening gowns, galas, Champaign, and five-star hotels. So maybe being an 'escort' was not the same as being a 'prostitute', exactly.

I stewed on this subject for weeks. And in the end, one night when I was feeling very horny and my husband was out of town, as usual, I called her.

"Caroline, this is Katie," I said.

"Hi, Kate, let me go to the other room away from the TV..." She put me on hold and then picked up another phone in a quiet part of the house. "Hey, what's going on?" she said.

I almost lost my courage, but I heard myself whisper, "I want to talk about...ah...that job opportunity we discussed a few weeks ago at lunch."

"Well, it's about time," she giggled, "I wondered if you were ever going to make the call."

That was kind of embarrassing. But I forged ahead. "I've been thinking about the money, and the kind of clientele you described, and maybe...I'm thinking about exploring the idea a little further." 

There, that didn't sound so bad.

Caroline said, "You won't regret it, Kate, just let me have Robert call you. He's my manager, and a very sweet and understanding guy. I know you'll like him and you'll like what he has to say. I certainly did, and I've never regretted it."

We chatted for a while longer about other things, and then hung up. I was almost shaking with fear, excitement, dread, horniness, worry, and I had a 'falling' feeling in my tummy that was at the same time horrible and thrilling. I was a mess when the phone rang not five minutes later.

"Hello?"

"Is this Katie?" A man's voice.

"Yes," I said cautiously.

"This is Robert Casey, I'm a friend of your friend Caroline. We work for the same company, and I am her manager."

"I see." Still cautious, me.

"Well, uh, Caroline suggested I give you a call and we could discuss things and maybe I could answer some questions for you." He had a nice voice and seemed so pleasant.

"Oh, yes, well, uh, perhaps you could tell me about your firm - that is of course, if you are hiring these days..."

"Certainly we are always looking for new associates, women who have that certain something, and Caroline described you as just that kind of wonderful Lady. We only engage women with life experience, grace, beauty, charm, - all the things that Caroline said you possess in abundance."

My, he was smooth too.

"Why, thank you for the compliments," I said, blushing alone in my own bedroom.

He paused a moment and let out a breath, "May I speak frankly, Katie?" he asked. So polite.

"By all means," I said.

"We at Cascade Engagements, that's our company name, work with very special women to serve our clientele by providing discrete feminine companionship. Our clients are discerning upscale gentlemen, fully vetted and background checked. Our first priority is the safety and well being of our ladies, so we refuse clients that do not measure up. We have no website nor do we advertise. We exist by word of mouth only in the highest levels of executives and entrepreneurs."

"That sounds impressive," I encouraged.

"Yes, thank you. All of our Companions are women over 40 years of age. We like to think that we provide true Courtesans - women of distinction, intelligence, education, experience - in addition to exquisite feminine charm and beauty. We serve a client list without peer in our industry by providing companionship that is without peer. Caroline says you could be a valuable addition to our company, and she hopes you will consider meeting me, and I feel the same."

Certainly, I had to admit I liked what I heard.

I asked, "What exactly, if I joined your firm, would my job duties be?"

He chuckled warmly, "Ah, a woman with a direct and clear mind. Just as expected, and I would respect nothing less, Katie. A typical assignment would have one of our Companions meeting one of our clients at a public setting - perhaps a restaurant or a club. Activities such as yachting, dinner, going to the theater, dancing, walking on the beach, attending a formal event, or just a casual luncheon at a bistro, or twenty-dollar cocktails in the bar of a five-star hotel - there are so many ways to start your time with the client."

"Hmm, sounds nice," I said, "Tell me more."

"Perhaps after an afternoon or evening of any number of these sorts of activities, with plenty of time to talk and get to know one another, a couple might retire to a suite for a nightcap, or park the yacht in Avalon for a night, or who knows what? In any event, our clients book time with our Companions. They are successful, busy, stress-out men with a lot on their minds. They ask us to provide for them a scintillating, beautiful, intelligent woman with whom they can spend time to relax and unwind amid their busy schedule. When evening comes and the booked time is over, it is completely up to you whether you kiss your client goodnight, or choose to stay with him a while longer..."

"I see," I said, knowingly.

"And our clients are very big tippers, particularly when a lady chooses to grace them with her presence after hours." He was silent after that, waiting for my response.

"What are the rates you charge, and my salary situation, should I join your firm?"

"Very simply, our fees are one thousand dollars per hour. The company keeps 40%, so our Companions receive six hundred dollars per hour for their time. When it comes to tipping, our company is in no way involved, in other words, what you do or don't do on your own time after the booked hours is none of our concern."

His voice took on a more secret, intimate quality. "Just so you know, I've heard rumors of various sorts of tips. Sometimes, I've heard of numbers between five hundred and fifteen hundred, but these are only rumors and I have no way of substantiating such claims. Perhaps Caroline could tell you more about that because we, at Cascade Engagements have no involvement with either our associates or our clients past the hours booked directly through us for companionship services only."

"Wow," I said, giggling, "you sound like a lawyer."

"Yes, actually I am."

"Alright then," I said, "Would there be a good time for me to come in for an interview?"

"How about tomorrow for lunch? I could meet you at the Ritz Carlton, and lunch is on me, of course."

"That sounds lovely, how about one in the afternoon?"

"I'll arrange it," he said, and then he continued. "One last thing, and I hate to bring it up, but it is an important part of the business. Please forgive me for asking, but how is your wardrobe?"

Ooh, that hit below the belt. And it certainly made sense, given the clientele and cost of the services...

I said, "It could use some work." Sad, but true.

"Not a problem, we'll work on that after we meet, if you are still interested in moving forward. Just start thinking about things like Gucci, Prada, and Jimmy Choo."

"Sounds nice," I said, "See you tomorrow."

"Ciao, Bella," he said and then he rang off.

I could hardly sleep that night, thinking about wearing really great clothes in really great places and making really great money. And maybe, just maybe, having some exciting sex with men I'd only just met...

The next morning, I called in sick at the hospital and spent the morning working on the bags under my eyes and putting together my very best 'lunch at the Ritz' outfit. I wore a floral wrap-around dress, and my best white pumps and matching clutch, pearl necklace and earrings, sheer hose.

My heart was in my throat when I gave my car to the valet and walked into the Ritz Carlton, headed for the sunroom where elegant lunches were served both inside and out on the patio.

I stepped up to the Maître 'd and a very handsome young man with short black hair and startling blue eyes appeared at my side. He couldn't have been over 30, but he probably was.

"Katie?" he enquired.

"Yes," I smiled, "You must be Robert."

He took my hand and gave a chaste kiss lightly on my cheek. "Guilty," he said.

We were seated on the patio, overlooking the ocean. We chatted for a long time over salad and a light salmon with toast. During the conversation, he carefully got information on my educational background, travel and arts experience, marital and family status, and I'm sure he got a good idea of my personality as well. He was quite skilled at pleasurable interrogation.

At the end of our meal, he invited me to walk with him in the gardens and have a glass of wine. As we walked, he asked me the questions I had really dreaded, but knew were coming.

"Katie, without being thought rude, there are a few things I need to ask you. I hope you do not feel offended in any way..."

"Ok, go ahead, I think I know what you need to ask anyway." I took a good slug of the wine in preparation.

"Suppose you were at the end of a wonderful evening of dinner and dancing. Your client was a true gentleman, a delightful conversationalist, and admirable in many ways. He has treated you like a lady all evening, and now your time together is drawing to a close. Suppose he asked you politely if you would be so kind as to accompany him up to his suite, and he hinted that he'd like to get to know you better, and spend some time alone so that you two could be more...intimate. Do you think you might, if you liked him, say 'yes'?"

We had stopped under a gazebo to escape the heat of the afternoon sun. Birds were chirping in the vines that grew over the white lattice work. I downed the rest of my wine in one gulp.

I looked into Roberts pretty blue eyes as I said, "If the scenario you described was true, and the man wasn't completely unattractive...then, I might be willing to accompany a gentleman to his suite and be alone with him, more intimately, on my own time."

He smiled, "Very well said indeed, Katie. I think you would be a wonderful addition to our company as our newest associate. May I call you before this weekend and offer you an opportunity to provide companionship to one of our clients?"

I smiled, "Yes you may, Robert."

He reached into his pocket and handed me a small but thick envelope. "You look very nice today, but you will need many more outfits for evening occasions just as beautiful. May I offer you this advance against future earnings to help with your wardrobe enhancements?"

Such a sweetheart, this guy. "Why, thank you Robert, I will make a bee-line to the Plaza and see to it immediately."

"That's wonderful," he said, offering me his arm as we strolled back toward the hotel, and to the valet to collect our cars. 

As my car was brought up, Robert said, "I'll call you tonight, Katie. I think I have an outstanding client who would be very pleased to have your company tomorrow night. Shall I tell him you're free?"

I swallowed hard. This was moving really fast. I took a deep breath. "Please let him know I'd be delighted," I said.

"Excellent," said the ever elegant Robert. "Please expect my call with details this evening."

"Talk to you soon," I said, and I drove off into the afternoon sun.

When I parked at the Plaza, I opened the envelope and found five thousand dollars in cash. I just about fell out of the car. I hit the upscale mall hard and walked out of there with some pretty hot evening gowns, cocktail dresses, a couple casual dresses, a boatload of shoes, and some very fine lingerie.

When I was finished, I'd gone through Robert's loan of five grand and added a grand of my own to it. I left some very pleased saleswomen in my wake, I can tell you. Biggest Thursday they'd ever had, I'm sure.

I guessed I would really have to start making some money to get out of all this debt!

When I got home, it was just finished unloading my piles of booty from the car onto my bed when my cell phone rang. It was Robert.

"Hi, Katie," he said cheerfully, "Did you have a good time shopping?"

"Absolutely. Those poor stores are mere skeletons of their former selves."

He chuckled. "Great. So... Let me tell you about tomorrow night. The Client's name is Brett Calloway. He's thirty-four years old, 5'11", 180lbs, blonde/blue. He owns one of those internet businesses, some kind of real-estate valuation company or something. He's a great guy, he's single, and we've known him for over three years. How does that sound so far?"

It was much better than I expected, though I was a little taken aback by his young age. "He sounds great, but I'm almost thirteen years older than him. That's kind of scary."

Robert said, "Don't worry at all about that. Most of our clients are in their thirties. Brett, like most of our clients, enjoys the company of real women - he just adores a woman in full blossom. None of those young, immature tarts for this guy. He's in town for the weekend to see customers and make big deals. He arrives to John Wayne at four in the afternoon and will be at the Ritz by five-thirty. He would like to take you to dinner at seven o'clock in the Dining Room - so think about a Cocktail dress he might like."

I said, "Wow, ok, here we go I guess." Robert's younger age was a bit of a surprise, but I was shocked to hear that most of his clients would be younger than me. Much younger...

"Don't worry," Robert said with real concern in his voice, "You're going to do great. He's a great guy, you're a fabulous woman - just be yourself and you'll captivate him. I'm very confident, you'll be great. Just relax and let him take the lead and you have a great time! He'll have on a dark blue suit and a red tie with the insignia of Yale University on it. He'll keep a stool next to him open at the bar so you can find him there. Sound good?."

"Yes, sir," I said, "I'll do my best. I'll try not to screw up my first date."

Robert laughed, "You'll be fine. Brett is a sweetheart, you'll see. His booking is from seven to ten, so that's three hours. After ten, well that's up to you two. Just make sure you have fun!"

"Ok, seven to ten it is," I said, "I'll try not to let you down."

We said our goodbyes and rang off.

I immediately called my husband, Jeff. He was in Cleveland I think. I chatted with him a while and then said I'd be going to the Improv with the girls the next night, and it'll be loud, and there will be drinking, and I'll probably not hear my cell if he calls. He told me he was sorry he wasn't around much, and said I had his permission to be a wild girl and have loads of fun because I deserved it.

I smiled because I loved my husband, and he was a sweetheart. I told him I'd do just that.

The next day I got home early from work. I finished bathing and shaving in the tub at about four thirty that afternoon. I had hemmed and hawed over whether or not to go for it and completely shave all of my pubic hair. I had always kept myself well groomed and trimmed, but all the articles in Cosmo and Redbook said that men, especially young men, expected a girl to be pretty bare down there - the more bare, the better.


Selling Myself as a Sex Servant



It started when I was a student and deep in debt, I had seen an advert online that caught my eye. 

'Open minded servant required for private party, great pay for the right candidate - 2 days employment'.

It was quite an intriguing ad, I considered myself fairly open-minded and great pay was something I needed right then, it was different to all the 'party plan' ads that promised great returns. It had caught my interest enough that I emailed the address with my details and asked for more information. Later that night I got a reply explaining that this was a 'very special party' and they were looking for somebody that could look after their guests in every way. If I thought I was that person I should reply with a photo and more details about myself.

This really had me interested. My imagination was running through lots of scenarios as to what exactly a 'special party' was, but I had a few ideas and really wanted to find out more information.

I have quite an experimental sexual appetite and even if this wasn't for me, I wanted to know more, as the different thoughts in my head were turning me on.

I found some photos I like of myself and sent them off along with just some basic information. I didn't want to give too much away until I knew more.

The next morning I received an email questionnaire which started off quite simple and innocent but then got more and more detailed and involved as it went on, basically, what I liked, how comfortable I was with my sexuality and most notably what I would do for money. After an hour of careful consideration I completed the form, attached more personal details and hit the send button. Emails went back and forth for a few days, with the questions getting more and more personal and more specific details required. 

About a week later I received a final email with details of an agreement, what was expected and the money to be paid. I was told to sign this and bring it with me to an address out of town the following Friday.

It was about a 30-minute drive out to the coast, I followed the directions given and ended up at a big modern house overlooking the ocean. I was told to be there Friday at 4pm sharp. With five minutes to spare I parked my car and walked up to the front door. Standing there was a young woman with her back to me. I couldn't see much, but she seemed to have a good figure, dark, short cropped hair and dressed in jeans and a tight black halter neck top. She was quite different to what I expected from the emails I had received. As I got closer she turned to face me, she had petite features was quite stunning and must have been in her early twenties, about the same age as me. It was then that I realised this couldn't have been the woman from our emails. The couple I had been talking to where both mid thirties. 

I walked up the final two steps but before I got to introduce myself the door opened. There standing in the doorway were an attractive couple who I guessed to be in their thirties, obviously the couple I had been emailing, Richard and Belinda.

"Hi, I'm Richard, this is Belinda," said the man introducing his wife, "And you two should meet each other, Tammy, this is Ian and Ian this is Tammy." It was obvious this was her first time here as well.

"Please come in, both of you," said Richard, we both stepped inside, "For the weekend and our special dinner party you two are to be our butler and maid." I was quite surprised, I was expecting to be the only 'servant', and didn't realise there would be somebody there with me, but I felt quite relived that I wouldn't be alone in this rather unusual experience. 

"You will be expected to serve dinner to our guests, remain quiet and only speak if spoken to." explained Belinda, "You must stay close by at all times and accept any sexual contact that may be initiated or requested."

We were to basically do as we were told and don't ask any questions. I was nodding to all this as it was explained, there wasn't any real surprises this was all in the emails and agreement that they had sent me. Tammy seemed to accept all this the same, so I guess she must had received the same information by email.

The arrangement would be for 48 hours starting now and we would be paid cash on Sunday afternoon. This was of course all within the boundaries that had been agreed previously. 

During our email contact and questionnaires I had said I wouldn't participate in anal sex with another man, nor give oral to another man. I figured that I would try almost anything else, but I did want to set limits I was comfortable with. I don't consider myself gay, but certainly mildly bi-curious.

After we both agreed and handed our completed agreements Richard motioned us into their lounge room. I guess this was it. My weekend of selling myself was about to begin.

Richard led us into their lounge, Tammy and I walked in the room together, both looking around, amazed at the uninterrupted view over the ocean and the size of this beautifully furnished room. Belinda followed us in, closed the door and sat down on a large leather sofa. I wasn't sure what to do, whether to stand, sit or how to act; I looked to everybody else for guidance.

Richard sat down next to his wife "Please both of you stand still, put your hands by your sides." They looked very relaxed and comfortable, lazing back, whilst I felt decidedly uncomfortable. I started to wonder if this was a good idea after all and whether I should back out now. I tried to concentrate on my breathing and just slow everything down, my heart was racing and nothing had even happened. I look left towards Tammy and she looked as nervous as me, her arms hanging uncomfortably at her side.

Whilst standing there I took a moment to check out our employers. Belinda was actually very attractive, long dark hair, brown eyes; she had a gorgeous smile and a rather large cleavage showing from the top of her tight shirt. She was obviously a large breasted woman. The rest of her clothes hid her figure, but she looked to be a quite rounded, but definitely well proportioned. Richard had short dark hair, was slim and as far as men went quite attractive. He was dressed casually but still smart, they both actually were well dressed and obviously weren't short of money.

My thoughts were broken as Belinda spoke, "Both of you, remove your shoes and tops." I kicked my shoes off and looked to see Tammy stepping out of hers. She slowly pulled her shirt up exposing her tight stomach and small but firm breasts. I pulled my t-shirt over my head. Now if I wasn't nervous before, I certainly was now. My shirt dropped to the floor by my shoes and I stood again with my hands by my sides. I really hoped that Belinda and Richard liked what they saw; I was feeling very self-conscious of my body.

"OK Tammy," said Belinda "now I would like to see you remove Ian's pants." She stepped towards me, undid my belt and button and let my pants drop to the floor. I realised I might be nervous, but I was certainly turned on. My cock was rock hard and obviously showing through my tight boxers. 

Tammy knelt down, and pulled my pants off, over my feet, her head was only inches from my cock and her cheek brushed against it as she stood back up, I'm not sure if it was intentional or not, but it made me even hornier.

"Ian, your turn next," explained Richard "it is your turn to remove Tammy's jeans." I moved towards her and undid them. They were tight and not going to fall so, I knelt down in front of her, grasped hold and slowly eased them over her thighs. She wore a tiny black g string that only just covered her pussy and matched her black bra, which was similarly only just covering her firm tits and hard nipples. Now she was almost nude I could see her body was tight firm and well toned. My nervousness was starting to disappear and just the sight of this gorgeous girl in front of me was making me as hot as hell. I just wanted to bury my face into her pussy and eat her now. I didn't care that there were people in the room and we were being watched.

