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Eva's Education

By: Calandria



If you are about to read this, then you probable agree with me. Despite the abundance of pornographic images available on the web, you can't beat the written word for fuelling fantasy. Enjoy!

All people in this story are over 18, and so should you be.

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In the village where I was born, in the Romanian Danube plains, there were a lot of pigs. Some of them had four legs. One of the others was Goran, my stepfather. He beat my mother into submission, he raped my big sister Maria so many times that she left home, and then he started on me, when I was too young, small and fragile to resist. My best friend, who was also called Maria, gave me excellent advice and practical help. Her father was a chemist, and she got me the pills I needed so that I didn't get pregnant.

'Now just lay back and enjoy it!' she told me – and I did just that.

Before I was nineteen, Goran got himself shot dead in a dispute about some of the four-legged pigs, so that my mother hadn't a hope of keeping the home on what I earned as a waitress in the village's scruffy bar, plus what she herself could make doing a bit of casual sewing and cleaning.

So it was that when a big black car drew up on the village's muddy square one damp April morning, and a man in dark glasses set his gaze on me, I knew that I had to go.

Even then I knew a suave bastard when I saw one, and Sergei, as he asked me to call him, was all of that, promising me a job as a dancer in 'high-class clubs' – because 'he thought I moved gracefully' – yeah! I asked him where and he was vague, saying that it was a nice place, with good audiences. If I had had any options, other than a continued life in that desperate, damp, cold village, I should have told him to go and fuck himself. I told my mother I was going away, collected a few miserable belongings, and climbed into the big sleek car.

I sat beside Sergei in the back, and he, surprisingly, I thought, made no move to touch me – perhaps my ratty old jeans and bomber jacket didn't do a lot to turn him on, I suppose. It was an hour's journey to the city, and we pulled up outside a big block which bore no nameplate, but looked like a hotel or an apartment building. Sergei nodded to a bored-looking guy as we walked through a reception area, then we rode up in a lift to the seventh floor, where he led me out into a carpeted corridor, and through double doors into a huge, sparsely-furnished room. Sat at a big, ornate desk in one corner was a guy in his fifties, distinguished-looking, longish black hair flecked with grey, immaculately dressed in a dark three-piece suit with a red silk tie. 

He steepled his hands on top of the desk, and regarded me silently, while Sergei turned, equally silently, and went out the way he had come in.

'Hmmm,' he said at length, 'turn around please.' I did so.

'Yes – and your name?'

'Eva, sir,' I said.

'And I understand you are interested in a change of career?' He said this with a half-smile playing about his handsome features, so that I was more sceptical then ever about where my destiny may lie. Beggars, however, I thought, couldn't be choosers!

'Yes sir,' I confirmed.

'My informant said you may have potential, Eva,' he said, 'we shall have to see.'

He continued to look at me in a disquieting way, while he pressed a buzzer on his desk and waited as a door behind him opened, and in walked an Asian girl about my own age, with beautiful long glossy black hair, dressed in a short white housecoat and sandals, like a nurse.

'Maya,' said the man, 'this is Eva. Please take her and get her prepared. I want to see her in two hours' time.'

'Yes, Mr. Ivanescu,' she said, and ushered me out with her.

We went down a short corridor, and into a big dressing room with lots of cupboards and mirrors, and an en-suite bathroom. Maya told me to undress, and didn't seem in the least inclined to allow me any privacy while I did so. I wasn't used to being watched, but guessed I'd have to get used to a lot of new things, so slipped out of my old jeans and tee shirt, and stood there in my bra and panties while Maya scooped up my old things.

'We'll just get rid of these, shall we?' she said, rhetorically, because she was already stuffing them into a dustbin bag as I opened my mouth to protest at the loss of my only clothes. 

She turned to me, smiling prettily, 'Take the rest off, then, while I get the shower warm, Eva.'

I felt oddly shy as I tip-toed naked to the shower, crossing my arms over my breasts, but the water was an unaccustomed joy, silky and warm – we had no hot water in the village, and showers were restricted to once a week at the local gymnasium, if you got there in time! Whilst I was enjoying the caress of the hot cascade of water, I hadn't realised that Maya was climbing into the big cubicle behind me, and it was a shock when she started expertly shampooing my hair, then rinsing it thoroughly with the shower-head. I cooed with pleasure at the sensuous feel of her hands, and, thus encouraged, she gave my shoulders a little gentle massage, and then allowed her long, delicate brown fingers to trail lightly down to my breasts, lingering over my nipples, which responded involuntarily, becoming as hard as rocks, and drawing a deep little moan from somewhere deep down in my throat.

All too soon, she turned off the flow of water, and said, briskly, 'Come on, we'd better get dried off, hadn't we?' She reached two huge white fluffy towels from a shelf, and handed me one. We dried ourselves, and then, having wrapped her own hair in a towel, set about drying mine with a big electric hair-drier, while I relaxed in a recliner, feeling like the Queen of Sheba. Our conversation was extremely limited, as she seemed to have little Romanian, and we shared only minimal English. As she was completing her task, my long blonde hair almost dry, a door opened, and in came another Asian girl, this one more oriental-looking than Maya, and whom she introduced to me as Lily. She was also slight and pretty, and carried a black case, like that of a doctor. She set it down beside me, and opened it up. I couldn't resist a peek: it seemed to contain all kinds of instruments, and I was none the wiser, until she started giving me a thorough manicure and pedicure. She took her time, during which Maya was trimming and brushing my hair expertly, as well as attending carefully to my eye make-up. When Lily had finished with my fingernails, I had been fitted with a set of long, porcelain artificial nails, which looked for all the world natural, varnished a lovely pink.

Next, Lily took a dentist's spreader out of her case, and inserted it in my mouth. I had never been to the dentist's for more than a check-up in my life, so I was confident she would find nothing amiss, but it was not my teeth she was interested in. Deftly, she pulled out my tongue, and put a small clip on its tip to keep it in place, while I made a useless attempt to protest. Equally quickly, she took out a little can of spray, and squirted some onto my tongue, then immediately took up what I knew instantly was a piercing tool, and concentrated briefly on perforating my projected tongue. Smilingly, she waved a tiny silver stud in front of my eyes, and I realised then that her own tongue was pierced too. In no time at all I was the possessor of a silver stud in my tongue, false nails and false eyelashes. When, after she had finished painting my lips, Maya showed me my image in a hand-mirror, and I stuck out my tongue, I could scarcely recognise the sophisticated young woman who looked back. The two of them then started a conversation in a language I didn't understand, pointing at my well-trimmed pubic bush. (I kept it trimmed, for when I wore brief shorts at the gym) Lily giggled, then took a canister from her case and handed it to her colleague. When he sprayed foam all over my mound an around my pussy, I realised what they were going to do, but when Lily took out an old-fashioned straight razor, my eyes opened wide.

'Hey!' I exclaimed, 'what the….'

But it was too late, and Lily was already concentrating expertly on swiftly taking off every vestige of hair from my mound. Then she eased my legs wide apart, gently lifting them over the arms of the chair, so that I was totally exposed for her to work carefully around my labia, right up my crack to my anus and beyond, so that I was completely depilated. Then Maya moved in with a towel, wiping away all the excess foam, and then easing oil onto all the tender newly-exposed flesh. When she smoothed her hand over my mound, down to my clit, and her fingers slid through my inner labia, I let out a little gasp, an she looked at me, with a nice twinkle in her eyes, which seemed to brighten still more as her oily finger continued its slow journey and lingered around the puckered little hole of my anus, just teasing the portals of that secret entrance. Then she moved away.

I tried to ask Maya what it was all about. If I was to be going abroad, why all this? She either didn't understand, or wasn't allowed to comment.

Lily packed up her things, and left, whilst Maya busied herself selecting clothes, presumably for me, from the many wardrobes and cupboards. Some she packed into a big suitcase, whilst she hung a few things on hangers.

'Finished,' she announced, 'you can dress now!' and I got up to see what she had got out for me. Wordlessly, she handed me a hanger, from which trailed a long gown, made of silver-grey silky material, which had a soft, luxurious feel to it.

'What's this?' I demanded.

'My instructions,' said Maya, 'are that you are to wear a long evening dress. Mr Ivanescu is taking you to dinner this evening.'

I looked hard at her to see if she was joking, saw that she was not, and took the dress off her. It was a glamorous, halter-neck creation, completely backless, so that I could wear no bra. I had never in my life worn a long dress before – never even imagined myself in such a garment, and wondered if I should pinch myself to see if I was in a dream.

'Panties?' I asked Maya, and she simply shook her head.

'Mr Ivenescu doesn't like underwear,' she said, with an air of finality.

Shrugging, and thinking to myself that, under a long dress, it would scarcely matter, I slipped the gown over my head, and let the soft silky material slide down over my hips, and fall to the floor. It felt marvellous, the silky material next to my skin, without underwear – and now clean-shaven and vulnerable; it was a brand-new sensation, the sexiest I had ever felt. Another shock awaited me, when Maya handed me the shoes I was to wear.

'I can't wear those,' I said. They were four-inch stilettos, with metal needle heels. I had never before worn high heels.

'I think you're going to have to get used to them,' said Maya, 'you'd better practice.'

I walked around in them, at first tripping over the hem of my dress, and stumbling from the height of the heels.

'It's time,' said Maya, as I was clipping in a pair of big silver hoop ear-rings she had handed me, and, glancing at the clock, I saw that it was, indeed, seven-thirty. Nervously, I allowed her to throw a fur stole round my shoulders and lead me back out down the corridor, through the office where I had so briefly met Mr Ivanescu, now empty, his cigar smoke seeming to linger in the air, out to the lift, and down to the lobby, where he was waiting for me.

He stood back a little and looked at me, then turned to Maya.

'You have done a fine job, my dear – you will be well rewarded,' he said, then, without a further word, he took my arm and led me out to a waiting black Mercedes, with darkened rear windows.

Not normally of a nervous disposition, I was conscious that I shook as I sat on the soft leather seats beside Mr Ivanescu, who I had to admit to myself, looked fantastic in an immaculate tux and white tie.

He made no move to touch me, but said, in his quiet, deep voice, 'Now, my dear, you have, I think, been well prepared?' It wasn't really a question, and before I could respond, he went on, 'Tonight is your trial. Upon it, depends whether we continue on the course we have mapped out for you. You will, of course, understand that what Sergei told you about the dancing is, shall we say, a little economical with the truth. We know you can dance – we have made enquiries, and we are aware of your beauty. What we need to know is…' and he paused, looking deep into my soul, it seemed, with lovely grey eyes, '..is can you make the most of your physical attributes?'

