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Educating Marri Ch. 01

By: MarriPetX



 A college girl becomes a prostitute to pay the bills.

The fire alarms were blaring everywhere and everyone was scrambling to get out. I grabbed my purse and hurried out of the room. I joined the small parade of girls heading down the stairs and out of the building. I didn't see any smoke or fire, but I wasn't crazy enough to go looking for it.

Once I was outside, I found Kelsey, my perky blond cheerleader roommate, and asked, "What's going on?"

She shrugged, her eyes riveted on the fire trucks and police cars. There was one ambulance in their midst but the EMTs were just standing there talking to a couple of firefighters. The hoses were still attached to the trucks and the police officers were basically directing the flow of people and stopping anyone from going back into eh dorm.

After what seemed like forever, the dean of students showed up and started talking to the fire marshal and police chief. After a few minutes, she picked up a megaphone and called for everyone's attention.

"All right, everyone, I know all of you are confused and concerned, but I've just been assured that there has not been a fire."

Everyone started talking at once and she held up her hand in protest. "However, there has been a large break in the water and sewer lines.

"That means this dorm is now closed until further notice. The police will escort all of you in by groups to retrieve your belongings and you will all be temporarily absorbed into other dorms. Hopefully this will all be cleared up by the weekend. Thank you."

Kelsey was furious. "They can't do that! They can't make up stay with other dorms! We're all cramped enough as it is!"

I wanted to point out that if she didn't bring so much useless shit, her living space would be bigger, but I didn't say anything. The last thing I wanted to do was waste my time and energy on being angry with her. I was too focused on my graduate work. I didn't' care where I lived as long as I go to my classes.

We were only allowed to take what we would need through the weekend and would be quickly ushered off to our temporary dorms. We saw workers going up and down the stairs to the basement, all of them wearing protective clothing and masks. I started doubting it would be as simple as the dean led us to believe.

* * * * *

Two days later, I was sitting on my roll out bed reading one of my thick textbooks when the announcement blared through the intercom speakers. "All displaced students are to attend a meeting tonight in the assembly hall at six p.m. Again, that's all displaced students to the assembly hall tonight at six p.m. Thank you."

I hoped that meant we'd be back to our own dorms but I still wasn't sure. It seemed unlikely they'd call a meeting for it instead of just telling us to go back. Needless to say I was less than optimistic when I found a seat in the assembly hall that night.

Once everyone was settled in their seats, the dean took the podium, the fire marshal and another man sitting behind her. "All right, everyone," she began, "I know all of you are anxious to know what is going on with your dorm, but I'm sorry to say you will remain in your temporary housing for the time being."

I groaned along with the rest of the audience. I'd been put in a room with two of the most obnoxious undergrads I'd ever met who seemed to think the purpose of college was to get laid and drunk as much as possible.

She went on tell us how the basement of the dorm had been completely flooded, allowing many different types of bacteria to contaminate the building. HAZMAT teams had taken the rest of our personal belongings and put them all in a temporary storage building erected on the other end of campus. We'd be able to go through them over the weekend to pull out what we needed.

The fire marshal spoke up and told us how the dorms we'd been splint into were now officially overfilled and we would only be able to stay there through the end of the semester for legal and safety reasons. But he also assured us it wouldn't be an issue since he was confident everything would be taken care of within a week.

After the meeting, I trudged back to my temporary dorm and was more than a little pissed off to find all of my things thrown haphazardly into shopping bags and shoved into a pile. Only one of the roommates was there and she was busy primping.

"I packed all of your stuff," she said, barely glancing at me.

"Yeah, well, I'm not leaving," I snapped. "The dorm is still closed."

She sighed and rolled her eyes, clearly not happy about having to share the cramped space indefinitely. "Whatever," she muttered. "I've got a date."

She left me alone and fuming. I ripped the bags open and tried to rearrange my books. This was turning out to be the worst semester I'd ever had. Thank God I'd be back in my own dorm soon. I couldn't stand living with these two airheads much longer.

* * * * *

"Goddamn it!" I yelled, crumpling the letter into a ball and tossing it aside. Lori, my partner for the research paper, looked up from her book in alarm

"Marri! What's wrong?"

"I can't believe it! Those bastards are keeping the dorm closed 'until further notice'! I've got to find a new place to live!"

"That's awful! Can't they move you to a different dorm?"

"The other dorms are filled to capacity. We're breaking the fire codes as it is. And there isn't any money in the budget to put us in hotels or rent out a shelter. They'll keep us all until the end of the semester, then we're on our own," I huffed.

"So what will you do?"

"Look for an apartment, I guess. Of course I'll have to pick up a job. That means I'll have to drop at least one class next semester. Son of a bitch!"

"Don't worry," she said. "It'll work out somehow."

"I don't know how. Where do you live again? It's off campus, right?"

"I live in a house on the other side of town. A bunch of us live there together."

"How do you afford it?"

"Can you keep a secret?"

"I guess so. As long as you're not selling drugs or something."

She laughed. "Nothing like that. Believe it or not, I live there rent-free. They also feed us and pay us a little extra besides."

"How do you manage that? Sounds too good to be true."

"All of us work for the owners. We earn lots of money for them. It more than covers our expenses."

"What do you do?"

"We're escorts."

"You mean like hookers?" I was shocked. Lori always seemed so "nice-girl".

"Sort of, I guess, but it's all very professional and safe. We never leave the house and we're monitored the whole time. The clients are screened ahead of time for criminal records or any diseases."

"Doesn't it bother you, though? Having sex with all those guys?"

"No. I mean, it did at first, but they have this one guy you always get on your first night. He's really sweet and gentle. He makes love to you, really. He focuses on your pleasure."

"He's that good, huh?"

She grinned. "Better than you can imagine."

"But how about the rest of them? They can't all be good."

"No, but the ones who aren't are usually satisfied if you talk dirty and give them head all night."

"Wow." I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"You want to come in for an interview? I know they have a vacancy right now."

"Oh, I don't know..."

"Look, it's a job, right? It will pay for college and give you a savings besides."

"I guess I could go talk to them..."

"Okay. Let's go."

"Right now?"

"Why not? We're not getting any research done anyway."

Lori drove, and we didn't say a word until a huge, Victorian-style house came into view off a dirt side road.

"Is that it?"

"Yeah," she told me.

"So what do I have to do for the interview? Do a striptease or something?"

"No, silly. You talk to the owners, fill in some questionnaires, and let them see you naked. Then you get a physical and tested for STDs. Then you sign on and you're in."

"How long does it take?"

"Just a couple of hours."

"I don't know," I said. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea."

"Marri, it's just a job! Once you've got your masters, you're done. Or even before that. They only want you to sign a one-month contract at a time. You're not going to get a better deal anywhere else. Believe me, I've looked. You get all of the days to yourself, plus one weeknight and one weekend night off. Just go talk to them. Trust me."

"All right." We pulled into the driveway and I tried to calm down. She was right about one thing. My parents had paid for my undergrad work, but now I was pretty much on my own. I really wanted my masters and couldn't think of any other way to get it. And I'd have to be out of my dorm soon.

We got out of the car and she led me to a large, ornate door. She unlocked it and turned the handle.

I followed Lori to a door marked "Private". She knocked and a man in a suit answered it almost at once. He was in his mid to late forties and was very handsome except for his thinning hair. 

"Lori! Hello! I see you've brought a friend."

"Yes sir," she replied. "Mr. Earl, meet Marri Sands."

"Marri. Charmed," he said, shaking my hand. I noticed he was looking me up and down and I couldn't help it. I blushed.

"Are you interested in our job opening?"

"Yes."

"Well then, come in to my office and meet my wife. We can talk in there."

"Okay."

"Lori, thank you." She smiled at us and left. Mr. Earl led me into his office. A woman I could only assume was his wife was sitting at one of two desks. He shut the door behind him.

"Beverly, my love, Lori has brought us a new applicant."

She turned, looked me over carefully, and said, "Really? And do you realize exactly what kind of business we run here?"

"Yes, Ms. Earl," I replied. "Lori told me about it."

"And if a man were to approach you in your room upstairs and demand that you suck his cock while he watched you masturbate, would you do it?"

"I suppose."

"Have you ever been in this line of work before, Marri?" Mr. Earl asked.

"No, but I really need this job. And a place to stay."

"Would you be willing to get a physical and let us see you nude?" Mrs. Earl asked.

"Yes."

"All right then," she said. "Fill out these questionnaires and I'll make an appointment for you at the clinic we're affiliated with. Once we get the results of your cultures back, we'll go from there."

"Okay."

I did what I was told. I filled out the mountain of paperwork and stole a few glances at the Earls. I realized she was the more serious of the two, but I could deal with it. I still couldn't believe I was doing this. I swallowed hard and handed back the forms.

"Well, everything looks fine in the preliminaries," she said, flipping through the papers. "As long as the HIV and other tests come back clean at the end of the week, you're cleared. Now, if you'll just take off your clothes and let us get a good look at you."

I stripped quickly. I was uncomfortable but tried not to show it. She walked all around me, looking solemn. He just kept smiling. Finally, she cleared her throat.

"Well, Marri, we can offer you the job once the tests come back. You would start working next Friday. You will have every Saturday and Wednesday off. For your first night, you would be seeing Lawrence, our resident trainer. I'm sure Lori has told you about him."

"Yes, ma'am."

"So, will you be joining us here at Torch?" Mr. Earl asked.

I gulped.

"Yes, sir."

I finished dressing and signed the two-week trial contract. I decided to wait to move in until I was absolutely sure I would be staying. 

Lori drove me back to the dorm.

Educating Marri Ch. 02



I was too keyed up to concentrate on my classes. I was too busy thinking about my night with Lawrence. All of tests came back fine, like I knew they would, and I was starting that very day. I went back to the dorm and changed my clothes. Mr. Earl told me I didn't need to wear anything special since I was "training", but I still wanted to look my best.

At six o'clock, I drove over to Torch. I had been way too nervous to eat, and I was nauseated. I parked my car and let myself in with my new key.

I walked into the foyer and saw a man sitting in an overstuffed chair. When he stood up, I saw that he was very tall and had jet black, wavy hair. He had a muscular build and a chiseled face. He was gorgeous. He smiled at me and walked over.

"Marri?" he asked. Even his voice was sexy.

"Yes."

"I'm Lawrence. Ready?"

I only nodded. He took my hand and led me up the long staircase to a door where he stopped and turned to face me.

"This is your room. You'll work in the front part and live in the apartment behind."

"Okay."

He opened the door and ushered me inside. He followed me in and locked the door securely. He flicked a switch and low lights and soft music came on. There was an enormous four-poster bed in the room with a stand next to it. The only other furniture was a simple chair in the corner. I started to sweat.

"Take off your clothes and lie on the bed with me."

I couldn't answer. I undressed and piled the clothes onto the chair. He stripped down to a pair of tight bikinis. His chest was even more muscular than I thought and had a light covering of curly black hair.

I laid down on the bed, trying not to tremble. He crawled on top of me, his knees on either side of my hips. I sucked in my breath and he leaned in to whisper in my ear, "How do you feel about handcuffs?"

"What?"

"I can tell you're nervous. The handcuffs can let you feel more relaxed. And they'll keep you still while I pleasure you."

"Do you do this a lot?"

He smiled. "I promise you'll like it."

"All right."

He produced two sets of cuffs, lined with fuzzy material so as not to cut into the skin, and attached them to the top posts of the bed. He tightened them securely around my wrists, leaving me just enough movement so I didn't panic, but still keeping my arms in a spread "V" shape.

"Just relax. Enjoy."

"All right."

He bent down and kissed my lips softly. After a few seconds, the kisses became more intense. He sucked on my lips hungrily and probed around my mouth with his tongue.

He moved on to my neck, tasting me and nipping at my throat. He pulled himself up and slipped of the bikinis. He was already hard. "Suck on me now. Make me cum and I'll last that much longer later."

He didn't wait for me to answer. He just knelt down with his knees around my head and brought his hips to my face. I opened my mouth and started sucking.

After a few moments, he pulled away. "Talk to me. Tell me how much you like sucking me off."

"I... I like it."

"No. Tell me how good it is, how I taste. Remember, your clients will want every filthy word you can come up with."

I had to think for a second.

"I love how your cock tastes. I love the way it feels in my mouth."

"Good. Better. Now, tell me exactly what you'll do to me."

"I'll start by running my tongue around it..."

"Around what?" he prompted.

"Around your rock hard dick."

"Good. Keep going."

"Then, I'll suck your cock into my mouth. I'll gobble you like the world was ending. I'll taste you all over until you cum."

"Not bad," he said, grinning. "Kind of like the dialogue of a bad porno, but it'll do for now. Now, do it."

He shoved his cock back into my mouth. I sucked harder and harder until I felt his body tense. He let out a small groan and I felt him pulse under my tongue.

He came with a grunt and I swallowed his load. He smiled down at me and flopped lazily onto this side. He propped his head up on one hand and ran the other up and down my stomach.

"Don't worry," he told me. "You'll love me by the time I'm done."

His hand reached up and cupped my breast lightly. He began rolling my nipple around between his finger and thumb.

Then, he slid his hand down my body and rested it lightly on my crotch. He leaned over me and ran his tongue over my nipple.

"Marri, where is my hand?"

"What?"

"Where is my hand?"

"On... On my crotch."

He bit my nipple lightly. It didn't exactly hurt, but it got my attention. "Remember, dirty words," he admonished. "Think with them. Men are paying good money for an erotic experience. Think dirty and you'll talk dirty."

As he spoke, he slid his finger inside of me. He pushed it in and out gently and asked again, "Where is my hand?"

"In... In my dripping wet pussy," I answered. It was hard to concentrate while he was fingering me.

"Yes," he breathed. "You like to finger fuck, don't you?"

"God, yes," I moaned. And I did.

He pumped his fingers faster and harder as he straddled me again, spreading my legs wide with his knees. He buried his face in my chest, excuse me, my tits, and sucked on my nipples.

Then he pulled his fingers out and licked all but one clean while I watched. "Your pussy is so sweet."

He offered me the remaining finger and I sucked my juices off. He slid his body down between my legs, spreading them even more. My heartbeat quickened in anticipation.

"Now, I'll eat you," he told me. "And you'll like it."

Without waiting for a reply, he ducked down and licked my clit softly. He ran slow circles around and over it slowly.

Suddenly, he stopped. "What do you want now, Marri?"

"Please. Please suck on me... On my clit."

"As you wish."

He shoved his face into my pussy and did what I asked. He sucked on it harder and harder, using his teeth somewhat roughly, but it felt so good.

I was moaning and sighing in pleasure. I would have pushed his head away when he stared chewing lightly, but I couldn't.

"Lawrence, Lawrence please, that kinda hurts..."

But he paid no attention. He did it even harder, making me gasp. I realized it was a painful pleasure, and I knew he wouldn't stop until I told him to do something else.

"Tongue fuck me," I moaned. "Shove your tongue into me... Into my pussy."

He let go of my clit and began stabbing into me with his tongue. He pushed viciously in and out and I knew I was getting close to orgasm.

He stopped abruptly and kneeled down between my legs, hard again. My breathing was still shallow and ragged and I had no idea why he stopped.

"Now, I'm gonna fuck you so hard until you cum for me."

Without another word, he crashed his body over mine and grabbed my wrists. He stared into my eyes and slammed his cock into me. I sucked in my breath sharply and rocked with him as he pounded away. He was like a robot or a machine with flawless rhythm, pushing harder with every stroke.

"You like it when I fuck you, don't you?" he breathed.

"Harder," I moaned. "Fuck me harder."

He was happy to oblige. Before I knew it, our bodies were slapping together. He was slamming into me with such force that my head was dangerously close to crashing into the headboard.

Suddenly and without warning, the force of my orgasm ripped through me. I let out a small cry but he didn't stop.

Minutes later, he let out a groan and collapsed on top of me.

"You'll be good, Marri," he breathed, grinning again.

He got up and pulled on his clothes in silence. He unlocked the cuffs and kissed my forehead.

He left and I rolled over in that giant bed, still naked, and eventually fell asleep.

* * * * *

I woke up the next morning and was momentarily confused by the unfamiliar surroundings. I sat bolt upright and clutched the sheet around me.

I couldn't believe what I had done. Thinking about Lawrence's teeth alone made me shudder. I got up and walked into the apartment. I was amazed at what I saw.

It was all set in one large open space with a large bed and dresser in one corner and a kitchenette in another. There was also a small couch in front of a TV and a large bookshelf on the back wall.

Finally, in the one remaining corner, there was a door leading to a small bathroom. I went in and took a shower. I dried off and went back into the other room. I pulled on my clothes from the previous night and sat down heavily on the ornate bed where Lawrence had "pleasured" me.

I jumped when someone knocked on the door, ripped out of my thoughts.

"Come in."

Lori walked in, smiling. She sat down next to me and asked, "So?"

"So, what?"

"How was Lawrence?"

"Better than I expected," I admitted. "I have today off and I guess I'll get my first client tomorrow."

You'll probably get Frank," she said.

"Frank?"

"He usually pays extra to be the first client of a new girl. He's kind of rough, but he's not bad."

"Rough?" I was getting nervous now.

"He likes to have you pretend you don't want him. Kind of like he's catching you and forcing himself on you."

"You mean like rape?"

"It's just a game," she assured me. "And he pays extra for it."

"I don't know..." It didn't sound too good to me.

"Did anyone tell you about what we sometimes do once all of our clients are gone?" she asked, changing the subject.

"No. Why?"

"Well, as much as we get paid, not all of the men actually give us any pleasure. Sometimes a few of us meet up in one of our rooms and take care of it ourselves."

"You have sex with each other?" I'd never been with a woman, and I was having trouble picturing Lori with one.

"Believe me, you'll appreciate it after a night with Jimmy," she assured me.

"Jimmy?"

"He just likes to get blowjobs and doesn't believe in foreplay."

"Sounds like fun," I murmured.

"Well, think about it," she said. "My room is just across the hall if you ever feel like taking me up on it."

She stood and walked out. I waited a few minutes then went down the stairs into the empty foyer. I was going back to the cramped dorm room with so many thoughts in my head I was amazed it didn't explode.



Educating Marri Ch. 03



It was Sunday night. I was dressed in the outfit Beverly, as Mrs. Earl preferred to be called, had left out for me and sitting on the ornate bed. I was waiting for the intercom to buzz telling me my client had arrived. I was scared to death. Lawrence had been one thing. This was different.

"Marri? Frank is here." It was Mr. Earl's voice. I stood up and smoothed out the long skirt Beverly had picked out. I went down the stairs, my hands trembling. I stopped in the foyer and saw Mr. Earl talking to a man I could only assume was Frank.