Belinda and Richard must have been watching my gaze and I'm sure Richard must have been having the same thoughts about Tammy standing provocatively dressed in front of him.

"OK Ian, stand up and come over to me," directed Belinda. I stood in front of her and she ran her hand up my legs and over my thighs. She traced her finger over my cock, still inside my shorts, it twitched involuntary and I closed my eyes, just enjoying the attention. Her hand moved around to my ass and she grabbed hold, digging her nails in, I let out a small yelp, but said nothing. She pulled me around, so I was facing away with my back to her. I felt her hand between my legs, stroking my thighs and fondling my balls.

Richard spoke, "Tammy I want to see you caress yourself, show us how you would entertain our guests." I watched as Tammy's hands moved towards her breasts and she held and squeezed them. Her eyes closed and she slowly rubbed around her bra and pinched her nipples. "Please take your bra off for us Tammy." She moved her hands behind her back and undid the clasp. Her eyes opened and she looked Richard in the eyes as she held the cups and slowly revealed her breasts and gorgeous nipples. They were probably some of the smallest, darkest yet hard nipples I has ever seen, just begging to be sucked. 

After just a few minutes of caressing her breasts and rubbing her nipples, she moved her hands down over her belly and towards her g-string and pussy. At first she just ran her fingers lightly over the outside of her underwear and then slipped one hand inside the material. It was very obvious she was rubbing her pussy and clit and didn't seem nervous or shy at all. I think she was just so turned on she didn't care.

Tammy wasn't the only one who was turned on, my cock was harder than ever and judging by the way Belinda was rubbing my balls and squeezing my cock, I guess she was enjoying the show too.

"We would like to see you naked please Tammy, remove your underwear for us now." On Richards command, Tammy removed her g string, she turned around and slid it down her thighs, as she bent over to push it down her legs, her perfectly formed pussy peeked out between her legs. She stood up and turned around to show clean shaved lips and just a small 'landing strip' above her clit.

That was the last I saw of her as Belinda turned me around, "Kneel down Ian." She lifted her skirt, spread her legs and pulled my head into her pussy. I took a deep breath and started to kiss her through her satin underwear. Her thighs tightened around my head, pulling me in closer. I licked up and down her pussy, she was already wet and her underwear was damp all over. Using my tongue I moved her knickers aside and had my first real taste of her pussy. She wasn't shaved, but all her pussy hair was trimmed short and tidy. As I coaxed at her pussy her lips opened and my tongue slowly slid in deeper, her aroma, filled my senses and I breathed in deeply again, really enjoying the sweetest smelling and tasting pussy ever.

Meanwhile Richard had called Tammy over to him and she stood astride him, with her legs and pussy spread wide apart. He ran his hands over her belly caressing her body and feeling her tight ass. His fingers traced down her body, over her thighs and back up to her belly again, all the time avoiding her pussy. She flinched as his fingers teased her body, sending shivers down her spine. Slowly he slid one finger down between her lips, spreading her wetness as it trickled out of her pussy. With his thumb he caressed and rubbed her clit and she pushed forward trying to get some more stimulation. Richard sped up, rubbing faster and harder, getting Tammy more and more excited. She rocked back and forth, closed her eyes and moved her own hands back up to her tits. She squeezed and pinched, harder and harder, within minutes she was on the verge of cumming and that was when he stopped.

The first I knew was when I felt Tammy kneel beside me. Belinda lifted her skirt up completely and spread her legs wider. Tammy's' face was squeezed next to mine and her tongue sliding up Belinda's thighs. I moved to the side slightly and gave Tammy access to Belinda's pussy. Obviously she didn't have the same bisexual inhibitions as me.

Things started to happen a lot faster now, I felt my shorts being pulled down around my knees, I lifted slightly to allow them to be pulled off down and off completely. I realised that the only person it could be was Richard, but I was so turned on, I didn't really care. Belinda started to moan more now and squirmed as two tongues delved into her pussy and bought her closer and closer to orgasm.

I could feel Tammy rocking back and forth next to me, pushing deeper into Belinda's pussy, Richard must have been taking her doggy style and she moved with every thrust. Richard's hands were now all over my ass; he was squeezing my cheek and would then slip his hand between my thighs and rub my cock and balls. It certainly changed my focus of attention and I clenched my cheeks together, it didn't matter how turned on I was, I still didn't want him taking me doggy style at any time.

Tammy stopped licking beside me, lifted her head and screamed out as she came, she collapsed forward with one big thrust from behind and fell onto Belinda. Judging from the noise behind Richard was also cumming and it sounded like a lot, he must have been filling Tammy up. Belinda's orgasm, followed very quickly afterward, her thighs tightened up around me head one more time and she shook violently has her orgasm shook through her body. A few seconds later, she relaxed, slumped back and pushed me away. Everybody has cum except me, I hoped my turn would be next, but that hope was quickly quashed as Richard spoke, "Ian, Tammy, collect your clothes, fold them neatly and leave them here. Follow me."

He stood up, did his trousers back up and walked out of the lounge. We just had enough time to leave our clothes in a pile beside the sofa and hurry out behind him. I guess we had passed our first test.

"This room is for your use," Richard showed me into a guest bedroom on the second floor, this was my first time to view more of the house and it was all tastefully decorated and absolutely huge. "Shower, shave your body hair and get dressed. You are to be clean, tidy and well presented for this evening, our guests will start arriving in 30 minutes." 

I looked around the room and saw, razor, shaving foam and a towel on the bed. Also beside this was a small pair of black bikini briefs, a wing collard shirt and a bow tie. I turned to ask Richard how much I was expected to shave, but he was already gone further down the hall, leading Tammy to another room.

I was still extremely turned on and needed to cum, but I thought I should get ready first and then use any spare time for my own pleasure.

I stepped into the en-suite shower and soaped up. It was really my first time to take stock of what had happened in the last hour and what I was going to go through in the next two days. Picking up the razor I started to shave around my balls and base of my cock, I had never done this before and it wasn't that easy. After a few runs, trying to get all the stray hairs I looked down and felt satisfied I had done a good job, checking my watch I realised it had taken a lot longer than I expected and I only had less than ten minutes to get ready. 

I jumped out from the shower, dried off and put on the clothes that had been laid out for me. My cock had gone soft by now, but it still showed obviously through the tight briefs that I was to wear. I pulled on the shirt; it fitted well and just covered the briefs as it hung down. The final touch was the bow tie, I looked in the mirror and felt a bit ridiculous, standing half dressed, with no pants, but it actually looked quite smart, at least I wasn't wearing socks and shoes.

"Two minutes and you are to be here waiting," it was Belinda's voice calling from downstairs. I did a final check and walked out of my room, pulled the door shut and went to meet the new guests.

I walked back into the lounge room to see Tammy already there, standing in a French maids outfit, black stockings, black lace bra that lifted her breasts and exposed her nipples over the top. The final touch was a small white lace apron that just covered her lacy french knickers.

"Our guests will be here any minute," explained Belinda "you are both to greet them at the front door, take their coats and show them into the lounge." 

Within seconds the door bell chimed and I took a huge deep breath as I got ready to open the door to greet our guests. This was it; I could still run away right now. I looked at Tammy and she looked as nervous as me, but nodded her head as I turned the handle, opened the door and welcomed the first couple inside.

"Please follow me," said Tammy to the couple, they handed me their jackets and were dressed quite normally, the man in a shirt and pants, his partner in a well fitting blue cocktail dress. It felt a bit humiliating to be standing there half dressed in front of this older couple, but mixed in with the humiliation was a definite feeling of sexual excitement.

Another 2 couples arrived bringing a total of 4 couples including Richard and Belinda; they were all in their early to mid 30's well dressed, good looking and looked very relaxed.

"Everybody I would like you to meet our butler and maid for this evening," introduced Richard "they are both here to make your evening enjoyable and provide impeccable service." He didn't use our names or tell us any of the guests names, but it seemed like they all knew each other anyway.

I walked around the room serving drinks and pouring wine; it felt strange being in a room in front of 8 people all fully dressed. There was no blatant sexual contact, but just as I would walk past somebody there would be the occasional hand brushing past my leg or ass or somebody touching my arm to grab my attention.

I was extremely aroused, the anticipation of not knowing what would happen but the desires in my mind of knowing what could happen.

Being this close to naked was doing strange things, I never really considered that I was an exhibitionist, but I guess I was. I wanted these people to see me naked to touch me, but nothing else was happening, it was frustrating, teasing, but mentally only.

The people acted normally, continuing on with their evening as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Was this normal for them? Did they do this often, was it their first time? We were being treated just like a normal waiter or waitress serving drinks but the fact of being semi naked changed the whole sensation.

I looked across to Tammy, she looked stunning in her stockings, French knickers, bra and heels. She walked around the room, serving food, occasionally as she bent over a hand would brush over her ass, giving it an appreciative touch or stroke. One of the men went a stage further and grabbed her ass cheek, giving it a playful squeeze. But it wasn't just the men; one of the ladies ran her hand over her underwear commenting on how cute they looked.

My cock strained against my underwear, I was so turned on, watching Tammy be touched, experiencing the briefest of touches myself, I was building in anticipation of how I would be touched first. Would one of these gorgeous women run their fingers over my cock?

It felt like hours had passed, but realistically it was probably only 20 minutes when Richard and Belinda called to their guests, "Friends it is time to move into the dining room as dinner will be served in a short while."

He spoke to us briefly to let us know to start to bring out the food which was already prepared and to commence dinner service. 

We walked back into the dining room carrying in entrees and everybody had settled into their seats and was chatting politely. Once the food was served, I walked from couple to couple topping up their wine glasses. 




Selling Myself as a Sex Servant



Before anybody started to eat Richard and Belinda asked for everybody's attention, "Thank you for coming this evening. We hope you all find the evening enjoyable and the service first class."

Richard beckoned for Tammy and me to come over to them, "Please remove your shirt," he said to me. I unbuttoned my shirt and removed it exposing my shaved chest. Belinda reached up and unclipped Tammy's bra. She slid it off her shoulders and arms to reveal her small pert breasts.

Richard addressed the people at the table, "Now friends please feel free to enjoy the exposed bodies of our two servants during this course, make sure they meet your expectations. If we can ask you all not to remove any more of their clothing at the moment, but we want to be sure you are all happy with the service we was providing."

As the first course progressed the touching became more blatant, a ladies hand grabbed between my thighs to get my attention, my cock was so hard, but I got even more turned on whilst pouring a drink for one couple and the lady started to stroke me through my underwear, I could feel myself twitching as she touched me, and thought I could explode right there.

That was the first of lots of contact for the evening, both the women and men would grab my ass now, reaching out and squeeze my hard cock, or run their fingers down its length, my nipples were squeezed and pinched, sending shockwaves through my body.

One of the ladies grabbed my balls, sharing a joke with her husband, laughing at my expense. It was as though I wasn't even there. I was just a play thing to keep them amused.

Anytime they wanted anything they would just call me, they didn't even use my name, I was just 'Boy'. One couple in particular kept calling me over, they didn't need any food or drinks, they just wanted my attention. I stood in front of the lady and she would run her hands over my thighs, balls and cock. Meanwhile her husband rubbed his hands over my ass. He spoke to his wife, "I'm going to really enjoy having this later."

My heart pounded and my head raced, my agreement with Richard and Belinda was that I wouldn't have sex with any of the men, but did they know this? It made me worried, I wanted to say something to this couple, put part of my role was that I wasn't allowed to talk to the guests, I could only answer a question if asked.

I didn't know what to do, I had made it pretty clear what my boundaries were and I needed to say something. My dilemma was put on hold when Richard called me over.

He asked Tammy and me to bring out my main course. We went to the kitchen and brought all the food from the oven out and set the main course in front of our guests and hosts.

Once again before they started on their main course, Richard called me over to stand next to him, "Well friends the next stage of the evening is about to begin." Richard pulled my underwear aside exposing my hairless cock and balls. My cock stood straight out and hard and then he started touching it, stroking it in front of all these people. I had never had a man touch my cock before but I was so turned on, I didn't care who touched it. "So for our main course please feel free to explore any part of our servants' bodies, you may touch anywhere and do anything, but we ask the only thing that can enter them are your fingers."

Tammy was stood beside Belinda who had pulled Tammy's underwear aside. Her shaved bald pussy was exposed for everybody to see. I could see her lips were moist and puffy, she was obviously turned on too.

Belinda slipped a figure between Tammy's lips. I couldn't believe it. There she was being fingered in front of all these people. Belinda pulled her finger out, put it too her own lips and sucked on Tammy's juices. Her eyes closed and her tongue circled her finger as she sighed a long slow sigh.

She put her fingers down back to Tamm's lips and slid two fingers inside her this time. Tammy stood their squirming as Belinda wiggled her fingers inside her. "Here you go my darling," she said as she pulled her fingers out and leant across to Richard, offering Tammy's juices for Richard to taste.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing and especially that everybody around was watching without any signs of shock, they just acted like this was normal behaviour. I knew tonight was going to be special.

We served drinks to these couples moving around the table as they ate and talked politely. I was conscious that my almost naked body was close to everybody's food, but they didn't seem to mind.

My underwear was still pulled to the side with my cock standing out straight and hard, I was touched by many of the couples, comments were made about how smooth I looked.

Although Tammy's underwear had been pulled to the side as well, she was mostly covered, "Belinda, Richard, can we see more of your maid please? Her underwear is covering too much," asked one of the couples.

"Of course," replied Belinda, she looked at me "Please remove her underwear, so we can appreciate her more." I knelt down in front of Tammy sliding her lace underwear down her legs, once more staring at her beautiful hairless pussy.

"Excuse me?" called one lady and I stood beside her as she ate. My cock was standing out just inches from her plate. She put her knife and fork down, finished chewing and then leant across to kiss the end of my hard cock.

As I stood there I felt hands on my ass, running over my skin, spreading my cheeks and a finger moving towards my hole. I flinched as I knew it had to be her husband and I didn't really want to feel a man touching me there, but I also knew it was part of my agreement and boundaries, I had said that fingers and tongues were all ok, but had I really thought this through? I was starting to get some second thoughts.

I looked across the table to see Tammy standing by another couple with the man's fingers rubbing between her pussy lips. She stood there accepting of this giving herself to these people.

The lady sitting next to where I stood, opened her lips and gently sucked on the end of my cock, I could feel her husband's finger rubbing against my hole and start to slowly invade my most private area. His finger was slowly working into me, moving around pushing up to his knuckle. 

Although I was shocked and worried about what was happening, it did feel good, to have a finger inside my ass and having my cock sucked at the same time.

I closed my eyes, just enjoying the sensations, but opened them quickly when I heard a moan coming from across the table. I look to see Tammy in a similar situation, with fingers in both her holes now, moving rhythmically inside of her. She was groaning and getting closer to orgasm. Everybody around the table was watching as she moaned louder and louder, she must have been so close to coming, but then suddenly the fingers were removed and she was left untouched to continue serving food and drinks.

Dinner was almost finished and we started to clear the table. Richard announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, before desert everybody should rest and if anybody would like to be pleasured, our wonderful servants here will be more than willing to help. Their fingers, mouths and tongues are available for your enjoyment."

Belinda pulled down my underwear, I was now totally naked. Was I prepared to take this evening to the next level? I think I was. One of the couples that had been quiet most of the evening called me over. "I want to feel your tongue inside of me," she said. I knelt down under the table between her legs as she lifted her dress allowing me access between her thighs. I leant forward moving my head closer in, she wasn't wearing any underwear and I put my tongue out and touched the folds of her pussy. I licked and kissed her gently. Although her taste was different and not as sweet as Belinda, it was one part of sex that I truly loved; to orally please a woman. Knowing that tonight it was likely to happen many many times, was driving me crazy.

As I licked and kissed this beautiful pussy, I felt hands on my ass again. I didn't know whose they were; I was trying to remember who had been sitting opposite this lady. I was sure it was the couple that had been fondling my ass earlier on. I felt a finger slipping into my bum again for the second time of the evening. I didn't know if it was the man or the lady but it felt different to earlier, gentler. I figured it must have been the wife, but I really didn't care. I loved the feel of somebody invading me, having my body being used, somebody touching my most private spots, especially when there was nothing I could do about it.

The woman I was licking came quickly; it was much quicker than almost anybody I had ever known. Her thighs clamped tight on my head as the wave swept her body, and then she pushed me away soon after coming.

"Is it my turn next?" I heard a male voice from the table above. "I would like to feel his hands on me." I knew what was being asked and I had said and agreed that hands were ok, but oh god, I didn't know if I could do this. Somebody pulled me towards them and guided my hands towards their hard penis under the table. I knew what he wanted and know what feels good for me, but could I really touch another man?

I gave myself the answer when my hands circled his shaft and balls, with one hand I stroked him and the other fondled. I really wanted to get this over and done with and touched him in every way I thought that I could to make him cum quickly. I felt his penis pulse then felt his cum erupt and dribble over my hands.

Almost immediately another pair of hands grabbed my head and pulled me in between their legs. The woman lifted her skirt pulled her knickers to the side and I started licking her pussy.

The finger was still in my ass, moving around and gently in and out. Another hand moved down between my legs and held my balls; I was getting more and more turned on.

Was this how it was going to be? Was I going to have to service every woman at the table before desert? I didn't know and I really didn't care.

I felt Tammy's body next to mine, she was under the table as well, obviously servicing somebody and keeping them happy. I wondered if her mouth was sucking on a mans hard cock or if her tongue and slipped inside another woman's pussy.

I could hear other noises in the room, but the sounds were muffled with my head between this woman's legs and under the table, but then I realised it was the sound of some of the couples making love. It was to be expected, there were 8 of them and only 2 of us, it was not surprising they were keeping each other busy.

With my tongue inside this lady I was trying to make her cum, but nothing I did seemed to work, I ran my fingers over her lips, around her thighs and teased around her, trying everything I knew, but I couldn't make her cum. After a few minutes she pushed me away.