His hand was now on my knee as he said this, the Mercedes gliding along, soft music playing from hidden speakers, and he moved closer, slowly sliding his hand up my thigh, his maleness pervading the atmosphere. I half-closed my eyes as he leaned forward and kissed me, the soreness of my newly pierced tongue forgotten as his own tongue probed between my teeth, and I found myself feeling the front of his trousers, where a nice bulge had developed. I fumbled for a moment with his zipper, while he ran his hands over my breasts, through the thin silky material of my gown. But then I discovered that his dislike of underclothes extended to his own apparel, and his long, slim, circumcised cock sprung out into my hand, just asking to be pumped. I obliged and he groaned with pleasure, but I knew what he really wanted, and took him into my mouth, first just his crown, then infinitely slowly let my lip slide the whole way down his warm, throbbing shaft, fondling his heavy balls as I did so, while he had his hands inside my bodice, and was kneading my breasts, drawing moans from my throat which escaped around his cock. He was soon close to cumming , but I squeezed his cock near the base to try and delay him a little, and he held off for a minute, still gasping hard, but he wasn't to be denied much longer, and I sucked hard, hard as he stiffened and hot his hot load deep into my throat. I made sure to swallow very drop, licking his glans until it was clean, before I tucked him away, and tidied myself up.

'Did I pass?' I wanted to know.

'That was just the first part,' he growled, still recovering, 'you are coming with me to a fine restaurant, where you will have a good meal, and we shall dance. You must be very sexy to everyone. Then we shall go home, and…..well, the rest is for you to discover.'

We arrived at the restaurant, and I remembered what Ivanescu had told me, brushing up against the Maitre d' when he took my wrap, and walking as sexily as I could past all the tables when I went to the toilet, my breasts jiggling under the thin bodice of my gown as I swayed on the perilously high heels. I thought my back view might also be sexy, as my gown was quite backless, right down to the start of the cleavage of my buttocks. I looked over my shoulder, and, sure enough, diners were ogling me as I walked past. When we danced, I had more opportunities to be sensuous, and took them as best I could – Mr Ivanescu seemed to be pleased. Suddenly he announced we were going home, however, and called for our chauffeur.

I was unprepared for the magnificent detached house he took me to, on the city's outskirts, but Mr Ivanescu seemed still to be in the mood for dancing. He turned the lights low, and put on some smoochy music, taking me in his arms. I felt happier than I had in years, and made no objection when I felt him slowly raising the silky skirt of my gown, sliding it lowly up my bare legs, up, up to my thighs, and then to my hips. His hands were on to my buttocks, kneading, parting them, questing. 

Then suddenly, I became aware that we were not alone! And in that very moment of awareness, a huge, long, thick prick, longer and thicker than I had known to exist, speared itself brutally unerringly into my unsuspecting cunt. Looking back, the whole evening had made me damp and receptive, and I should have been well prepared to let Mr Ivanescu fuck me, but to be transfixed so suddenly by this huge, strange, weapon was quite unbelievable. It was……rape! The stranger's big, hairy hands were covering my breasts, and he carried me, bodily, impaled on his mighty rod, to a big couch, where he laid me down, almost gently. Mr Ivanescu was nowhere to be seen. I was on my stomach, my dress around my waist, the big young stranger kneeling between my legs as he drove into me ferociously, so that I feared he would tear me. But the events of the evening, coupled with the whole strange day, and my accumulating need, now started to build into what I couldn't, wouldn't deny. I was going to let go, to cum, to cum with the force of an express train – and I just didn't fucking care! 'Eva, you're a five star fucking slut!' was my last thought as I saw all the colours of the kaleidoscope and heard the music of the angels. I screamed, and called him some kind of a bastard.

I slept for a while, I think, and when I awoke, Mr Ivanescu was in a chair opposite, looking at me.

'Did I pass this time?' I asked.

I got on the plane with two other girls, Olga and Petra, at eleven next morning, bound for Madrid. I now knew what we had in store – more or less. Mr Ivanescu had explained the job to me, though I couldn't help wondering if some of what he told me was still a little 'economical with the truth.'

We were working for a company called 'Sexcorts' – and when I had asked him straight out if we were not simply to be high class whores, he smiled and said, 'What, my dear, makes a woman a whore? Marrying for money, as, undoubtedly, did my lady wife, may be construed as prostitution, no? At least we don't try to pass you off as 'escorts' – pretending that you are simply virtuous young girls, there to look pretty. No, you will go with very well-heeled, sometimes famous clients, to high-class destinations, discreet clubs and the like, and they will fuck you, however, and whenever they wish. For this pleasure, they will pay a lot of money, which enables us to install you in a nice apartment, where you will maintain a good wardrobe. During the days, you will have time to learn Spanish and perfect your English. Now, please tell me if you don't want to go, because I must look for a replacement for you.'

'I'll go, Mr Ivanescu,' I had told him. My options were, to say the least, limited – back to my village, to work in the bar, and, eventually, marry a pig-farmer? 

I glanced at my companions, sat in the seats beside me. Olga was as dark as I was blonde, with eyes as black as coal, and long, long lashes which gave an exotic appearance to her sharp features, while Petra had short, honey-blonde hair, and was dazzlingly beautiful, with full lips and even fuller breasts. I wondered, not for the first time, whether I matched up to them, then I caught Olga glancing at me, and thought – she's wondering the same thing!

We arrived at Madrid's Barajas airport, passed through the usual controls, and were met by a dapper little guy in a chauffeur's uniform, who ushered us out to a black limo., and whisked us off through busy streets into the city. 

The three of us were thankfully to be housed in apartments in the same block, which seemed to be in a decent area of the city, though I hadn't a clue where, and as we none of us spoke the language – any more than we had mugged up from a phrase book on the plane – we should be happy to be able to go out shopping together. Once in my studio apartment alone, however, I had my first chance to see what Maya had packed for me by way of clothes. It was May, and warm in Spain, so I shouldn't need any cold weather gear, but I had been given no more than a cotton print dress and a pair of high heels in which to travel, as had the other two. When I compared notes with them, they both said they had received the same information – underwear was frowned upon, and they should get used to high heels. The feeling of being naked under skimpy outer clothing was starting to appeal to me, I had to admit, though having a permanently moist pussy was a new experience. I had daydreamed a bit at times on the long flight, reliving the pounding I had received from the muscular young man I learned was Nikki, Ivanescu's son. I knew sex was going to be a big part of my life now, and it seemed like a great idea, but I didn't think there were too many like Nikki around.


Eva's Education



Summary: Two guys are interested in Eva.

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Eva often studied when the other student partied. She didn't care what people said about her. She wasn't a party-girl and didn't feel the need to be one. Sometimes it was hard to concentrate with her roommates around. Both girls were the bubbly type. Eva was more serious and quiet. It could be said that she was a little shy but Eva would never admit it. Her seriousness was often seen as her being rude, maybe even dull. It just took Eva a long time to open up to people.

She was used to those who were close to her leaving. It started with her father taking off before she was born. She never had any contact with him and she didn't care. As far as she was concerned, he was just a sperm donor. 

In high school, Eva had two serious relationships. Both ended with them cheating on Eva. Looking back, Eva saw what happened. They wanted a girl who would have sex with them. That girl didn't turn out to be Eva. She wasn't a prude but she wasn't about to change herself just because a boy couldn't keep his mind out of the gutter. When she broke up with her second boyfriend - just before graduation - Eva decided she didn't need to date. She'd keep that promise to herself for over a year. 

Here she was settled into her sophomore year of college and she hadn't gone on a real date yet. That's not to say she didn't have anyone asking her out. She did go out with her roommates and friends as a group. 

There was Sam. He was a professor's son and on the dean's list. He was an ideal student and very popular. He often followed her around campus. She wasn't really afraid of him. At first, she thought he only wanted to be friends. Although Eva was quiet smart, she was rather naïve about how appealing she was to guys. They talked, or rather, he talked and she listened. They'd even gone out for coffee. When he started hinting at wanting more, she put a stop to things. He didn't like that idea; he continued to pursue Eva. 

Then there was Tyler. He didn't look like he belonged on a college campus. He was smart but Violet thought he would fit in better with a biker gang. She didn't know why Tyler, or Sam, would be interested in her.

Eva thought she was too ordinary, too plain. She thought her shoulder length, straight brown hair was a mousy shade of brown. She thought it was weird to have blue eyes. She even thought her figure was average, if not smaller than average. There was nothing special about her. 

However, Eva underestimated herself. Yes, her hair was brown but it was more of a warm chocolate brown. Her large blue eyes contrasted well against her hair. As far as her figure being smaller than average, it fit perfectly for her petite frame. She'd never be confused for an exotic beauty. Nevertheless, with her natural looks, she had the simple girl-next-door kind of beauty.

***

Tyler leaned over and kissed Eva. Pulling away she said, "I'm sorry but I'm not looking to start a relationship." She went back to her book. 

"Who said anything about having a relationship? I just wanted to have some fun. Isn't that what we're supposed to do in college?"

Eva shook her head in disbelief. "I thought we were here to learn."

"Can't we learn about each other? Look, I'm not proposing marriage, just some fun." 

Eva hated to admit that Tyler was good looking. She even liked his tattoos, something she didn't usually like. She'd heard about him, that he's had some wild nights. Even though he was nice to her, she was scared of his reputation. She also hated to admit that she liked that kiss.

***

They continued to kiss. They were supposed to be studying but they forgot all about that. His hand slid down to her waist. He pulled her closer to him. She ran her fingers through his hair. The kisses were getting more passionate. His hand slid back up her body. He cupped her breast. She moaned slightly. It's been a long time since she's been touched like this. She forgot how good it felt. 

"How far have you gone?" asked Dylan after Eva pulled away.

Eva blushed, "Just some touching ...through clothes, nothing serious. You must think I'm a freak. I'm nineteen and I haven't done much more than kiss."

"You're not a freak some people are just ready later than most."

"You think I'm a freak."

"No, I don't but I'd like to ...give you some lessons."

"Is that your subtle way of saying to have sex with me?"

"I'm not going to lie to you. I'd love to have sex with you, but I won't do anymore than you're ready for."

Eva snorted her disbelief and rolled her eyes. "You ...want to have sex ...with me? Yeah, right."

"Of course, I do. I want to have wild, passionate sex with you. I'm sure most guys wouldn't mind rolling in the sheets with you."

She couldn't believe Tyler was talking like that and he didn't seem embarrassed. Eva on the other hand, couldn't keep her face from getting red. "I'm not that kind of girl. Guys don't look at me like that."

"You're a girl, so of course guys look at you like that; you have all the right holes." Eva's eyes widened. She couldn't believe he said that. Tyler can't help but smile at her embarrassment. She looked so cute. "But like I said, I won't do anymore than you're ready for. I'm not just looking for a quick fuck. If I was, I could turn to other girls. I'm not looking for a serious relationship either, but I do want to get to know you." 

