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Samantha's Story - Actress, To escort, To wife
by Anonymous Author (no address provided)
***
Failed actress becomes promiscuous escort until she
finally meets the love of her life. Sexually explicit.
(M+/F, rom)
***
As a teen ager I wanted to be an actress. When I
finished high school I studied drama at a local college
for three years. I dropped out of college when I got an
offer to appear in a a Boston tryout for a Broadway
play. But my acting career didn't pan out quite the way
I thought. The play never made it to Broadway.
I did receive favorable reviews, not for my acting, but
for my very sensuous stage presence. The reviewer wrote
that no man in the audience could take his eyes off me.
He felt that my eroticism actually detracted from the
play. When I was onstage, it was difficult to pay
attention to what was being said by the other
characters.
My performance attracted the attention of a recruiter
for Mitchell 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 me an
offer I couldn't refuse.
All I would have to do was "be nice" to a few out of
town businesspeople, in other words dine and eventually
sleep with them. I would receive a couple of hundred
dollars for an evening's work. It was hardly work at
all, sex was something I regularly did for free and I
was also very good at it.
After an evening of soul searching I took the job. I
didn't have many choices at this point. I could work as
an understudy at the theater, attending audition after
audition in the hope of getting some small part, or I
could capitalize on my present assets. I had an
attractive body and a real talent for sex. I knew, that
like professional athletes, my physical attributes would
eventually deteriorate.
Why not make use of myself while I was in my prime? I
was like a piece of perfectly ripe fruit that had to be
eaten before it spoiled. It isn't as if I would hate the
work. Besides, it would give me a chance to get a decent
apartment of my own.
My parents knew nothing of this, of course. My father's
company had moved to the west coast and he and my mother
were basking in the smog of Los Angeles. They believed
that I was still a theatrical aspirant in Boston.
Mr. Mitchell had an experienced escort show me the
ropes. I learned how to set up appointments with
clients, what hotels to use, how to behave myself as a
"trophy" girl friend, and how to deal with clients who
became aggressive. I was accompanied by the experienced
escort on a few assignments where the client requested,
and paid, for a twosome. Eventually I was deemed ready
to solo. The agency would set up the "dates" and handle
all the financial transactions. It was a truly
professional operation.
I had mornings and afternoons free. I spent the time
shopping, after all I had an apartment to furnish. Then
I would go to the gym for an hour of exercise, grab a
quick lunch, and attend an acting class at a local drama
school. I always hoped that I would eventually end up on
the Broadway stage. Until evening I was just a normal
20ish single woman in a big city.
After dark, depending on my client's expectations, I put
on my "go to work" clothes for an evening at a fine
restaurant and/or the theater. My undergarments were
always very feminine and in the latest fashion since I
knew that they might eventually be on display. They were
also designed to be removed quickly. Fortunately I had
no hang ups about my figure. I was a great piece of ass
and I knew it.
I soon developed a regular stable of clients. Most were
older business men who were entranced by my young face
on my sexy body. Indeed, with a little imagination, they
could have been fucking their daughters or younger
sisters. In fact one client repeatedly called my by his
daughter's name while I was sucking his cock. On rare
occasions I 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
me 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 me to an expensive restaurant, wine and
dine me, and then take me to a show or night club. Often
they attended some event where the client would discuss
business with his peers. I 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 big boobs. Once in a while the client requested me
to dress as a college student so he could introduce me
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.
I 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. My body would be fully used and no one would
ever know.
I got paid my regular fee by the agency whether I slept
with the client or not. But much of my income depended
on tips given me by grateful clients. And that, of
course, depended on the client's satisfaction. I became
very good at figuring out what the client wanted and
relied on my acting skills to be the perfect companion
for the evening. While not on the Broadway stage, I was
the consummate actress I always wanted to be.
I was rarely turned on by these dates although I did get
the chance to eat in a lot of upscale restaurants and
see most of the new shows that came to town. I seldom
had a real climax since I knew that her personal arousal
would detract from my ability to act a part. I massaged
my clients egos and faked my climaxes so successfully
that I convinced my male clients that they were a
reincarnation of Casanova. My female clients felt that
they were Marlene Dietrich. When the client left, I
often had to relieve my frustration manually. So my
"work" day was extended by at least an hour while I
pleasured myself to one or more orgasms.
If my "date" ended early I would spend an hour or so
watching TV, usually one of the late night porn
channels. Seeing women masturbate on porn TV was a
revelation. I had thought that all they did was rub
their cunts and stick their fingers in themselves but
they did so much more. Of course these were porn
actresses but watching what they did was a real eye
opener.
One of the porn actresses resembled me so much that she
could have been my older sister. I was startled when I
first saw her. It was almost like I was looking at
myself in a mirror. She was a solo performer in an
interview style film clip titled "She Can Suck Her Own
Nipples." In fact if you want to see approximately what
I look like, or at least what I will look like in a few
years, Google this clip. It may not be exact but it is a
fairly close likeness. The actress has my nice legs and
boobs. On closer look I can see differences. Her hair is
shorter than mine and her eyes are a different color.
She also spoke in an Australian accent so I knew that it
couldn't a secret clip of my sister.
The woman on TV was wearing a red velvet dress and was
seated at a bar. The unseen interrogator complimented
the porn actress then asked her if she liked to play
with herself. She nodded. What did she do he asked? She
thought for a while then said demurely that she liked to
play with her breasts.
"What do you like to do with your breasts?"
"Pull my nipples hard" she replied. Her answer struck an
immediate chord with me. It was what I liked to do to my
boobs too.
"Show me," the interviewer said.
The actress slowly slipped her dress off her shoulders,
put her hands under her full breasts and rolled and
pulled her nipples forcefully until her breasts
stretched out in front of her. Then she raised each
breast in turn to her mouth. She sucked and licked her
nipples lovingly, obviously enjoying herself. Indeed, it
looked like one of her favorite things to do. The camera
filmed herself sucking, focusing on the lipstick ring
she left around each stiff nipple.
The interviewer said that he had been told him that she
often didn't wear panties and that she had a very sexy
pussy. She gave him a quick smile.
"Would you like to see it?" she asked coyly. Obviously
he agreed. In fact he said that he wanted to film her
making herself cum. She gave a slight smile to imply
acquiescence.
"OK," she said. "I like to make myself cum too."
Indeed, she wasn't wearing panties. She raised her
skirt, lay back in her chair, spread her beautiful legs
and started caressing her pussy. Her vaginal lips were
swollen, red and florid. Porn actress or not she must
have been playing with her cunt before the filming.
Either that or her tit sucking must have excited her
more than a little.
