0 comments/ 19713 views/ 3 favorites Life of a call Girl By: Bakeboss Prolog: My name is Sophie, and yes, that is my real name. For a little over a year, I was a call girl for a madam in Los Angeles. I have kept a diary since I was a young girl and this journal is just an extension of that habit. This is not a tell all or expose if you will but simply my daily thoughts as I lived the life. Any real names I have listed here are people who don't care if the world knows they use the services of a professional pleasure giver, as I like to call those in my trade, the rest have been changed. This work is not my complete journal but just some selected days of interest. For as you may guess there are many more days of tedium than there are days of consequence. I was born in a small town called Spring Ranch located in a farming region of Nebraska. I've always been told that I was pretty and with my long blond hair and deep blue eyes, I had no problem attracting the boys. My shape was slim, athletic so unlike most of the town's girls who had figures built more for breeding as they say back home. I lost my virginity to Roger Seaton in the middle of his daddy's cornfield. He had a spot picked out and he made it his civic duty to deflower as many Spring Ranch girls as he could. It didn't take me long to find out what pleasures a boy can give and I quickly got a rep as a woman of loose morals. I couldn't help it, as I seemed to have been born with a strong sex drive. If you have an itch, you find some way to scratch it and as I couldn't find one boy to keep me contented, I went with many. As soon as I turned eighteen, I left that little burg and took a bus to Hollywood, as I just knew I could keep that itch satisfied there. If I may add a warning here to all the young girls coming by bus to LA, or New York, or any big city, if you have no desire to get into the sex business make sure you don't do any of the following things. Don't get off the bus looking as pretty as you can, believe me you're not going to meet that dream man at a bus station. The only thing your looks will attract are the low lifes who prey on naive young girls. Don't talk with anyone you don't know, I understand as a small town girl you are taught to be polite but in the big city it is an invitation to disaster. Lastly, if you do talk to someone, don't believe everything they say. Everyone is there to scam you and those like you and as I said, you won't find your dream man or job at a bus station. If you are coming to the big city, just to get into the flesh business then by all means disregard my warnings. Of all the people, I've met in the business I bet that at least ninety percent were recruited as they got off the bus. I would like to say, please don't judge me but I know many will so let me just add, I got into this life on my own free will. I actually loved the lifestyle and yet I can't recommend it with a clear conscience. I survived and was lucky enough to be able to go on and begin a regular life but many aren't as fortunate as I was. One final note about parents, most of us in the business try to hide what we do from our parents and with good reason, I must say. As for me, I chose the honest route maybe just to get even with a mother and father who could not accept their daughter for what she was. As soon as they saw that, I was a girl who liked sex they did their best to change me. The revenge was sweet even over the phone when I told mother dearest that she was finally right and that I was now really a slut. It is with pride that I dedicate this piece to my mother. Yes mom, your daughter Sophie Pearson is an ex-whore who has fucked more men than live in your stinking town. I just hope all the biddies in your sewing circle back there in Spring Ranch see this and go 'Poor dear' to your face as they snicker behind your back. Part l: I arrive in LA and quickly learn about the big city. I met Earl as I was waiting for my suitcase at the bus station. He was leaning against a light pole and he had a toothpick hanging out of his mouth. Right away, I thought he looked sexy and when I smiled at him, he smiled right back. He walked up to me, said his name was Earl then he took my bag from me, and offered me his arm. We walked out of the bus station looking as if we had known each other for years. It never occurred to me that he never asked me my name; all I could think about was getting laid. He took me to his car and once we were in, he asked me if I wanted to go get some coffee. Feeling brazen, I told him I'd had coffee on the bus and what I wanted now was some loving. He took me to his flat and while he relaxed on his couch drinking a beer, he told me to get undressed. I was in a hurry because I wanted some sex but still I teased him a little, as I took my clothes off. Once I was naked, he stood up and undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He then sat and motioned me to come over. He already had a hard-on and believe me, I was plenty wet so with no foreplay at all, I just sat astride him and he plunged deep inside me. This was what I was craving being fucked by a stranger just experiencing this new cock was turning me on and I was ready to cum when he was. When we were done, he pulled his pants up but I sat beside him still naked. He shared his beer with me as we talked, then he asked me to stand up and turn around for him so he could see