More hands grabbed me, turning me around to face the opposite side of the table. Another woman with her skirt raised and legs opened gentle held my head and guided me between her legs. I think it was Belinda and my tongue snaked up her thighs towards her soft wet pussy.

The closer I got, I realised that this was different, she was too wet, her thighs were glistening, her lips splayed and as my mouth got closer to her pussy, I could smell another man's cum. I tried to pull away, I didn't want to do this, but there was nothing I could do, she held my head tightly and pulled me closer as she ground and pushed her pussy down onto my tongue and mouth.

I felt the warm salty liquid being squeezed from her pussy, spreading around my face and finally sliding into my mouth. I tried to move back, but couldn't and resigned myself to licking it down and swallowing. I knew then, that for the first time I had just taken another mans cum down my throat. It wasn't actually as bad as expected, so I just tried to carry on and get over it, I kept licking trying to make this woman happy.

In my boundaries, I said I wouldn't have sex or oral sex with another man, but I didn't consider this scenario. I felt cheated, but on the same hand, in the back of my mind, I know I had enjoyed being used and taken advantage of. Being used was what I wanted. That is why I had sold myself in the first place. Secretly I hoped that I could be taken advantage of further during the night with more surprises and could be pushed and taken beyond my boundaries.

As I continued to lick her I got used to the smell, the flavours, the taste and I realised I was very hard, very turned on. As Belinda came she started humping my face, move up and down, spreading juices all over my face, her juices, and the juice of the man that had cum inside her. My whole face was sticky and slippery with a mixture of male and female cum.

When I was finished, a chair was moved aside to let me out from under the table. I stood up and looked around the room. Everybody was still dressed and looking normal, maybe just slightly dishevelled.

I looked for Tammy, but couldn't see her, but then I heard a man groaning followed shortly after by Tammy emerging from under the table. She looked like she had been used by all the men, her hair was a matted mess, with coming down the side of her face, sticky smears over her lips and cum glistening on her breasts. I actually felt jealous of her, it was obvious she had pleasured many of the people, she had been totally used and that was what I wanted. I wanted to give my whole body to these people.

Richard called me over and whispered into my ear, "Some of the men here have asked how much would you want to give them oral sex?"

My mind was torn, I couldn't give oral sex to a man, that really was beyond my boundaries, but on the other hand, I knew I wanted to push them as far as I could and this might be the one and only chance I have in my life of pushing all my boundaries and loosing control, loosing my inhibitions for one night without any consequences. Surely just one night would be ok; it wouldn't mean anything would it? I always said I wanted to try everything at least once in my life, but I didn't want to seem cheap. I didn't want them to think they could take advantage of me.

I shifted uncomfortably, I didn't know what to say. In the back of my mind I had already decided tonight I would try it, but how would I set a price. How much could I sell myself for? Thankfully Richard made my decision easier. "If we gave you a 50% bonus at the end of the weekend would you perform oral sex on any of our guests whenever they asked?" The figures rushed through my mind, that would clear all my debts and I wouldn't have to work any part time jobs for the rest of the year. Just for one night...

I know that I would have done it for nothing, I wanted to experience everything and felt safe, but the money obviously made my decision easier. I nodded acceptance quietly without a word. I looked up from Richard looking around the room and realised all eyes were on me. Everybody in the room knew what I had just silently accepted.

Richard stood up and called Tammy over, "If he is going to learn how to suck a cock, then he should learn from somebody that knows. Will you demonstrate and teach him please?" Tammy knelt down, pulled down his zipper and pulled his cock out from his trousers. I had seen it earlier in the room, but not from this close.

He ordered me to kneel down next to Tammy. She pulled his cock down towards her lips and licked along his entire length. Gently sucking the end into her mouth, she licked once more and then pushed his cock toward me. She put the head of it against my lips. I opened my mouth slightly and my tongue touched the end of his cock gently licking, this was the closest I had ever been to another man. I closed my eyes and just tried to concentrate on what I was doing. Tammy was still holding his cock and rubbing it across my lips and I licked the end. She was gently squeezing it stroking him and massaging his balls at the same time. She pulled his cock away from me back to her lips and opened her mouth as she took him inside sliding her lips down his shaft until he was almost all inside her mouth.

Her head bobbed up and down on him and then she pulled back and pushed him back towards me. She whispered in my ear, "Go on, try it." I opened my mouth and she slowly fed his cock into my mouth and down my throat It had only gone in a short way, when I started to gag, it wasn't easy at all, but Tammy continued to whisper into my ear, telling me what to do, giving me encouragement, telling me to relax my throat. Inch by inch his cock slid further down my throat. I sucked and bobbed my head up and down as best I could, copying Tammy's performance. Richard signed and groaned as we both knelt in front of him, passing his cock back and forth taking it in turns to suck him. Tammy continued to massage his balls and squeeze his ass, stroking him, touching him

Tammy showed me different methods, where to lick, how to suck. It was mainly things I knew, things I had enjoyed myself, but putting them into action on another man was a different scenario. As she sucked on the end of his cock, I licked his shaft. I could see him throbbing and I knew what was going to happen next, any minute now Richard was going to cum, and I was pretty sure, I would be expected to swallow it.

I could feel his cock harden more and starting to pulse. Tammy withdrew her mouth and pushed his cock back between my lips I held onto his cock and quickly slid my hand up and down his shaft, pulling him into my mouth. Tammy continued to massage his balls and grabbed his ass, pulling him even further into my mouth.

I had already tasted another mans cum in the evening, so I knew what to expect. What I didn't realise was just how much. His first shot hit the back of my throat and slid straight down. The second filled my mouth, filled my cheeks and started to dribble out of my mouth. I couldn't take his cum and his cock in my mouth all at once, I thought I was going to choke and pulled back letting his cock slip from between my lips. As I did this his final shot of cum erupted from the end of his cock and sprayed over my face. I could feel the warm cum hitting around my eyes and cheeks.

I couldn't believe I had just done that, I had sucked a mans cock and let him cum into my mouth. But I had the realisation that I now must have looked like Tammy had earlier when she emerged from under the table. I had now reached that stage that I had seen her in before, the stage I was jealous of, of being totally and utterly used.

Tammy leant forward and licked Richards cum from my face. She then kissed me and slipped her tongue into my mouth, she was tasting Richards cum and passing it back and forth across our tongues and into her mouth. I never thought I would ever been involved in anything like this. It was beyond my wildest dreams, fantasies and imagination, but it was happening right now.

Richard sat down exhausted, "That was probably the best orgasm I have had in a long time, I hadn't cum that hard for ages," he continued "It is now time for desert." and everybody turned their attention back toward the table and started chatting amongst themselves as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

Yet here we were, Tammy and me, naked, walking around, covered in cum and a warm stickiness serving food and drinks to everybody.

"If anybody else would like more pleasure I do believe our servants are more than willing to continue," offered Richard. There was one couple left who I didn't think I had serviced yet she was blonde and absolutely gorgeous and I had been aching to taste her all evening. She called me over and I crawled back under the table between her legs.

I was trying to work out how many people I had made cum so far this evening, I wondered about Tammy as well. I guessed between us, we must have serviced everybody at least once and this must have been the last couple. These thoughts were going through my head as my tongue worked its way into and over her body. My fingers stroked her skin, stroked her pussy lips, traced patterns over her inner thighs. Tammy was next to me, between the legs of the man, she was sucking his cock. I used my lips, tongue fingers on this beautiful blonde lady and could feel her getting closer to cuming. Her hands held my head tighter squeezing me and I knew, just a few more licks and I would feel her cuming on my tongue. But then she stopped. She pushed me away. This wasn't fair, I wanted this blond lady, she was gorgeous and I wanted to feel as she came with my tongue inside of her.




Selling Myself as a Sex Servant



She lifted the table cloth, "It is time to change, I want to feel her tongue inside of me and you should look after my husband." I traded places with Tammy and moved between the mans legs. I looked nervously, moved slowly and could see his cock pointing up hard and wet, his balls hanging below. Leaning forward I took hold of his cock and pulled it towards my mouth. Opening my lips I slid my head down as far as I could onto him. My inhibitions were gone; I had become their sex slave this evening. It didn't take much sucking, before I could feel him start to pulsate. He thrusted forward into my mouth just a few more times and came hard.

Tammy was still licking the blond lady beside me, I thought she would have cum by now, but guessed that Tammy may have been teasing her. Tammy touched me and guided me between the woman's legs. Between us we both licked her together, the blond lady now had two mouths and tongues and 4 hands touching her, teasing her. Tammy turned her head to kiss me. Her tongue slipped between my lips searching for the man's cum and then turned to continue her oral pleasuring of the woman. I continued to lick as well and Tammy whispered into my ear, "I'm so pleased to have you here with me this evening. I was really nervous before tonight and scared of what might happen." I knew I felt the same but she continued, "Having you here has made me more relaxed and feel safe I'm glad you are with me to share this evening with." 

We continued to work together licking the blond woman, there we were both of us under the table naked on our hands our knees, there to be used and at this time there to make this blond woman cum.

When she had she pulled back and closed her legs. We were called out and crawled from underneath the table and stood up beside each other. Richard addressed their guests, "I hope everybody had enjoyed their dinner and the entertainment so far. Is everybody satisfied?" Everybody just smiled and nodded thanking Richard for his excellent hospitality and his excellent service. Both Tammy and I stood there glistening from cum, stickiness spread over our skin and our hair matted and in knots. Cum was dripping from my cheek and drying over my chest.

Although we were standing there and we had pleasured everybody in the room, making them all cum, nobody was talking to us or even acknowledging that we were there. They just talked to Richard and Belinda. It was if we didn't exist, but then again as a person we didn't we were just sex objects for the weekend. We had sold ourselves to Richard and Belinda to be their toys and do with as they wished.

"Well we are both pleased that you have all enjoyed your meal and the entertainment, we should all know retire to the living room where the main entertainment for the evening could begin."

We were told to clear the table as quick as we could and then when finished come into the lounge to serve drinks.

As we were clearing the table Tammy came up to me and kissed me, "You know Ian this evening so far has really turned me on and I do find you attractive, if we have a chance I want to have sex with you, I want you to make me cum." We kissed more and naked bodies pressing against each other. I wanted to be inside her, making love to her, to make her cum. Just the feel of her body next to mine was blowing my mind. Even though we were sticky and covered in the cum of 8 other people, after what we had just been through I had strong feelings for this girl.

She grabbed my cock and slowly started to stroke me, she pulled me towards her sliding my hard cock between her thighs I bent my knees and thrusted upwards so that I was inside of her. Frantically we started pushing against each other, she reach round and grabbed my ass, pulling harder into her. We found a rhythm and started thrusting harder, but then heard a noise outside the door and Richard called out to us asking where we were.

We stopped quickly kissed a long hard kiss and then moved into the lounge room, serving drinks and continuing to wander around as people reached out to touch us however they wanted.

Belinda stood to address everybody, "The main entertainment of the evening is about to begin, our servants here will be the feature and at your command. You will find there are very few boundaries, which I think you all are already aware of." The people in the room nodded to each other, "But before we commence we do have a special surprise, we have a small show organised with our two special guests taking the lead role."

We knew we were the entertainment, but we had no idea what was about to happen and to what extremes we would be taken.

Belinda opened up a cupboard in the corner of the room which was full of enough sex toys to fill a shop.

Pulling out a pair of handcuffs she handed them to Tammy, "If you could please handcuff his hands together in front of him." she said motioning towards me, next Belinda guided me to the centre of the room and attached my hands to a chain that was hanging from the ceiling. I stood with my hands stretched out way above my head; Richard adjusted the length of the chain so that I was stretched to my absolute limit. I couldn't move forward or back without putting all my weight on my arms.

As I stood there totally naked aroused in front of a room full of people I watched as they handcuffed Tammy and chained her to the ceiling next to me.

"So this evening we are going to play with some of our sex toys, the ones from the cupboard and these ones hanging here," she added laughing. Belinda called out to the first couple and allowed them the choice of toys from the cupboard. The man picked out a chain with nipple clamps attached. Belinda walked to Tammy and gently attached one of the clamps to Tammy's nipple she stretched the chain across and the other end attached to my nipple. The chain was taught between us, so any movement from either one of us caused the clamp to pull against the others nipple and cause a sharp pain to the other person. Just as some form of sadistic pleasure the girl came up to us to check the idea and pulled the chain out tight and then from side to side. Our nipples were tugged and pulled every way causing both Tammy and me to cry out begging her to stop.

The second couple were offered their choice from the cupboard. They pulled out two scarfs. The woman came behind me and used one to blindfold my eyes. The man went behind Tammy and pushed some into her mouth and then used the loose ends to tie the gag tight to her mouth.

I could hear the third couple now moving around the lounge room but couldn't see their selection. I could hear footsteps behind us, but didn't know what was about to happen, then suddenly I heard the swish through the air of a whip and braced myself for what was about to come next. I pulled my ass muscles tight and tensed, but it wasn't my ass that was hurt. I heard Tammy moan and then felt my nipples pulled tight as she must have fallen forward away from the pain. All she could do was let out a muffled cry but the sudden pain in my nipples caused me to cry out louder.

"Keep quiet," was whispered into my ear and then I sensed somebody standing in front of me. Material was being forced into my mouth, I realised quickly it was somebody's knickers, the texture in my mouth was lacy and I could taste a females juices on the material.

The scarf over my eyes was removed and used to tie up my mouth, at least now I could see, but maybe that wasn't such a good thing. The female of the couple was standing in front of me holding a small whip with lots of leather straps; she was running it down my chest and then walked behind me. I heard the swoosh again and then felt the sting as it struck my ass. I jolted forward and then felt the pain again in my nipple. Tammy groaned again against her gag. They weren't whipping hard enough to draw blood or cause a lot of pain, but it was just hard enough to sting, almost like a smack and of course you involuntarily had to pull away causing more pain from the tight nipple clamps.

The whipping continued in turns, Tammy and then me and back again. I got used to the stinging in the end and tried not to move away, but each time Tammy was hit she'd move and a burning sensation shot through my nipples.

After they had had their fun Belinda stood in front of me with a vibrator and rubbed it over my face and against my gagged mouth. Then she slid it between Tammy's legs and then without any care straight inside her pussy lips and deep inside her. Belinda started long slow strokes using the full length of the vibrator. Tammy started moving back and forth, her movements continuing to pull on our nipples. She pushed hard against the vibrator, moaning against her the scarf in her mouth, her moaning increased and her eyes closed as she approached orgasm. Then Belinda stopped, teasing Tammy further. She pulled the vibrator out from her pussy and rubber it over my face smearing Tammy's juices over my skin. She pulled the knickers from my mouth and replaced it with the vibrator making me suck it in. 

"Would you like to cum?" Richard asked Tammy, she nodded her head vigorously, unable to speak. She had been pleasuring everybody all night and hadn't cum once, but then I was the same.

Belinda put the vibrator back between Tammy's lips turning it on full speed teasing her pussy and clit even more. "Are you sure you want to cum?" she asked. Tammy moaned and groaned furiously nodding like mad. "Will you do anything?" She nodded again.

They pulled the vibrator from between her legs and let her watch as Richard untied me and laid me face down on the ground. My hands were handcuffed in front of me so I couldn't move again. 

Belinda pulled a double headed dildo from the cupboard and slowly pushed the head of one end into my ass it was just the head and first inch but I cried out in pain feeling stretched and not use to this invasion. I'd had fingers inside my ass during the evening and enjoyed the feeling but nothing this big. One of the women held it in place whilst Belinda untied Tammy and guided her behind me. Her hands were re cuffed behind her back and she was lowered down kneeling over my legs.

They lowered her down and the woman holding the dildo placed it at the entrance to her wet and swollen pussy. She pushed onto it, the dildo sliding deep inside her wetness, but at the same time it was pushed that bit further into me. I knew she didn't want to hurt me, but I also knew she was so desperate to cum she couldn't stop herself.

She would push against the dildo and move her body in circles trying to hit the right spots. Belinda teased her clit with the vibrator bringing her closer to orgasm. With every movement she made the end of the dildo inside my body would shift and twist and move in and out. She was trying all she could to make herself cum, but at the same time fucking me and even with the discomfort of this dildo in my ass I was extremely hard and turned on.

After what seemed like hours, but was probably only a couple of minutes Tammy's orgasm drew close and with a last few quick and hard thrusts she came. Her body weakened and she collapsed in exhaustion, but with her hands cuffed behind her back, she couldn't support herself and fell exhausted onto my back pushing the dildo further into my backside, burying deep inside of me.

Two of the men lifted Tammy up and off of me; one of the women pulled the dildo out of my ass as Belinda said, "It is your turn to cum now." My hands were still handcuffed in front of me above my head, but the girls rolled me over onto my back with my cock stick straight up in the air. Tammy was lifted again and sat down impaled on my cock. I pushed up against her body and she rode me hard, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone, trying to still get off as she fucked me. It didn't take long for me to cum deep inside her, and with one big grown I came hard.

My eyes closed and I lay back exhausted too. After hours of sexual activity and pent up frustration this release was the end of me. All I wanted to do now was curl up in a ball and relax, but they weren't going to let that happen. 

Tammy was lifted off me and made to kneel above my face.

I could see her pussy just a few inches above my face and I knew what was going to happen, My cum started leaking out from her red and swollen lips and a big drop dripped in slow motion onto my face. I could see her muscles contract again and the cum start to drip from her lips. The guys holding her lowered her down and she sat on my mouth, my cum smeared over me, I had to open my mouth to breath and as I did cum slid into my mouth. She continued to rub her pussy against my face and I licked her clit, with just a few licks she came again convulsing against my face. When she finished Tammy was lifted off me and laid down on the cushion on the floor beside of me.

I felt her laying next to me, I wanted to cuddle her, hold her, but we were still handcuffed. I couldn't believe what we had been though in the last 6 hours, but realised, that was nothing, we still had a day and a half to go...



Selling Myself For You



You know I love you and you know I'll do anything you ask, no matter how humiliating. Your continued desire for my submission flames my own desire for you so much that I willingly submit to your kinky scenes. I yearn to see your face as you use me and let others have the privilege. I will be your loving wife, your lover, your slut, your whore and yes, your willing sex toy.