The actress looked knowingly at the camera then wet her
fingers, pushed aside her engorged florid labia and
buried the fingers in her vagina. She slowly finger
fucked herself pausing from time to time to suck her wet
digits. Her hand moved faster and faster until it was
almost a blur. She began to gasp and moan as she worked
her cunt.
Finally she laid her head back, her legs shook, her hips
rose and she quivered to an obvious orgasm. It was clear
that she enjoyed her work. I couldn't tell if her climax
was real or acting but I didn't really care. I was
entranced. If only I could suck her pussy I might have
easily become a lesbian. Probably not a true lesbian but
certainly bisexual.
In all my experience as an escort I had never had a real
climax with a female client. Except for one occasion. My
business woman "date" for the evening was named Sarah.
She 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 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, I 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. I 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."
I was expected to spend the evening with this outsized
woman and entertain her as best I could. The attorney
was at least a decade older than me, in her late 30s.
She was in very good shape, much heavier than I am, of
course, but the weight was well distributed. Mostly to
her breasts, I thought. Their evening was very pleasant.
We had an early dinner at a fine restaurant, then took
in a touring Broadway play.
When we returned to the hotel, we 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 my 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 of us but a severe
glance from Sarah frightened them away.
During our conversation Sarah told me that she was not
gay 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 we left the lounge, Sarah invited me in for a
goodnight drink in her hotel room. I didn't expect
anything intimate to happen. Frankly I was a bit
intimidated by Sarah's size. It would be like sleeping
with the Statue of Liberty.
Sarah didn't intend to bed me either. The "date" was
supposed to be a simple dinner and theatre evening. But,
I guess when she saw my compact body, my great legs and
beautiful tits, Sarah's cunt overcame her common sense.
She suddenly felt an overpowering urge to have sex with
me. It was an irresistible impulse. She wanted to ravish
my body so much that 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 mine. Her tongue pushed between my lips in
the most intimate of French kisses. With a single
movement she lifted me off my feet and deposited me on
the hotel room bed. Sarah was big enough and strong
enough to do whatever she wanted with me. I was startled
by the suddenness of the embrace. However since Sarah
was renting me for the entire evening she could do
whatever she wanted. The escort service placed no
restrictions on how "dates" were used as long as the
client didn't damage the merchandise.
Despite her size and strength, Sarah was gentler than
many of my male clients. I was curious, and a bit
excited, about how this Amazon would actually make love
to me. I had an active fantasy life and my mind quickly
flashed through all the ways this gigantic woman could
give me a climax. In seconds my nipples started to
harden and I could feel little twinges in her pussy. To
say that I was surprised was putting it mildly. I had
never been so turned on by the prospect of sex with a
woman before.
Sarah quickly stripped my clothes off, an easy task
since it was a warm summer evening and I had worn very
little. Then she shed her own expensive garments. I
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 my naked body on
the king sized bed. Sarah knew just what to do with me.
She handled me like a large baby, flipping me around on
the bed, running her hands over my body, exploring
between my legs.
I knew that I had lost command both of the situation and
of myself. Sarah sucked my breast into her mouth, nearly
swallowing it in its entirety, while her hand worked in
my pussy. The finger Sarah put in my already wet vagina
was as big as most men's pricks. Between Sarah's tit
sucking and finger fucking I was swiftly rising to a
climax. My cunt was on erotic fire. The sexual
stimulation from my tits and cunt merged into an
overwhelming desire for a climax. My anticipations had
been correct. Sarah was having her way with me. What was
happening was completely out of my control. I was being
totally dominated. I couldn't stop it and, what's more
important, I didn't want to.
I knew I was on the verge of a big climax. My body's
countdown clock had started and I had only a few seconds
left before the nuclear explosion. It was all so quick.
It never happened that quickly with any of my male
lovers or even when I did myself.
"Sarah," I cried in a moment of clarity, "You're making
me feel so - - so good but if you keep loving me you
are going to make me cum. It's not the way it should be.
I should be giving you a climax instead."
"Oh Sarah, don't stop you are doing. Don't stop. It's so
heavenly."
"Hush," whispered Sarah, momentarily releasing my
breast. "I want to make you cum. It's important to me.
After you cum you can "do" me if you want. Now lie back
and enjoy yourself." She recovered my breast and resumed
sucking and chewing my sensitive nipple.
I felt my legs getting stiff, my thighs contracting, my
toes pointing, my back arching, all signs of an imminent
climax. I lost control of my body. It quivered and
shook. Whatever was going to happen to me would happen
soon. My hips rose to meet the thrusts of Sarah's hand.
I was building to a massive orgasm. All I 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 I was
shuddering and writhing on the bed. My legs danced to
phantom music. My body spasmed as I screamed in ecstasy.
MY entire consciousness vanished into my cunt.
"I'm going to cum now, Sarah. Yes, Yes. Now. It's the
best! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING NOW!"
And I came. Wow did I cum! My mind shut down for a few
minutes while it slowly disentangled itself from my
cunt. I floated in a haze of orgasmic satisfaction. I
had fooled around a little in college but no woman had
ever made me cum like that. After I caught my breath, I
kissed and fondled my client trying to give as good as I
got. I 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," I 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."
I went on, "I have a problem with men too but for
different reasons. My baby 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 me, then held me at arm's length.
"Samantha," 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."
Sarah held one breast up for my inspection. It was
bigger than a 5 pound bag of sugar and hung down to
Sarah's belly button when she stood erect. It was meaty
and fully packed. The brown nipple was as big as a large
acorn. It was centered in a saucer sized areola. A
little drop of white milk leaked from the nipple as I
watched. I was fascinated by the sight. I couldn't
believe that anyone could possess such of bounty of
flesh.
"Please hurry," said Sarah. "I need relief so badly."
I buried my face in Sarah's mammaries, squeezing,
sucking, biting while Sarah held me close. It was a
wonderful sensation. I pressed the big tits close to my
face while I sucked and chewed the flesh. I alternately
mouthed each nipple, running my tongue around the bumpy
areola while I nibbled the nub. It was the first time
that I had ever experienced intimate contact with
breasts so much bigger than my own. I began to
appreciate the pleasures that men found in playing with
my own large tits. I loved Sarah's breasts. I could suck
and nurse from those huge nipples all night.
Sarah gently massaged the end of her big breast to start
the milk flow. Then she shoved her nipple further into
my mouth, urging me to suck her breast dry.
ÒSuck my tit! Suck my titties! Drink all my milk!Ó
I clamped down around the base of the teat, hungrily
sucking. My mouth filled with Sarah's sweet-tasting
milk. Sarah instinctively brought both hands up to her
breast, then squeezed hard to get a massive torrent of
her 'mother's milk' down my throat. I gulped and
swallowed. It was the first time I had tasted breast
milk as an adult. I moaned in animalistic pleasure.
