36 comments/ 129222 views/ 63 favorites Molly Was Just a Teen Whore By: Dinsmore This is another improbable romance in the genre of, "Pretty Woman". It includes a sweet tale of love with more than ample stroke material. He walked through the door of what was euphemistically known as a "lingerie modeling studio". For twenty five bucks at the front door a hopefully young and attractive women would dance seductively in revealing lingerie while the customer sat in a chair and jerked off. As long as she didn't show any pink, ass hole or nipple and there was no bodily contact it was perfectly legal. The local police were on a tear to shut down those establishments that exceeded the limits. This establishment did; pretty much anything was available for a sufficient, "tip" as long as the management knew you, had checked you out and you were a regular. He was certainly a regular and on a first name basis with the proprietor. Money wasn't an issue for him; with no wife and no rug rats to account for and a high paying straight commission sales position he was willing and able to pay the going rate for anything he desired. "Hey, Ray, thanks for the call. What have you got?" "Just what you like, Mikey, she's young, nubile and new. Her health check came back clean and she hasn't had any, shall we say, serious customers yet. She's just another little girl whose old man ran out on her and left her with bills to pay." The customer slipped Ray a couple of twenties which went in his back pocket not in the cash drawer. "I'll set you up in the VIP room; I don't know how far you can get her to go but I'll be sure she knows that yours is a familiar face and you're not a cop." A few minutes later he settled into the designated chair in the VIP room which was far better appointed than the regular rooms. A few moments later, as advertised, a nubile young blond women in Victoria Secret's best slid into the darkened room. "You can make yourself comfortable; my name is Felicity." The, "make yourself comfortable" comment was another euphemism; it meant, take off your pants and feel free to stroke your dick. "The light is pretty bright in here, don't you think, I can ask..." "I like it bright; I prefer to see the merchandize, so to speak." "Okay, well, how would you like me to..." Mike knew the routine and the typical fee structure. He dropped several bills on the table next to him. "Take that shit off; I want to see your body." Eying the amount of cash in the stack on the table the young woman complied. "Very nice! You're a very pretty girl. Now tell me why you chose this line of work." He said, throwing another bill on the stack indicating that he was willing to pay for and expected a degree of honesty. She started to speak; he cut her off. "Wait, Felicity is obviously made up. What's your real name and how old are you?" Something in his commanding tone spurred her to candor. "Molly, my name is Molly. I'm eighteen. I ran off with my boy friend right after high school graduation. We moved down here looking for work. He ran out on me a week ago taking all the cash we had and I haven't heard from him since. I need the money to pay the rent and buy food. I don't really have any job skills; I can type and do office work but I don't have any nice clothes or any references." "So, you came to work here. You get five bucks worth of the twenty-five at the door. You're new so you don't get to work the best hours that the girls who have worked here for a while do. Ray's not the ass hole most guys who run places like this are so you keep 90% of your tips, half of the first fifty and you keep anything over that. Of course the cops are all over these places so there's not much chance for the big bucks. You average another twenty-five to get naked, another twenty to play with your pussy—we're up to a round C-note if you jerk a guy off. A hundred and fifty for a blow job then two hundred for a fuck. 'Around the world' probably costs three hundred or more. If you're lucky you might be taking home a couple of hundred on a good day, but barely a C-note on average." "Around the world?" "You are a novice! That's when a guy wants to put his dick in all three of your holes, mouth, cunt and ass. Tell me, Molly, have you done anal before?" "Not here, not with a customer, but my boy friend made me do it...a few times." "Did you like it?" "Not really, not at first, but I got used to it." "Did you like it in the ass Molly?" "I guess it was okay after I got used to it, but he was pretty rough when he did it." "How far are you willing to go, Molly? It's decision time and I've got a pocket full of cash." He said, pulling out a sizable roll. "I..." "Have you sucked any cock here before?" "Once, a VIP like you and..." "Fucked?" "No." "Which I assume means you haven't taken it up the butt for cash, either?" "No." "Okay, Molly, well I guess it's fantasy time. You're very cute and you've got a killer body. A smile now and again would be appreciated. I'm going to get undressed and you're going to do your best to get me hard." He threw several more bills on the table. "That's more than enough for head. Are you a talented little cock sucker, Molly?" "I've never had any complaints." Molly said, becoming more assertive. "Okay Molly, let's get going. I expect you to play with your darling little pussy---and your tight little ass hole. I want to watch you fuck yourself---in both holes---with one of those shiny implements in the drawer there. We know you're going to blow me. Here are a couple more bills to encourage a realistic performance and I like a girl to tell me what a nasty little slut she is when she's playing with herself. Don't think you're going to get lucky and I'll jerk off before you have to suck me off. Hell, it wouldn't matter anyway my cock tends to stay pretty hard. Now that's all the money