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Mary's Story
by Anonymous (address withheld)

***

A young oversexed girl, the victim of a gang rape, 
becomes promiscuous in high school. She is recruited 
as an escort for lonely business men and women. One of 
her clients fulfills her wildest fantasies and changes 
her life. (MMF, nc, rp, 1st, mast rom, prost, gb)

***

The Fall, Rise, and Redemption of a Society Prostitute

I have been happily married for the last five years to 
a wonderful man whom I love deeply. He is a successful 
writer of adventure and detective stories but, like 
many writers, has trouble describing the inner 
thoughts of the opposite sex. I am writing this story 
of my life at his request because he doesn't want 
either of us to forget our roots and, I suspect, 
because he wants to use some of the more torrid 
portions to inspire his own writings. His last two 
novels were very well received and sold well but 
several critics suggested that his sex scenes needed a 
little more spice. My narrative has enough spice for 
the both of us. 

The story is based both on my memory and on scraps of 
diaries that I kept to record my innermost thoughts. I 
wanted it to be as objective as I could make it so It 
is written in the third person. The events I describe 
are all true, sometimes painfully true, but the names 
are false. I know my real name and so does my husband 
but there is no reason for the rest of the world to 
know it. In the off chance that this story is ever 
published I can claim plausible deniability. If 
politicians can get away with it, so can I.

So you can just call me "Mary." I suppose I could have 
written "Call me Ishmael" but I understand that line 
has already been used. My little joke.

- - - - - - -

Mary was raised in a small, middle class suburb of 
Boston. Her parents were hard working and left the 
kids pretty much alone. She was a feisty, athletic 
child. The boys usually picked her early to be on 
their soccer or baseball teams and treated her like 
one of the guys. Her parents enrolled her in a 
gymnastics class after school. After a few years of 
training she developed a nice toned athletic body. 

Mary showed a real talent for gymnastics. She won 
several regional competitions and her teacher wanted 
her to try out for the U.S. Olympic team. Then Mary 
started to mature. She got taller and her breasts 
grew. That pretty well put an end to her dream of 
being a gymnast. Most gymnasts are tiny and compact. 
It's all a power to weight thing.

Mary was embarrassed by her breasts throughout grade 
school. She didn't change her mind until she was in 
middle school when she discovered how much the boys 
liked them. By the time she was twelve, she was a C 
cup, perhaps even bigger. As her breasts grew the 
boy's attitude toward her changed. Some seemed shy, 
others would try to bump into her on purpose, brushing 
her tits as they went by. She noticed that when some 
boys looked at her in class their pants would bulge 
and they had trouble standing up. One of her 
girlfriends told her that the sight of her big titties 
was giving the boys "hard-ons". Finally one of the 
teachers said, "Don't be too proud of your endowments. 
Remember what happened to Saint Agnes."

Since Mary hadn't the slightest idea what happened to 
Saint Agnes, she went to the library to look it up. 
She learned that Saint Agnes was a very religious girl 
who wouldn't sleep with the Emperor's son. As one of 
her punishments he had her breasts cut off and made 
her bring them to him on a plate. Then she was 
executed. For that she was made a saint. That's what 
the teacher meant by her endowments. 

As soon as she got home after school, she went into 
the bathroom to check her breasts. Before that 
afternoon they had just been body parts, but obviously 
everybody thought that they were of some importance. 
She looked at her orange sized tits very carefully and 
touched them all over. She didn't want to bring her 
breasts to anyone on a plate. She wanted them right 
where they belonged. Her nipples were pink little 
bumps about the size of a raisin. They got hard when 
she took cold showers. Her nipples felt good when she 
stroked them with her fingers. Mary was surprised that 
her nipples got hard when she rolled them between her 
thumb and forefinger. She played with her titties most 
of the afternoon and was surprised by the sensations 
she could give herself. It was even better if she 
pressed her hand on her cunny at the same time. Her 
body started shaking, she tensed up, and a really good 
feeling swept over her. It was her first small climax.

After that she fondled her breasts every time she got 
the opportunity. She would cup her boobies in her 
hands and try to pull them up to her mouth to suck the 
nipples. They were not quite big enough to get into 
her mouth but by pulling hard and bending her head 
down she could lick the sensitive tips. It felt really 
good. She washed her titties extra-long in the shower 
and rubbed them at night when she went to bed. When 
her Mom got one of those little electric toothbrushes 
with a rotating head, she would bush her teeth. Then 
she would massage her nipples with the wet toothbrush 
head. Mary would work it around and around the nipples 
and watch them grow. It was like little jolts of 
electricity to her sensitive titties. 

If the rotating toothbrush head felt so good on her 
nipple, Mary wondered how it would feel on her clitty. 
She had only touched her clitoris with her finger when 
she was bathing. Mary decided to give it a try. It was 
a daring act for a naive teen. Her mom told her that 
her genitals were an off limits area and no one should 
touch them. She made sure the brush was good and wet 
and gingerly applied it to her pussy. She slowly 
worked her way up to her clitoris. The first touch of 
the vibrating, rotating head was a shock. 

She could feel the vibrations through her entire body, 
up to her earlobes. Then she moved the toothbrush head 
directly to her clitoris. It was intense. She had 
never felt such direct sexy stimulation when playing 
with her boobies. With the toothbrush exciting her 
clit and her other hand rolling and pinching her 
nipple, Mary shuddered through her first real orgasm. 
It was excruciatingly pleasurable. Mary's young body 
started shaking. Her legs tensed up and started moving 
of their own accord. She got a really "good" feeling 
in her pussy. This was a genuine orgasm, not yet the 
screaming, earth shaking kind. But much better than 
the little genital teasers she had given herself. Mary 
knew that bigger delights were yet to come.

Her Mom could hear the brush going from outside the 
bathroom and complimented Mary on her attention to 
dental hygiene. If she only knew.

When Mary got into high school, she was required to 
take a sex education class. The teacher talked about 
the evils of masturbation. Mary thought she meant that 
she was to stop playing with her tits and her 
toothbrush. Then the other girls showed her that there 
were some things she could do with her body that were 
even more fun than touching her tits. Mary discovered 
that she could make herself cum if she leaned her body 
against the washing machine during the spin cycle. She 
would straddle the edge of the washer, press the 
corner against her cunt, and lean over to mash her 
boobies on the top of the machine. The vibrations gave 
her a decent orgasm in about two minutes. If the 
machine had a big load, she could do it twice. Mary 
was in total ecstasy doing the washing. 

Mary had mixed feelings about still being a virgin at 
fifteen, going on sixteen. Many of her classmates had 
had sex already and one girl was even pregnant. Mary 
didn't have any idea of what real sex was like but if 
it was at all like what she could do to herself it 
must be wonderful. What would it feel like to get 
fucked? Mary simply loved the thrill of cumming. She 
couldn't wait to have real sex. 

It's too bad that she had to behave properly in 
school. She imagined herself standing in the middle of 
the school lunchroom. She would take off all her 
clothes, lie on a table, and let everyone fuck her. In 
her fantasy the boys had no clothes. Just the sight of 
her nude body would give all the boys big erections. 
It was like the boys getting "hard-ons" in grade 
school except that she could see their rigid cocks 
sticking out instead of just bulging their pants. They 
would play with her tits and her pussy until she was 
on the verge of cumming. It was just like she would do 
to herself. Then they would stick their cocks into her 
cunt and really fuck her until they both orgasmed. 
Each boy would take his turn and she would cum over 
and over. In her imagination she could have all the 
sex she wanted. The boys would give her real orgasms 
instead of the tiny ones she gave herself. She would 
be queen of the hive. A true sex goddess.

Wouldn't that be something? 

Mary's boobs got her noticed by the boys in high 
school but few of them actually got a chance to 
actually touch her tits. She didn't date much because 
her parents felt that she was too young. She went out 
with only a select few boys, those her parents deemed 
to be acceptable. Occasionally her dates would sneak a 
feel of her breasts. If they were lucky they would get 
their hands on her bare flesh. Mary would let them 
touch for a few seconds before she pulled away. She 
giggled a lot and told them that they were naughty but 
was rather pleased that they made the attempt.

Her most frequent date, Dave, was a year older than 
many of her classmates and had a driver's license. He 
seemed a responsible boy. They went to movies together 
and occasionally hugged and kissed a bit. It wasn't 
particularly sexy but Mary liked it. After a few 
dates, Mary allowed him to put his hands under her 
loose sweater and touch her breasts. She liked him to 
run his fingers around the bottom of her boobs feeling 
and cupping the flesh before he moved his fingers to 
her nipples. Mary loved to have her nipples touched. 
When Dave did it they got very hard. So hard they 
almost hurt. It felt better when he fondled her than 
when she did it to herself. She really wanted to pull 
her breasts out of her sweater and shove the stiff 
nipples in Dave's gaping mouth. If he sucked her 
titties hard enough she might even have a little 
orgasm. But, of course, she didn't dare. 

Eventually they both got the courage to let Dave 
explore further. When they went to matinee movies, it 
was often still light when they drove home. Dave would 
park the car in a secluded spot. If she felt 
particularly courageous, Mary would loosen her bra, 
then let Dave open her button down sweater and play 
with her breasts in the fading daylight. Mary was very 
proud of her womanly tits. They were big but they were 
very nice looking, firm and symmetrical. 

They looked much better than the tiny pimples that 
adorned the chests of most of her female classmates. 
She loved to see Dave caressing her breasts. He would 
swirl his fingers around her areolas and gently pull 
at the nubs. It felt so nice. He could make her 
nipples get almost as big as little thimbles. If the 
date had gone particularly well, Mary would put her 
hands around a tit and hold it up for Dave to kiss. 
When he twirled his tongue around her nipple and 
sucked, she would feel twinges in her pussy. It wasn't 
really sex. Just a little naughty petting. She 
intended to keep her virginity intact until she got 
married or found someone she really loved.

Within a couple of months Mary got up enough courage 
to let Dave put his hand in her panties and touched 
her pussy. But just on the surface. Just the pussy 
lips and clit. She wouldn't permit him to put his 
fingers inside. It wasn't like they were doing 
anything bad. Just touching. If he sucked her tittie 
and rubbed her pussy for a while she could have had a 
small climax. Enough to make her feel 'nice'. After 
she came, she would kiss him and hug him.

While they were kissing Dave's cock would become 
stiff. Mary could feel it harden against her leg. 
During one of their necking sessions he quietly 
unzipped his fly and let his bare cock stick out. Mary 
was totally unaware of his protruding penis until he 
took her hand in his and brought it down to his rigid 
cock. Mary quickly pulled her hand away. But after a 
few more minutes of kissing and hugging her curiosity 
overwhelmed her prudence and she reached down to touch 
it. It was not as creepy as she expected. The cock was 
both hard and resilient with a big spongy head. She 
put her fingers around his penis. Dave closed his hand 
around hers and moved both hands up and down, rubbing 
his prick. 

"So this is what goes in my pussy," Mary thought. 
"It's so big. Maybe we can try to put it in just a 
little way sometime. Not all the way though. I want to 
be a virgin when I get married. But Dave's cock feels 
so good."

While Mary stroked his hard cock Dave made the most 
appreciative noises. After a few more dates she was 
giving him hand jobs while he fondled her pussy and 
sucked her tits. The first time they mutually climaxed 
was in his car a couple of weeks before the sophomore 
prom. She tensed and shuddered, delighted in the 
feelings from her pussy. He moaned when a sticky white 
cum came out of the end of his penis. After she wiped 
her hands and his prick with Kleenex, they hugged and 
kissed. She agreed to go to the prom as his date and 
had visions of dancing the night away. He, in turn, 
had visions of getting in her pants.