me. I did as he asked, then he asked if I'd be interested in dancing in a club that a friend of his owned. When I told him I didn't know how to dance he just laughed and said none of the other dancers knew how to either. He said it was a topless club and all I'd have to do was shake my boobs and let the clients look at my G-string. Just the thought of strangers watching me walking around half-naked turned me on so much I told him I'd love to. He took me to a place called Le Sex Club on Santa Monica. There was no denying that this place was a dive but the way Earl talked about it you'd think it was the Moulin Rouge. The owner was a guy named Jerry with hard eyes and a nose that looked like it had been broken more than once. He was sitting at the bar with a couple of other guys plus a couple more at different tables around the club. There was a girl on the stage dancing halfheartedly She was a bottle blond with dark roots, she had so much makeup on it was starting to run, making her eyes look black. She was a little thick but I did notice how huge her breasts were and in a place like this that's all that mattered. I could see right away that my tits were no match for hers so if I wanted a job I'd better bring some enthusiasm. He asked me how I looked naked and for an answer, I just took my clothes off right there in the bar. I began to dance around while I pulled on my nipples to make them grow. Next, I spread my legs and played with my pussy, I was really getting into this, and soon I'd forgotten I was auditioning for a job. All I was thinking about was getting myself off because I was so horny. All of a sudden, I had Jerry's arms wrapped around me telling me to stop. When I realized again, where I was I looked around and everyone in the club was staring at me including the big-boobed dancer. Jerry drug me into his office as he told me I'd get him busted dancing naked like that. Once we were alone in his office, he told me to do some more dancing for him. As I started, again I watched him pull out his pecker and jack off as I performed. I danced over to him and asked him to allow me to do that. I put my one hand between my legs and the other over his fat cock. When he got super hard, I stopped dancing and started sucking. So yes, I got my first gig by giving the boss a blow-job and as I found out later, it really is the best way to interview for a job in the sex industry. Jerry hired me on the spot and said I could start that night and when I said I as yet, didn't have a place to stay he said I could stay with Beatrice, the dancer on stage, for a while. I made more money that night than I had the whole time I'd been in Spring Ranch. After the bar closed, Bea took me home and showed me that two women could have at least as much fun as a boy and a girl, in fact maybe more. I truly was a small town girl, as I'd never thought of making love with another female. Yet when it came to sex, I was a fast learner and as long as I stayed with Bea, we'd make love almost every night. After my first three months, my boss offered to pay for a breast job if I'd get one. At first I said no but after thinking about all the fun I had playing with Beatrice's triple d-cups I said OK as long as they weren't as big as Bea's. I ended up with a D rack, which looks so out of place on my skinny body, but my audience loved it and my boss enjoyed the extra take I got with them so he was happy too. After I got them, I thought I'd made a big mistake, you might not know it, but big tits get in your way. Still, after I got use to the big rack and learned to live with them I guess I'm glad I have them. This was a strange period in my life, I mean I was turning on lots of guys but I wasn't getting laid. We weren't supposed to date the clientele and I wasn't meeting many men outside of work. I was having regular sex with Bea but it wasn't getting laid and I began to miss it. One night Jerry told me that a customer had paid for a private dance with me. He said he was waiting in the champagne room and he wanted me to make him happy. I had given many private dances before but never had I been instructed to make the man happy before. When I walked in, I was shocked to see Charlie Sheen sitting there looking comfortable. He looked a little high but not bad and as I danced for him, I could tell he was getting turned on and so was I. Here I was still a small town girl at heart and the thought of a well-known celebrity watching me was exciting. At least that's the only excuse I can come up with as I lost control and suddenly I had my hands on his trousers, pulling them down. I was down on my knees giving a movie star the wettest blow-job I could. I looked up to see that sweet smile he's famous for and I swear to god, when he came I did too. He stood and pulled his pants up, then he reached in his pocket and handed me a wad of bills. He thanked me for a good time and then he left. Only then did I look at the money, it was over two thousand dollars. Right then I decided I was in the wrong end of the sexual entertainment business. Part ll: Turning pro's not hard to do After that fateful night, I knew what I wanted with my life but not how to achieve it. As fate would have it, Mr. Charlie Sheen came back to the club and this time with a girl. He asked for me specifically and when I walked into the Champagne Room, he and his date were waiting for me. The date was