"Marri! Hello!" God, he was always so cheerful. It was unnerving.

"Hello, Mr. Earl." I was staring at Frank. He was attractive enough, thank God. He was tall with blond hair and a muscular build. He was wearing tight jeans and a loose turtleneck.

I was sweating bullets.

"Marri, this is Frank. He's your client for the evening."

"Hello, Marri," Frank said, eyeing me up and down.

"Hello."

"All right, well then, I'll leave you two alone."

Mr. Earl spun around and left. I was suddenly alone with this man.

"Shall we go?" he asked.

"All right."

I led him up the stairs to my room. He sat on the bed and watched as I locked the door securely behind us and turned on the intercom. Someone listened in on all of our sessions to make sure we didn't get into trouble. Our safe words were "eagles everywhere" which made no sense, but would bring security running. Since some of the clients wanted us to "struggle" and curse them out, any other phrase would be ignored, even "help".

"So," Frank said, "this is your first night?"

"Yes, it is," I said, still out of his reach.

"How about a little game?"

"What do I do?"

He smiled and licked his lips. "First, get down to your bra and panties. And get undressed slowly so I can watch."

I unbuttoned the shirt and slid it off my shoulders. The bra underneath was see-through and he was staring at my nipples. I pulled off the skirt and stood yi8yh9u in the black bikini bottoms.

"Come over here."

I did and he stood up. He undid the button on his pants and slipped them off. Then he took off his shirt.

"Take off my shorts."

I slid his boxers down and his hard cock sprung out at me. He sucked in his breath as I touched it cautiously.

"What now?" I asked.

He smiled and licked his lips again. "Now comes the fun part. Now you try to stay away from me. Struggle and scream all you can. And when I catch you and throw you on the bed, you keep fighting."

"Then what?" I whispered.

"Then I fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked before. Now, go. Don't let me catch you."

He started circling me and something in his eyes changed. I felt like a caged animal. I tried to hurry away, but he kept grabbing for me.

"I'm gonna fuck that sweet little pussy until you scream for mercy," he said.

"You stay away from me," I said.

"Oooh, a feisty one." He got hold of my arm and I couldn't twist free. He spun me around and pulled my body to him.

"You gonna fight any harder than that?" he demanded, unhooking the bra and tossing it aside. He held me fast and sucked on my left nipple.

I moaned and ran my hands up his back. He relaxed his grip and switched to my right side, allowing me to wiggle free. I sprinted across the room and he stared after me, grinning broadly.

"I can't trust you one bit, can I, my sweet pussy?"

He reached for me again and I leaped across the bed away from him. Unfortunately, he grabbed my foot as I tried to get across.

"Let go!"

"I think I got you this time," he said, yanking me back to him. He pushed down on my stomach with one hand and pulled down my panties with the other. He threw them aside and I fought as hard as I could, but it was a futile effort.

He slid up between my legs, pinning me to the bed with the weight of his body. He gripped my wrists tight enough to actually hurt. I tried to buck him off but ended up ramming my pussy onto his cock.

"I got you," he breathed.

"Fuck you," I growled.

He just smiled and said, "No, that's my job right now."

He slammed his cock into me, jerking my body upward. He pumped me harder and harder with each stroke, even harder than Lawrence.

"Now I got you," he grunted while he kept shoving into me. "Tell me how good it feels... How glad you are I caught you."

"Your cock feels so good in my pussy," I breathed. "Don't stop. Fuck me more."

He moaned and I thought for sure he was going to cum, but he wasn't even close. He just pumped me harder.

Suddenly, he let go of my wrists and pulled out. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to run again, so I waited.

"Get on your hands and knees," he instructed. "I want to ram you from behind."

I did what he said and he leaned over me. His fists were supporting his weight next to mine. He slid into me and rocked into me again. I'd never done it in this position before, but it felt good.

After a few minutes, he straightened up, keeping his dick inside. He put his hands on my hips and thrust into me some more. I never knew a man could last so long. It had been a solid twenty minutes of fucking.

After another ten minutes, he pulled out again but didn't let go. He rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. He stared at me as he pulled me down onto his cock.

"Ride me," he said. "Ride me until you cum. Scream for me."

I tried to go gently, but he started bucking under me. "Hard," he demanded. "Ride me fast and hard."

I pushed myself up and down over his dick and watched his face while I threw in some moans and groans.

I was starting to dry up and get sore. I realized I wasn't really going to cum, so I knew I had to fake it. "Frank..." I breathed. "Oh, Frank, yeah."

"Scream for me," he grunted. "Scream my name when you cum."

I rode him for about another minute then screamed, "Yes, Frank, yes!"

His eyes glazed over and he grabbed my wrists again. He pulled me down over him and forced me to stare into his face while he came violently.

His breathing slowed down and he let go. "I like you," he said. "Next time, you can give me a good blowjob."

I got up slowly and sat next to him on the bed, waiting while he got up at his own pace.

"You like my dick, Marri?"

"I love it."

"Maybe I'll come again next week for you. And maybe we'll just skip the game and just fuck all night."

I nodded and took his hand. I sucked and licked each of his fingers until he started pulling his clothes on.

"You can get dressed once I leave. Lay down on the bed so I can look at you."

I laid back and propped up my head with my hand the way Lawrence had. Frank smiled and left.

Once the door was closed, I went into the apartment, intent on showering away the feel of his skin.

* * * * *

I stood in front of Lori's door and knocked. I just wanted to talk, I kept telling myself. I wasn't into lesbianism.

She opened the door and stood there in a loose silk robe. She smiled at me and asked, "So, how was Frank?"

I shrugged and said, "Okay."

"You didn't like it."

"Not really, no."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"What's to talk about?" I said. "You warned me it wouldn't always be fun."

She nodded and ushered me inside. It was after midnight and I was getting tired. But I went in anyway. I was lonely.

"Lori? Who is it?" a voice called from the apartment. Lori smiled at my questioning look.

"Come on out, Della," she called. "It's Marri, the new girl."

A petite, strawberry-blond girl also wearing a robe came out. She smiled at me and I smiled back carefully. I suddenly had the awful idea I had interrupted something.

"Frank?" Della said simply.

"Yeah."

"Did you come to actually have some fun?" she asked.

"I don't think so," Lori answered for me. "I think she just wanted to talk about her first night."

"Oh, I remember my first night," Della mused, flopping down on that enormous bed. "I had Frank, too. By the time he was finally done, I was so sore, I wanted to just quit and never come back."

"Sounds good to me," I admitted.

"The I got Peter," she went on. "He likes to fuck you up the ass."

"Oh God," I said. I'd never even really considered anal before, but it sounded painful.

"It's really not so bad," Lori assured me.

"Yeah," Della agreed. "After that first night, I had found something to get me through whatever clients could dish out."

"What's that?"

She reached her arm out and Lori sat down next to her. Della rolled over and rested her head on Lori's lap.

"I found my Lori."

"Actually, Marri," Lori added, "you'd be surprised what you can do if your mind is somewhere else, and you know there's someone waiting for you afterwards."

"I... I should go."

"Have you ever been with a woman?" Della asked.

"No."

"Ever been curious?"

"No."

"I think you have," she said. "I think you should at least watch. See if you like it. We've been talking about getting a third."

"Stay, Marri," Lori said, untying her robe.

"Please, Marri," Della echoed. "Come lay on the bed with us and watch. We won't touch you, I promise."

"Unless you want us to," Lori added, stroking Della's hair.

"I..."

Della reached up and tugged Lori's robe open, exposing two perfect breasts with soft pink nipples. Lori groaned softly and closed her eyes as Della rolled one of them between her fingers. I could only watch in awe as Lori tangled her hands in the other girl's hair.

Della sucked one of the nipples into her mouth, still kneading at the other one. Lori moaned and fell back onto the bed. Della pulled off her own robe, her back to me, and leaned over Lori's prone body.

I could hear the soft sounds of flesh on flesh, and the moist noises of lips on skin. I saw Della's white ass sticking up in the air and I suddenly had an insane urge to caress the cheeks.

I heard Lori let out a muffled cry of pleasure. 

I snapped.

I got out of there as fast as I could.



Educating Marri Ch. 04



Monday passed in a haze. I went to classes and even did some research in the library. Thankfully, I didn't run into Lori anywhere. I didn't think I could face her after running out like that.

That night I once again found myself in my room at Torch, pulling on an outfit Beverly laid out for me. It was a ridiculously cheesy schoolgirl uniform, complete with saddle shoes, knee socks, white cotton bra and panties, and of course the obligatory pigtail holders. Something told me I just might be meeting a stereotypical pervert.

"Marri, your client is downstairs," Beverly's voice said.

I sighed and got up. When I reached the foyer, my heart constricted. This client wasn't attractive like Frank. He was short and stocky with gray hair and more than a few wrinkles near his eyes.

I felt dirty just from his gaze. Beverly gestured at me so I pasted on a fake smile and went over. She cleared her throat and said, "Marri, this is Al, your client for the night."

"Hello," I said.

"Hi," he said, his eyes bright with anticipation and pure lust.

Beverly didn't say anything else. She just left. Al couldn't seem to take his eyes off my chest, so I cleared my throat to get his attention.

"Do you want to go upstairs now?"

"Oh yeah," he breathed. "Go on, I'll follow you."

I went back up the stairs and noticed he was hanging back. I was about to ask if there was some kind of problem until I realized he was staring up my skirt.

I fought back a wave of revulsion and we went into the room. I didn't know what he had in mind, so I just locked the door, switched on the intercom and sat in the chair. He sat down on the bed and the springs creaked in protest. We sat there in silence for a couple of minutes, and I started to squirm around uncomfortably.

"Just sit still," he said, raising his hand in protest. "I love looking at you."

I sat and tried to figure out what this guy wanted out of me.

"I suppose I have to tell you what to do this first time?" he asked.

"It might be helpful," I said, but not with any sarcasm.

"I'm going to tell you exactly what to do, and you're going to do it exactly the way I tell you," he said, his voice hard and cold.

"Okay."

"And you're going to call me Sir, is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Because you've been a bad little girl, haven't you?"

"Yes, Sir," I answered, slipping into the game.

"And what happens to bad little girls?"

"I don't know, Sir."

"They get punished," he growled. "Now, get over here. I'm gonna put you over my knee."

I stood up, mentally cursing Beverly for not telling me what to expect.

"No!" he snapped. "You don't deserve to walk! Crawl to me!"

I dropped to the floor, keeping my head down just to be safe. I was humiliated, and what was worse, I was going along with it.

When I reached the side of the bed, he reached down and grabbed one of my pigtails. He tugged and I allowed myself to be laid over his lap.

"Now, you're going to listen to me, aren't you, girl?" he asked, hiking the short skirt up to my hips but leaving the panties in place.

"Yes, Sir."

"How can I be sure you've learned your lesson?"

"I don't know, Sir."

He started massaging my ass through the cotton and I couldn't help squirming. "I didn't say you could move!"

Before I could say anything else, he started spanking me. I yelped in surprise as he struck me again and again with his open hand. My ass was stinging and he showed no signs of stopping.

Suddenly, he threw me to the floor. I landed in a heap and he stood up.

"Get on your knees," he demanded. "Take off my pants."

I knelt up and unhooked his belt. I opened the button and unzipped his fly. I slid the pants to the floor and he stood there in his briefs, his dick bulging against the material.

"Take off the shorts, girl."

I did as I was told mostly to stave off another spanking. I assumed he'd want a blow-job, given my position, but I still wasn't prepared for what happened next.

He grabbed my pigtails in each hand and yanked my head forward. My mouth was impaled on his cock and I gagged out of reflex and surprise.

"What's wrong, girl? Didn't anyone ever teach you how to suck an old man's johnson?"

Since he was still in my mouth, I couldn't answer. I was doing my best to suck but I couldn't. I was too busy trying to breathe around the cock jammed in my throat.

"You better start suckin', girl," he said.

He was fucking my face and I was fighting the urge to cry. I couldn't help it. A couple of tears spilled out of my eyes.

He threw me away again, looking both angry and amused at the same time. "I see you need another lesson, don't you, little girl?"

"Y... Yes, Sir," I gasped, thankful to be breathing normally again.

"Get down to your bra and panties and lean over the bed. Keep those shoes on and get your ass in the air. Move!"

My ass prickled from the memory of his too-recent spankings, but I did what he said. I braced myself on the mattress with my hands and eased my feet back as far as was comfortable.

He kicked my legs apart and I felt more exposed than if I'd been naked in front of a room full of people. Part of it was probably the ridiculous pigtails and saddle shoes.

"Count for me, girl," he instructed, and I heard the distinctive sound of his belt sliding out of the loops on his pants.

"Yes, Sir," I gulped, scared out of my mind.

I heard the swish as the belt flew through the air, followed immediately by the smack as it hit my ass. It hurt even more than I'd expected and I cried out.

"Count."

"One, Sir," I grunted.

Another smack, this one harder. "Two, Sir," I groaned.

Another. Even harder. "Three, Sir," I yelled, fighting back more tears.

"I'm gonna beat you 'til you scream, girl, and beg for mercy," he told me. "Keep counting."

The smacks kept coming. If I didn't count quickly enough, he would throw in an extra and announce we had to start over.

Finally, I was sobbing and screaming the numbers. He leaned over me and squeezed my nipple as hard as he could. "You made it to nine, girl. One more and you're done."

"Yes. Yes, Sir," I sobbed.

He stood and delivered one final blow, this one harder than all the others put together. I screamed wordlessly and he dropped the belt to the floor, shoving me onto my stomach.

"Thank me, girl," he demanded, pulling the panties off and putting a hand on the back of my neck, pinning me in place.

"Thank you, Sir."

He jammed his dick into my pussy, forcing his way in since I wasn't wet. I moaned again and he started rocking into me, his hips slapping into my poor punished cheeks.

"Yeah," he moaned. "Oh, yeah, you're such a bad little girl."

I couldn't answer. I was too busy crying into the sheets.

Thankfully, he came quickly. He flopped onto me, his weight crushing me into the bed. He lowered his lips to my ear and whispered, "Worth every penny, girl."

With that, he got up and started pulling on his clothes. I didn't move, but he didn't seem to care. He slipped out of the room, leaving me face-down and sobbing on the bed.

* * * * *

I don't know how much time passed, but eventually I stopped crying. Now I was pissed. How could Beverly do that to me without a warning at the very least?

I started to roll over, but the pressure on my ass sent waves of pain through me, so I decided to stay where I was. I yanked out the pigtails and kicked off the shoes and socks. I tried to take off the bra, but I couldn't quite reach the clasp, so I resigned myself to putting up with it.

Without warning, the lock on the door clicked over and someone slipped in. Ignoring the pain, I grabbed a sheet and wrapped it around myself, sitting up and pulling my hair out of my face.

"Relax, Marri," Lawrence said in a calm, soothing voice. "I was listening in on your session. I wanted to check on you."

"Didn't anyone ever teach you to knock?" I snapped, wiping furiously at my face and eyes.

"I apologize," he said.

I just kept glaring at him. He smiled at me and sat in the chair. My ass was throbbing and I just wanted him to leave so I could take a bath.

"Why don't you lay back down?" he suggested. "I brought some liniment with me. I can put it on for you."

I'd already had sex with this guy, and he'd listened while Al beat, fucked, and humiliated me. But I still blushed to think of him touching my ass.

"I don't know," I said.

"If it makes you too uncomfortable, I'll stop, I promise. But please, let me help soothe the skin."

By now, my poor cheeks were screaming at me, so I just nodded and rolled back onto my stomach. I squeezed my eyes shut and heard him take the cap off of what I could only assume was the liniment.

He eased himself down onto the bed next to me and unhooked the damn bra. When I sucked in my breath, he stroked my head gently.

"It was cutting into your skin, Marri."

I nodded and tried to relax. He took his hand away from my head and I heard him squeeze out some of the salve. He rubbed it gently into my back where the bra had been.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No," I said. It actually felt pretty good. He massaged my back and shoulders and I started to relax for real.

He shifted and I suddenly felt his hands on the backs of my calves. He worked the skin and muscles quickly and thoroughly before moving up to my thighs.

The belt had struck the tops of my thighs a few times, so they were very tender. He seemed to know that and rubbed the salve in very gently. I gasped when he first touched the skin on my ass but he worked tenderly.

"You're lucky he left the panties on," he said, still rubbing. "If he'd hit your bare skin, he'd have broken it open instead of just leaving a few welts."

After a few minutes, he stopped. I turned my face toward him and he was smiling at me.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No. It felt good. Thanks."

I realized he was absently stroking the back of my thigh and I shuddered. I couldn't believe it, but I was actually getting a little turned on. I blushed, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Well," he said, "I suppose I should go."

"Okay."

He stood and left, and I was actually sad to see him go. I knew my pussy had gotten wet from his touch, but I pushed the thoughts away. I'd just had the shit beat out of me. I had no reason to be aroused.

I sighed. I went into the bathroom and filled up the tub. I took a long, hot soak and decided to just crash in the apartment. I didn't have the energy to drive back to the dorm.



Educating Marri Ch. 05



On Tuesday, I could still barely sit, but thanks to some aspirin, I managed to make it through my classes. I ended up back in the library to start the outline from my research, which meant I'd be working with Lori.

I was still shifting around uncomfortably when she sat down next to me. "Hey. How are you?"

"All right," I shrugged.

"How did last night go? Who'd you get?"

"Al."

"Oh jeez," she said, concerned. "I had him once. I guess he shows up once a month or so and Beverly rotates him so no one ends up with him over and over."

"Great."

"Look, Marri, I know he's terrible, but most of the guys aren't like that. A lot of them are just lonely."

"Whatever." I was starting to wish she'd never even told me about Torch in the first place. I was ready to turn in my keys and never go back. What could they do? Sue me? Hard to do when it wasn't exactly a legal job to begin with.

"Marri, you're not quitting are you?"

"Why? You lose out on some kind of bonus if I go?"

"No," she said, sounding a little hurt. "I just think you'd like it if you let yourself."

"Beverly didn't even warn me about him."

"Oh, everybody knows Beverly's a bitch," she said dismissively. "He probably paid extra so she wouldn't tell you."

"So what am I supposed to do? Go back there and pretend like nothing happened?"

"Yes. Exactly."

I sighed.

"I guess I could stick it out for a little longer," I conceded.

"Good," she said, smiling. "Now, should we get back to this paper? I need a good grade."

We went back to work. We had the whole thing mapped out in under an hour, and we decided to pack it in and head over to Torch.

"You know," she murmured on our way out, "Della is out of town for a couple of days, and I get really lonesome when I sleep alone."

