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Subject: {ASSM} New Courtesan Pt II     MF  anal, MFF lt. bond, orgy, con
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Date: Tue, 30 May 2006 05:10:03 -0400
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 	Meghan was surprised by the reaction of her college friends by
her being propositioned by Mr. Wesley.  She had lunch with three
of them.
	Jessica said, "You're moving in with Mr. John Wesley?  That is
so cool!  How did you arrange that?"
	Meghan replied, "My mother knows him."
	Rachael asked, "Will you be attending his famous orgies?"
	"I don't know.  I guess so."
	"Can you get us it?"
	Maureen said, "Meg, what happened?  You used to be such a
prude."
	"I guess Mr. Wesley helped me connect with my inner slut."
	"Did you sleep with him?  How was it?"
	"Totally awesome.  I can't wait until I see him in a few weeks
so I can wrap my body around his wonderful prick.  I'm getting
excited just thinking about it."
	Rachael said, "We've never seen you like this before.  Have a
wonderful time with him."
	Later that week, Sarah came over to talk to her sister.
	Sarah said, "So, are you actually going to let him train you?"
	"Yes.  Mother said we owe him something, for helping her out."
	"I know Mother's story.   And I almost believe her. But you have
to take care of yourself.  Don't let her put a guilt trip on you
for something that is not your fault."
	"I know.  Besides what choice do I have?  I'm not trained at
anything except being pretty.  If I actually did work at Hooters,
I would probably miss up the orders and drop the drinks."
	"Have fun with him, but don't expect it to last.  Within a few
years, you'll get tired of the life style and he will be
searching for fresh meat.  He likes them young and innocent, like
you.  That way he can debauch you to his heart's content."
	"What happened with you and him?"
	"I was not so innocent.  I preferred to debauch myself."
	"What will happen to me when it's over?
	"You'll be fine.  Many men are attracted to women trained by Mr.
Wesley to become their lovers and mistresses.  Your new man would
probably not as wealthy as Mr. Wesley, but not as demanding. 
Like my Lord Fitzroy."
	"How many lovers have you had over the years?"
	"I try to get a new one every year, but I get bored easily.  If
they have no self-respect, many women actually become personal
escorts.   They can make some serious money.  They can make up to
a thousand dollars doing for themselves what they do for Mr.
Wesley for free."
	"Did you ever consider that?"
	"I did it some.  But having a titled Baron as a lover is some
how more respectable."
	Finally, Meghan had her mother drive her to Mr. Wesley's estate.
 She only brought a small suitcase, even though she might be
living there for a while.  
	Mr. Wesley said, "Thank you for committing yourself to me. I
hope you won't regret it.  I think that I and my organization
could truly benefit from a woman of your beauty and talent."
	"Why do I need to be trained?"
	"I believe that sexual satisfaction is key to a successful
business relationship.  I, along with my clients and associates,
expect a certain level of service.   Your job is to provide that
service.  Along the way, you will find keys to your own
satisfaction.
	Let me tell you a few rules.  First, you will live here the
entire training process. When you walk outside, or when you use
the pool or the gym, you will dress appropriately, but when you
are inside, you will only wear this."
	He showed her a brief black negligee. He then took her to a
small room.  The room had a bed, television, and computer. 
	He said, "You will live here.  This room is adjacent to the
master bedroom. I will expect complete access to your body.	 When
you sleep with me, you will be naked.  You will have sex with me,
or with anybody else, where, when and how I choose.  As I said,
the objective to learn to give and receive sexual pleasure.  You
may find some parts of the training rather intense.  You can stop
anytime you want, but if you refuse to do anything, or want to
leave, you will not be able to come back, and I will have no
further obligations to you."
	"How long with the training last?"
	"Usually, about six weeks.  It ends with an informal orgy, with
you as the guest of honor."
	`"Are all the clients men?"
	"We are a bit old fashioned in that regard.  I and a few
partners will pleasure some female clients ourselves.   Your
participation in lesbian encounters will be purely voluntary."
	"What happens when the training is over?"
	"You will live here, or my house in the city, but you will be
able to go and come as you please, as long as you are available
when I need you. "
	"I can't wait to get started."