introduced to me as Roxanne and Charlie said he wanted to watch me and Roxy put on a show for him. The girl was older than I was but she still looked young and pretty, believe me I had no problem in doing her even if it was in front of Charlie. I looked at her long legs and her tight little butt and I felt a trickle of excitement run down my thigh. It didn't take me long to figure that Roxy was a pro just by the way she looked at him then and said it was going to cost him extra. For some reason that made it even more exciting to me. I went to her and kissed her just as she put her arms around me to pull me closer. I was enjoying the taste of alcohol in her mouth and I pushed my tongue deeper inside her. It didn't take me long to get into making it with Roxy and soon I even forgot about Charlie as she and I began to enjoy each other. I pushed her into a chair and flipped her legs across the arms as I got down on my knees in front of her. I lifted her short skirt up to get to her pussy and when I put my finger in her slit; I could feel she was full of cum. I turned around and looked at Charlie; he just smiled that smile, saying nothing. In my short life, I have tasted a lot of cum and just lately, I have eaten a lot of pussy, well at least Bea's pussy. Still this was to be my first time of sampling both together and I couldn't wait. The tartness of her wet pussy along with Charlie's salty tasting cum made for a sexy cocktail. I lapped up their combined juices as a cat to a bowl of cream and soon had Roxy as excited as I was. I felt someone sliding down my g-string, "Charlie fuck her while she eats me, oh god that looks hot." Roxy held my head in place as Charlie began to pump his cock into me. It felt so good finally to have a cock inside me that I came immediately. Next, it was Roxy's turn again and she screamed as she came, flooding my face with more of her juices. Last to cum was Charlie who was so deep inside me that I felt him splash against the walls of my pussy. I turned around, cleaned up Charlie with my tongue, and then tucked him back into his pants. "Hey beautiful, if you ever want to turn pro I bet I can talk this one's boss in to taking you on." Right that second I made the decision that turned my life around. I stood and hugged him and just said, "Do it." "Roxy said, "Sure Cheri', I'll put in a good word for you too." That was my last week as a topless dancer and the beginning of the life I was born to live. I went with Roxy the next day to meet Elaine, her boss. She had a huge penthouse overlooking the strip with windows all around. It was filled with overstuffed chairs covered in white leather and all the tables were chrome and glass. Elaine looked as elegant as her apartment and to me she appeared more like a diplomat's wife than a madam. Her makeup was faultless and her red hair coiffed to perfection. I was nervous at first but she was so nice and I calmed down right away. When I told her I wanted to work for her because I loved to fuck, she said she would take a chance and on Charlie and Roxy's recommendation, she hired me on the spot. She told me that Roxy had said that she and I had done Charlie together so as a way to ease me into the business my first call would be a three-way. It was just a way of avoiding me being alone with my first John. I Told her that was fine and that I had enjoyed being with Roxy. I also told her I had agreed to finish the week for Tony and she said that was fair. She said the first three-way to come up next week would be mine. Later when I went home to Beatrice, I confided in her of my decision. She told me I was making a big mistake and that I would end up unhappy and alone. I hushed her with a kiss and we made passionate love right there on the floor. After, I told her I was doing what I wanted to do and she accepted it and said nothing more about it. The next day I had to go through the same ordeal with Tony. Although Tony's objections were more about the money he would lose, than for my well-being I still believed he did care for me as a person as well as an investment. On my last Saturday at Le Sex Club when I came off the stage of my second set, I saw I had a missed call. It was Elaine and when I called her back, she said she had set me up with a three way with Roxy and she needed me that night. I never finished my last shift and when I went to tell Tony I had to leave, he took my arm and took me on stage. He stopped the girl who was dancing and the music and took the microphone. "Tonight is Sophie's last night here at Le Sex Club and I want to give you bums a chance to say good-bye to one of the class acts we've had here." Everybody cheered and clapped and men were coming up to the stage and throwing money at my feet. I just stood there with the tears running down my face and I realized I would miss this place more than my home by a million. In a final Class act Tony scoped up the cash on the floor and just handed it to me, he didn't even take his cut. I'll never forget that night and the realization that family doesn't have to mean you're related. Part lll: My start in the life I remember I was so nervous for my first gig, what if he didn't like me, could I handle the rejection. I was so naive at the time I didn't even consider about me liking the john no, that came later, after I had met some of the losers who use us hookers for love. If you have a kink and you're too