Before I could respond, she darted off, leaving me there with my mouth open.

* * * * *

"Marri, your client is here." It was Mr. Earl's voice on the intercom, and I was relieved. I figured he wouldn't set me up with someone like Al, at least not right away.

I went into the foyer wearing the media version of the stereotypical prostitute outfit. My shirt was so tight, it looked painted on, and it was cropped above my navel. The skirt was obscenely short and the boots were almost comically tall, going all the way up to the knee with three-inch heels. I was just praying I wouldn't fall.

Mr. Earl was waiting in the foyer next to a tall, skinny, freckled guy. He couldn't have been more than twenty, and he looked like a scared rabbit. I breathed a sigh of relief. He was as different from Al as possible.

"Marri, this is David, your client for the night."

"Hello, David."

"Uh, hi," he said, looking around like he was in awe. He probably was.

"Today is David's birthday," Mr. Earl told me. "Let's make sure it's a happy one."

"Sure. Come on upstairs, David."

Mr. Earl smiled encouragingly and I took David's hand, leading him away. We went into my room and he just stood there, looking totally lost and overwhelmed.

I locked the door and clicked on the intercom, confident that even if things actually did get out of hand, I could take this kid down myself. I sat down on the chair and smiled at him.

"Relax." I didn't want to come on too strong and scare him away.

"Yeah, right," he squeaked.

"It's your birthday, huh? How old are you?" I asked, trying to make conversation. Fucking was easy. I wasn't so sure about putting this guy at ease.

"Eighteen," he confided. "My brother paid for this as a birthday present."

"That was nice of him."

"Yeah, I guess so."

"So," I asked, standing up and inching towards him, realizing he'd never make the first move and we'd be there all night, "what is it that you like?"

"What?" That scared rabbit look was back, but I decided to ignore it. I stepped closer and put my hands lightly on his hips.

"You know," I said, starting to enjoy myself, "what turns you on? Do you want me to strip for you? Or do you want to take my clothes off for me instead?"

"Uh..." By now he was crimson and sweating.

"Have you ever been with a girl before?" I asked, sliding my knee between his legs and nuzzling his neck.

"Uh..." He didn't seem capable of normal speech and I assumed the answer was no. I'd never slept with a virgin before. The idea was intriguing.

I licked the edge of his earlobe and pressed my crotch against his leg. He let out a low moan of surprise and I slipped my hands up the back of his shirt, touching his bare skin.

"Take your clothes off and lie down," I instructed and pulled away. I sat in the chair again, this time keeping my legs slightly apart. I wasn't wearing any underwear, so the air hit my pussy, making me realize I was actually wet. I put one hand on my right nipple, squeezing it through the shirt, and the other on my clit.

David's eyes never left me as he struggled to get his clothes off. He stripped down to his boxers and started to blush again.

"What's wrong?" I asked, sliding my hand even farther up under the skirt, making sure he knew I was still touching myself.

"I've never... I mean, I've never been naked in front of a girl," he stammered.

I smiled and stood up. I cleared the distance between us and grabbed his prick through the boxers. He grunted and I squeezed. He was rock hard, and from what I could tell, pretty big.

"I don't think you have anything to worry about," I purred. "Your cock feels huge."

I let go and pushed him gently onto the bed. I stood between his legs and took hold of his wrists. I put his hands on my sides and said, "Take my shirt off so you can see my tits. I know you want to."

He pulled the shirt off and I felt my breasts spring free. He touched them softly, as if he expected me to slap his hands away. I moaned and closed my eyes. Part of it was for effect, but part of it was honest pleasure.

"Oh God," he said.

"Kiss my nipples," I said. "Go on. Lick them and suck on them."

He did as I instructed, cautiously at first, but then with more vigor. I felt his hand wander up my leg. I spread my legs apart and eased my hips forward. His fingers grazed the bottom of my pussy, stroking the soft, wet skin.

I tangled my fingers in his unruly hair and pulled his face deeper into my chest. He sucked harder and his fingers probed away at the opening of my slit. He let go and I groaned in protest.

He pulled the skirt off and I stood there, naked in front of him except for the boots. He let go of my nipple and looked up at me, his face wide with innocence and lust.

"Am I doing it right?"

"God, yes." And I meant it. His touch was rough and clumsy, but it held more passion than anything I'd felt in a long time, including the months before I'd even heard of Torch.

I tugged him back to his feet and shoved his boxers to the floor. I grabbed his prick and starting massaging it while I latched my own mouth on one of his nipples.

"Stop," he whispered. "Stop or I'll cum."

I forced myself to let go and shoved him hard. He landed flat on his back on the bed and I climbed on top of him.

I couldn't remember ever being so turned on. 

I was about to straddle him, but he must have had other ideas. The hormones had apparently taken over, because the shyness was gone and he rolled us so he was on top.

I opened my legs for him and he lost no time sliding his cock into my pussy. He started rocking into me and I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in even tighter.

"Oh my God," David moaned. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum for me, baby," I cried. "Cum in my pussy!"

"God, yes!" he yelled as he came. The spasms of my own sudden orgasm ripped through me, and I added my voice to his.

He came down slowly from his climax, his body shaking and slick with sweat. He stared down at me, his eyes wide with adoration.

"Wow," he breathed.

I couldn't help laughing. He grinned and I hugged him impulsively.



Educating Marri Ch. 06



Wednesday was my day off and I decided to actually spend some time away from Torch. After classes, I spent the afternoon shopping and even met up with a couple of my friends for dinner. It was so nice not to have to worry about what I would be wearing, or how sore I'd be afterward.

After dinner, I went back to the dorm and started packing my things into the boxes and plastic cartons I'd picked up. It wasn't worth going back and forth every morning now that I knew I was sticking it out at Torch.

I didn't have any classes on Thursdays, so the next morning I packed my stuff into my car and bid a silent farewell to the dorm and even my "old" life. I was moving into Torch, officially, and there would be no going back.

I pulled into the driveway and grabbed as many boxes and bags as I could manage. I went inside and ran right into Lawrence. Literally.

"Oh, sorry," I said, embarrassed beyond words. It was hard to look a man in the eye after he'd handcuffed you to the bed, taught you how to be a prostitute, and then rubbed salve into your sore ass.

He smiled at me and said, "Not a problem, Marri. Moving in, I take it?"

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you call ahead? Will and I would have met you at your car and helped you out."

"'Will'?"

"Will," he said, grinning. "William Earl, our boss?"

Oh, so that was his first name.

"I didn't really think about it," I told him.

"Here. Give me some of that. I'll carry it for you."

He took some of my things and followed me into the apartment. He set them down on the table and asked, "Got more, I assume?"

"Yeah."

"Come on. Let's get it."

We went downstairs and were met by Mr. Earl. Will. Whatever.

"Marri!" he exclaimed. "Here a little early today, aren't you?"

"She's moving in, Will," Lawrence explained.

"Wonderful!" he said, a broad smile spreading over his face. "Come on. I'll help get your things."

The three of us got everything in two more trips. By the time I had it all, I was exhausted from going up and down that damn staircase so many times.

Lawrence set down the last box on the floor and said, "Well, Marri, I gotta get going. I've got some errands to run before everyone shows up for the night."

"Okay," I said, amazed at how easy it was to around him without feeling anything sexual. "Thanks." I guessed I was really adapting to the whole "it's just a job" mentality.

Lawrence left and I was surrounded by all of my things, alone with my boss. 

"Well, thanks, Mr. Earl," I said, anxious to just put my stuff away and get rid of all the clutter."

"Please, Marri, you don't need to be so formal. Call me Will."

"Okay. Will."

"Did you need any help unpacking?"

"Uh, I think I'm okay." Being alone with him unnerved me.

"All right. Well, I'll see you later."

"Okay."

I watched him leave and I busied myself with putting my things away. After all, I was working that night, and all I would want to do afterward was collapse into the bed.

* * * * *

"Damn," I muttered. It was getting very late, and I'd only managed to find homes for half of my stuff. I threw a sandwich together for my dinner and went into the other room to get my outfit.

I ate quickly and took a fast shower. I pulled on the clothes, happy to see it wasn't that different from what I normally wore for a date. True, the pants were tighter and the shirt's neckline was much lower, but all in all, it wasn't bad.

"Marri, your client is here," Beverly's voice informed me.

I rushed out of there and went down to the foyer. Beverly was standing there with an average-looking man. She waved to me and I joined them.

"Marri, this is Peter, your client for the evening."

"Hello, Marri," he said, looking me over.

"Hi," I said, trying to figure out why his name sounded so familiar. I decided not to worry about it. Peter was common enough.

"Well, have a good night," she said, and walked away.

"Come on," he said, taking my arm, "let's go."

We went up to my room and he started undressing without a word.

"Come on," he said. "Get those clothes off. We don't got all night."

I pretended to ignore the rudeness and started to strip. Within seconds, I was down to bare skin. I stood there in front of him, not sure what I should do next.

"All right, now get over here and suck my crank."

Obediently, I got on the floor, knelt up, and started sucking. Soon he was moving his hips to match my mouth.

"Yeah," he moaned, "yeah, suck it. Suck that dick, slut. Suck it good."

I kept sucking and soon realized he was about to come. I started to slow down, but he gave my face a light smack. "No, keep going, whore. Come on, I want my jizz in your mouth."

Seconds later, he came hard. I swallowed convulsively and he pushed my head away. I didn't know if he was done for the night, so I didn't move.

"Good job, little bitch," he said, sitting on the bed. "Now get over here. I want a taste of that cute snatch."

He laid back and I went over to him. "Come on, get up here. I want your twat right on my face."

I climbed up on the bed and put my knees on the sides of his head. He grabbed my hips and held tight, making it so I could barely move an inch.

"Play with your jugs for me," he demanded. "Squeeze those little titties for all your worth."

I fondled my breasts while his tongue probed my pussy. He was rough, even biting at the lips, and licked my clit savagely. It was obvious that my pleasure was the furthest thing from his mind.

After a few minutes of this, I was grunting and squirming in discomfort, something that only made him lick harder. I could see his cock out of the corner of my eye, and he was getting hard again.

Finally, he pulled his face away and said, "Get on your hands and knees, whore."

I rolled off and got into position. He plunged his fingers into my pussy, and I pushed back, grinding against his hand.

"That's a nice little hole there, fucktoy," he sneered. "Seems almost a shame to leave it open."

He yanked his fingers out and I arched my hips, ready for his prick. My heart jumped into my chest as he grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart.

"What are you doing?" I gasped.

"Oh, I don't want your stretched-out cumbox," he said. "I'm gonna shove my pecker right up into your shit hole."

That's when I realized why his name was familiar. Della's words replayed themselves in my head. "Then I got Peter. He likes to fuck you up the ass."

"What?" I whispered in disbelief.

"You're a dumb cunt, aren't you?" he growled. "I said I'm gonna fuck your asshole."

With that, he brought the head of his dick up to my ass and started pushing. I cried out in pain and shock as he started to slide in.

"Oh yeah, slut," he grunted, working his way in using only his saliva for lube. "You like it up the ass. Holy fuck, you're so fucking tight!"

Finally, I felt his hips against my cheeks. I was biting my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. He started moving back and forth, and I yelped again. He was going so slowly, but it still felt like he was ripping me apart.

"Let's see how much prick you can take, slut," he said and started fucking my ass in earnest. I tried to pull away, but he held on. Finally, I resigned myself to having my ass reamed out.

"Your ass is so fucking hot!" he yelled, still pumping away. "What a tight little ass-slut you are!"

He fell silent again apart from the occasional groan. His cock grew harder, and I knew he was getting close again.

"Take it, whore!" he screamed. "Take my spunk, you fucking cunt!"

He exploded in me and I fell forward onto the bed. He pulled himself up, panting, and slid out.

"You're not a bad slut," he told me with a smile, as it if was a compliment. "And you love my cock, don't you?"

"Yes," I lied, forcing down the urge to punch him.

"Damn right you do."

With that, he left and I stumbled off to the bathroom to shower the sweat and cum away.



Educating Marri Ch. 07



I stayed under the hot spray for nearly an hour, right up until the water started turning cold. I couldn't even bring myself to get pissed at Beverly again. I'd had the option of calling for help, of putting an end to the whole session, but I didn't.

Granted, at the time, the words "eagles everywhere" were about the furthest thing from my mind, but part of it was pride. It was sick and pathetic, but I would have rather been beaten and fucked up the ass than admit I couldn't handle something.

To put it another way, I was no quitter.

Still, now I was beyond exhausted and the bed still had piles of clothes and other stuff on it, and I hadn't even put a sheet on. The bed in the other room was a mess, and until it had fresh linens on it, I couldn't bring myself to sleep there.

I sighed and debated about making up the bed or sleeping in the armchair or even on the floor. None of those options seemed particularly appealing.

Then it came to me.

Lori.

I pulled on a loose pair of flannel pajama bottoms and a t-shirt and slipped my feet into a pair of soft slippers. I turned off all the lights and locked up before I wandered out into the hall. I knocked on the door softly, hoping she wasn't asleep yet.

"Marri! I heard you moved in. I figured you'd be all curled up in your bed."

She was wearing that robe again. I was starting to wonder if she ever wore clothes outside of school.

"I didn't get everything put away. Half of my shit is still on the mattress."

"Come in."

I went into the room and followed her into the apartment.

"You look tired," she observed.

"I am."

"Who'd you have tonight?"

"Peter."

"Was it your first time with anal?"

"Yeah."

"I don't suppose he was at least gentle?"

"Hardly."

"Anything I can do to help?"

"I don't think so."

"You know," she said, "I had tonight off, so the bed is clean if you want to crash there."

"God, that would be great."

"Go on," she said. "I'll go get you a pillow."

I went back into the room and climbed into the bed. The sheets smelled fresh and I relaxed into them. She came out and put a pillow on the mattress.

"Thanks, Lori," I said, snuggling down into it. Unlike the sheets, the pillowcase had the scent of her shampoo and soap.

She eased herself onto the bed and sat on the edge. "I'm sorry Pete was so rough."

"It's not your fault."

"I know, but I still feel bad."

I closed my eyes, suddenly very sleepy. I felt her hand start to stroke my hair gently. I started to tense up, but I just couldn't. It felt too good to be touched so lovingly.

"Do you need anything else?"

"I don't think so."

"All right, then. I'll go to bed, too."

She put a gentle kiss on my forehead and started to get up. My eyes snapped open and I grabbed her arm impulsively.

"What's wrong?" she asked, easing back down.

"I don't know."

"Do you want me to stay?"

I nodded. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I actually slid over to give her more room. She kicked off her slippers and got under the covers, still in her robe.

"Do you always sleep in your robe?" I asked, trying to ease the tension I felt.

She blushed, grinning. "Only when I'm naked underneath because I just got out of the tub when someone came knocking."

Now it was my turn to blush. A warning light was flashing in my mind, telling me to get up and go back to my own room, even if it meant sleeping on the floor, before things got out of hand.

"Do you still want me to stay?"

"Yeah," I breathed, mentally turning off the alarm. Maybe Della had been right all along. Maybe I was curious. I remembered watching the two of them on the bed and my urge to caress Della's ass. If I had stayed, would I have given in and seen where it all led?

I couldn't answer that question. But all I knew was that in the past seven nights, I'd slept with five different guys, three of whom tormented and humiliated me. I'd just been essentially ass-raped by a man who called me every filthy, nasty name in the book.

And here was Lori, so soft and gentle and wanting to take care of me.

She laid back, one arm under her head and the other flopped across her chest. She closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. I rolled onto my side and just stared at her.

After a few seconds, her eyes opened and she smiled at me. "What?"

"Nothing," I said. "Sorry."

"Don't be," she whispered and rolled to face me. We were only inches apart. My mouth went dry and she reached out and touched my face.

"Is this all right?" she asked.

I could only nod.

"Can I kiss you, Marri?"

I nodded again and took a deep breath.

She slid even closer and tipped her face to mine. My eyelids fluttered and closed and I felt her soft lips brush over them. She then kissed my cheeks and I started to tremble.

Her mouth pressed gently over mine and I sighed. My hand wandered and found her hair as she kissed me again. She pressed her body to mine and I was amazed how well they seemed to fit together.

When I didn't protest, she gently parted my lips with her tongue. I opened my mouth and surrendered to the kiss. Our tongues touched and wandered over each other and she sucked mine carefully.

She broke the kiss and pulled back, looking into my eyes. "Are you all right?" she asked.

"God, yes," I breathed.

"Do you want to stop?"

"What?" My mind was still fuzzy from fatigue and sudden arousal.

She answered by loosening her robe and slipping it off. Now she was nude under the sheet. I couldn't see her, but the heat was radiating off her body, exciting me.

She reached over and slid her hand under my shirt. She touched my stomach and I sucked in my breath. She inched her fingers up toward my breast, stopping just before making contact.

"Do you want to stop?" she asked again.

I don't remember exactly how it happened, but next thing I knew, we were all over each other. She threw back the sheet, exposing her exquisite, soft body, and I tore off my shirt. She buried her face in my chest, licking up and down my nipples, suckling them with just the right amount of pressure. I had my hands buried in her long hair, holding her close.

She eased down my pajama bottoms and knelt between my legs. She ran her tongue down my stomach, leaving gentle love-bites along the skin. I knew my pussy was sopping, and my body felt like it was on fire.

"Oh, Marri," she said, sliding her fingers along my clit, "you are so wet."

"Lori, Lori, Lori," I moaned, almost like a mantra.

Her fingers eased into my pussy and I started rocking my hips. She fingered me for a few seconds before leaning down to lick me, lapping at my juices.

Faster than I ever dreamed possible, I was cumming, exploding into a fierce climax. I cried out her name, jerking my pelvis toward the ceiling.

I started calming down and I looked at her, still full of lust. I sat up and rolled her onto her back, locking my mouth over her nipple and sucking greedily.

"Eat me," she begged. "Please, Marri, eat me. Lick my pussy."

I was only too happy to oblige. I tentatively kissed her clit, nuzzling her soft lips. I ran my tongue over her in gentle circles and slid my finger into her wetness.

Before I knew it, she was yelling, "I'm cumming! Oh dear God, Marri, I'm cumming!"

I couldn't believe how much I loved the taste of her pussy, how sweet her juices were. I drank them down as much as I could until she actually pulled away, panting, "No more, no more."

I slid back up to the top of the bed and rested my head on her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me tenderly.

I cuddled into her, my arm draped over her stomach. My hand found its way to her breast and rested there like it was molded.

"Get some sleep, Marri," she whispered.

"Good night, Lori."