***

Tyler's hand slipped down between their bodies. They both thought it was very fortunate that she wore a skirt. Putting his hand up her skirt, she shivered. He touched her damp panties and smiled. He pushed aside the fabric, touching her delicate flesh. A gasp caught in Eva's throat. She was surprised by how good it felt to have someone touch her there.

Being alone and with no thoughts of ever being with a guy, she's touched herself and sometimes used a vibrator. She'd ordered a dildo but she was too afraid to use it. It took awhile for her to come by her own hands.

Tyler touched and teased her, making her nerves tingle with excitement. When he thought she was ready, he pushed his finger between her delicate folds. She had a sharp intake of air. It felt weird having his finger entering her. At the same time, it felt amazing. He pushed his finger deeper inside her. He pumped his finger in and out of her, sometimes changing the pace. All the while, they kissed passionately.

Eva shuddered with delight. "I-I didn't know ...it'd feel ...so ...oh ...this ...good." Teasing her clit, Tyler got the reaction he was waiting for. Eva's hips gyrated as she moaned. The things he did to her were exhilarating. She cried out as her body tightened and slight spasms shook her. 

***

They kissed passionately, their tongues wrestling. Eva felt the heat building in her core, between her legs. She decided that Tyler's waited long enough and so had she, she was ready. Between kisses she said, "I'm ready."

"What?"

Breathlessly she said, "I'm ready. I want you. I need you. I need to feel you, inside me."

Tyler couldn't believe his ears. He's wanted to be with her soon after they started seeing each other but she wasn't ready. He'd like nothing more than to push himself into her but he needed to know she was sure. "You sure?"

Instead of answering with words, she kissed him fervently. He took her answer to be yes. He groped her body through her clothes as he kissed her neck. The way she threw back her head and moaned almost drove him crazy. They had too many clothes on. They began pealing off each other's clothes. They're down to their underwear but still nowhere closer to the bedroom. He hooked his arm under her knees and lifted her into his arms. They kissed ardently as his carried her to his bed. 

The tenting of his boxers left little doubt that he was ready but he asked her once more if she was sure. She surprised him by grabbing him through his boxers. "I want this inside me."

Not needing a second invitation, Tyler laid her back on his bed. Her skin tingled with anticipation. He pulled off her bra. He'd never get over how beautiful she was. He cupped and caressed her breasts. He watched her wiggle with pleasure. She gasped when his mouth latched onto her breast. He ran his tongue over and around her firm nipple. As he did this, he slid his hand passed her lacy panties. He slipped a finger into her making her catch her breath. He loved making her body react to his touch. He teased her nipple and she squealed with delight. 

Tyler pulled back to look at her. He thought she looked gorgeous lying on his bed with her skin flushed. She moaned, "More ...please." Eva helped him slide her panties down her legs. She looked beautiful and desirable lying naked on his bed. He was so impatient to have her; he had to remember to slow things down some. She's a virgin and he didn't want to hurt her. He took off his boxers and put on a condom. 

Eva looked both excited and nervous as she watched him. To try to ease her fears, he tenderly caressed her. "I'll be gentle. Let me know any time if you want to stop, okay?"

"I want this, I want you." She parted her legs some, inviting him in. Tyler gently spread Eva's legs some more. He settled himself between her legs, being careful not to put his full weight on her. He rubbed his shaft along her opening. Eva squirmed slightly but didn't try to stop him; this was what she wanted. 

With one hand, Tyler rubbed her rigid nipple with his thumb. With his other hand, he guided his member. His tip pushed open her delicate flesh. There was slight resistance but she opened around him like a flower. Eva's breath caught in her throat, feeling him enter her. She didn't know what to expect but it wasn't as she imagined. He was thicker and harder than she'd anticipated. He continued to push himself slowly in. She could feel him entering her; it was so sensual. She felt him stretching her flesh. It hurt some but she wanted this. When he reached her barrier, he pushed a little harder, breaking it. She winced in discomfort. 

Concerned, he asked, "You okay? You want me to stop?"

"I'm fine. Just, just give me ...a moment," said Eva breathless. 

Tyler waited for her. As he did, he continued to fondle her breast. Gradually, pleasure took over the pain. It was as if her body was blossoming. She wanted to feel more. Thrusting her hips slightly, she took in more of him. "More ..."

To please her, he slowly pushed himself all the way into her. She was so tight. He gave her some more time to adjust. She had all of him inside her, all seven inches. 

Eva thought it felt so strange and amazing having something, somebody inside her. She never imagined it'd feel like this. He was so hard and so thick. 

"You okay? I'll try to be as gentle as I can." Holding her breath, she nodded. He pulled out and slowly entered her again. He continued in this manner, gradually increasing his pace and the force of his thrusts. It didn't take long for her to join him. She thrust her hips with him. She couldn't match his pace but it still felt amazing. 

There was a tangle of limbs and sheets as they continued their sensual dance. Eva stretched out, arching her back. The powerful sensations Tyler was making her feel intensified. She moaned as her hands clutched his back. She dug her fingers into his flesh as the pace of his thrusts increased. 

Eva had trouble catching her breath. Her body tingled as though it was on fire. Every nerve was fully charged. Tyler knew how to make her whole body feel alive. 

Both were panting for air and sweaty, Tyler gathered Eva into his arms. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you too much, did I?" 

She shook her head. "No, I'm okay. That ...wow ...I had no idea it felt like that," Eva said, still a little breathless.

Eva didn't know why she waited so long to be with Tyler. He was experienced but gentle and patient. He showed her how wonderful and exciting it could be. They fell asleep holding each other.

Tyler was the first one to wake up. He liked watching Eva sleep. She was so peaceful. She had a simple innocence about her. Slowly, Eva began to walk up. Looking down at her in his arms, he said, "Morning."

Eva looked up at Tyler. Remembering what they did, she smiled. "Good morning."

"How are you doing?" He's truly concerned about her well-being.

"I'm okay. I'm a little sore but I'm okay. I'm kinda hungry."

"You're hungry?" 

"Yeah, we had quite a workout last night. I want food but I wouldn't mind doing that again." Eva's melodious laughter filled the room as she laughed at Tyler's expression.

***

Tyler pulled Eva into the shadows. They didn't really want to go to the party. They could have a party for two, right here. They were hidden from the main pathway so no one would see them. Tyler loved the way the soft moonlight made Eva's skin glow. She looked like a goddess. They kissed with increasing passion as their hands explored their bodies. They were both glad that Eva decided to wear a flowing skirt; it made getting to her easier. If someone came along, they didn't have to worry about anything being exposed. 

Eva smiled as Tyler's hand snaked down between them. Her smile broadened when he pushed his fingers into her. They'd never done anything more than kissing in public and that wasn't very often. There was something so thrilling, so exciting, so erotic about doing this in public. 

Now that Eva was sexually active with Tyler, she couldn't get enough. Every date involved some sort of sexual act if not sex. They at least explored each other's bodies. Sometimes he'd only finger her or she'd give him a blowjob. She'd surprised him by how adventurous she was sometimes. Eva was still shy but occasionally she liked trying different positions.

Eva looked at Tyler with lust in her eyes. She wanted more; she needed more. Tyler questioned her; they could go to whoever's place was closest. No, she needed him now. Glancing around and not seeing anyone, he didn't hesitate. He undid his pants as she slipped off her panties. They were both ready. He lifted up her petite form and pushed her back against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him. Supporting her by her ass, he entered her. He thrust into her quickly. They had to be fast about this so they wouldn't be caught. Eva held on to Tyler, gasping for air. This was amazing and it didn't take long for both of them to come. 

***

Sam stood there angry. He couldn't believe he just saw "his" Eva making out like that. Yea, he liked to watch porn but he wasn't voyeuristic. He didn't like that he got off watching Eva. He wanted to be with, to have Eva all to himself. He stood there starring at the spot where Eva and Tyler had been. 

He wanted to be the one to touch her like that. He wanted to kiss her and touch her. He wanted to slip his fingers into her as Tyler did. He wanted to be the one who shoved her back against the wall. He wanted her to wrap her legs around him as he buried his cock into her. He wanted to feel her naked body against his. He wanted to make her pant and scream his name. He wanted all of that but Eva always said she didn't want any type of relationship other than friendship and she didn't really want that either. 

Even after she said this repeatedly, Sam saw them together. Eva was letting Tyler bang her like she was a common whore. Why would Eva do that? He could only think of one reason - she lied to him. She lied to him that she didn't want sex. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He had to make her pay for lying to him and making him look like a fool. 

***

Sam watch Eva's place. He knew no one was home. He watched Tyler drop her off at her house. He scowled; they'd probably just had sex again. He hated the thought of any other man touching "his" girl. That's what she was in his mind, his girl. He gave her sometime to get settled. He went up and knocked on her front door. When Eva answered the door, her expression quickly changed. "Were you expecting someone else? Were you expecting Tyler to come back?"

Eva quickly recovered. "No, I'm just surprised to see you. I haven't seen you much lately."

"Could I come in?"

For some reason, Eva doesn't want to let him in, she doesn't know why. She's always felt a sense of desperation from him but this time it's stronger and there was something else there. She didn't know why she felt that way but she wanted to send him away. "Sorry, the house is a mess. You'd think with three girls living here it wouldn't get that messy."

"It'll just be for a few minutes and I won't mind the mess." He pushed his way through the door.

"Sam?!"

He looked around the living room. Other than some magazines scattered on the couch, it wasn't a mess. She'd lied to him again. He doesn't show his anger. "Doesn't look messy to me but girls must have different standards than guys."

"Uh, Sam, I'm sorry but I have to get ready for work so you'll have to leave."

"I thought you didn't have to work until later. Don't you usually work in the afternoon?"

Going to work early was just an excuse to get him to leave. Eva's surprised that he knew her work schedule. She tried to hide her surprise. "I, um, yeah, usually I do but someone called in."

Sam smiled as he turned away from her. She'd tried to hide her surprise but he saw it. "A chance to get some more money?"

"Yeah, expenses have a way of adding up. So ... what did you need?" Eva wondered why he was there. She didn't really care; she wanted him to leave. "I need to get ready."

"Okay, of course. I was gonna ask you something but could I have a drink of water before I leave?"

Eva didn't want to give him anything but if it got him to leave, she'd do it. "Um, uh, o-okay, just a minute. Wait here." She went into the kitchen to get his water. He startled her by following her to the kitchen. Surprised, she dropped the plastic glass in the sink. 'Damn, how I have to start over.' "I thought I told you to wait there."

"I came to see if you needed any help."

"It's a glass of water. It's not that hard to get."

"True, but you did have some trouble."

"I didn't know you'd followed me." Sam stood next to her by the sink. He put his hand possessively on the small of her back. She stiffened. "Sam, you need to go."

"But what about my water?"

She shoved the glass into his hand. "Here, take it with you."

He set the glass on the counter. "Water's not what I need." He grabbed her by the back of her head. His lips crashed down on hers in a hard sloppy kiss. 