Mary lost her virginity in a drunken all night party 
after the sophomore prom. The party was supposed to be 
private to be attended only by a couple of dozen close 
friends. They wanted to relax after the rigors of the 
sophomore semester. All changed to casual clothes. The 
boys took off their rented tuxedos, and the girls 
doffed their formal gowns. The party was hosted by a 
boy whose parents were conveniently away for the 
weekend. He had promised his folks that no alcohol was 
to be served. But, of course, word of the party had 
gotten around and it was crashed by a number of older 
boys, most of whom brought six packs and bottles of 
stronger refreshments.

There was a lot of loud music and dancing. Everyone 
seemed to be enjoying themselves. Mary danced up a 
storm. She was not a drinker and quenched her thirst 
with several large glasses of fruit punch. Unknown to 
her, one of the crashers had spiked the punch with two 
whole bottles of vodka. Mary was thirsty. The punch 
tasted good but after a couple of big glasses 
everything seemed dreamlike. The room whirled and she 
had difficulty keeping her balance. In a daze Mary 
staggered to an unoccupied bedroom and lay down on the 
bed. After a brief search, Dave, her date, found her. 
Somehow her dress came undone and she felt his hands 
on her titties. 

She knew she should stop him but it felt so good. It 
was so romantic. Another minute wouldn't hurt. She lay 
back to enjoy the sensation. His mouth sucked her 
nipple. They had done this before in a parked car. His 
fingers moved down her body until they found her 
pussy. He pulled her panties aside and his fingers 
touched her bare skin. She had let him do this too but 
only if he just played with her pussy lips and fondled 
her clitoris. She never let him put his finger inside. 
The feeling was wonderful. Just like necking in a car 
after a movie. She always liked that. If he kept doing 
what he was doing she might even have a gentle climax. 
The lovely feeling was interrupted by Dave's hard cock 
penetrating her vagina. 

"No!" Mary cried. "Don't do that. I'm still a virg..." 
She never got a chance to finish the sentence. 

Her cunt was wet from Dave's sex play and she felt his 
cock slide in. It was as big as she remembered it and 
filled up the virgin channel. He pushed hard. There 
was a quick sharp pain as the cock burst her 
maidenhead. She tried to get up but he held her down. 
He worked his cock back and forth, driving the full 
length into her cunt. Even in her dazed state Mary 
realized that she was getting fucked for the first 
time, raped really because she didn't want him to do 
it. His thrusts seemed to continue forever. Finally he 
came. She could feel the warm spurt of his semen in 
her cunt. Even in her dazed state she recalled the 
dire warnings of her Sex-Ed teacher and was sure she 
was now pregnant.

Mary almost passed out for a few moments. Dave's hands 
and prick were replaced by others. New sets of hands 
felt up her bare tits, new mouths sucked and even bit 
her breasts, and new cocks filled her vagina. She 
tried to resist but the hands and cocks kept coming. 
Her bra and panties were stripped away. Boys she 
didn't know would come into the bedroom and crawl on 
top of her body. They would grab her breasts, press 
and squeeze them, put them into their mouths and suck 
and bite. They would drive their cocks into her cunt. 
They fucked her violently. She could feel the hot 
pulses of semen as they came. 

"Help me," she pleaded. "I'm afraid. I'm a virgin. I 
never had sex before." But no one paid attention. 
"What's going to happen to me?" she cried. "Don't hurt 
me." 

Boys took turns fucking her and holding her body from 
moving. Her lovely romantic encounter had turned into 
a gang bang. She was aware that she was being 
repeatedly and forcefully raped. Her big breasts were 
pulled, twisted and even bitten. Her body was being 
used as a sex toy. She tried to stop them but they 
were holding her down and she couldn't fight back. It 
went on and on until she didn't have the strength to 
resist. 

Mary was in a daze, lying on her back, her dress open, 
bare tits hanging out, bloody cunt gaping. She rolled 
back and forth on the bed, unable to rise. She was 
wide open to be used by anyone who wanted her. Almost 
every male at the party did. It was a teen age boy's 
sex dream, a pretty girl, albeit one with breasts 
suited to a woman twice her size, lying ready to be 
fucked. Half-drunk boys fucked her repeatedly. 
Sometimes the same one did her several times. Mary 
could only lie back and let them all cum in her 
sloppy, bloody cunt. She could hear the squishy sounds 
as they pistoned their pricks in and out and could 
feel the dribbles of sperm roll down her legs. It was 
a nightmare that seemed to go on for hours.

She couldn't believe that it was happening to her. It 
had to be an alcohol fueled hallucination. In her hazy 
state Mary's mind seemed to dissociate from her body. 
It was a true out of body experience. She had the 
strange feeling of being an observer, looking at her 
half nude body writhing on the bed. It was as if she 
was watching another person being molested despite the 
fact that she could feel everything that was being 
done to her. 

She could see her breasts getting groped and her 
vagina being repeatedly penetrated. She watched one 
boy hold her shoulders, another her legs, while a 
third drove his cock into her gaping cunt. After a 
while the boys stopped holding her but she didn't 
attempt to rise. Hands pulled and mauled her big tits. 
Her breasts were bright pink and her nipples became 
blood red. They stood stiffer than she had ever seen 
them. 

She felt a hard cock pushing at her lips and she 
reflexively opened her mouth and started sucking. She 
didn't know whose penis it was. She grabbed it with 
her hand to stop it from driving too far into her 
throat and found she was giving the cock a hand job as 
well as a blow job. When the boy came, she swallowed 
the ejaculation to avoid choking. The cock was 
replaced by another, and another. Her body twisted 
back and forth on the bed as her orifices were 
penetrated. She had no memory of which of her 
classmates had fucked her and whom she had given a 
blow job.

Mary tried to resist becoming sexually aroused by the 
cocks plunging in and out of her cunt but her body 
betrayed her. The erect penises filled her vagina 
thoroughly, rubbed her pussy lips and massaged her 
clitoris. The pain was gone. She felt she was drowning 
in the depths of her darkest sexual fantasies. Mary 
had the fleeting thought that she wanted the rape to 
happen. She had lost all control of herself. 

It was no longer possible to distinguish between what 
she was really doing and what she dreamed about doing. 
She was getting fucked without accepting 
responsibility. It was her fantasy of being used by 
all the boys in the school lunchroom come true. But it 
wasn't a dream. These were real cocks being shoved 
into her and real hands on her tits. She was not a sex 
goddess but rather a piece of meat with cunt, tits, 
and mouth.

She knew that she was being brutally abused but what 
angered her most was the response of her body. Rather 
than lying placid, the girl on the bed actually 
appeared to enjoy what was being done to her. This 
wasn't supposed to happen. Rape was torture. But the 
girl twisted and bucked in obvious pleasure as 
enormous cocks fucked a cunt that swallowed them 
whole. Actually having sex, as opposed to dreaming 
about it, was a revelation. The sensations that Mary 
felt were much more intense than any she could 
imagine. The electric twinges that coursed through her 
system when masturbating were now lightning bolts. Her 
body was totally out of control, shaking and spasming. 

She was aware of shuddering to one climax after 
another. She would cum in a shattering orgasm. Her 
body seemed to know no limits. After each orgasm she 
would relax until another cock would enter her 
dripping cunt. The sexual signals that presaged a 
climax returned and she would be raised to an orgasm 
again. Mary's spasms, her gasps, and moans seemed to 
excite the cluster of boys surrounding her writhing 
body and they returned to drive their cocks into her 
cunt again and again. Her body seemed to be 
indefatigable. She came repeatedly, almost screaming, 
every time she climaxed. The passionate agony went on 
and on. God help her, she loved it. 

To her shame she remembered repeatedly shouting, "Yes, 
do it to me. Fuck me! Make me cum! I'm going to cum! 
I'm cumming now! I'M CUMMMING!" 

Other girls at the party had not escaped the orgy. 
Mary heard loud cries from the other bedrooms as 
several of her other female classmates were forcibly 
violated. Apparently the whole mass rape had been 
planned beforehand by the older boys.

The next morning she woke up in her own bed but she 
didn't remember going home. Probably one of the boys 
had dropped her off. She had blood on her clothes, her 
pussy hurt. Her sore titties had finger bruises and 
tooth marks. All she knew was that she had been 
thoroughly used. Her once virgin cunt had been fucked 
more times than she could remember. She had a 
recollection of giving blow jobs to an army of pricks 
and must have swallowed pints of cum. Mary dimly 
remembered her cries of pleasure at being repeatedly 
raped. She was totally ashamed of her actions. She had 
behaved no better than a street whore. 

Mary spent an hour in the shower, gargled and douched 
herself repeatedly in an effort to wash away any signs 
of abuse. She didn't tell her parents of her ordeal 
but some of the other girls told their folks. The town 
was outraged and the police launched an investigation. 
Many of the party crashing boy's parents were pretty 
well connected. Since everyone involved was a minor, 
no one was seriously injured, and there was no actual 
proof other than the alcoholic recollections of the 
abused girls, the whole incident got hushed up and was 
regarded as a regrettable youthful prank.

After the party, or maybe because of it, Mary became 
extremely popular with the boys. Since she was no 
longer a virgin there was no point in holding back. 
Almost every date ended in some form of sexual 
activity. She was embarrassed by the party incident 
but since she couldn't remember who had fucked her and 
whom she had sucked, she permitted almost any liberty 
on her dates. 

After all, the boy's cock might have been in her cunt 
or in her mouth before. She believed that her body was 
hers to enjoy and now she intended to enjoy it to the 
fullest. Mary simply gave in to her erotic nature. If 
her body wanted sex she would allow it to have as much 
sex as it could handle. Mary would go along for the 
ride.

Mary discovered that during sex she was a talker and, 
when she had a climax, a screamer. The words just 
seemed to come out. She would vocalize her feelings to 
her partner, sometimes very explicitly. A big part of 
her sexual arousal was verbal. She wasn't at all 
reluctant to discuss her body in a very objective way. 
Even while she played with herself at home, she talked 
to herself about what she was doing to her boobs and 
her cunt. When she was having real sex with a lover 
Mary would keep up a running conversation, telling him 
to touch this, or lick that. She wasn't being bossy 
about it. She just wanted to increase their mutual 
satisfaction.

If she was feeling particularly horny, on the evenings 
when she didn't have a date, she would enjoy the 
pleasures of her body herself. She didn't think of it 
as masturbation. Masturbation was evil. Rather she was 
just relaxing herself for a good night's sleep. Sex 
for one was often better than sex for two. Mary liked 
the feeling of a cock in her cunt, especially if it 
was used by an expert. But she found in high school 
that she could often give herself better climaxes than 
she got with many of the boys she dated. Usually with 
guys it was over too quickly. 

When she pleasured herself she could spend as much 
time as she wanted on whatever gave her the most 
satisfaction. She also learned that, while she 
probably was not truly multi-orgasmic, she could have 
several orgasms in a single session if properly 
stimulated. She also had a very short latency period 
between climaxes. Her youth helped her recover quickly 
and, of course, she knew just how to touch herself to 
make herself cum.

When she undressed for bed she admired herself in the 
bathroom mirror, turning all around so that she could 
get a good view. She saw the reflection of a very 
attractive young woman with a good athletic figure, 
nice hips and a small waist. Her boobs were 
spectacular. Mary was aware that she wasn't the most 
attractive girl in school, at least judging by the 
criteria of the fashion magazines. There were several 
that would clearly precede her on the cover of Vogue 
magazine.