"Suck as much as you want my lovely baby." crooned
Sarah. "Really drain me. Chew me a little, even bite me.
My boobs like it."
"My God, I'm being nursed like Sarah's baby" I thought.
"I love it!"
I sucked for at least half an hour swallowing mouthfuls
from each nipple, nursing until both breasts were empty.
The milk tasted like melted vanilla ice cream without
the vanilla. "Of course it tastes good," I thought.
"Babies are supposed to like it."
I was fascinated by the idea of sucking milk from a
womanly pair of tits. It was what tits were really made
for. I had thought that I would have to wait until I had
my own baby and could nurse from my own nipples. Thank
God for Sarah's milky boobs. I didn't have to wait any
more.
While her tits were being so thoroughly appreciated,
Sarah shifted her arms and began to caress my legs. She
worked her fingers over my calves, massaging the flesh,
then began stroking the thighs. Sarah slowly worked her
way up to my pussy. This time her fingers concentrated
on my clitoris, masturbating it like a small cock. The
clitoris has a million nerve endings, all directed
toward sexual arousal. I felt the sharp twinges of
excitement.
"She's going to make me cum again. It's too soon," I
thought. "I can't cum again this soon." But with Sarah's
stimulation of my clit and my mouth sucking the sweet
essence from Sarah's bountiful breasts, my body's sexual
autopilot catapulted me to a climactic peak in just a
few moments.
"If she keeps touching my clit, I'll cum."
I had no choice. My body simply took over. It was a
long, delicious climax. I shuddered through my second
orgasm of the evening, clutching Sarah's body as if I
never wanted to let her go. I wanted to shout my
pleasure but my mouth was filled with Sarah's nipple.
Then Sarah moved her hands to her own cunt, stroking and
driving her fingers deep inside. Samantha could feel the
vibrations of Sarah's body through her breasts. In
couple of minutes I could feel Sarah's body tense, then
start to shudder through an orgasm. It was obvious that
Sarah had satisfied herself this way before. I had the
fleeting image of Sarah sitting at her desk, reading a
legal brief, as she plunged her fingers into her
receptive vagina giving herself a nice orgasm. I
wondered how she billed that masturbatory interlude.
When both milky breasts were empty Sarah and I switched
roles, going 69, enjoying each other's juices. My thighs
held Sarah's head in place while Sarah's tongue
penetrated my cunt. I, in turn, wrapped my lips around
Sarah's clitoris, sucking and nibbling. I was determined
to give Sarah a second big orgasm, just the way Sarah
had dome for me.
Sarah may have had the magic in her fingers which made
me climax so quickly but I had cock sucking experience
on my side. I tongued and nibbled Sarah's clitoris like
a tiny cock until I could feel Sarah's body begin to
shake. Her hips moved backward and forward in a
simulation of intercourse. Her large hands pressed my
head tighter into her pussy. She began to thrash around,
shuddered, and then had an earthquake of a climax. I
licked up the secretions from Sarah's throbbing pussy
after she came.
"Thank you. Oh, thank you!" said Sarah as she held me
close.
I never did get home that evening. Sarah and I fell
asleep in each other's arms. From time to time my body
quivered and I felt the most wonderful feelings in my
cunt as Sarah fondled my sleeping body to a climax. It
was the most erotic nocturnal sex dream ever. I'm sure I
reciprocated for her. I had known since my high school
days that I could have several orgasms in a prolonged
session of sexual play. It was almost a job requirement
for an escort. But it was a revelation for Sarah. She
never realized that her body could experience such
repeated bouts of pleasure.
I woke up at 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
I heard the jingle of my cell phone. It was the Mitchell
agency calling to tell me that my client, Sarah, had
requested my services for the next two days.
Apparently Sarah had made another call before breakfast.
I was glad to agree to the request although I would have
gladly spent the rest of the weekend in Sarah's arms for
free. The fee for my 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.
The remainder of the weekend passed in a wine induced
delirious haze of sexuality. I crawled all over Sarah's
large body, touching, licking and fondling, like Captain
Ahab exploring Moby Dick or Cortez discovering a new
continent. Sarah's massive breasts were palisades of
pleasure which descended to the grand orgasmic canyon of
her vulva. Sarah, in turn, licked her way up my legs and
body from toes to lips, stopping en route to devour my
pussy. In my hazy state my mind flashed back to the
cannibalistic fantasy of my teen years.
"No, Sarah," I thought. "You've got it wrong. When you
eat me, you devour my calves first, my thighs next, then
you can eat my pussy. Don't forget to leave room for my
tits for dessert."
The fantasy was so vivid that I shook myself and touched
my body to make sure I was still intact. Sarah had her
head in my crotch and was, indeed, eating my pussy,
chewing my vaginal lips and clitoris with gentle bites.
I really enjoyed being the main course for this kind of
meal and shuddered to a small orgasm as Sarah licked and
chewed my pussy. After I came, Sarah continued her oral
tour of my body moving up to kiss my lips.
Sarah's huge breasts required emptying several more
times. It was necessary to avoid painful fullness, or so
Sarah said. I think that she just liked her tits to be
sucked and I did my best to satisfy her. She told me
that she needed to be milked every six hours or her
breast would hurt and start to leak.
Sarah held up her massive tit and rolled the nipple
between her fingers to make it stand up. Then she gently
placed it between my waiting lips. She clutched me close
as the milk began to flow while she enjoyed the pleasure
of lactating. More than once while I was nursing Sarah I
felt a pull at my own breast. Sarah was sucking my
tittie too.
It was an odd but delightful sensation. Sarah had almost
all my breast in her mouth and was gently squeezing my
flesh while laving my nipple with her tongue. The
boundaries between our bodies blurred. With Sarah
mouthing, tonguing and sucking at my nipple and me
nursing at Sarah's breast, I imagined that I was
drinking milk from my own bountiful boobie. How
wonderful it would be to nurse yourself, I thought. To
drink milk from your own body. It would be a fitting
conclusion to all my hours of masturbatory breast play.
Sarah could, of course, empty her own breasts, but she
much preferred me to do it. I was happy to offer Sarah
this service. Necessary or not, both Sarah and I seemed
to enjoy giving and receiving milk immensely. Each
milking session turned into an extended bout of sex play
and mutual orgasms. We drifted off to sleep late Sunday
night, arms and legs wrapped around each other. I
clutched Sarah's dripping nipple in my mouth and had my
hand in Sarah's pussy. Sarah filled my vagina with her
large fingers. It was heavenly.