Saturday, when you suggested we go to an upscale dance club, it thrilled me. I looked forward to being with you, sharing a romantic evening and making love later. Saturday afternoon I showered and prepared myself for a wonderful evening with my loving husband. I shaved carefully and painted my toes and fingernails a bright red. I pulled my red hair back in a chignon, allowing several strands to dangle at my neck. 

I selected my sexiest lingerie, including a black sheer demi bra, a matching g-string and stay-up stockingse of my leg. Of course I wore my sexiest black heels. The black lingerie contrasted sexily with my red hair and pale skin. My short, flippy black skirt reached to several inches above my knees, and was slit a few inches on each side. My white silk blouse was unbuttoned to the top of my cleavage. A black choker hugged my neck. After applying your favorite perfume and a liberal coat of red lipstick I was ready for you. A classy, hot, sexy wife to accompany you to the club.

I reveled in your gaze as I descended the staircase to the living room where you awaited. You told me how wonderful I looked and how proud you are to have such a hot wife. We kissed and were careful not to smear my lipstick. You reached to me and fondled me through my clothes, getting hotter by the minute. We were a little early for the club so we had a glass of wine. And then another. You continued to caress my body, once slipping your hand under my skirt to feel my pussy.

Then you surprised me by leaving the room and returning with our old Polaroid camera, the one we used years ago to take sexy pictures. You even had an extra box of film. You asked me to model for you and I did, striking a sultry pose. We both enjoyed the results. Soon the pictures became more daring, at first with my top unbuttoned and then completely off. I removed my skirt slowly and you snapped a few more photos. I felt so wicked in my bra, stockings, g-string and heels, standing before you while you were fully dressed.

Before long I was naked except for the heels. You told me to turn around and bend over slightly and I was a little more than shocked when you slapped my asscheek hard with your open hand. The red outline of your hand was very clear on my pale asscheek. You snapped a photo from behind with the handprint prominent and me staring back at you. Then you told me to kneel before you and surround your cock with my breasts as you sat in a chair. It turned out to be a hot picture. I licked the head of your cock, licked and swallowed your shaft as I gazed at you while you snapped more photos. Finally, I could feel your cock harden and you spurted in my mouth. As I continued to meet your gaze, I slowly pulled your hard cock from my mouth and rubbed it slowly over my lips and cheeks as your cum sprayed my face. Several strands of your hot seed covered my lipstick-smeared lips, nose and cheeks. I then smiled at you, posing with your cock nestled against my face, your sperm dripping. You recorded it all in photos.

After I cleaned myself up and reapplying my makeup, I returned to the living room, finished my wine and we left for the club. Once there I realized I was dressed a little more tartily than most. The men mostly wore suits, and some sported tuxes. The women were in cocktail dresses and stylish fashions. My skirt was a bit too short, the side slits several inches too high and my blouse a bit too see-through. I felt too much like a cheap slut to be comfortable.

We found a table near the dance floor and ordered some wine which I downed too quickly in my nervousness. You ordered another and I had drank half of it before you reached in your coat pocket and pulled out the Polaroid photos we had taken earlier. I was a little uneasy, afraid someone would see the pictures but you told me not too worry since many people would be seeing them anyway. You told me I was to approach the men at the club and attempt to sell the photos to them. I was appalled at the thought of it, but excited, too. My cheeks reddened at the thought of complete strangers seeing me as I was with you earlier.

You told me to use my salesmanship and reached over to unbutton two buttons on my blouse, providing a clear side view to my breasts and my nipples that stood out above the cups of my demi bra. I walked to the bar where you could see me and approached three men, showing them a few pictures and asking them to buy them. It was embarrassing to stand there fully clothed and watch these men comment on the photos in which I slowly stripped out of the very clothes I was wearing now. As I made my way around the bar, I pulled a few more pictures out, including the one with your red handprint on my ass. That elicited several catcalls and rude comments from the men and I was able to sell the "spanked" photo for $15.

Now all I had left were the photos where I sucked you off and I tried to be demure in my approach to the men at the back end of the bar, but it's a little difficult when you're peddling photos of yourself with a cock in your mouth. All thoughts of being prim and proper were gone. It was humiliating and I felt like the slutty whore you always want me to be. I was perched high on a barstool and my legs splayed open as I negotiated prices for the pictures. You watched it all as a couple of the men felt my breasts and another had his hand up my skirt, reaching the soft fleshy skin of my thighs above my stocking tops. My silk covered pussy was completely visible to those near the bar. Even though I had to endure a rash of dirty comments, not to mention the persistent feels from the men, I was able to sell the remaining pictures, earning $50 for the last photo of me caressing your stiff cock against my cum-smeared face.

I returned to you at our table and sitting with you was a distinguished looking middle-aged man wearing an expensive suit. He had witnessed me selling the nasty photos of myself and saw me on the barstool with my legs spread open. He told you he enjoyed the view. While he wasn't interested in the pictures, he asked you if more than pictures were for sale that evening. You told him that buying a blowjob from me was perfectly acceptable, as long as it was in public view where you and others could watch.

Since it was mostly men at the bar, it was decided, with the bartender's permission, to put on the little show behind the bar. You took a seat at the back end of the bar while our new friend led me inside the bar area. He sat me down on a couple of wine cases and stood before me. I saw you watching with that little grin on your face that you always have when you see me being used. I know it turns you on to see your wife being ravished and degraded by strangers.

I reached up and pulled this strange man's cock from his pants and he was already hard. His cock pointed straight at me. I grabbed him and pulled the head of his cock to my lips and licked it until it glistened. Several of the men at the bar urged me on, yelling out to start sucking. So I did. I buried his cock in my mouth, bobbing my head back and forth as I sucked and licked his dick. At some point the bartender turned on a flashlight, shining it on my face. I looked over at you while while you watched your wanton wife with a stranger's hard cock fucking her mouth. I sucked even harder and then gazed intently at the stranger as he fucked my face and buried his cock in my mouth. 

There were a lot of lewd comments from the bar patrons as I continued to work on the cock in my mouth, sucking and licking and rubbing it on my face. I locked my eyes on the stranger's face and I could see he was ready to cum in my mouth. I grabbed his balls and that did it. He spewed cum into my mouth and, as I swallowed the first part of his load, I pulled his cock out and let him spray my face. Thick streams of sperm sprayed my face and hair, running down my forehead and cheeks, and even alongside my nose. One thick stream slipped down my chin, my neck and between my tits. My lipstick again was smeared around my mouth. I was well used and I felt like a total slut, humiliated in front of my husband and wet all over, both from the slippery sperm on my face, and the creaminess between my legs. Yes, I was humiliated, but also very turned on.

You retrieved my from behind the bar and although you made a half-hearted attempt to clean my face with a bar napkin, but much of the sperm still was evident, particularly the many droplets and the long string that was in my hair. My cleavage also was a gooey mess. The men at the bar applauded as we began to leave the bar area. As a final surprise, you reached beneath my skirt, pulled down my soaked black g-string and took it off after working it around my feet. You wadded it up and tucked it into the bartender's shirt pocket.

As we walked through the crowd of people on the way out of the club, you told me how proud you were of me, how sexy I looked while sucked the stranger's cock, and how hot I looked with cum still showing on my hair and face. I reveled in your compliments and told you I would be your slut wife anytime you desire. 

Your wet and wanton wife,

Monique



Selling Myself Jeff's Complaint



I suggest you read KatieBreckenridge's account of her life as an escort to bring you up on my outcome of her tale.

As always I appreciate the talent of other authors in telling their stories. I'm unsure Katie knew how it would feel to be cheated, spurned, and disrespected. Maybe after Jeff gets through letting her know how it felt, she'll have a different view on the subject.

Don't you just wonder how sometimes it can really be the best time of your life to be fucked, and yet other times it can suck big time. Well right at that moment my life was fucked, and I didn't like it one bit.

Sometimes things just don't quite go the way you plan. Take my business for instance. I'm good at what I do, but for reasons only privy to the gods of fate, I have had a struggle of late to make any difference in life; things just haven't gone my way. We hadn't got to the point of having the wolves at the door; it just seemed with the state of the economy as it is, that business was lagging.

Things were tight across the board, but we were doing ok considering. Hell! We were still able to keep the girls in college, so things can't have been that bad, right? I know it has affected my own attitude as well as that of my wife Katie. This last week only reinforced my belief, that I really had lost control over my life. Well maybe that's not strictly true, I know I can influence minor things in my life, but the thing that really mattered seem to be out of my control.

Back then, I got hit with a double whammy! I just had some test results back from the doctors and they were sitting in front of me on my coffee table.

Cancer? ... Leukemia? You might think, and I somehow wished it was. How about Degenerative Cardio Myopathy? Yeah! That's probably closer to the truth; you see my heart is turning to shit, giving up the ghost. Not fast enough for my liking though. I sat there in my comfortable rocker recliner and I felt just so sick I could hardly breathe.

Why was I so sick? Well I had just been diagnosed with a festering soup of minor STD's, nothing that couldn't be cured by a course of virulent antibiotics mind you, but the ramifications were repulsive just the same.

Now if you have read my wife's account of her extracurricular activities then you probably know what I rambling on about. I have just found out that my wonderful loving and adorable wife is a whore and has been for, from what I can determine, for almost three years now.

This thought is another that has added to my queasy feeling, how on earth can a man live three year with a whore and not know it? Did I have my head that far up my own ass that I couldn't see daylight? The only answer I can come up with that has any means of filling that question is "Yes and Trust!"

I trusted the bitch and she stabbed me in the back, apparently over seventy times by her account. That's apart from the eleven or so regulars that visit her warehouse of whoredom. It makes me feel more like a colander than a beloved husband. How can someone love you and do that to you for three fucking years? If you ask her she'll tell you she does; love me that is; she'll try sugar coating it and calling herself an escort, or a companionship provider. What-a-load-of-fucking-shit!

To bastardize a phrase by Shakespeare 'My apologies kind Sir' "What's in a name? That which we call a rose. By any other name would 'and this is where I use a little poetic licence' is-still-a-fucking-rose." The fucking trollop can use any sugarcoated words she wants to describe her chosen occupation, Escort, Provider of Comfort, Call Girl, or Lady of the Night, what-fucking-ever.

The facts speak for themselves; she fucks for money, she spreads her fucking legs and lets any Tom, Dick and or fucking Harry, and who know maybe even their dogs, as long as they come up with the cash; she lets them stick their cocks in her while getting her jollies and counting her fortune.

Now as you can well imagine, every job has its occupation hazards; STD's are the standard for this industry. The government registered and approved sex workers are regulated for just these health reasons and I dare say, so the establishment can dip their money grubbing fingers into the honey pot as well, from what I can gather. There are many mavericks out there that fly by the seat of their knickers 'If they actually wear them that is?' under the radar, and from what I can work out, Kat is one of them. Once I found out about my health issues, I went looking for any clues to my loving wife's extra job status. Bingo! One very detailed journal with names, dates, financial remunerations and even client preferences and client equipment specifications, all set out in alphabetical order. Right down to a star rating for their performances. Holly Fucking Crap!

I'll let the reader surmise what I'm referring too. I also found the story she posted on the web, detailing her start to this nefarious lifestyle. I have to admit she is a meticulously conscientious little fucker, and that my dear readers will be her undoing. I can abso-fucking-lutely guarantee it.

As bad as all this is, there is one thing that tears me to shreds, and that is, how in the name of Christ, do I tell our daughters what their mother has done to our family? In fact that is now the only true heartache I have.

It was a month after my world crumbled that I was able to get all my ducks lined up, I certainly wasn't idle; no siry bob I wasn't! I was a man on a mission; I had hate and vengeance for inspiration. People don't realise just how close love and hate reside in one's persona; it's quite frightening when it hits you between the eyes. Between my normal out of town business, private investigators, solicitors, law enforcement, and even the tax department, I had managed to keep from getting between my whore wife's legs in any fashion at all.

How did I manage that I hear you ask?

It's called a mild case of Cardio Myopathy! That's right! I fooled that cheating whore cunt of mine; who by the way insisted on being allowed to sleep in the very same bed as me 'The cheek of the woman!' into thinking I had a heart problem, and that the tablets that the doctors had me on seem to bring on a bad case of sexual dysfunction.

That's right folks; the periscope had hydraulic failure. I almost felt sorry for the poor dear; such is life! 'Sarcasm if you missed it.' I have to admit that I had to do some serious web browsing for symptoms and drugs.

Starting from the limp dick syndrome and working back until I had a plausible condition that held water. Remember that the whore was also a health professional by day, so I had to really do some serious homework so that she wouldn't get suspicious.

I have to admit she did try her hardest though, but all I had to do was imagine her with her legs spread and some greasy fat fuck, with sweat rolling off his ruddy face, ploughing into her, and that did it for me. Good night Irene!

After a couple of ineffective efforts on her part, to raise my morale and more important to her it seem; my dick. I persuaded her to leave it be until I was finished my medication. I don't know why she was so distressed at my condition, I mean to say that she wasn't exactly lacking in any sexual way at all. I'm surprised that she had any interest in being with me at all.

However, I'm not completely heartless. I did buy her a dildo, although the look on her face seem to indicate that she was seriously thinking of shoving it somewhere not to my liking, but I managed to placate the festering cum dump and she saw reason, much to my relief.

Something really did make me wonder a bit though. Working in a hospital, you would think the stupid bitch would have kept on top of her health issues. I don't know I have no idea; maybe all that skull fucking has rattled her brain, and numbed what few grey cells she has? It ticked me off a bit to think that I was reduced to lying to the cunt, just so I could stay out of her diseased twat, but lie I did, and I'll make no apologies for it either.

So, how'd it all pan out? Something like this!

I had just got back from my latest trip a day previous, not that the whore knew any of that, she thought I still had a day or two before I returned. I had to be back because the mother of all shit storms was brewing. I was the conductor and it was today that it was going to start to rain shit on the slut's parade.

"Jeff! What are you doing home so early; didn't you say that you'd be back Friday?" She enquired when she noticed me sitting in my chair in the lounge. I'm not sure if she was coming in from job number one or job number two, but she seemed a little nervous and didn't hang around long enough to hear my answer as she scooted up the stairs, whereby I heard the shower running. Probably job number two in that case.

When she came back down, she was rubbing her hair with a towel, "Sweetie! You ok?"

"Fine Kat, just peachy!" She frowned at that, you see the only time I called her Kat, was when I was annoyed with her, every other time it was Katie, or Katelyn when I was neither. "I have some good news and some bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"

"Ohhh god! Please give me the good news, my day has been full of ups and downs, I really need some good news right about now."

"More like ins and outs would have been my guess! But then again if she was on top then it could have been ups and downs?" I thought to myself.

"The doc has taken me off my heart medication, and Mr Willy is firing on all cylinders! He did say at the outset that it wasn't going to last too long."

You would have thought that the damn woman had won the lottery or something the way she squealed. "Ohhh sweetie that is absolutely the best news I've heard in ages. I've been so frustrated not being able to show my man just how much he means to me. I do believe that that is cause for celebration in the bedroom!"

I looked at my watch. "Ummm! Probably not! You see that's where the bad news comes in. You won't have time with all the interviews and meetings and appearances that will be taking up so much of your time."

The stupid whore looked puzzled; she had this stupid grin on her face that just about broke me up. I have to admit that I was being rather vague, and enjoying the hell out of it.

"I don't have anything scheduled that I can remember certainly nothing for the next hour or so!" The wink, wink, say no more expression gave away her intentions.

"Even if we do have time for a five minute quickie, I really have no intention of revisiting the reason for the condition I have been medicated off my brain for, for the last two months!"

Kat, bless her cum filled cunt just stood there trying to work out what I was on about. "You're not making any sense sweetie, I wish you would stop speaking in riddles and come out with it."

"Kat! The medication I was taking wasn't for Cardio Myopathy! It was a batch of antibiotics for a cacophony of rather nasty viruses. Can you imagine just what I thought when the doc accused me of sleeping around on my wife, especially when I know for a fact that there's been only one cunt that I was dipping my wick into!"

Kat just stood there and her face turned sombre. "What are you trying to insinuate?"

"Give it up Kat! You've been hoisted on your own petard sweetheart. I have all the evidence I need to prove you've been fucking around on me."

Kat's face dropped and turned sheet white, then she slumped into her armchair. "Ohhh god no, no, no. It can't be, this is some kind of sick joke?"

I nodded to Kat as she sat there with tears forming in her eyes. "Yes Katelyn, it is a joke. A very sick pathetic joke, and I was the recipient but I survived, now the jokes on you. Will you be able to say the same?"

"It didn't mean anything sweetheart, I didn't love him, it was just sex!" I looked up into her sad wet face and shook my head. She was obviously grasping for straws, anything to divert me from the real truth.

"It was a mistake and only the onetime..." I held up my hand with a sneer pasted across my face.

"Spare me the lies you fucking trollop. If you have no self-respect then atleast have some for me. You've treated me and your family like imbeciles for the last three year or so, you've put my health and maybe that of our daughters in jeopardy. You really need to give up deep throating cock my sweet innocent whore wife; it is affecting your breathing and thus your oxygen supply. Morons like you have very few grey cells to start with, so you need to preserve the ones you do have."

I know I was particularly severe in my tone, the venom dripped from every word I spoke; I just lost my rag and off loaded on her.

Kat blanched at my rhetoric, with all the argument we've had in the past I have never come close to such a callous disregard of her feelings. She just sat there staring at me, physically shaking. "I found your journal, you dump cunt! You're a lowlife whore but I have to admit that you're quite a successful one. I have no idea how you managed to pull it off for so long with your total disregard for the lack of hygiene." With that, Kat threw up all over herself.

I got up and went into the bathroom to retrieve a washcloth and towel, not so much for her benefit, but rather for mine. I had the notion that there was more to be said, and I felt a little queasy looking at her in that state.

Once she had cleaned herself up a little she started, "Please sweetheart, I know we can get past this mistake if we really try. I love you so very much and I know you love me. I did this for us, for the family. Please I'm not a whore, I'm an Escort!"