embarrassed by it to try it with your woman so you hire a pro that's fine with me. However if you think you're going to fine love and affection from a call girl you're out of luck. I really was glad when Roxy picked me up, just to see a friendly face eased my mind some. On the way to the John's hotel, she again went over the game plan. "This guy'll probably be old cause most three ways are with dudes in a mid-life crisis. We'll work him fast make him bust a nut and get out of there fast. Let me do most of the talking and remember anything he asks for what do you say?" I said, "That'll cost you extra," we both, laughed at this. The John's suite was palatial and by far the fanciest room I had seen in my young life. He was older but he still was handsome with that touch of gray that looks so good on older men. He was dressed in a robe that reminded me of someone in an old time movie. As he reclined on the biggest bed I'd ever seen, he drank scotch. He instructed us to undress and then to do a scene beside him. We had expected this and it was in our game plan. We slowly undressed each other as we kissed and rubbed each other. By the time we were naked, he was hard and sticking out of his robe. Roxy leaned over and took him in her mouth while I knelt behind her sticking my face in her cunt. She was really working him trying to get him to go off in her mouth but he was too savvy for that and pushed her off before he came. He got us into position where he could do Roxy doggy while she ate me. The John and I were staring into each other's eyes and I know he could tell when I came. I think seeing me made him forget what he was doing and he shot his load before he was ready. He said that after a little rest he wanted to do me and I so wanted to do him. I played with his balls while Roxy took the rubber off him and when I looked at his shriveled little dick, I thought it looked so cute that I kissed it on the tip. I felt it twitch and I picked it up and licked the underneath side with a wet tongue then I blew on the wet area. He was already hard from this attention and when I asked if he wanted Roxy to put a condom on him hands free, he grew to full strength. He had me lay on my back and then he raised my legs over my head with his arms. With most of his weight on my thighs, I felt as if he was splitting me in two. He felt so deep inside me as he pounded me, I felt helpless and at his mercy, believe me it was hot. I couldn't help myself I started screaming, "Fuck me you bastard, harder, oh yeah make me cum." Just like that I came and so did he, later after we left Roxy told me I sounded real when I screamed, I just laughed and told her I wasn't faking. I don't think my first gig could have gone any better and I was already sure I had made the correct career choice. Later on, I was to have some real nightmares as clients and if they had been my first I might have moved back to Spring Ranch and joined a nunnery. Roxy and I left the John with our pockets full of money and my pussy purring with satisfaction. I took the money I made plus what was left from my last night at the club and rented an apartment in an up-scale building just inside Beverly Hills. I was now committed to the life, as there was no way I could afford this place without a call girls salary. At the time, I didn't think about things like that and besides as far as I was concerned I now had my dream job. Elaine sat up my next gig with Roxy again but this was a two girls for two guys sit up. It was two guys in two different bedrooms so I was on my own but as Roxy was just down the hall I felt that she still had my back. Because my John was nervous, I felt calm and relaxed. I decided to give this guy his money's worth and maybe get some pleasure for myself as well. I gave him just a little tease as I got naked, then I asked him if I could undress him next. It was cute the way he just nodded his head, so embarrassed he couldn't speak. I removed his clothes slowly as I talked sexy to him; I was turning him on as well as myself. When I pulled his pants down he was rock hard and I was worried he would cum when I slipped the condom on him. Life of a call Girl I could tell he was far too shy to tell me what he wanted so I just took over the scene. I pushed him on his back and then climbed on cowgirl style. This is one of my favorite positions because I can control the action, going as fast or as slow, as I want. We were both sweating and just as I began to worry about him going over the top he came. He was so sweet he apologized for not waiting for me. I just told him that old line about just being happy I made him cum and I think he even believed that. When we came out of the bedroom Roxy was sitting there waiting for me and we rode the elevator down, laughing about how easy our tricks were. I inviting Roxy in to see my new place and we ended up spending the night together making love long and slow. I found that I was beginning to enjoy girls almost as much as boys, in fact, maybe even more. I never felt that I was turning into a lesbian because I still liked boys too much but I sure was learning to like girls a lot. In the morning, I asked Roxy about it and she said she was pure lez and would never do a man if she weren't paid for it. I told her that was where we were different, that I liked cock too much to give it up. She laughed, telling me after I'd had as many Johns