15 comments/ 224432 views/ 59 favorites Empty Rooms By: Ickenboffer Part I - Prelude "Bing! Bong!" The doorbell jolted me out of my Sudoku puzzle trance. I quickly tightened my robe around me as I made my way to the front door. I was expecting a caller, but it was a little earlier than we had agreed - about 25 minutes early. I opened the door to the smiling face of what looked at first glance to be a teenager about 5 foot nothing, short blond hair, nice shapely body under a sweater and t-shirt combo with a short, tight black skirt, black fishnet panty hose, 3 inch spike heels and a poorly painted face. I recognized her about the same time she recognized me. I knew her as a waitress from the small Chinese restaurant that I frequented on occasion - more often now that my wife had died. "Hi!" she said brightly, "Mrs. B sent me." "Uhh..." I stammered as I tried to catch up with the conversation. This girl, whose name was Bobby I recalled, worked in the family oriented restaurant not far away and was a friend of the proprietor's daughter. The daughter had just graduated a year ago from high school and was now going to college and Bobby was taking a year off to earn some money to go to college too. "Err..." What was confusing was that Mrs. B. was the owner of an escort service that I had called earlier that day. Bobby's smile slipped a little as she asked, "Can I come in?" "Um.. yeah, sure.. absolutely... come on in!" I stepped aside and Bobby entered. I closed the door after she had stepped in. "You seem surprised." "Um... yeah. Well I wasn't expecting... um... someone I know... and um... so young..." I had said to Mrs. B that I wanted someone young, but young to someone like me at age 57 didn't mean jailbait. I was expecting someone in their late 20's or early 30's. "I'm 19 and almost 20. That's old enough isn't it?" Bobby said with a concerned look on her face. "Yeah... well sure... Look, would you like a drink? I would!" "Sure, what have you got?" "Just about anything you could want - I am going to have some Scotch." "Ok, I've never had it before, but I'll try it." " Are you sure? I have beer, wine, coolers whatever..." "No, the scotch is fine, thanks." "Go on in and sit down in the front room. I will get your drink and we can chat a bit." Bobby put her purse on the table by the door and went to find a chair while I went to the kitchen to get the drinks. It gave me some time to think about the situation. My call to Mrs. B. had brought up a cute young thing, but so young and I knew her slightly. She was wearing too much make-up and high heels that really didn't suit her, but the tight black skirt and t-shirt outfit showed her bust and hips to good advantage. She certainly was cute with her short blond hair and her little mouth like a small O in middle of her round face. Those lips would be stretched tight around my cock. But so young. My call to Mrs. B. had been in desperation. My wife had passed away after my early retirement at 55. The funeral had been quick but the change in lifestyle had made me numb and I had stumbled through life trying to find something to latch onto. One day while surfing the net I had come across a list of escort services in the area. Today I had called just to see what it would be like. Along came Bobby. Mrs. B. had asked some questions about preferences. The only ones I said I was keen on were young and shapely. Someone not too jaded with the profession. Along came young, shapely, naive Bobby. I took the drinks into the front room. I had poured about an ounce for Bobby and a triple for myself. "Here you go," I said, handing her her drink. "Careful, it's strong. This scotch is quite smooth but you will probably want to sip it slowly." I took a small sip to follow the larger one I had taken in the kitchen. I watched as Bobby sipped a little of the drink and swallowed it down. Her eyes widened a little but she licked her lips with her pink tongue and commented, "It is strong! But I like the way it sort of burns on the way down." "So how long have you worked for Mrs. B.?" I asked. "About two weeks. I have only had two clients. They both wanted blow jobs so it wasn't too hard. I haven't had any other calls though there may be a pool party this weekend." "What got you into it?" "Well. I don't make much at the restaurant, though the tips are sometimes good - like when you come in," she smiled at me, "and I have been having sex for about 4 years now and have let a number of boys get in my pants. I have always enjoyed sex and when Mrs. B. approached me I thought why not try it." She sipped her scotch again. "It has been Ok so far though those two guys didn't care about me, they just wanted to get their rocks off." "So you haven't had much experience in the business." "Nope, but Mrs. B. gave me a number of pointers and makes me go to a doctor once every month and gives me a week off once a month. She also lets me keep any tips and pays me half of what I get. I guess you said you want me for the whole evening so that will be $300. She said she was giving you a good rate 'cause it is your first time." She paused. "So what do you want me to do?" "Let's get the money out of the way first. There is an envelope on the table by the door. You can pick it up with your purse. Is there anything that you won't do?" "Well... Mrs. B says I have to use a condom always even though I am on the pill 'cause of disease and I hate condoms. But I haven't found anything else yet." She took a sip of her drink and looked at me fiercely, "Oh, If I tell you stop something 'cause it hurts, you have to stop." I smiled. "I think that can be arranged. Now what do you say, before we start, you do two things for me. Get rid of those silly shoes that you can't walk properly in, before you break an ankle. Then go into the bathroom, lose the panty hose and wash your face. That is some of the worst makeup I have ever seen." Bobby giggled. "Ok. I don't like it either, but Mrs. B says it makes me look older." She bounced out of her chair, nearly falling in the 3 inch high spike heels and headed to the table by the door. There, she removed the shoes, put the envelope in her purse - which was big enough to hold a change of clothes - and padded off down the hall to the bathroom. I sat back and finished my scotch. Then I took a deep breath and began to wonder what I had got into. Bobby was younger than my daughter. When Bobby returned she looked much better. Gone was the garish purple lipstick, red rouge and green eyes. She was walking barefoot and seemed to bounce across the floor instead of teeter. "Is this better?" "You bet!" I smiled at her. "And now, can you dance for me?" I got up and went to turn the lights down and put some slow oldies rock songs on the stereo. I sat again and continued, "Something slow and sexy. Run your hands all over your body..." Bobby smiled and closed her eyes. She slowly began to sway to the music. Her hands remained at her sides for a moment, then began to play with the hem of her short skirt. Slowly she moved her hands up her sides, pulling her tight skirt up so that I could almost see her panties - if she was wearing any. Then her hands dropped the skirt and moved further up, crossing over each other at her belly button. Then she was hugging herself with her arms pressed tightly against her breasts. She turned now, so her back was to me. I could see her hands