Mary's face was perky and cute but too young and naive 
looking to be on such a sexy, womanly body. It 
promised a combination of worldliness and innocence. 
From the neck up she looked like an attractive 14 year 
old. Her cheeks were pink and a bit pudgy. She wore 
her hair in a ponytail and used a minimum of makeup. 
Mary could pass for a Playboy centerfold version of 
every man's little sister or the young girl next door. 
One of her friends suggested that she resembled Leslie 
Caron in the film "Gigi," a young girl's face on a 
courtesan's body. Mary read that all men wanted to 
fuck their little sister. No wonder all the men she 
met wanted to fuck her. If she was a man she would 
want to fuck the girl in the mirror herself. 

Still Mary was thankful that she had lucked out in the 
genetic appearance sweepstakes. She knew she had a few 
flaws, of course. She felt that her legs, and in fact 
all her muscles, were too well defined. Her calves and 
thighs were a bit too solid, her face too young. Mary 
didn't quite meet the ideals of the models in Playboy. 
She also knew that her "flaws" added to her sexuality 
and probably drove her boyfriends crazy. But like most 
girls she wanted to be perfect. Or at least as perfect 
as the girls in the fashion magazines.

Mary's biggest flaw was the one that didn't show in 
the mirror and was the hardest to acknowledge. She had 
very weak impulse control, especially when it came to 
sex. If she wanted to do it, she did it. She simply 
delighted in the feelings that her very sexually 
responsive body would let her experience. Mary found 
it very easy to start making love, either to a partner 
or to herself, and very hard to stop. Her body was her 
private amusement park and she had a free pass on all 
the rides.

Mary dropped out of the local community college after 
her third year when she got an offer to appear in a 
Boston tryout for a Broadway play. But her acting 
career didn't pan out quite the way she thought. The 
play never made it to Broadway. She did receive 
favorable reviews, not for her acting, but for her 
very sensuous stage presence. The reviewer wrote that 
no man in the audience could take his eyes off her. He 
felt that Mary's eroticism actually detracted from the 
play. When she was onstage, it was difficult to pay 
attention to what was being said by the other 
characters.

Her performance attracted the attention of a recruiter 
for Simon Business Systems. This was an office temp 
agency for legal and financial firms in Boston. It 
supplied highly trained professionals to handle 
overload work. The agency also ran an escort service 
for the same firms in case some out of town clients 
needed distraction for the evening. The recruiter made 
Mary an offer she couldn't refuse. All she would have 
to do was "be nice" to a few out of town 
businesspeople, in other words dine and eventually 
sleep with them. She would receive a couple of hundred 
dollars for an evening's work. It was hardly work at 
all, sex was something she regularly did for free and 
she was also very good at it. 

After an evening of soul searching Mary took the job. 
She didn't have many choices at this point. She could 
work as an understudy at the theater, attending 
audition after audition in the hope of getting some 
small part, or she could capitalize on her present 
assets, an attractive body and a real talent for sex. 
She knew, that like professional athletes, her 
physical attributes would eventually deteriorate. Why 
not make use of herself, her tits, her cunt, her legs 
while she was in her prime? She was like a piece of 
perfectly ripe fruit that had to be eaten before it 
spoiled. It isn't as if she would hate the work. 
Besides, it would give her a chance to get a decent 
apartment of her own.

Mr. Simon had an experienced escort show her the 
ropes. She learned how to set up appointments with 
clients, what hotels to use, how to behave herself as 
a "trophy" girlfriend, and how to deal with clients 
who became aggressive. She was accompanied by the 
experienced escort on a few assignments where the 
client requested, and paid, for a twosome. Eventually 
she was deemed ready to solo. The agency would set up 
the "dates" and handle all the financial transactions. 
It was a truly professional operation.

Mary had mornings and afternoons free. She spent the 
time shopping, after all she had an apartment to 
furnish. Then she would go to the gym for an hour of 
exercise, grab a quick lunch, and attend an acting 
class at a local drama school. She always hoped that 
she would eventually end up on the Broadway stage. 
Until evening Mary was just a normal 20ish single 
woman in a big city. 

After dark, depending on her client's expectations, 
Mary put on her "go to work" clothes for an evening at 
a fine restaurant and/or the theater. Her 
undergarments were always very feminine and in the 
latest fashion since Mary knew that they might 
eventually be on display. They were also designed to 
be removed quickly. Fortunately Mary had no hang ups 
about her figure. She was a great piece of ass and she 
knew it.

It a short time she developed a regular stable of 
clients. Most were older business men who were 
entranced by Mary's young face on her very sexy body. 
Indeed, with a little imagination, they could have 
been fucking their daughters or younger sisters. In 
fact one client repeatedly called her by his 
daughter's name while Mary was sucking his cock. On 
rare occasions she was asked to accompany a visiting 
business woman. These were not always intended to be 
sexual liaisons. Often single women were reluctant to 
go to public places, restaurants, and shows on their 
own. With Mary at her side, it could be a 
mother/daughter excursion appropriate for a college 
town. 

A typical date was quite pleasant. The client would 
usually take her to an expensive restaurant, wine and 
dine her, and then take her to a show or night club. 
Often they attended some event where the client would 
discuss business with his peers.

Mary was an arm decoration whom the client sometimes 
used to distract attention from a critical business 
issue. Men found it difficult to concentrate on the 
finer points of finance in the presence of a beautiful 
girl with a stupendous set of boobs. Once in a while 
the client requested Mary to dress as a college 
student so he could introduce her as his daughter to 
avoid being typed as a dirty old man. Boston was 
ringed with colleges so the deception was easy to 
carry off.

Mary was usually requested to spend a few hours in the 
client's hotel room after the date. Male or female, it 
made little difference. It gave the business person a 
chance to engage in a little discrete sex while away 
from home. Mary's lovely body would be fully used and 
no one would ever know.

She got paid her regular fee by the agency whether she 
slept with the client or not. But much of her income 
depended on tips given her by grateful clients. And 
that, of course, depended on the client's 
satisfaction. Mary was very good at figuring out what 
the client wanted and relied on her considerable 
acting skills to be the perfect companion for the 
evening. While not on the Broadway stage, Mary was the 
consummate actress she always wanted to be.

Mary was rarely turned on by these dates although she 
did get the chance to eat in a lot of upscale 
restaurants and see most of the new shows that came to 
town. She seldom had a real climax since she knew that 
her personal arousal would detract from her ability to 
act a part. She massaged her client's egos and faked 
her climaxes so successfully that she convinced her 
male clients that they were a reincarnation of 
Casanova and her female clients that they were Marlene 
Dietrich. When the client left, Mary often had to 
relieve her frustration manually. So her "work" day 
was extended by at least an hour while she pleasured 
herself to one or more orgasms.

In all her experience as an escort Mary had never had 
a climax with a female client. Except for one 
occasion. Her business woman "date" for the evening 
was an attorney from Atlanta who came to Boston to 
approve the terms of a contract between two large 
corporations. Because of bad flying weather, one of 
the principals was delayed and the attorney, Sarah, 
had to remain in Boston over the weekend.

Sarah was staying at an upscale hotel in the Back Bay 
section of Boston. When Sarah opened her hotel room 
door, Mary was astonished. Sarah was huge, not fat, 
just big. She was well over six and a half feet tall. 
A giantess. Sarah was very nicely formed but of 
Amazonian proportions. She smelled fresh, of soap and 
water as if she had stepped out of a bath. Mary 
thought she could have been a model for the larger 
than life sized statue of justice in front of the 
county courthouse.

"Before you ask," said Sarah, "no, I didn't play 
basketball. I did play competitive volley ball and 
beach volley ball though. All my family is very tall. 
It's hell to buy clothes that fit."

Mary was expected to spend the evening with this 
outsized woman and entertain her as best she could. 
The attorney was at least a decade older than Mary, in 
her late 30s. She was in very good shape, much heavier 
than Sara, of course, but the weight was well 
distributed. Mostly to her breasts, Mary thought. 
Their evening was very pleasant. They had an early 
dinner at a fine restaurant, then took in a touring 
Broadway play. When they returned to the hotel, they 
stopped for a drink in the hotel's posh lounge. 

Sarah wore an expensive low cut blouse that showed an 
impressive amount of cleavage. The blouse was cut so 
low that the upper part of Sarah's large areolas 
peeked out whenever she leaned forward. The sight drew 
Mary's eyes like a magnet. Sarah's nipples pushed 
little bumps on the front of the blouse. A couple of 
guys at an adjacent table must have liked what they 
saw too. They tried to hit on both women but a severe 
glance from Sarah frightened them away. 

During their conversation Sarah told Mary that she was 
not a lesbian even though she had hired a female 
escort for the evening. She had a husband and three 
kids at home whom she claimed to love dearly. Her last 
child was only 6 months old and she was still nursing 
it. That, Sarah said, probably accounted for the size 
of her breasts.

When they left the lounge, Sarah invited Mary in for a 
goodnight drink in her hotel room. Mary didn't expect 
anything intimate to happen. Frankly she was a bit 
intimidated by Sarah's size. She had never gone to bed 
with such a big woman. It would be like sleeping with 
the Statue of Liberty.

Sarah didn't intend to bed Mary either. The "date" was 
supposed to be a simple dinner and theatre evening. 
But when she saw Mary's sexy compact body, her great 
legs and beautiful tits, Sarah's cunt overcame her 
common sense. She suddenly felt an overpowering urge 
to have sex with her beautiful companion. It was an 
irresistible impulse. She wanted to ravish Mary's body 
so much that her legs were shaking and she had to 
steady the key with both hands before she could open 
the room door. 

The moment the door closed, Sarah's full lips were 
planted on Mary's mouth. Her tongue pushed between 
Mary's lips in the most intimate of French kisses. 
With a single movement she lifted Mary off her feet 
and deposited her on the hotel room bed. Sarah was big 
enough and strong enough to do whatever she wanted 
with Mary. The suddenness of the embrace startled 
Mary. 

However since Sarah was paying for the use of her body 
for the evening she could use her as she wanted. 
Despite her size and strength, Sarah was gentler than 
many of Mary's male clients. Mary was curious, and a 
bit excited, about how this Amazon would actually make 
love to her. She had an active fantasy life and her 
mind quickly flashed through all the ways this 
gigantic woman could give her a climax. In seconds her 
nipples started to harden and she could feel little 
twinges in her pussy. 

Sarah quickly stripped Mary's clothes off, an easy 
task since it was a warm summer evening and Mary had 
worn very little. Then she shed her own expensive 
garments. Mary admired Sarah's larger than life sized 
perfection. She was fantastic, a gorgeous giantess 
that would be more than a handful for most men. Within 
minutes after entering the room Sarah was exploring 
Mary's naked body on the king sized bed. Sarah knew 
just what to do with her. She handled Mary like a 
large baby, flipping her around on the bed, running 
her hands over her body, exploring between her legs. 

Mary knew that she had lost control both of the 
situation and of herself. Sarah sucked Mary's breast 
into her mouth, nearly swallowing it in its entirety, 
while her hand worked in Mary's pussy. The fingers 
Sarah put in Mary's already wet vagina were as big as 
most men's pricks. Between Sarah's tit sucking and 
finger fucking Mary was swiftly rising to a climax. 
Her cunt was on erotic fire. The sexual stimulation 
from her tits and cunt merged into an overwhelming 
desire for a climax. Her anticipations had been 
correct. Sarah was having her way with her. What was 
happening was completely out of Mary's control. She 
was being totally dominated. She couldn't stop it and, 
what's more important, she didn't want to. 