Now if this was a sitcom then this is the point in the show where the lead character turns to the audience and says, "See! I told you she would say that; didn't I?"

But since it wasn't I had to keep my sarcasm in check, well a little at any rate. "What do Escorts do then Kat?" She started to explain her job specifications, "Shut up fuckwit! It was a rhetorical question. Damn! You have the mental acuity of a five year old. It doesn't matter how you want to title it, it still adds up to the same fucking thing. You fuck for money, you lay on your back and let some scungy halfwit who has no social qualities or means to attract a regular mate, let alone satisfy her, pound away at you festering cunt. You let them get their rocks off in one of your stretched out fuckholes. That's it in a crude nutshell!"

Kat's shoulders sagged as though she had the weight of the world on them, then in a whisper that I strained to hear. "I'll ring Caroline and tell her I'm quitting, then can we sit down and talk this out? I know that if I can get you to understand my thinking, then we can get through this. The money was for our retirement, I didn't ever intend to keep it for myself. You were right, I am good at what I did, we have almost five hundred thousand dollars to put towards our retirement fund."

I scanned my watch once again and shook my head. "No we don't and don't bother calling Caroline; I dare say she already knows your predicament. I doubt that she will really care how much shit you're in, because she'll be dealing with enough of her own."

Kat looked me in the eye and asked the one question that she was probably dreading, "Why? What are you going to do? I have the money; it's in a separate bank account."

"Right now I don't need to do anything. What's done is done, and like your decision to sell yourself and flush our marriage down the toilet, there's no going back. Caroline and her husband will be at the police station as we speak answering charges of pandering and solicitation. If you decide not to run and hide under some rock, then I dare say in the next ten to fifteen minutes, the police will be here and they will take you to see Caroline. Maybe they'll allow you to occupy a cell together, and you can inform her then that you have finally been royally fucked and this time it was your ever faithful husband who was the fucker, but I certainly doubt that you're on their Christmas list for this year, or any other for that matter."

"Ohhh my god no, please don't say that. You have to help me Jeffery; I don't want to go to jail!"

"Well you should have thought of that while those idiots were filling your cunt with STD's for you to bring home to your loving cuckolded husband. You're on your own snookums! I had a devils own job extricating myself from your shit. After the police get through with you, then the tax office will want a piece of your scurvy hide. All your bank accounts have been seized you don't have two dollars to rub together."

At this Katelyn became a little more animated, "Why on earth would you do that? Are you crazy? That's almost half a million dollars of my hard earned money that you have thrown away. I told you it was meant for us, now after all this we have nothing?"

"How on earth were you going to get all that money without me knowing where it came from?"

Kat just looked at the floor. "I don't know, I hadn't thought about it much. I figured that we could have won the lottery or something." The pathetic look on her face told me that even she didn't believe that she could get that one past me.

"To you statement before, not so Kat, you are the only one who has nothing, but the clothes you have on. After you get through with the courts on prostitution charges, and while you're languishing in your not so comfortable cell, I'll have divorced your diseased cunt, and got everything from the marriage. I still have my money and possessions, and once I go after Caroline and her moronic husband, as well as your entire client list in your journal for alienation of affection, I may be able to retire and live the life of Riley."

I think the gravity of her situation had finally clicked in her mind. "You really hate me that much; don't you?" she dropped her gaze to her hands and sighed. "I don't know how you could have done this to me if you ever loved me, maybe you never did? I love you Jeffery, all this has nothing to do with us. I never meant to hurt you, so how could you do it to me?" Why the fuck, do they always say that sort of shit? Tears then started to fall once again.

I almost didn't answer her question but instead retorted. "Don't you fucking say that I didn't love you! It wasn't me screwing around and bringing home venereal diseases to my loving wife. How long would I have to have waited until you brought some more serious disease home to me, like aids and hepatitis C? My god woman! You work in a fucking hospital for god sake. Didn't it not occur to you to get yourself tested regularly?"

Kat shook her head trying to come up with some plausible response. "I couldn't get tested, I'm too well known in the community to have that sort of information get around. It's not like I'm walking the streets, the clients I serviced are normal business men who just want some company for the night. So I just put it out of my mind, and convinced myself that it wouldn't happen to me."

"Did it ever occur to you that one or two of those same business men were probably picking up prostitutes on the streets?" Katelyn just looked at the floor in front of her and said nothing.

"How long could you hope to get away with this charade before someone found out and informed the authorities, and I was dragged into your nightmare just like Caroline's husband? As I said, it took some fancy talking to convince the tax department not to go after my assets. They wanted to do the same thing that the police are doing to Caroline's husband, the police have seized all their combined assets.

I was pacing as my temper rose. "Apparently they have been paying tax, so the Tax Office isn't interested in Caroline and her extra-curricular activities, something I found out that you hadn't bothered doing. But it has come to the attention of the police that Caroline, while paying her taxes, wasn't registered as a sex worker, and their house was an illegal brothel. So the authorities have seized everything they own. You and all your cronies are toast darling, and there's nothing you or I can do about it."




Selling Myself Jeff's Complaint



Just then the doorbell rang, "That'll probably be for you sweetie, don't bother with birthday or Christmas cards, ok!"

Katelyn got up looking like something the cat dragged in and answered the door. "Katelyn Summers?" The police officer questioned. When Kat nodded she continued, "We're here to arrest you on charges of prostitution; you will accompany us to the station to answer further questions. You have the right to remain silent..."

As the officers read Kat her rights the female officer turned her and snapped the cuffs on her wrists, Katelyn for her part just stood there and looked at me with a shameful face and pain filled eyes. "Please Jeffery, don't let them do this sweetheart, I'm not a bad person, I never hurt anyone! At least can I ask you for one last favour? Will you call my parents and let them know that I will need a lawyer? I'm so very sorry Jeffery."

It was at that moment that I couldn't hold back my own tears. "No more than I Katelyn; no more then I! And what I'm now going to say now will make even worse!"

Katelyn started to cry almost uncontrollably. I think she had an inkling of what I was going to say, "You have no family Katelyn! Everyone knows already what you have done to your family. Not one of them wants to have anything to do with you! Not your mother, father, or siblings. Not even your daughters! They told me to tell you that their mother died three years ago."

With that, I sunk back into my recliner and buried my face in my hands, all the emotions I had been dealing with and bottled up over the last couple of month came rushing out and I couldn't stop them. The police just turned Kat around and escorted her to the patrol car.

I then remembered something one of my Italian friends once said about a little saying that his parents use to use on him when he was being boisterous and unruly, "Dopo a risata venadi u chianto" or loosely translated it reads... "After the laughter comes the crying." I couldn't help but feel that this saying was so aptly applicable in this situation. Katelyn has had her fun, now she'll be crying for a long time to come.

~...~

So where'd this leave me after the smoke had clear and everyone had time to lick their wounds, bury their dead and try to make the most of what was left.

1.My ex-wife was a disease-riddled whore, who was heading off to jail and whose family had divorced her. 2.Caroline and her husband Chad had lost everything they owned either from confiscation or my law suit. 3.Cascade Engagements and Robert Casey had to explain to the authorities why their operating licence shouldn't be revoked. That wasn't what brought them undone in the end though. It was the loss of clients and their reputation that ran them out of town. 4.Katelyn's clients were scurrying and diving into the nearest cesspools to avoid my law suits, and from what I can understand, there were a rash of divorces and bankruptcies after the smoke cleared.

That wasn't the last time I met up with my now ex-wife. I saw her again not long after she got out on parole from doing nine months of a one year sentence on prostitution charges. Apparently, some politician was up for re-election at the time and they threw the book at her. I'm told the one year for the first offence is rather uncommon, but the authorities wanted to make a statement that they were cleaning up the area. It's all political bluster and bullshit I know, because no one will ever be able to stamp out the oldest profession in the world.

Kat was wearing the same cloths she went to prison in, the very same ones she left the house in, but they didn't fit so well now. She'd put on quite a few pounds and now they just made her look that much fatter. When she saw me she turned and ran crying into the crowd. Even then, I didn't feel all that sorry for her, I was far too concerned with my own demons.

It was another two years before I had another run in with her.

"Hello Jeffery!" I looked up to see Katelyn standing in front of my table nervously, rocking from one foot to the other. This time she actually looked presentable if not beautiful, although you could tell that time and tide had taken its toll. You'd be right in thinking that she looked like a tired old hooker on the make, but for the sake of decency I kept my opinions to myself.

"Katelyn!" Looking around to see just who was in the club at the time, "What brings you around here? What do you want?" I tried not to make it sound bitter, I'm not at all sure I succeeded.

Kat glanced over her shoulder. "Yes Jeff, I'm still a whore, an old tired worn out but legal one, still working my arse off trying to make ends meet. You worried that someone will recognise me and wonder if you're associating with lowlife scumbags now?"

I just shrugged my shoulders. "We both have reputations to protect. I see no reason to put either of them in jeopardy." My sarcasm was rearing its ugly head.

Kat fidgeted with her clutch purse. "I need to talk to you Jeffery. I need to know how the girls are fairing, I never once abandoned them, you must believe that. It makes me sick at heart to think that I'll never see or talk to them again. I tried to talk to my family, but mum and dad just slammed the door in my face, and neither of my sisters or my brother are any different."

Kat started to tear up. "Please Jeffery, I know I fucked up beyond all reason, but I need to atleast know what the girls are doing, something to keep me sane. I'll get down on my knees and beg if I have to. Just give me an hour of your time and I'll never bother you again."

I don't know if it was the passage of time or that I was having just as much trouble getting past what had happened. I think I needed closure as well, so I relented and checked my watch. "I have a date that I'm waiting on to arrive. I'll meet you in the park, Tenth and Wicks, tomorrow at noon. I'll even shout lunch."

Katelyn brightened and almost fell over herself thanking me, "Ohhh thank you so much Jeffery, you can't imagine how happy this makes me. I promise I won't pressure you in anyway. Thank you, Thank you, and Thank you again!" She backed up with a teary smile. "I better get my whore ass out of here before your lady friend shows up and thinks your standards have fallen through the floor. Thank you again, I'll see you at the park tomorrow at noon sharp." With that, she scurried out in double quick time.

While waiting for Dana to show up, I had time to ponder what might be on the cards for my noon meeting with Katelyn. My life from that day when Katelyn had been hauled off to jail hasn't been a bed of roses. I don't really have to work, but do so more to keep myself occupied than for any other monitory reasons.

I spend most of my time doing charity work for non-profit organisations. Cystic Fibrosis is one I'm heavily into, being that a long time friend's child has it and I can tell you, it's a insidious condition, with little or no survival rate. Things like this helped me take my mind off my marriage breakup, but didn't completely erase it from my memory bank. 

I have spent many a sleepless night wondering just where I went wrong. Was there at any time before Kat's fall from grace that I could have diverted her from her chosen path? I know it has affected my relationships since then, I now have this "Find'em, Fuck'em and forget'em attitude.

Very rarely have any of my relationships gone more than a month or two. I do crave the closeness that I felt with Katie, and I find myself getting angry all over again. I was somewhat pleased when Dana showed up and helped me push my maudlin thoughts into the background at least for one more night.

The park I chose for our talk was one that had few patrons and a nicely secluded picnic table. Not that I needed it for the same reason I had used this particular table in the past.

Katelyn was there already, sitting with her back to me just staring at the line of shrubs that hid this meeting place. What made me curious was that I was actually almost an hour early myself. Her attire was anything than upmarket, while being clean and neat; her clothes looked decidedly like welfare specials. I considered staying back and letting her wait, but realised that, that was petty and it didn't really make any difference what time was set.

"Did you sleep here last night?"

Kat jumped and spun around at the sound of my voice. "Ohhh god, you scared me!" She did recover quickly though. "No, No, I don't have much to do in the mornings these days, and contrary to what you may have thought yesterday, I didn't work last night, so I was in bed and asleep early. I woke this morning nervous because I didn't know if you were going to show up or if you were going to stand me up for a little more payback."

I was going to comment but she held up her hand. "I knew deep down that you wouldn't; you're not built that way, but it worried me just the same. I thought today was so sunny and fine that it was probably a good thing to have a little time to sit and think about what I need to say."

"Ok then it's you sixty minutes, just please spare me the insincere apologies and ridiculous platitudes." I quipped as I took a seat opposite her.

Kat watched me sit. "I have every intention of apologising, but I can assure you that it will be sincere and heartfelt. As for platitudes, well you really need arrogance to be able to pull them off and there is now not an ounce of arrogance in my body, you drained that out of me years ago. The life I have now have doesn't leave room for anything resembling those feelings of self-importance, but I'm atleast better off than Caroline."

I felt my eyebrow rise in hearing about Caroline, and Kat noticed and smiled. "I thought that would interest you. I'm living in a one room bedsit with a single bed, dresser, a small basin and microwave for furnishings; I'm living in the lap of luxury compared to Caroline and I can't seem to feel any sympathy for her in the least.

When we were jailed, she made it her mission to punish me, I can tell you, I have no good feelings for her or her plight. Caroline and Chad have split up; apparently, genital warts are a real pain when you get them around the mouth."

Katelyn had a little giggle at that. "Chad had a fetish for creampie, and Caroline was only too willing to supply them for him. Now she's commuting between women's shelters while doing business in back allies. Chad has left town for parts unknown and Caroline has had to fend for herself. I atleast, have my own rented place and work for a low end market legal brothel." She dropped her head and whispered as if to herself. "Well, for now atleast at any rate!"

"I would have thought you were on easy street from the financial records in your journal. What happened to the three thousand a day you were earning?"

Katelyn looked up and stared blankly at me, then burst out laughing. "I suppose I deserved that! You once accused me of taking you for an imbecile, I'd appreciate it if you don't try and con me into think you are one. Look at me Jeffery! I'm a fifty three year old hooker that has aged twenty in the last seven. When the shit finished hitting the fan; Cascade Engagements was out of business, Robert wouldn't even take my calls and my regular clients were either too busy trying to save their own hides, or so pissed at me that I couldn't have got five dollars for an all nighter."

Kate shrugged her shoulders and sighed. "Word travels fast in this industry and I was too much of a hot potato to be considered a hot fuck. Now I just survive from day to day waiting for the day I follow Caroline into being a bag lady."

I sat there studying Katelyn's face. I tried to gauge if this rhetoric was for garnering sympathy or not. The look she gave me wasn't sympathy, but simple resignation. "Why don't you get a proper job?"

Kat simply smiled. "I found out very quickly that there wasn't an iceblocks chance in hell of that ever happening. I have trash my reputation so completely that no respectable employer will touch me. The conditions of my parole set out that I have to inform any potential employer of my conviction. If fifty three isn't bad enough, finding legitimate, respectable employment, then having a criminal record kind of blows any chance. I'm annoyed that because of my conviction; I'm lumbered into a group with paedophiles and rapists as a sex offender. That means that I can't work anywhere around children either."

I had to admit that little bit of information got to me and we sat there not talking for a few minutes. Then Kat brightened a little. "So there you have it Jeffery, my life trashed beyond recognition. And before you say anything, unlike Caroline who thinks that you and I are responsible for all her misfortune! I don't hold you responsible for one little bit of it."

Katelyn screwed up a tissue she was holding. I did at first, I damned you to hell for throwing away our marriage and my life. However, the more I thought about it, I realised I had done it all by myself, and for what? For the thrill of the sexual encounters, the high I got from the wickedness of going behind your back."

Katelyn grimaced. "I take full responsibility for my fall from grace. I am terribly sorry for hurting you the way I did, I'm beside myself with grief for what I have done to our girls. I can't imagine what they must have had to endure with school and friends, having a mother like me. There are no words to express the pain I feel at night, the disgust I have for myself as I force myself to endure another day at work."

"You told me that I sugar coated what I was doing! You were right; it was the money that made it look respectable, I realised that my clients had no more respect for me, than they'd give a twenty-dollar whore, standing on a street corner!"

Tears were falling by now, and I have to admit, she had got to me. "You have hurt me beyond imagining Jeffery, but if you feel even one tenth of my agony for what I did to you, then it is way too much for me to bear. I humbly ask for you to allow me a little peace. I know I have no right but, I'm asking you to forgive me for my arrogant stupidity that has destroyed the only thing I have considered worth living for."

Katelyn dropped to her knees and cried freely. "I'm begging you to allow me to know what our children are doing, to give me something to hold onto, because where I am now, is nothing short of a living hell." The look on my face must have warned Kat as to what I was thinking. "Ohhh, don't worry; I have no intention of offing myself. I don't have the courage to do it!" Katelyn sobbed, then broke down completely then.

I needed a break and I was sure that Kat did too. "I'll tell what! You agree to allow me to buy you lunch, and I'll forgive you for being a numbskull... and try to help you mend your bridge with the girls, what do you say ... deal?"

Katelyn sniffed and wiped a shaking hand across her face to remove the tears running down her cheek. I had made my offer so matter-of-factly that she thought I was just twisting the knife. "Please don't do this Jeffery, I meant everything I've said today. I am sorry for everything, but if you can't find it in your heart to forgive me then I'll just have to accept that and leave you in peace."

Katelyn got to her feet and with her head bowed, she finished. "I can see that you still hate me so...Good bye Jeffery, I do hope in my heart that you can get by this and move on with your life. Please tell our girls that I do still love them and wish them well."

As she turned to walk off, I stated, "I never did answer that question, did I?"

Kat paused a little perplexed, but said nothing. "You asked a question just before you left that day when you were arrested, you said... 'You really hate me that much; don't you?' You said it again just now."

Kat nodded. "To set the record straight...No! No I didn't hate you. I don't even hate you know, I hated what you had done. I felt like strangling you, I felt like kicking you to death, but not because I hated you. It was because I loved you with all my heart, because you took my wife, my life, my family, our future we were working for all our married life and killed it. I loved you then and in an aberrant fashion I still do."

I was flicking leaves off the table as I continued. "Just like you, I have had years to mull over what has happen and when you left last night, I realised that I had exchanged one whoring wife for an ex-wife who is a whore. I hadn't solve one damn thing! All I'd done was whitewashed my life and hated it every time the old life bled though. Yes you hurt me, but after I kicked your whore ass out, I then proceeded to hurt myself and I need to stop if I'm to ever have any peace."