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 me 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 me forever. We
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 me for my personal phone number just in case of
some carnal emergency in the future.
I went back to my apartment and slept for hours. My
pussy was swollen. My clit felt the size of a
grapefruit. My thighs ached. My tits were chewed black
and blue. But I awoke with a smile on my face. The
weekend truly had been memorable. I was sure that Sarah
felt the same way. I 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 Mitchell, the fatherly owner of the temp agency,
recognized a good thing when he saw it. He wanted to
keep me in his fold. I was essentially a "nice" girl.
Not a drug user or an alcoholic. True, I had a very high
libido but that was an asset in my kind of work. More
important, I simply looked sexy.
While fashion magazines and Hollywood movies always
showed successful men with impossibly thin, classy
women, Mitchell knew, both from personal experience and
his clients preferences, that most men liked nicely
curved women with shapely tits and legs. No one wanted
to go to bed with a bag of bones, no matter how elegant.
Also, my clients were repeaters, paid promptly, and
didn't cause trouble. They were glad of the opportunity
to screw a sexy, responsive woman. I was certainly a
keeper.
To make sure that I stayed at the escort agency, he
offered me a tiny share in the business with a
substantial increase in income. I was only 24 years old
but by this time I was making much more money than any
of my high school peers.
One night I got a call from Mr. Mitchell asking if I
would "date" a young man a bit younger than my usual
clients. I would be doing a special favor for my boss.
He asked me 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. My job was to distract him and take his mind off
his problems.
Mr. Mitchell claimed that the son had no idea that
Mitchell Business Systems ran an escort agency. The
fiction was that I was a supervisor of professional temp
workers. I had just arrived in town and Mitchell had
arranged a blind date with a young man to keep me from
feeling lonely. I knew I would have to use all my acting
skills to keep up the deception. If I eventually decided
to sleep with my blind "date" I would have to make it
appear that it was an ordinary seduction. The "date" was
set up for the next day.
The young man, Jake, arrived at my apartment on time. He
was a couple of years older than me, nice looking, but
certainly not movie star handsome. His eyes twinkled but
his face had a look of sadness, Our dinner date was
casual, mostly small talk over an Italian meal. I tried
to figure out how I could get him in bed since he didn't
make any advances. To no avail. After an evening of
conversation he took me home, parting with a quick peck
on the cheek. I wondered if I had lost my charm. This
was my 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 me out again.
On our next date Jake was a little less laid back. We
went to dinner and dancing. Our interaction was very
pleasant and relaxed. I loved just being myself. I
enjoyed feeling his arm around my waist when we were
dancing. He pulled me close and I took the opportunity
to rub my tits against his chest. His eyes opened wide.
I thought that it was the first time he noticed that I
had breasts. This time our good night kiss was more
passionate. Jake held me close and I could feel his
tongue penetrate my lips. I could also feel hints of his
erection pressing against my pubic area. Altogether more
promising, I thought.
The following day was Friday. I had a couple of regular
clients lined up for the afternoon. They wanted to have
a last hot fuck before returning to their "plain
vanilla" wives in Chicago and Minneapolis, respectively.
I usually didn't take this kind of "call girl" action
but I 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
big man, a very aggressive lover and seemed to be in a
considerable hurry. Within five minutes his cock was in
me and we were writhing on the bed. I wrapped my legs
around him and squeezed tight just as he came. But he
didn't stop. He sucked and chewed my titties, grasped my
thighs and continued fucking with his still hard cock. I
didn't intend to but I finally shuddered and came in a
minimal orgasm. Then he licked my pussy clean of all its
juice, giving me another small climax.
I was a bit angry with myself that I had allowed myself
to cum with this client. The client and I had no sexual
chemistry. It was all almost mechanical. Like my teen
age trick of putting the vacuum cleaner hose to my tits
and a vibrator in my cunt. I didn't often cum during
these afternoon encounters but the two almost platonic
dates with Jake had left me so sexually frustrated that
I did this time. Enough genital stimulation would excite
a plaster saint.
Even getting fucked by a carrot would have made me cum.
The climax was barely adequate, even for an afternoon
quickie, but I wished it had been Jake's cock in my
cunt. The client's visit ended in less than an hour. He
had an early flight to catch and didn't intend to miss
it.
I had time to clean up and take a shower before the next
client was scheduled to arrive. He was the older man who
treated me like a daughter, a very incestuous daughter.
He was one of my favorite clients, requesting my
services on each one of his frequent trips to Boston. He
rarely made demands on me, just wanted me to play the
role of his daughter while he groped and fondled my
body. He lusted after his daughter but didn't dare
approach her. I was a convenient substitute. I didn't
know much about this client except that he was a very
kindly man with a strong incest hang up.
He talked about his daughter often. He even showed me
her picture. She was an attractive young woman about my
own age. She had returned to live at home after a short,
abusive marriage. She worked 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 me as
often as he could.
After the client arrived we had a few drinks while he
sat in an easy chair. I removed his shoes and asked if
he would like to get more comfortable. I 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. I didn't neglect his
penis but was not obvious about fondling it. When he was
comfortable I sat on a footstool at his feet. As he
talked I let my hand drift inside his robe.
His cock got hard as I stroked it. He continued to tell
me of his day's activities. I moved my head to his
crotch and put the end of his now hardening penis
between my lips, chewing the cockhead with gentle bites.
By this time the client was clutching my body and
calling me by his daughter's name, Kayla.
I loved playing the role of his daughter. It gave us
both pleasure. The client enjoyed the simulated incest
theme while I got a chance to exercise my acting chops.
"Suck me Kayla!" he cried. "Let me feel your soft
titties." His hands reached down and grabbed my breasts
and he started squeezing in time with my sucking. He was
so enthusiastic that even my pussy got a little wet. It
didn't take too long after that before he came in my
mouth.
His jizm wasn't too bad. I had tasted better but this
was OK. My clients liked to see me swallow their
emission and I usually complied. A bit more protein in
my diet wouldn't hurt. This was generally the end of my
session with this particular client but today he had
other ideas. Still holding my breasts he pulled my body
upward.
"Put me in you, Kayla," he urged. His cock was still
reasonably hard after the blow job. I took his prick and
rubbed it against my pussy lips until it stiffened a bit
more then shoved it into my wet cunt. It was a first for
both of us. His body began to move as he drove his cock
in and out of my vagina.
"I'm fucking you, Kayla", he cried. "I'm really fucking
you. Cum with Daddy. Please cum." I got caught up in the
client's excitement and, for a moment, really wanted to
believe that I was Kayla. I felt his penis moving in my
cunt. My body began its inevitable rise toward a climax.