* * * * *

I woke up slowly, still wrapped in Lori's arms. Our naked bodies were still pressed together and my hand still rested lightly on her breast.

She was still sleeping, her breathing deep and even. I slid my hand down her body and found her soft pussy. She sighed, but didn't wake up as I flicked her nipple with my tongue.

I took her clit between my thumb and finger and started squeezing it gently. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, savoring the taste.

She moaned and her eyes fluttered open. She looked down at me, surprised. I smiled at her and kept squeezing her clit.

"Morning," I murmured, her nipple obscuring my speech.

She smiled back and whispered, "You're better than any alarm clock I've ever seen."

We both had an early class, and I had no idea what time it was, but I didn't care. I had the feeling Lori didn't either, because she wound her hands into my hair and pulled me even closer.

The night before, I'd been so worried I was going to do something wrong, I hadn't really let myself experiment. But after a good night's sleep, I was willing to take a few chances. I wanted to touch her everywhere, and taste every inch of her skin, and she seemed more than willing to let me try whatever I wanted.

I nibbled on her neck while my hand continued its stroking. She groaned and I rolled on top of her, straddling her with my knees on either side of her hips. She reached up and grabbed my tits while I moved my hips back and forth, letting our pussy lips rub against each other.

"God, Marri, you feel so hot," she said. "Spin around. I want to taste you."

I did what she asked, moving my legs up to her head while I faced her delicious bush. I settled my mouth over her clit and started sucking, much harder than I had before. She stared licking the opening of my cunt, jabbing her tongue into me.

I moaned and the vibrations made her cry out. She kept eating me, her hands on my ass, massaging the cheeks.

Suddenly, she let go and started talking. "Poor baby," she said. "Your poor little ass."

I felt her tongue run over my asshole and I jumped. "Shh," she whispered. "Trust me."

I did, so I went back to licking her pussy while she massaged my aching hole with her tongue. I couldn't believe I was actually enjoying the rimming, especially after the punishment it had received the night before, but I was.

She went back to eating me out and ever so gently slid a finger into my spittle-slick asshole. She moved it in and out as she ate me, and before I knew it, I was on the verge of another climax.

I felt my body stiffen and she murmured, "Yeah, cum for me, sweetie. Cum all over my face."

The orgasm shot through me and I cried out in pleasure. She didn't let me go, she kept licking, making me cum over and over.

"Stop, stop," I moaned. "I can't take anymore."

"Shh, just keep going."

I lost count of how many orgasms I had, and still she kept on licking and sucking. I locked my lips back around her clit and worked it furiously.

Finally, she shuddered under me as she came, and she released my pussy to let out a yelp of pleasure. Part of me wanted to keep at her the way she had with me, but I couldn't. I was just too spent.

I spun back around and cradled her to me. "God, Marri, if you keep that up, I might never let you leave."

I kissed her, our tongues running over each other lazily. "I've never cum like that before," I told her.

We cuddled back into the bed and fell back asleep. The rest of the world could wait, or even go to hell, for all I cared.



Educating Marri Ch. 08



At some point, we woke up for real and showered together. We washed each other, occasionally stopping for a kiss or a quick suckle.

We went back to my apartment and she helped me put the rest of my things away. We both had to work that night, so we said a slow goodbye and she went back to her room to get ready.

I still couldn't believe I'd spent the night in Lori's bed, not to mention her arms, but I forced myself to get ready for that night's client. When I went to get the outfit, though, there was only a garter belt, black stockings, and a note asking me to go see Will down in his office after I'd put them on.

I was curious and confused, and I hoped I hadn't done anything wrong. If I got fired now, I really was in trouble. I hadn't even bothered to look for another apartment, and I'd have nowhere to go once the semester ended.

I knocked and Will called me in. I opened the door and was greeted by his broad smile. I figured I couldn't be in too much trouble if he was still so happy.

"Marri, hello!" he said. "Sit down, please."

I sat in the chair across from him and I noticed a long, formal-looking black gown trimmed with gold-colored satin. It was strapless and the skirt flowed beautifully from the tight bodice. It was a gorgeous dress, and I wondered why he had such a thing in his private office.

"Marri, I asked you to come because I wanted you to be aware of the specific requests made by tonight's client."

Images of Al with his belt and Peter with his assfucking filled my head and I forced down a groan. At least this time I was getting fair warning.

"Like what?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound defensive.

"This man came to us a while back and asked us to orchestrate a special session for him. We had it all set up, and then the girl we had in mind quit suddenly and it had to be postponed. Fortunately, you're her size, so we were able to get it together again for him," Will explained.

"The same size?"

"Yes," he said, gesturing to the gown. "You see, this dress was altered to fit her, and we needed someone else who could wear it before we called him back."

"He wants me to wear that?" Now I was even more confused.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Apparently, he was recently discharged from the Army. He enlisted right out of high school. For whatever reason, he never got to go to his senior formal. He asked us to make his own private prom, complete with music, dancing, and a gown for his date." 

"Okay," I said, still a little confused. It seemed like an awful lot of trouble to go through just because you missed out on the prom. But hey, if he wanted to pay good money for it, who was I to complain.

"Well, then, try it on," he said.

I glanced around, half expecting to see a dressing room or something, but I wasn't really surprised that I was expected to change there, right in front of Will.

He busied himself with some sort of paperwork while I slipped into the gown. He stood and helped me zip it up, smiling approvingly. It fit perfectly and I knew I looked good, just like a girl really going to her prom.

"Well, come on then," he said, offering me his arm. "He should be here by now, and we can't keep him waiting."

I hooked my arm though Will's and we went back out to the foyer. There was a dark-haired man standing there, looking at a painting on the wall, his back to us. He was dressed in a black tuxedo, and, from behind at least, his body was very appealing.

He turned around when he heard us coming and I found myself looking into the most intense pair of dark brown eyes I'd ever seen. He smiled when he saw us, clearly pleased.

Will and I crossed the foyer and the man stepped toward us, a corsage of white roses wrapped with a gold ribbon in his hands. I couldn't help blushing. I felt giddy, almost like I had at my own prom. And there was something about his face I trusted instantly.

"Marri, I'd like you to meet Andrew, your date for the evening."

Andrew slipped the corsage over my wrist and I let go of Will's arm. We didn't say anything as he put his hand on the small of my back and we went toward the stairs. Will just smiled after us and gave a little wave before returning to his office.

When we got to the bottom of the stairs, Andrew said, "After you." He followed me to my room and I was impressed at how it looked.

Someone had put up a few streamers and changed the light bulbs from clear to a soft blue, bathing everything in their glow. The bed had been pushed off to the side, opening up the floor and a stereo sat on the stand, soft music coming from the speakers.

When the next song started, he reached his hand out to me and said, "May I have this dance?"

It was corny as hell, but I liked it. I slid into his arms, amazed at how well I seemed to fit. My face came up to the middle of his chest and he had to tip his head down just a little to look at me.

I put my hands on his shoulders and he rested his on my hips. We started swaying back and forth in time with the music. I kept waiting for him to start pawing at me or throw me on the bed, but he didn't.

After the first few songs, I started to relax. I rested my head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight. I sighed contentedly as we danced and closed my eyes, and after a while I actually forgot where we were.

"You look really pretty, Marri," he said, breaking the silence.

"You look good, too," I told him, and I meant it. If I'd met him somewhere else, like on campus or at the mall, I might have even wanted to date him.

The music ended and we stopped dancing. He stepped back but kept his hands on my waist. He looked down at me almost like he was memorizing my face.

"What?" I whispered.

"You just... I mean... This is just so nice."

I agreed, and out of pure impulse, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He kissed me back gently and tipped his face down so our foreheads rested on each other. He clasped his hands behind my back and sighed.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I'm not sure what I should do now," he admitted.

Then I realized something. My job aside, I was totally turned on. I wanted this guy, and I knew he wanted me. But I had the feeling he didn't want it to be a regular client/prostitute experience.

"What would you do if I was really your prom date?" I asked.

"Worry I wouldn't get you home before curfew?" he joked.

"Good news, Andrew," I told him. "I don't have a curfew tonight."

He kissed me again, this time with more passion. His tongue slipped into my mouth, touching mine and sending jolts of excitement down my body. The kiss deepened and we were clutching each other tightly, totally caught up in the moment.

I pushed his jacket down off his arms and tossed it aside. He sucked in his breath as I started kissing his neck and unbuttoning his shirt. He reached around and found the zipper on the back of my gown, tugging it down.

I took a step back and pushed it off of my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I stood there in my bra, panties, garter belt and stockings, feeling amazingly sexy. He just stood there and stared at me until I went back over to him and started undoing his belt.

He pulled off his shirt, revealing a nicely defined chest with just the right amount of hair. I ran my hands up and down his bare back as he slid his pants off.

We glided over to the bed naturally, like it was something we had done all our lives. We laid there, side by side, kissing and touching each other. He rolled onto his side and slid over to me and started kissing my neck, running his tongue over my collarbone and ears.

His hand rested gently on my stomach, stroking it up and down. He slowly brought it up to the bottom of my bra and hesitated.

"What's wrong?" I breathed.

"Is it all right if I touch your breasts?"

"God, yes."

He slipped his fingers under the material and cupped my breast in his hand. He started massaging it gently, running his thumb over the now-erect nipple. I brought my own hand to my chest and unhooked the front clasp, exposing my bare breasts.

I was still touching his head, his hair twined in my fingers, when he lowered his mouth to suckle my nipple. I groaned in pleasure and held him close.

He let his hand wander down my stomach and rest on the top edge of my panties. I couldn't stand the thought of him letting go of my nipple, so before he could say a word, I whispered, "Yes, please, please touch my pussy."

Andrew slid his hand into the panties, and as soon as his fingers grazed my lips, I let out a little cry. He moaned into my nipple and I felt his teeth lightly close on it. His finger started massaging my clit and I started rolling my hips, encouraging him to touch me more. When he penetrated me with his fingers, I sunk my nails into his shoulder, shuddering from his touch.

"Damn," he said, "you are so wet."

I unhooked the garter and struggled to get the panties off. He grinned at me and said, "Calm down, I'll help."

He worked the panties down and tossed them over his shoulder. He started rubbing my clit, staring up at my face, clearly enjoying watching me squirm.

"Can I taste you, Marri?"

I could only nod. He knelt down between my legs and lightly kissed the lips. I was dying for him to eat me out, but he was in no hurry.

He leisurely licked along the folds, keeping away from my clit. He slid one finger into me and started pumping it in and out, driving me completely insane.

"My clit," I begged. "Lick my clit."

"Haven't you ever heard the expression 'Good things come to those who wait'?" he murmured.

He continued licking at the lips, sucking them into his mouth one at a time. I was moaning and squealing and I knew that once he finally got to my clit, I would cum for all I was worth.

His fingers gently spread my lips apart, exposing my clit, and I sucked in my breath in anticipation. He started by pressing his lips against it. His tongue circled around it with deliberate slowness, making me quake.

He continued circling my clit and pumping his finger in and out until I came with fierce intensity. I yelped and grabbed at his head.

"Fuck me!" I cried. "Fuck me now!"

He hurried to pull himself up and slip out of his boxers. He put his hands on the sides of my head and I wrapped my arms around his back. I held on to his shoulders and raised my knees to the air, giving him better access.

He slid into me with exquisite slowness, making me cum again. He started fucking me gently, and no amount of urging would make him go any harder.

I came two more times before he stiffened up and reached his own climax. He pumped into me a few more times before stopping.

We stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity. I caressed his cheek and he kissed me again.

At that moment, I knew Andrew was destined to be mine.



Educating Marri Ch. 09-10



Chapter Nine

I woke up in my bed, momentarily confused. After Andrew left, I had gone off to my bed without showering. My skin still had his scent on it, and I only wished I had a way to keep it like that.

The worst part was that since he was a client, I'd probably never see him again. Or if I did, he'd probably be matched up with a different girl and I'd have to see him go off into her room.

I shook my head to clear it. It didn't do me any good to think about it. I forced myself to get up and take a shower. Lori and I had promised to go to the library and finish the first draft of the research paper. After all, it was due in a little over a week, and we had to get ready to type it all up.

After I showered, I made my way down to the foyer. I decided to check out the house kitchen. I wanted to meet some of the other girls and maybe even have a hot meal I didn't have to cook. Granted, it wouldn't be anything fancy, but I wasn't picky.

The kitchen empty except for three girls I'd never met before in the corner, eating pancakes and drinking coffee, apparently the menu for the morning. I got my food and went over to the table.

"Hi," a pert, bubbly girl spoke up. "You must be the new girl. I'm Sarah, and this is Cathy and Amy."

"I'm Marri," I said, sitting down. Sarah had long blond hair and bright blue eyes. Cathy had short, kinky black hair and dark brown eyes, and Amy had brown hair and hazel eyes, not that you could really see them. She looked half-asleep, and her eyelids drooped.

"Sorry," Amy said with a yawn. "Chuck kept me up 'til two."

Cathy shook her head and growled, "I hate that motherfucker."

I froze, my pancake halfway to my mouth. She sounded so angry, her dark skin flushing.

"Don't mind her," Sarah said with a wave of her hand. "She's only got a few weeks left, and she's done."

"Yeah, well, when you've been here as long as I have, you get pretty Goddamned sick of fucking and sucking anyone with money in their pockets, and of Beverly setting you up with sadistic pricks because she's got something against you."

"How long have you been here?" I asked.

"Three years," she said. "I've got exactly nineteen days left, which means fourteen sessions. You want my advice? Get out. Get out before your trial period is up."

Before I could answer, Cathy got up and stalked away. Amy stared after her looking totally nonplussed and Sarah just shook her head.

"You might think she had it so bad or that the Earls kept her here under lock and key."

I couldn't think of anything to say to that, so I just kept eating. After a few minutes, Sarah sighed and got up. "Well, I gotta go. I've got to get some stuff done today."

I waved and she left, leaving me alone with Amy,z the half-asleep wonder. I didn't know what to say to make conversation, and I was thrilled when Lori showed up, our research folder in hand. She smiled and walked over to the table.

"Hey, Marri," she said. "Ready to go?"

"Yup," I said, glancing at Amy. She still looked pretty out of it, but she waved as we left.

We got in my car and drove toward the library. She rested her hand on my knee and I felt that now-familiar surge of lust.

"What did you think of the girls?" she asked.

"They were all right, I guess," I said with a shrug. "Cathy seemed pretty bitter. She warned me to get out while I still could."

"Yeah well, Cathy's just upset because she doesn't get as many client requests as the rest of us and she gets stuck with the assholes."

"God, I hope I never get that jaded."

"You won't," she said, snuggling into my neck and kissing my earlobe. "You have me."

I smiled and tried my best to concentrate on the road. At least I had the night off, so I could take a hot bath and relax.

"You know," she said as I parked the car a few minutes later, "Della comes home tomorrow. Maybe the three of us can get together after the clients go home."

With that though in my head, I turned off the ignition and prepared myself for a day of schoolwork. As if I'd be able to concentrate with the thought of Lori and Della in one bed. Four long hours later, we finally had our rough draft. It was all set to be typed up, but that would have to wait. My brain was pretty well fried, and Lori could only hunt and peck.

We packed up and went to the campus cafeteria for lunch. We walked hand in hand and flopped down in the uncomfortable chairs to eat the mildly appetizing food. "I'll get it typed up this week," I promised. "That way we can look over it again next weekend to make sure it's perfect."

"Sounds like a plan," Lori said with a stretch. "God, I don't want to work tonight. I suppose you'll be relaxing in the tub all night, huh?"

"Yeah, probably."

"Bitch," she kidded.

By the time we got home, I was horny as hell. All I wanted to do was follow Lori to her room and make love to her. But I couldn't. She had to get ready for work. I resigned myself to a night alone with a bubble bath and a book.

About a half hour after I got in, there was a sharp rap on my door. I opened it to find Beverly scowling at me. I couldn't think of what I'd done wrong, but I was sure she'd tell me.

"Hi, Beverly," I said. "What's up?"

Without being invited, she stalked into the room and sat down in the chair. I shut the door and eased myself onto the bed to face her.

"I just had a telephone call about you, that's what's up."

"What about?" I asked, confused.

"Apparently, the client you had last night wants your personal phone number."

Andrew. Andrew wanted my phone number. I was excited just thinking about it.

It must have shown on my face, because Beverly glared at me and snapped, "Not only is this extremely unusual, it's also against the rules."

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, not exactly sure what I was apologizing for. "What did you tell him?"

"My husband insisted I take down the number for you. If you want it, I suggest you go and ask him for it. I wash my hands of the whole thing."

She stood and turned to leave. She turned back to look at me, her hand on the doorknob. "We make these rules for a reason, Marri. They are in place for your protection and privacy. I understand you are in the process of getting your masters degree. Don't jeopardize that because you have a physical attraction to a client."

She yanked open the door and left. I laid back on the bed and groaned. I wanted Andrew's number more than anything, but what if Beverly was right? Was he worth risking everything I'd worked so hard for?

Chapter Ten

I'd knocked and was waiting for the door to open. Seconds later, he answered, that big grin on his face. "Hello, Marri," he said. "I had a feeling I'd be seeing you."

"Hi, Will," I said, walking into his office. I'd thought long and hard about getting Andrew's number, and I realized my job alone put my credibility in jeopardy for the future. And if I never called Andrew, I'd never know what it could turn into.

Will went back to his desk and sat down. I took the chair across from him and he smiled, leaning back with his fingers laced behind his head.

"So," he said, "I assume my wife told you about the phone call?"

"Yes, she did. Look, I really didn't know it was against the rules or anything."

He waved his hand and said, "Oh, don't worry about it. I made the rules, and although they are clearly stated in the contract you signed, I can certainly break them if I choose."

I didn't know what to say to that. I just sat there and waited for him to give me the number. Will, however, seemed to be in no rush. I figured I was in for some kind of lecture and I steeled myself for it, determined to take it in stride if it meant getting Andrew's number.

"Well, Marri, I have the number right here in the top drawer of my desk. Why don't you come and get it."

I was a little confused. I didn't know why he didn't just give it to me himself, but I wasn't about to argue. I went around and opened the drawer. There was indeed a slip of paper inside, but when I went to reach for it, Will grabbed my wrist.

I looked at him, taken by surprise. He had a strange sort of half-smile on his face and he didn't let go of my arm. "What is it?" I asked.

"You know, Marri," he said, "I can see why the clients like you. Frank requested you again for tomorrow. Is that all right?"

"Sure," I said. Frank wasn't too bad, really. At least he had no real desire to hurt me. He just seemed to like the game aspect.

"And apparently Andrew was quite taken with you. It's not every day a client calls to talk to one of our girls by name."