you're going to see for the time being. If I'm impressed and depending on what you're willing to let me do to you, there's plenty more in my pocket. Are we clear?" Molly nodded. Mike disrobed. He was already half erect. Molly was surprised at the length and girth of his partially erect organ. She was even a little scared; jerking guys off, even oral sex, hell the former president had said it wasn't really sex, hadn't he? But letting a strange guy fuck her or even sodomize her, well that was certainly crossing over to being a true whore. She began to move suggestively. She fingered her nearly bare little cunt. "Inside, fingers inside. I want to see your fingers inside your cunt." "Do you like my little girl pussy baby? That's a really big cock...you're really getting me hot and wet. Look closely...can you see how wet I am inside? Suck my fingers, lover, taste my sweet little pussy." After tasting her sweet secretions, Mike replaced her fingers with his own. "You've got a real tight little girl hole there, sweetheart. Do you like the way my fingers feel? Move for me baby, fuck my fingers, show me you enjoy being finger fucked." Molly was a little disconcerted; she actually found his fingers quiet pleasant inside her. She was disappointed when he directed the next phase of her performance and his warm, nimble fingers left her body. "In the drawer...I want to see you stretch that little teen aged cunt with something bigger." Molly removed the largest implement from the drawer of toys, a large, vibrating, anatomically correct cock. In spite of herself, she was getting into this stranger's fantasy. He was not old like so many of the customers she had dealt with. He was quite handsome and possessed a well tanned and muscular body. He didn't have any personal hygiene issues. Fucking him, if she decided to go that far, wouldn't be that bad. She needed the money; her rent was due today and her land lord would boot her out on the street if she didn't pay up. As she turned on the vibrating cock and lewdly splayed her athletic young thighs she was getting very aroused. She plunged the fat toy to the depths of her young birth canal. Her moans and whimpers had decided gone past the acting phase. She was going to cum. He was slowly stroking his now erect tool. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen up close. "That's it baby, make yourself cum. I want to watch you get off." "Oh baby, this is so big in my tiny little hole; it's not as big as your fat cock, though. Are you going to cum for me too?" "Not likely, hon, this one is your turn. Cum for me, I want to watch you cum!" She came with an unexpected scream; it had snuck up on her. She was almost embarrassed that she was allowing herself to lose detachment and enjoy being part of this man's fantasy. He had not cum. His cock loomed in front of her eyes. She assumed he was ready for the blow job now. She crawled to him and began to stroke his massive cock. "Not yet, sweet thing, oh, what the hell, why not? I've got lots of time. Go for it. Show me what a delightfully nasty little cock sucking slut you are." She had mixed feeling about the words he was using; little cock sucking slut, well, shit that's what she was, wasn't it? She liked sucking cock and even his larger than normal girth would not present a challenge. It was a bought and paid for fantasy but at some level she was glad her parents didn't know what a cock sucking little slut she had become. He didn't try to fuck her mouth; he let her do what she did well. He softly stroked her hair and neck. I was a really nice cock, very hard and smooth; she took it deeper than she normally liked. In spite of herself, she got into the blow job. He didn't warn her that he was about to cum but she knew. He screamed out as he shot a big load of cream at the back of her throat. It was good tasting cum; he produced a lot of it. He pulled her up and kissed her, scouring her young mouth with his tongue as he shared his own essence with her. It was a surprisingly tender kiss. She came back to earth as he added the next act to his fantasy. "That was very nice, sweet Molly! I'm very impressed; you are a very talented little mouth whore. Now let's move on to the next act." She was surprised to note that his long, fat cock had not deflated at all. "Okay, sweet thing, I want you to play with your ass hole...use your fingers and the lube in the draw. When you think you can handle it, put the dildo in your ass; I want to watch you fuck your little ass with that big plastic cock. Just start out bent over with your ass facing me---right in front of me. Then lie down on the rug and do it with your legs pressed back against your pretty little tits." Molly knew she was anally sensitive; she did not find the well lubed fingers inside her tight anal ring to be uncomfortable. She found it quite enjoyable. The plastic cock was another matter. It was so big and hard and it burned when it broke through her anal ring. "You're eyes are watering sweet Molly. Take your time; there's no need to hurry. Let yourself get used to the fullness." In a few minutes, bent at the waist Molly had inserted all but the end of the plastic phallus in her tight little hole. Her rectum adjusted quickly to the intrusion. She flopped down on the rug in front of her customer fingering her slimy little slit with one hand while fucking her ass hole with the big artificial cock. "Is this how you like me baby, your nasty little anal bitch? Is that what you want me to be, your personal ass whore?" "Are you on the pill. Molly?" "Yes, but, you have to use a condom, I don't want to catch anything..." "I'm clean, Molly, and I almost always use a rubber. But I'd enjoy making an exception in your case." "No bareback, I..." He grabbed his trousers, peeled off two C notes and threw them on the growing pile