Eva pushed hard against his chest. Finally breaking free she growled, "Go! Get out of here!"

"Aw, c'mon Eva, don't tell me you don't like kissing."

"I want you to leave. Now."

"I'm not ready to leave, not yet."

"What! Leave now or I'll call the police."

"You're not going to call Tyler? You've gotten pretty friendly with him, haven't you?"

"What does Tyler have to do with this? Please just leave."

"Tyler has a lot to do with why I'm here. Didn't you tell me you weren't interested in any type of relationship?"

She didn't know what he was talking about but she wanted him to leave. Eva went to the back door. "You need to leave! Now!" She started to open the door but he pushed it shut. She spun around and glared at him. "What are you d...?" He pushed her back against the wall. "What are you doing!"

"Don't you like it like this?" He kissed her again. She struggled and pushed against him. He grabbed her wrists and held her against the wall. 

She broke away from the kiss. "No! Stop!"

"You don't really want me to stop, do you?" He held both her wrists in one of his hands as his other hand roamed over her body. "You like it rough like this, don't you?"

"Sam! Leave! Get out of here!" Ignoring her, he unbuttoned the top few buttons of her shirt; exposing her bra. "Sam!" He pressed his body against hers, trapping her. "Stop!" Letting go of her wrist, Sam pushed Eva's shirt down over one shoulder. She tried to push him away as he kissed her neck. "Sam! Stop!" 




Eva's Education



Keeping her pinned to the wall; Sam leered down at Eva. "Isn't this like what you let Tyler do to you the other night? You seemed to like it then." 

Eva's eyes grew large as she realized what he was saying. "You ..."

"That's right, I saw you two. You two put on a nice little show. You were quite the slut."

Eva's heart raced. She had to get out of there. Before she could move, he kissed her on the mouth again, muffling her protests as he touched her. She squirmed, trying to get away. She tried to knee him in the groin but was too close and she could only hit his leg. She stomped hard on his foot. It wasn't what she wanted to do but it was enough for her to break free.

Sam blocked the backdoor so she ran for the front door. Eva screamed as Sam tackled her, smashing her shoulder against the floor. "Get off me! Let me go!" she shouted as she struggled to get away. 

He grabbed her around her waist, lifting her off the floor. He growled, "We're not done yet."

Sam towered over Eva's five-foot form by at least a foot but she fought like hell. Eva kicked and scratched to get free. She fought as if her life depended on it; for all she knew, it did. She didn't know where he was taking her but she wouldn't make it easy. When she started to scream, he clamped his hand over her mouth. "Damn it! Fuckin' bitch! Shut up!"

Her eyes widened when she saw he was taking her to the spare room. Eva fought harder. She wouldn't let Sam hurt her.

Sam threw Eva onto the bed. She scrambled to get away but he was right on top of her. "No! Let me go! Get off me!" she screamed as she tried to push him off her. 

Sam pinned Eva down on the bed. He sneered, "You're feisty. I like that." 

"Sam! Let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone."

"I can't trust you. You don't keep your promises. I want what you promised me." 

"But I didn't ...aaugh! NO!!" Eva fought against him. Her strength surprised Sam but she was no match against him. He weighed well over a hundred pounds more than she did and that was mostly muscle. 

"Please let me go!" Eva struggled but got nowhere.

"You think you can just bat your eyelashes and I'll do what you say? You must think I'm stupid."

"No, I don't but why are you doing this?" She continued to struggle to get free.

"I would've treated you better than Tyler. I would've treated you right, the way you deserve. You know, Tyler only saw you as a challenge, as a chance to score with a virgin. I know you're special. Don't get me wrong, I've always wanted to fuck you. But I'd treat you like a queen; my queen."

Eva tried to reason with Sam, "Y-you don't want to this! J-just let me go. I-I won't tell anyone. This will be our secret. No one needs to know what happened so far. Please stop."

Sam laughed at her attempts to dissuade him. "Do you know how many times I jacked off while thinking about you?"

"If you like me then why are you hurting me?"

"I wouldn't have to do this if you'd just let me be with you like you promised." 

Confused, Eva stared up at him. She didn't know what he was talking about; she never promised him anything. "I-I didn't ..."

Sam cut her off before she could continue; his voice was full of contempt. "You chose Tyler instead. I don't see what's so great about him. What is it about you girls liking bad boys?" 

Eva squirmed underneath Sam. She hated feeling his body pressed against hers. She couldn't believe she'd ever thought he was attractive. Right now, hatred distorted his handsome features.

Sam sneered as he continued, "We can do this the easy way, you willingly be with me or the hard way, I take you by force. Either way I get to fuck you, so I win." 

Sam leaned closer and whispered in Eva's ear, "Personally, I vote for the hard way. It's more thrilling that way."

Eva flinched, pulling her head away from Sam but he grabbed her head. Sam's mouth crashed down on Eva's lips. She tried to shake her head free but his grip wouldn't lessen. Tears stung Eva's eyes as Sam's tongue ravaged her mouth. Sam pulled back from the passionate kiss, leaving Eva panting for air. "So, my Eva, what'll it be?"

Sam studied the girl beneath him. He could see that she was struggling to stay strong but he also saw the fear and panic on her features. 

As they're eyes locked, a tear slipped from Eva's eye. She silently pleaded for him to let her go. Sam cradled her face in his hand. He brushed the tear away with his thumb. The act would've been, should've been comforting but to Eva, it was threatening. She flinched at his touch.

Eva growled through gritted teeth, "I'm not your anything! Get the hell off me!"

Any softness on Sam's face disappeared. "Well, if that's the way you want it."

Sam tore the rest of Eva's shirt open. 

"No!" screamed Eva. She tried to cover herself but Sam grabbed her arms and pinned her down. "N..." Sam's mouth crashed down onto hers, muffling her protests. 

Sam moved Eva's arms over her head. He held her slim wrists in one of his large hands. Eva tried to shake her head, trying to make him stop. 

Sam put his hand on Eva's leg, causing her to shiver. He ran his hand back up her body to her breasts. Sam groped her bra-covered breasts. She let out a tortured groan but it doesn't stop him. 

Sam undid Eva's jeans and nudged them passed her hips. As he did that, she thrashed about. He liked that she struggled. He knew she couldn't stop him but it made things so much more thrilling.

Wanting to touch her more, Sam released Eva's wrists. He pushed her jeans further down her legs, down to her ankles.

With her wrists now free, Eva hit Sam as hard as she could. She couldn't let him touch her. "Stop!"

With a husky voice, Sam said, "No way in hell I'm stopping, not until you take my cock."

"NO!" Eva kicked him and punched his jaw. Her blows weren't very hard but she'd surprised him. It was enough to distract him. 

Eva struggled out from under Sam, ignoring his curses. Covering herself with her torn shirt, she stepped out of her jeans. He'd pulled them almost off and she was afraid it'd take too long to pull them up. She didn't care the she was almost naked; she just want to escape.

Sam grabbed for Eva but only grabbed her shirt. She pulled out of it in order to get away.

Eva screamed when Sam grabbed her and wrapped his arms around her. "NO! LET ME GO!"

"Stupid bitch! That was a bad move." Sam snaked his hand around Eva's body, down passed her flat stomach into Eva's lacy panties. 

Sam laughed as Eva frantically tried to pull away his hand. Her attempts were futile. He touched Eva's flesh causing her to scream. He clamped his hand over her mouth.

"Shut up bitch! You can't stop me. I always get what I want."

Eva fought to keep him from touching her but he couldn't be stopped. He pushed his finger between her delicate flesh. Eva tried to scream for him to stop.

Eva violently shook her head and fighting to pull away from Sam. She only succeeded in further arousing him. 

Removing his hand from her mouth, he forcefully pulled down her bra strap, tearing it and exposing her breast. Eva screamed as Sam roughly manhandled her breast. At the same time, his fingers dug at her delicate flesh. Eva shuddered as Sam's fingers pumped in and out of her. 

Eva let out a hoarse scream when Sam toyed with her clit. She had to stop him before he hurt her anymore. She reached up to scratch him and got his neck. Sam cried out and dropped her.

Before Eva could get away, he grabbed her. She struggled to get free. He held onto her arm with a vise like grip.

Sam reached up to his scratched neck with his free hand. He pulled his hand away and saw blood. "You bitch! You'll pay for that!" He struck Eva's face with so much force she fell back on the bed.

Sam pounced on Eva causing her to scream. She tried to push him off her. 

"That's right, I'm gonna make you scream."

"Go to hell!" snarled Eva.

"I'll take you there with me, sweetheart."

Eva regretted wearing the lace bra as it didn't take much force for Sam to tear it off her. She winced and hissed; his touch practically burned her skin. His touch repulsed her. He squeezed and kneaded her breasts, pinching and tweaking her nipples. 

Eva cringed when Sam put his mouth on her breast. He ran his tongue over and around her nipple, making it rigid. She hated that her body would react to what he was doing to her. 

Taking Eva's nipple between his teeth, Sam tugged some. Eva yelped. Sam sucked Eva's nipple as he yanked her panties down her legs. She was now naked under him.

Sam slipped a finger into her again. His touched her, causing Eva to flinch. He pushed another finger into her as his thumb teased her clit. He pumped his fingers in and out of her fast, digging at her flesh. Eva cried out for him to stop.

Sam refused to stop. He undid his jeans. Eva tried to beg him to stop; she tried to get free. Eva quickly closed her eyes at the sight of Sam's erection. 

"Sam, please don't do this. Haven't you done enough?" Sam roughly grabbed Eva between her legs. "Augh! Stop! You're hurting me!"

"Good cuz you hurt me when you didn't pick me. Now get ready for a fuck you'll never forget." Sam put his hands on Eva's knees. She pressed legs together as she pushed against his chest. Sam pried Eva's legs apart.

"No!" she screamed. Sam slid his hands up her inner thighs, opening Eva's legs. He knelt between her legs. "NO!" Eva hit against Sam's chest; she couldn't let this happen. 

Sam grabbed Eva's wrists and pinned them to the bed. Sam hissed, "Yes. My only regret is I didn't do this sooner." Eva cringed; she felt his hard cock prodding her. "Look at me," he demanded, "Damn it! Look! At! Me!" Eva forced herself to look at him and she saw lust and hatred in his eyes. She held her glare with him as long as she could. 

"No! NO! Please don't! NO! N-ugh!"

Finding Eva's entrance, Sam forcefully penetrated her. It was so painful that her face contorted in pain. Violet refused to scream but she couldn't stop the tears from falling.

He started his trusts with long slow strokes. Eva sobbed; Tyler had started much the same way but he'd wanted to prolong the pleasure for both of them. Sam just cared about his own sick pleasure and about extending her torture. Sam almost pulled completely out of her before slamming back into her.

