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It was not that I was a total stranger to shoving my tongue up another girl’s cunt. It wasn’t that I had no experience of sucking other female’s nipples or that I was new to squirming my mouth against another woman’s lips. No, it was none of those things that made it odd, no not odd, different. It was not any of those that made me feel a little strange with this woman. The thought of doing any and all of those things to her did not daunt me.
It was not the morality issue of being with another woman, it was not the ethics involved with her partner watching us or the fact that he might join us. It was not any of those issues. It was simply that being paid to fuck this woman made it so different.
Chapter 2
I was getting used to my new way of life. I had joined a very select band of people. Some called them ‘occasional partners’ others termed them ‘working girls.’ There are many names by which we are known. escorts, b-girls, call girls, prossies, hookers and whores. However you wrap it, whatever term you use, we sell our bodies for money, we sell sex. That is what I now did and, to be frank, I was enjoying it.
But then why not? Once you get your head round the morality issue, which is only really social stereotyping and brainwashing, what girl wouldn’t enjoy a thousand or two a week, cash for about twenty hours work? What red-blooded female would not like eating at the finest restaurants, visiting the top clubs and casinos and staying in the upscale London hotels? Alright you have to fuck the guys, but then for that amount of money, plus nice gifts, that is so eminently bearable, I am surprised there aren’t waiting lists for all the escort agencies. But then, there might be for all I know. On the other hand, is this just my twisted logic trying to justify me becoming an escort; high class and expensive, of course?
It was not all that different to glamour photographic modelling, well not the type I had drifted into. That had started with me posing for camera clubs of amateur photographers. The kind where once a month or so, they have a club night and a model is commissioned to pose for groups of between six and a dozen men with the occasional dykie female. It started with me doing that. It started with me doing topless, but not nude. That changed when I saw how much more I could earn, so the next stage started. That was posing naked. The next stage was one-to-one posing being hired along with the studio by a punter. That started when I heard how much more I could earn, a hundred pound for an hour’s work. That was not just nude, though, for I got requests to touch myself, pinch my nipples, cup my breasts and simulate an orgasm. Of course I said no. That was until the bookings started to dry up. So the next stage of my photographic modelling career began. That started with me letting a guy photograph me as I played with my breasts, it went on when another asked me to rub my pussy and went further when I was persuaded to slip my fingers inside. All for extra money of course.
I needed that money badly. After dropping out of uni to the total wrath of my parents, I had persuaded them to help me go to stage school. Not to be an actor for I doubt I could stand the rejection, but to be a writer, producer and director eventually, in TV. The rotten fucking luck was that just after they agreed that they would fund the college, but I would have to work to fund my lifestyle, dad’s property business went tits up and he went bankrupt. In turn, that caused him and my mum to split and he went to live in Spain. Somehow, he had managed to hide the six bedroom house in Chigwell from the administrators so mum was alright jack for, in addition to that she had an inheritance that kept her in Perla, botox, silicon in her tits and DKNY clothes. I lived with mum.
Of course my modelling did not and could not end there. More was inevitable, particularly if the price was right. And usually it was. So I began to sell more than just the chance to capture my image on film as I did things to myself. That started when I let guys do things to me. Touch my breasts, pinch my nipples and suck them. It went further, some masturbated me. Naturally some wanted more and I gave, well sold, them more. That started when I let a guy masturbate as I watched, it went further when I let another cum on me, further still when we mutually masturbated and it reached its peak when I let some cum on me, usually my breasts.
I was on a downward path, morally I suppose, but a hugely steep upwards one financially. Which way would be next, I often wondered? The answer was not long in coming. That started when I let a photographer fuck me. I did not make too much of habit of that. After all it was going a bit far, but if a guy booked me for a second or third time and we had got to know, like and fancy each other, why not, my tortuous justifying logic said? What really was that different from going on a date and paying for dinner by lying on your back later on, I thought using the traditional hookers justification. Well other than a coke or H habit that is and I stayed well away from those, especially the latter.
It was a fellow model Monique, who suggested escort work. She did it and suggested I think about it. She introduced me to a great agency. They did everything. Found the punters, checked them out, did the deals, set up the meetings, collected the money, delivered us to the dates, provided a bleeper alarm, phoned every hour, made sure we were health-checked regularly and even looked after our bookkeeping, but there wasn’t too much of that. On top of all that, they paid us our money within twenty-four hours of the ‘dates’.