	"First, sign this.  It just states that you understand what I
just said."
	Meghan signed without reading it.
	Mr., Wesley said, "Now strip and put on the negligee."
	Meghan rapidly shed her clothes.  She stood naked in the room,
proudly displaying her body.  She eyed his crotch inside his gym
clothes.   He walked up to her and tweaked her tits.  She sighed,
already excited. He put her arms around her and pulled her tight.
 She reached inside the elastic band of his gym slacks and gave
him a stroke.
	He instructed, "Get down on your knees and play with my prick."
	She lowered his slacks and shorts and began licking him.  
	He then instructed, "Stand up.'
	He removed his shirt and put one hand on her back.  With the
other, he gently rubbed her mound.
	He asked, "Do you want me to fuck you?"
	"Yes, very much."
	"Then ask me."
	"Please do it to me."
	"Please do what?"
	"Have sex with me."
	"Beg me to fuck you."
	"Please fuck me."
	"Beg me harder."
	"Fuck me. I need it.  Jam your cock into me."
	"Do you want it in your cunt?"
	"Yes!  Fuck my cunt!  Fuck me!"
	She was having trouble handling the frustration.  Mr. Wesley
backed her against the desk.  He entered her quickly.  She put
her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.   He continued to
jab against her until he felt her about to cum.  
	"Fuck me!   Fuck me hard!"  she yelled.
	He picked up his pace until he was hitting her like a
jackhammer.  
	"Yes!  I'm cumming!"  she yelled.
	He continued pulsing into her until he felt his prick explode
with pleasure.
	When he was finished, he pulled out of her.  
	He said, "Finish getting dressed withthe negligee.  Dinner will
be in an hour."
	Over the next two weeks, they had sex at least once a day, often
twice.  They employed a large variety of positions, both oral and
genital, including facing and from behind. Usually, he was on
top, but occasionally she was.   She had at least one orgasm each
time.  
	During the third week of training, Mr. Wesley introduced Meghan
to Siena and Bill.   Siena wore the same type of negligee as
Meghan, but Bill wore the same type of blazer as Mr. Wesley.  
	Mr. Wesley said, "Meghan, these are my friends.  Bill help runs
a speculative mutual fund."
	Bill said, "Howyadoin, kid."
	Meghan introduced herself to Siena, "Sei di Siena?  Come sua
contrade?"
	"Yes, my name is Siena, but I don't know what you want to
trade."
	"I asked you if you are from Siena, in Italy."
	"No, my parents just liked the name."
	Meghan later found out the Siena was a personal escort who had
been initially trained by Mr. Wesley.   He was one of her best
clients.  
	They had dinner and talked, mostly about where Siena and Bill
lived and worked.
After dinner, Meghan expected Siena and Bill to leave together. 
Instead, Siena left with Mr. Wesley.
	Mr. Wesley said, "Meghan, tonight you have to entertain Bill. 
It is not good for you to just get used to one man."
	Siena said, cattily, "Have fun with him, dear.  Not every man is
as gentle as our Mr. Wesley."
	Meghan did not like Bill.   She thought is manner crude and his
English un-grammatical.  She wondered whether sex with him would
be something to be endured rather than enjoyed.  At first, Bill
confirmed her suspicions.
	When they went upstairs, Bill seized her roughly.  
	He ordered, "On your knees, cunt.  Take it out and suck as if
you loved it."
	She tried to comply.  She opened his slacks and pushed down his
under shorts. She grabbed his prick with her lips, hoping that a
quick fellatio would satisfy him.  He grabbed her hair, and
thrust into her mouth.  She was willing to let him fuck her face,
but he had other ideas.
	He ordered, "Stand up and take my clothes."
	He went behind her and felt beneath her negligee.  He fondled
her slit, getting her excited in spite of herself.  He roughly
picked at her breasts, until the nipples stiffened.  He pulled
the negligee off her body.  
	He declared, "Grab onto the wall.  I'm going to fuck you like a
bitch."
	When he entered her, all reluctance melted away.   She eagerly
bucked back at him, getting them both excited.  He mashed her
breasts.  He slapped her ass, making her even more excited.   