Eva's body burned as he thrust. Sam was so hard. He filled her differently than Tyler did. What had been exciting and thrilling with Tyler; was now disgusting to her. Eva tried to distance her mind from what was happening to her.

Sam sensed her distraction and that angered him. He looked down between their bodies, at his cock. He grinned; it had some of her blood on it. He wanted her to be in pain. Sam roughly grabbed her breast, tweaking her nipple. She whimpered in pain. He liked hearing her whimper; it aroused him more, it made him harder if that was possible.

Sam moved Eva's legs so they were draped over his arms. Now she was spread open more and he could go deeper. Sam rammed full force back into her again. Fully aware of everything, Eva screamed.

Pleased by that, Sam repeatedly rammed into her. To Eva, it felt as if he took out every frustration he'd ever had on her right then. She felt every inch of him. His thrusts were hard and deep. 

Eva hated him. She hated feeling his hot skin against hers. She hated the way he grunted and groaned with each thrust. She hated that his body was close enough to hers that her breasts brushed against his chest with each thrust. She hated every horrendous moment.

With her hand on his chest, she tried to push him away. His pace quickened. In a strange sort of self-preservation, Eva's body began to react to Sam's hard, fast thrusts. He triggered something deep inside Eva. Her hand closed into a fist, grasping his shirt. She hoarsely screamed, "NO! S-STO-OP! NO-OH! OH!" Wave after wave of unwanted sensations shot through Eva's body.

Eva threw her head back and screamed as her body writhed underneath Sam. She was sickened by what her body was doing. Involuntarily, her hips rocked. Instead of resisting him, her body pulled at his cock.

Ignoring her, or rather spurred on by her cries, he thrust harder, deeper and faster. Sam sneered as he felt Eva's body tighten around him. He was pleased that he'd forced her to cum. He held on as long as he could. He cried put as his thrusts became erratic and he emptied into her.

Every one of Eva's nerves tingled. She was sensitive of everything. She heard her blood rushing in her ears. Her whole body ached; even her teeth were overly sensitive. She hated feeling his weight on her. Why didn't he get off her? Hadn't he done enough, too much? She tried to shove him off but she was too weak. 

When Sam finally climbed off her, Eva was painfully aware of her nakedness, of her vulnerability. Every sickening moment of what just happened was wrong.

Eva growled, "Go ...away!"

"Aww Eva ..."

"Go!"

Sam stood in the doorway as he watched Eva curl her naked body up. "Call me if you ever ..."

"Get! OUT!"

Alone, Eva sobbed and shook violently. What happened repulsed her. She tried to ignore what she felt between her legs, the pain, the stinging and throbbing. She couldn't believe what just happened. 

Part of her knew she needed to get help but she felt the crushing weight of shame. Overwhelmed by the need to clean Sam off her, Eva slowly and carefully got up. She was disgusted by the stickiness that was between her legs.

She couldn't stop crying. Every movement hurt. Even her fingertips hurt as she buttoned what buttons remained on her shirt; she ignored her ruined bra. She carefully pulled up her jeans. The coarse fabric irritated her overly sensitive nerves. 

Slowly, she made her way out of the spare room. The physically pain was horrible, her body ached and burned, but psychological and emotional pain was almost unbearable. She never imagined anything like this would happen to her. Making it to the bathroom, Eva passed out. 

When she woke up, she was in the hospital. It turned out that her roommate found her, unconscious and broken.

Every inch of Eva's body was sore. She didn't understand how she could feel everything and be numb at the same time.

Tyler surprised Eva when he showed up. She was sure he'd want nothing to do with her once he found out she'd been used like that. A part of her was afraid of him; what if he hurt her too.

Tyler hated how Eva shied away from him. Her appearance broke his heart. Her lips were bruised and split in the middle. Her left cheek was red and swollen and a bruise was forming. He didn't want to think of how the rest of her flawless skin was marred. The doctor told him that the evidence showed the attack was violent. The evidence also showed that Eva had fought. 

Tyler wanted to kill the bastard who hurt this kindhearted, endearing woman that he loved. It was a monster, not a man, who would hurt a woman like that.

"Uh, hi," Eva said shyly.

"Hi."

They just stared at one another for a while.

"Eva, I'm sorry ..."

"I understand if you don't want to see me anymore."

Tyler was confused. "What? Why would I ...?"

Eva avoided eye contact with him. "I'm not the girl you, you made ...love to; I've changed. I'm scared; I won't be able to satisfy your needs. That's not fair for you."

"I'll wait for you. I don't want to lose you."

Eva repeated, "It's not fair for you. You shouldn't be stuck with a girl who has a hang-up about ...sex. You should find someone you can be with."

"Eva, I love you. It wouldn't matter to me if we never had sex again as long as you were by my side. I will give you time and space to heal. Please don't shut me out. I love you."

***

Eva thought about what Tyler said. She wanted to get back to normal, to put it all behind her. She didn't know how to do that. Everyone said it'd take some time.

Slowly, Eva and Tyler began to see each other again. It was always simple, just a walk in the park or a quick meal at a diner. Eva knew it wasn't much but that was all she could handle at the time.

Several weeks later, Eva and Tyler had the house to themselves. It was Saturday night and everyone else was at a party. Eva hated the crowds so they stayed in to watch a movie. She snuggled up to him as they watched it. That's the closest they've been. Tyler wanted more but he considered it progress.

It was late by the time to movie ended. Tyler got up to leave but Eva stopped him.

"Wait. Don't leave yet."

"The movie's over and I don't wanna make you uncomfortable."

"I am a little nervous but I want you to stay. Come with me to my room."

"Are you sure?"

Eva held out her hand to him. When Tyler took her hand, he discovered it was shaking slightly.

He repeated, "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I want you to stay. I want you." She gave him an anxious but resolute smile.

Tyler was thrilled but he knew he had to take things slow. He didn't want to hurt her or scare her. He cared too much for her.

Going up the stairs with the man she loved, Eva's heart raced. She knew she was ready but that didn't make it any less scary.

Once in her room, they started slow. It was almost as if it was their first kiss.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to."

Eva let out a ragged breath, "I want to be with you. I loved being with you before. I'm glad I waited until I was with you. What, what he did ...to me was horrible. He took control away from me. I need to have control of my life. And I don't want that to be the lasting memory I have about sex. I need something else. I want you to try to help me replace those terrifying memories with new loving ones. Does that make sense?"

"I think I understand. I have an idea that might help you gain some sense of control."

***

They continued to make out, slowly removing their clothing. Tyler was naked but Eva was still in her bra and panties. He wasn't surprised that her lingerie was made of simple cotton and not sexy. He knew it'd take her a while to get back to that. He was just excited that she's letting him do this.

Not wanting to scare her, Tyler let Eva remove her remaining garments. Eva took a deep breath before she reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. She held the bra to her chest as she freed her arms from the straps. Once she was free, she let the fabric fall to the floor. Before she lost her nerve, Eva worked her panties down her pale legs. 

Eva stood naked before the man she loved. It took a lot for her to resist the urge to cover herself up. Sam had been the last man to see her naked and he'd raped her.

"Eva? Are you okay? If you don't want to do this, we can stop."

"I want to do this. I want you." Eva walked over to Tyler. They began kissing again, their hands exploring their bodies.

Tyler got onto Eva's bed. He laid back on his back. There was no mistaking that he wanted Eva. His erect cock was prominent. He held his hand out to Eva.

With his help, Eva climbed onto her bed and Tyler. She straddled his stomach. She leaned down and kissed him passionately.

When Eva was ready she raised herself up. She positioned herself over Tyler's cock. She had one hand on his chest and the other one around his shaft. While holding her breath, Eva guided the tip into her. Little by little, she lowered herself onto him, her healed flesh enveloping him.

Eva had his entire length inside her. They both sighed. It felt so good to be joined together again. She loved the way he filled her. It was as if they were made for each other.

Placing both hands on Tyler's chest, Eva slowly lifted her hips and lowered herself back down. Tyler had to resist the urge to thrust. He knew that Eva needed to be in control. Gradually, Eva increased her pace.

"Help me go faster. I need to be faster," said Eva, frustrated.

Tyler grabbed her waist. He helped her move on him. The increased speed helped but Eva wanted, needed more.




Eva's Education



"Tyler, please thrust. I know you're trying to be careful and I love you for that. But I'm okay, I won't break. I need to feel you."

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt y..."

"Thrust!" she demanded.

Tyler thrust his hips up to meet hers. Eva gasped, she loved feeling his force. Eva rode him as he thrust. 

Keeping one hand on her waist, Tyler reached up and cupped her breast. Eva smiled. She practically purred as he caressed her breast. This was what she wanted and needed. 

Eva leaned down and kissed him. Changing her position, she felt more connected; there was more friction. She loved how their hot bodies felt against each other. She loved how her hard nipples grazed against Tyler's chest. That sent the thrilling sensation she loved to feel through her body.

Eva's body felt alive. She loved the fire their bodies created when they were together. As they moved together, her clit rubbed against him. Almost better than the carnal pleasure that Tyler made her feel, Eva felt safe.

Eva cried out as the overwhelming pleasure took over her body. She'd missed being with Tyler so much. She couldn't help crying, she was so over powered by her emotions.

Sweating, Eva collapsed down onto Tyler's chest. He held her as she cried. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

"No, I'm just so happy to be with you again. I love you. Give me some time to recover. I want to do that again."

Tyler chuckled, "Okay, we can do it again some other night."

"No," smiled Eva, "I want you to make love to me all night long."

"All night? Are you sure you're ready?"

Eva giggled, "Never thought I'd hear you turn down the chance for sex. Yes, I am better. You make me better. The more I'm with you the faster I'll heal." Eva got out of bed. She turned back to Tyler, "You know, we've never had sex in the shower." Eva laughed at Tyler's expression as he got out of bed.



Eva's Education



I unpacked my things. She had neatly folded four miniskirts, several blouses and other tops, two nice sundresses, a lovely, short black velvet cocktail dress and one lightweight jacket. The only things remotely resembling underwear were two satin garter belts, three or four pairs of stockings to wear with them, and two short silk slips. There was an assortment of make-up and costume jewellery, and a white envelope, which I slit open.

A single sheet of paper fell out. I read the letter, which was in Romanian.

Dear Eva,

You will now have arrived in your new home, and have unpacked the few items of clothing we have allotted to you.

Your first appointment will be in a day or two's time, and we always make sure that first assignments are for lunch. You will therefore wear the cocktail dress provided. The client will be aware that it is your first experience of the kind, and will make due allowances, but you should remember that you are ON TRIAL for this and the following FOUR assignments, and may be summarily dismissed at any time, if our clients are dissatisfied with you. You will, however, be well remunerated, and an allowance will be given to you for the purchase of clothing for your subsequent assignment.