on the table. He was waiting for her answer. There was now just over four hundred dollars on the table. It was more than enough to pay the rent for another month. She nodded in agreement. "How do you want me?" She asked, completely accepting her fate. "Just the way you are right now---and leave the dildo right where it is." Before she knew it he was between her legs; he kissed her gently. She'd let him kiss her before after the blow job. She'd never let a customer kiss her before. Then again, she'd never fucked for cash before, so, it didn't really matter. She's crossed over the bridge; she was now a full fledged prostitute...just another young Gulf Coast whore. She had little time to contemplate the depths to which she had sunk as he began fucking her. His fat cock filled her completely and he was a very adept lover. Lover? No, he was talented fuck; in spite of herself, she once again got into it. When she came after longer than any man had ever had his stiff prick inside her she was not remotely faking it. He adjusted his pace and made her cum again. Then he removed his cock from her pussy and she felt terribly empty. He was going to his pants again. He pulled out five one hundred dollar bills and threw them on the table. The pile now contained just over nine hundred dollars. It represented rent and food for a month and more than she could make working every day for the two weeks. He moved back to her and carefully removed the plastic toy in her rectum. "I want you ass, now Molly, that's really what I came here for. No rubbers and you can easily see what I'm willing to pay to ravish your tender little back door. Last chance to back out." He said, with a more benevolent look that she would have expected. She nodded wordlessly. He was gentle with her; the plastic implement had stretched her anal canal enough that even his fat cock caused her no pain. He was very gentle; he softly caressed her hard young nipples with his lips. He kissed her almost affectionately. His long cock reached the absolute depths of her dirty little hole. He stroked her anal walls with long, persistent strokes. He encouraged her to work her slender fingers on her little button. In spite of herself she began to raise her hips off the floor to meet his increasingly rapid thrusts. He fucked her hot little chute longer than he should have been able to in view of his aroused state. When he finally came and she felt the hot splash of his thick cream against the walls of her even hotter anal furnace, it was more than enough to take her over the edge. She came with a moan, a sob and a long whimper. She knew whores weren't supposed to enjoy it, certainly not in the ass. But she had enjoyed it so much that it scared her. When he held her gently in his arms after the almost brutal ass fuck her mind was completely disoriented. After releasing her from his embrace, he used the wet wipes provided to clean his still serviceable cock and her red little butt hole. He briefly made love to her ass hole with his mouth. He placed another C-note on the pile as he retrieved his clothing. "Molly, when is your shift over here?" "Actually it was over about ten minutes ago." "And where are you living?" "One of those week to week places over at the edge of the causeway." "That's not a very safe area. Do you have a car?" "No, I take the bus, or when I miss it, a cab." "How much stuff do you have back in that shitty little room? Anything of value?" "Not really. My boy friend took everything of value. A couple changes of clothes, he even took my only suit case." "Okay Molly, I've got a proposition for you. I'm going to walk out of here and go get in my car. It's the black Lexus a couple of stores down. I'm going to wait in my car and make a few phone calls to some customers. I'm going to stay for exactly fifteen minutes. If you want to keep doing this shit, I'll give you a ride back to your motel." Molly had a quizzical look on her face. "The other alternative, Molly, is you come back to my house and we'll discuss a business arrangement between you and me which will necessitate you quitting working for Ray. If you decide you're not excited about it, I'll call you a cab and send you back to your motel on my nickel. If we can come to an agreement, you'll have a nice and safe place to live and three squares a day. I'll find some real work for you to do but the essence of your responsibilities will involve, bluntly, your sexual talents which you will exclusively provide to me and me alone. I'm not kinky and I'm not into giving or receiving pain. I'm not going to pass you around to my friends. I like to fuck outside in the open air on occasion but you've already experienced the extent of my sexual requirements. You think about it. I'll be waiting. By the way, my name's Mike." He said, extending his hand for her to shake; then he was out the door. What the hell, she might as well at least listen to his proposal. Her gut said she was not in any real danger going to this man's house. He showed no hint of violent behavior, unlike her boy friend who had slapped her around on more than one occasion. He could be some crazy psycho killer who was intent on torturing and killing her but she doubted it. After dressing she went to Ray's desk, gave him his cut of the action and prepared to leave. "Did you have a good time with Mikey?" "He wasn't what I expected. " Molly said. "I've heard that before. I know he pays well---and that you earned the money so don't worry about it. He seems like a decent guy. I'm not sure I know what his story is. He's a good looking guy with a pocket full of cash so I don't know why he comes here to get his rocks off. Still, from what the other girls have said, it wasn't an unpleasant experience, was it? He comes in about once a week; I call him when there's new talent and he's usually