slowly caressing her back and shoulders. One hand came up and caressed the back of her head and her neck, the other went down and caressed her shapely bottom. With a small flourish, she spun around and her hands went back to her belly button. Slowly both hands rose to fondle a breast each. They slid over her top then back down, then cupped, held and presented them to me as she leaned forward a little. I think I was drooling at this point. I know I was as hard as rock. One hand continued to fondle a breast while the other slipped up to her face and began to caress her cheeks, her eyes, her hair and ears. One finger extended from her hand and her mouth opened in invitation. The finger went in and came out, moist and wet. Still she fondled her breast. The moist finger moved down across the other breast and down across her belly button, and under the waist of her skirt. Bobby's hips had never stopped the gentle swaying motion, now her feet moved further apart as her hand disappeared under her skirt. I heard a sudden gasp as she obviously touched herself. Just then, the song ended and another slow song began. "Take off your sweater," I whispered. With some reluctance her hand came out of her skirt and fumbled for the hem of her sweater. Her other hand slid down her body to cross over the first and grab the hem on the other side of her waist. Slowly, hips still swaying to the music, she lifted the sweater over her head and off, revealing a tight white t-shirt. Through the t-shirt I could see the outline of a black bra caressing her breasts and barely holding in the nipples that pointed at me. She tossed the sweater in my direction from high above her head. It landed, warm and soft, in my lap. Her hands slowly came down to straighten her hair and skim over the skin of her face and neck - down to play with her breasts again. One hand dipped lower still, seeking and finding the waist of the skirt. Again I heard a gasp as she touched herself. "Take off the shirt..." She looked at me and licked her lips with her pink tongue. Then once again her hands crossed at her waist and she drew the t-shirt up. The clear expanse of her taut young stomach appeared slowly, her belly button, the bottom of her ribcage, her sternum, the bottom of her black lace bra. She paused here, with her elbows locked in the shirt, hands holding the bottom level with her mouth. She looked me in the eye as if to ask if I wanted her to continue. I nodded, unable to speak. The shirt rose again, uncovering the whole bra. Her elbows squeezed her breasts together and lifted them within the cups of the bra. Lifting her shirt off her head shook her breasts down to bounce lightly into place as she freed her hands. The shirt drifted into my lap, again soft and warm. She shook her head to rearrange her hair as she brought her hands down her face and down her neck. Now she was caressing the flawless bare skin of her chest; now pinching the nipples of her breasts through her bra. Again one hand slid lower over her bare stomach, down past her belly button and into the hem of her skirt. The other hand slid into her bra and cupped one sharply pointed breast. "Show me how wet you are..." The hand at her waist band dug deeper as she spread her legs a little further apart. Her eyes closed, she took a deep breath and her mouth became a little circle. I could see a simple in - out movement of her hand below her waistband. Then she slowly removed her hand from her skirt and showed me three glossy, dripping fingers. "Lick them..." Her eyes widened. She missed a single beat of the music, her mouth opened as if to speak... "Clean them off... with your tongue..." "I never..." "Clean them - it won't hurt," I said with a smile. She looked at her fingers, still glossy and wet. She slowly reached to her mouth and touched the end of her tongue to her finger tip. She tasted herself then licked again, a bigger slurp this time. "It tastes sort of salty..." another lick, "not too bad." All three fingers went into her mouth as she sucked her own juices. "Do it again." The hand went back under her waistband. Again I could see the in-out movement beneath her skirt. This time the hand came out and went straight into her mouth. She licked and sucked on her fingers as she looked at me. Her other hand was still stuck in her bra, massaging her breast. "Lose the skirt," I hissed. Bobby moved both hands to her waistband. One hand went behind her to where I knew there was a short zipper. The other hand smoothed the material in the front of the skirt across her pubic region. There was a slight movement in the waistband as the button came loose and as the zipper was opened. Bobby spread her legs a little and slowly turned around to the music. The skirt slid down an inch or so exposing the top of her black lace panties. She bent at the waist when I could see the zipper. She bent all the way over so she could look at me between her legs. By moving her ass around, she caused the skirt to slip lower and lower over what I could see now were black lace boy-shorts. Bobby's hands were gliding over the skin on the backs of her legs and down to her ankles. She wiggled her ass again and the skirt slipped another inch. What an ass! Smooth, so smooth and round. The play of muscles under the skirt emphasized the tight buns that were hidden now only by the tightly stretched lacy covering of her boy-shorts. Her hands reached up and pulled the skirt down to the floor. She stood and stepped out of the skirt. Turning, she flicked the skirt into my lap with her toes to join her other clothes. She smiled as her hands kneaded her breasts beneath the matching black lace bra and she pushed her hips out toward me. Then one hand slipped into her panties to once again come out covered with juices. She offered the glistening fingers to me then quickly brought them back to her own mouth to suck on. I put her clothes on the floor beside my chair. "Come here. Straddle my lap. Put your hands on my shoulders and keep them there." It was my turn now. I brushed my fingers lightly over her skin. I started at her shoulders and worked my way down her arms and back to her shoulders. Then up and over her face, behind her ears, through her hair, around her neck, down her chest - carefully skipping her bra - over her stomach, and down the parts of her legs I could reach. Not a blemish to be found, no tattoos to mar the beauty of her naked skin. "Turn around now, put your hands on the arms of the chair." Again, my fingers lightly brushed her skin. Shoulders first, arms, neck, ears, hair, neck, upper back, miss the bra, middle back, miss the boy-shorts, upper thighs and knees. Again, no tattoos, no blemishes. Beautiful. I put my palms flat on her lower back and rubbed upward until I came to her bra strap. I slipped the catch and continued to rub upward. I could feel the weight of her breasts as they were released from the confines of the cups. I pushed the straps down off her shoulders onto her arms. Bobby moved to get rid of the bra. "Don't move!" I said, "I'll get it." She relaxed. I moved my hands up her arms and massaged her neck muscles for a few moments. Then I slid my hands down under her arms and around her chest to cup her newly freed breasts from below. My thumbs and forefingers found her nipples and I pinched them lightly. I heard her draw a quick breath as she threw her head back