	She yelled, "Slap me. Pinch me. Make me cum."
	The slaps of his pelvis against her ass were the only sounds in
the room.  He hit her again, until she felt a powerful surge
seize her body.  
	"You're making me cum,' she yelled.
	As soon as her orgasm subsided, he pulled out, even though he
was not finished.
Instead, he aimed his rod at her anus. He was wet from her cum
fluids/
	She yelled, "Not my ass.   You'll hurt me."
	He grunted, "Shut up and take it.  Most sluts like it in the
ass, especially after a thorough reaming."
	He was hard but not that big.  Meghan was too aroused to care.
 He eased into her rectum, at the same time rubbing her clit.   
	He grunted, "I'm going to cum in your tight ass, and you are
going to like it."
	He increased the speed at which he penetrated her.  She relaxed
enough to accept him and move along with him.   Soon they set up
a rhythm.
	"Fuck my ass," she screamed.
	He pounded her until poured out a massive load into her hot
rectum.  His ejaculation was enough to send her over the edge
again.  After he came, he pulled her over to the bed.  He pointed
to his still hard prick.	
	"Suck on it, " he ordered.
	"But it was in my ass.  Let me wash it, and then I'll go down on
you."
	She rinsed him with a washcloth, and then proceeded to suck and
lick him until he was almost ready to cream.
	He grunted, "I want to cream all over those luscious tits."
	He climbed on top of her and positioned his rigid cock in the
valley between her breasts.  He pressed her tits together to form
a tunnel.  He moved like a train inside the tunnel until he
released a flow that bounced against her chin.  She tried and
failed to catch most of it.  
	When he was finished, he said, "You are a very good little cunt.
 I hope I can fuck you again, soon."
	Over the next few weeks of training Meghan took five different
strangers, but she still preferred Mr. Wesley.
	Bill left the next day, but Siena stay at the estate.  She and
Mr. Wesley took Meghan to a special room next to the main
bedroom.
	Mr. Wesley said, "Meghan, tonight we want to try something
special. Take off your negligee.   We'll be right back."
	When they returned, Mr. Wesley said, "These are toy handcuffs. 
You can buy them in any sex store.  Give me your wrists."
	Meghan was excited by what she thought was about to happen.  Mr.
Wesley clamped the cuffs on one hand, while Siena did the other.
They pushed her down on the bed, and tied her hands.   They then
grabbed her legs and tied them apart.  
	Siena chuckled, "Your body is at our mercy, Meghan.  Let's see
how much you can take."
	Mr. Wesley added, "Your safe word is albatross.  When you say
albatross, we will stop whatever we are doing."
	Siena was slightly jealous of Meghan because she knew that when
the training was over, Meghan would have priority in Mr. Wesley's
bed.  Siena wanted both the freedom and money of a personal
escort and the security of working for Mr. Wesley, and she was
frustrated that she couldn't have both. 
	Nevertheless, Siena took advantage of Meghan's helpless
condition to feast on her sex.  She bent over to lick her
nipples, and then moved down to her slit.  Meghan began moaning
with the assault to her body.
	Meghan said, "I didn't know that Siena was a lesbian."
	Mr. Wesley replied, "Many sexy women have a lesbian side, even
if they don't often show it."
	Meghan was growing more frustrated that she could not move when
Siena started to lick her clitoris.   She bucked and pulled
against the cuffs.  She cried out as the tension grew unbearable.
 Siena continued to play with her until Meghan's body demanded
release.  The release came with powerful vibration that filled
her body.
	Meghan lay back, breathless.  
	Mr. Wesley observed, "Meghan, that was only the beginning."
	He pulled a vibrating dildo from the desk and inserted it in
Meghan's sensitive cunt.  Meghan had seen such things in college,
but had never experienced one.  Siena moved it in and out of
Meghan's slit, setting up a crisis of sensations.   Siena then
left it there to crowd out any other feeling Meghan had.  Siena
then moved to lick Mr. Wesley's growing cock.  
	Meghan had one powerful orgasm after another, as the dildo
penetrated her being.  Finally, she had had enough.