here within a couple of hours. I know he's not married and I'm positive this is the only place he frequents. Enough small talk! Take care of yourself." Molly exited the jerk-off parlor and walked the short distance to the shiny black Lexus. What the hell, she thought to herself. It probably won't last; men like him come to places like this one for variety and to do things that normal girls wouldn't let them do. He'd fuck her for a few weeks and then unload her and she wouldn't be any worse off than she was right now. She opened the car door and slid across the smooth leather seats just as Mike was completing a phone call. "Great! I'm very pleased that you at least decided to come this far and consider my proposal. Let's go home and then we'll grab a little early dinner and, assuming you agree to my terms, we need to run some errands." Mike's house was less than fifteen minutes from the strip mall. It was an architecturally unique home perched on a small rise overlooking the Gulf. It was the nicest house Molly had ever seen. As the entered the front door she quickly realized it was the nicest home she had ever been in. The interior was spacious, airy and impeccably appointed. The spacious back deck overlooked the water a few hundred yards away. Molly accepted a soda, she didn't really like alcohol; she sat down across from Mike in what she assumed was called a Great Room. "Do you have a driver's license, Molly?" Molly nodded. "May I see it please? I just want to be absolutely sure that you're not underage." After satisfying himself that she was legal, Mike, proceeded to brief her on the ground rules. Okay, Molly, first I'm not sure how long our relationship, if you agree to it, will last but let's assume at least three months to start with. You will live here. You will have your own room, well actually it includes a bathroom and sitting room so it's more of a suite. I have a house keeper who comes in every day and does the heavy cleaning so you will only need to be concerned with a bit of very minor house work. You'll have the use of a car, a Honda Accord in the garage. You will not need to spend your own money on clothes, cosmetics, food and such and will of course stay here rent free. While I am working you will busy yourself attending classes at the Community College ten minutes away. As I become convinced that you are ready, you will accompany me when I attend numerous professional social functions. I don't know anything about your upbringing but I will expect you to look and act like a young lady in public. I have a friend, an older woman, who will help you achieve that goal. I don't tolerate drugs of any sort. If I find out that you're hanging out with the wrong people, we're done. Obviously, sexually, your body is mine---exclusively." Molly Was Just a Teen Whore Mike paused for a moment, then continued. "I guess you might want to view this as an experiment. I tried it once before but as my daddy used to day, 'you can't turn a sow's ear into a silk purse' and it ended after a few weeks and it ended unsatisfactorily. Molly, I don't really have a social life. I make a very good living but when I go out it's usually with customers or charity stuff that allows me to connect with potential business contacts. I like to fuck, often. Woman I've dated over the years were more interested in bagging a guy with healthy cash flow than fucking; they also weren't willing to accept the strain of being with a man who devotes much of his life to producing that cash flow." Mike paused to sip his beverage, then went on. "My father worked until the day he died. I don't plan to be like him. At my current pace I expect to quit and be, 'bought out' by my company in the next ten years. Then I'll retire, settle down and maybe even get married. Bluntly right now I need two things. I need a very presentable and attractive young woman on my arm when I'm in public, one who can hold her own and talk intelligently. Ideally I'd like to have that same young woman in my bed when I come home. I've tried it with two women, one to fuck and one to show but that didn't work out either. You're very pretty, you don't have any obviously annoying speech patterns and you don't appear to be stupid. If you're also trainable and willing to work hard this will be mutually beneficial for both of us. I already know that you're very, very pleasing sexually; if you can also learn to be the show horse I require, we can do business." "You're going to pay me in addition to the, ah, amenities?" "Ah, a girl after my own heart, bottom line oriented! Certainly I'm going to pay you. I'm even going to withhold taxes and social security. If your typing skills are for real you might even be able to help me with some of my office work; my office is here in the house. Here's the bottom line, honey, I'm going to pay you $2,000 a month---after taxes. There should be nothing you need to spend that money on during your employment with me. It will be deposited in a bank account each month---in advance—to which only you have access. You'll also receive an allowance of two hundred a week for personal essentials. That does not include your tuition and education expenses, food, clothing and so on. I'll take care of all of that directly." "I'm a little confused. You just paid over $1,000 to fuck me, including anal at a sleazy little strip mall jerk joint. I'm a whore...a common prostitute." "There's nothing common about you Molly, you're a very pretty girl. The only common thing about you is that you made a bad choice in boy friends and got into a jam. I don't know what your home situation was but it must have been less than ideal. You rationalized that jerking a strange guy off---even blowing him---for a few bucks was the best opportunity you had to dig yourself out of a hole. According to Ray, you had