and pushed her breasts into my caressing hands. I could get lost in the feel of those breasts. They were not huge, but just a nice hand full. They didn't sag at all. The nipples stuck out proudly. And the texture was delightful - not too soft and sagging, but not hard like implants - just that firm fleshy feel of youth. I wrenched my hands away from those wonderful orbs to slide them down her arms to the ends of the bra straps. I lifted her hands off the arms of the chair and removed her bra. I tossed on top of her other clothes. "Suck me now, slowly, gently, I don't want to come yet." Bobby slipped down to the floor as I unwrapped the robe from around my waist. My iron hand poker popped up between us as she turned and licked the tip. She looked up at me as she licked the head of my rod. Round and round and finally into her mouth. The first time she took me deep into her mouth I thought I would come. I wasn't going to be able to hold off. "Oh, fuck it, make me come... I am just about there..." More delightful licking; a quick suck on each of my balls. Once again deep into her mouth. Twice more and suddenly I was coming - spurting cream into her sucking little mouth - shot after shot - more cum than I could recall in years - the most intense cum since I was 20. I closed my eyes in satisfaction and collapsed deeper into the chair. Bobby swallowed and gently licked the remaining juices from my cock and balls. "Was that good? You sure came fast." "Holy shit! Was that good! The best! I just hope I can get it up again." "I can help," suggested Bobby, as she began to suck again. Gently, I pushed her head away. "I need to rest for a bit. How about if I do it for you?" "What? You want to eat me? No one has done that for me yet." "No one?" "Nope. Usually I would suck my boyfriend off and he would finger me or we would do it missionary. Once I got on top of him but there isn't much space in the back of a car." "Wow, another first! So get up here and sit on the edge of the chair. I will kneel between your legs now. But first, let me get those panties off!" Bobby stood and I reached to grab the waistband of her boy-shorts. Quickly I slid them down her legs, baring her lightly downed, blonde pussy. The hair was matted with her juices. Her panties were soaked. We awkwardly changed place so she could sit and spread her legs. I knelt on the floor between her feet. I reached up and grabbed her head, drawing it down to me, I kissed her lips, tasting my cum in her mouth, then moved down to her breasts. I sucked each nipple for a moment or two before slowly dragging my tongue down through her bellybutton to the top of her bush. My hands were running up and down the outside of her thighs, up her sides to her breasts. My tongue found her slit about the same time as my hands reached her nipples - which I began to squeeze. I ran my tongue up and down her slit, purposely staying away from her clit. My left hand massaged her breasts while my right slid down to join my tongue in her slit. I found her opening and quickly inserted two fingers into a very wet slippery cunt. My tongue found her clit and she moaned loudly. I thrust three fingers in and out, increasing the tempo of my tongue as I did. Bobby was vibrating on my hand, I could feel her back arching and her hands pushed my face harder into her clit. I wiggled my little finger to soak it into the copious quantity of pussy juice as her back arched and she moaned loudly. I pinched a nipple hard, drove the three fingers in hard and as deep as I could, bit down on her clit, and plunged my slippery little finger into her asshole. She exploded. Her butt came off the chair seat as several spasms went through her legs. Her hands nearly crushed my head into her clit and her head went back so that she was suspended only the back of her head and her heels on the floor. I continued to lick her clit until she folded up in a foetal position on the seat cushion and pushed me away. I sat on the floor with my back to the chair, resting my head on the arm. "Oh my god! Oh my god! That was awesome... totally fucking awesome... oh my god! I've never cum that hard before... oh my god." How to make an old man feel good. Two arms slowly crept around my neck and a soft set of lips kissed my ear, my cheek and my nose. My pecker was beginning to rise again. Bobby whispered in my ear, "Thanks, that was great..." She kissed my lips, once again tasting herself. "There is more to come. What say we take a warm shower, have another drink and test out the bedroom?" "Ok." I stood and offered her my hand to help her out of the chair. She pulled herself up and gave me a hug. The feel of her naked breasts pushing into my chest kept me at half mast. We disengaged and I steered her down the hallway to the bathroom. Some years ago, I had enlarged the bathroom to include a soaker tub and a walk-in wheelchair accessible shower. There were three shower heads at one end, a seat at the other and a handheld spray. My wife and I had found it wonderful for showers for two. Empty Rooms "Oh, wow! This looks cool!" Bobby said as I turned on the sprays and adjusted the temperature. She stepped in and ducked her head under one of the jets to get her hair wet. I stepped in behind her. I grabbed the soap and reached around her to soap up her breasts. The feel of her pert nipples sliding deliciously under my hands as I spread the soap brought me to full mast. I pressed my hard-on into her backside. Bobby giggled. She reached behind her and began to stroke my cock slowly. I slipped a finger down to her soft downy cunt and played with the hairs there. Slowly I pushed the finger into her slit and moved it back and forth. She put one hand on the wall and leaned forward. This allowed me to play with a breast and tweak her clit at the same time. Bobby moaned as I slipped a second finger in to play with the first. Bobby's cunt was dripping and not from the shower spray. I pushed two fingers in as far as I could reach. She spread her legs a little further apart. I pushed three fingers in and played with her clit with my thumb. "Ohh! That's good... keep it up... I am going... to cum!" I drilled her with two fingers while the others slipped up to her asshole and demanded entrance. "Ohh! Ohh!" I'm cumming..." Booby's body shook as her muscles jerked. My fingers were all the way up her cunt and ass as I pounded my hand in and out. "Eieee!! Uhh... Uhhh... Uh... Oh my god!" I slipped down to the floor of the shower and began to tongue her from behind. As I licked her asshole, she sank down to the floor too. I quickly turned her over and began to lick her clit with my tongue. She tried to push my head away but she was still moaning so I continued. Gradually the pushing became pulling. Before long my tongue brought her back to another intense orgasm that brought her back off the floor and her hands pulled me into her clit. I didn't stop. My hand went back to into her cunt and two fingers went to her ass. Gradually I worked them all in place as I licked her clit. Booby was writhing all over, splashing the walls and floor with the spay that was pelting down. She started with a high pitched scream that went on and on and slowly got louder. Suddenly the scream stopped her eyes opened and her body convulsed harder than it had yet. Then she dropped almost unconscious to the floor. Slowly I removed my hands and