"I'm sure." What else could I say? He was still holding my wrist, not enough to hurt, but tight enough to keep me pretty well still.

"Makes me wonder what I'm missing," he mused. "You do have a beautiful body."

"Thanks." Now I was getting nervous. I just wanted to grab that paper and go back to my room. It was my night off and I'd promised myself that long, hot bath.

"Well, Marri, how can we satisfy my curiosity?"

"I don't know."

"I assume you want Andrew's number?"

"Yes, I do."

"And I want a taste of what the others are getting. I suggest a bit of a trade-off."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning you get under my desk and suck me off, and if you do a good enough job, I'll give you his number."

Will was no different than his clients after all. He was all too ready to use me, to use my body for his own pleasure. I didn't answer right away and his grip tightened on my wrist. He jerked me down hard and I fell onto my knees.

"Do we have a deal, Marri?"

I couldn't help glaring up at him. He'd always seemed like such a nice man, like he actually cared about what happened to me, and the other girls, too. But I realized that he was just as capable of putting on an act as anyone else.

I nodded curtly. "Ah, ah, Marri," he said, shaking his finger at me, "that's no kind of an attitude to have. I'm your boss, after all. And I am breaking my own rules to make you happy. I think you owe me something."

I forced a smile and nodded again. He smiled back and loosened his belt with his free hand.

He opened his pants and briefs enough to free his dick. It was average-sized and rock hard. He let go of my wrist and said, "Go on. Get under there and get going. I have a meeting in a minute, and I don't want the client getting a free preview."

I got under the desk where I was completely hidden from view, and he slid forward, his cock sticking out at me like an exclamation point. I would be his secret pleasure, and the client would never know.

I slid between his legs and put my hands on his thighs. He sighed and said, "Good girl, Marri. Now, go on and get started. Tyrone will be here any second to talk about what he has in mind for Della."

I started by licking up and down the shaft. It was awkward because not only was I crammed into such a tiny space, he was totally silent. I ran my tongue around the head in a slow circle, flicking at the tip. His leg muscles tensed under my hands, giving me at least some sort of reaction. 

There was a knock on the door and I stopped instinctively. He pushed my head forward so I could continue.

I started sucking, working my way up and down the prick, and he called the man in. He entered and shook Will's hand, apparently not finding it at all strange that he stayed sitting. Of course, the guy was here at an illegal whorehouse, ironing out the details of his next illegal session with an illegal prostitute. He probably didn't care much about pleasantries or social mores.

"Tyrone," Will said, his voice amazingly normal despite the blow-job, "it's good to see you again."

"Hey, Will. So, are we still set with Della for tomorrow?"

"Of course. Her room will be transformed into the dungeon, just the way you like it."

I stopped sucking just for a moment. A dungeon? I didn't like the sound of that even though it sounded like she'd done it before.

I started sucking again, anxious to finish him off, get Andrew's number, and get the hell out of there. I didn't want to hear about what Tyrone was planning to do with Della, especially since there was a pretty big chance I'd end up with him too, one day.

"And the accessories I asked for? Will they be there, too?"

"Of course. Let's just double check," Will said, his cock growing harder all the time as I licked and sucked. He rummaged around through the papers on his desk and started reading off a list.

"Okay, we've got wrist and ankle restraints, the spreader bar, the two vibrators, the butt-plug, the dildo, the leather whip, the wooden paddle, the blindfold, the flogger, and the ring gag. Was there anything else?"

"The nipple clamps!" Tyrone exclaimed. "How could you forget the nipple clamps?"

"Oh, I apologize," Will said with a chuckle, causing his dick to jump in my mouth. "Here they are. Yes, we have those, too."

"All right," Tyrone said, sounding satisfied. "I'll be back tomorrow night."

"I'll be looking for you."

I heard him leave, and I concentrated fully on getting Will off. I sucked harder and harder, my tongue spinning around his schlong in circles. He started moving his hips in time with my movements, and he finally came. Other than his leg muscles tightening up and a quick gasp of air, he gave no outward sign of anything unusual. He sounded more like he was reading the newspaper than getting head.

After I swallowed his seed, he said, "All right, Marri, you can come out now."

I did and I stood up, enjoying the feeling of being upright again. Now he felt more like any other client than my boss.

Any other client, that is, except Andrew.

Wordlessly, he opened the drawer and pulled out the slip of paper. He handed it to me and I practically snatched it away. I half expected him to yank it back and demand some other sex act, but he didn't. He just nodded and waved me away.

"Thanks," I said grudgingly.

"Don't mention it." His voice sounded different, harder than usual. I had the distinct impression he was telling me not to mention any of it, especially the blow-job

Whatever. I didn't care. I just wanted to go and call Andrew.

I dashed out of his office and practically flew up the stairs, passing Sarah, Amy, and a couple of clients in the foyer without a backward glance.



Educating Marri Ch. 11-12



Chapter Eleven

I ran into my apartment and locked the door. I sat on the loveseat and picked up the phone. My fingers were shaking as I dialed. I didn't know why I was so nervous. It just all seemed so backwards. In the past, I'd always had phone conversations and such before having sex with someone. It was a hard habit to break.

Someone picked up on the fourth ring. I nearly lost my nerve and hung up, but I made myself stay on the line. I'd earned this. A voice I instantly recognized as Andrew's said, "Hello?"

"Hi, uh, is this Andrew?

"Yeah, who is this?"

"Marri," I said, refusing to go into more detail. He'd just met me not even twenty-four hours ago. If he forgot me already, he wasn't worth bothering with. And I'd have given a blow-job for nothing.

"Marri!" he said, sounding happy. "I was hoping you'd call."

"Yeah, uh, Will gave me your number." Well, traded it, I supposed, if I was to be totally accurate. But he didn't need to know that.

"I, uh, hope I'm not bothering you or anything."

"No, not at all," I said. "I was just going to curl up with a book tonight and probably take a hot bath. Nothing exciting."

"That sounds nice, actually. I had to work all day, so I'll probably just go to bed early."

"Where do you work?"

"Oh, this is just my second job. I work at an electronics store on the weekends to help save up some money."

"What's your first job?"

"I work for a plastics company on the other side of town. It's boring as hell, but it pays the bills."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," I said. "A couple of years ago, I worked at a bank. All I did was alphabetize and file. It was horrible."

We talked for nearly an hour like that, telling stories and trading bits of information. We discovered we actually had quite a bit in common and that we really liked each other's company.

"Listen, Marri, I had a really good time last night."

"I did, too."

"And I don't even mean the sex. I mean, that part was great, I mean it was fantastic, but..."

I couldn't help laughing. He was stammering and sounded so funny. He fell silent and after a few seconds, joined in. It was unbelievably nice to be understood without having to say a word.

"When can I see you again?" he asked once the laughter stopped.

"I have Wednesdays and Saturdays off," I told him. I hoped he'd want to see me on one of those days. I didn't want him for my client.

"Can I take you out for dinner on Wednesday? Just the two of us?"

My heartbeat quickened. I was grinning like a fool, but what did I care. There was nobody there to see me.

"That would be great."

"Can I call you Monday to figure out the details? I'll know what my schedule looks like by then."

"I'd like that."

"What's your number?"

"It's 555-0144,"

"Got it," he said. "I'll call you Monday around, oh, five? Will you be free then? I mean is that early enough? I mean..."

He was asking me if I'd be busy having sex by then, but he was trying to be delicate about it. That alone made me want to kiss him.

"My shift doesn't start until six at night."

"Even tomorrow?"

"Yeah, even tomorrow."

"Then, would you mind if I called you sometime in the afternoon? The store closes at one on Sundays, so that would still give us plenty of time to talk."

"Yeah, sure."

"Well, then, I guess I should let you go, huh? I mean, you have that bath and book waiting for you."

"Yeah, I guess so." But I didn't want to hang up. I didn't want to wait until Wednesday to see him, either.

I had a sudden flash of inspiration. "Andrew, what if I take you out for a late lunch tomorrow? Like around two? I could meet you somewhere."

"That sounds good," he said. "But I can pay. You pick the place and I'll be there at two waiting for you."

"Fu Yongs?" I suggested, naming a local Chinese restaurant.

"I'll be there," he promised. "Goodnight, Marri."

"Goodnight, Andrew," I whispered, reluctantly hanging up. I decided to skip the bath and just take a quick shower. I wanted to get to sleep. I had a feeling I'd be dreaming about Andrew, and I didn't want to miss any of it.

Chapter Twelve

Someone was pounding on my door, startling me awake. I got up, threw on my robe, and ran my hand through my messy hair. I glanced at the clock. It was only eight in the morning. Who would be bugging me that early? Especially on a Sunday.

I opened the door and found Lori standing there, grinning and holding on to Della's arm. Della looked differently than I remembered, but after all, last, she'd been naked and feasting on Lori's pussy. Anyone looks different upright, dressed, and in a non-sexual position.

"Wake up, sleepy head," Lori said. "Look who's home."

"Hi," I said, backing up to let them in and suddenly aware I hadn't even brushed my teeth yet. They both looked great, complete with makeup and shoes.

"Lori told me you gave in and went to see her the other night," Della said, sitting on the bed.

"Yeah."

"We were planning on spending the whole day back in my bed," Della said, licking her lips as she looked at me. "Want to join us?"

"I, uh, have some plans for the afternoon." It sounded totally lame even if it was the truth. "I have a late lunch date at Fu Yongs."

"Who with?" Lori asked, looking surprised.

"A guy named Andrew," I said. I wasn't about to tell them he was a client. I wasn't ashamed of it, but if giving out my number was against the rules, I could only imagine that seeing any of the men outside of Torch was even higher on the "don't" list.

"Well, what about before that?" Della asked, her eyes wide with desire. "It could be one hell of a brunch."

Something in me lit up like a matchstick and I said, "Just let me go shower."

I was going to spend the morning with two women before an afternoon with the man I was infatuated with, followed up by a guy who I was paid to sleep with.

I was starting to feel like a class-A slut.

But I just couldn't bring myself to care.

* * * * *

I took what must have been a world-record speed shower and threw on my clothes. I saved out my favorites for that afternoon. I figured it didn't matter what I wore to meet Lori and Della. I doubted I'd be wearing them very long.

I went into the hallway and made my way to Della's room. No one else seemed to be up yet, so everything was eerily quiet. I knocked on her door and she answered it. I slipped inside and looked around.

Will must have already gotten ready for Tyrone, because there were all kinds of things scattered around the room. The smaller toys were on the table and the restraints hung from the four posts. It made me partly uncomfortable, but partly excited. Other than Al and Lawrence, I'd never tried anything along the BDSM lines, and I'd always been curious. But that didn't stop me from being thankful Patrick wasn't my client.

Lori and Della had changed their clothes, too. They were each wearing braless teddies with built in garters and stockings, and no panties. They looked hot as hell, and I realized I was already dripping wet.

"Take off your clothes," Lori said, coming closer to me. I started undressing, watching them kiss and fondle each other. Once I was naked, they looked at me, their eyes hungry.

"Why don't you get on the bed," Della said, sounding like there was no room for argument.

I got on that mammoth bed, and they got on either side of me, turning me into a virtual sandwich. Lori leaned on her elbow up by my head and started brushing the hair off of my forehead.

"Trust us, okay?" she asked, smiling tenderly.

"Mm-hmm," I breathed, enjoying her touch and relaxing.

The next thing I knew, Della was wrapping restraints on my ankles and Lori was putting them on my wrists. It was done within seconds, giving me no time to pull away.

"What the hell?" I demanded.

Lori kissed me gently but I jerked my head away. "Don't worry, sweetie," she cooed. "We won't hurt you."

"No, of course not," Della agreed, putting the large spreader bar between my knees and fastening it into place. She ran her tongue up my inner thigh and said, "We just want to make you feel good."

Before I could say anything else, Lori slipped the blindfold over my eyes and forced the ring gag into my mouth. I couldn't form words, but the grunts and yells did a good enough job of getting my point across. I was pissed, and they knew it.

I felt Della inch her way up the bed so she was back up on the other side of my head. I felt her hand on my stomach followed immediately by Lori's. They started moving them up until they reached just under my breasts.

Then I felt two hot mouths close on my nipples and begin to suck like there was no tomorrow. In spite of being tied up and pissed, I let out a low moan. It felt so good to have both sides of my body touched at the same time in the same way.

Their hands went lower and touched my stretched pussy lips. I jerked involuntarily, but couldn't pull away or close my legs. They increased the pressure and speed of the sucking as their fingers came to rest on each side of my clit almost like mirror images of each other.

They started pushing their fingers together, squeezing my clit between them. "Oh, God," I groaned.

"I think she likes it," Lori said, releasing my nipple with an audible pop.

"I think you're right," Della agreed, popping off the other side.

They continued to massage my clit, making me writhe and groan. I could hear them kissing each other inches above my stomach. Their fingers worked in perfect harmony, sometimes pressing together and other times kneading it back and forth.

It was driving me insane.

My nipples were still erect and aching, missing the pressure of their mouths, but of course I had no way of telling them what I wanted. All of my mutterings sounded pretty much the same. And even if they understood, I knew they wouldn't listen. They had their own plans, and there was nothing I could do about it.

Slowly, I felt pressure returning to my left nipple. I rolled my head in that direction, grateful, until the pressure started to intensify, bordering on pain. I realized they had stopped kissing, but this wasn't either of their mouths. I let out a little yelp as what I recognized as the nipple clamp squeezed shut, practically flattening the flesh between it.

"Oh, what's wrong?" Della crooned. "I thought you wanted us to play with your tits."

"Maybe the other one is just jealous," Lori suggested.

"No, please," I begged, well aware that the words were garbled. "It hurts, please."

But they ignored me and snapped the other clamp into place in one swift motion with no buildup. I cried out in pain and surprise, and they just went back to kissing and playing with my pussy like the rest of me didn't exist.

They both got off the bed, taking their hands away and leaving me alone and disoriented. I let out a couple of wordless grunts, but no one answered me. I was getting scared now.

Suddenly, I felt something drag over my stomach and work its way down to my pussy. I gasped from the sensation. It almost tickled, but it was too coarse.

"You know what that is?" Lori's voice asked from the foot of the bed. "It's the flogger. How do you think it would feel on your cunt?

"No!" I wailed. I struggled against the restraints, but they held me fast. I heard one of them walk up and climb onto the bed. She straddled my face and I could feel the heat from her pussy. I could smell her and I stopped moving.

"Good girl," Della said from above me. "Now, use that precious tongue of yours. Stick it through the ring and get licking. Lick my slit and make me cum."

Obediently, I pushed my tongue through the gag and flicked at her clit. She tasted as good as she smelled, musky and sweet. She pressed herself onto my face, burying me in her warm muff. My nose just barely stuck out and every breath I took was mixed with her odor.

Her juices flowed onto my face and I lapped at them furiously, trying to get them all. She started grinding onto me, sliding her cunt lips up and down over my mouth.

"Does it feel good, Della?" Lori asked, dragging the flogger down my body again, this time letting the ends rest on my pussy.

"Mm-hmm."

"Don't stop licking her," Lori instructed.

Obviously, I couldn't answer, but I had no intention of stopping anyway. Her cunt was intoxicating and all I wanted was for her to cum and spread her cream all over my face.

I was so absorbed with Della that I never noticed Lori lift the flogger into the air. Suddenly, I felt a biting sting on my pussy, and I screamed into Della's slit.

Della leaned back and slapped my tit. "Keep licking," she demanded. "The faster you make me cum, the faster she'll stop beating your bush."

Taken totally off-guard from the slap on the tit and the lash to my pussy, I forced myself to keep going. She was even wetter than before, and her juices ran down my throat like honey.

"Did you cum yet, Della?" Lori asked.

"No," she breathed.

Another lash bit into my lips and grazed my clit, but I kept on swirling my tongue around Della's snatch. She was moaning faster now, sometimes smothering me with her sweetness. I would feel her wetness on my nose and even in my nostrils.

"Della?"

"Not yet," she groaned.

Another strike with the flogger, this one almost directly on my clit. I cried out in spite of myself but continued eating Della out. She started to pant, her hips thrusting harder and harder into my jaw.

I was sucking furiously at her, but I couldn't get a good seal because of the damned gag, but she didn't seem to care. I licked faster and faster, matching her pace.

"Della?" Lori asked again.

"Soon," she grunted. "Oh God, soon."

Lori swung the flogger again and it actually made me lick faster, not from pain, but from excitement. My cunt was throbbing, and I knew my clit was full and erect. It almost welcomed the lash, making me gasp.

Seconds later, Della's legs stiffened and she let out a cry as the orgasm ripped through her. Her cream covered my face in hot, sticky waves and I devoured all I could.

She climbed off, panting and leaving my face a wet, cum-covered mess. Her smell was up my nose, turning me on even more. She got off the bed and walked over to where I could only assume Lori was standing.

"Was that good, baby?" Lori asked, kissing her loudly.

"Fantastic," Della told her.

"Look at her red pussy," Lori said, gently running the flogger over the lips. I groaned and I heard Della giggle.

"She's so wet," she said. "Look." 

I felt a finger slide into my sopping box and I clenched the muscles, trying desperately to keep it inside, but Della only laughed and took it away.

"Think you can be good if we take the gag off and loosen the restraints?"

I nodded frantically. I'd do whatever they wanted if they would touch me again. True to their word, they took off the gag, allowing me to open and close my mouth at will. Then they unhooked the restraints.

"Roll over," Lori instructed. "Get up on your hands and knees."

I did what she said and I felt the ankle and wrist cuffs snap back into place. They hadn't removed the spreader bar or the nipple clamps, leaving my pussy stretched apart and the chain swinging back and forth from my tits.

"Stay still," Lori said. "I'm going to get under you."

I didn't move a muscle. I waited, still blindfolded, as she wriggled around, positioning herself under me. I felt her knees brush against my hair and I caught a whiff of her cunt. I was hit by a new surge of lust and I wanted desperately to taste her, to mix the smell of both of them on my face.

"Lori's just going to lie there while you eat her. Her face is right under your snatch, but she's not going to touch it. You just worry about getting her off, understand?" Della commanded from the foot of the bed.

"Yes," I said.

Without warning, I felt a hard, thudding smack against the cheek of my ass. I screamed in surprise, and I realized Della must have had the paddle, and it would be just like the flogger. The strikes would keep coming until Lori climaxed.

I was dripping just thinking about it.

This time there was no gag in the way, leaving me able to wrap my lips right around her clit. I sucked it up into my mouth and caught it gently between my teeth. Lori let out a guttural moan and Della started rubbing my ass right where she'd hit it.