been doing so for less than a week. I'm pretty sure I was the first guy you spread your sweet little legs and butt cheeks for at Ray's and I put more money in front of you than you could have been expected to turn down. I could have gotten the same level of service for a hell of a lot less than a grand; I have on other occasions." "My dad died in an industrial accident a couple of years ago. My mom started drinking and bringing different men home. It was only a matter of time before I ended up becoming one of their playmates while she was sleeping off one of her benders. Bobbie told me he loved me and I believed him. I was just stupid." "Naïve, vulnerable and stupid go with being young. Oh, by the way, a friend of mine is a shrink. I expect you to meet with her and get some of the unpleasant shit behind you. Also, was college ever in your plans?" "I had a scholarship to go to a decent regional state university back home. I got good grades in school and did okay on the college boards before I decided to fuck up my life." To her surprise, Mike came over and put his arms around her. "Molly, you haven't had enough life yet to have fucked it up! You made some mistakes. Someday as we get to know each other better we'll discuss the mistakes I made when I was your age. Most of the kids I grew up with are dead or in prison. The Army straightened me out, but it's history, just history. I'm proud of what I've done since then." He kissed her softly on the forehead. "Look, I feel good about this. The day will come when you will need to move on and you will. Bluntly, Molly, I do intend to use your astounding little body to meet my needs, but I promise you---commit to you---that I'm not a bad person and I'm not going to hurt you." She allowed herself to enjoy the comfort of his strong arms longer than she wanted to. It was a business deal. Considering her current predicament it was a hell of a lot better than she had expected. "Okay, I'm in." Molly whispered, as she pulled away from his warm embrace. "Great! Now let's go get you something to wear. You certainly don't need makeup but the hair needs to be a bit more fashionable. Let's start there." Mike said, taking Molly by the hand and leading her back to the Lexus. An hour later she had a new haircut and her first manicure and pedicure. The new hairstyle made her look older and more sophisticated. Three hours later after trying on more outfits than she had ever owned she had a new wardrobe. A few items required alterations; one, a simple cotton shift, fit her perfectly as is. She asked Mike if she could wear it home. "Molly, don't do that again. You don't have to ask my permission to do things. You're not my slave and I'm not your parent or guardian. It needs something; earrings, I think." Half an hour later Molly had new earrings with a matching necklace and bracelet. As she viewed her lean young frame in the mirror at the jewelry store, she almost didn't recognize herself. She couldn't resist grinning in approval. "Ah, that's what I needed to see. Molly, you are breathtaking when you smile! You should do it all of the time." Mike took Molly to dinner at a very upscale little bistro that couldn't have had more than a dozen tables. The cliental was definitely upscale. She paused at the front door sure that even her new façade would not hide the fact that she was just a little eighteen year old barely weeks from high school who had a few hours earlier jerked and sucked men off for a living. "Molly, look at me." Mike said, turning her face toward his. "I guarantee that you will be the prettiest girl in the room. People will stare because you look absolutely adorable. Men will stare because they desperately want you. Women will stare because they want to be you. You were a pretty good little actress back there at your former place of employment; suck it up now, head high, chest out, look 'em right in the eye and you will own the room. Trust me." Mike had been correct. She was the prettiest girl in the room and she was certainly perched on the arm of the best looking man in sight. His approval gave her the confidence to not only look right back at them but even say, "hi". Dinner included the first lessons in her education. She tried things she had never heard of and enjoyed new culinary experiences. Mike began her education in reading a wine list and had her taste several wines. She quickly realized that all of the mystery was overblown. She giggled like a school girl when Mike informed her that she had picked the best over the mediocre. She caught herself feeling like Audrey Hepburn or Julia Roberts. She pushed those thought to the back of her mind; this wasn't a fantasy this was real life. When the two returned home, Mike introduced her to a selection of newspapers and magazines which he expected her to peruse on a daily basis. "Do you like to read, Molly?" "I've always loved to read." "Super! There are a lot of books in the house---damned good books. I love to read and wish I had more time to do so. Books were my escape when I was your age and they changed my life. I have some office work I need to do for a couple of hours, make yourself comfortable." "Can I help?" "Can you really type?" "Well, I'm not sure I ever seen a real typewriter, but if we're talking, a PC and Word, Excel or Power Point, certainly!" Half an hour later, Mike was quite astounded at how proficient Molly was. She was an accomplished typist, was familiar with the rudiments of a spreadsheet and knew Power Point better than he did. She understood what needed to be done far quicker than his normal part time secretary did. The two hours of work were completed in a little over an hour. "Molly, if you don't mind doing this work, I'll let my temp go and pay you what I pay her, on top of the other stuff. What do you say?" "That would be