as she, I would change my tune. At that time, I knew that I was young and naive but I knew I would never be that jaded against men. Part IV: The good the bad and the ugly It was on my first solo gig that I learned that hooking is a job and not all fun and play time. The John was a fat old guy and I think I might have whimpered when he opened the door of his hotel room. It only got worse once he got naked as his dick was hiding under his giant belly. I kept telling myself that even thought he was repulsive his money spent as good as a handsome man. I got him to lie on his back so his fat would spread out on the bed in a puddle. I then got between his legs and nursed an erection out of him with my fingertips and my tongue. Even hard he was no longer than three inches and the contents of his little nut sack felt like marbles in my hand. Never the less he moaned just like all men when I tickled the underneath of his dicklet with my tongue. I mounted him and by holding him with my fingers, I rubbed him on my clit. It felt just like a real cock so I managed to get off just before he did. I'm not even sure he knew he wasn't inside me and I sure wasn't going to tell him. I left him lying on the bed panting and sweating just as if he'd had an all night fuck fest. I left the hotel feeling unsatisfied so I hopped in a cab and instructed the cabbie to take me to a biker bar I knew of on the west side. I made my way down the bar, flirting, and handling all the stag men until I found the one with the biggest dick. I invited him to take me to a motel, even climbing on the back of his Harley in my short skirt and pantyless. I told him I was married but unsatisfied by my husband and that I just needed a man for the night. Once inside the motel room, he treated me rough taking whatever he wanted from me. It was just the fucking I needed and I enjoyed serving him like the slut that I truly am. I didn't care what this guy did to me, as all I wanted was to erase the memory of the tiny dicked whip I had just serviced. He fucked me three times, the last being in my ass and I came every time he did. He brutalized me so severely that blood trickled out of my ass for the rest of the night and still I didn't care. In fact, I craved it and even went so far as to beg him to stay, as he got ready to leave. I fell asleep after he left and awoke late the next morning to a room that still smelled like sex, with his used rubbers on the nightstand. I went in to take a shower and was shocked at what I saw in the mirror. I was covered in bruises and hickies, my breasts had teeth marks, and there was still blood from my ass oozing out onto my thighs. The hot shower felt good and I have no idea how long I stayed under the steaming water. After, I found my clothes in tatters; I remembered he had ripped them off me and was glad I always carried backups in my bag. I called a cab that took an hour to arrive, then went home, and slept the rest of the day. As lust had been the only thing on my mind, I never gave a thought about checking in with Elaine. After I finally called and told her that I was all right she then chewed me out for not contacting her. Later, when she found out what I had done, she was even madder. "It's bad enough that you went out alone looking for recreational sex but you had to pick up a tough guy and take him to a motel. Sophie You need to learn that sex for you is now a business, not a pleasure. Your satisfaction is not what you're seeking it's the customer's. If you have to get off, get a vibrator. Here's a card for my spa, go get a treatment, you need it. Ask for Melai; tell her I sent you and that you need the special." I had never been to a spa and didn't know what to expect but by the time they were done with me, I knew I wanted to be a regular. After I'd had the steam, the rubs, and soaks, I was feeling much better. The massage by Melai was exquisite and I was so glad when she asked if I wanted happy ending that, I said yes. She has such magic fingers and after turning my body into putty, she went to work on my cunt extracting an orgasm that totally drained me. I left a new woman and I called Elaine to thank her and to say I was ready to go to work. I believe Elaine gave me my next John as a test to see if I had learned from her instructions. All she told me was that he was a sub and he wanted a role-playing session. I was determined to just do my job, get the John off, and get out. I had expected a fat old man, as is usually the case, so I was shocked to see a handsome, trim man in maybe his mid forties. After taking care of business he told me that he craved to be humiliated but was afraid to seek it from his wife. He said he worried about losing her respect and I could understand that. I told him no woman wanted a wimp for a husband and she would be right for kicking him out if he told her about his perversions. I instructed him to undress as I got out the toy kit I borrowed from Roxy. He really had a nice cock and for a second I lost focus and I almost got on my knees to suck him off but I didn't. Instead, I ridiculed his manhood, "With a worthless little worm like this it's a wonder your wife doesn't kick you out anyway. She must be getting some real cock on the side or maybe she's a lesbo and doing the neighbors. Tonight this dicklet belongs to me and whether you cum or not will be my decision." He was already getting hard