lifted her to the bench. When my arm went under her shoulders, she let her head rest gently on my shoulder. "Wow... that was... awesome... I've never cum like that before. You may have wrecked me for the night." "Oh no missy, You are not done yet. A short rest and then to my bed, but first let's finish washing up." Slowly and carefully I gently applied soap to her exhausted body being careful not to miss any of her orifices of pleasure. Then I quickly washed as she watched and rinsed off. I lifted her from the shower bench, turned off the water and grabbed some towels. I carefully dried Bobby's tight little body as she dried mine. Naked, we walked arm in arm to the bedroom. I deposited her on the bed and said, "I'll be back!" I went to the kitchen to get us each a drink, my hard-on leading the way. I stopped short in the door to the bedroom, caught by the sight of Bobby lying spread-eagled on my bed. Her blonde hair was on the pillow, her hands out beside it and her pert tits stood up nicely. Her flat belly was covered by a fine down of golden hairs that lead to her camel toe. Her narrow waist and tight thighs set off the rise of her mons with its thin hatch of blond curls. Her legs were stretched out and her toes wiggled slowly showing off their painted nails. She definitely looked edible. "Here is your drink," I said, "lift your head and I will put another pillow there so you can drink." "Umm... I feels so relaxed after that great cum..." She lifted her head and I propped it up with another pillow. I handed her her glass. She sipped at it slowly. "I could get to like this stuff." "Here, try this..." I dipped the head of my partially erect penis in my glass of scotch. Then I knee- walked up the bed to beside her face. She reached over with her mouth and took the head in. "Umm... that is even better." I dipped my dick again and presented it to her. Again she swallowed it in. "Here, lie down," she said, " I want to try something. I lay beside her. She poured a little of her scotch into my belly button. Some of the scotch dripped across my stomach. Quickly she licked it up and went back to the belly button with her tongue. After cleaning it all up she said, "That's the way to drink scotch!" I pushed her over on her back and poured a little scotch into her slit. I lifted her ass off the bed and dived in with my tongue leading the way. I scoured her slit with my tongue until I could no longer taste the scotch. "Umm, that does add a certain tang to it!" I was leaning over her so she dipped my prick in her scotch and drew it over her face. I poured another helping into her slit. We dived in to a 69 feast! After a few minutes of sucking, I was as hard as a rock. I decided it was time to fill her pussy with my cock. I turned around and poured the little remaining scotch on her face and in her mouth. Then I eagerly kissed and licked up the residue. As I licked, I slowly probed her pussy with my rod. I felt her hand guide me into her slit. With one sharp plunge I bottomed out in her cunt. She gasped. Her feet came up around my back as she helped me drill in and out of her pussy. I kept up this motion for a few minutes then whispered in her ear, "Get on your knees." I saw a look of surprise on her face. "I want to take you from behind." "Ok, I haven't done it that way before..." Quickly I withdrew my dripping rod and turned her so she was on her knees facing the wall mirror. "Watch yourself," I said, indicating the mirror. She watched as I thrust my steel shaft deep into her well oiled box. I grabbed her hips and watched her face as I plunged in and out, in and out. Her eyes were huge, her mouth was open and she grunted as she pushed back into each thrust. "Oh, I am going to come," she said. " Me... too..." I replied. "Right... fucking... now!" We both crashed into our orgasms, my seed flew into her nest, we both groaned, stiffened and collapsed. "Oops... forgot the condom..." Bobby murmured into the pillow. Several hours later I awoke to find an arm slung over my chest and a small blonde head tucked into the curve of my shoulder. I carefully drew up a sheet and went back to sleep. Part II - Bobby The doorbell roused me out of a deep sleep. A cold summer rain was pouring down outside. Muffled thunder could be heard occasionally. I looked over at the digital clock and saw that it was 2:58 in the morning. What the hell was someone at the door for at this time of night? The doorbell rang again. Slowly I got out of bed and grabbed my robe. I slipped it on as I made my way to the door. I switched on the outside light and looked through the peep hole. All I could see what a mop of soaking wet blond hair. Brushing my hair back to some semblance of normal, I opened the door. Standing on the step was a shivering, crying bundle of soaked hair, dripping clothes and bare feet. "Help me... please," whispered a quiet, shaking voice. I looked again at the bedraggled figure. There was a large bruise starting to discolour the left side of her face. There was a small cut in the bruise. The clothing she wore consisted of a man's shirt. It didn't look like there was anything underneath as I could clearly see her nipples under the wet cloth. One knee was scraped and her bare feet had mud and wet grass on them. It was Bobby. Quickly I slipped off my robe and wrapped her in it. "Get in here! You must be frozen! Go to the bathroom, I will be right behind you." I closed the door, locked it, turned out the front light and followed Bobby down the hall. In the bathroom I turned on the shower. "Drop the robe and get in here!" She stepped under the warm water and stood there. I unbuttoned the shirt and slipped it off her shoulders. "He hit me." "I can see that. You stay here and get warm." "He hit me." She burst into a fresh bout of tears." I went to the kitchen. I got a large glass of scotch and returned to the bathroom. "He hit me." "Yeah, you said that." "He was hurting me and I bit him when he wouldn't stop and he hit me." "Drink this." I dragged her out of the shower far enough that she could drink the scotch. She took a big swallow and coughed. I then sat her on the seat and pointed the shower heads at her. "He hit me and I was scared so I ran away." "Here have some more scotch. It will warm you up." She quickly gulped down another mouthful. "He followed me. He followed me out into the hall. The only thing I could grab was his shirt." More tears. The shivering had gone and she was sitting with her head back against the wall. "You're safe now." I went to get her another robe to put on. I took her by her hand and stood her up so I could towel her dry. Then I wrapped the robe around her and took her to my bed. I got into bed with her and held her tight. Gradually her sobs died away and she fell asleep. * * * I awoke the next morning with Bobby still clinging to me. In the early morning light her face was swollen and purple. One eye was nearly swollen shut. The small cut on her cheek had scabbed over and didn't look like it would leave a scar. I gently extricated myself from her and got out of bed. I went to the bathroom and did my morning routine. When I went back to the bedroom, she was still sleeping. I set out some things for her - toothbrush, dental floss, etc. and left her a robe. I dressed and went to make some breakfast. After eating, I checked her again and found her huddled in the bed quietly