Mary was on the verge of a big climax. Her body's 
countdown clock had started and she had only a few 
seconds left before the nuclear explosion. It was all 
so quick. It never happened that quickly when she did 
herself.

"Sarah," Mary cried in a moment of clarity, "You're 
making me feel so good but you are going to make me 
cum. It's not the way it should be. I should be giving 
you a climax instead. But, I love what you are doing. 
Don't stop."

"Hush," whispered Sarah, momentarily releasing Mary's 
breast. "I want to give you a climax. It's important 
to me. After you cum you can "do" me if you want. Now 
lie back and enjoy yourself." She recovered Mary's 
breast and resumed sucking and chewing Mary's 
sensitive nipple.

Mary felt her legs getting stiff, her thighs 
contracted, her toes pointed, her back arched. She 
lost control of her body. It quivered and shook. He 
hips rose to meet the thrusts of Sarah's hand. She was 
building to a massive orgasm. All she could think 
about was cumming.

"I want to cum! Oh Sarah, make me cum! Fuck me, suck 
me, fuck me harder! Bite my tittie! Chew it. Harder. 
Give it to me!" Within minutes of entering the hotel 
room she was shuddering and writhing on the bed. Her 
legs danced to phantom music. Her body spasmed as she 
screamed in ecstasy. Her entire consciousness vanished 
into her cunt. She gasped, "I'm going to cum now, 
Sarah. Yes, Yes. Now. I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING NOW!" 
And Mary came. Wow did she cum! 

Her mind shut down for a few minutes while it slowly 
disentangled itself from her cunt. She floated in a 
haze of orgasmic satisfaction. No woman had made her 
cum like that before. After she caught her breath, 
Mary kissed and fondled her client trying to give as 
good as she got. She was the one who was supposed to 
give the climaxes, not receive them.

"I don't know what came over me," said Sarah. "When I 
first saw you, I knew I just had to have you. You look 
so young and innocent. So fresh. After I saw you, all 
I wanted to do was love you. And you were mine for the 
evening." 

"I've always wanted to make love to a beautiful young 
woman," Sarah went on. "But I've never dared. Most 
take one look at me, at my huge klutzy body, and feel 
like it would be sleeping with a white whale. I even 
frighten off most men. My husband handles me like a 
piece of porcelain. He's afraid that if he gets too 
aggressive, I'll roll over on him and crush him."

"Sarah," Mary replied. "An escort's job is to please 
her client. I thought we were going to have a few 
awkward moments while we decided who would do what to 
whom but you surprised the hell out of me. I'm so glad 
that you made love to me so quickly. I haven't cum 
that hard in years."

Mary went on, "I have a problem similar to yours but 
for different reasons. My face makes me look like a 
wanton Girl Scout. Guys don't know whether to fuck me 
or order Girl Scout cookies. I'm so glad you took me 
the way you did. I need forceful loving. And you gave 
me a precious gift, a really good climax. I don't get 
many of those. Escorts rarely get any satisfaction 
from their clients. We pander to their needs, stroke 
their private parts, let them cum in us, and make them 
believe that they've given us the mother of all 
orgasms. It's all fake. But you made me cum for real 
and it was wonderful. So I'll be totally honest with 
you from now on. I'll do whatever you want me to. No 
holds barred. Anything you want. Anything at all. And 
I promise to enjoy myself and help you enjoy yourself. 
No acting."

Sarah kissed Mary, then held her at arm's length. 
"Mary," she said. "There is one thing I would like you 
to do before we do anything else. Suck my tits. I mean 
really milk me. I'm still nursing and my breasts have 
to be emptied every six hours. I never expected to be 
here for the weekend so I didn't pack my breast pump. 
My boobies are hurting. You don't know how tempted I 
was in the restaurant to fish a tit out of my blouse 
and shove it into your mouth. If you hadn't been with 
me, I might have been desperate enough to let those 
two guys at the next table suckle me just to ease the 
pain."
 
"Please hurry," said Sarah. "I need relief so badly."

Mary buried her face in Sarah's mammaries, squeezing, 
sucking, biting while Sarah held her close. It was a 
wonderful sensation. She pressed the big tits close to 
her face while she sucked and chewed the flesh. She 
alternately mouthed each nipple, running her tongue 
around the bumpy areola while she nibbled the nub. It 
was the first time that Mary had ever experienced 
intimate contact with breasts so much bigger than her 
own. She began to appreciate the pleasures that men 
found in playing with her own large tits. 

"My God, I'm being nursed like Sarah's baby" thought 
Mary. "I love it!" Mary gulped and swallowed. It was 
the first time she had tasted breast milk as an adult 
and she loved it. She moaned in animalistic pleasure.

Mary was fascinated by the idea of sucking milk from a 
womanly pair of tits. It was what tits were really 
made for. She thought that she would have to wait 
until she had her own baby and could nurse from her 
own nipples. Thank God for Sarah's milky boobs. She 
didn't have to wait any more. 

While her tits were being so thoroughly appreciated, 
Sarah shifted her arms and began to caress Mary's 
legs. She worked her fingers in Mary's full calves, 
massaging the flesh, then began stroking the muscular 
thighs. Sarah slowly worked her way up to Mary's 
pussy. This time her fingers concentrated on Mary's 
clitoris, masturbating it like a small cock. The 
clitoris has a million nerve endings, all directed 
toward sexual arousal. Mary felt the sharp twinges of 
excitement. "She's going to make me cum. It's too 
soon," thought Mary. "I can't cum again this soon." 

She had no choice. Her body simply took over. It was a 
long, delicious climax. Mary shuddered through her 
second orgasm of the evening, clutching Sarah's body 
as if she never wanted to let her go. She wanted to 
shout her pleasure but her mouth was filled with 
Sarah's nipple.

Then Sarah moved her hands to her own cunt, stroking 
and driving her fingers deep inside. Mary could feel 
the vibrations of Sarah's body through her breasts. In 
couple of minutes she could feel Sarah's body tense, 
then start to shudder through an orgasm. It was 
obvious that Sarah had satisfied herself this way 
before. Mary had the fleeting image of Sarah sitting 
at her desk, reading a legal brief, as she plunged her 
fingers into her receptive vagina. Perhaps she even 
nibbled on her tasty tits as she gave herself a nice 
orgasm. 

Mary never did get home that evening. She woke up 10 
a.m. the next morning to the smell of fresh coffee. 
Sarah had gotten up earlier and called room service 
for breakfast to be delivered. After eating Mary heard 
the jingle of her cell phone. It was the Simon agency 
calling to tell her that her client, Sarah, had 
requested her services for the next two days. 
Apparently Sarah had made another call before 
breakfast. Mary was glad to agree to the request 
although she would have gladly spent the rest of the 
weekend in Sarah's arms for free. The fee for her 
services would probably be buried in some expense 
account. Too bad there would be no record of the 
number of climaxes given and received. That might 
merit a special bonus.

But all good things end. On Monday morning Sarah 
dressed, put on her war paint, and endorsed the 
contract at the lawyer's office. Just before leaving 
for the airport she told Mary that the weekend was the 
fulfillment of a lifelong dream. She would never 
repeat it but it had been the happiest and most 
satisfying time of her life. Sarah said again that she 
was not a lesbian, but if she was she would like to 
remain with Mary forever. They kissed goodbye at the 
airport. To a casual observer, it could have been a 
girl kissing her older sister before putting her on 
the plane. But it was so much more than that. At the 
last moment Sarah asked Mary for her personal phone 
number just in case of some carnal emergency in the 
future.

Mary went back to her apartment and slept for hours. 
Her pussy was swollen. Her clit felt the size of a 
grapefruit. Her thighs ached. Her tits were chewed 
black and blue. But she awoke with a smile on her 
face. The weekend truly had been memorable. She was 
sure that Sarah felt the same way. She wondered how 
Sarah could explain the bruises, the bites, the 
hickeys and the love marks on her beautiful, gigantic, 
wonderful body to her husband. Perhaps she could say 
she had been in a car crash.

Stanley Simon, the fatherly owner of the temp agency, 
recognized a good thing when he saw it. Mary was 
essentially a "nice" girl. Not a drug user or an 
alcoholic. She had a very high libido but that was an 
asset in her kind of work. More important, Mary simply 
looked sexy. While fashion magazines and Hollywood 
movies always showed successful men with impossibly 
thin, classy women, Simon knew, both from personal 
experience and his client's preferences, that most men 
liked well-built women with big tits and great legs. 
No one wanted to go to bed with a bag of bones, no 
matter how elegant. Mary's clients were repeaters, 
paid promptly, and didn't cause trouble. They were 
glad of the opportunity to screw such a sexy, 
responsive woman. Mary was certainly a keeper.

To make sure that Mary stayed in his fold, he offered 
her a junior partnership with a substantial increase 
in income. Mary was only 23 years old but by this time 
was making much more money than any of her high school 
peers.

One night she got a call from Mr. Simon asking if she 
would "date" a young man, quite a bit younger than her 
usual clients. She would be doing a special favor for 
her boss. He asked her to meet with him first to 
discuss the details of the "date." It turned out that 
the young man was the son of a close friend, quite 
wealthy in his own right. The son had just gone 
through a messy divorce. His foreign born wife had 
married him to get her hands on the father's money. 
When the father refused to assign a portion of his 
estate to the son, the wife got fed up and left. She 
was also having an affair with her personal trainer. 
No loss, but the son took the divorce badly. Mary's 
job was to distract him and take his mind off his 
problems.

Mr. Simon claimed that the son had no idea that Simon 
Business Systems ran an escort agency. The fiction was 
that Mary was a supervisor of professional temp 
workers. She had just arrived in town and Simon had 
arranged a blind date with a young man to keep her 
from feeling lonely. Mary would have to use all her 
acting skills to keep up the deception. If she 
eventually decided to sleep with her blind "date" she 
would have to make it appear that it was an ordinary 
seduction. 

The young man, Jake, arrived at Mary's apartment on 
time. He was about five years older than Mary, nice 
looking, but certainly not movie star handsome. His 
eyes twinkled but his face had a look of sadness, 
Their dinner date was casual, mostly small talk over 
an Italian meal. Mary tried to figure out how she 
could get him in bed since he didn't make any 
advances. To no avail. After an evening of 
conversation he took her home, parting with a quick 
peck on the cheek. Mary wondered if she had lost her 
charm. This was her first date in years that didn't 
end up in bed. In a way it was refreshing to be so 
ordinary. But he did ask her out again.

On their next date Jake was a little less laid back. 
They went to dinner and dancing. Their interaction was 
very pleasant and relaxed. Mary loved just being 
herself. She enjoyed feeling his arm around her waist 
when they were dancing. He pulled her close and she 
took the opportunity to rub her tits against his 
chest. His eyes opened wide. Mary thought that it was 
the first time he noticed that she had breasts. This 
time their good night kiss was more passionate. Jake 
held her close and she could feel his tongue penetrate 
her lips. She could also feel hints of his erection 
pressing against her pubic area. Altogether more 
promising, she thought.

The following day was Friday. Mary had a couple of 
regular clients lined up for the afternoon. They 
wanted to have a last good hot fuck before returning 
to their "plain vanilla" wives in Chicago and 
Minneapolis, respectively. Mary usually didn't take 
this kind of "call girl" action but she welcomed the 
opportunity for a little no holds barred sexuality. 
Jake was very nice but he was too much of a gentleman. 