"So hot and tender," she said as she squeezed my cheek. "So pink already. I wonder how many smacks it would take to make it beet red."

No one answered her, but she didn't seem to mind. She swung the paddle again, hitting the other side. I groaned into Lori's cunt, lapping at her like a cat laps up milk.

"Are you close yet, Lori?" Della asked.

"No," she said, "but it feels so damn good!"

I expected another blow from the paddle but was shocked when a large dildo was stuffed into my slippery hole. Della strapped it into place so it wouldn't fall out, stretching me out more than any real cock ever had.

I released the suction and started licking Lori's pussy lips. She was trimmed to a super-short length, but not shaved, so the mixture of her juices and my saliva clung to the outside of her slit like morning dew on grass. 

Once the dildo was settled into place, Della delivered another blow with the paddle. My body jerked, moving it inside me. I felt a new gush of wetness in my cunt and I knew I'd never been this wet before.

I used my lips to spread her pussy apart, exposing the hard little bud of her clit. I held her open and ran my tongue around it, pressing hard with steady pressure. Lori started making little yelps as I traced shapes on her clit.

Della smacked my aching ass again, once again jerking the dildo. I groaned into Lori's bush, digging my face into her, enveloping myself in the smell and feel of her slit. She continued writhing under me.

"Getting closer?" Della asked.

Lori moaned something I assumed meant yes and Della swung the paddle again, harder. I sucked on Lori's perfect clit, the taste of her cream working me into a frenzy. The paddling became regular and brutal. Della alternated between cheeks every three seconds or so, each blow jolting through me, making my juices run like a faucet.

Lori screamed, "I'm cumming!" and jerked her hips up, plastering her bush on my face. I continued sucking on her clit and Della kept swinging the paddle until Lori dropped her hips back on the bed with a thud.

She slid out from under me and Della stopped paddling. I felt the dildo slide out of my cunt, leaving a gaping, hungry hole. I moaned in protest, but once again, no one paid any attention.

"You liked that, didn't you, Marri?" Della asked, unhooking the restraints and spreader bar.

"Yeah," I admitted, suddenly aware of the ache in my bottom and sting on my clit. Lori released the cuffs from my wrists and removed the blindfold. She brushed my sweat-soaked hair out of my face and kissed my forehead.

"Poor baby," she crooned, "so sore. We'll kiss it all better."

They eased me onto my back, once again lying on either side of my body. They each removed a nipple clamp and I gasped as the blood flow returned, making a sudden pain shoot through my tits.

In response, they each latched onto a nipple and started sucking, easing the pain and turning it into a pleasure. I could still smell their mixed spunk, and I could barely stay still.

"Shh, shh," Lori whispered. "Just relax."

They slid down the bed and got in between my legs, spreading me even more than the bar had. I felt two sets of lips kissing my pussy, being very gentle so as not to hurt the red, tender flesh. They ran their tongues over my slit, almost making them dance as they flicked and licked and probed.

Their tongues swirled and twirled, touching each other as they massaged my clit. I knew I was getting close to orgasm, and I rocked my hips with wild abandon, for once totally letting go of my inhibitions and thrashing around on the bed, calling out their names. I grabbed and squeezed my own nipples, twisting them to the point of pain and they just kept lapping at my cunt. Within seconds, I was on the brink.




Educating Marri Ch. 11-12



I felt one finger from each of them slide into my hungry pussy and press up on my G-spot. They rubbed it in time to their licking and I lost control.

"Ah, fuck!" I screamed. "Ah, fuck me, I'm cumming!"

I climaxed hard and felt my own cream pour out. I raked my body up off the bed as the waves of the orgasm crashed through me. I'd never experienced anything like that before.

Finally, my breathing slowed and I realized they were both back up by my face, their heads resting on my breasts. I couldn't say anything.

There were no words to describe what I felt.



Educating Marri Ch. 13



After that amazing morning with Lori and Della, I decided to finally take that bath. The hot water felt so good against the bruised, aching skin of my pussy and ass. I soaked under those bubbles for nearly an hour until the water turned stone cold.

I ate a quick snack in my kitchen. I'd worked up an appetite, but I didn't want to ruin my lunch. I giggled to myself because I felt like a little kid promising not to eat too many cookies.

I got dressed in my favorite clothes. The jeans were form fitting but not trashy, and the white peasant blouse was light and airy. I added some jewelry, something I usually skipped. According to Beverly, most clients didn't want to "work around ornaments" like necklaces or earrings, and rings were frowned upon because they could be seen as a sign of commitment.

I slipped on my gold bracelet and matching necklace and earrings and even put on my gold sapphire ring. I painted my nails dark, shiny red to compliment the shirt and dabbed on just the right amount of makeup, sticking to light, earthy colors.

I did my hair last, brushing it and pulling one side away from my face, holding it up with a simple clip. I sprayed on my best perfume and I was officially ready.

I looked at the clock and sighed. It wasn't even one o'clock. It only took ten minutes to get to the restaurant. I pulled a book off the shelf and settled down in the chair to wait.

After a half hour of pretending to read and not actually catching a word, not to mention looking at the clock about every two minutes, I was ready to admit defeat. There was no point in sitting in my apartment another minute. I was driving myself crazy. 

I went downstairs, ignoring everything and everyone around me, and practically flew to my car. I was going to be ridiculously early, but I didn't care. I figured I could always drive around for a while to kill some time.

Who was I kidding, anyway? All I wanted to do was see Andrew, to talk to him and have him close to me, maybe hold his hand or get a kiss.

It was actually ridiculous since he'd hired me as a hooker and we'd already seen each other naked, not to mention had sex, but I wanted a romance. I'd never gotten into that stuff, not even back in high school. It was probably from his whole prom fantasy.

Whatever it was, I had a feeling it was there to stay.

I drove around aimlessly for a while before finally heading to the restaurant. I pulled into the lot and took a final look at myself in the rear view mirror. I got out, making sure I had my purse. I'd offered to pay for lunch, and I meant it.

I walked up to the door, still very early, and saw Andrew standing there waiting for me. He was wearing jeans and a blue polo-style shirt with black work boots. It was a total contrast to the tuxedo, but he still looked great.

"Hi," he said, smiling. "You're early."

"So are you."

"Yeah well, you know, I got out of work and there wasn't really much sense in going home for an hour."

I gestured at his damp hair. "You showered at work?"

He blushed and I smiled. "Well you know, I might have stopped along the way."

"Hungry?" I asked, changing the subject for him.

"Starving."

"Let's go."

We walked in together and I was amazed how comfortable I felt around him. I didn't know anything about him, other than he seemed to like having his nipples sucked, but there was no uncomfortable sexual tension between us. The lust, however, was heavy and obvious.

We were seated at a quiet booth and given menus. We both ordered soda and a glass of wine and the waitress promised to come back once we had a chance to look at the specials.

"So," he asked, "what looks good to you?"

"I usually order the sweet and sour chicken, but I'm open to suggestions."

We bantered about the choices for a few minutes before ordering a pupu platter to share. The waitress went off to get it for us, and we settled back to sip at the wine.

"Did you have a good day at work?" I asked.

"Oh lovely," he said. "Six hours of stocking shelves and helping lazy people find things on racks two feet away."

"Not a fan of retail, I take it?"

"About as bad as high school."

"Yeah, I wanted to ask you about that. Why did you miss your prom, anyway?"

His eyes darkened for a moment. "I wasn't popular."

"Neither was I," I said, still confused. I was never a member of the high school elite, but I got to the prom.

"I was fat, I had thick glasses, and I hated sports and clubs."

I was trying to picture this attractive, sexy man looking like the teenager he described. He grinned and I realized he knew what I was thinking.

"I got contacts, went on a diet, and joined the Army. Believe me, they'll get you in shape in a hurry."

"I'm sure."

"Besides," he said, reaching across the table and taking my hand, "if I'd gone to my prom, I would've never met you."

Now it was my turn to blush. He gave my hand a little squeeze and the waitress came back with our food. We let go and started eating, talking all through the meal. We talked about school, army life, and even about our childhoods and plans for the future.

By the time we were finished, he knew more about me than most people I'd met years ago. We had dessert and I realized I had to get going soon. I hated to mention anything about Torch, but I really didn't have a choice.

He looked at his watch before I could say a word and sighed. "I guess you have to leave, huh?"

"Yeah," I admitted. "I have to get ready."

"So are we still on for Wednesday?"

"Yeah."

"Great."

When the waitress came back with the bill, I reached for my purse, but he held up his hand in protest. "When I take a woman out, I don't expect her to pay."

"But I asked you to lunch."

"So?" He pulled out a credit card and handed it to the waitress. "I picked the food. What's your point?"

We went out to the parking lot once the bill was settled, and he walked me to my car. I unlocked the door and stood there with my hand on the latch, not wanting to leave. I felt suddenly dirty. I was leaving a man I was head over heels for to meet a man I could barely stand for paid sex.

Andrew smiled at me, running his hand over my cheek. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Wednesday is just so far away," I said, hoping he'd understand what I really meant. He was a decent man, that much was obvious. He was a veteran with not one but two respectable jobs. Granted, he'd paid a prostitute for sex, but a lot of guys did that, a lot more than people ever wanted to admit.

And where did that leave me? I was that prostitute.

"You know, Marri," he said, tipping up my face with his finger under my chin, "I don't care about your job. You can have sex with as many people as you want."

"I can?" I don't know what I expected him to say, but it wasn't that.

"Yeah. As long as you only make love to me."

He kissed me tenderly.

And from that moment on, Andrew was officially mine.



Educating Marri Ch. 14



I walked down those stairs into the foyer wearing nothing but a bra-less, crotchless teddy, much like the ones Lori and Della wore but with no garters, and a pair of black high heels. I was allowed a super-short, sheer robe that didn't even reach mid-thigh as a cover up. Anyone who followed me back up the stairs would get one hell of an eyeful.

Will was standing next to Frank, his smile pleasant and neutral as always, as if he'd never blackmailed me into giving him a blow-job I was fine with that. I was more than happy to pretend it never happened, and I was going to do my damnedest to make sure it never did again.

"Marri, I'm sure you remember Frank."

Frank smiled approvingly at me, and all at once my still-sore pussy seemed to shudder, remembering his nonstop fucking session. Luckily, Lori showed me a tiny container of lube hidden in the headboard. That way, any time we were dry, we could just dip our fingers in it and rub it on as we "played with ourselves" and the clients would never catch on.

"Of course. Hi, Frank."

"It's rare for someone so new to all of this as you to get a repeat request so soon," Will told me, pride in his voice.

"Oh, that hot little pussy of hers is well worth it, my friend," Frank told him, and I was reminded how men always seemed to act around each other in locker rooms or bars. Especially if no women were there.

Or at least, women they were trying to impress.

"Well, then, go on up," Will said, chuckling appreciatively.

"After you, my dear," Frank said, his eyes sparkling with desire.

I walked up the stairs, taking my time so he could get a good, long look. We went into my room and he flopped down onto the bed, leaning back on his elbows with his legs hanging down at the knees.

"Damn, you look good in that," he told me. "I bet you look even better without the robe."

After the morning I'd had with Lori and Della, and the sweet things Andrew said to me during lunch, I was actually fairly horny. I decided not to wait for him to give me any instructions and just take charge. If he didn't like it, I had a feeling he'd let me know in a hurry.

I sauntered over to him and climbed on the bed, my knees around his. His eyes widened and he started to sit up, but I gave him a gentle push and he went back into his propped position.

I untied the robe's belt, making sure I went as slowly as possible. I cocked my head a little to the side and grinned. "I know I do," I told him. "And I bet you want to see for yourself."

He nodded silently and I let go of the open belt, letting the robe gape naturally. It didn't actually expose much more skin, but it did show the tops of my tits, and he licked his lips. I leaned over to give him a good view, and put one nipple in front of his mouth.

"Suck it," I told him, wondering what his reaction would be. 

He didn't say anything, just took the nipple into his mouth and sucked lightly, his eyes never leaving mine. I made a big show of moaning as I slid the robe the rest of the way off.

He bit my nipple and I only moaned louder. He looked surprised, but very excited, about my reaction. After having my pussy flogged and my ass paddled, what was a little bite?

He let go and said, "You'd better let me get my pants off. I can't go home with your pussy juice on them."

I got up and stepped out of the shoes. They hurt my feet, and there wasn't much point in wearing them on the bed. He took his clothes off with lightning speed and laid back down naked.

I straddled him again, this time with my pussy inches above his dick. He clenched his hands into fists and closed his eyes.

"What's wrong?" I whispered, bending to support myself on my hands, my tits hovering over his chest.

"I'm about to throw you down and fuck you," he whispered back. "But I don't want you to stop."

"Open your eyes."

He did and they got very wide. His mouth opened and I eased my nipple back into it. He sucked hard now, biting at it and rolling his tongue over it furiously. I moaned, this time for real and bowed my head, breathing in the scent of his hair.

His hands found their way to my back and worked to undo the clasps on the teddy. Seconds later, it fell onto him, leaving me nude and shivering from the sudden rush of air.

He threw it aside and I pushed myself back up onto my knees, being careful not to let him enter me or even graze my cunt with the tip of his dick. He actually growled in protest as the nipple slid out of his mouth.

"Shh," I said, my finger on his lips.

I put both hands under my tits and started rubbing my fingers over them. I caught the nipples, both erect and one still wet from his saliva, and tugged, plumping them out even more. I started twisting them, feeling the fluids build up in my pussy.

I kept on twisting one of them, squeezing and rolling the hard bump of flesh as hard as I could. The other hand wandered down my belly and traced lines around my slit. I forced one finger inside and pulled it back out, still never making contact with his dick.

I held it up, wet and glistening, and watched his face as I licked it clean. His eyes were the size of saucers and his mouth was open. His breathing was heavy and he tried to lift his hips off the bed.

I leaned back, pinning his thighs under my ass. Now his cock was straight up in front of my clit and I could see a drop of precum at the tip. I wiped it off with one finger and ran it over my slit, mixing the juices. Once again, he watched in fascination as I licked it off.

I stopped teasing my nipple and put both of my hands around his shaft. I started tugging up and down, loving the feel of his skin under my fingers, the way it slid up and down. I caught some more of his precum in my palm, used it as lube, and started going faster.

He rolled his eyes shut and groaned. He grew harder in my grip, but I knew enough from our last encounter that I wasn't worried about his climaxing before I was ready.

I took one hand away and started fingering myself again, working first one, then two, then three, and finally four fingers into my snatch. I let my juice drip onto my hand, working the clit with my thumb and never missing a beat on his dick.

"Open your eyes," I told him, my voice hoarse even to my own ears.

Frank opened his eyes and watched as I gave him a hand job and myself a fingerfucking. His cock was like a rock and kept on making new drops, which I kept using as lube.

After a few minutes of this, I took my sopping hand and brought it to his mouth. He licked and sucked greedily, obviously enjoying the taste. I stopped stroking his cock and used that hand to boost myself up onto my knees.

That was when Frank snapped. He grabbed my wrists and threw me onto the bed, rolling over me with almost inhuman speed. He slid down and planted his mouth squarely on my cunt. He licked hungrily, sucking the lips up into his teeth and biting at them while shoving a finger into my snatch. Then he caught my clit and licked all around it, spreading the pussy lips apart with his fingers to get better access.

I was panting and gasping from his assault on my body. It actually went over the boundary into pain, but I'd come to the conclusion that morning that some pain turned me on. And this was no exception. I grabbed his shoulders and started digging my nails into his soft flesh, getting tighter and tighter as my climax loomed closer and closer.

This time, I knew I wouldn't have to fake anything.

He kept pumping three fingers in and out of my cunt, stretching me more than all four of mine had, and suddenly sucked my erect clit up into his teeth, his other fingers still keeping it fully exposed. I cried out from the sensation and he started rolling it between his front teeth, even chewing on it. I knew I was dripping wet, and I started moaning.

I opened my eyes and saw he was staring right up into my face, his eyes wild and animalistic. The sight of my clit in his mouth and the sensation from his constant torment sent me over the edge.

I screamed as the climax hit, and cream shot out onto his hand, soaking right down onto the sheet. But he didn't stop. If anything, he bit me even harder, making me jerk my hips off the bed trying to buck him off. With a sound that can only be described as a roar, he shoved my hips back down with one hand and crammed his slick fingers into my mouth, allowing me to breathe but stifling my sounds with my own cream.

He gave my throbbing clit a final, savage bite and I screamed into his unyielding hand. He rolled me over onto my stomach, his fingers still in my mouth. He pressed his lips to my ear and demanded, "Suck it off. Suck off that cunt-honey. Don't you leave a drop."

Obediently, I started to suck his fingers as he kicked my legs apart. He slammed his dick into my slit from above me, moaning as he entered the wetness. 

He fucked me hard while I licked and sucked on his fingers. Every stroke was harder and more viscous. It was as if he was trying to skewer me on his prick and split my snatch in two, and we both grunted with every thrust.

Faster than I ever thought possible, he took his hand out of my mouth, grabbed my hair, and started groaning, "I'm gonna cum. Christ, I'm gonna cum!"

Now that my mouth was free, I could actually get words out instead of just moaning. And I was sure as hell going to make it count. As he pounded into me, getting my cream all over his dick, I started yelling.

"God, Frank, I love your dick! Fuck me, Frank! Full my pussy with your cum! Shoot it into my cunt!"

With a final groan, Frank did just that, his hot spunk shooting into me squirt after delicious squirt.

* * * * *

Monday, I went to all of my classes and typed up the report. I printed out two copies, one for me and one for Lori, so we could each check it for errors or changes before handing it in at long last. Classes would be wrapping up soon for the semester, which meant finals and lots of studying, two things I knew would be hard with my new nightlife.

I decided to make a study schedule, as cheesy as it was. If I made myself stick to it, I would be fine.

That night, Beverly personally came into my room, carrying my outfit. I was surprised to see her and she looked pissed.

"Hi, Beverly," I said. "What's up?"

She looked at me and said, "Marri, I won't beat around the bush. I am not happy about your apparent interest in your former client, and I want you to seriously reconsider having a relationship with him."

I was at a momentary loss for words. Something told me Beverly was not used to having her will thwarted and that if I didn't do what she wanted, there would be hell to pay. But I wasn't about to lose Andrew because little miss bitch didn't think it was a good idea.

Still, I wanted to be at least civil. She was, after all, my boss, and she had already shown she was both capable and willing to exact revenge. I decided to be polite but direct.

"Look, Beverly, he's already been through your screening process, so we know he's not a criminal and he's disease-free, and that's more than most people can say when they start a relationship. And he wasn't a regular customer, so you won't be losing a repeater, and I'm not leaving, so you're not losing an employee."