great! If I'm ever going to get a real job I need to get really proficient with these programs." "Well, I need to get to bed and you look bushed. Look, tonight, in view of what you and I did earlier today, you don't need to, 'perform your other duties'. Make yourself comfortable and start feeling at home. If you need anything I'm just down the hall." "Are you sure, I..." "I'm sure. Good night Molly." In the middle of the night, Molly felt really alone and scared in her new surroundings. She slipped out of her new bed and padded, naked to her benefactor's open bedroom door. Quietly so as not to awaken him, she slipped under the covers and planted her warm little butt against his. He awoke a few minutes later. "Are you okay Molly?" "I was a little scared...old nightmares. I'm fine now." Mike rolled over and she felt his cock against her taut young ass; she expected that he would want to fuck her. Instead he put his arm over her, pulled her close and drifted back to sleep. She drifted off to sleep feeling safer than she had in a long time with a man who had hired her to satisfy his sexual needs. As the dawn light approached she awoke and realized that neither had moved but that the cock wedged in the crack of her butt was decidedly very hard. Reaching back she placed Mike's bulbous cock head at the entrance to her little pussy, moving her hips back to draw his long cock inside her. She started fucking him, leisurely, drawing him deeper with each movement of her hips. The head of his cock was perfectly nestled against her turgid little clit. Burying her mouth in a pillow to stifle her sound she came softly. Mike began to thrust his fuck tool deep inside her just as she had stopped her own motion. He nuzzled her long neck and gently stroked her proud young breasts with his gentle hands. He made her cum again; it had surprised her and she cried out. His stroke increased in intensity and she felt and heard his impending orgasm. With one final deep stroke he then remained motionless and dumped his precious seed deep inside her. He held her very tightly and whispered, "thank you". She awoke an hour or so later with the realization that his cock was still in her slippery little cunt and, once again very hard. She moved her hips and grasped his big fuck stick, placing it at her other entrance. She hadn't thought about lubrication; he had. He slid down and lavished her sweet little hole with his mouth and tongue, forcing his spit inside her. Moving back up he took her young body in that nasty and taboo way for the second time in less than twenty-four hours. To her surprise and delight, she came again just as he was shooting his cream deep inside her rump. Molly decided that morning that this bed would be the only one in which she would sleep in the foreseeable future. The days turned into weeks. Molly enrolled at the community college in a business curriculum. When she returned home, and that's they way she thought about it, as home, she would spend a couple of hours doing business paper work which Mike had left for her. She would study for her college classes until just before he got home from work. They would often go out for dinner with customers; her favorite nights were when they didn't. They would prepare dinner together; it was at those times that everything just felt so normal. Molly went to, "charm school' several hours a week. The older woman who was a friend of Mike's taught her how to survive in the upscale social set in which Mike operated in his business pursuits. She was a quick learner. Often on weekends, Mike would take her shopping for clothes. She had more clothes than she thought she could ever possibly need. She read anytime she had a spare moment, first to be up to speed on the happenings in the world and then just for fun. She was a bright girl with good study habits. She did well in her classes. She had no more head problems than any eighteen year old female in spite of her family issues. Fortunately for most of her life her parents had been very normal and loving. The hour or so a week she spent with the psychologist helped a great deal. Her relationship with Mike was strictly off limits as far as she was concerned. She did secretarial work for him, considered him a friend and occasionally went out with him and that was all she was willing to share. She and Mike went on business vacations together to exclusive locales. She saw a side of life that she had not even realized existed. Mike flew his own plane and had let her fly it. The following week he signed her up for flight lessons so that she could get her private pilot's license. He taught her to sail. Three months came and went. Mike showed no indication of wanting to terminate their arrangement. She wondered if he was still stopping by Ray's for a little strange every week, not that it was any of her business. While picking up their dry cleaning one day, she ran into Ray. He didn't recognize her. "Ray! It's Molly, I'm sorry about just walking out on you but..." "Honey, you look great! You weren't the first and you won't be the last. I didn't recognize you. I'd say you got your life back together. As much as I hated losing the services of someone as young and pretty as you, I understand. Frankly, as much as I need to make a living, it's gratifying when one of my girls graduates from that life and not many do." "Ray do you remember my last customer, a VIP, Mike, or something?" "Yep. I had a beer with him a few weeks back. He doesn't come around anymore. I kidded him about taking his business some place else but he said he'd decided to change his ways. Nice kid! I miss his money but he never really fit." So, I guess I must be meeting Mike's sexual requirements adequately, Molly thought to herself with a grin. The weeks turned into months and before they realized it, Mike and