The first client came over just before noon. He was a 
very aggressive lover. Within five minutes his cock 
was in her and they were writhing on the bed. She 
wrapped her legs around him and squeezed tight just as 
he came. He in turn sucked and chewed her titties, 
grasped her thighs and continued fucking with his 
still hard cock until she finally shuddered and came 
in a minimal orgasm. Then he licked her pussy clean of 
all its juice, giving her another small climax.

It was all almost mechanical. It was almost like 
putting the vacuum cleaner hose to her tits and a 
vibrator in her cunt. Mary didn't usually cum during 
these afternoon encounters but the two almost platonic 
dates with Jake had left her so sexually frustrated 
that she did this time. Given enough genital 
stimulation, even a plaster saint would cum. The 
climax was adequate for an afternoon quickie, but she 
wished it had been Jake's cock in her cunt. It was all 
over within an hour. The client had an early flight to 
catch and he didn't intend to miss it.

Mary had time to clean up and take a shower before the 
next client was scheduled to arrive. He was the older 
man who treated Mary like a daughter, a very 
incestuous daughter. He was one of Mary's favorite 
clients, requesting her services on each one of his 
frequent trips to Boston. He rarely made demands on 
her, just wanted her to play the role of his daughter 
while he groped and fondled her body. He lusted after 
his daughter but didn't dare approach her. Mary was a 
convenient substitute. She didn't know much about this 
client except that he was a very kindly man with a 
strong incestual hang up. 

He talked about his daughter often. He even showed 
Mary her picture. She was an attractive young woman 
about Mary's own age. She had returned to live at home 
after a short, abusive marriage, working as an 
assistant buyer at a large Minneapolis department 
store. The client's wife was heavily involved in 
social activities and rarely had time for her husband. 
The daughter, on the other hand, spent much time with 
her father. Like most modern girls, her dress at home 
was very informal, T shirts, briefs, and other 
garments which showed a lot of skin. She also liked to 
sunbathe in the nude during the short Minneapolis 
summer. This drove the client wild but, of course, he 
could do nothing about it except visit Mary as often 
as he could.

Mary and the client had a few drinks while he sat in 
an easy chair. She removed his shoes and asked if he 
would like to get more comfortable. She helped him out 
of his business suit, hung it carefully in the closet 
and wrapped a bath robe around him, all the while 
touching and stroking his body. She didn't neglect his 
penis but was not obvious about fondling it. Mary sat 
on a footstool at his feet and while he talked she let 
her hand drift inside his robe. His cock got hard as 
she stroked it. He continued to tell her of his day's 
activities as she moved her head to his crotch. She 
held his now hardening penis between both hands, then 
put the end between her lips, chewing the head with 
gentle bites. By this time the client was clutching 
her body and calling her by his daughter's name, 
Kayla.

Mary loved playing the role of his daughter. It gave 
them both pleasure. The client enjoyed the simulated 
incestual sex while Mary got a chance to exercise her 
acting chops. 

"Suck me Kayla," he cried. "Let me feel your soft 
titties." His hands reached down and grabbed Mary's 
breasts and he started squeezing in time with her 
sucking. It didn't take too long after that before he 
came in her mouth. His jizm wasn't too bad. Mary had 
tasted better but this was OK. Her clients liked to 
see her swallow their emission and Mary usually 
complied. A bit more protein in her diet wouldn't 
hurt. This was usually the end of her session with 
this particular client but today he had other ideas. 
Still holding her breasts he pulled her body upward.

"Put me in you, Kayla," he urged. His cock was still 
reasonably hard after the blow job. Mary took his 
prick and rubbed it against her pussy lips until it 
stiffened a bit more than shoved it into her juicy 
cunt. It was a first for both of them. His body began 
to move as he drove his cock in and out of Mary's 
receptive vagina.

"I'm fucking you, Kayla", he cried. "I'm really 
fucking you. Cum with Daddy. Please cum." Mary got 
caught up in the client's excitement and, for a 
moment, really wanted to believe that she was Kayla. 
She felt his penis moving in her cunt. Her body began 
its inevitable rise toward a climax. The real Kayla 
would certainly love this. Mary realized that she 
couldn't allow herself to get carried away. She wasn't 
Kayla, just playing the role. She had to give the 
client his money's worth. But it would be so nice to 
be Kayla, if only for a few hours.

"I'm going to cum Daddy. Just a few strokes more. Hold 
my titties tighter Daddy. Squeeze them a bit. Daddy 
you are making me cum. You are making me cum. You are 
giving me a climax. It's what I've always wanted. I'm 
going to have a big orgasm just for you - my wonderful 
Daddy. I'm cumming now. I'm really CUMMING! I'M 
CUMMING FOR YOU!" It was all acting, of course. But 
Mary enjoyed playing Kayla so much that she would have 
liked to have a real climax with this client. Perhaps 
if he had stayed the night and he played with her body 
a bit more she might actually have cum. But her acting 
convinced the client. He even gave Mary an additional 
$200 tip before he left to catch his plane.

"That was a very good fuck," said Mary. "How did you 
manage to get hard so soon after I sucked your penis?"

"It helps if you're taking Viagra," said the client as 
he left.

Mary wondered if the client's new found confidence 
would encourage him to make love to his real daughter, 
Kayla. He obviously wanted to. He was such a nice man 
that they might both enjoy it. Time would tell...

***

Late that evening Mary received a phone call from 
Jake. The weekend was coming up and he wondered if she 
would like to go for a coastal trip on his sailboat, 
moored in Marblehead. They could go up the coast, eat 
freshly caught lobster and clams, and return that 
evening. Mary quickly said OK, then called her boss to 
cancel anything he had lined up for the weekend. She 
took a long bubble bath to wind down from her 
exertions of the afternoon. She had come to the 
conclusion that when men paid for sex they took it 
much more seriously than they did on a casual date. 
She was exhausted and dropped off into a deep sleep.

Jake arrived early the next morning. Most days Mary 
didn't arise until 10 or so and here it was, barely 8 
a.m. Jake was dressed in jeans and a boating sweater 
and looked very sportsman like. Mary rustled through 
her closet to find the closest thing she had to 
boating clothes.

"Mary, you look lovely," said Jake. Mary couldn't 
believe her ears. She had no makeup on, her hair was 
uncombed. She hadn't even washed her face. She excused 
herself for five minutes, took a hasty shower, 
scrubbed her face with a wet washcloth, ran a comb 
through her hair, and put a couple of dabs of perfume 
in strategic areas.

The Marblehead marina was about an hour's drive away. 
Actually a bit longer because they stopped at a diner 
for a bit of breakfast. Jake had already eaten but 
Mary gobbled up her omelet like a starving waif. 
Jake's boat was waiting at the pier. It was a luxury 
sailboat a bit bigger than Mary expected. The boat 
measured 40 feet overall, had standing headroom 
throughout, and a raised pilothouse. It was very 
seaworthy. The previous year Jake had sailed it single 
handed from Marblehead to the Virgin Islands.

The couple boarded and cast off, motoring out to the 
harbor entrance then raised sail to take advantage of 
the favorable wind. They headed northeast toward 
Gloucester, normally a three hour sail away. Mary 
noticed how at ease Jake seemed to be at the helm, how 
well he handled the sails, and the effortless strength 
of his hands as he pulled the lines. He seemed so 
thoroughly competent in his mastery of the boat. 

Mary wished that Jake would handle her own body the 
same way. She would simply love him to handle her 
breasts the same way he handled the jib, to navigate 
her pussy as deftly as turning the helm, and to fondle 
her legs as well as he set the sails. Jake wasn't 
doing anything to her but she was getting wet at the 
thought of what he could do. 

They arrived at Gloucester about three hours after 
setting off and had a delightful lunch at a shore-side 
seafood restaurant. Their conversation was easy and 
interesting. Mary simply enjoyed being herself without 
the necessity of flattering any of her clients. Jake 
spoke about his ambition to be a writer, not a 
businessman like his father. As the conversation 
loosened up Jake revealed how disappointed he was at 
the failure of his marriage. 

He felt that he had been taken in, played for a 
sucker. He knew now, he said, that love wasn't just a 
pretty face or a roll in the hay. Mary winced at the 
thought because that's just what she was doing to him. 
The dawdled over lunch, totally at ease in each 
other's company. The afternoon was over far too soon 
and they had to head back to make it before dark.

All sailors know that in a sailboat you can't really 
plan to meet a schedule. A storm may come up. The 
winds may blow the wrong way. Or it could be a dead 
calm. Within an hour after leaving Gloucester the 
winds were gusting to 35 knots and the waves were six 
to eight feet. Visibility dropped to less than an 
eighth of a mile. The weather radio told Jake that the 
storm would get worse and last until morning. Getting 
back to Marblehead required them to navigate around a 
series of islands in a high traffic area.

Jake felt that discretion was the better form of 
valor. They would anchor in the lee of a small island 
and wait until the storm lifted. He had no fear of 
anchoring for the night. The boat was well found and 
safe under the worst storm conditions. The anchoring 
gear was first class. It would hold in any weather 
they would be likely to encounter. Mary, a little 
nervous at the trip back in a storm, agreed. Besides 
this would give her an opportunity to have an evening 
alone with Jake. Who knew what might develop.

Jake prepared them a nice meal in the surprisingly 
well equipped galley. Nothing spectacular but very 
tasty, especially when washed down with a bottle of 
good wine. Their dinner time conversation was like a 
continuation of the one they had a lunch. It seemed as 
if they had known each other forever. The wind howled 
and the fog got even denser as the sun set. Jake and 
Mary sat side by side on the sofa listening to music 
on the hi-fi. The boat rocked and pitched but seemed 
secure. 

Jake turned on the required outside lights to warn 
other boats of their presence. The law required that a 
fog horn be sounded periodically. Jake had his on an 
automatic timer that made the horn blast every few 
minutes. He made a last minute inspection of the 
anchor and got another one ready to set if the first 
should drag. No problems. When all was shipshape on 
deck, Jake returned below.

Mary was still sitting on the sofa. She had poured 
another couple of glasses of wine, one for Jake and 
one for herself. She patted the sofa for Jake to sit 
beside her. They sat side by side. The storm had 
worsened. The boat tossed in the waves and the wind 
made eerie sounds as it whistled through the rigging. 
Once in a while a big wave crashed on deck and the 
boat shuddered. Jake could see that Mary was very 
nervous. Her body language gave it all away.

She began to fidget, crossing and uncrossing her legs 
and wiggling her butt on the sofa. She kept brushing 
non-existent hairs out of her face. Jake noticed that 
she kept touching the front of her boating sweater. 
Her hands drifted up and she unconsciously started 
rubbing the area over her nipples. She looked as if 
wanted to clutch her breasts but didn't dare. Anything 
to take her mind off of the pitching and rolling of 
the boat. Eventually Jake put his arm around her and 
held her close. Close enough to smell the faint scent 
of perfume wafting up from her cleavage.

"Jake, I'm really frightened. Do you think we will be 
all right?"

Mary leaned against him. The boat tossed as a big wave 
caught it. Mary leaned even closer. Then she turned to 
Jake and kissed him full on the lips. "I hope you 
don't mind." Mary said. "I don't think I can get any 
sleep tonight. All this noise and motion scares me." 

"I'm frightened," said Mary. Jake responded by holding 
her closer. Mary pressed her body against his. Then 
with one motion she grabbed Jake's hand and put it 
directly on her breast. Jake was startled, both at the 
audaciousness of her action and the size of her boob. 

"How can I help?" asked Jake.

"You can start by kissing me."

"I don't know," said Jake. "I'd be taking advantage of 
you. It may feel dangerous but we are perfectly safe."