The flip side was that we had to be totally exclusive to them. No moonlighting with other agencies and no personal deals. Also, for our health, they would not let us do more than four sessions a week. One or two four hour, afternoon or evening sessions and up to two overnighters. Still, with us getting between three fifty and five hundred for the short sessions and anywhere from eight to fifteen hundred for overnighters, dependent on what the client wanted from us, who really needed more?
In theory, a girl could earn four grand in a week, but nobody I knew had come near to hitting that jackpot. To do that, you not only had to swallow and do anal, but also be into BDSM. As I did none of those three high paying services, my average was one overnighter at a thou, and two shorter sessions where I got between seven fifty and eight hundred. Good money, though, particularly when you add on casino winnings that they invariably let you keep and the gifts of jewellery, underwear, bags and purses they sometimes bought you.
I had been ‘at it’ for about six months now. I knew, intimately, most of the top hotels in and around London, had been to practically all the top restaurants and clubs and most of the casinos. I was becoming a ‘face’ on the London escort scene.
I may well have been becoming a face there, but still my mum did not know what I did and I still lived with her, well most of the time. Before getting into escorting I had rented a small flat near to the agency in Bethnal Green, East London, to hide my ‘working clothes,’ which were mainly the bundles of sexy lingerie.
I used to go there before a photographic session to collect my gear and get ready. I tended to get to the tiny bedsit or studio flat as some called it a good hour or so before the modelling session and strip naked immediately. That made sure that the unsightly red marks of my panty elastic and bra would go away before I stripped for the photographer. Also, I would often masturbate as I bathed and got ready. That would give me more control over my sexual arousal when I posed later on, after all a girl cannot appear to her punter to be gagging for it as I often was. After starting to pose for the camera, I had found out quickly that I had a strong exhibitionist streak in me. Generally, as long as the photographer was clean, polite and reasonably good looking, I would become aroused as I undressed and particularly if he asked me to touch myself. That frightened me for it was such a short way from being aroused to encouraging him to fuck me, something I never did, but feared that the intensity of my arousal might cause me to indicate my need!
With the move into escorting my need for clothing changed and I had to have a range of cocktail dresses and other ‘uniforms’ that clients might ask for. The agency drew a line on us dressing up as schoolgirls and nurses and the like, but encouraged us to meet requests like, appear very young, look stern or sexy underwear. The flat enabled me to store all that gear and, after I had a safe installed, it also provided me with a hiding place for the money, which I could not bank.
I would go there and change before meeting the client and then get a cab to the West End. Sometimes I would return there the morning after to get back into civvies, although frequently I could do that in his room before I left and carry the glam stuff in my bag.
Chapter 3.
“Sammi you are ok with bi stuff aren’t you?” Sandy, the wife of the agency owner asked me on the phone as I was changing to go on a date with an Aussie lawyer staying at the Hilton.
Laughing, I replied. “Why, are you propositioning me?”
“Don’t be silly,” she smiled back. “I may have a nice job for you, if you are comfortable with it.”
“I’m ok as long as she isn’t really dykey. I’ve never done it with a girl for money though.”
“Shouldn’t be any different should it?”
“No, of course not, it’ll be fine.”
“Actually Sam it’s not just a girl, it’s her husband as well.”
“Oh a threesome?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“Yes he isn’t sure.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well the main event is that he wants to see his wife with another woman and he may, or may not join in. You ok with that?”
I wasn’t’ quite so sure now, but quickly thinking about it, for I knew Sandy had others who were up for some girly action, I asked. “How much?”
They want an afternoon with an option on the evening as well, so it will be two ‘fours’, as we called the four hour sessions. I was working out that would be about eight hundred when Sandy dropped a nice bombshell.
“As there are two of them and they want bi stuff, we do, of course charge a premium, so you’ll get twelve hundred, ok?”
“Yep fine.”
She went on to explain that Richard was a rich English guy in his early fifties. He had been a client for some years using a number of different girls.
“He hasn’t been around for a while, so that’s why you haven’t met him, but he just loves young blondes.” Sandy told me
“Lucky me then.”
“Exactly. Anyway he’s been married for ages and has, like many men, always wanted to see his wife with another girl. He says that he has been asking her for years and eventually she has agreed.
“How old is she then?”
“Early to mid-forties.”
The date with the Aussie lawyer went well. He was staying at the Hilton on Park Lane where I met him. I enjoyed myself so much with him that I soon forgot the conversation with sandy about the bi stuff. We ate in their rooftop restaurant, went to a casino in Curzon Street, had a few drinks in Tramp and then went back to his suite in the hotel.
