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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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 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. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 74