"Jake, Don't be such a goddam gentleman. I'm so 
frightened that I may wet my pants. Can't you see. I 
need a real distraction. It's the only thing that will 
help me. I'm offering myself to you. You can use me in 
any way that pleases you. Hold me, kiss me, even love 
me. All I have is yours. If you decide to make love to 
me, really fuck me hard. When I'm this frightened, sex 
is the only thing that helps. Don't think of me as 
wanton. Just think of it as therapy. I really need 
it." It wasn't all acting. It was the first time she 
was in a boat in a storm and she was really scared.

It was like opening the floodgates of a dam. Jake 
turned to her and kissed her, this time pushing his 
tongue between her lips. His hands slipped under her 
sweater and brushed aside her bra, not stopping until 
he had grasped one of Mary's massive mammaries in each 
hand. Still holding her breasts he pushed her away 
until he could look at her.

"Mary, I've wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on 
you. I tried to be a gentleman because that's what I 
thought you needed. If you're sure that you want me to 
do this I can be what I really am. A horny, sex 
starved man who desperately wants you. But before we 
go any further, let's get comfortable. The sofa pulls 
out into a double bed and I have some nice cozy down 
comforters that we can snuggle under."

Jake and Mary pulled out the bed and found the 
comforters. There was no need to turn on the cabin 
heat. The evening chill would be countered by both the 
comforters and by body warmth. They had not planned to 
be out overnight so neither had night clothes. "We 
will have to sleep al fresco," said Mary. In a way she 
was glad since she was proud of her body and hoped 
that it would arouse Jake.

Jake stripped down to the buff and this time Mary was 
surprised. He was slim, fit, and athletic. Not like a 
football player but more like a champion swimmer. His 
large penis was semi erect and he made no attempt to 
hide it. When Mary looked at him she felt her cunt 
twitch. "If only he fucks as good as he looks," she 
thought, "I'll be in heaven."

Jake crawled into bed with Mary and held her close. 
She could feel his hands exploring her whole body. He 
was handling her just the way he handled the boat. She 
hadn't planned any of this but it was what she had 
hoped for. Mary usually took the lead in most sexual 
encounters with clients but Jake was clearly the 
master tonight.

Jake's mouth found her boob and he sucked and chewed 
until Mary was squirming in carnal pleasure. She was 
just about to tell him to fuck her when she felt his 
hands on her legs. He ran his hands from her ankles, 
over her full calves and up her muscular thighs. His 
strong fingers gripped the sensitive flesh on the 
bottom of her thighs. Fucking could wait. She truly 
enjoyed having her legs caressed. 

Most of her clients were tit men but Mary knew she 
could have an orgasm just by leg massage alone. Jake 
had somehow discovered her secret and was rapidly 
bringing her off with touches and kisses on her 
gorgeous calves and thighs. Mary put her hands down, 
found Jake's now rigid cock, and guided it into her 
juicy cunt. There was no hesitation. She just shoved 
it in. 

"Yes," she cried. "Rub my legs and I'll cum for you. 
My God. You're doing it. You are getting me so 
excited. I think I'm going to cum. Fuck me but keep 
rubbing my legs. That's it. Stroke me, fuck me. I 
can't stand it."

Mary grasped one of her tits and shoved it into Jake's 
mouth. "Bite my nipple!" she cried. "Harder, harder!" 
Jake chewed down as hard as he dared, short of 
actually biting her nipple off. In the midst of her 
sexual frenzy Mary might not have minded although she 
would surely regret it later.

She lost control of her legs and could feel them start 
to shake and quiver. Her hips moved automatically, 
rising to meet each of Jake's thrusts. Mary squirmed 
in ecstasy on the bed. She couldn't be sure if her 
body was shaking the boat or the boat was shaking her 
body. She was moving so much that she put both hands 
around Jake's ass to hold him in place. Legs, breasts, 
cunt. All she knew is that she had turned into one 
large erogenous zone. A touch anywhere would drive her 
wild. She could feel electric pulses of ecstasy from 
her tits to her toes. Her whole body had become a 
quivering mass of wanton flesh.

"Bite me," she cried. "Suck me, fuck me, don't stop 
with your hands. I'm getting there. I'm going to have 
a really big orgasm. Jake, you are making me cum. I 
can't stop it, I'm going to cum now. I'm really 
cumming. OH, MY GOD! YES! YES! I'M CUMMING NOW! I'M 
CUMMING!" Mary's eyes rolled back in her head. Her 
body stiffened. Every muscle tensed. She let out an 
animal scream as her diaphragm contracted and her body 
shook to the ultimate climax.

With her last cry she could feel Jake explode in her. 
It was wonderful. She had been thoroughly used, fucked 
to the eyeballs, and she loved it. Mary's earthquake 
orgasm seemed to continue in a number of aftershocks. 
Without question it had been the best single sexual 
experience in her life. She would have to find some 
way to get the relationship to continue. That might be 
hard, given her profession. But tonight was tonight. 
She would make the most of it.

They lay quietly for a while after the simultaneous 
orgasm but soon Mary felt Jake's penis start to 
stiffen. She put her hands down and massaged it, then 
she shifted position and sucked it until it became 
hard. Taking the initiative Mary shifted position 
again and guided the now rigid cock into her pussy. 
Jake needed no invitation. He started driving in and 
out, remembering to grasp her muscular thighs with his 
strong hands.

Mary couldn't resist sex talking. "I love what you are 
doing to my legs. Hold them, rub them. I want you 
between my thighs. Squeeze my calves too. Use my body. 
My tits are so lonely. I want you to suck them and 
bite them but don't take your hands away from my legs. 
Fuck me, Jake, fuck me. My cunt needs you. I want you 
to make me cum again. I'm just a huge cunt. I'm your 
cunt. FUCK ME! FUCK YOUR CUNT!" As if by magic, and a 
little of Mary's help, a turgid nipple found its way 
into his mouth. "Now bite me!" Mary almost shouted. 
"Bite me hard!"

Their first major climax had taken the edge off their 
urgency and now they were in it for the duration. It 
was a sexual marathon. First Mary climaxed, then Jake, 
then Mary again. Jake could feel Mary's shapely calves 
pressing against his back, pulling him in with each 
stroke. That seemed to give his fucking an extra 
stimulus and he drove into Mary's cunt until he could 
feel the head of his prick battering her cervix. Mary 
clutched him even tighter. She had never been 
penetrated so fully. Mary came. And then came again. 
Jake had very little sperm left in his balls but his 
penis jerked in one dry climax after another. 

Finally both got in synchronization again. Hips and 
hands moved together. Jake's cock drove in as Mary's 
hips rose to meet it. Mary squeezed her legs around 
Jake's torso as his hands gripped her thighs. Her 
calves beat a tattoo on his back. He bit so hard on 
her tit that he was sure he would leave tooth marks 
all around the areola. The pain and pleasure 
reinforced each other. She had never felt her tit so 
well used. 

Just before they both climaxed together Mary literally 
shouted "Jake, you're making me cum again. God! I'm 
going to have another orgasm. Right now. YES, YES, I'M 
HAVING AN ORGASM NOW!" Jake's tit stuffed mouth 
couldn't say anything. 

Then they relaxed, winding down from their efforts. 
Jake's prick was still in Mary's cunt. They both had a 
series of little shadow climaxes after their earth 
moving fuck, not terribly intense but still very 
pleasurable. Mary was a little embarrassed that she 
had shouted her pleasure so loudly but realized that 
on the boat no neighbors could possibly hear her. She 
tried to apologize to Jake or being so demonstrative.

"Thank you, Jake. I like to talk about the way I feel. 
You made me cum so good. I've never had climaxes like 
that before. I apologize for being so much of a 
screamer but if you give me orgasms like that, I'll 
shout the roof off." 

Jake simply kissed her and said that he was glad that 
she could talk so freely about sex. Most women, he 
felt, had too many hang ups about enjoying their 
bodies.

Jake and Mary wrapped their arms around each other and 
fell asleep almost immediately. They were both 
exhausted. Just before she fell asleep Mary realized 
that she had not come so many times in such a short 
period since her gang rape many years ago. But this 
was infinitely more pleasurable. 

Overnight the wind strengthened and then diminished. 
By 6 a.m. the sea was almost quiet, a few waves but 
nothing like the previous night. Light streamed 
through the portholes to illuminate the boat's 
interior. Jake checked the boat's position and found 
that the anchor had held well. They had not moved. As 
he turned back to the bed he saw Mary lying on her 
back. She had thrown the covers off and lay spread 
eagled, legs apart in a V. He couldn't resist the 
invitation.

Jake lowered himself on the bed and followed the V up 
to Mary's pussy. His tongue touched the sensitive 
surface and he started licking. He could taste the 
fusion of their two flavors. Not bad at all. He 
started licking more enthusiastically. Then the world 
was blotted out. Mary had awakened and clutched Jakes 
head between her strong thighs.
 
"Yes, " Mary cried. "Eat me." Jake put his hands 
around her ass and pulled her pussy tightly into his 
mouth. He wrapped his lips around her clitoris, sucked 
it into his mouth, and chewed it lightly as she 
squirmed beneath him. 

"Jake" she gasped. "I'm cumming again." Jake felt her 
shudder as she came.

Then she pushed Jake over onto his back. "It's my turn 
now," said Mary. She lowered her mouth to the head of 
his stiff prick and started sucking, gently scraping 
the surface with her teeth. As she sucked, she stroked 
the shaft, two strokes, then a soft bite. Jake's prick 
got stiffer and stiffer and Mary could taste the pre-
cum oozing out of the tip. She rather enjoyed the 
taste and tried to milk his cock like a cow's teat. 
But of course it didn't work quite the way she 
planned. Jake's cock jerked then shot a tablespoon of 
semen directly into her mouth. Mary loved it. Both the 
taste and the fact that she had captured Jake's 
essence. She swallowed it with relish, then squeezed 
Jake's prick to see if she could force out another few 
drops.

Finally they kissed, looked at each other and said 
"Good Morning."

Jake fixed a reasonable breakfast, especially 
considering that they had not provisioned the galley 
beforehand. Fortunately both he and Mary liked black 
coffee. Jake consulted his charts and listened to the 
weather radio. He turned to Mary and announced that it 
would be at least three more hours before they could 
return to Marblehead. Both the wind and tides were 
against them. But he felt that they could amuse 
themselves for that amount of time. How about a nice 
game of chess? Or perhaps they could read one of the 
magazines on board. Just then a big wave hit the boat 
and Mary spilled her cup of coffee on her white 
slacks. She quickly took them off and rinsed them in 
fresh water to get rid of the stain but they were 
sopping wet.

"Don't worry," said Jake. "I have a pair of shorts 
that you can wear until we get you home." Jake 
rummaged in a drawer and produced a pair of woman's 
tennis shorts that fit almost perfectly. Mary didn't 
ask the obvious question.

Jake and Mary sat side by side on the sofa, reading 
magazines, waiting for the weather to change. As they 
relaxed on the sofa in front of the TV, Mary bent over 
and rubbed her legs. "That was quite a workout last 
night. My legs haven't felt this way since I stopped 
gymnastics."

"I guess we didn't warm up properly," said Jake. 
"Swing your legs up here and I'll give you a massage." 
Mary shifted to the end of the sofa and put both legs 
in Jake's lap. She flipped over on her stomach so that 
the backs of her legs were up. "Rub away," she 
replied.