I looked straight at her. "To do that I need to offer you grace for what you have said yourself is unforgivable. I forgive you Katie and although I can't forget, and I can make no promises, but I will help where I can. But it all comes with a price as does everything in life, and that is to allow me to buy you lunch."

Katie stood there trying to decide whether to cry or laugh, and in the end did both. "You mean it; you really, really mean it?

I smiled and nodded. "Ohhh boy! I mean ok; if that's the price I have to pay, although I'm flat ass broke, I think I can definitely afford that. Both my grey cells have finally found each other and they're telling me that I'd be stupid to pass up an offer like this. Yes Jeffery Summers, I'd be delighted to have lunch with you."

After the waitress left from bringing our meals, Katie sat staring at hers, "Ohhh god! I haven't had lobster in years; I hope I'm not drooling all over my Sunday best." Picking up her wine she sniffed its bouquet. "I know it's just temporary but I've missed this as well. I see you remember my favourite wine. The chateau cardboard is the only wine I can afford of late, and it is so over rated."

"I saw an article in the paper the other day, there was a picture of you and a tall leggy blonde. Was she the date you were waiting for yesterday? She certainly is beautiful!"

I smiled at Katelyn's attempt to find out about my love life. "Yes, that was Dana. She's ok, your atypical blonde. She could find her ass with both hands and a map, but she certainly helps with the functions I attend from time to time."

Katelyn sat a peered at me for some time. "That's not the Jeffery Summers I know and love! Did I do that?"

"Do what?"

"Make you cynical. In all the years I've known you Jeffery, you have never denigrated anyone for their appearance of mental acuity."

I toyed with my meal for a while before answering. "I suppose you did. Being lied to, laughed at, and generally shit on by the one person you thought was your rock has a way of destroying your faith in humanity."

"Bullshit Jeff! While I agree that I have most likely destroyed your faith in women, and especially wives. I can't see it flowing over to humanity in general. Not if what I read in the paper is of any account. You're spokesperson for how any charities? You can't be that jaded and be a leader of charities like you are. So as I stated, bullshit!"

I smiled. "Getting a little cocky, aren't we?"

Katelyn smiled right back at me. "I know when I'm wrong, I know when I have to eat crow. But I'll be damned to cower for reasons not of my making! I'm sorry for making your personal life a misery, and I'll apologise for screwing up your faith in the female gender until I die but I won't back down if I know I'm right, and I am right here!"

Katie and I spent our lunch chatting and generally getting to know each other all over again. "I don't want to mislead you, but this doesn't mean that there's any chance that we'll get back together."

Katie smiled, "I know Jeff and I wouldn't expect you to want me ever again. I'll be happy with what I have, it's so much more than I ever hoped for and definitely more than I deserve. Thank you for all your compassion; you always were a good man; I just forgot that for awhile."




Selling Myself Jeff's Complaint



Katie's sixty minutes turned into the afternoon and I think by the time we parted, we both had a new appreciation and respect on the foibles of life. There was still one thing that gnawed at my sensibilities.

~...~

To say that Katie was dumfounded and embarrassed when I showed up at the brothel she worked in the following was an understatement. "What on earth are you doing here Jeff?" She asked as she nervously swept her eyes around the room. "You can't be here, it's not right. You have to leave before someone recognises you!" She was wearing the most hideously revolting hot pink and candy apple green ensemble you could ever imagine, and all perched on top of five inch CFM pink pumps. Now I don't know much about colour coordination, but this wasn't it, that's for damn sure.

"I'm not going anywhere until I to talk to you!"

A rough looking woman behind the counter grabbed my arm. "Listen pal, I don't care if you want to talk or fuck, it's still gonna cost you fifty an hour or until you pop!"

I turned to stare at the creature from the black lagoon. "How much for the rest of the night?"

"Jeffery No!" Katie screeched.

The woman seemed to step back and ponder. "You seem to be a man that could afford something better than this old piece of gutter trash, I have better looking, younger girls here that'll rock ya socks all night for five hundred, I'll even waiver the one pop rule!"

I had an overwhelming urge to punch the slut right where she stood, but realised that there'd be some great big gorilla standing in the wing to extract a high price for that mistake. "If I wanted something better then I wouldn't be shopping in this rat infested shit hole, now wouldn't I? So how much?" Katelyn just stood there and wrung her hands.

I could see the distaste on her face as she sneered back. "For you sweetie, two hundred, but no rough stuff, that'll cost you more."

I tossed two bills on the counter and grabbed Katie's hand to leave. "Where the fuck are you going?"

I turned around and snapped back. "You don't think I'm going to get my cock out in here do you? You never know what man could catch, don't worry she won't get damaged."

With that, I grabbed Katie's elbow and dragged her out of there and down the street. "Please Jeffery, slow down will you! These shoes weren't exactly made for walking, let alone running." She pleaded as she tottered alone beside me.

I slowed and then stopped. "You're right! You look like a fucking clown in that get up!" Looking up and down the street I spotted what I needed. Pulling her into the nearest clothing store, I told her to follow me and to keep her mouth shut. Sorting efficiently through the racks of clothing I spotted something I liked and pulled a nice creamy A line knee length skirt off the rack and slapped it into her chest. "Take that!" Next was a modest blouse with a high neckline and ruffles down the front. Katie said nothing when I picked up a jacket to match the skirt and then headed for the lingerie. I doubted by the look of the boob tube she was wearing and the sag of her thirty-six C cups that she had a bra on, I found a plain white lacy bra and bikini set, along with a pair of tan stay up stockings. "Here take these and get changed, I'll find you some practical shoes while you're at it."

When Katie emerged from the fitting room, she looked a thousand percent better. I handed Katie some bone coloured one inch heel cort shoes, and asked our assistant. "Do you have a bathroom and a little makeup she could use? I'll pay you for it!"

The assistant smiled and nodded, handing over a small compact. "Just through there!" She pointed in the direction down the back of the store. I handed Katie the makeup, "Get that stupid shit off your face and come back here."

While Katie was gone, I paid the assistance and when she returned she looked a treat, a little eye shadow and lipstick made her look like a million bucks. "Now that's what I'm talkin about!"

The assistant was giggling as Katie blushed. "I'm impressed sir; you certainly know your women's fashion. I'm also stumped that you pick all that to perfection in just under ten minutes. Remind me not to shopping with you." She giggled.

A look of inquiry got her answer, "You take all the fun out of shopping!" Katie and I were chuckling as I bunched up the clothes and shoes that Katie had worn into the shop, I pulled a fifty out and handed it to our assistant. "Can you burn these for us?"

The girl smiled as she tucked the bill into her bra. "It will be my pleasure sir and thank you for shopping at Willows."

Back out on the street, Katie looked the perfect fifty something housewife, when she pulled me to a halt, "So now what? You got me looking like a prim and proper socialite wife and mother, even though we both know it's an illusion."

"Now we find a somewhere quiet to have a drink and some serious conversation"

I sat across from Katelyn as she sipped her wine; she almost looked as good as she had before all this had started, she was right though, she had aged, but with the right makeup and clothes it was ten years in the last seven, not twenty. She looked dejected instead of happy, "Why am I here Jeff? Why the charade? We both know I'll have to go back to being what I am, all this is doing is reminding me of what I lost."

"Do you still want to take a shot at the title of repentant mother?"

"You mean seeking our girl's forgiveness? You know I do Jeff, I just don't think this is the way to do it. I'm done lying; I can't and won't lie to them. They'll see right through this disguise and laugh at me. I couldn't handle that Jeffery."

"I'm not asking you to lie, but you have to see that while you continue to whore yourself out they won't want to have anything to do with you. You need a change of employment."

Katelyn sighed. "We've been over this before, with my age, record and reputation, no sane employer will touch me with a forty foot barge pole. I'm stuck with what I am." Then she damn well started to tear up.

"For god's sake don't start crying woman; you haven't any makeup to repair your face." I tossed her my handkerchief to dab her eyes. "There is one possibility, you can try being self-employed?"

Katie squinted at me in disbelief. "Don't be stupid! I don't have any money to start a business, and even if I did, you trashed any possibility of acquiring any client worth a damn. It's no different than working in a brothel, even if I owned it. I'd just end up like Clare and the girls still wouldn't want to know me."

"Clare? Who the fuck is she?"

Katelyn shook her head. "The woman you paid two hundred this afternoon for my cunt, and then proceeded to belittle. I'm surprised she didn't haul off and slug you, no one talks to her that way, especially not the Johns. I have a feeling that when I get back there she'll have some particularly nasty client request for me to service."

"Ohhh you mean the maggot! Well she pissed me off, and don't worry, let her service her own lowlifes, you're not going back." I slouching in my seat and was circled the bottom of my beer glass on the coaster in front of me, not really looking at Katie.

"Look at me Jeffery! I have to go back; if I don't, then it's the back allies with Caroline and women's shelters. Is that what you want?"

I looked up to Katie with a smile on my face and she was obviously annoyed, I had to laugh and she sat back angry. "I see that you're locked into an ever tightening circle that will end up driving you up your own asshole. Hell you've had your head up your own ass for years, so I suppose you're heading in the right direction."

I needed her to do something first, before I told her my idea and I slid my cell phone across the table to her. "First of all get on that phone and tell the maggot she can go fuck herself."

Katie hesitated trying to work out what I was up to. "Do it Katie; I'm not joking!" To her credit, she did and then sat back.

"OK I've effectively just thrown myself out onto the street. If you haven't got anything better then I'm sleeping with Caroline tonight buster."

Katie glared at me, so I continued. "Who said anything about starting a brothel? I was thinking a little more along the lines of a coffee shop."

Katie sat there and thought. I could see the wheels turning in her head. "Ok! I'll give you that. I've been hammered into one way of thinking ever since this nightmare started, but it still doesn't help me with the finances, I still don't have the capital to start something like that."

"Maybe you don't, but I do!"

Katie stared at me , then blinked a couple of times, before she brought her hand up to her mouth to stifle a gasp, the recognition of what I was saying was worth the money I spent for her new outfit. "You do? Ohhh what am I saying, of course you do, but you mean that you'll help me get out of this god damn awful mess I got myself in?"

"I'll be straight with you. I'm doing this more for our girls than for you. If you want me too I will, unless of course you like fucking and want to stay where you are?"

Katelyn sat up and glared at me. "Listen buster! I went through menopause two years ago; since then I have zero libido, and even less vaginal lubrication, I go through KY like its going fashion. I try my best to get my customers off with a blowjob if possible, the only reason I'm still in the business is because I have no other option. If I was never to see another naked man or cock ever again then I would die a happy woman."

Chuckling I pulled some papers out of my coat pocket. "Look these over and let me know what you think. This is no free ride Katelyn! It will mean hard work and long hours. First up, I doubt you will be able to employ any permanent staff. The best you can do, will be have help come in during busy periods, but apart from that, you'll be chief cook and bottle washer, it's all going to be your blood sweat and tears."

"As for me? I'll be taking twenty five percent of the profits after tax as investment on my capital. If you want to end up owning the business outright, then I'll be taking another twenty five as repayment until the loan is repaid. If trade isn't good, I'll allow you to defer the repayment on the loan until business picks up again and you can support yourself." Katie read the document with tears in her eyes; dabbing constantly trying to see what she was reading. Finally she put the contract down on the table, her hands were shaking. "I ... I don't know what to say. Thank you seems so inadequate, I'll bear your children is redundant, I've already been there, done that. I'll be your sex slave for life? I doubt you want a fucked out wrinkly old slut like me. So it will just have to be a promise to never make you regret this most kind gesture! But my promise comes with a price tag."

"I can live with that offer! What's the price?"

"You have to allow me to hug you in appreciation whenever I want!"

"Damn woman you drive a hard bargain!"

"I had an excellent teacher." She grinned.

~...~

I met up with Michelle for dinner that night. Who the fuck's Michelle I hear you ask? Ohhh, she's my latest in a very long string of conquests, I'd been seeing her now for two months and I don't know if it was coincidence or not, but she seem to look a little different to me.

"You look ravishing my dear!"

"Why thank you kind sir, you don't look too bad yourself!"

After adjourning to my place and having one of the wildest nights I'd had in a long time, Michelle queried, "Wow! What was that all about, you were magnificent? I never thought I'd stop cumming, I might just have to repay the affection with a morning blowjob."

"I think I can handle that, there's nothing like starting off your day with getting blown by a gorgeous blonde bombshell!"

Michelle wasn't fooled, "What's happened?"

"Let's just say that I have put the last of my ghosts to rest!"

We lay there staring at the ceiling for quite awhile before Michelle spoke again. "Does this mean I get to stay a little longer than most? I kind of hope it is. I'm not stupid you know, in spite of the blonde hair. I know your reputation for changing girlfriends on a monthly basis. You're a damn good man Jeffery Summers and I was kind of hoping that we might have some sort future together. I'm not a jealous person, and I understand if you just want to play the field, I'm just asking if I could be there on top of the heap, rather than on the bottom."

"I knew then that what I had done for Katie was already paying off. "You're a good woman yourself Michelle Daniels! I think I have worn out my wandering ways, and maybe we can see just how far that future goes. I think I'll hang around home a little longer if you don't mind."

Michelle snuggled into my shoulder, "I don't mind one bit, in fact, I can definitely live with that!"

I drifted off to sleep plotting my next challenge. Operation restore mother and child! I knew it wouldn't be easy, but then nothing worth its salt ever is. It needed to be subtle, and for me that was the hard bit. I knew coming out straight would not sit well with the girls. Anytime I mentioned their mother, you could see the scorn on their faces, it was something that in the beginning I relished, but lately it had come to sadden me greatly.

I decide on a plan, and then left it to the gods to bless my idea. I had the local rag do a full one page article with photo of Katie looking every bit the clean cut business woman for the changeover of management of one up market coffee house and left it on the kitchen bench face up for when the girls came to visit. Hey, for me that's subtle! There was no mention of me being part owner or financier. As expected Tara, our eldest saw the article and nudged her sister Beth. Between them they conversed in low tones so I couldn't hear them.

They never mentioned the article but from a call I got from Katie a week later made me think it worked, "Katie! Good to hear from you, how's business?"

"Picking up in leaps and bounds, the new machines we put in were a good idea. I've never been so busy in my entire life. You were right about the long hours and hard work though. By the time I get home, all I want to do is fall in a heap and sleep. But all in all, I've never been happier; you'll have to drop in for a freebie sometime."

Then there was silence followed by a giggle, "God I never thought I'd be able to say that again without feeling disgusted with myself. I want to thank you for helping with the girls; they showed up here on Monday."

"Sounds like my plan worked a treat, the balls in your court; don't drop it!" I chuckled.

"I won't Jeff, I promise. Will you come for coffee so I can tell you all about it?"

"Be my pleasure Katie, I'll drop by Friday afternoon after work!"

"So what happened with the girls? What did you talk about?" I asked as I sipped my muguccino, I'm not one for a prissy little coffee cups.

Katie was almost giddy as she related her first sight of her daughters in over four years; I was a little surprised to say the least. "Are you kidding me? We didn't speak to each other, but that wasn't what I expected. The fact they came and acknowledged my presence was more than I could have ever hoped for. I told Susie not to charge them but they insisted, and even complimented us on the service. It's the first steps to reconciliation and I have you to thank for that." She then proceeded to hug me to death. What a man has to put up with in the interest of keeping the peace. Ohhh well someone has to do it.

Over the next year or so Katie recovered ground with the girls little by little. I have no illusions and neither has Katelyn that they will ever be as close as they once were, but I'm confident that there will be a friendship between them, if not mother and daughters then maybe a favourite aunt and nieces. I'm just relieved that after all this time, wounds can heal and fences can be mended, even if they don't look exactly as straight as they once were.

Then things got a tad complicated and if it wasn't for my close bond with Michelle, then it could have been more difficult than it was. Katie rang me one day and asked if I could drop by to help out with her tax and I agreed to pick her up after she shut up shop. I was just driving in when I saw a man take a swing at Katie and catching her right on the side of her face.

I leapt out of my car, she didn't cower and certainly didn't back off berating him, the volume of their voices carried in the early evening breeze. "You hit me again and I can guarantee it will be the last time you do. I told you before I'm not in the business anymore."

"You stupid fucking whore! Just because you own a shitty little coffee shop now, you think you're a born again fucking virgin? Once a whore, always a whore in my book! Sluts like you can never get enough cock, so give up the pretence, and I'll even make it worth your while...I'll pay double your going price, hell I can afford a spare fifty for an all nighter!"

Katie couldn't help but see me, and something in her eyes told me to back off and stay out of it for now. The fool had no idea I was standing right behind him waiting for him to raise his hand to her again. "You're the moron Robert, just because you're hurting now that you haven't got your precious escort business to line your pockets, doesn't give you the right to abuse me."

"Just because it was Jeffery that destroyed your honey pot doesn't give you the right to come here and harass me. You knew the pit falls of hiring married women, what did you think would happen when one of the husbands took umbrage at being cuckolded. I lost far more then you ever did, so forgive me if I'm not that sympathetic to your suffering."

I could see his rage; his body literally shook. "I have no worries about you or that fuckwit of an ex. A slut like you will fall again, and when you do I'm going to be there and fuck you up so bad that you'll wish that your precious hubby had killed you instead of divorcing you."

"Well I have no reason to feel worried then do I. I'm past menopause and have no interest in sex at all anymore, so the temptation that got me into it in the first place isn't there now. You weren't all that good even when I wanted it, so now I think you're just a pathetic loser that can't accept the fact that a better man fucked you over."

I could see the determination in Katie's eyes as she continued. "If my arse, cunt and mouth were to ever see use again like that, then there's only one man that has the rights to them, and I will tell you right now that I wouldn't expect nor need him to ask to use them, just so long as I could show my appreciation to a wonderful man." Katie was looking straight past Robert and into my eyes with a fiery passion that I hadn't seen in years.

"Yeah you think? Who's this big man then cumbucket? Who do you see as every woman's wet dream? It can't be your ex, he fucked you over, and will do again."