He kissed me directly we were in the suite. He was good and I liked him so it was all very easy for me. My clothes came off easily, I removed his just as easily, he easily caressed me everywhere and I just as easily played with his cock. It didn’t take long for him to have me bent forward over the back of a chair, my panties round my knees as he easily fucked me. It was just as easy an hour or so later when I knelt alongside his naked body on the massive bed and gave him a blow job. In the morning, it was also easy to let him fuck me in a very straightforward way, with me laying on my back my legs over his shoulders.
As I ‘tubed’ it home, after changing into jeans and a sweater, I thought how easy it had been making the thousand pound, less the agency’s twenty percent, fee, getting the two red fifty pound notes tip and a receiving the little Fendi clutch bag, I had admired in the shop in the Hilton lobby!
Chapter 4
Since starting my escort work, I had not been with another woman, I hadn’t even snogged another girl. It did, at times, worry me, a little, at how much I seemed to miss the softness and gentleness of sex with other women. I did not have time to miss sex with men, though, for that had been in plentiful supply throughout my ‘modelling’ career and now even more so that I was a member of the ‘oldest profession in the world!’
Sandy called me a few days later and told me it was on for the following week. She confirmed the fee and said for me to meet them in the bar of the Ritz hotel on the following Tuesday. The client had said he would meet me first for a drink and then would introduce me to his wife with whom we would have lunch.
“And then Sam you take it from there.”
“Ok no problem,” I replied my mind, for some reason, going back to the first time I went with another girl.
I was nineteen and in my first year at Bristol University. I had got to know this gorgeous girl Stephanie who was a star of the third year. She was a straight A+ student and should really have gone to Oxford or Cambridge for the size of her brain was only matched by the wonderful size of her full D cup breasts.
We had been around a bit together and had gradually got closer to each other. That was accompanied by rather lingering glances, standing or sitting closer than was perhaps necessary and often touching each other. We had been to a rehearsal of a college play, What the Butler Saw, in which we were both going to appear naked. After it, I gave her a lift home to the house she shared with a group of equally big brained, but sadly not big-titted other third year students.
I pulled up near to the house in a dark road and we chatted for a moment or two.
I could hear the nervousness in her voice and see the apprehension in her eyes, even though it was dark in the MINI. We looked at each other for a moment or two until she said, in almost a whisper.
“Are you feeling the same things as I am Sam?”
The look on her face as she said that was so caring and intense that my heart went out to her. Instead of responding with the rather smart-arse remark about “how would I know” that firstly came into my mind, I replied, in a voice that was croaky with emotion.
“Yes Steph, I think I am.”
“Oh God Sammi,” were the wonderfully confirming last words I heard before we were in each other’s arms her lips on mine stopping any further talking.
It was simply the most exciting kiss I’d ever had, it was the most intense, the most arousing, the most succulent and the most enjoyable. It was long and tender, long and passionate, long and enquiring and long and inviting. It was a kiss of relief that we had found each other and one of demand that we wanted more. It was asking and accepting at same time. It was everything a kiss should be and everything I’d imagined it would be as I’d lain so many nights now, masturbating thinking about exactly what we were now doing.
Our arms went round the other and our hands, as if on autopilot, found the others breasts. No words were exchanged. We didn’t ask permission or give approval. There was no need, it was what our bodies wanted and our minds demanded, it was perfectly natural, the logical extension of the kiss and probably the most sexually exciting thing that had ever happened to me.
Somehow a couple of buttons on her blouse had come undone and my hands were on her bra and the bare flesh above it while hers were inside my sweater.
“Not here Sammi, not here, it’s too public,” Steph broke our kiss long enough to whisper.
“Where then? Where can we go?” I asked knowing it wasn’t in her house. “Just drive Sam, take me somewhere quiet, where there’s no one around.”
I almost smiled as I drove into the country her hand stroking my neck, for once again I realised, I was going to make love in a car.
And make love we did. Wondrous, magical, exhilarating and tantalisingly stimulating love; love that was so different, so gentle, so exciting and so incredibly satisfying. It was soft and slow and tender, but it wasn’t complete love, it couldn’t be, we didn’t have the time or the space on the back seat of a MINI for that.
Neverthelss, we did have the time to bare our breasts for each other, to stroke and caress them, to squeeze and pinch them and to kiss and lick them. We had the time and the space and the will and the desire to make each other cum by stimulating our breasts and by rubbing each other between the legs, but outside our clothing.