I trust you will enjoy your role in our organisation

S. Ivanescu.

I sat on the bed and suddenly felt very lonely. I didn't realise it, but I was crying when a knock came on the door, and Petra was stood there, waving her letter at me.

'What do you think to all this, then?' she asked.

I wiped my messy mascara-streaked cheeks, and managed a wan smile. 'Dunno – better than mucking out pigs, I suppose!' We sat and laughed together, then went out to have a first look at our new, strange, city.

A couple of days later, just as I was settling down for yet another session with irregular verbs, a noise alerted me, and when I went to investigate, I found an envelope that had been slid under my door. I was to prepare to meet a client, in the lounge at the Hotel Cuzco, at two. My waiting period was at an end. I called around and discovered that Olga too had a date for that lunchtime, but that Petra had so far heard nothing.

Nervous again, I decided on a black satin garter belt, black seamed stockings and patent heel under the short, tight, black velvet cocktail dress, which moulded my figure perfectly. Black silk gloves and a pair of long silver pendant ear-rings completed my outfit, but, at the last minute, I opted to tie my hair up in a pony-tail, with a black velvet bow. I thought it would go well. I had been told that my client 'would find me easily enough, if I sat at the bar with a dry martini.'

I arrived by taxi ten minutes early, and sat at the bar, feeling like a character from some old movie, showing lots of stocking leg as I perched on the stool, one heel hooked over the bar-rail, swirling an olive around in my glass. Eyes watched me hungrily, until there was a commotion at the door-end of the bar, and attention switched to a head of black wavy hair making its way towards me. I couldn't suppress a little gasp when Antonio -- made himself known as my client. A television presenter, and household name, I already knew his face, despite my few days of watching the 14 inch television in my apartment, trying to get to grips with language and culture, and had an inkling that he was happily married, with kids.

'You are Eva,' he said, in the lovely, soft voice I had heard on the telly, 'come on, we have lunch waiting!'

Without delay, he led the way to the lobby used by the staff, and grinned cheekily as he summoned the lift – there was no-one around to see us. We arrived at one of the upper floors - I couldn't remember which – and he let us into a magnificent suite, where a superb lunch-trolley was waiting for us, complete with champagne. His eyes mesmerised me to the extent that I had no idea afterwards just what I had eaten, I only remember those eyes, and his soft voice, and his hands on my knees – my sensitive knees – kneading, as if it were necessary for him to court me. It was wonderful, and when he took my napkin from me and leant over to kiss me, I melted, my lips moulded to his, my tongue slowly, ever so slowly, broaching his lips, working its way between his even white teeth. My silver stud clicked against the back of those perfect teeth, nd grazed his tongue, while my hand sought the front of his chinos, and I wasn't disappointed to find the hardness there that showed his appreciation. I pulled down his zipper, but was thwarted by boxer-shorts, and, trying to reach over the waistband, thought it best to release that of his trousers first. He wore no belt, so I soon tugged them open, and he raised his backside to help me pull down trousers and shorts, so that a nice, thick, stiff, slightly curved rod stood to attention. I pulled back for a moment to admire it, then cradling the base of it in both hands, I gently let my tongue-stud run across its very tip, taking off the tiny drop of pre-cum which had formed there. He moaned gently, and pulled down the long zipper at my back, then, my breasts now free, brought his hands around and cupped them as I attended to his cock, tweaking my nipples hard until I cried out as I sucked and licked the length of his rod. He was now filled with a need for me, and his cock had a life of its own, pulsing as I sucked, until I feared he might cum, and had to grasp him hard around the base of his shaft to give him time.

I pulled off him, and pushed him back on the couch, then stood in front of him, my dress now around my hips. Slowly, my eyes never leaving his, I pushed it down, until it fell to the floor, leaving me standing there in nothing more than my garter belt, stockings and heels. I knelt on the carpeted floor right in front of him, and lay back, my knees apart, whilst his eyes were intently watching me. As I slowly moved both hands down between my legs, I watched his eyes move with them, and I made sure to keep my movements slow as I parted my outer labia with the finger of both hands, then opened up my hot wet vagina for him to gorge his eyes on, finally plunging two fingers deep into my cunt, while my eyes never left his.

I said, as sexily as I could, 'Would you like to fuck me, Antonio?' He was on the floor, between my legs, in a split second, and after half a dozen good thrusts, came with shattering force, leaving me a bit 'high and dry,' but full of his hot cum.

I thought I should have my turn later, but he lost interest quickly, declared that he had an important appointment, and that was that. He asked that we leave separately, thanked me profusely, and said he hoped we should meet again. He had been nice to me, but……well, I guess there's often a 'but.'

Another envelope slid under my door, the very next day. 

Dear Eva,

Your first client was satisfied with your service. We enclose a cheque for you to cash, and a credit card – please sign the back – with which to purchase clothes. 

Tomorrow evening, the 16th, you are to be in the lobby of the Hotel Westin Palace at 8.30, where your next client will meet you. You should wear an evening gown. I trust your evening will be fulfilling, and that you will continue to maintain a high standard of service,

S.I.

I had to look twice at the Al portador (to the bearer) cheque, as the sum was beyond my wildest expectations, and immediately consulted with Olga, down the corridor – she too had seemingly done well, and had been rewarded similarly. After checking and finding that Petra had a date for that very evening, and was even then preparing nervously for it, Olga and I skipped off to take a preliminary look at the shops. 

It was lat the next afternoon before I had settled on a dress for the evening, after visiting all the fine shops I had never dreamed of using in my life. What I bought was a flaming scarlet creation in soft red silk, which was really a long sheath dress in two halves, front and back, gathered at the collar. Down each side there was a broad gap, bridged only by three gold-coloured clasps, one just below my armpit, one at hip level and one below my knees. Even had I wished to wear underwear, it would have shown inelegantly in the gap. As it was, I knew that everyone would see quite clearly that I was entirely naked under the dress, and my breasts would jiggle as I walked, under the caressing silk. I chose a pair of ruinously expensive Manolo Blahnik heels to wear with the dress – even though they would be largely hidden, I would feel good in them.

I took a taxi to my rendezvous, and, with nothing more than a filmy stole around my shoulders, attracted many a glance as I sat in the lobby in my eye-catching dress, awaiting my client. I felt very good.

I felt better still on the arm of my client, when he showed up. I was staggered when it turned out to be a famous footballer, whose face I had seen smiling at me on my Romanian television screens, and who was an international superstar.

'Call me Ed,' he told me – it certainly wasn't the name the public knew him by. 

We dined in the hotel's superlative restaurant, his hand on my thigh, through the gap in my gown, whenever there was a pause between courses, then we danced at a smart discotheque for a while, where the name of the game was 'to be seen' – the place was full of the rich and famous – before returning to the hotel in the early hours of the morning.

We went up to a superb suite – better even, if that were possible, than the one my previous client had had – and Ed poured me a drink. I guess I should have been tired at that hour, but my adrenalin was rushing, as a result of all that had happened so far, and my nipples were so hard they actually hurt, when Ed took me in his strong arms and kissed me. 

'You like dancing, Eva, don't you?' he asked, rhetorically, 'so why don't you do a nice dance – just for me?'

He didn't wait for a response, just put on a CD of some slinky sax number, and slumped down on a sofa to watch me. I picked up the rhythm, and started to move slowly to the music, running my hands up an down my body, eventually stopping to flip open the bottom clasps, so that I could smooth the flimsy silk of the skirt slowly up my legs as I gyrated, stopping tantalisingly as I reached the top of my thighs, and letting my gown fall back into place.

I reached around behind my head, pulled my long mane of hair of the way, and unclipped my collar, holding it in place for a moment, then allowing it to fall so that only the clasps at my armpits held the bodice of my dress in place. I unclipped them next, and held an arm protectively over my breasts as I danced close to Ed, letting my free arm trail suggestively across his lap. He groaned, and I knew he was getting ready for me in a big way. A little further away, I let my dress fall down to the waist, and, still trying to keep time with the music, I cupped my smallish, still-quite-firm breasts, and teased the nipples between thumb and forefinger, making an 'Mmmm' noise as I did so.

Looking now t Ed, I could see that he was right on the edge of his seat, and I didn't want to tease him any longer, so I simply pushed my gown down over my hips, and allowed it to fall to the floor in a soft pool of scarlet silk, out of which I stepped, and walked slowly, in my heels, to the waiting Ed, who had, in preparation, extracted a highly impressive cock from his trousers, and was stroking its long, hard shaft lovingly, as he watched me. In a gesture that I now knew to be irresistible, I parted my labia with the first two fingers of one hand, and simultaneously let my tongue slip out from between slightly parted lips, in a mute invitation.

For once, no foreplay seemed to be indicated, and I simply straddled him and impaled myself on his lovely weapon, sinking it slowly, so slowly, deep, deep, within my wet, impatient vagina. I sighed with intense pleasure as he filled me to the hilt, and then I rode him, rode him and controlled him, feeling his mouth on my tits, his big hands grasping my buttocks, but above all, his great prick, filling me as I thrust at him, my fingers now busy on my clit as I made sure I should come to my orgasm as he came to his. I was confident, somehow, that I could bring him off just when I wanted to, and so it was – he followed my lead as well as if I had given him verbal instructions, and when he stiffened as he shot his load of hot spunk hard and deep into me, I too came, and felt the overwhelming joy of a mighty orgasm.

We slept together, naked, and fucked again when we awoke, much more gently this time, preceded by much kissing and fondling. When we parted, he promised to see me again, but I knew it was a hollow promise, unlikely to be fulfilled.

The next day, I stayed in bed until midday, so not a lot happened, but as I was preparing my lazy evening meal in the microwave, my doorbell sounded. It was Petra, who had just returned from a shopping expedition, having been paid for her first assignment. She was eager to show me what she had bought.

I gasped in amazement when she took hr purchases out of two black carrier bags.

'Just when are you planning to wear those?' I asked her, as she held up first a purple whale-boned corset, which looked two sizes two small for her, and then a shiny pencil-slim skirt, which looked as if it were metallic. 

'Latex!' she supplied, and then showed me the horrendously high needle-heels she had bought, complete with platform soles, to wear with them. 'And I shall wear them for my next client, tomorrow lunchtime,' she added, 'he apparently likes subservient women, an I was told to dress accordingly.'

I made her promise to model the way-out gear for me when she got around to trying it on, and sat down to watch the telly.

But half an hour later she was back, all dressed up, and I had to admit she looked fantastic. Her already narrow waist was restricted to almost nothing by the corset – 'And if you laced it for me, darling, it would be even better,' she said - and her breasts were thrust upwards above the black frilly lace top of the garment. She wore over it a black transparent blouse, and the latex skirt, so tight around her knees she could scarcely walk, and she had on seamed black stockings, and those amazing shoes, with their ankle straps, platform soles and teetering heels. 