The real Kayla would certainly love this. I realized
that I couldn't allow myself to get carried away. I
wasn't Kayla, just playing the role. I 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 harder. Oh
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, Daddy. I'm really
CUMMING! I'M CUMMING FOR YOU!"
It was all acting, of course. But I enjoyed playing
Kayla so much that I would have liked to have a real
climax with this client. Perhaps if he had stayed the
night and he played with my body a bit more I might
actually have cum. But my acting convinced the client.
He even gave me an additional $200 tip before he left to
catch his plane.
"That was a very good fuck," I said as he was leaving.
"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.
I 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.
Later that evening, I received a phone call from Jake.
The weekend was coming up and he wondered if I would
like to go for a coastal trip on his sailboat, moored in
Marblehead. We could go up the coast, dine at a shore-
side restaurant, eat freshly caught lobster and clams,
and return that evening.
I quickly said OK, then called my boss to cancel
anything he had lined up for the weekend. I took a long
bubble bath to wind down from my exertions of the
afternoon. I had come to the conclusion that when men
paid for sex they took it much more seriously than they
did on a casual date. I was exhausted and dropped off
into a deep sleep.
Jake arrived early the next morning. Most days I 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. I rustled through my closet to find
the closest thing I had to boating clothes.
"Samantha, you look lovely," said Jake. I couldn't
believe my ears. I had no makeup on, my hair was
uncombed. I hadn't even washed my face. I excused myself
for five minutes, took a hasty shower, scrubbed my face
with a wet washcloth, ran a comb through my 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 we stopped at a diner for
a bite of breakfast. Jake had already eaten but I
gobbled up my omelet like a starving waif. Jake's boat
was waiting at the pier. It was a luxury sailboat
somewhat bigger than I expected. The boat measured about
40 feet overall, had a raised pilothouse and standing
headroom throughout. It was very seaworthy. Jake said
that it was designed for single handed sailing. The
previous year he had sailed it from Marblehead to the
Virgin Islands without a crew.
We boarded and cast off, motoring out to the harbor
entrance then raised sail to take advantage of a
favorable wind. We headed northeast toward Gloucester,
normally a three hour sail away. I 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
trimmed the jib. He seemed so thoroughly competent in
his mastery of the boat.
I wished that Jake would handle my own body the same
way. I would simply love him to handle my breasts as
deftly as he handled the jib or navigate my pussy as
competently as he turned the helm. I even wished him to
fondle my legs as well as he set the sails. Jake wasn't
doing anything to me at all but I was getting wet at the
thought of what he could do.
We arrived at Gloucester about three hours after setting
off and had a delightful lunch at a seafood restaurant.
Our conversation was easy and interesting. I simply
enjoyed being myself without the necessity of flattering
a client. Jake spoke about his ambition to be a writer,
not a businessman like his father. As our 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. I winced at the thought
because that's just what I was doing to him. We dawdled
over lunch, totally at ease in each other's company. The
afternoon was over far too soon and we 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. Ot it could be a dead calm.
Within an hour after leaving Gloucester the winds were
gusting to gale strength and the waves were six to eight
feet. In the spray 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 us to navigate around a
series of islands in a high traffic area.
Jake felt that discretion was the better form of valor.
We 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 we would be likely
to encounter. I had been a little nervous at the idea of
a trip back in a storm so I agreed. Besides this would
give me an opportunity to have an evening alone with
Jake. Who knew what might develop.
Jake prepared us a nice meal in the surprisingly well
equipped galley. Nothing spectacular but very tasty,
especially when washed down with a bottle of good wine.
Our dinner time conversation was like a continuation of
the one we had at lunch. It seemed as if we had known
each other forever. The wind howled and the fog got even
denser as the sun set. Jake and I 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 our 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.
I was still sitting on the sofa. I had poured a couple
of glasses of wine, one for Jake and one for myself. I
patted the sofa for Jake to sit beside me. We 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 I
was very nervous. My body language gave it all away. I
began to fidget, crossing and uncrossing my legs and
wiggling my butt on the sofa.
I kept brushing non-existent hairs out of my face. I
kept touching the front of my boating sweater. I wanted
to clutch my breasts or pinch my nipples but didn't
dare. Anything to take my mind off of the pitching and
rolling of the boat. Eventually Jake put his arm around
me and held me close. Close enough to smell the faint
scent of perfume wafting up from my cleavage.
"Jake, I'm really frightened. Do you think we will be
all right?"
I leaned against him. The boat tossed as a big wave
caught it. I leaned even closer. Then I turned to Jake
and kissed him full on the lips. It was what I had
wanted to do all day.
"I hope you don't mind," I said. "I don't think I can
get any sleep tonight. All this noise and motion scares
me. I'm frightened."
Jake held me closer. I pressed my body against his. With
one motion I grabbed Jake's hand and put it directly on
my breast. Jake was startled, both at the audaciousness
of my action and the size of my boob.
"Yes Jake, I've got tits. Take them, use them. Do
whatever you want to with them."
"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 goddamn boy scout. 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 I was in a
boat in a storm and I was really scared.
"How can I help?" asked Jake.
"You can start by kissing me."
It was like opening the floodgates of a dam. Jake turned
to me and kissed me, this time pushing his tongue
between my lips. His hands slipped under my sweater and
brushed aside my bra, not stopping until he had grasped
one of my big mammaries in each hand. I could feel his
fingers clutching my bare flesh, my nipples nestled
against his palms. Without releasing me, he pushed me
away until he could look at me.
"Samantha, I tried to be a gentleman because that's what
I thought you needed. I've wanted you from the moment I
laid eyes on you."
I leaned forward and kissed him again. His hands left my
breasts and went around my back pulling me tightly
toward him. We hugged and kissed, our hands wandering
over each other's bodies. Eventually we moved apart.
Jake said, "Before we go any further, let's get
comfortable. The sofa pulls out into a double bed and I
have some nice cozy comforters that we can snuggle
under."
Jake and I pulled out the sofa 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
our body warmth. We had not planned to be out overnight
so neither of us had night clothes. I took off my
clothes, even my panties, and stood before him entirely
nude. In a way I was glad since I was proud of my body
and hoped that it would arouse Jake.
"We will have to sleep al fresco," I said.
Jake stripped down to the buff and this time I 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 I looked at him I felt my cunt twitch.
"If only he fucks as good as he looks," I thought, "I'll
be in heaven."
Jake slipped into bed with me and held me close. I could
feel his hands exploring my whole body. He was handling
me just the way he handled the boat. I hadn't planned
any of this but it was what I had hoped for. I usually
took the lead in most sexual encounters. My unalloyed
desire for Jake was a novel feeling for me. The men, and
sometimes the women, in my life had lusted over me. My
clients were generally turned on by my sexuality but now
my libido was in thrall to Jake's charisma. I had been
hoist on my own petard. Jake was clearly the master
tonight. I would have done anything to get him into my
bed. Even be his sex slave if he wanted it.