Jake put both hands on Mary's calf and started a 
gentle massage. He kneaded the flesh and tried to work 
out the stiffness. Funny how he never really 
appreciated Mary's legs before. Her legs looked as if 
they belonged on a Broadway showgirl. They were long 
with strong calves and thighs, smooth and well formed. 
He worked his way up to her knee, first one leg, then 
the other. Then he kneaded her thighs and could feel 
their strength and solidity. The inside of her thighs 
was very soft and his hand motions became gentler. 
Mary was twisting and moaning slightly as he stroked 
his way toward the mounds of her ass. 

Jake felt his penis being caressed by Mary's agile 
toes and his erection started to grow. Mary was 
coordinating her toe motions to those of Jake's hands. 
Each rub on a leg meant a rub on his penis. It was as 
if Mary's legs were an extension of his cock. Using 
his imagination freely Jake felt that he could be 
masturbating his own penis, except that it would have 
been three feet long and shaped like a woman's leg. 

As he rubbed the inside of her thighs his hands would 
occasionally graze Mary's pussy lips. With each touch, 
her toes gave an extra twitch to Jake's cock. "I must 
have worked the stiffness out by now,' Jake said. "I 
guess I should stop." "Don't get lazy, there are still 
some sore spots." said Mary. 

With great delicacy Jake pulled her silk panties aside 
and slid two fingers into Mary's vagina. "Now you've 
found the spot," grinned Mary as her toes continued to 
work on his erection. Jake moved his fingers in and 
out of Mary's cunt and felt the lubricating juices 
start to flow. She began to raise and lower her hips 
in synchronism with his hand motion. 

He marveled at how quickly Mary's vagina seemed to 
unfold with a little attention. The lips started to 
swell and he could feel her clit poke free. All 
pretense of a leg massage was now forgotten. He 
carefully rolled her clit between his thumb and the 
edge of his forefinger, keeping his other fingers 
inside of her vagina. When the clit started to 
enlarge, he stroked it up and down almost as if he was 
jacking off a tiny penis. By this time Mary was 
twisting back and forth on the sofa, thoroughly 
aroused. She tried to turn over but Jake held her in 
position with one hand pressing down on her ass, the 
other deep in her cunt. 

He continued his clit massage, first rolling the 
little piece of sensitive flesh between his thumb and 
finger, then stroking. Mary's body began to quiver 
slightly as she felt the first signs of an approaching 
orgasm. "Damn," she thought, "this has gone further 
than I planned. He's forcing me to a climax. I'm not 
ready to cum yet and my nipples are getting so stiff 
they are starting to ache."

"I think we should stop." said Mary. "This is getting 
to be too much of a mess. I really want you to stop." 
But Jake continued his assault, Mary now was squirming 
in a combination of pleasure and frustration. She 
raised her upper body from the sofa and managed to 
free one of her breasts from the confines of her tank 
top. "Stop. you sadistic monster," she muttered to 
Jake just before she brought her nipple to her mouth. 
"Stop, stop. I'm not ready to cum! STOP DAMMIT!" cried 
Mary. 

Jake paid no attention. He increased the speed and 
pressure of his clit manipulations and held her ass 
from moving. Mary's legs beat a fast tattoo in his lap 
as she squirmed and tried to get away. In spite of her 
attempts to resist, her orgasm began to build. She 
could feel the pressure in her groin increase and 
waves of sensation spread through her body from her 
vagina. She tried to keep it from happening but she 
felt her control slipping from the erotic torture. By 
this time her entire body was quivering with 
involuntary spasms.

With Mary chewing her own tit and Jake expertly 
masturbating her clit, the climax came with the force 
of a runaway train. Mary felt her body go totally out 
of control. Her orgasm was thunderous. Crying out, 
fighting consciousness itself, her eyes rolled back 
and her spine stiffened, arching and rising from the 
sofa as every muscle in her body went rigid, suspended 
in time, as wave after ecstatic shock wave surged 
through her nerves and coursed through her veins. Her 
body shook and trembled, urging every minute trace of 
pleasure from her limbs.

There had been no hugging and kissing and sweet talk 
prior to this explosive orgasm. Mary's body had been 
manipulated by an expert. The climax, although purely 
mechanical, revealed the hidden depths of Mary's 
sexuality. She had cum by surprise, without buildup, 
without passion, without planning, Solely because Jake 
had stroked her in the right way. If he could give her 
an orgasm like that with just a few touches, what else 
could he do to her body. But it wasn't over yet. Jake 
kept moving his fingers in her pussy.

"Oh, God, oh, God, no, no, no, oh God," Mary gasped 
over and over like an hypnotic mantra, a chant that 
only encouraged Jake to inflict still more, heightened 
pleasures. Mary shuddered to a massive second orgasm, 
her body shaking, her back arched, her legs extended 
and rigid. The violence of the climax surprised both 
Jake and Mary. It was one of the strongest she had 
ever experienced. She felt weak and shaken. 
 
But even after her spasmodic release, Mary's hips 
continued to move. Jake picked up the clue and 
continued his clitoral stimulation. Mary's body 
reflexively tensed again. In an erotic daze she 
continued to suck on her breast as her body shuddered 
through a third climax almost as great as the first. 
She climaxed once again before she felt that she was 
in control of herself. She had never thought of 
herself as truly multi-orgasmic and this was a 
revelation.

"That was something else," said Mary after she 
regained her breath. "I've never cum like that before. 
It was just like last night. But why didn't you stop 
when I wanted you to?" She finally managed to roll 
over and sit up. "What a mess!" She was in total 
disarray, her hair tangled, her face flushed, her 
panties soaked and one breast hanging obscenely out of 
the pushed down front of her tank top. Jake appeared 
nonplussed, proud of what he had done. Mary sensed his 
smugness. "Two can play at that game," she thought.

Mary went to the boat's head to freshen up. She had 
never experienced so many massive orgasms in such 
short a time. Her legs were shaking and her body still 
quivered with orgasmic aftershocks. Mary shed her 
dampened panties and tank top and rinsed them in the 
sink. She knew that her clothes would dry before they 
returned to Marblehead. Then she brushed her hair, 
washed her face, and mopped up the drips from her 
vagina. She applied a dab of perfume between her 
breasts. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror 
and stuck out her tongue at the image. She would show 
Jake. 

Ever the exhibitionist she could have left the head 
completely nude. After the events of yesterday and 
today she felt that Jake wouldn't be too shocked. But 
bowing to discretion she found a large beach towel and 
wrapped it around herself like a sarong. When she 
stepped out Jake was calmly turning pages in a boating 
magazine acting as if nothing had happened. Cool.

He was leaning back on the sofa, legs extended in 
front of him. Mary took advantage of the situation. 
Her hands went to his shorts and she pulled them off 
with a single violent motion. She pushed him backward 
until he was sitting on the edge of the sofa. One hand 
grabbed Jake's balls, the other his hardening penis. 
Her lips closed around the end and she started 
sucking. Her hand gripped his stiffening cock firmly 
and she started stroking rapidly. 

Mary pushed him back onto the sofa. Without pausing 
she climbed on top of him, one leg on either side of 
his waist. Her large tits hung over Jake's head, 
swaying obscenely with each motion of her body. He 
couldn't keep his eyes off them. Mary noticed. 

"Grab one of my boobies and suck it," Mary pleaded.

She grabbed her left breast with both hands and 
squeezed. The areola and nipple bulged. "Suck me," she 
cried as she bent forward and jammed the engorged tit 
into Jake's open mouth.

"Suck it harder, harder. Bite my nipple. Chew my tit."

Without removing her nipple from his mouth, Mary 
reached down and encircled Jake's cock with her hand. 
She rubbed it a few strokes as if testing its 
readiness, then shifted her hips and shoved Jake's 
hard prick into her moist waiting vagina. Raising and 
lowering her hips, Mary started slowly fucking Jake. 
She increased her hip motion literally pounding her 
body into his. His penis was captured in her cunt as 
she controlled the fuck. Jake was being raped - and he 
liked it.

"You are filling me so full," Mary cried. "I love it."

"Fuck me, Fuck me," Mary grunted every time she 
slammed her hips into his.
 
She shoved her nipple deeper into his gaping mouth. 
"Suck me harder - harder," she gasped. Mary managed to 
free one hand to clutch her unoccupied right tit. She 
squeezed the stiff nipple with her fingers then pushed 
the end into her own mouth, sucking and biting to 
match Jake's chewing of her other breast. She bit down 
hard. The pain added to her passion. There was a 
salty, metallic taste of blood from the mutilated 
nipple and she reluctantly released the breast before 
she did herself any real damage.

Jake could hardly believe what had happened. Just a 
few minutes after giving Mary a massive orgasm she was 
fucking him like he had never been fucked before.

The movement of Mary's hips became faster and faster. 
Jake could feel his penis throb and he knew his second 
climax of the morning was not far away. Her movements 
became so intense that her nipple was ripped from his 
mouth. Jake looked down and between the wildly 
swinging breasts he could see her pussy plunging on 
his cock. Mary's face was a mask of intense passion. 
It was like no other sex that he had had before. She 
had totally abandoned herself to the act of fucking. 

At last, after minutes of fierce, ball busting action, 
Jake felt his scrotum begin to tighten. He could feel 
myself nearing the point of eruption as Mary writhed 
on his body, urging him to fuck her harder and harder. 
Jake couldn't hold off his climax any longer. He was 
just about to cum when Mary gave one last plunge and 
collapsed on him. Jake exploded into Mary's cunt while 
Mary clutched him with her arms and legs, both 
shuddering in the ecstasy of their orgasms.

They lay on the sofa engulfed in each other's bodies 
for what seemed an hour. Finally Mary sat up and 
examined herself abused right breast. It showed bruise 
marks from her abandoned chewing and tooth 
indentations around the end. Her nipple sported a tiny 
drop of blood. She would have to be a bit more careful 
in the future but then she didn't expect to engage in 
lovemaking like that every day. But if that's what it 
took to have the kind of climaxes she had experienced 
in the last two days, she would chew her nipples until 
they both fell off.

Mary brushed her hair out of her face, turned to Jake 
and said, "Well, now that we have gotten that out of 
the way, we can discuss our relationship a little more 
rationally."

"The last two days have been a revelation. Not only do 
I think you are a wonderful guy but you made love to 
me in a way that I never thought was possible. I think 
I love you." Jake kissed her but Mary went on.

"You don't know anything about me. After I tell you 
what I am you may never want to see me again. I'm not 
really a legal professional. Simon Business Systems 
runs an escort service and I'm one of the employees. I 
service the clients that Mr. Simon asks me to. In case 
you're wondering, "service" means going out with them 
and letting them fuck me if they want. A lot of them 
do. There is no real fun in it for me. Most of those 
men don't have the slightest idea of how to use my 
body. They just want the reassurance of being in the 
arms of a young woman. 

"Some just want me to role play, to pretend being 
their mother or their daughter. I fake most of my 
climaxes but I make it look real. I am being paid to 
make them think that they are God's gift to women. I'm 
ashamed to say that I cum some of the time. I just 
can't help it. When my tits are sucked and my clit is 
rubbed it's hard for me to stay dispassionate. It 
wasn't the man. I probably would have cum as easily 
with a carrot in my cunt. There is no way of saying it 
nicely. I'm just a high class whore." 

"I don't pretend to be a genius. Sex is the only thing 
I'm good at. I lost my virginity at fifteen when I was 
gang raped. I got drunk at a party and all the boys 
used me. I don't recall all the details but apparently 
I enjoyed being fucked. One of the people there told 
me that I kept saying "Make me cum" to the boys that 
screwed me. After that I took to sex like a duck to 
water. When I get sexually aroused, my body seems to 
take over and won't release me until I have a climax. 
It's like I have an orgasm autopilot."