crying. I sat on the bed and cuddled her close. "So tell me about it." "Well, (sniff) you know I work for Mrs. B." "Yes..." "Well... (sniff, sniff) she sent me to this house last night (sniff) and the guy there was pretty ugly (sniff). He was fat and greasy and smelled bad (sniff) he wanted me to snort some coke - but I don't do drugs! So I told him, no. He took some and then he grabbed me and started pulling off my clothes. I helped him 'cause that is what I was there for. right?" "Uh huh..." "I just wanted it over so I could leave." "Uh huh..." "Then he let me go so he could undo his belt. And he took off his shirt and threw it to the door. It landed on a table he had there. He told me to give him a blow-job. I asked for the money but he grabbed me again and forced my head down on his prick. He said he would pay later. He held my head with one hand while pinched my tits with the other. The pinching hurt so I told him to stop 'cause he was hurting me. He laughed and pinched harder and pushed my head further down on his prick. I couldn't stand it so I bit his prick." "Sounds like he deserved it." "Then he hit me. He hit my face so hard I went sprawling across the room. The only thing I could think of was to get out of there so I grabbed the nearest clothing - his shirt - and ran out the door, naked. He was coming after me as I slammed the door so I ran and ran until I couldn't run anymore. I was cold and wet and had nowhere to go because I left behind my purse with my phone and everything (sob)." "So you decided to come here." "It was the only place I could go (sniff). I couldn't go home, not like this (sniff). I couldn't call Mrs. B. 'cause I didn't have a phone. I didn't know what to do." "You did the right thing." Bobby looked up at me, "You think so?" "Yup. Now you go and shower and get cleaned up. I left some things on the counter for you. We have a lot to do today. Bacon, eggs and toast is on the menu - how do you like your eggs?" While she was in the shower, I made a couple of phone calls and called in a favour. the first call was too Mrs. B. I told her what had happened and asked what she was going to do about it. She said nothing so I took the liberty of cancelling Bobby's job with her. While doing so I dropped the names of a couple of friends - a lawyer and a police officer. There would be no problem with her quitting. The second call was to the police officer. Dressing Bobby after she had eaten was interesting. I loaned her a shirt that was too big and a pair of shorts that were held up with a draw string. "Ok, now where is this guy's place?" "It is over on Howe Street - number 38." "Let's go get your clothes and purse back." Number 38 was a dump. The fence was broken down, the front yard was full of old washers, stoves, car parts and other junk. The house had not been painted in years. I made a quick call to my friend to give him the address. Then we got out of the car and went to the door. I pounded on the door with my fist. I could hear noises from inside. I pounded again, harder. The door opened. "What the fuck do you want?' I pointed to Bobby. The lady wants here belongings returned to her. Now." "I don't fucking know the little bitch." "The man in the car across the street thinks you do and he just might think it worth searching your house to find out." I had heard my friend arrive in his cruiser. I could almost hear the wheels turning in the john's head. "You got one minute to produce the stuff - all the stuff, clothes and purse - before I go over and tell that nice officer what an asshole you really are - starting now." I lifted my watch so I could see it. He turned and left the door. 45 seconds later he was back with Bobby's clothes and her purse. He handed it all to me. I passed the purse to Bobby and said, "Check to see if it is all there." Bobby opened her purse and dug around in it. "My cell is missing." I looked at the man. "Well?" He went away for a minute. "It fell on the fucking floor." "Right. And the money you owe will be collected by Mrs. B. later." We turned and went to the car. "Fuck you!" The door slammed and bounced back in the man's face. "Fuck!" The door slammed and stayed closed. I went over to the cruiser and talked briefly to the officer in it. "Thanks Roy, I owe you one. I'll tell you the whole story one day." Roy smiled, "You sure I want to hear it?" "Nope - but thanks." We went back to my place so Bobby could get changed. She put on the tight skirt and low blouse that had been returned to her. Then I dragged her out to the Doctor's office. The Doctor checked her out and said that it was just a bad bruising. There were no broken bones or any permanent damage. Then home again. "We need to talk", I said as we went in. "I will get us some lunch, you sit at the counter." Bobby climbed up on a stool. "So, what did you think of the life of a prostitute?" I began making a couple to BLT's. "Well," Bobby began, "it is not quite as good as I thought. Most of the guys just want to get off as quick as possible. And because they are paying you have to come through whether you like it or not. You're the only guy that made me cum." "So the sex isn't great." "Nope." "How much have you saved up?" Silence. "Nothing. There always seems to be something to spend it on - new clothes, boots, taxis and stuff. And the hours are shitty." "Hmm. So I cancelled your job with Mrs. B." "What? How am I supposed to live now? I can't go home looking like this! I will never get to go to school now!" Bobby burst into tears. I moved a box of tissues close to her and continued making lunch. After about 5 minutes of tears, she dried her eyes and commented, "You asshole, how could you do that?" "How long do you think it would be before you got beat up again?" "I don't know." "What do you think about getting smacked about once a month - that's about how long you have been at this - right?" "Yeah, about a month. About 12 guys. You were the only one that treated me like a person and not a piece of meat." "So what other options are there?" "I could work at Mickey D's but they don't pay enough and they don't give out many hours and I couldn't afford a place... I could live at home," she gave a little shiver. "My step-dad is an asshole." "Tell me more about home. She sighed. "Mom lives from party to party. She married this jerk of a truck driver after my Dad divorced her. I don't even know who my real Dad is." "And the truck driver?" She shivered. "He tried to rape me once. I kneed him in the balls and left. The only time I go home now is when he is on the road." "So where are you staying now?' "Around. Sometimes with a friend. Sometimes on the street. Sometimes at home." She shrugged. I put a glass of juice and a sandwich in front of her. Then I climbed on a stool opposite her. We ate in silence for awhile. "You know," I said, after finishing my sandwich, "I have lots of room here." I picked up my plate and took it to the dishwasher. Pause. Silence. I looked at her after putting my glass and plate away. Her eyes were as big as they could get in her swollen face. The last of her sandwich was halfway to her mouth. Her mouth was open. "I... I couldn't..." "Why not? You could be my housekeeper and for that I would give you free room and board. If you want money you can take that job at the Golden Arches. You are within walking distance of the College. Sounds perfect to