'Wait a minute,' I told her, and rummaged around in a drawer until I found what I was looking for, then buckled around her neck a silver collar I had recently taken a fancy to.

'Wow,' I said, 'you look something else!' And I meant it. After she had gone, I couldn't get her 'look' out of my head, and resolved to try 'restraint gear' for myself some time soon.

My envelope arrived the next day, with a fat cheque, and instructions about my next client, another evening job, two nights hence. I contemplated wearing the same gown, which had been such a success, but then reflected that Madrid's social scene was such that it would be regarded as a terrible solecism to be seen in the same outfit twice running, so I sallied forth and sought another dress. This time I chose a long black lace dress, high-necked and long-sleeved, but quite transparent, so that I was compelled to break with my own rules and purchase some underwear to go with it. I chose a black platform bra, which left my nipples free, nestling atop a frill of lace, and a tiny pair of black lace panties, tied at the sides by means of conspicuous white ribbons, which would be seen under my dress. When I tried on the entire outfit, with a pair of metal-heeled stilettos, I liked the effect, and spent the rest of the time looking for costume jewellery to wear with it.

The evening came around. Unlike my previous two assignments, the encounter was scheduled to take place not in a hotel, but at an exclusive restaurant. I had bought a fur coat to wear over my dress, and caught several pairs of eyes watching me when the waiter relieved me of it as I was shown to the table, where my client awaited me. Jorge was a well-known actor, with many television appearances to his credit, and he was a wonderful dinner host, handsome, fifty-something, a hint of grey in his wavy black hair, humour in his deep-set brown eyes. But apart from taking my hand and pressing it lightly, he made no move that could be interpreted as remotely sexual, and the waiters seemed to take greater interest in my just-visible nipples than did my companion. I tried my best, spurred on by the considerable amount of wine I had drunk, to arouse something in him, by touching his knees under the table, but all that seemed to raise was an enigmatic smile. The restaurant had a small dance floor, and we took to it for a few numbers after we had dined. He danced beautifully, and complimented me on my samba, but, when we came together for a slow number, I sensed no real passion in him. So I was mildly surprised when, after a while, he said, 'Come on, Eva, it's time you came to my lair!'

When we arrived at his city apartment, not two blocks from the restaurant, I was again surprised that, instead of letting himself in with his key, he pressed a button and was immediately 'buzzed in.' I thought he must have a servant in the place. To say I was shocked would have been to put it mildly when we walked in the open door to his third floor flat, and standing there was a dark-haired woman in her late thirties, I guessed, wearing a long peach silk nightgown.

'Meet my wife, Trini,' said Jorge, 'Trini, this is Eva. Let's all go and have a drink, and get to know each other, shall we?' 

The scenario was….surprising! I was manoeuvred between the two of them onto a comfortable but none-too-large sofa, a drink-laden coffee-table before us, Trini's silk-clad form pressed close against me. I took a sly glance at her, and she caught my eye embarrassingly. She had the most magnificent head of hair I thought I had ever seen, a mass of Raven-black curls falling down way past her shoulders, and hr full lips were immaculately made-up, as were her eyes and her flawless skin. She was tall, and had a figure a little fuller than my own, but must have spent time in both the gym and the beauty salon – an impressive lady.

'Help yourself to a drink, Eva,' said Jorge, 'I'll just go and get a few nibbles for us.' 

He levered himself up and left, whereupon I started to shuffle along the sofa a little, to make more room, but Trini put an arresting hand on my thigh, and said, quietly, 'No, dear, stay close to me, or is that a problem for you?'

'Of course not,' I replied, and it was the truth – her heady perfume, and voluptuous feminine closeness, was working on me. I almost didn't want Jorge to come back. I looked at her, and she put a long, manicured finger under my chin, tilted my head back, and kissed me, ever so gently, full on the lips. The hand which had lifted my chin traced my throat, ran lightly down to where an involuntarily hardened nipple had escaped through the lace of my dress. I glanced downwards, and saw her long nail drawing a little circle around the tip of my breast.

'Oh,' I moaned, quietly, 'but be careful, your husband will be back in a minute!'

'He won't be back until he's sure we are…….getting on well,' she said, 'he like to watch.'

'But…but, I'm not like that!' I protested, 'I've never….'

She put a finger to my lips, whilst a smile played about her own. 'Don't you like me?' she asked, and simultaneously lifted my hand to her breast, which was heaving gently under the luxurious soft silk of her gown. Her tits were round and mature, but still quite firm, and their nipples were puffy and swollen with desire. I found myself delving inside the neckline of her nightdress to feel her naked flesh in my hand, and she helped by easing the spaghetti straps from her shoulders. I was now able to drown myself in those lovely breasts, and took the nipples, one after the other, into my mouth, biting and teasing them to complete erection, grazing them with my stud, until she groaned with delight.




Eva's Education



'Stand up!' she suddenly said to me, and I did as she asked, wondering for a moment if I had done something wrong.

'I just want to have a good look at you,' she smiled, reaching for my hand, 'God, you're lovely!'

I felt embarrassed being admired so, but she pulled me closer to her, still standing in front of her, and started to pick at my dress near to my hip. Then I realised – she wanted to unfasten the bow in my panties. I smiled back at her, and tried to help. Eventually we achieved it - flipped open the ribbons of my little panties without removing my dress – and they fell to the floor, so that my naked, shaven mound was now covered only by the transparent black lace. I moved just out of her reach, and slowly lifted the hem of my dress, until she could see right to the tops of my thighs, then to my slit. Still not quite within reach, teasing her, and myself, I ran two fingers through my crack, parting my legs slightly as I did so, so that my labia opened enough for her to glimpse my hidden treasure. I was now starting to get moist, just by the action of exposing myself to this mature, sophisticated woman, and wondered for a moment just what was happening to me – where my sexuality was headed.

Trini would be denied no longer, and reaching out, grabbed me, and pulled me bodily down onto the sofa.

'You're a terrible tease, aren't you, Eva?' she said.

'I'm sorry,' I said, 'but I'm a bit scared…..'

Again she shut me up, and in a whisper of silk, slid her gown swiftly up her long, slender legs to reveal her own naked, neatly-trimmed pussy, with just a tiny triangle of short hair left on her mound. She threw one legs high up the back of the sofa, the other on the floor, so that her fragrant pink cunt gaped wide.

'Now kiss me!' she told me, and I was in no doubt as to her meaning.

I had never before even seen another woman's pussy close up, and it was a totally new experience to plunge my tongue deep into the soaking wet depths of Trini's vagina. I knew she would want me to stimulate her clit, and found that organ there lurking beneath its protecting hood, flicking it with my tongue until I drew great moans from deep in her throat. 

Then I returned to her fuckhole, and thrust my tongue hard down into its pulsing, living interior, but as I did so, I felt a tap on my back, which made me jump.

I looked around, and Trini said, 'Oh no, don't stop, please, please!'

It was Jorge – he had returned and handed me a long glass dildo, which I immediately started to introduce into Trini's now-sopping cunt.

'Mmmm!' she murmured, 'but I want it in the other place, darling!'

Jorge was now sat on the arm of the sofa behind me, as I very gently wiggled the very tip of the dildo into Trini's puckered anus.

'Harder!' she ordered, 'give it to me!' 

I shoved, then, forcing the implement deep into her velvet tunnel, until she screamed and I feared I had hurt her terribly, and was scarcely aware of Jorge's hand up under my gown, fondling my inner labia. But he shouted out and I felt a warm splash on my leg, and looking around, saw that he had his cock in his other hand, and had just spurted copiously, as his wife had climaxed.

They both rather lost interest as I went to the bathroom and cleaned up, and seemed quite offhand when I asked them if I could summon a taxi. I went home sorely in need of a good fuck, and masturbated myself to sleep.

I awoke next morning, and, as I made my coffee, found myself wondering if sex with another woman was always like that. I decided that it couldn't be – Trini, after all, had cum at least once, and it was only her selfishness which had spoilt my evening. I hadn't been at all revolted by having sex with another woman, however, and thought I might like to try it again. I found myself wondering about my two colleagues, especially Petra, whom I found extremely attractive. The thought was setting something tingling deep down in my belly, and it was an image of her with her waist pinched in by that corset, strutting in those needle heels, that was before me. 'Give up!' I said to myself, and took a long slug of hot coffee.

I loafed around all morning, but my envelope arrived at lunchtime, rather sooner than I expected, a sure sign that I had another assignment coming up. Sure enough, after heaping praise on me for my performance the night before, which had apparently drawn accolades from the client, I was given a lunch appointment for the following day, and told that my client was ' a refined gentleman.' (Aren't they all? - I thought) I went shopping that afternoon, and, on a whim, bought a corset, like Petra's but virginal white, and some stockings to match. I also purchased a pleated white lightweight skirt, mid-thigh length, and a dark blue silk blouse. Then I spent time in my favourite shoe shop, and came out with two pairs, both with very high heels, which I was unable to resist.

Next morning, I dressed carefully for my assignment, admiring my rear view when I looked over my shoulder into the mirror and saw my bare buttocks framed by the arching corset, its long garter straps holding up the lace-topped white stockings I had bought. Above the corset, my breasts perched, pushed up prettily, and the restraint the corset applied to my waist, which almost took my breath away at first, was becoming bearable, and even sensual. The freedom of the pleated skirt and the softness of the silk blouse provided a nice contrast, and I clipped in a pair of outrageously long silver ear-rings as my sole items of jewellery, before brushing my hair to a golden sheen.

My client, this time at the Westin Hotel, was a retired politician of some note, and I wondered, as we ate lunch, if José wasn't just a bit old for what all my clients seemed to have in mind. He liked to talk, and we discussed all manner of things – my Spanish now getting much more fluent – as we ate an excellent lunch, and then retired to the hotel lounge for coffee and liqueurs. Up to this point he hadn't laid a finger on me, and I had started to wonder if he had anything further in mind when he suddenly said, 'I hope you enjoy what I have in mind for you, my dear.'

I looked at him questioningly. He was – or had been – a handsome man, with a strong chin, and a head of wiry hair, now greying. His body looked still to be fit and athletic despite his sixtyish years. He wore an ironic smile. 'Your boss was uncertain about sending you, as he said you hadn't the, experience, but I chose you from your photo. We shall have to see if experience matters, shall we not?'

Without further ado, he led the way to the lift and we ere whisked up to his sixth floor suite. I stood and admired the luxurious surroundings as José took off his jacket and hung it on a coat hanger behind the door. Then he surprised me by saying quietly but firmly, 'Now bend over the table, dear, please!'

I was standing next to a big, ornate, glass-topped dining table, and I hesitatingly approached it, put my clutch-bag down on it, and started to bend over, whereupon I felt the flat of José's hand push gently but insistently against my back, impelling me to bend down as he had instructed. My cheek against the glass, I peered around as he came up behind me and lifted my skirt up around my waist. After stroking my buttocks for a moment or two, and muttering a little, he pushed my feet apart with his own, and I offered no resistance as my legs were forced wider, thus offering my naked pussy up to him. He ran his hand through my crack, which was quite damp by then, and then pushed two fingers deep into my cunt, drawing a little moan from me.