"In my teens I was very promiscuous. I gave myself to 
everybody. It was my way of getting along with people. 
At least a hundred men and a more than a dozen women 
have had me. And when I didn't have anything else to 
do, I "did" myself. I thought of myself as just a pair 
of tits and a cunt. My life was measured in orgasms. I 
hated myself for what I was doing but I seemed to have 
no choice. When Mr. Simon made me the offer to work as 
an escort, I jumped at the chance. I had no other 
skills. It seemed just a natural thing to do."

Jake looked shocked. Mary continued her confession. "I 
went out with you pretending to be just an ordinary 
girl because Mr. Simon asked me to."
 
"I never imagined that it would work out the way it 
did. Whatever happens, Jake, the last two days have 
been the happiest in my life. You respected me and 
treated me like a real person. The sex has been the 
best I've ever had in my whole life, by far the best. 
Whenever anyone made love to me, and even when I did 
it to myself, I always wondered if there was anything 
more. There was an empty feeling that didn't go away. 

"That's probably why I let so many people use me, in 
the hope that one might finally give me a feeling of 
completion. But you, you were the greatest. When we 
had sex, my cunt was full. More than full. There was 
no empty feeling either in my cunt or my soul. Now I 
know what it feels like to be really loved. No, I 
don't mean picket fence, rose garden, flowers on 
Friday loved. I mean cunt filling, tit chewing, leg 
gripping, tongue swallowing, orgasm after orgasm 
loved."

"So that's about it. That's my confession. My body 
will always be yours but I won't blame you if you 
never want to see me again."

Jake looked at her, then stood up and poured himself 
another cup of coffee. He slowly sipped the coffee 
without saying anything. Mary fidgeted on the sofa. 
She was obviously moved by her confession and her eyes 
filled with tears. "Please say something," she said. 
"Tell me that you don't hate me."

"OK," said Jake slowly, I'll tell you what I think. 
But first I want you to do something for me. Take off 
that towel. I want you entirely nude." 

Mary rose from the sofa and slowly undid her sarong. 
Everything was revealed. This was a peculiar request 
but it was a peculiar situation. When she finished 
disrobing she sat back down, a questioning look on her 
girlish face.

"Now," said Jake, "put your hands around one of your 
breasts. The left one will do. Bend it up to your 
mouth and start licking your nipple. OK, got it good? 
Now start nibbling and chewing the tip. I want to see 
you enjoying yourself."

Mary did as she was told. She had nursed on her own 
tittie many times before but never in such a strange 
situation.

Jake waited until he could see that Mary was involved 
in sucking her tit, then he said, "Keep your tit in 
your mouth. Hold it with your left hand. Now put the 
fingers of your right hand in your cunt. Your vagina 
is still nice and wet so it should be easy. Start 
moving your fingers back and forth. Rub your clit. 
Keep chewing your tit. Move your fingers faster."

Mary complied. Then she temporarily took her nipple 
from her mouth and plaintively asked, "Why are you 
making me do this?"

"Because I want to see you make yourself cum. I want 
to see you masturbate just for me. I'll just stand 
back and watch. Now put that tit back in your mouth 
and give yourself a good climax. I want to see you 
have a twitching, thrashing, mind blowing orgasm."

Mary was confused at this command to pleasure herself 
but she did as she was told. "Why, why?" she wondered. 
Her body wouldn't be denied. She put her head back on 
one arm of the sofa and raised her legs on the other. 
Her hand worked its magic in her cunt. She didn't want 
to cum like this, not in front of Jake, but her body 
gave her no choice. She was rising, rising to a full 
blown climax.

Indeed, Jake enjoyed seeing Mary suck her tit and 
finger her cunt. She was an expert at self-
satisfaction. He saw her young, almost childlike face 
nursing a very womanly breast, cheeks hollowing and 
swelling as she sucked. Her other hand plunged into a 
juicy cunt at the apex of a pair of gorgeous legs. 
Mary's eyes stared at Jake as she masturbated, then 
wandered and became unfocused as the erotic sensations 
coursed through her body.

Jake watched for a while before implementing the rest 
of his plan. 

"Now stop!" said Jake. "Take that tit out of your 
mouth. Right now!"

"But I'm so close," pleaded Mary.

"No," said Jake. "I want you to realize that you 
control your body. It doesn't make you do anything. 
You, Mary, decide if you are going to have an orgasm. 
Not your tits or your cunt. You own your tits and cunt 
and it's up to you to decide what you are going to do 
with them. So even if you are close to a climax, I 
want you to stop "doing" yourself now. I want you to 
exercise control of your body now and in the future. 
It will be tough but that's the only way we can have a 
relationship. Do you understand?"

Mary nodded her assent. She finally realized that Jake 
wanted her for herself, not for her body. He wasn't a 
high school boy or one of her clients. It wasn't just 
her tits and ass. A man in Jake's position could have 
almost any girl, any set of tits and ass, he wanted. 
If all he wanted was just to fuck her, he could rent 
her for the evening. Anyone could. 

She couldn't wait any longer for Jake's decision. Even 
if he never wanted to see her after today, she knew 
that she loved him. Mary sat up on the sofa and looked 
questioningly at Jake.

***

"I promised to tell you what I think," said Jake. 
"First, very little you said came as a surprise. I 
know that Simon Business Systems runs an escort 
service. In fact, my father is the financial backer of 
the business. I've gone over the books many times. I 
know that you are an escort, and one of the best, I 
might add. I asked Sheldon Simon to set me up with a 
nice girl to take my mind off the divorce. He picked 
you as the best one he knew. It was supposed to be 
just for a roll in the hay. I didn't expect that it 
would change my life." 

Jake went on, "I even know about your past history. 
The escort branch of the business runs a full credit 
check and personal investigation on all employees 
because of the sensitive nature of their relationship 
with clients. The evening after our first date I 
pulled your file and read all about you. I probably 
could tell you the name of every man who had his cock 
in your cunt since your high school gang rape. But I 
won't. I don't care. 

"As far as I'm concerned our life, our real life, 
started yesterday. I've bummed around the world for 
more than ten years, had dozens of affairs, and you 
are the first real woman with whom I want to share my 
life. I like you as a person. It isn't just your cunt 
and tits. Whether you realize or not, you have a great 
soul."

"But why did you have me take off my clothes and 
masturbate in front of you before you told me this?"

"Two reasons. First, I wanted to see if you would do 
whatever I asked, no matter how absurd or demeaning 
and, second, I'm perverted enough to like to see you 
cum. You look so beautiful when you have an orgasm. I 
might even ask to see you do it again."

"But what about us?" Mary asked. "Do we have a 
future?"

"Of course we have a future. I think I love you too. 
But it's too soon to think about getting married, We 
barely know each other, I mean other than biblically. 
We should live together a while and work on our 
relationship first."

"But there are a couple of conditions. First you have 
to quit your job as an escort. I have more than enough 
money for both of us. Second, I don't want you to fuck 
anyone but me. I'll give you a climax any time or any 
way you want, hand, mouth, or prick but it's got to be 
me in your cunt. I can't promise you an earth shaking 
orgasm each time but I'm sure that we will both be 
completely satisfied. If I'm not around, you can touch 
your cunt yourself. But no one else's mouth, hand, 
tongue, or prick touches it. Finally, if we are lucky 
enough to get you pregnant and you breast feed the 
baby, you have to share your milk with me, after the 
baby gets its fill, of course. What do you think of my 
conditions?"

"Oh, yes! Agreed, agreed, and agreed. I'll quit the 
escort service in a minute, yesterday won't be soon 
enough. And my whole body belongs to you. As far as 
I'm concerned, I'm a virgin. My sex life started when 
I met you. If you make love to me the way you did last 
night and today, my cunt and everything attached to it 
will always be yours. I will always be yours. As far 
as milk goes, I always wanted to nurse my lover. If 
you suck my titties as nicely as you did you deserve 
to get something out of them. I would love to be your 
own private cow. I might even nurse a little from my 
nipple myself. Now can I put my clothes back on?" 

"OK," said Jake. "Now that all the serious stuff is 
settled, we should think about getting back to 
Marblehead. We still have about another hour to wait."

Mary started to rise, twitched her shoulders, and 
watched her big breasts swing back and forth. She 
turned to Jake. "You know," she said, if we have 
another hour to wait, maybe you would like to explore 
my virginal body. You can do a personal survey of my 
secret parts. I'm so excited and relieved that I don't 
have to keep living a lie. I want honest, real, loving 
so badly. I don't want to pretend any more. Just make 
love to me."

She reached out to hold him close and felt the bump of 
his raging erection. She was being driven by an 
overpowering urge. She had never felt this way about a 
man. With a single motion her hand clutched his hard 
penis. In a moment Jake's hard cock was in her mouth. 
She started sucking almost by instinct. 

It was a flash back to her high school gang rape only 
this time she desperately wanted Jake's cock in her. 
His strong hands caressed her legs, ran up her thighs. 
Jake reached down and found that her hand was 
reflexively working in her cunt, continuing her 
interrupted masturbation. Jake's fingers joined 
Mary's. It was a most cooperative masturbation. Jake 
had not yet cum by the time Mary climaxed.

He pushed her back on the sofa, and in an instant had 
his hard cock in her cunt. Mary pinched her left 
breast until the nipple was stood erect, then jammed 
it into Jake's open mouth. "Fuck me, suck me, fuck me, 
suck me" Mary crooned as she writhed under him. Her 
hands caressed his body, with occasional detours to 
her unoccupied nipple. Her hips lifted and fell, to 
meet Jake's penis driving into her vagina, rubbing her 
turgid clitoris. She clutched him tightly with both 
arms. He could feel the initial vibrations of her body 
through her breast, pulling the nipple from his 
sucking mouth. She felt a wave of sexual excitement 
that she had never experienced before. 

It was almost as if the last few days were a simple 
rehearsal of what was to come. Her body quivered and 
tensed, relaxed, and then tensed again. Parts of her 
body became alive, her breasts, vagina, clitoris all 
wanted their due. Stroke me, kiss me, love me, bite 
me, suck me, fuck me they all cried in unison. Mary 
was transformed into a totally sexual being, loving 
and deeply in love. Her entire life seemed to be 
preparation for this instant.

She started to shake toward orgasm and she felt her 
thighs go rigid. Her beautiful calves clutched Jake's 
back. It wouldn't be long now. Just as she was about 
to abandon herself to a mind blowing orgasm, Jake said 
urgently: "Look at me."

She opened her eyes. Looking into Jake's eyes while 
they fucked her was shockingly intimate, a kind of 
ultimate nakedness. Nothing could be hidden. "Don't 
close your eyes," said Jake. 

"I'm almost there," Mary gasped, "...now fuck me hard. 
Yes, yes, I'M CUMMING NOW! YES!" Just at the final 
YES, Jake felt his ejaculation explode into her cunt. 

She forced herself to hold his gaze while her hips 
jerked and she gasped with the exquisite spasms of 
pleasure that shook her body. Their eyes remained 
locked while they both shuddered in release. The 
climax was less physical but even more erotically 
intense than the first time they made love. Mary never 
believed it possible, but it was. She was suddenly, 
hopelessly in love.

When it was all over she grabbed him and held him, 
panting and shaking with emotion, feeling that she 
never wanted to let go. She kissed him and softly 
said, "I love you."

Then they pulled up the anchor and started for 
Marblehead and the rest of their lives together. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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