so I slapped his balls to make him shrivel and then I put a chastity devise called a CB2000 on him. Once I had him locked in, I told him if he pissed me off I'd send the key to his wife and the only way he'd ever be free would be to ask her. I climbed on the bed and pulled up my skirt, and then I instructed him to put his face in my pussy. I held him tight by his hair right up against me as I instructed him to start licking. "You really are despicable; here you are eating a hooker's twat. Do you have any idea how many cocks I've had in my cunt today? Can you taste them, that's right, you just keep eating, and maybe when I get off I'll let you eat my ass as well?" He actually moaned so I pushed him over on his back and then sat my ass on his face. I pulled my cheeks apart enough so he could put his tongue up my butt. With his tongue inside me, I reached over to my bag where I pulled out a condom and the key to his cage. After taking the lock off, I pulled off the sleeve but left the ring around his balls. I put a rubber on him then I told him since he had been a good boy I was going to let him cum. "I want you to fill this rubber up and then I'm going to take it off you and feed you the contents." I reached over to jack him off but he was already cumming. True to my word, I took off the rubber and then got off his face and sat on his chest facing him. I let the rubber dangle in his face rubbing it gently across his nose and lips. "When I tell you to open your mouth I am going to drop this in and you are to bite down on it. You chew this dirty rubber like a piece of gum, you understand?" I watched his eyes glaze over as he nodded that he did. After opening his mouth, I held the end as I told him to bite down hard. Once he had sucked it clean I put it all inside and told him to chew. I suddenly realized I was turned on almost as much as he was and when I saw his erection I slid down and let him slip inside me. We stared into each other's eyes as I rode him and he continued to chew. I fucked him hard until I came and then I told him to cum and he shot off inside me. I climbed up to his chin and after instructing him to give me the rubber I sat on him rubbing my cum filled pussy all over his face. Then I settled on his mouth to let him clean his load out of my pussy. "You spineless wimp, you better prey that I don't have some nasty disease, you do know I'm just a whore. Who knows who I fuck and what they carry." My humiliation of him just made me orgasm again. The game was over; his time was up so I got off and lay down beside him. I told him not worry that I was clean and that he was the first man I had fucked without a rubber since I had come to town. He thanked me as he told me I had turned him on and he was glad that he had tried a professional. For some reason I felt close to him, I asked him his name and he told me Jack. "Jack you should tell your wife about your kinks, if she loves you she should understand and maybe even role-Play with you some. Just don't tell her about everything at once, just guide her gently. Who knows, maybe she wishes she could dominate you but she's too shy to tell you." I left feeling really good about myself and surprised by how much I enjoyed the scene with Jack. I noticed I had thought of him by his name instead of just another John. I went home and slept like a baby. Part V: Sophie Finds not only true but also unlimited sex After a year in the game I was finding out it was more work than fun. It's not that I'd lost my desire for sex it was having sex with all the losers that pay for hookers. I didn't expect them all to be like Charlie Sheen but I also didn't expect so many to be big fat losers who couldn't even keep a hard-on. Elaine saw that I was becoming burned out and ordered me to take some time off; she even offered me her beach house in Malibu to stay in for a week. I went out and bought some clothes for the beach, including two very tiny bikinis. Now this was a life I could get used to, lay on the beach all day and then party in the local clubs at night. The best part, I was getting laid regularly, by men that turned me on, and we did what I wanted to do. One night I was sitting in Dukes having a drink before dinner. The sun was setting, turning the blue sky into an orange and pink canvas that was truly beautiful. I felt a presence behind me and turned around to see a handsome man that looked vaguely familiar. "Is that you Sophie, yes I thought it was. Do you mind if I sit here?" I just nodded my head and as he sat, he had a big smile on his face. Somehow, that smile clicked in my memory bank and I remembered not only him but his name as well. "Hello Jack, what are you doing in this neck of the woods?" "I live just up the road now, how about you, are you a resident as well?" I told him no, that I was on vacation, staying in a borrowed beach house. He invited me to dine with him and I accepted as he ordered us both cocktails. He told me his wife had kicked him out and her old college roommate had moved in to take his place. I asked him if he took the advice, I'd given him and it was thus my fault for the breakup. "Well its yes and no, when I'd finally worked up the courage to tell her my desires, I asked her to sit down so we could talk. I just asked her if she was happy with our relationship and just like that, she snapped. She told me didn't love me, could hardly stand the sight