'Like that, then, do you?' he asked, 'and this?' He had stepped around beside me and had his trousers unfastened. In his hand was the granddad of all erections, stiff as a poker, and I wondered if he wanted me to give him a blow-job. But before I had the chance, he was behind me again, and had thrust his cock unerringly, deep into my vagina. I had seldom been so deeply penetrated, or so suddenly. But just as soon as he was into me, he had withdrawn, and a new, unfamiliar sensation was upon me, as moisture – which must have been his spittle – was being worked into the sacred, virgin, inviolate sanctum of my anus. A probing finger followed, and I started to protest, knowing, however that it was useless, that he was going to take my anal virginity – that this was what he had in mind! I tried to relax as another finger followed the first, up, past my sphincter, it hurt terribly, and I felt sure he was going to tear me, do me permanent damage, but then he helped me by easing my arse-cheeks apart, and, before I could do any more than groan, his weapon was deep within my nether sheath. I felt a new sensation then, one of pain and pleasure so intense I thought I should black out, and I called him names in my native language he couldn't possibly understand, then screamed at him to cum inside me, which he obliged me by doing. His hot sperm felt as if it filled my bowels to bursting, and I was stiff as a board from being crushed against the unyielding table.

'My first time,' I said.

'I know,' he replied, 'it won't be your last, though!'

'For a few days it will,' I said ruefully, 'until I recover.' But he was right – my lunchtime had opened a whole new prospect for me, and doubled my repertoire. I imagined he would give me a good report.

That evening, I lazed around, half-watching the television, half day-dreaming. I had been in Madrid only a couple of weeks, but I had learnt more in that time than in my whole life up to that time. I felt like a new woman, with a whole new horizon stretching before me. So I was a slut – so what? It was fun, at least. I slept in late next morning, but woke to the slight sound, as a card was slipped under my door.

It bore the suggestive logo of a near-naked woman brandishing a banner with the word 'Sexcorts' and, when I turned it over, it bore a simple invitation to take a coffee at the cafeteria across the street at eleven.

When I arrived, on time, Olga was already there, dressed, like myself, in a cotton sundress, and sat at a table talking to a young woman with black curly hair, dark penetrating eyes, and a lot of gold jewellery, wearing an expensive leather trouser suit.

She rose when I approached and introduced herself.

'Hi,' she said, 'I'm Marta, Mr Ivanescu's representative here. I'm the one who pushes the envelope under your door. Ah, here comes your partner in crime.' At that, Petra appeared, and was similarly presented, and we all sat down to a frothy coffee. 

Marta told us that she wanted to talk to us all together, as we were all due for our 'final trial' and, as a coincidence, we were all required at the same party, tomorrow night, an end-of-fiesta knees-up for everyone involved in the season of corridas for the annual festival of San Isidro. Each of us was assigned to a torero. 'And they are horny bastards,' warned Marta.

'That's good,' said Olga, licking the froth from around her lips.

'What do we wear?' I wanted to know.

'As little as decently possible,' said Marta, 'it's a disco, and hot, in more than one sense of the word!'

She went on to tell us that, so long as we got good reports – and she saw no reason why we shouldn't – we should all be hearing from the company assessor very soon about our contracts. Giving us details as to where we were to meet for the party, and slipping each of us a cheque, she left, and we watched her getting into an illegally-parked BMW outside, and driving off.

'What do you think, then?' said Petra, to no-one in particular.

'I think we'd better go shopping again,' said Olga, and we all set off for the 'boutique zone.'

In the event, I bought a very short, skin-tight, halter-necked, backless dress in a metallic silver material – just about as close to nakedness as the law would allow – and a pair of silver high-heeled sandals to match. 

The three of us ate together before the party, as we weren't due to meet our clients until eleven-thirty, and we could easily have passed for three whores as we climbed into a taxi in our skimpy dresses. My matador was called Julio, and was everybody's idea of what a bullfighter should look like, with black wavy hair, flashing white teeth and a cheeky grin – he didn't look a day over twenty, until you looked at his eyes up close and saw the worry-lines at their corners. Marta had said that they were 'horny bastards' and Julio bore this out. Even dancing fast Latin stuff, he pulled me in close, and I felt a huge erection grinding into me.

'Would you like to go somewhere?' I whispered in his ear, then bit his lobe.

Without replying, he took my hand, and led me out into the chill of the car-park, past a doorman, who watched us with that knowing look that doormen seem to wear everywhere. Parked close to the door was a big, special-looking minibus, with blacked-out windows, and Julio's professional name stencilled on the side. He slid open a side door, and motioned me to step in to a perfumed, freshly-cleaned interior. At the rear was a separate compartment, with a double bed. I almost commented on the luxury, but my client was a serious young man, and I sensed it better to let him take the lead, so I stood while he sat down on the bed, and unfastened his trousers, releasing a splendid shaft, and holding it in his hand, looking up at me, almost a if he wanted applause. I dropped to my knees beside the bed, and lubricated his cock with my tongue, letting him feel the benefit of my stud around his circumcised crown, until he groaned with pleasure. Then I took him deep into my throat, letting him pump his whole length into my lips, while I cradled his swollen balls, and massaged them gently with my hands. He was getting a bit too urgent, and I had to grasp the bottom of his shaft hard to stop him from cumming, and then, smiling at him, I climbed onto the bed, hitched my skirt up the tiny distance required, I spread my labia apart with to fingers, and slowly, slowly, lowered myself, impaled myself on his tool, loving the feel as its living length penetrated my hot, wet cunt, filling me with his vibrant flesh. I gripped him with my vaginal muscles, and heard him gap as he felt my power over him, then I released him, and said, 'Fuck me, fuck me hard! Fill me with your cock!'

He obliged, driving deep into me, harder and harder, bringing me ever closer to a mighty climax of my own, until he suddenly shouted, 'Oh, Eva, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, Yeeees!' With that he jerked convulsively, and, just as he stiffened and started to spend his seed deep within me, I shuddered and writhed on top of him as my own spasmic orgasm hit me.

Later, he said, 'You bit me, you know!' as he wiped blood from his shoulder.

'Oh, Julio, I am sorry,' I said.

'Don't be,' he replied, 'I think that was the best fuck I've ever had. Can we do it again?'

An hour later, and we had, though this time much more gently, and with both of us naked, exploring each others' bodies, just like young lovers. I was grateful that he made no move to take me in my sore anus, though had he done so, I knew I should have let him. I half expected him to want me to spend the night with him, but when he eventually sent me home in a taxi, I realised that he probably had a wife to go home to. When we parted, though, he promised to see me again, but I was disappointed when he left me with neither telephone number nor date. He was the first client I had taken a liking to.

I slept in until midday, and judging from the silence which reigned in my block when I got up, the other girls slept even later. Not much happened for the rest of the day, and it wasn't until the day after that Marta again summoned us to meet her at the coffee bar. She was there first, and was toying with a café bonbon when Olga and I crossed the street, Petra just behind us. She smiled a greeting.

'Well done, girls!' she said, 'Señor Aparicio, the assessor, will be here in a few minutes, to take all your details, and start the ball rolling for your contracts. Tomorrow night, we're having a party, at my place, OK?'

I was delighted. At last I was going to be legal. An hour or so later, we went back over to our apartments, cheques and copies of various papers I only vaguely understood in our hands, with invitations to Marta's party – which sounded like fun.

Marta had told us that she would come and collect us for her party, and that we could sleep over afterwards, as she had plenty of room. When I had asked her what to wear, she said, 'something sexy!' - so I took her at her word, and, not really being able to justify buying anything specially, put on the diaphanous long black-lace dress I had worn for the assignment with Jorge and his insatiable wife, Trini. This time, though, as I thought I should not be seen in public, I went naked under it, apart from a heavy gold-plated chain around my waist. I slipped in a pair of long gold-plated ear-rings, and wore a lot of gold bangles on each wrist. I tied my long blonde hair up in a pony-tail with a black velvet bow. When I looked in the mirror, my nipples were plainly visible through the lace, but my lack of any pubic hair meant that the absence of panties wasn't instantly obvious, until I sat or knelt down, when a hint of my pink slit might become visible through the lace of the dress.

When Marta tooted her horn down on the street, we all made our way downstairs, Olga in a transparent peach-coloured harem suit, and, so far as I could see, nothing else, and Petra in her black corset and stockings, with a contrasting white, almost transparent, flared mini-dress over it. Marta, by comparison, was dressed in a grey tracksuit, at the wheel of her BMW, but looked at us approvingly as we got in. 

Twenty minutes later, we pulled up outside a big villa in a posh suburb, and Marta showed us into a nice lounge with subdued lighting and a bar in one corner.

'You're the first ones to arrive,' she said, 'help yourselves to drinks while I go and change.' We did just that, standing and admiring the plush decorations, chatting amiably.

After perhaps twenty minutes, a transformed Marta reappeared, framed against the brighter light issuing from a double door. She was wearing a filmy white gown of sheer material which seemed to float around her body, and the light shining behind her silhouetted her slender body in all its detail, naked under the dress. With her was a tall, powerful-looking, bearded man in his forties: I hadn't thought of Marta as being attached, but she introduced him to us as Bruno.

'I see none of the others are here yet,' observed Marta, and when I looked a question at her, she told us that we were to be joined by the girls from two other 'units' working in different areas – five of them in all – and several of our best, most long-standing clients.

'It's full early yet, though,' she said, 'I brought you early on purpose, so that I could show you around. All the others have been before, and know my house.'

At that moment, a slim Chinese girl in a black mini-dress walked in, and Marta said, 'Oh good, Suzy, show our friends around the house, will you, darling?'

We fell in behind the maid, and were shown around the spacious house, which sported an indoor pool, gymnasium, and a bewildering number of rooms. When we returned to the lounge, three more girls had arrived. They seemed a bit older than we were, and more sophisticated, chatting largely to each other, and ignoring us rookies. No sooner had Marta started to introduce us to them, than she was interrupted when the other two turned up, these younger, but dark-skinned – I guessed of Central American or Caribbean origin. All the girls were dressed in very provocative clothes, either transparent or with deep plunging necklines and slits. One black girl had on a white mesh cat-suit with not a stitch underneath, whilst a statuesque blonde wore a black, completely transparent blouse, buttoned up the back, so that it could clearly be seen that she had little silver clamps attached to her nipples, joined by a silver chain. Below this she wore the tightest latex skirt she could have wriggled into. I must have been guilty of staring at her, because she came up to me, and hooked a couple of fingers over my waist-chain, through the lace of my dress.