She glared at me, and her tone was one you would use with a spoiled child. "And just what do you think he sees in you? You can't possibly think he sees any kind of future in it. He'll never see you as anything but a whore."

Now I was pissed. Boss or not, she had no right to say that to me.

"I don't think we should discuss this anymore, Beverly, before we say something we'll regret later."

She raised one eyebrow and said, "I never regret anything."

I could have spat out any number of scathing retorts, but I held my tongue. I refused to dignify it with an answer.

After a few seconds of poisonous silence, Beverly shrugged, business apparently more important than arguing with me. "You'd better get ready. Your client will be here soon."

She shoved the outfit into my hands and turned to leave. She pulled the door open and stopped halfway through without turning around.

"Just remember, I warned you."

With that, she shut the door, leaving me alone and seething with rage.



Educating Marri Ch. 15



"Marri, your client is here." It was Beverly on the intercom, and I flipped it the bird on my way by. I knew she'd be downstairs with whatever guy she'd picked for me, and given her mood, I fully expected someone like Al or Peter or both. The outfit, though, was relatively tame other than the matching pale blue thong and front-clasp, see-through bra underneath.

I went down to the foyer, the dress actually comfortable around me. It had thin straps over my shoulders and came down just above my knees. It was soft, pale blue and brought out the color of my eyes nicely. It was the kind of dress I would have bought for myself, so I had a little hope for the night to come.

To my total surprise, Beverly was standing there next to a good-looking blond man and a petite, blond girl wearing a dress nearly identical to mine in pale pink. The man smiled when he saw me, but the woman never even looked up. Beverly wore a satisfied expression, but I ignored her.

"Marri, this is Paul, your client for the evening, and his girlfriend Becky."

"Hello," I said.

"Hello," Paul answered, but the girl, Becky, remained silent.

Beverly said goodbye and left. I led Paul and Becky upstairs to my room and stood there while he flopped into the chair, waiting to hear what I'd be doing.

"Take off your dress," he told Becky. She pulled it over her head silently and stood there in her pink bra and thong, obviously embarrassed.

"Get over here, slut," he said to me. He pulled off his shirt and undid his belt. I stood next to him while he opened his pants.

"Give me a blow-job"

I dropped to my knees and took his cock out of his boxers. It was hard and thick, and I ran my hand over it. Becky's face was crimson and Paul was smiling broadly. I had the distinct feeling this was Becky's first threesome, and probably her first time with a woman, too.

I ran my tongue down the shaft and kissed the tip of the head. I slowly slid my mouth over his prick, taking it in as far as I could without gagging and started sucking. 

His fingers wrapped into my hair and held my head in place while he slid his cock into my waiting mouth at his own pace. I swirled my tongue around it, the salty taste of his skin and precum filling my mouth.

"Yeah, slut, suck it. Suck my cock all the way down." I sucked hard, my head bobbing up and down his pole. His grip suddenly tightened on my hair and he pushed my head down, grazing his balls with my lips and cutting off my air.

Impulsively, I started to struggle, and he groaned, holding my head in place as he fucked it. Just as I was starting to panic for real, he pulled my head back, a deep moan escaping him. He came then, jets of it hitting my tongue and mouth.

"Swallow it, slut," he demanded. I did my best, but some of it dribbled onto my face. He stood and I wiped off what was left. He didn't seem to notice and crossed the room, grabbing Becky's wrist.

"Kiss her," he demanded. "Kiss that slut and taste my cum in her mouth."

Becky looked nervous, but he pulled her to me and she leaned in slowly. Her lips pressed against mine tentatively and I gently parted them with my tongue. I slid it into her mouth, licking over the surfaces of her teeth, putting as much of Paul's taste into her as I could.

She broke the kiss and Paul smiled. "Was that so bad?"

She didn't answer, but he didn't seem to care. Instead, he turned back to me. "Take off your dress, slut, and lay down."

Within seconds, I was down to my bra and thong on the bed. He kissed Becky hungrily, sucking at her mouth and tweaking her nipples. He unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor, followed quickly by her panties.

I watched as he sucked on her tits, one after the other, and dropped to his knees to kiss her cunt. She shivered from his touch and my mouth was practically watering. My panties were getting damp, and I was dying to touch myself, to squeeze my clit between my fingers.

After a few moments, he stood and turned Becky to face me. "Go on."

Becky got up onto the bed and laid down next to me. She looked terrified, but I reached up to touch her face. "It's all right," I murmured.

That seemed to give her some confidence and she unhooked my bra, snatching her hand away when my tits sprung free. I noticed Paul was stroking his still-soft dick while he watched us, but I ignored him, focusing on Becky and my own pleasure.

She slowly, carefully put her hand on my left breast, her touch feather-light. I nodded encouragingly and she started massaging it. She rolled the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, plumping it up.

She slowly ran her hand down my stomach, her fingers stopping at the waistband of the thong. I nodded again and closed my eyes. I felt her fingers creep under the thin material and brush against the top of my cunt lips. I moaned softly. She was driving me crazy.

"Eat her pussy," Paul commanded. "Eat that little slut's pussy and make her cum.

I opened my eyes and watched as Becky moved to kneel between my legs. She slid the thong down and off and he climbed onto the bed with us. He sat down next to my head where he'd get a good view.

"I said eat her," he repeated, his eyes flashing. Becky flushed again and lowered her head, her mouth inches from my slit. I forced myself to keep still and let her go at her own pace.

Her tongue darted out and touched my clit, making me gasp. Paul grabbed one of my nipples and squeezed it, pulling it up and away from my body. He twisted it back and forth as she started licking faster.

I groaned and she seemed to get more excited. She licked the lips and sucked directly on my clit while Paul kept on squeezing and twisting. The two sensations were intense, and I found myself getting closer to climax.

She pushed her finger into my pussy and started pumping it in and out. "That's it," he said. "Finger her hot pussy. Keep on licking. Make her cum."

I felt my muscles tightening as Becky licked even faster, tracing circles around my clit. Her finger probed my snatch and he kept playing with my tit.

"God," I said, "I'm gonna cum."

"That's right, little slut, you go on and cum. Cum all over her face."

The pressure kept building and suddenly the orgasm roared through me. I gasped and jerked my hips into her face. She pulled back, surprised. Paul gave my nipple another squeeze and rolled over to straddle me. I was still feeling the waves of the climax, and I was sure he was about to fuck me. I raised my muff to catch his dick.

"You want my cock, slut?"

"Yes," I moaned, and I did.

But instead of fucking me, he slapped my face, ending my orgasm with a jolt. "Well, you don't get it," he spat, getting up. He pulled Becky to her feet and kissed her, filling his mouth with my cream.

I laid there, my hand on my cheek, and tried to slow my breathing. He looked at me and snapped his fingers. "Stand up, slut."

I got up and he circled me, picking up his pants on the way. He pulled his belt out of the loops and folded it in half.

I figured he was going to use it on me, but instead he held it out. I took it and just stood there, confused. He looked at Becky and said, "Bend over."

She turned pale and hesitated. He strode over to her and said, "Bend over. Now." He pushed her toward the bed and she bent over, her hands splayed on the mattress.

He turned back to me, his hand on her ass. "You beat her, you hear me, slut? You beat her good and maybe I'll take it easy on you when it's your turn."

That said, he climbed back onto the bed, sitting near the headboard so he could see our faces. I just stood there holding his belt. I'd never hit anyone before, not like this. But I had to admit, the sight of her soft, white ass sticking up in the air was both tantalizing and tempting.

I lifted the belt and gave it a little flick into the air, just to get a feel for it. He looked at me and said, "Do it. Don't stop until I say."

I stood behind her and touched her bare skin with my hand. She sucked in her breath and I ran my hand down to touch her pussy. It was a little damp and I ran my finger up and down her slit before plunging it into her snatch. She groaned and whimpered as I fingered her. Paul started stroking his dick.

I pulled my finger out and looked at it, all wet and glistening. I stared into his eyes as I licked it clean, the taste of her juices turning me on. I leaned down and pushed my tongue into her cunt, sucking to get the juices out. She squirmed and moaned, but I didn't stop.

I fucked her with my tongue, feeling the sheer exhilaration of having a sense of power over her. Her legs were shaking and I stopped, not wanting her to cum yet. She groaned and thrust her hips back, obviously wanting me to finish what I started, but instead I reached between her legs and savagely pinched her clit, making her yelp.

I stepped back, excited now at the thought of beating that round, soft ass. I tightened my grip on the belt and brought my arm back enough to make a decent swing without wearing myself out.

I brought that belt down on that sweet ass, feeling my nipples harden at the mingled sounds of the leather hitting flesh and her sharp gasp. Paul grinned and gestured for me to continue.

I shifted my weight slightly enabling me to hit both cheeks at once and let the belt fly again. Another gasp, this time louder, but she still never moved.

I continued to beat her with that belt, watching as the skin turned more and more red. I could feel my thighs growing wet as my pussy started to drip. I lost count of how many blows I delivered, but at some point, Becky finally broke her silence and started crying out with each stroke, her words ranging from "ouch" to "no more".

"Stop, slut," Paul demanded as he got up, his cock still rock-hard. I let the belt fall to the floor and realized I was sweating, my arm shaking from the exertion. Once again, he put a hand on her ass and massaged the cheek, drawing another shriek.

"Lay down" he said to her, and she gingerly crawled back onto the bed, her eyes bright with unshed tears. He looked at me and said, "Get over here. Let me see how wet your cunt is."

I stood in front of him and he pushed a finger into my slit, probing around roughly. He withdrew and shoved it into my mouth, watching intently as I sucked it clean.

"Eat her, slut," he said, shoving me into the same position Becky had been in minutes before. "Eat her pussy and make my girl cum."

He picked up the belt with one hand and refolded it. He adjusted his grip as I resigned myself to another beating. He grabbed his stiff cock in his other hand and resumed stroking.

I wasted no time in burying my face in her muff. I hadn't expected her to be wet, but I realized she must have reacted to pain the same way I did. She moaned and twitched as my tongue slid into her pussy. Her juice was slick and delicious and I kept on lapping at her.

The first lash of the belt smacked into my ass and I moaned into her pussy, the vibrations making her squirm. I sucked on her clit and nibbled on it, loving the way she moved under me, the way she dribbled onto my face and chin.

Another lash fell, then another, each one making me jump and each one making my clit harder, wanting another release. I ran my tongue over her bud, digging through the folds with my lips, and applied direct pressure. Her cunt was still spewing and her scent, not to mention the taste, was driving me wild.

Once again I became too wrapped up in what I was doing to keep track of how many blows were delivered. My ass was throbbing and I knew the skin was red and welted.

Becky started panting, her leg muscles tightening and her head thrashing from side to side. I sucked down her juices, nuzzling her lips and the folds, wanting to devour her. The lashes got harder and harder and Paul started groaning.

I sucked her clit up between my teeth, much like Frank had done to me, and started squeezing it with my jaws, loving the way her skin moved under my tongue as the hood slid back and forth.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" she suddenly screamed. "Yeah, slut, eat my pussy! I'm gonna cum all over your face!"

And cum she did, creaming my face and mouth. I drank down all I could, reveling in the taste, and Paul delivered another stinging blow.

"Lay down, slut," he grunted. "Let us watch you get off. Get yourself off, whore."

I did as I was told, watching as he pulled Becky up onto her knees in front of him and started tugging on his pole in earnest. My hands went to my snatch, my left pulling the lips open and the hood back while the fingers on my right rubbed the erect clit back and forth as fast as I could.

Within seconds, I was climaxing, panting and writhing under my own hands, watching as he jerked himself off, blowing his load directly onto her face.



Educating Marri Ch. 16



Tuesday meant more classes and another session in the library with Lori to go over our project. We chatted about our classes in general, the upcoming holiday break, and of course, work. When I told her about Paul and Becky, she raised her eyebrows, an evil grin on her face.

"Sounds like Beverly was trying to punish you again. She figured the girl on girl would be hell for you."

I grinned back. "Yeah, licking pussy, how horrible."

She gave me a playful shove, drawing a glare from a nearby librarian. We finished up our work and left for lunch.

I only got a salad, but Lori got a bunch of snack items. When we sat down, I asked, "What's with all that?"

"I'm taking a road trip tonight. I wanted some munchies."

"Road trip? When will you be back?" I couldn't imagine why she'd be going anywhere right before exams, especially for very long.

"It's my sister's birthday tomorrow," she explained. "I'm driving up tonight so I can spend the whole day with her. I'll be back late tomorrow. I just swapped days off. It wasn't a problem."

"I bet you didn't ask Beverly."

"Are you kidding? She wouldn't change our schedules unless we were barfing up a lung right in front of her. Mr. Earl juggled it for me."

"Yeah, old Will's a prince all right," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Why?" she asked, concerned. "Did you two have a fight or something?"

"No," I said, not wanting to tell her about the phone number incident. "I guess I just thought he was something he's not."

She eyed me skeptically, but thankfully let the subject drop. We finished up our lunch and went back to Torch. I wished her a good trip and she gave me a soft kiss goodbye, leaving me wet and wanting.

But, of course, there was always my client coming in a few hours. Maybe I'd at least get off.

* * * * *

I was confused and more than a little nervous. My outfit for the night consisted of two things: a long black trench coat that covered everything all the way down to my ankles and a pair of black boots. There was also a box on the bed with strict instructions not to open it until the client was present.

God only knew what was in there. Probably some new torture device.

When Beverly called for me my stomach gave a little lurch. I went down to the foyer and saw Beverly with a very, very creepy looking man. He was older than Al, probably in his early to mid sixties, with white, thinning hair and a huge beer gut. He looked like he hadn't showered in days, and when he talked, I saw he was missing some teeth.

He was revolting.

Beverly's expression was neutral, but her eyes were gleaming in silent triumph. "Marri, this is Robert, your client for the evening."

"Hi," Robert said, looking both excited and embarrassed at the same time. 

"Hello," I said back, forcing down the urge to scream, to put an end to all of this before it even got started.

Damned pride.

We went upstairs and into my room. Once the door was locked, he started undressing, his back to me. Soon, he was naked except for a pair of white briefs. He still hadn't said anything else to me, so I just sat on the bed and waited.

He glanced around nervously and finally asked, "Do you have my box?"

I opened the box and found a small wooden paddle, a bottle of lube, and what I realized was a strap-on dildo. He giggled and said, "Put it on, but don't take the coat off. I don't want to see you."

I put on the belt and hesitantly attached the mammoth dildo, still confused. It was nearly three inches wide across the head and over ten inches long.

He pulled his briefs off and turned away from me, his own cock getting hard. He laid face down on the bed and opened his legs wide. I just stayed where I was, still trying to wrap my mind around what was happening.

"Come on," he said, his voice semi-muffled from the pillows he was leaning on, "get up here and start."

"Start?" I repeated.

"You got the paddle and the strap-on," he snapped. "You figure it out. And make sure you tell me how bad I am for wanting my ass fucked, got it?"

I knelt between his thighs and squeezed a dollop of lube on his ass. He shivered as I used my fingers to rub it onto his puckered hole. I was trying to work up the courage to actually fuck this guy in the ass. It was the most bizarre thing I'd ever had to do, and once again, Beverly found a way to punish me.

I was not about to let her win.

With that thought in my head, I rubbed some more lube on the dildo and steeled myself to pleasure this client. I lined up the head of the lifelike cock up to his asshole and pressed against it gently, just enough to slip the tip inside. He groaned in anticipation and glee. Remembering his desire to be punished, I picked up the paddle and aimed it at those milky cheeks.

I gave him a sharp smack and said, "You are so bad, you know that?" Another one. "So bad to let me fuck your ass."

Another as I pushed the dildo halfway in, ignoring any resistance. He grunted as his hole parted and I said, "You like that, don't you? That's disgusting."

I delivered three more spanks in rapid succession, still telling him how bad he was. He was moaning and jumping under the paddle and completely surprised when I gave my hips a savage thrust, burying that dildo into him up to the hilt. My stomach was pressed against his cheeks, and I started pounding into him. He grabbed the sheets and tightened his thighs as I fucked him, paddling all the while and reminding him how wrong and terrible it was for him to want me to do it.

"Wait," He suddenly groaned. "I need to turn over."

I slid out and he flipped onto his back. He spread his legs even wider and grabbed his now rock hard dick. He squeezed his eyes shut and shoved two pillows under his ass, giving me better access.

"Keep fucking me," he demanded. "Don't touch my prick, that's mine. But slap my thighs with the paddle. Tell me how dirty this is, how sick I am."

I pushed the dildo back into him, his ring closing around the intruder to keep it from slipping out. He started yanking his dick, tugging it toward the ceiling and back furiously.

I picked up the paddle again and brought it down violently. He gasped and I said, "You sick, sick thing. Letting someone fuck your ass is just sick. You are so dirty. You're disgusting."

On and on I went, fucking him until my hips felt like they were on fire from all of the thrusting. His thighs were red and hot, and I knew that each strike was causing him terrible pain. But I kept going, degrading and insulting him while he jerked himself off.

His moaning became louder and more insistent, and he started moving his hips along with my rhythm. I rocked into him harder and harder, the paddle crashing down with every stroke, and he just kept on beating his meat.

"Push in!" he cried. "Hold that dick inside! I'm gonna cum!"

I jammed the dildo into his ass and kept still. I dropped the paddle and watched as streams of white, frothy cum jetted out of his dick. He moaned and groaned, his eyes still shut tight.

When he was done, he pushed me away, cleaned his stomach, and dressed quickly. He left without a backward glance and I put the props back into his box, glad to be done.

I had the beautiful image of jamming the dildo down Beverly's throat to keep me company while I went off to shower.

* * * * *

Once I'd gotten out of the shower, there was a knock on my door. I finished towel-drying my hair and threw on a robe. I opened the door and found Della smiling at me, a small duffel bag in her hand.

"Hi," she said. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah," I answered, backing up out of her way.

"I was off tonight," she explained, "and I got lonely. Can I stay here? I brought my stuff."

She held up the duffel bag and I gulped. She was direct, I had to give her that. I just wished I knew exactly what she had in mind.

"Sure," I said, self-consciously fingering the collar of my robe.

She flopped down on the loveseat and patted the other cushion. "Come on and sit down. I don't bite."

I sat next to her and she immediately put her hand on my thigh, pushing the flap of the robe out of her way. Her fingers trailed lightly over the skin and she looked at me, her eyes bright with mischief.

"Are you horny, Marri?"

Yes, she was definitely direct.