Molly had, "been together" for a year. Molly had just transferred to the State University across town. She was ahead of the power curve and by going to school all year would get her degree early. She had checked her bank statement in the account she hadn't touched and there was a deposit for several thousands dollars extra. She asked Mike about it. "Hon, I just wanted to be damned sure you had the money in your account to complete your degree regardless of what happened." She wanted to press him on what he meant; she didn't. Mike had become increasingly attached to the pretty young woman he had first met in a jerk-off parlor. He knew he enjoyed her company a great deal. He didn't want their "arrangement" to end. Molly often forgot that she was, essentially a rich man's concubine or consort but fancy words didn't replace the fact that she was a paid piece of ass, a whore, a hooker...a prostitute. She couldn't deny her feelings for the man who had pulled her from the edge of ruin. Still, she knew the rules and she didn't want her relationship with Mike to end. Months turned into years. Mike was going to take her out for a special dinner to celebrate her twenty-first birthday. She would get her BS degree a few days later. She had close to $100,000 in the bank and a wardrobe worth thousand of dollars. Mike had given her a new car for her birthday, in her name. Mike and Molly had sex often, always when they first went to bed, at least once during the night and once more in the morning as they showered together. She loved being his wanton little whore. She'd ride his big cock for what seemed like hours thrilling him with a litany of nasty talk. Occasionally he'd come home and just bend her lithe young body over the end of the sofa and fuck her silly with both of them still clothed. She loved those times. She loved being this man's fuck toy. She had discussed it with the psychologist without mentioning Mike's name. "So what's the problem, Molly? You appear to be in a healthy committed relationship with a nice guy and the sex is delightfully nasty and adventurous. Trust me, there are a lot of women I see every week who would give anything to trade places with you. Enjoy it!" "He's very generous with me...very generous. I mean, I'm basically fucking for a paycheck. Doesn't that make me a whore?" "A house in the burbs, a diamond ring, yea, I know where your coming from. All too often we women tend to be whores even though were not taking our pay in crisp new bills fresh from the ATM on the bed table of a cheap motel. Look, it's probably an issue you need to deal with---with him. Do you think he loves you? Is marriage in his future?" "I know he likes me a lot. We're very comfortable together. Look, it started out as just sex and I knew what I was getting into. 'I'll meet your financial needs and you'll meet my physical needs.' But I don't think he could every see me as his wife. Love? The history is all wrong. He treats me like his special lady except in bed. Hell, when I'm with him in public I feel like a princess. He's an attentive, caring, sweet, sensitive and wonderful man. In the sack, or wherever we end up doing it, I'm his nasty little whore, his fuck slut. He expects me to be that way. I know I turn him on...I'm sure I'm the best damned fuck he's ever enjoyed. And in truth, I fucking love it that way! We're not into any weird shit but we are decidedly adventurous and love fucking for the sake of fucking. And he is the best fuck I could ever imagine. And then, sometimes, he'll just hold me tight and takes me slowly...make love to me...and I melt." "You sound like a pretty lucky girl, Molly, but this will eat at you if you don't get closure. You need to tackle it with him and prepare for any outcome." Molly made her decision driving home that day; she knew what she had to do. She rehearsed her words as she showered and changed for her birthday dinner with Mike. She meticulously wrote her first check from her special account, the one Mike had set up for her years earlier and put it in her purse. Mike had come home while she was getting ready and had quickly changed for the evening. Mike would have taken her anywhere; she wanted to go back to the first place they had enjoyed dinner together. As he took her in his arms and kissed her lovingly before they departed she knew what she was planning to do and it terrified her. As he slyly slipped a hand up under her dress and caressed her tight little ass she felt the moisture rising in her pussy. All he has to do is touch me and I want him, I want his cock anyplace, everyplace, right here and right now! In spite of her well laid plans her own lust almost overcame her. "Do we have time?" "Not really, I'm sad to say. We're just going to make it if we leave right now and they are very nasty about not holding reservations. This is a very special night, for both of us." She fondled his hard cock through his trousers, wondering if she would have time to suck it in the car. He slipped his finger inside her panties and found her tight circular muscle. God she wanted his cock there she thought to herself. She unzipped his fly and began to stroke his thick tool. Just spin me around, rip my panties off, bend me over and fuck me! Fuck your hot little whore. I need that fucking cock inside me right now! Fortunately, Mike had more willpower than Molly did and they were soon making the short drive to what had become their favorite restaurant. Molly Was Just a Teen Whore Mike had never been more loving and attentive as he gazed into her eyes. Could you fall for me big guy? Your eyes say yes but where's your heart? I know I fell for you a long time ago. God how did I get this lucky! And now I'm going to spoil it and end it. "Mike there's something we need to talk about. I..." "Well, I had a topic on my mind but you go