	"Stop! Stop!  I can't take any more!" Meghan cried.
	"Albatross, Meghan?"  Mr. Wesley asked.
	"Yes.  Albatross!  For the love of God, Albatross."
	Mr. Wesley removed the vibrator, and he had Siena released the
hand and ankle cuffs.  Meghan lay back, weak and confused.
	Siena warned, "We're not finished with you yet, Meghan.  Lick
me, or I'll put the vibrator back in."
	Siena removed her negligee and lowered herself on Meghan's face.
 Meghan seized her shaved bush and lavished it with kisses.  
Siena turned over, pulling Meghan on top of her.  
	Mr. Wesley ordered, "Lick her, Meghan.  Make her cum.  While you
do that, I'll do you.  But I'm not going to let you cum until she
does."
	Mr. Wesley positioned himself behind Meghan and moved into her.
He tried to keep pace with Meghan's ministrations on Siena.  
When he saw that Siena was about to explode, he said, "Let's all
three cum at the same time."
	Meghan had just enough self-control to release at the same time
that Siena and Mr. Wesley did.   When they were finished, they
lay next to each other, cuddling and fondling each other until
they fell asleep.  
	Mr. Wesley observed, "Meghan, your training is going very well.
You will be ready to finish on time."
	When the six weeks were up, Meghan asked, "When do I graduate
from the training program?"
	"You actually graduate now.  An orgy in your honor is simply a
way for everyone to see what a great slut you've become.   You
get to have all the cock you want."
	"Oh, goody."
	On the night of Meghan's orgy, about two dozen of Mr. Wesley's
friends, associates and clients gathered in the party room of his
estate. 
	He stood up and announced, "Gentlemen, please welcome the newest
member of my succulent and compliant female staff, Ms. Meghan
O'Connor.  Meghan is well educated in language and social skills
and in satisfying all your erotic whims."
	Four female escorts brought Meghan into the room.  She was
dressed in a flowing cape.  They toured the room, and them
removed her cape.  Meghan thrust out her chest and displayed her
body to the expectant crowd.  The women brought her to a large
bed in the middle of the room.   They pushed her down on it and
began licking and fondling her body.
	While Meghan was getting excited, Mr. Wesley walked over to her.
 He removed his robe, and approached Siena. She licked him, while
the other three escorts continued to fondle Meghan.  He then eyed
her dripping mound.  He thrust into her, making her squeak.  He
rapidly brought her off, until they were both squirting.  
	When Mr. Wesley was finished, he asked, "Do you want more cock,
Meghan."
	"Yes.  More cock.  More cock."
	Two men got up and turned her over.  One took her mouth, and one
took her cunt.  They both thrust with abandon, taking turns with
position, until they also flooded her body.   Next three men
approached her.  One made her sit on his erection, one had her
swallow his rod, and the third penetrated her rectum.  They also
changed positions until they had her cumming multiple times.  
	Through the evening, men took turns with Meghan, as she
continually cried for more cock.  Those who could not wait, let
one of the escorts fellatio them and finally ejaculate all over
her body.   
	After several hours, Mr. Wesley announced, "Is there any one
else who wants to sample Meghan?  This may be your last chance
for several months."
	When no one else arose, Mr. Wesley and two escorts lead her off
the bed.  She was a slimy mess of sweat and cum.   They took her
to her room, washed her off, and put her to bed. 
	The next morning, Mr. Wesley asked her how she felt.
	"Good, but a bit sore," she replied.
	"Good.   Get dressed in street clothes.  We are going to my
house in the city.  I will give you an American Express card to
buy some additional clothes.   We are going to Vienna next
Wednesday.  I put off the trip to give you time to get ready."
	Meghan met Sarah at Mr. Wesley's house.  The sisters went
shopping for clothes.
	Meghan commented, "Wasn't the orgy wonderful?  I loved being his
slut.  Some of the men were not great lovers, but Mr. Wesley was
always available."
	Sarah replied, "I don't know.  I didn't get that far. As I said,
I prefer to debauch myself."
	
	
 

	
	
	

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