Honestly, the night with Robert had about killed my libido, but her fingers on my skin were staring to bring it back to life. Luckily for me, she didn't seem to want an answer. She just slid her hand up under the robe, probing around for my pussy. Her other hand untied the belt and crept under the material to cup my breast.

A low groan escaped from my throat and her smile got even bigger. "Do you mind if I get ready for bed?" she asked, taking her hands back. I shook my head mutely, my flesh still hot from her touch.

I expected her to go to the bathroom to change, but I should have known better. She gracefully pulled her sweater over her head, revealing her perfect, bare tits. I couldn't tear my eyes away as she slowly opened her belt and unbuttoned her pants. She pushed them down her hips and legs and stepped gingerly out of them.

She stood there in front of me, naked except for a tiny, white lace pair of panties and looking so incredible I knew my pussy was already wet. She reached into her duffel bag and pulled out a small box. I stared at her as she opened the clasp and lifted the top.

"Have you ever used a vibrator, Marri?" she asked, lifting one out of the box for me to see.

"No," I admitted.

"Lay down," she instructed, heading toward the bed. "I'll show you."

My body seemed to be on autopilot. I stood up and slipped off the robe. I laid down, naked, on my bed and stared up at this beautiful woman holding a battery-powered sex toy. She laid down beside me, staying on her side so one hand was free to play with my nipples while the other flicked on the vibrator.

The sound of its low humming was surprisingly erotic. She watched my face intently as her fingers tugged on my nipple, plumping it up and making it hard. "Spread your legs," she said. "Open that sweet pussy."

I did as she asked, my eyes sliding closed as she gently lowered the vibrator to rest on the bottoms of my cunt lips, right at the entrance to my hole. She moved it slowly up and down, keeping it away from the clit while she squeezed and twisted my nipple.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yeah," I breathed.

"Do you want it on your clit?"

"Yeah," I repeated, feeling my juices start to drip out onto the bed.

"Say please," she said, moving the vibrator slightly away.

"Please," I whimpered.

"You can do better than that," she chided, taking it away completely. "Beg me. Beg me to make you cum."

"Please, Della, please," I moaned. "Please make me cum. Please put it on my clit."

"Better," she said, letting go of my nipple and moving to kneel between my legs, spreading them even further. I shivered as she put her hand on my pussy, stretching it open with her fingers, exposing my clit and giving it a quick lick.

"Now," she said, "convince me."

"Della, please, please, I want to cum," I pleaded. "Please put it on my clit and make me cum."

She put the head of the vibrator directly on my clit and I started to writhe. She somehow managed to work a finger into my cunt and was fucking me with it, hitting my g-spot with every thrust. I was moaning and twitching with pleasure, getting close to climax.

"Open your eyes," she said. "And don't you dare cum 'til I tell you to."

I forced my eyes open, but I had no idea how to hold off the impeding waves of orgasm threatening to overtake me. I was panting and trying to think about something other than the sensations in my slit. But it wasn't working.

"Don't do it," she repeated, clearly enjoying my torment.

"Please," I begged. "Please, Della, I can't help it. Please I need to cum."

"Don't."

"Della, please! Please, please let me cum! Please, Della, please!"

She smiled and I knew I'd chosen the right words that time. She shoved her finger deep into my cunt and pressed the vibrator down even harder, still not saying anything. My breath was shallow, and I just kept begging her, pleading with her to let me cum. I was yelling and crying, not caring if anyone heard me. All I cared about was my pussy and how hard I was fighting the urge to cum.

"Please!" I practically screamed, realizing I would cum soon whether I was allowed or not.

"Cum for me," she crooned. "Cum for Della."

And just like that, I was cumming. I was thrashing around and yelling, my whole body feeling like bolts of electricity were shooting through it. Della kept the vibrator going and bent over to run her tongue over my stomach.

Finally, it all seemed to stop at once. My breathing was getting back to normal and I was covered with sweat, my cheeks flushed. Della was staring at me with a broad smile on her face.

"Want to watch?"

I could only nod. She laid back, kicked off her panties, and placed the vibrator on her own clit. She stared into my eyes as she worked herself into a frenzy. Within minutes, she was climaxing, cream pouring out of her cunt. I watched intently, amazed at the speed of her arousal and orgasm.

Once we had both calmed down, we curled up in the bed and went to sleep, our arms around each other.



Educating Marri Ch. 17



I woke up Wednesday morning to my alarm clock. I groaned and forced myself to get up. I couldn't afford to miss classes, not even for my nice, warm, Della-filled bed. I gently fixed the blankets, tucking them in around her sleeping form, and kissed her forehead.

I took a quick shower and got dressed. I grabbed a bottle of water out of my fridge and an apple from the bowl on the counter and headed out. I'd jotted a quick note for Della explaining where I was and put it on the nightstand so she wouldn't think I'd ditched her. Hopefully she wouldn't be mad that I didn't wake her up.

Classes were routine and I all but floated through the day. Every moment brought me closer to seeing Andrew again. I hurried back to Torch once I was done with school and went up to my room to get ready.

I unlocked the door to my apartment and unbuttoned my blouse. I was turning into quite the shower freak, but I wanted the night to be perfect, and the smell of sweaty armpits was never a good omen on a date.

Della was gone, but she'd made the bed and left the vibrator on my pillow with a note telling me to enjoy the gift. I laughed and put it in the top drawer of my dresser. I picked out my clothes and went off to shower.

I took even more time getting ready than I had for lunch. I had no idea what the plan was, but I wanted to be ready for anything. I wore a knee-length black skirt with blue flowers and a lightweight white shirt. I put on a black garter and stockings and a pair of low heels. A simple gold choker and hoop earrings completed the look.

I left my hair down and went easy on the makeup and perfume. I was ready to go, and once again I found myself playing the waiting game. I actually managed to read a little while I waited for Andrew to call and tell me what time and where to meet him.

I nearly jumped out of my seat when I head a knock on the door. I got up and opened it, totally clueless as to whom it could be. Surprisingly, it was Lawrence. He had a goofy-looking smile on his face, clearly amused about something.

"Hi," I said. "What's up?"

"You'll never guess who's waiting for you down in the foyer."

"You're right," I said, even more confused. I didn't want to go downstairs to see anyone. Not only was it my night off, I didn't want to miss Andrew's call. He wasn't even scheduled to be out of work yet.

"You're no fun, you know that?" Lawrence said, shaking his head. "Now come on. He's waiting for you."

"Who? Lawrence, I can't go. I'm expecting a phone call. I have plans to night."

"Trust me," he said, grinning again. "Come on. Before Beverly finds out."

Intrigued, I took my chances and followed him. I figured a few minutes wouldn't hurt. We went down the stairs and to the back of the foyer. He smiled broadly and announced, "Here she is."

To my total surprise, Andrew turned around and gave me a quick kiss. "Hi."

"Hi," I breathed, still confused. "You're supposed to be at work until five. It's only four-thirty."

"I had some time coming and I left early." He glanced at Lawrence and added, "I didn't mean to get you into trouble."

Lawrence grinned. "Don't worry about it. Go on and have fun."

He left and Andrew kissed me again, this time taking longer and sliding his tongue into my mouth. He pulled back and said, "Go get your stuff. I'll meet you out at my car."

"Okay."

I hurried back up to my room and grabbed my purse. I locked up the apartment and went back down to the foyer. Clients were just starting to trickle in, and a few of them eyed me appreciatively, but I breezed right past everyone.

Andrew was waiting for me by his car. He smiled when he saw me and opened the passenger side door. Once we were settled, he drove out of the lot, leaving Torch behind.

"What's the plan for tonight?" I asked.

"How about a movie?" he suggested, putting his hand on my thigh. His touch excited me, even through the skirt. I had a feeling by the time the night was through my panties would be soaked. "There's a new comedy at the cinema."

"Okay," I said, not really caring one way or another. "Have you eaten dinner yet?"

"No."

"You want to get some food first, then?"

"Sure."

We went to a small restaurant and ordered. The food was good and the service was excellent, so we made it to the theater in plenty of time. We got our tickets and filed into seats toward the back.

Andrew took my hand and turned my face to his. "I'm really glad you wanted to see me again. I was worried I'd be too boring for you."

"Boring?"

"I'm sure you meet lots of interesting guys."

I laughed a little at that one. "You'd be surprised. I bet I could write one hell of a thesis on sexual repression and deviation."

He smiled and asked, "How would I fit into a study like that?"

"The control subject?"

"You don't think I'm a deviant or repressed?"

His eyes were sparkling in the dim light and I smiled. "I don't think so."

"That doesn't sound very scientific. Shouldn't you do some more research before forming any conclusions?"

"It would probably take a lot of research," I said, my voice getting husky. "At least, it would take a lot to get any concrete evidence to support any hypothesis I've come up with."

The lights dimmed and the previews started. The theater fell quiet and the few other people scattered in the seats became engrossed with the summer's promised box-office hits, but I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

He took my hand and placed it gently on his thigh, his expression still soft and serious. "You should see just how concrete my evidence is," he whispered. It was corny and stupid, but I didn't care.

I opened my mouth to answer, but he put a finger to his lips and pointed at the screen. The movie was starting and he watched the beginning credits with sudden apparent interest.

I tried to watch the movie, but I just couldn't concentrate. His cock was less than three inches from my hand, and it was driving me crazy not being able to touch it. Ten minutes later, I made a bold decision.

I slowly brought my hand up his thigh and brushed my fingers over the material covering his zipper. He sucked in his breath but didn't move. A few more minutes passed and I carefully opened his belt and undid his button. He glanced around nervously and put his jacket over his lap, covering my hands from the view of nonexistent eyes. The rest of the people in the theater were laughing hysterically and I could only assume the movie lived up to its hype, but I still wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention.

I unzipped his pants and slowly slid my hand inside, brushing it over the front of his boxers, the material straining against his hard-on. I traced the outline of his cock, loving how it quivered and twitched under my fingers.

"Marri, stop, you're driving me insane," he whispered, not sounding like he wanted me to stop at all.

"You said I should check out the concrete evidence," I murmured back, sliding my fingers through the slit in his boxers, the tips touching the shaft of his dick.

"Don't start what you can't finish," he warned, his voice breathy.

"Who said anything about not finishing?"

Before he could answer, I slid down onto that floor, ignoring the cramped space and the uncomfortable way it pressed my knees to my chest, and got between his legs. He covered his cock with his hand instinctively, but I brushed it away. He groaned softly and put the jacket over my head, lacing his fingers in my hair.

I eased his dick out of the boxers and licked it from shaft to tip, making his fingers tighten into my scalp. He tasted wonderful and I pulled that rod into my mouth, swirling my tongue all around it without sucking. I took it down to the base, feeling it hit the back of my throat and making him groan again.

I cupped his balls, feeling the skin move around them as I pressed my lips against it. I sucked one of them into my mouth, gently running my tongue around in circles, feeling his grip tighten even more. I really was driving him crazy, and it was turning me on big time.

I decided to stop tormenting him and I sucked his cock back into my mouth, using my hand to guide it. I sucked it like the tasty treat it was, savoring the drops of precum that kept oozing out. He moved my head with the rhythm, making me suck even harder.

"Marri," I heard him whisper, "God, Marri, I'm gonna cum."

I sucked with renewed vigor, wanting to taste his load. He started panting and his cock stiffened even more and I knew he was close. I allowed my teeth to ever so gently graze the shaft, and he moaned, making me happy there was no one close enough to hear.

His grip on my hair tightened again, and his whole body tensed. As I sucked, he climaxed, sending streams of his cum into my mouth and onto my tongue. I swallowed it all, wanting him inside of me any way I could.

He slowly untangled his hands from my hair and helped me back into my seat. He put his pants back together and pulled me over to lean into him. His arm slipped protectively over my shoulders and he kissed the top of my head. I smiled and settled back to be cuddled and closed my eyes.

After all, the movie wouldn't have made any sense to me by that point anyway.

* * * * *

We walked hand in hand back to his car. We'd spent the rest of the movie snuggling, giving each other the occasional kiss and pretending the rest of the world didn't exist. He opened the door for me and went around to his side to get in.

"Well," he said, turning a little in the seat to face me, "where to now?"

"Anywhere," I said, touching his cheek gently.

"You don't need to go home yet?"

"I told you before, Andrew, I don't have a curfew."

He grinned and gave me a quick kiss. He noticed the disappointment in my face and said, "I don't want to get started again. Not here."

"Where, then?" I asked, fully aware I was practically begging for it.

"My apartment? I live alone, and I have a big movie collection."

"So we can ignore another one?" I kidded.

"Only if I'm lucky," he said, turning on the ignition and pulling out of the lot. He flipped on the radio and held my hand as we made the short ride to his building. We got out and I followed him, still holding his hand.

We rode the elevator to the third floor, kissing all the way. The doors opened and we went down the hall to his apartment. Once inside, he flipped on the lights and tossed his jacket onto a nearby armchair.

"Go ahead and sit down. I'll go get something to drink from the kitchen." He went through a swinging door and I looked around curiously. It was a bigger place than mine, but it was still relatively small. It looked like there were only a few rooms total: the living room, kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom. The furniture was simple, but all in all it was perfect for a single guy.

He came out of the kitchen carrying two cans of soda and a bag of pretzels and sat next to me. "You want to pick out a movie?"

The mere fact he'd taken me out not once but twice without trying to get me into bed, especially after meeting me at Torch, and the escapade in the movie theater, was enough for me. This went beyond "infatuation" or attraction. I really, really liked this guy and I wanted to be with him.

And I just plain wanted him.

In answer to his question, I leaned over and kissed him, all of the passion and desire I felt pouring out. He drew back at first, surprised, but then started kissing me back, his own wanting clear.

Our lips pressed against each other hungrily, our arms circling around each other and clutching tightly. Our tongues danced and probed, tasting and sucking.

His hand slid under the back of my shirt, running up my skin and making me shiver. His kiss traveled to my neck, his tongue running down the hollow of my throat. His fingers unhooked the clasp on my bra and I moaned, wanting him to touch me.

He pulled back and stared into my eyes. "I didn't bring you here for sex, you know."

"Does that mean you don't want me?" I asked, my hand still twined in his hair.

"God, yes," he breathed. "But if I make love to you, I won't want to bring you back."

"I don't have classes tomorrow," I said, using my free hand to work the buttons on his shirt. "You can always drop me off on your way to work in the morning."

"Ah, fuck," he murmured and stood up. He tugged me to my feet and led me to his bedroom.

We stripped each other and laid back on the bed. He reached over and turned on the lamp, saying, "I want to look at you."

I rolled him onto his back and straddled his hips, feeling the tip of his cock graze my pussy. He moaned and I leaned down to kiss his neck. I nibbled at his throat, tasting his skin and feeling the dampness collecting in my folds.

I pressed my pussy against the shaft of his dick, letting the lips grip it and the clit rest against it. He groaned and I slowly shifted my weight, sliding up and down his cock, my juices making it nice and slick.

"God, Marri, you are so wet," he murmured.

I sat up so he could see me and continued rubbing. I pulled on my nipples, twisting them between my thumb and fingers. He reached up and touched my clit, making me jump. He gently massaged it, watching me tweak my nipples. I moaned in response to his touch and felt his cock move under me.

I moved his hand away and leaned over despite his protests. I ran my tongue over his nipple, feeling it grow erect and hard. I started sucking on it, rolling it around in my mouth and taking the other one in my hand, still rubbing on his cock.

"Bite my nipple," he breathed.

I did and he sucked in his breath, burying his hands in my hair again. I kept on rubbing my cunt on his dick, loving how the pressure felt on my clit. I found myself panting, amazingly close to orgasm already.

"Please, I need to be inside you," he moaned. "I need to be in your wet pussy."

I drew myself up a little, lining up the tip of his cock with the opening of my snatch. I released his nipple from my teeth and began sliding down his shaft as slowly as I could.

He was rock hard and I knew he was going crazy, wanting me to go faster, but I wouldn't be rushed. I slid onto him little by little, his dick filling my pussy. Once I knew I was at the bottom, I stopped and held perfectly still.

After a few seconds, he realized I wasn't about to move and said, "What are you doing? Why did you stop?"

I gave his nipple a quick lick, making him gasp again, and said, "Because I like watching your face."

And watch it I did. For the next few minutes, I watched his expression move from being mildly distracted to tortured to hungry. He suddenly jerked his head up, catching my nipple in his mouth and biting down to keep me from pulling away.

"Fuck me," he said, my nipple still between his teeth.

I silently shook my head and he increased the pressure in his jaws before asking again.

I shook my head a second time and he bit even harder. I gasped but he didn't let go. I knew my pussy was sopping and his cock was covered with my juices and that only excited me more.

"Dammit, Marri, fuck me," he pleaded, his mouth still holding my tit.

Once again, I shook my head and he increased the pressure. He moved his jaw back and forth, rolling my nipple between his teeth and making me cry out. His eyes were wide and he tried thrusting his hips up, but I moved with him, keeping my cunt just out of reach for a good fucking.

"What do I have to do to get you to fuck me?" he demanded.

"You really want my pussy?"

"God, yes."

"Then take it."

A few more seconds went by, his teeth still working at my nipple and my pussy motionless on his dick. Then something in his eyes changed and in one smooth motion, he rolled us over and slammed his dick into my cunt.

I cried out again in pleasure, cumming almost instantly. He thrust into me over and over, harder and harder, and I moved my hips to meet him every time. I latched my mouth over his nipple, sucking on it again, adding teeth to make him groan.

"Marri, your pussy is so fuckin' wet!" he grunted.

I released his nipple and grabbed his shoulders, pulling his head down to mine so I could watch his face. His eyes rolled shut and I knew he was close.

A particularly hard thrust pressed his pelvic bone down onto my clit, making me cum again and I gasped. His eyes flew open and he whispered, "I'm gonna cum."

"Cum in me," I begged. "Cum in my pussy."

He thrust into my cunt a few more times before climaxing, sending jets of hot spunk into my snatch. He cried out and I came again, fully mixing our juices.

I held onto his shoulders, felt him shudder and quake from the strength of the orgasm, and stared up into his still-open eyes. As his breathing slowly returned to normal, he kissed me gently.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No," I assured him.

"Will you stay?"

I only nodded. He slowly pulled out of me and flopped onto his back, opening his arm. I snuggled into the crook, resting my head on his chest and listening to his strong heartbeat. His seed was sliding down my leg, making me feel somehow even more secure.

He flicked off the light and the room fell into darkness. His hand ran up and down my arm and he kissed my forehead lovingly. I sighed, content in his warm, strong arms.

"I love you, Marri," he whispered.

"I love you, too, Andrew," I replied, knowing it was the truth.

I closed my eyes and quickly fell asleep.