of me, and by the time she'd finished talking she'd kicked me out of my own house. I moved down here to our beach house where I'm living alone and unloved." I felt somehow responsible for his problems and I put a hand on his arm and apologized for meddling in his life. "Not only was that night the best sex I've ever had it was also the last time I had sex, that is with another person." As we had our coffee, I stared at him and I couldn't help but think that he was a handsome man. If he wasn't so shy he could probability have his pick of the women in the bar. "OK Jack first let me make it clear to you that I am not working I'm on vacation. I find I really like you and I want you to take me back to your place so we can have some fun." We left together in Jack's Mercedes, leaving my rental at Dukes. On the way to his house, I reached over to feel his crotch and found him already hard. I unzipped his pants and reached inside to rub, "You shouldn't do that I'm already about to cum." "Just let me worry about that, just go ahead let go I'll make sure your pretty car doesn't get dirty." I guess he wasn't kidding as he instantly came in my hand and it was a gusher. I daubed my finger in it and put it on his lips, which he promptly cleaned with his tongue. "I want to get something strait, every time you cum in my presence I expect you to eat every last drop of it." He nodded his head and said yes Mam, and for the rest of the short trip I fed him his junk a finger full at a time. Jacks place was not on the beach like Elaine's but across the highway and up in the hills. His large deck, enclosed in windows had a spectacular view of not only the ocean but also both directions up and down the coast. We sat in his deck drinking brandy and he lit a fire in his fireplace. I snuggled next to him and I could easily tell he was nervous. "Jack, relax, take it easy, let's make tonight for you. Anything you want I'll give you, no matter what." "That's great Sophie but what I want you won't give me, you see I want you not only in my bed but in my life. You are my fantasy woman and all others pale by your comparison." "Jack, don't talk like that, you don't want me, I nothing but a whore, and I've fucked hundreds of men in the past few months. Don't you see..." "I don't care about that; I don't even care if you keep on hooking as long as I have you when I can." "Even if I quit the business, I'm not a one man woman; I need lots of sex much more than you could possibly give me." "You can have as many men in your life as you want as long as you give your heart to me." I could tell this man was serious; in fact, the idea of me cuckolding him was turning him on as I felt his erection pushing against my thigh. I stood then pushed his head against the couch; I lifted my skirt and straddled his body. Leaning into his face, I pulled my thong to the side and put my pussy to his lips. I was so wet and my juices were running down his chin. "I would expect you to eat my pussy to my satisfaction any time any place. It might be full of some stranger's cum and it might not but you will be required to clean it." "Yes, yes, that is my dream; I've been jacking off every day with that fantasy in my head and there is nothing more I could desire." That made me climax with a shudder, and as he continued to lick my twat, I instructed him to pull his pants down. I sat on his cock burying it to the hilt in my wet cunt. I looked into his eyes as I rode him, then I began to kiss him, tasting my juices on his lips. I ordered him not to cum until I allowed it but when I saw him so close, I took pity on him and let him fill me with his sperm. I stood and he automatically leaned forward to do his clean up duty, this made me smile and I told him he was a quick learner. I told him I'd stay with him the rest of my vacation as a test and if it worked then maybe I'd move in with him. The rest of the week I trolled for guys along the beach, taking them to Elaine's to fuck. I would be at Jack's by six waiting for him and his tongue. He took great delight on hearing of my daily adventures but I never said anything until he had his tongue in my cunt. I truly had found the best of both worlds, with all the sex I could handle by day and a loving man who would gladly do anything I asked at home. By the end of the week, I knew what I wanted so I called Elaine to tell her I was quitting. I told her about Jack and that he knew what I did and she called me lucky. She told me if anything happened and I wanted to come back, she would have a job for me. I was so glad that instead of being upset with me, she seemed genuinely happy for me. I kept my leased apartment in Beverly Hills and every so often just to drive Jack crazy I stay there a couple of nights. I know he doesn't like me to do it but I do it just to show him I'm still in command. I know I've led a fortunate life and that I don't deserve it, but hey they say you play the hand you're dealt and I was lucky enough to get a royal flush. You can't predict the future, and tomorrow I might be hit by a Mac truck but I can't worry about that now, I'm having too much fun. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you Jack's favorite part, we bumped into his ex and her girlfriend at a social gathering. Not only did I pick the girlfriend up, I fucked her in front of Jack and then he fucked her too. As everyone knows, revenge is sweet.