me." "No... I... it would..." "You could stop me from being lonely... since my wife died I haven't socialized much. I could help you with your studies." I leaned over and put my chin on my hands with my elbows on the counter, facing her, a big smile on my face. "No... Oh..." Bobby reached across the counter, grabbed me by the neck and pulled me into a fierce kiss. She slid across the counter at me and pushed me off the stool I was sitting on. As I stood she wriggled over and draped her arms around my shoulders. I stepped back and she lithely slipped off the counter and on to my stool, then she pulled me close to her. Her mouth nibbled on my earlobe and she whispered fiercely, "Fuck me - here - now!" I reached one hand down to her skirt and pulled it up. My hand went right to her soaking wet cunt. Her butt slid to the very edge of the stool as her hands opened my pants and pushed them down to my knees. "But you have to promise, no more face paint and no more high heels!" I stated. Bobby laughed. It was a delightful sound. My rock hard prick slid into her as far as I could push it. Bobby's laugh turned to a moan. The stool was exactly the right height. I could slip in and out of the moist darkness of her pussy while my hands were free to squeeze her tits. Bobby's hands grabbed my head and tried to force it down her throat - her mouth was all over my face. It wasn't long before she screamed out, "I'm cumming..." "Me too..." My cum boiled out into her sopping wet tunnel. * * * * * The next day I took her home while her mother was at work. She filled a couple of suitcases with clothes. We loaded them in the car with her books, music, stuffed animals and her favourite pillow. College wouldn't start for a couple of weeks yet, but she wanted to be away from her parents and ready for school. She also applied for that job at Mickey D's. I cleaned out a room upstairs for her to use. We put in a bed, dresser, small desk and night table. She set up her stuff the way she wanted it. That evening, we sat at the supper table with the remains of a feast, including a bottle of wine, lying strewn across the table. "Tomorrow I will draw up a contract just to formalize our agreement just in case any questions arise," I said. "We also need to set some ground rules - like who gets the shower first and how much space we can use in the bathroom - and that NOTHING but NOTHING gets in the way of passing courses." Empty Rooms "Ok. What about the sex?" "Ahh... yes. The sex. Well, if there is any, it will not be contracted nor is it part of the agreement." Bobby frowned. "You don't like me?" "I like you very much but I am not going to force you to do anything you don't want to do." "Oh." Bobby stood up and came around the table. She motioned me to pull out my chair. She sat on my lap and put her arms around my neck. "If it is as good as before, I want to do it with you." I kissed her. Hard. "I was hoping you would say that, but it must only be a verbal agreement. The rest needs to be be written down." Bobby reached down a fondled my balls through my jeans. My prick was already as hard as steel. Slowly she slipped down below the edge of the table. I felt her hands undo my belt and unzip my jeans. I lifted my ass off the chair as she pulled my pants and shorts down. Then her hot little mouth surrounded my throbbing rod. Her mouth rose and fell relentlessly, engulfing my cock, laving it with lubricating juices that dripped down her chin. I reached down and filled my hands with her soft hair. Using it as a handle I directed the motion of her head, ramming it harder down on my cock, until she gagged and had to rest for a moment. She came back to it even harder than before. She seemed determined to swallow it all and even take in my balls too. While she plunged my shaft into her face, her hands were gripping my ass cheeks tightly. "Oh god... I am going to cum..." Bobby drove my shaft deeper into her throat, faster and faster, her head a piston - up and down - up and down. I groaned and my hips rose from the chair as I blew, I burst, I exploded down her throat: great ropes of white cum swallowed by this voracious vixen. Bobby looked up at me and smiled; "I am yours whenever and where ever you want me." "I want you naked and in my bed, but first we need to clean up here." I reached down and removed her blouse. I used it to wipe a small bit of stray cum from her face. "Get my pants off and help me clean up." Bobby busily drew my pants off over my stocking feet. When they were off, she threw them in a corner of the room. I tossed her blouse there too. I stood and gathered two plates and started for the kitchen. I dumped them on the counter and turned to find Bobby with her hands full with glasses. Before she could put them down I quickly knelt in front of her and grabbed the legs of her slacks. With a quick jerk they were down around her knees. Bobby giggled. I stood and slipped past her to get more items from the table. When I returned, I was greeted with her slacks in my face. I laughed and kicked them into the corner with the rest of our clothes. I put the items I held on the counter and went back for the last things. When I returned, Bobby was bent over the dishwasher putting the plates in. I slid the items I was carrying on the counter and moved behind her, trapping her against the dishwasher door. I slid my hands up her back and released her bra strap and slipped it off her shoulders. It slipped down and fell on to the dirty dishes. Bobby grabbed it and flung it into the corner. I froze for a moment admiring the pert tit exposed to my view, with its pink nipple daintily placed in the centre of a pinky tan aureola, itself on the end of a smooth white handful of breast. And there we were. Me dressed in socks and an old t-shirt washing pots, Bobby in panties and socks drying them. I couldn't believe my good fortune in having Bobby move in and having my cock still at half mast. Even as Bobby' hands slid the shirt up over my head as I washed, her tits pressed tightly to my back, it felt like a dream. The snap of Bobby's towel on my butt brought forth a growl and I turned to chase her around the house, my cock flapping as I ran. I finally caught her as she tried to escape across my bed. I grabbed her panties which ripped under the strain, but I also managed to grab her leg. I dropped my chest on her back to hold her on the bed and reached one hand between her legs for her pussy and the other around to a breast. Bobby giggled and fought half-heartedly, but my two fingers in her cunt caused her to moan and spread her legs. Soon she lay still on the bed, one hand clutching the duvet, the other reaching under me to find my cock, which by this time was hardening up nicely. I took my fingers from her juicy cunt and ran them back up past the pucker of her ass, leaving a trail of lubrication. My fingers went back in her cunt and my thumb pressed her anal opening. Bobby moaned and shifted her ass wriggling under me. I pushed a little harder and felt her open a little. Once again I dragging my dripping fingers over her anus. Slipping my fingers back inside, my thumb pressed against the tight sphincter muscles. "Relax... take a deep breath and relax..." She did as she was told and I pressed again, this time my thumb was slowly penetrating into her dark tunnel. I stopped. Again I dragged as much of the copious cunt juices as I could over her anal opening. Again I thrust my fingers in her cunt and my thumb up her ass. I felt the tight muscles relax a little and pushed through. I waited. I wriggled my fingers in her cunt and with my other hand massaged her breast. Again - spread - thrust - wait. Again. A little faster, spread - thrust - wait.. finally a slow, oh so slow thrust, thrust... my thumb buried in her ass as far as it would reach, thrust, thrust... I wriggled my fingers in her cunt and squeezed her breast then I took my hand completely out of her. Quickly I thrust the two sloppy fingers into her ass. She wailed in surprise and pain. I waited. Thrust, wait. Thrust, wait. Slowly I worked the two fingers as deep as I could reach. Bobby panted under me, moaning incomprehensibly. I took my hand from her breast and reached up to grab a handful of her hair. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. I moved again, between her legs. Thrust. I pulled on her hair, bringing her head off the bed. She moaned again. Thrust. I put my elbow on her pelvis and levered myself up off her on to my knees. Thrust. I pulled on her hair indicating I wanted her on her knees. Thrust. She lifted her ass off the bed and moved back into me. Thrust. I pulled again on her hair and she came up to her hands and knees. Thrust. I buried my prick in her dripping cunt, thrusting in time with my fingers in her ass. Once my cock was wet and well lubricated, I slipped out it out of her and without missing a beat thrust it up her ass. Bobby screamed in surprise as much as in pain, only my strong grip on her hair kept her from collapsing. I held my position with about half my dick stuffed in. Then I slowly withdrew a little and thrust again. Bobby whimpered but did not move away. Again I thrust in, a moan and a small wriggle of her butt. Thrust, a little wiggle and a whimper. Thrust - her butt moved toward me. Thrust - more movement, another thrust another moan and more pressure toward me. By now my whole cock was slipping in and out of her tight de-flowered ass. A few more thrusts and Bobby was urging me on. She was moving forward and back to get the most depth from my cock. She yelled, "Oh, God... don't stop... Oh God!" I increased the pace and began slapping into her butt, my hands were on her waist pulling her in and pushing her away with each stroke. The sound of our meeting filled the bedroom. She came with a scream, "Shiiiiiiiiiiit! Oh, fuck!" Her arms collapsed and her head fell to the bed. I kept right on thrusting in and out. I was nearly there... Another few strokes and she lifted her head. A few more and she joined me and the pace became torrid again, the noise echoing off the walls. My fingers were squeezing her butt and crashing it against my rigid tool, and I came deep in her bowel, gushing white gold into the black pit. I/She screamed - we roared... I think I passed out on her back. The next thing I remember was her squirming out from under me and kissing my sweat covered face. I hoped I would make it through this living arrangement. Part III - Marisa It was Tuesday of the second week of Bobby's classes that she returned home with a new friend. "Fred, this is Marisa. She's in three classes with me." "Hello, Marisa," I said, looking up and down her tall, slender figure. She had long stringy black hair and a very pale complexion. Her shoulders slumped forward and her head leaned down as she perused me. She looked like she was about six feet tall - trying to look small. I noticed several rings - in her ears, her eyebrow, her nose, her lip and when she greeted me, in her tongue. I wondered how many were hidden. "Hello." A relatively deep voice, probably could be quite musical. Bobby continued, "The thing is, she has no place to stay. She has been sleeping in a custodian's room but it was locked last night." While Bobby talked, I put my hand out to shake Marissa's hand. She responded slowly. Her hand had a half a dozen rings on it and the nails on a couple of fingers were bitten to the quick. She put her hand in mine and squeezed so quickly I wasn't sure we had actually touched. Her hand went quickly back to her side. "She hasn't had a decent meal for three days because she can't get her student loan until next week." Marissa's clothes drooped too, matching her posture. She was wearing the student uniform, black jeans and a baggy black sweatshirt that hung straight down from her collar bones. The sweatshirt once had a logo on it that I couldn't make out because it had been washed too many times. She was dragging a large backpack that looked like it might have all her worldly goods in it. "I thought we could feed her and maybe give her a room for a couple of nights until she can get her loan. She can use the spare room beside mine and we will clean it up after supper," Bobby stated with a hopeful smile on her face. The black lipstick on Marissa's lips was horrid. It made her look like a corpse. I sighed and turned to Bobby. "Well... I guess so. But first, I am going to be very rude." I turned to Marisa, "You are welcome to stay, but only if you can come to the table without the look of a B-movie ghoul with pieces of shrapnel sticking out all over." Marissa's eyes grew very wide, Bobby's hand went to her mouth and she gasped. Marisa started to laugh. Her laugh was warm and mellow. Her head went back and her shoulders rose, displaying what could be a fine pair of tits under the sweatshirt. "I think I can arrange that," she said. The girls disappeared upstairs and I went to the kitchen. Supper was pleasant. Marisa had scrubbed her face and tied her hair back into a ponytail. She had replaced all the metal bits with a simple pair of silver earrings. There was a trace of pink on her lips. She participated well in the conversation. She expressed her opinions clearly and consisely She added topics and got quite animated and actually sat up straight when discussing music. Generally she hunched over her food practically eating off her plate. She ate and ate and ate. There would be no chilli left for tomorrow. In the morning, the girls left for school. Marisa was planning to go back to the bank and see about her loan. Her hair was still in a ponytail and she had not replaced the metal bits. She seemed to be standing taller too. Bobby and Marisa came in about 4:30 that afternoon. Bobby's face was grim. Marisa looked like someone had punched her in the gut. She was so hunched over that she didn't look much taller than Bobby's five foot nothing. "Whoa, what seems to be the problem?" I asked. Bobby replied, "That stupid bank seems to have lost Marissa's forms. They don't have a record of her applying for the loan. They want her to start all over and fill out the forms again. That will take another three months!" "Hmmm. Stupid bank all right. So Marisa, what is the plan now?" "I don't know..." she mumbled, "I guess I will have to quit and see if I can get a job..." A tear trickled down her face. She wiped it away and turned to go upstairs. "Well, don't give up quite yet. You are welcome to stay here for a while longer." I paused. "Perhaps you should take your 'legal counsel' with you to the bank tomorrow." Marisa looked back from the bottom of the stairs, "What counsel?" I put my thumbs in the lapels of my shirt and showed her my profile. Bobby giggled, "You are not a lawyer." "The bank doesn't know that." As