He kissed me and then his mouth moved and found my
breast. I could feel my nipple stiffen until it was so
hard it almost hurt. He gently sucked and chewed the
nipple and areola. I squirmed in pleasure. I wanted, no
needed, him in me.
I hadn't planned any of this. Certainly not the storm. I
just thought that I would invite him into my apartment
for a drink when we returned to Boston and let nature
take its course. Now all I wanted was to have Jake fuck
me.
"Oh Jake, "do" me, "do" me," I muttered quietly
I felt his hands on my legs. I wrapped my thighs around
his waist, my calves pummeling his buttocks. He ran his
hands from my ankles, over my full calves and up my
muscular thighs. His strong fingers gripped the
sensitive flesh on the bottom of my thighs. Fucking
could wait. I truly enjoyed having my legs caressed.
Most of my clients were tit men but I knew I could have
an orgasm just by leg massage alone. Jake had somehow
discovered my secret and was rapidly bringing me off
with touches and caresses on my calves and thighs. I put
my hands down, found Jake's now rigid cock, and guided
it into my juicy cunt. There was no hesitation. I just
shoved it in.
"Yes," I 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."
I grasped one of my tits and shoved it further into
Jake's mouth. "Bite my nipple!" I cried. "Harder,
harder!" Jake chewed down as hard as he dared, short of
actually biting my nipple off. In the midst of my sexual
frenzy I might not have minded although I would surely
regret it later.
I lost control of my legs and could feel them start to
shake and quiver. My hips moved automatically, rising to
meet each of Jake's thrusts. I couldn't be sure if my
body was shaking the boat or the boat was shaking my
body. I was moving so much that I put both hands around
Jake's ass to hold him in place. Legs, breasts, cunt.
All I knew is that I had turned into one large erogenous
zone. A touch anywhere would drive me wild. I could feel
electric pulses run from my tits to my toes. My whole
body had become a quivering mass of erotic flesh.
"Bite me," I 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. It's
the big one. I'M CUMMING! OH, MY GOD! YES! YES! I'M
CUMMING NOW! I'M CUMMING!"
My eyes rolled back in my head. My body stiffened. Every
muscle tensed. I let out an animal scream as my
diaphragm contracted and my body shook to the ultimate
climax. I felt as if my vagina had expanded and sucked
me entirely inside it. I had become all cunt. A
throbbing, cumming cunt.
I could feel Jake explode in me. It was wonderful. I had
been thoroughly used, fucked to the eyeballs, and I
loved it. My earthquake orgasm seemed to continue in a
number of aftershocks. Without question it had been the
best single sexual experience in my life. I would have
to find some way to get the relationship with Jake to
continue. That might be hard, given my profession. But
tonight was tonight. I would make the most of it.
We lay quietly for a while after the simultaneous orgasm
but I soon felt Jake's penis start to stiffen. I
massaged it, then shifted position and sucked it until
it became hard. Taking the initiative I shifted position
again and guided the now rigid cock into my pussy. Jake
needed no invitation. He started driving in and out,
remembering to grasp my thighs with his strong hands.
I simply 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
hard. 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 my help, a turgid nipple found its way into his
mouth. "Now bite me!" I almost shouted. "Bite me hard!"
We made love for what seemed like hours. The first major
climax had taken the edge off our urgency and now we
were in it for the duration. It was a sexual marathon.
First I climaxed, then Jake, then me again. Jake could
feel my calves pressing against his back, pulling him in
with each stroke. That seemed to give his fucking an
extra stimulus and he drove harder into my cunt. I could
feel the head of his prick battering my cervix. I
clutched him even tighter.
I had never been penetrated so fully. I came. And then
came again. Jake had very little sperm left in his balls
but his penis jerked to one dry climax after another.
Finally both of us got in synchronization again. Hips
and hands moved together. Jake's cock drove in as my
hips rose to meet it. I squeezed my legs around Jake's
torso as his hands gripped my thighs. My calves beat a
tattoo on his back. He bit so hard on my tit that I was
sure he would leave tooth marks all around the areola.
The pain and pleasure reinforced each other. I had never
felt my breast so well used.
"Jake, you're making me cum again. Oh my God! I'm going
to have another orgasm. Right now. YES! YES! I'M HAVING
AN ORGASM NOW! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMMMING!"
Jake's tit stuffed mouth couldn't say anything.
Then we relaxed, winding down from our efforts. Jake's
prick was still in my cunt. We both had a series of
little shadow climaxes after our earth moving fuck, not
terribly intense but still very pleasurable. I was a
little embarrassed that I had shouted my pleasure so
loudly but realized that on the boat no neighbors could
possibly hear me. I 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 keep doing me like that, I'll shout the roof
off."
Jake simply kissed me and said that he was glad that I
could talk so freely about sex. Most women, he felt, had
too many hang ups about enjoying their bodies.
Jake and I wrapped our arms around each other and fell
asleep almost immediately. We were both exhausted. Just
before I fell asleep I realized that I had not come so
many times in such a short period since my 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. We had not moved. As he turned back to
the bed he saw me lying on my back. I was in that barely
conscious state between sleep and arousal. I had thrown
the covers off and lay spread eagled, my legs apart in a
V. Jake couldn't resist the invitation.
Jake lowered himself on the bed and followed the V up to
my pussy. His tongue touched the sensitive surface and
he started licking. He could taste the fusion of our two
flavors. He started licking more enthusiastically. Then
his world was blotted out. I clutched Jakes head with my
hands and forced his tongue further into my cunt.
"Yes!" I cried. "Eat me! Eat me for breakfast."
Jake put his hands around my ass and pulled my pussy
tightly into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around my
clitoris, sucked it and chewed it lightly as I squirmed
beneath him. I couldn't help but talk.
"I'm better than ham and eggs. Better than your morning
coffee and a Danish. I'm as good as... Oh Jake! What are
you doing to me? I'm getting so hot. You are making me
cum and I haven't even washed my face. I'm not like this
at all. You must think I'm a slut. I want you to pull my
tits while you eat me. I'm not... a... slut. Oh yes!
Squeeze my boobies, Eat me. Pull my titties harder. Eat
me, eat me! Yes, yes!!"
"Jake" I gasped. "I'm cumming again. CUUUMMMINNNG!!"
Jake felt me shudder as I came.