Katie just stood there and sniggered. "It is my ex-husband Jeffery Summers dickhead. He has more sex appeal and character in his little toe, than you have in your entire body." I have to admit that I was feeling quite chuffed by this time, and I was smirking atrociously.

"You think you're safe don't you. Well think again you dumb cunt." With that, he brought his hand up to deliver another back hand to Katie's face.

To give Katie her dues she never flinched while retorting. "I wouldn't if I you, you may not like the consequences!"

Robert held his strike for a split second. "Ohhh really and who's going to make me? You?"

Katie just giggled which infuriated Robert even more. "Ohhh heavens no! But Jeffery might have a something to say about it. He standing right behind you!"

Robert turned to be met by my fist, backed up by all of my two hundred pounds of solid muscle. Well that might be an exaggeration, but I was working out at a gym? Damn it, I had too, just to keep up with Michelle, she fifteen years younger than me and I needed any edge I could get or she'd have fuck me to death. My size tens to his family jewels finished any urge Robert had to procreate for the next six months.




Selling Myself



I got a second razor and went for it.

I had the fleeting thought that this meant I was already committed to having sex as a foregone conclusion, which I completely denied in another part of my mind. I was shaving my pussy because it was the right thing for an escort to do. That's all.

The moment I stepped out of the tub, Caroline called me and kept me on the phone for half an hour. I think she was more excited and nervous about my first date than I was. She kept giving me advice on what to do, and not to do. Actually, I appreciated it and committed what she said to memory.

I finally hung up on her and started to dress. I wore dark lace-top stockings attached to a burgundy garter belt, a nearly-matching dark red thong panty. I topped it off with a lace burgundy balconnet bra that held my boobs up and let them jiggle dramatically with my every move. I knew the four inch heels of my black pumps would create plenty of vibrations to keep the girls jiggling like jell-o when I walked.

Over this went a short burgundy cocktail dress with spaghetti straps and gold sparkles. It was an attention-grabber, that's for sure, and it was short enough that I would have to be careful of bending over lest I reveal my bottom to the masses. 

I finished up with evening makeup and gold dangly earrings and a gold necklace with sapphires.

Then there was much preening in front of the mirror.

I had a short black silk jacket and a black clutch. I was dressed to entertain a gentleman, I thought.

That whole procedure took me until six-forty-five. I rushed out the door, knowing I shouldn't make the gentleman wait, but then again, a lady is ready when she is ready.

The valet at the Ritz was treated to a view of the lace tops of my stockings as I got out of my Lexus. I hoped that was all he saw, but at the same time, he was a good looking boy and if he got a glimpse of my panties, what's a girl going to do but smile gracefully?

In the lobby, I noticed the stares I was getting from all the men that I walked past. Apparently they were pleased with the way I swayed and jiggled in the high heels and tight, short dress. I walked carefully so as not to fall on my ass in front of God and everybody.

I made my way to the bar and surveyed my surroundings. My heart was beating fast and furious, and there he was. It was easy because he was the only blond man at the bar, and was younger by at least ten years than any other patron.

I put on my best smile and sashayed across the room toward him. He turned and saw me, and my heart warmed as he instantly smiled and his eyes gave me the once-over. He stood and gave me a chaste hug of greeting and a soft peck on the cheek.

"Hi, you must be Katie," he said. He had a nice deep voice. I like it.

"Yes," I said, "and you must be Brett."

He politely helped me onto the barstool. He couldn't help but to ogle my jiggling décolleté and the momentary appearance of the lace tops of my stockings. I smiled at him and wiggled into position, trying to make it a graceful transition.

"May I order you a drink?" he asked. Such a nice boy.

"Yes, a glass of white wine, anything but chardonnay," I cooed.

He was drinking Maker's Mark, rocks, and ordered another.

We began the conversation. Caroline had told me to ask questions and be impressed and delighted with the answers. She told me to giggle girlishly at anything he said that was remotely funny, and to reach out and touch him often. She told me to make sure to re-cross my legs now and then, and to make sure he saw me do it. She told me to lean forward often, making sure that my boobs were squeezed together and displayed nicely. She told me to keep my lips parted and sort of puffed out as I listened to his every word as though they were important.

I did all these things, and they were good advice since Brett kept interrupting his paragraphs to tell me that I was beautiful, that my dress was gorgeous, that I looked absolutely stunning, and that he was greatly pleased to be accompanied by such an amazing woman that evening.

A girl really likes to hear these sort of things. At least I do. I was liking this man more by the minute. 

And I made a discovery - it was just thrilling to be seductive! I had never been free to just let it all hang out and use every bit of my feminine wiles at full force before. Even dating my husband, and after we were married, I had never done absolutely everything in my power to be a seductress. It was liberating.

I pulled every trick I knew to be alluring, feminine, desirable, and magnetic. I just let the nurturing feminine energy flow out of me like a river. While working my magic, I kept a surreptitious eye on Brett's crotch, to see if I could make him erect with my feminine wiles.

I gave him coquettish eyes, I jiggled my boobs at him, I accidentally showed him miles of thigh, I touched his arm or leg repeatedly, I wiggled my ass when I left for the ladies' room and jiggled my boobs when I came back. I pouted my lips, I licked my teeth, I smiled seductively. 

I was a madwoman.

When we were taken to our table for dinner, I took his arm and snuggled against him, letting him feel the softness of my breasts. At the bar, and again at the table, we jostled for position and I let my hip rub against his crotch. I was shameless and I loved it.

Did I feel a little firmness there? I believe I did, thank you very much.

When I scooted into our booth, I couldn't stop myself from flashing him just a moment's look at the crotch of my satin thong, and I allowed his glimpse to linger just an extra beat of my heart.

Earlier at home, I had examined how I looked in the thong in the mirror, so I knew exactly what he saw. The gusset of this particular garment is unlined and it is very narrow and fits rather tightly. I have rather pronounced and puffy labia, so I knew that he could clearly see the cleft between my shaved-bare lips outlined by the dark satin panty. 

I liked the way his eyes widened just a bit at the revelation of my white inner thighs and my sexy burgundy panty. Score.

We had a very nice dinner, and afterwards we returned to the Bar at about nine-thirty. We had another drink, and he asked me to dance to the soft jazz band that was featured that evening.

All of their songs seemed to be slow enough to dance close to, and I just let my body melt into his and let him lead me around the floor mindlessly. He would often whisper compliments on my appearance, my dancing, even directly complimenting my figure. How delightfully satisfying that was.

I let his hands caress and explore my back and hips. When in a crowd, I let him slip a hand onto my bottom, which he removed soon after in a very gentlemanly fashion. I casually wondered what my husband would think if he saw me dancing with this handsome young man. I bet he would cancel some of his trips...

I could feel the stiffness of Brett's penis against my belly as we swayed together. Not fully erect, but plump in his pants, and I let my tummy rub against that pleasing plumpness just a bit. Not too much, but just enough so that he knew that I knew he was aroused.

A song ended and he took me back to a little bar-height table on his arm, with me rubbing my boob against him rather blatantly. I guess the wine was taking hold.

He helped me onto the stool, and I gave him a little flash again, which made him smile bashfully. He looked at his watch and then met my eyes. I looked back at him expectantly, as if the next words he was about to speak were supremely important.

Brett smiled and said, "So, Katie, this has been the greatest evening I've ever spent with a woman. You're so gorgeous, I just don't want you to have to leave yet..."

"Oh," I said pouting, "Is it ten o'clock already?"

"It's already ten-thirty," he said sadly. Then he brightened up, "Say, what would you think of coming up to my room and having a nightcap? I've got a great ocean view that I'm sure you'd just love to see..."

There it was. The Invitation. This is what the client does when he wants to take his Companion to his bed and make love to her. How delicious. I'm being propositioned for sex by a man I've only known for three hours. 

He wants me. I'm desirable. I'm attractive. This young man thinks I'm delicious.

He wants to undress me and touch my naked body. He desires to use my body for his pleasure. He wants to put his stiff penis in me, penetrate me, thrust in me, take me, possess me. 

Come in me.

Oh my.

I was wet.

I wanted those very same things too.

"Hmmm," I cooed, "I don't really need to just go right home now... I suppose it would be nice to have another drink with you and see the view from your balcony..."

"Great!" he said happily. He was downright triumphant about it.

He took my hand and helped me off the stool again, and he escorted me toward the elevators.

In the elevator, he leaned close and whispered in my ear. "Katie," he said, "I really like you and I'd like to have you stay in the room with me for a while. I know you're not on the clock anymore, so I wanted to tell you what I was thinking..."

I looked up into his pretty eyes, "Ok, Brett, what did you have in mind for us, up in your room?"

He smiled, looking a little relieved, "I was hoping to spend a few hours together, in the room. Alone together. I'd like us to maybe get into something more comfortable, and be more intimate with each other. I'm sure your dress, beautiful as it is, isn't really comfortable for you. Maybe we could give each other a massage or something... I know I'd like to really kiss you..."

"Hmm, that sounds nice..." I whispered, wiggling into his body as his arm was around me.

"So, I was thinking," he said, "I could give you a tip to cover our time together in my suite. How would fifteen-hundred sound for a few hours more of our time together?"

Wow. Fifteen hundred bucks for doing what I was already gagging to do with this young stud. Bring it on.

"Oh, you're so nice," I whispered, "I'm sure that would be fine."

Then just to let him know that I was game, I tipped my head up to let him kiss me. His lips were warm and soft and manly. I casually ran the palm of my hand across his hip and let it glide across his crotch, pausing just a moment softly against his penis. His tongue slipped into my open mouth and I accepted it, melting into the kiss.

The elevator door opened and we parted reluctantly. We put ourselves together and stepped out into the hallway. He took me to a corner room, his arm around me and his hand sliding a bit more aggressively over my bottom than I would normally like in a public hallway, then he opened the door for me and guided me in.

A very nice room. Big, and with a dining table no less. A separate bedroom even. Wow.

I looked at the ocean from his balcony as he poured me another glass of wine. I was already feeling a bit tipsy, but I really wanted a little more 'fortification' before anything progressed further.

Brett appeared at my side with a glass of white. He had dropped his coat and tie, and he was nicely muscular under his dress shirt. He smiled at me and said, "Let me get you something more comfortable to put on," and turning he left me and went into the bedroom.

The most uncomfortable thing I was wearing were the 4"pumps. My feet were killing me. But I knew Caroline had said, 'no matter what, don't take off the shoes and stockings unless the client asks.' I would heed her advice and suffer.

Hopefully I'd be off my feet soon anyway.

Brett returned with a robe. I was sort of expecting the white terry-cloth hotel variety. Instead, he held out a really pretty, sheer lace black negligee-type robe. It made my tummy doe little flips and I gulped some more wine.

So it's starting. The undressing. Then there will be kissing. Oh God I hope a lot of kissing, and the caressing and groping, and then more undressing. 

And then the sex.

By agreeing to come up to his suite, and agreeing that the tip he offered was very nice, I had agreed to let Brett have me. I had agreed to give him my body for a few hours to do with as he pleased. I had agreed put myself into his control and voluntarily dedicate my body to his pleasure.

I'm a married woman. What was I doing?

I suspected he would be a gentle lover. He looked good, smelled wonderful, behaved very well, was kind and courteous. A good candidate if there ever was one. And deep down I was already committed. I had been ever since I first felt the size of his penis. I mean cock. He seemed to have a big cock, bigger than my husband's. Maybe a lot bigger. I just hoped it wouldn't hurt too much when he put it in me.

I took the little sheer robe with a smile, "Oh, that looks very nice," I said, "you think of everything..."

I walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I shimmied out of the dress and laid it down next to the bathtub. I looked in the mirror at myself - pumps, stockings, garter, thong, balconnet bra. What's not to like.

I slipped the rob over and I could still see everything, it was just blurrier through the black sheer lacey fabric. I wondered if this would be a good time to lose the bra. I slipped out of it and put the robe back on. My nipples and areola are sort of medium brown and were visible through the sheer robe, but I thought it looked better without the bra. 

That would leave him only needing to remove my thong to get things going. I looked like a woman ready for sex. My heart was in my throat and I was nervous as hell. I tried to control my breathing.

I put my hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath, and went into the living room.

Brett was sitting on the sofa, and his eyes just about bugged out of his head. I liked that a lot. I swayed and shimmied and jiggled my way to him, watching his eyes flow over my body and capture every feminine movement. 

I suppose in that moment I understood why strippers say that they like doing it. It is a big rush to have a strange man look at your body like that, with equal parts amazement, appreciation, and animal passion.

The look on his face made me feel very sexy, desirable, and horny. I looked between his slightly spread legs and could detect the definite bulge of his manhood. Perhaps it even grew in the brief moment that I watched before returning my gaze to his eyes.

He had sexy eyes, clear blue and honest. And they were looking at me in a way that made me feel powerful. As though he would lose himself in the soft curves of my body, he stared hungrily and helplessly at the same time. I had him, he was mine, I could make him do anything for me...

When he spoke, his voice was a desperate rasp. "Please come sit beside me, Katie," he said.

I liked the sound of desperation and earnest desire in his voice. I liked that he was desperate to have me, to kiss me, to touch me. I paused standing in front of him, letting him look, making him want me.

I twirled slowly to let him see my uncovered bottom through the sheer robe. When I faced him again, I struck a little girl pose and in a little girl voice I said, "You like?"

He nodded ardently, "More than you can imagine," he gasped.

I felt powerful, as previously stated, and since I was more than a decade his senior, I thought I should be able to make some demands.

"Well, mister," I said coyly, "It seems that I have very little on, but you're fully clothed..." I put my hands on my hips, spread my feet, and stood still, looking at him. Waiting for him to obey.

He jumped to his feet, kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks, and removed his shirt. He was trim and nicely muscled, with just a little chest hair between his big pectoral muscles. 

"Very nice," I said, "But I'm only wearing underwear. I think you should do the same..."

It's always nice to watch a man unbuckle his belt, unfasten his pants, and pull down his zipper. It's just so 'male' and full of promise. He let his slacks fall to the floor and kicked them away.

And he was breathtaking.

He had very muscular legs, which I adore. He wore white boxer-briefs that clung to every curve of firm muscle, and I especially liked how the pouch clung to his genitals. 

Big, long, thick, were the words I would use to describe the shape of his penis beneath the stretchy fabric. I could only think that his testes, nestled behind his stiffening shaft, would best be described as full and heavy.

He sat back down on the sofa and patted the seat next to him. I now considered him equally dressed as me, well almost, as close as he could be without being nude.

I slowly sat next to him, then I swiveled and laid my torso in his lap. He expertly caught my neck and shoulders to give me some support, and lowered his lips to mine. He began kissing me with real passion and I returned his kiss. I hate using superlatives, but there's just nothing like having a man's attention when he is passionately aroused and filed with hunger and desire.

I like being kissed by a hungry man. He was forceful, but not ungentle as he slipped his tongue past my eager lips to plunder my mouth. With his right arm around my neck, he maneuvered his right hand to my right breast, which he began to gently but firmly feel. His left hand moved to my left breast, beneath the robe, I hadn't been so well-kissed and well felt-up in many years. It was wonderful.

It felt good to have strong male hands on my breasts, feeling, touching, exploring. Then his fingers began to search out my nipples, and finding them, I felt gentle pinching and twisting. A soft moan of real pleasure escaped my lips as my erect nipples sent shockwaves of gratification straight to my groin.

My hands were on his chest, feeling the strength of his muscles, the rasp of his breathing, and the strong beating of his heart. He was like a powerful animal, holding himself back from the edge of lust - keeping his real desires at bay so as to be gentle with me. I liked that - all his constrained strength and power tempered by his appreciation for the softness of my body.

It felt like he wanted to possess me, to make me his own, and I knew that he would do just that soon enough. In the meantime, I had to make sure he was pleased with me.

I began to pinch his nipples. Hard. Men are strong beasts and a girl has to use some force to get their attention. His turn to moan into our kiss.

His right hand continued to maul my breast and nipple, much to my delight, but his left hand departed the softness of my breast and began to caress its way down my chest to my tummy.

Oh, my, I thought, he's going to touch my pussy, and I kissed him with encouraging vigor. I remembered that I had shaved completely bare and was glad of it. I knew he'd like what he found when my thong finally came off. 

Even now, I was dripping wet. I could feel the well-lubricated 'squishiness' between my legs, as my vagina was crying out, "enough foreplay - bring on the cock!".

But I had other plans. I wanted the journey to intercourse to be fully exploratory and fully enjoyed by both of us. I was patient.

As his fingertips reached the waistband of the tiny thong and passed onto the narrow swath of fabric barely covering my mons, it felt like electricity was shocking my groin area. Then his fingertips found my cleft, and he slipped a single finger between my puffy vulva to find the aroused and erect bud of my clitoris.

I gasped loudly, unable to hide or control my reaction as he began to wiggle his finger against my pleasure nub, driving me into a passionately kissing, gasping, wiggling woman. My thighs parted of their own accord to give him greater access, and his fingers delved more fully. My vulva and labia were fully felt up and were swelling in response to his firm and manly touch.

He broke the kiss and started pushing the waistband of my thong down. I couldn't resist, not that I wanted to, but I felt helpless to stop him from pulling down my panties. It was a good feeling to be so forcefully exposed. 




Selling Myself



My legs moved and bent a little to help him, and once he got my panties below my knees, my thighs spread wide for him without me giving it any thought. 

My face was buried in his chest, my breathing ragged as he continued to maul my right breast, pinching my nipple firmly and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. His left hand was fully between my spread thighs, being equally aggressive as he explored my pussy.

He pushed first one, and then two, fingers into my sopping wet vagina, sliding in forcefully but easily as I moaned submissively. Once he had two fingers in, he began to massage my G-spot, taking me immediately to a high plateau of pleasure.

He got his thumb wet in my juices, and then proceeded to rub it in slow circles atop my clitoris. He said, "Oh Katie, your pussy is so soft and beautiful and you are so wet..."

That was it.

I came. Loud and long and with wild abandon. He kept playing with my pussy and I kept writhing and moaning and coming. It must have lasted a full sixty seconds, and they were some of the best seconds of my life.