the bank was opening on Thursday, Marisa and I walked through the front door and marched up to the front desk. I had put on my dark suit for the occasion and Marisa was dressed in a blouse and skirt. Marisa asked the receptionist for an appointment to see the student loans manager. The receptionist phoned back to his office and came back in a moment saying that she was sorry, but the loans manager was busy and would not be able to see her until next week. I stepped up to the counter. "Excuse me, I am Miss M_'s legal counsel and we will either see your loans manager or the branch manager now." I emphasized the word 'now' enough so that the receptionist heard it as a threat. She got on the phone again. We were in the loans manager's office within 2 minutes. He was nervous. He stood to welcome us but never looked either of us in the face. His handshake felt like I had grabbed a handful of cold damp spaghetti. I sat Marisa in a chair in front of his desk and stood behind her. He sat at his desk, partially hidden by a large computer screen that sat there. "How can I help you?" "My client says you have lost her loan application form." "Well... it is a very busy time... there are a lot of forms going through right now..." I lifted one eyebrow. "So you expect to lose a few forms at this time of the year?" "I has happened once or twice before..." "You make a habit of loosing forms?" "No... no..." "But you have lost more than one?" "Well... in other years..." "Get the manager in here, now." I pulled out my cell phone and began to dial my friend at the police station. "Oh, no, there is not need for that... let me see what I can do..." "Manager. Now!" Roy answered his cell at that moment. "Roy? Fred. I need someone from the Fraud Squad at the R__ Bank on 3rd right now." Pause. "I will wait. I am in the Student Loans Manager's Office. The Branch Manager will be here by the time you get here." Pause. "Thanks." The Loans Manager stood. "I will go and get the..." "Sit! Use that phone. You are not going anywhere until this is cleared up. Call the Manager now! Or I will." The Loans Manager sat both hands firmly clenched on the arms of his chair. Sweat covered his brow. I picked up the phone. There was a list of local numbers on it that included the Branch Manager's. I dialled it and waited. "This is absurd," said the Loans Manager. "Perhaps I could put a small loan forward on my own..." A male voice answered the phone. "I said I did not want to be disturbed." "The Fraud Squad will be in the Student Loans Manager's office in ten minutes. You might want to be here too." I hung up. No more than thirty seconds later, the door to the office opened and a large blustery person stormed in. "What is going here?" "Good morning," I said pleasantly, holding out my hand. I am Fred D__ and this is Miss M__. I am Miss M__'s legal counsel. Your loan manager here, has lost Miss M__'s forms and wants her to apply again. I understand from him that you have a habit of losing forms." The loans manager whined, "That's not what..." The manager snarled at him, "Shut up Jack." He turned to Marisa. "How much was the loan for?" "Ten thousand dollars, sir." "We will set up and account with that amount in it for you right now." He picked up the phone and told the receptionist what he wanted. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" "Yes," I said, "you can wait with us for the police to arrive. I would really like to know how many other student loans have been... ahhh... 'lost'?" We sat in a frosty silence for about fifteen minutes until there was a knock on the door and it was opened by the receptionist who introduced Constable Bell from the Fraud Squad. * * * Constable Bell suggested we not take the money that was being offered until the whole thing was sorted out. We got in the car to drive home and Marisa heaved a large sigh and threw her arms about my neck and gave me a warm hug and a great big kiss on the cheek. "Thanks! That was awesome!" I chuckled and said, "That was kind of fun. It will be interesting to see what comes of it, if anything." I got a call from Roy late that afternoon. He told me that they had found that Jack had been taking the loan money and putting it in an account at another bank. Then he had told students that he didn't think would cause a problem, that he had lost their forms and that they should apply again. In one case he had done it twice to the same student. He chose students based on how they presented themselves in the initial interview. The squad had identified eleven students that he had defrauded of their loans and the investigation was not yet finished. That night at dinner I told the girls what I had learned. They were shocked and wondered if any other students they knew were involved. I told them to pass the story around and see if it brought any other students forward. "So," I said, "we have a room all set up for another guest. I think I need to renovate the upstairs bathroom. Bobby, do you think you could put up with another roommate? Shall we make an offer to Marisa?" Bobby bounced out of her chair and threw her arms around my neck "Oh! Yes! Let's!" She kissed me solidly on the mouth, her tongue trying to tickle my tonsils. I peeled her off me and told her to sit down. "Marisa, would you be interested in rooming here? Has Bobby told you of our arrangement? We could set up a contract for you too." Marissa's large expressive eyes glowed with happiness. "Yes, Bobby explained it to me... I... I would love to..." "Great, but there will be a couple of differences in the contracts. No shrapnel, no black lipstick and I think I will require a change to Bobby's contract too." "What change?" queried Bobby anxiously. "Well I think you both need another class." They looked at me, puzzled. "I am going to require that you both attend - and pass - a class in deportment. You," I pointed at Marisa, "need to learn to stand up straight and you," I pointed at Bobby, "need to learn to control your impulses!" Both girls laughed and headed to the kitchen to clean up and do dishes. I noticed that Marisa held herself very erect and looked very tall beside the much smaller Bobby. I retreated to my study with a scotch, a good book and a smile. I didn't see the girls again before I went to bed. I had just turned out the light when the door opened and a short, slim figure slipped in and got into bed with me. She quickly wound herself around me and hugged me tight. "Thank you," she said. "I didn't want to ask you but I am very glad you did it." One slim cool hand slipped down and fondled my quickly growing tool. "Oh, what have we here?" Her head disappeared under the covers and the cool hand was replaced with a warm, wet, mouth. I reached down and took two hands full of her hair as she nestled between my legs. I closed my eyes, the better to enjoy the rousing sensations, when I felt a second pair of lips kissing my eyes and a warm hand slipped down my chest. I opened my eyes to see Marissa's face looking down at mine. "Bobby told me everything..." she whispered as she kissed me hard on the mouth, her tongue invading deeply. I moved one hand from Bobby's hair, put it around Marisa and hugged her to me. I could feel the plump roundness of her breasts pressing against my chest. I slipped my other hand up to tenderly caress her tit. Again Marisa whispered. "Don't be gentle, I won't break."