It was on the back seat of my MINI that I think I fell in love, well at least in lust, with Stephanie’s tits. They were even more absolutely gorgeous naked than covered up, well I suppose that is natural and inevitable isn’t it? They were so full, so heavy, so round and so firm, yet soft, if that isn’t a contradiction in terms. They felt amazing in my hands and incredible in my mouth. Her nipples were big, excitingly crinkly and tasted like nectar as I sucked them as a baby would her mother’s teats. Additionally, her reaction to my oral attention was fantastic and so horny. The groans and moans, the long sighs and deep grunts, the tight gripping of her hands on me and the straining of her body, all combined to thrill me so much. As I made love to those fantastic breasts I didn’t know just what it was that was giving me the greatest sexual pleasure, the feel, taste and look of them, or the wonderful way she responded. But did I care? No, not one bit. I just accepted, enjoyed and loved every second of the pleasure and extreme sexual stimulation I was gaining.
It was not by any means one way, for Stephanie was pretty much mirroring what I was doing to her breasts by doing the same to mine. Also it was not just me gaining the fantastic pleasures and stimulation for she was moaning and groaning as she had sex with my smaller, but I knew, equally sensitive tits and nipples.
We made each other cum twice like that, but we didn’t go any further. I wanted to touch her between her legs inside her clothing, but as she made no move to touch me there I was too shy to start that, maybe Steph felt the same, I thought.
As she opened the door to the MINI an hour or so later outside her house she held my face in her hands and we kissed each other very tenderly on the lips.
“I want you so very, very much Sammi,” she whispered.
“Oh yes, yes Steph,” was the only sort of rather inept reply I could make.
“I want to make full and complete love to you, very, very soon,” she whispered as she got out of the car.
“Where?” I whimpered.
“Tomorrow 2.00 pm. The Royal Hotel, I’ll txt the room number at 1.30.”
Chapter 5
I knew mum would be out on the Tuesday for its ladies’ golf morning at her club and that is a sacrosanct date for her. I brought some clothes home from where I stored them at the agency and had a long leisurely bath, washed and dried my hair, painted my nails, fingers and toes and did all the pampering things women generally, and high class hookers in particular, do when going on a date.
Not wishing to want to look too vampish to my ‘female client’, as opposed to being as vampish as possible when dating a guy, I wore white underwear. The Agent Provocateur bra was cut acutely across each of my boobs, just about covering each of my areola. Although it had that expensive flimsiness associated with high quality sexy underwear, it also somehow managed to give me strong support and push my tits up a bit, which made them look bigger than their thirty two B cup and gave me a great cleavage. It was as good as totally see-through so my rather small coral pink, areola and reasonably large nipples were very much on show through it. They looked good, I thought. I slipped into a pair of white lacy shorts, which were also see-through, so my small patch of neatly trimmed, near blonde pubic hair was also on show. The shorts were low cut, hipsters really, and from behind, the top of the crease of my bottom was slightly higher than the elastic of the shorts, which was round my hips. White, self-support stockings completed my underwear.
Being summer, I had decided to wear a pale grey, almost lilac, suit made from a very fine, very thin, material. It fitted me snugly everywhere and the three-button jacket having reasonably, but not overly, plunging lapels, enabled my ‘new-found’ cleavage to be very much on show. The hem of the skirt, which was some six inches or so above my knees, showed off my white nylon covered legs emphasising their shape and length. I slipped into a pair of silver, mid height, strappy pumps and was ready to go for drinks at the Ritz.
Richard Benson was an attractive and very distinguished looking man. He was tall and slim and looked to be fit and toned. He had a good head of greying hair, which he wore quite long, but neat and not in too young a style for his age, which the agency had told me was early fifties. He was dressed very smartly in expensive looking, beige, linen trousers, Gucci loafers, a dark blue, heavy cotton, pink and white striped shirt and a blue jacket. He looked rich and successful.
We chatted for a while as, quite clearly he checked me out. Not just as a young blonde that he would like to fuck, but also as a potential lover for his wife. I must have passed, for he suggested we walk the hundred yards or so to Langans where his wife Lisa would join us.