Then I pushed Jake over onto his back. "It's my turn
now," I said maneuvering myself into the 69 position. I
lowered my mouth to the head of his stiff prick and
started sucking, gently scraping the surface with my
teeth. As I sucked, I stroked the shaft, two strokes,
then a soft bite. Jake's prick got stiffer and stiffer
and I could taste the pre-cum oozing out of the tip.
I enjoyed the taste and tried to milk his cock like a
cow's teat. But of course it didn't work quite the way I
planned. My cunt was just over Jake's mouth and I felt
his tongue slither into my vagina. He hadn't had quite
enough breakfast. I was being eaten again.
Jake's cock jerked then shot a tablespoon of semen
directly into my mouth. I loved both the taste and the
fact that I had captured Jake's essence. I swallowed it
with relish, then I squeezed Jake's prick to see if I
could force out another few drops.
Finally we kissed, looked at each other and said "Good
Morning."
Jake fixed us a reasonable breakfast, especially
considering that we had not provisioned the galley
beforehand. Fortunately both of us liked black coffee.
We dressed and attended to our morning ablutions. Jake
consulted his charts and listened to the weather radio.
He turned to me and announced that if would be at least
three more hours before we could return to Marblehead.
Both the wind and tides were against us. But he felt
that we could amuse themselves for that amount of time.
How about a nice game of chess? Or perhaps we could read
one of the magazines on board. Just then a big wave hit
the boat and I spilled my cup of coffee on my white
slacks. I 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. I didn't ask the obvious question.
I went to the boat's head to freshen up and change my
pants. Also to gain a little composure. I had never
experienced so many massive climaxes in such short a
time, not even with Sarah. Sarah and I had used each
other in a moment of need. We drowned in each other's
bodies. I was simultaneously her sex toy, her baby, her
breast pump and her lover. I was thankful for the
experience. It is one I will never forget. But I am
basically not a lesbian. I need men for normal
fulfillment.
My evening with Jake was something else again. In
addition to the more than satisfactory sex there was
another element that I could not quite define. Who am I
kidding? The sex was more than satisfactory. It was the
absolute best. I may never experience the like again.
I'm sure our relationship will end when Jake finds out
that I'm just an oversexed escort that was paid to take
his mind off his divorce. A cunt for hire
I shed my dampened panties and tank top and rinsed them
in the sink. I knew that my clothes would dry before we
returned to Marblehead. Then I brushed my hair, washed
my face, and mopped up a few lingering drips from my
vagina. I even applied a dab of perfume between my
breasts.
I glanced at my reflection in the mirror and stuck out
my tongue at the image. Ever the exhibitionist I could
have left the head completely nude. After the events of
yesterday and today I felt that Jake wouldn't be too
shocked by seeing me stark naked. But bowing to
discretion I found a large beach towel and wrapped it
around myself like a sarong. When I stepped out Jake was
calmly turning pages in a boating magazine and acting as
if nothing had happened. Cool.
He was leaning back on the sofa, legs extended in front
of him. I took advantage of the situation. If everything
is going to end when we reach port I might as well enjoy
Jake's body to the fullest. I will never get another
chance.
My hands went to his shorts and I pulled them off with a
single violent motion. I pushed him backward until he
was sitting on the edge of the sofa. One of my hands
grabbed Jake's balls, the other his hardening penis. My
lips closed around the end of his cock and I started
sucking. My hand gripped his stiffening penis firmly and
I started stroking rapidly. I was a master at giving
blow jobs and this was one of my best.
Jake looked astounded.
"What are you doing?" he managed to ask.
I pushed him back onto the sofa before he spurted.
Without pausing I sat astride him, one leg on either
side of his waist. My large tits hung over his head,
swaying obscenely with each motion of my body. He
couldn't keep his eyes off them.
"I have nice boobies, don't I? I want you to use them.
Grab them, suck them. I have no milk to give you but if
I did I would want you to drain me dry. Hold my titties.
I need to feel your hands on them."
I grabbed my left breast with both hands and squeezed.
The areola and nipple bulged."Suck me," I cried as I
bent forward and jammed the engorged tit into Jake's
open mouth.
"Suck it harder, harder. Bite my nipple. Chew my tit."
Without removing my nipple from his mouth, I reached
down and encircled Jake's cock with my hand. I shifted
my hips and shoved Jake's hard prick into my moist
waiting vagina. I raised and lowered my hips and started
slowly fucking Jake. I increased my hip motion literally
pounding my body into his. His penis was captured in my
cunt as I controlled the fuck. Jake was being raped -
and he liked it.
"You are filling me so full," I cried. "I love it."
"Fuck me, Fuck me," I grunted every time I slammed my
hips into his.
I shoved my nipple deeper into his gaping mouth. "Suck
me harder - harder," I gasped. I managed to free one
hand to clutch my unoccupied right tit. I squeezed the
stiff nipple with my fingers then pushed the end into my
own mouth, sucking and biting my own nipple to match
Jake's chewing of my other breast. I bit down hard. The
pain added to my passion. There was a salty, metallic
taste of blood from the mutilated nipple and I
reluctantly released the breast before I did myself any
real damage.
Jake could hardly believe what had happened. Just a few
minutes after breakfast Samantha was fucking him like he
had never been fucked before.
The movement of my hips became faster and faster. Jake
could feel his penis throb and he knew his second climax
of the morning was not far away. My movements became so
intense that my nipple was ripped from his mouth. Jake
looked down and between my wildly swinging breasts and
could see my pussy plunging on his cock. I had totally
abandoned myself to the act of fucking. If it was to be
the last time, it would be a good one.
Finally, after minutes of fierce, ball busting action, I
could sense that Jake was nearing the point of eruption.
He was just about to cum when I gave one last plunge and
collapsed on him. Jake exploded into my cunt while I
clutched him with my arms and legs. Both of us shuddered
in the ecstasy of of our unplanned orgasms.
We lay on the sofa engulfed in each other's bodies for
what seemed an hour. Finally I sat up and examined
myself abused right breast. It showed bruise marks from
my abandoned chewing and tooth indentations around the
end. My nipple sported a tiny drop of blood. I would
have to be a bit more careful in the future but then I
didn't expect to engage in lovemaking like that every
day. But if that's what it took to keep Jake I would
chew my nipples until they both fell off.
I brushed my hair out of my 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."
It finally occurred to me that I knew the missing
element in our relationship. I was in love. It's the
first time it ever happened to me. All the romance
novels that I had read talked about falling in love then
having sex. But with me it was the other way around. Sex
was no novelty. It was, after all, my profession. But
falling in love was totally unexpected. Jake kissed me
but I went on. I couldn't live a lie. I had to confess
everything.