first. I'm sorry I interrupted you." "Mike, this isn't easy, but..." She paused, opening her purse, removing the check and handing it to him. "I can't do this anymore Mike. I can never repay you for everything you've done for me, for saving me. But at least I can give you this back, this money you've been paying me for years, paying me, paying me...to be your whore." Mike looked hurt. "I knew the day would come when you'd need to get on with your life, I just thought..." "Dammit, Mike, you're right! I want to get on with my life! I want to get on with our life! I don't want to be your whore anymore! I want to get on with my life but I want you in that life! I want to be...I want...to be your girl...your...not your whore. I don't want to lose you and I don't think you want to lose me but I can't go on like this. I need to be more I need to be your..." "Wife?" Oh, Mike, don't talk foolishness. We have history. I was a whore and you paid for me. That will always be there. I'm not talking about marriage, I wouldn't expect or ask that, it wouldn't be fair. I just want to be, I don't know, a couple? Two people who enjoy each others company, like each other and also enjoy pretty amazing sex together?" "I agree one hundred percent." Mike said. "You do?" "Sure! I think I have an answer to our little problem. I propose a trade, financially it's a wash but I'm pretty sure I'm getting the better end of the bargain. I'll take your check and you'll take this." Mike said unable to suppress a grin. Molly looked up as she felt Mike take her hand and gasped as she watched him slowly slip the biggest diamond she had ever seen in her life on her third finger. Before she could recover from her shock and utter a protest, Mike spoke. "Will you marry me Molly? Be my wife? Forever and ever till death do us part? Come on baby, make me the happiest man in the world. Fuck the history. I love you. I've loved you for a long time. Do you love me?" "Oh God yes, of course I love you!" Molly exclaimed with a sob. "Then say yes to the first question. Don't even think about saying anything else but yes. Our last three years together have been the happiest years of my life. I don't ever want to be with another woman. I don't care how we started out, I know where we are now. Say yes, say, yes, I'll marry you Mike." "Yes, I'll marry you Mike." Molly said, changing seats, sliding into the booth on his side and hugging him as tight as she possibly could. "I can't be this lucky...it's just not possible." Molly said as she began to cry softly. "Oh we can have the debate on who is the luckiest for years to come. As far as this check goes, I'm going to tear it up with the understanding that you are going to pay for your entire wedding out of your bank account." "I'll agree to that. When did you know you loved me?" "It wasn't logical or rational but that first night when you got scared and crawled into bed with me I knew I was in serious trouble. It just got worse as time went on. I tried to deny it just the way you did. I couldn't tell you the exact day I knew I loved you but I can come pretty close. I ran into Ray one day, a few months back. I told him the whole story. He told me I was in love with you and just wouldn't admit it. Driving home, I knew he was right." "I ran into Ray coming out of the dry cleaners a few weeks later. He told me he'd had a beer with you; he didn't tell me you were in love with me. At that point if he had, I wouldn't have believed it. Mike, please tell me marriage isn't going to fuck us up. I love being with you even if we're just doing nothing. I love being on your arm in public; I feel like your special princess. But, you have to know that I love being your nasty little fuck toy. You've always treated me like a lady except when it comes to sex and then, well, I love it when you make love to me but I love it just as much when you just ball this hot little bitch! Okay?" "Do you want to go for an entrée and desert or just a salad and a nice bottle of wine?" Molly reached over and fondled Mike's growing cock through the fabric. She looked around the room and realized that their view was private unless the waiter who was also one of the owners came to the table. "Hold that thought!" Molly said, sliding out of the booth and walking over to the waiter/owner. "Yes ma'am, Molly isn't it? You and Mike are regulars; I can't believe I didn't recognize you; I'm Sean." "Sean, I need a special favor." Molly said, pulling a bill out of her purse. Mike just this minute asked me to marry him! Can you believe it? He wants me to be his wife and I desperately want to suck his cock before you serve the salad. Would that be a problem?" "I think I might have a better suggestion. We have a private dining room; we had a cancellation and it won't be in use for, oh, almost two hours, I think it might be a better solution. There's a lock on the door and a bell when you need service. How does that sound? And please, there's no extra charge for special service for special customers. Congratulations!" "Thank you Sean!" Returning to the booth, Molly motioned to Mike. "Come on, stud, we're moving to a better table." The two were soon seated in the very private dining room with the very visible lock on the door. "What did you have in mind my nasty little slut?" "I'm going to blow you, after which you're going down on me. Then we're going to enjoy the salad. Then you're going to fuck me. Then we'll have the entrée. Then you're going to bone me up the shitter; a little extra olive oil with the salad might be prudent. Then we'll have dessert. After that we'll go home, enjoy an after dinner drink and repeat the sequence until you can't get it up any more. How's that sound, old man?" "How did I get so damned lucky?" "Shut up and show me some cock! What did they call this, 'around the world'?