When I settled down, he was quick to slip his fingers out of me and merely cup my pussy possessively with his warm hand, giving firm pressure and no movement to over-stimulate me. He kissed me on the ear and whispered, "Ladies first." 

Through my delirium, I smiled.

His right hand relaxed from its attention to my nipple and went back to massaging my breast, and when I turned my head from his chest he kissed me. Calmly and gently he kissed me for a long time as I slowly recovered from my orgasm. It was a wonderful big juicy orgasm. I felt very light-headed.

He gave me a good five minutes to just lie there and rest. He would have given me longer, but it was me who stirred. I felt as though he had only removed the edge of my arousal, and now I wanted to get his genitals naked to I could look and touch.

I eased up to a sitting position and took hold of his waistband, nodding for him to lift up. I was careful to stretch the band out as much as I could to avoid discomfort to the big stiff penis that I then revealed.

Did I mention it was big? It certainly looked big to me. It seemed half again as long and thick as my husband's penis, and his testicles looked twice as big, bigger than I'd ever seen.

I shifted down the sofa and my head dropped to his groin. I've always liked testicles. Some girls don't care much for them, but I sure do. I held his cock out of the way with my right hand and began to slowly stroke him. I would deal with his stiffness in a minute.

My lips found the softness of his scrotum, and the firmness of his testicles beneath. With my left hand I lifted his testes to my lips and began to kiss and lick. I pulled first one then the other into my mouth and laved them with my tongue. I could barely get them in, as each testicle was a delightfully male mouthful.

I loved how he groaned his approval of my technique. I licked and sucked his big testes all the more urgently. When I had had my fill of his sperm-making equipment, I lifted up and looked at the dark pink swollen head of his gorgeous penis.

Tentatively, I put the his head to my mouth. I opened wide and was happy to find I could get it in. my mouth is not overly large, but his cock certainly was. I licked and sucked his head as I stroked that glorious man meat. I worked hard using every skill I had developed with my husband's cock, and also tried everything I had read in trashy magazines.

He seemed to like it because his hands went to the back of my head. It was amazing to feel his hands on me, guiding, controlling. With my left hand I continued to massage his testicles, reveling in the feel of their firm oblong shape wrapped in the soft folds of his scrotum.

He smelled so very male, and it was intoxicating. I knew then I would make him come in my mouth and that I would swallow his semen. I seldom did that for my husband, but I knew I wanted to do it for my handsome and well-endowed client.

I began to suck his cock harder and stroke it faster. I listened to his moans and noticed that his hips were gyrating involuntarily as he pushed my head down, trying to get more of his cock into my mouth.

I gagged a little and he lessened the pressure. 'Good boy', I thought.

Having his hands on my head was a rush. It was very obvious that he could, at any time, force his big hard shaft right down my throat and I wouldn't be able to stop him. It made me feel submissive and very feminine to be at his mercy in this way.

I was overwhelmed by the size and majesty of his enormous erect penis, its shape was perfect and it was so stiff like velvet-coated steel! I wanted his semen. I wanted him to cum in my mouth.

He began to gasp and moan more urgently and I knew I would have him. His hips bucked twice, driving his cock deeper into my mouth and almost making me gag, and suddenly his entire body stiffened like one big muscle.

He made a guttural noise in his throat, very sexy and male and animalistic, and then I felt the first spurt of semen fill my mouth. He spurted many times, holding my head still so that I could not escape even if I had wanted to. I kept up stroking and sucking and swallowing as best I could as he kept on ejaculating into my mouth. The slimy fluid went easily down my throat as I swallowed as greedily as possible, but there was so much that I dribbled a bit.

When he was finally done, his body fell back completely relaxed and his hands fell to his sides. I continued gently stroking, occasionally rewarded with another drop or two of his precious fluid, which I dabbed at with my tongue. In the meantime, I licked his shaft, his belly, and his testicles to make sure he was clean and that I had gotten every last drop of his semen.

I could feel his penis begin to soften as it throbbed in my hand and under my gentle tongue.

I eventually laid his swollen but now-flexible penis down on his belly, but I kept on massaging his testicles. I didn't want to give up on having contact with his big beautiful genitals. He caressed my head and back as I lay with my cheek on his thigh. I looked back and forth between admiring his sated genitals and his beautiful face.

He smiled at me, "You are amazing, Katie," he said, "I've never cum so hard before."

"Thank you, kind sir," I said, "believe me, the pleasure was all mine. I've never had a man spurt so much, and never had my hands on such a big penis. You're very impressive down here, Brett, very impressive."

He smiled, leaning back and reaching down to fondle my breast. I moved a little to give him more access for a better feel and just kept gently massaging his wonderful testes. I was fascinated by them.

I couldn't help myself. I asked, "If it's not too personal a question, how big is your penis?"

He smiled and whispered, "Eight and a half inches, erect."

Oh my, I thought. That is big. And it's so thick too, almost as thick as my wrist. My husband's penis was about five inches long, very pretty and nicely shaped. But Brett's penis was mammoth by comparison.

I've often thought how nice it is that a man's reproductive organs are outside of their bodies - that way us girls can look at them and touch them any time we want. After all, a man can't really fondle our vaginas easily, nor can they touch our uteruses or ovaries. Our plumbing is all hidden nicely inside our tummies, whereas a boy's plumbing is right out in the open...

I kissed his testicles and his penis and sat up, looking him in the eyes.

I said, "Perhaps we should go lie down on the bed..."

He surprised me by just standing up with me in his arms, lifting me like I was a feather. It made an accidental squeal of surprise and glee jump from my lips. He carried me to the bedroom, kicked the door fully open, and set me down ever so gently on the bed.

I laid on my back, letting my arms fall above my head with my legs close together. I watched him look at me. His eyes made the circuit up and down my entire length and it was like I could feel the caress of his gaze. 

He reached down and gently opened my robe so that it covered nothing, and gave me the twice-over again.

It was giving me goose bumps.

His gaze came to rest at the juncture of my tummy and thighs. I knew what he was looking at. I am proud of my fat vulva lips, and I wanted him to see them in all their pale pink glory, so I parted my thighs a bit to make sure he had a good view.

I heard him mutter, "magnificent," and I was quite pleased.

I was also pleased to see that big penis of his was already waking back up, throbbing again toward erection.

I knew that having already ejaculated once, he would have increased stamina once he began to fuck me. I stared at his penis, plumping itself up into a big powerful cock once more. When he was fully erect, I spread my thighs wide and raised my knees.

"Brett," I whispered, "take me slowly, honey, I haven't had a man of your...size in me before."

"Yes, Ma'am," he smiled as he crawled between my thighs with that look on his face that men get when they're about to enter you. It's a dark look, full of possessive intent, and it sent chills up my spine.

When he was in position, I started to reach down to guide him and he gently batted my hand away. "Keep your hands over your head, no matter what Katie. I want you to completely surrender and let me take you the way I want to."

I obediently stretched my arms above my head, trusting him to be as gentle as he could with me. What he just said made me so hot! I imagined being tied down, and it was thrilling. I'd never thought much about bondage, but his big muscles and big penis just wreaked of male dominant power and made me swoon.

I felt the fat, blunt tip of his massive head as he rubbed it all over my labia. Up and down, from vaginal opening to clitoris again and again. My hips began to wiggle and chase his cock, trying to capture it in my vagina. I moaned with frustration as he teased me.

"Shhh," he whispered, "Be a good girl and lie still for me. I want you to surrender completely to me." He leaned forward so that we were cheek to cheek, his powerful chest against my naked breasts, and the tip of his head found its mark again. Only the first inch of his glans pressed in and stretched my vagina. A lot. I gasped.

He whispered in my ear, "Good girl, you can take it, just breathe deeply."

He pressed against me a little more and I felt the ridge of his head sink past my opening, causing me to shudder and whimper at the exquisite mixture of surprise, a little pain, and more than a little pleasure. My body wanted to wiggle so badly - I was torn between the desire to eject the potentially painful invader and to push up and drive his entire cock into my wanton flesh in one smooth penetration. But I forced myself to be a good girl and remain calm as I tried to hold still for my lover. 

I mean, client.

"There, that's my good girl, just hold still and breathe," he said. I obeyed and took deep breaths. They did seem to help. "Just relax and get used to the feeling. I'm going to go deeper into you soon, so you need to adjust quickly." His words sent another round of shivers down my spine.

Deeper, he said. Into me. Oooh, yes, please!

I felt one of his hands grip both of my wrists and hold them above my head and it drew a startled moan from my throat. It was both frightening and amazing as I felt truly helpless, being pinned to the mattress by this powerful man as he gave me his enormous penis. 

Moans and whimpers of pleasure kept escaping my lips as he held me down with his vastly superior size and strength.

With his lips against my ear, he whispered, "I'm going to press into you a little deeper now. Are you ready?"

I couldn't speak. I nodded.

His body slipped downward at the hip, pressing another inch or two into me. It felt like a drain pipe and I groaned. Thank God I was so wet. I panted, taking short little breaths and squirmed under him, trying to release my wrists from his grip and escape the feeling of being rent in two by his further penetration.

My efforts were fruitless, my wrists remained easily in his grasp, his big chest still pressed against my breasts to hold my body down, and moving my hips only served to force a little more of his penis inside me. I whimpered in defeat and moaned helplessly at my predicament. I felt so full that I would burst at any moment. 

Of course, deep down, I was loving this more than I'd ever dreamed!

He whispered again, "I need you to lie still, Katie, just try to relax and let me do all the work."

I nodded, relaxing my body and whispering, "Yes..."

He let me rest and breathe a few moments, and then he said, "Ok, gorgeous, are you ready for a little more?"

I whimpered against his cheek, but I found myself nodding 'yes' again. 

He whispered, "Relax, you sexy thing," and he pushed more of himself into me until I could feel the head of his penis pressed against my cervix. Yet another revelation. I'd never felt it before and it was very erotic and sensual to have my womb kissed by a man's penis.

I was breathing raggedly, and in the back of my mind, amazed that he was so patient and gentle, even while having such complete domination of my body. I appreciated it.

My hips wiggled slightly, exploring the feeling of his cock against my cervix. It was amazing, wonderful, frightening. I loved it!

I finally found words to ask, "are you all the way in?". 

"No, there's still a little bit more," he said. "We'll wait a minute so you can adjust, and then I'll get all the way in."

"Oh God..." I muttered as the thought that there was more of him still left. I didn't know how I could possibly take it...

He waited until I had calmed down, and as I did so, he released my wrists and eased his body up from me a little. I was able to look down and see that there was still about an inch of the shaft of his cock still visible. It looked so thick I was amazed that I was able to accommodate him at all.

Most of the pain was gone, my vagina having adjusted to accommodate him, and all that was left was a wonderful feeling of fullness as he pressed against my cervix. It was intoxicatingly sensual. I wanted the rest of him in me. 

I wanted to feel that big cock thrusting into me. I was already proud to have taken him thus far and I wanted the pride of taking all of him into me.

With his handsome face just above mine, he caressed my cheek with one hand as he spoke. "I want you to wrap your legs and arms around me, Katie. I want to kiss you, and I want you to pull me the rest of the way into you. You can do it at your own pace, ok?"

"Ok," I said, wrapping my limbs around him. 

He bent his neck and began to kiss me with passion, giving me his tongue. I started to use my legs to pull him in and it felt uncomfortable, but not too bad. 

I pulled in small bursts, just drawing a bit more of him into me a breath at a time. It felt so good to have his tongue in my mouth and his cock in my pussy. I felt plundered, possessed, and so very well penetrated.

I pulled again and again, gasping with each effort, moaning into his mouth, and making progress. Finally I felt his pubic bone touch mine.

"Yessss..." I whispered in victory. I could feel my uterus shifted up, as though all the organs in my body had to move to allow him to enter me completely. I could feel his cock throbbing with his heartbeat, so big, so foreign, so manly. He was touching me in places that had never been touched.

He started to grind his hips in a slow circle, stretching me even more. My head shook from side to side as he pressed his stiff cock around, making more room inside me.

He started to push forward tight against me, moving into me fractions more. Each movement felt so forceful as his cock ploughed space inside me.

My mind was a mess. Words just flashed across my consciousness. Big cock. Deep. Thick. Oh God.

Slowly, I felt him begin to withdraw, and in my growing emptiness there was disappointment in my body. Then just as slowly, he moved back into me again and my body was happier again.

With each piston-like movement of his hips above mine, he moved farther out, and then all the way in again until he had sheathed himself fully once again, making me moan.

The speed of his movements slowly increased over time until he was really thrusting in me. My body was shaking and I could feel the beginnings of a rise to orgasm. I was panting and gasping at each powerful thrust.

He got up to a good pace. A relentless pace. The kind of pace that makes a girl feel like she will go out of her mind if it continues, and die if it stops.

His inward thrusts became more powerful, and I felt the fat head of his cock pound deeper against my cervix, demanding that I give him more room inside me. Demanding that I take his cock.

I began to writhe and gasp and moan and whimper uncontrollably in response to the urgent, persistent plundering of my body. His long thick penis just kept banging me. He was really fucking me with the big cock of his. He was grunting with his thrusts. He was an animal.

Oh God, it was wonderful.

He lifted my legs over his shoulders and plunged even deeper into me. I was so completely penetrated with every thrust that I felt like his big stiff penis was in my throat. He thrust harder and harder.

I heard my voice cry out, "Fuck me harder.... Yesss..... fuck me..... ooooohhhhh..... so much cock.... So deep... big cock.... Fuck me.... Fuck, fuck, fuck... fuck me!!!!!"

The orgasm that took over my body was massive. I shook and screamed and came. I'd never come from mere intercourse before, but the emotional response from having such a big cock pounding into me made up for the scant clitoral stimulation.

I writhed under him and he just kept up his pace of fucking me so hard, so deep, so relentless, as I kept on coming. Peak after peak, I came.

In the midst of my orgasm, even though I thought it was not possible, he fucked me harder.

I had no control, no conscious mind. I wanted to be rent in two by his cock. I wanted him deeper. I wanted him to come in me.

My voice cried out again. "Come in me.... Fuck me and come in me... I want it.... I need it.... Fuck me.... Come inside me now....! ooohhhh!"

And with a massive, powerful few thrusts, he grunted a guttural sound deep in his chest, and did just that.

I could feel him throb in me, and suddenly the head of his cock was more slippery and warmer. Again and again he ejaculated directly upon the mouth of my cervix, bathing me in sperm-rich semen until I was juicy and gushing with his come inside me.

He kept thrusting his big cock, spurting again and again, making me all slippery inside.

It made me orgasm again, this feeling of enormous slippery spurting cock, as he banged on my cervix with abandon.

Thrust, hold, spurt, withdraw. Again and again.

It was perfect.

I came to my senses with a big, sweating man on top of me, breathing like a rhino after a marathon. I could feel his penis still inside me, giving and occasional throb, but it was softening.

His weight on me, pinning me down with his sated penis inside me, felt wonderful and natural.

I felt like a woman. Pleased with herself for having completely exhausted a man.

I did my job well, I thought, as I caressed his big muscular back with my hands.

After some time, he seemed to stir a bit, and I whispered in his ear, "You were amazing..."

He lifted his face, smiled, and kissed me.

"You are a truly amazing woman. You completely drained me and used me all up." He pretended to pout and I giggled happily.

I patted him on the head and said, "Well, you were a good boy and I can't help it if you're exhausted. It just happens to boys sometimes."

He slid off of me and laid against me with his head on my breasts, breathing softly and contentedly. My pussy seemed displeased to now be left empty and alone, but the stretched and tingling sensation was still there as I pressed my thighs together.




Selling Myself



I could feel rivers of semen leaking out and dripping onto my bottom as I lay in his arms contentedly smiling to myself. I had just had sex for fifteen hundred dollars. And I had been well and truly fucked. By a handsome young man. With his big beautiful cock.

I was happy.

We dosed together off and on. Finally I slipped from underneath him and took a quick shower, emerging nude from the bathroom to go find my panties on the sofa. As I walked, I realized I had a very stretched out and bow legged feeling. It made me smile. 

I dressed and straightened up as well as I could and I found fifteen hundred on the dresser laid out for me.

I pulled a blanket up over my sleeping client, taking just a moment for last-minute admiration of his cute bottom, and to take a last lingering look at his testicles between his spread thighs.

I kissed him lightly on the cheek and whispered, "Good night and sleep well, Brett."

I silently left the room, and went to retrieve my car, feeling very satisfied with myself. As I passed the reception area, I wondered if they must know that I am an escort on her way home, finished with her client.

I didn't mind. I was proud.

When I got home, I pulled off the dress, kicked off the shoes, and flopped onto the bed falling almost immediately into blissful sleep.

Saturday morning I was in the bathtub at nine o'clock, trying to work out some kinks and a few aches and pains from my athletic adventures.

I was full of conflicting feelings. Guilt vs. exhilaration. Fear vs. excitement. Soreness vs. the desire to have another date with a client right away. Love for my husband vs. allowing a client to ejaculate inside my body.

Obviously I was confused, but I felt strangely happy, satisfied, and smug.

Caroline called and I gave her the play by play. She was very happy and excited for me. She marveled when I told her about his...endowment. She was jealous. I was smug. That conversation made me feel more confident to continue as an escort.

Robert called and we talked for an hour. In a nutshell, Brett had informed him that he was smitten with me and wanted me again soon. He wanted to become one of my 'regulars'. Robert was very, very pleased when Brett asked what it would cost to have me to himself for a full weekend. I wondered if I'd survive a weekend with Brett, but I was pleased too, and mentioned that it wasn't out of the question.

My husband was due home that night, but would be leaving again next Wednesday, so I told Robert I would be available to entertain another client that weekend. He was again pleased.

Well, that's how it all started, and that was three years ago today. In the past three years, I have kept a diary, detailing my liaisons with more than 70 clients, and how I manage my "magic eleven" regulars. And yes, Brett is still one of my boys. In fact, I'll be seeing him Saturday afternoon...

I hope to write more about my experiences with clients, and my double life as a wife/mother, and well paid escort. But I've got to get into the shower now. I have a date tonight.

Sincerely,

Katie