"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. Mitchell Business Systems runs an
escort service and I'm one of the employees. I service
the clients that Mr. Mitchell 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 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
isn't the man. I 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," as the boys 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. Mitchell 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. I continued my confession. "I went
out with you pretending to be just an ordinary girl
because Mr. Mitchell 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, 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. I had 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 if 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 me, then stood up and poured himself
another cup of coffee. He slowly sipped the coffee
without saying anything. I fidgeted on the sofa. I was
moved by my confession and my eyes were filled with
tears. "Please say something," I 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."
I rose from the sofa and slowly undid my sarong. I was
totally naked. There were finger bruises on my tits and
body. Everything was revealed. This was a peculiar
request but it was a peculiar situation. When I finished
disrobing I sat back down. I must have had a questioning
look on my 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."
I did as I was told. I had nursed on my own tittie many
times before but never in such a strange situation.
Jake waited until he could see that I was actually
sucking my nipple. He saw my cheeks hollow and fill.
Little ripples coursed over my soft breasts as I tried
to suck imaginary milk from my Samantha. I always liked
mouthing my breasts but I usually did it in private. I
was a bit uneasy doing it under Jake's scrutiny. But the
pleasures of tit sucking were getting to me.
"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."
I complied. Then I let my nipple slip from my 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 real
orgasm."
I was confused at this command to pleasure myself but I
did as I was told. "Why, why?" I wondered. My body
wouldn't be denied. I gave in to masturbating myself. If
Jake wanted to see me give myself an orgasm, I would
make myself cum. I put my head back on one arm of the
sofa and raised my legs on the other. The fingers of my
hand worked in my vagina. My thumb stroked my clitoris.
I started to squirm with my erotic manipulations. I
didn't want to make myself cum like this, not in front
of Jake. I must be no better than all those bimbos who
masturbate in front of a camera on porn TV. Perhaps I
was just a slut after all, But my body gave me no
choice. My legs began to get tense. My hips rose and
fell. I was rising to a full blown climax. I could feel
twinges radiating from my pussy as I touched myself. I
was giving myself a climax, unwanted perhaps, but my
body was in command.
I glanced at Jake. He was looking straight at me,
watching me suck my tit and finger fuck myself. He saw
my almost childlike face nursing at my very womanly
breast, cheeks hollowing and swelling as I sucked. He
saw me plunge my fingers into my cunt. My eyes stared at
Jake as I masturbated, then wandered and became
unfocused as the erotic sensations coursed through my
body. I was going to cum soon. I knew it.
Jake watched for a while before implementing the rest of
his plan.
"Now stop!" said Jake. "Take that breast out of your
mouth. Take those fingers out of your vagina. Right
now!"
"But I'm so close," I pleaded. "Let me cum."
"No," said Jake. "I want you to realize that you control
your body. It doesn't make you do anything. You,
Samantha, decide if you are going to have an orgasm. Not
your tits or your cunt. You own your breasts and vagina
and its 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?"
It was a shock but I nodded my assent. I finally
realized that Jake wanted me for myself, not for my
body. He wasn't a high school boy or one of my clients.
It wasn't just my 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 me, he could
rent me from the escort service for the evening. Anyone
could.
I couldn't wait any longer for Jake's decision. Even if
he never wanted to see me after today, I knew that I
loved him. I sat up on the sofa, pulled the towel back
over me, 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 Mitchell Business Systems runs an escort service.
In fact, my father is a major 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 Stanley Mitchell 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 or woman who slept with you 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 years, had dozens of affairs, and
you are the first real woman with whom I want to be
with. I like you as a person. It isn't just your body.
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?"
"Three reasons. First, I wanted to see if you would do
whatever I asked, no matter how absurd or demeaning and,
second, I wanted to show you that you personally control
your sexuality. Finally 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?" I 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. You have to quit
your job as an escort. I have more than enough money for
both of us. 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 doing it. 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 yourself. But no one
else touches you. 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.
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 body 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 do 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."
I started to rise, twitched my shoulders, and watched my
big breasts swing back and forth. Then I turned to Jake.
"You know," I said, I'm still a little frustrated from
almost cumming. If we have another hour to wait, maybe
you would like to finish the job. You can explore my
virginal body. You can do a personal survey of all 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."
I reached out to hold him close and felt the bump of his
raging erection. I was being driven by an overpowering
urge. I had never felt this way about a man. With a
single motion my hand clutched his hard penis. I had a
flash back to my high school gang rape only this time I
desperately wanted Jake's cock in me. His strong hands
caressed my legs, ran up my thighs. Jake reached down
and found that my hand was reflexively working in my
cunt, continuing my interrupted masturbation. Jake's
fingers joined mine. It was a most cooperative
masturbation. Jake had not yet cum by the time I
climaxed.
He pushed her back on the sofa, and in an instant had
his hard cock in my cunt. "Fuck me, suck me, fuck me,
suck me..." I crooned, as I writhed under him. My hands
caressed his body. My hips lifted and fell, to meet
Jake's penis driving into my vagina, rubbing my turgid
clitoris with each stroke. I clutched him tightly with
both arms. I felt a wave of sexual excitement that I had
never experienced before. It was almost as if the last
few days were a simple rehearsal of what was to come.
My body quivered and tensed, relaxed, and then tensed
again. Parts of my body became alive, my breasts,
vagina, clitoris all wanted their due. Stroke me, kiss
me, love me, bite me, suck me, fuck me they all cried in
unison. I was transformed into a totally sexual being,
loving and deeply in love. My entire life seemed to be
preparation for this instant.
I started to shake toward a massive orgasm and I felt my
thighs go rigid. My beautiful calves clutched Jake's
back. It wouldn't be long now. Just as I was about to
abandon myself to a mind blowing orgasm, Jake said
urgently: "Look at me."
I opened my eyes. Looking into Jake's eyes while we
fucked was shockingly intimate, a kind of ultimate
nakedness. Nothing could be hidden. "Don't close your
eyes," said Jake.
"I'm almost there!" I gasped, "...now fuck me hard. Yes!
Yes! I'M CUMMING NOW! YES!" Just at the final YES, Jake
felt his ejaculation explode into my cunt.
I forced myself to hold his gaze while my hips jerked
and I gasped with the exquisite spasms of pleasure that
shook my body. Our eyes remained locked while we both
shuddered in release. The climax was less physical but
even more erotically intense than the first time we had
made love. I never believed it possible, but it was. I
was suddenly, hopelessly in love.
When it was all over I grabbed him and held him, panting
and shaking with emotion, feeling that I never wanted to
let go. I kissed him and softly said, "I love you."
Then we pulled up the anchor and started for Marblehead
and the rest of our lives together.
END
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