Lisa was a tall, slim, champagne, not golden as I am, blonde; she had the look that is sometimes called a ‘willowy blonde.’ Clearly expensively dressed in a tight, above the knee dark blue, sheath dress with a thin, white linen jacket, possibly snake or alligator skin, black, high-heeled boots, she was very nervous when Richard introduced us. She was, as it happens, like that throughout lunch. She was very slim, almost ‘stick-like’ as is the fashion, for some reason, with many well off people. I agreed with the agency’s guess on her age for I put her in her early to mid-forties. The tight dress was moulded to her like a second skin and nowhere was there the slightest hint of excess weight or unwanted lumps or bumps. Having said all that, she had rounded hips and her pert breasts made nice bulges. She was attractive although, by no means, a raving beauty. Her angular features, thin lips and oversized nose put paid to that. Her legs were bare and she was wearing mid height, heeled, strappy sandles.
As always, I drank very little. The agency stress that we must never overdo it and I agree that to keep things in perspective, my alcohol intake needs to be extremely limited. I do not apply that thinking to my clients, though, and I prefer them to indulge heavily. Although most men feel that being slightly pissed increases their sexual prowess, the reverse, with many is the reality, and that way they demand less from the girl. As it happens, at the lunch, it was Lisa who drank the most. Steve sipped a couple of glasses of red wine, I drank a glass of white and Lisa had a couple of both.
Fortuitously, but not that it can make that much difference to a working girl, I found both of them, attractive, likeable, interesting and quite fanciable. Thus, when Richard said. “Shall we make our way back to the hotel,” I was quite looking forward to the rest of the afternoon and evening for I was so reminded of the first time I had sex with a girl in a hotel and, of course, that girl was Stephanie.
I had not worn much. It was a warm day and there did not seem much point in overdoing the clothing. I just slipped on a little white thong and a loose, pale blue, thin tee shirt dress that came to mid-thigh. In keeping with the student style, I wore tennis shoes, with the laces undone. Daft really, but being in vogue is so important at uni. I walked the half mile or so to the hotel and feeling a little nervous, for a part of me was thinking someone would stop me, went up to room 854.
I knocked and the door slowly opened. Steph poked her head round the door but kept her body behind it. I walked in and my heart leaped when I saw that she was wearing just her panties and bra, both white, very lacy and completely see through.
“Welcome to my lair,” she smiled holding her arms out.
“Thanks,” I smiled back. “It’s wonderful to be here.”
As her arms went round me and I was squashed against her marvellous chest she whispered just before we kissed,
“You are sure about this aren’t you Sam?”
I whispered. “Yes.”
“You haven’t done it before have you?”
I admitted I had not and asked if she had and she told me that she had several times.
“I’ll make it so wonderful for you, I promise,” she said quietly
And she did.
Every single moment of the eight hours we spent in that room was wonderful. Every touch, every kiss, every fondle, caress, stroke and lick was a new experience, a marvellous sensation and a wonderful adventure for me. Every time we made each other cum, every climax and every orgasm, every time my body was held against hers and every time her head was between my legs was wonderful. And every time I licked and sucked Stephanie’s breasts or pussy was so wonderful.
Her hands had quickly lifted my dress over my head and she had billed and cooed her delight at my naked breasts. I unclipped her bra and dropped that on the floor with my dress. We went to the bed and lay in with our arms round the other. We kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed. We stroked and fondled and licked and sucked the others’ breasts and nipples and we made each other cum, several times.
We were lying on our sides in each other’s arms when I felt her hands on my thong and bottom. She started to peel the thong down so I did the same to her panties. We were gazing adoringly into the other’s eyes swapping little kisses as we made each other naked. She rolled me onto my back her eyes not leaving mine for one second. She supported herself on one elbow as she ran her other hand down my body and stroked my pubic mound. Still gazing into my eyes, her fingers slid a little further and slipped across my clitoris and onto my soaked lips. I grunted and my body jerked, so strong were the sensations.
“OK?” she mouthed, smiling tenderly at me.
“Yes of course,” I whispered back reaching up and cupping her breast as if to accentuate my agreement.
She then finger fucked me to the most massive orgasm I think I’d ever had. I came with my mouth full of her nipple and one of my hands between her legs. But she didn’t stop when I climaxed. I was still shuddering with sexual ecstasy when, for the first time, I a tongue on my pussy.
My body just seemed to explode with such extreme sexual feelings that I may well have fainted from them. I don’t know how many times I climaxed or whether I just had one of those long, long ones of the type Rick, my first older lover used to give me when I was younger. All I know was that my mind and body coincided in such physical and emotional extremes that I lost all reason. I was crying, grunting, moaning, sighing and maybe even screaming, but I did not and could not care.
What was a for sure, was that I loved it. I adored it and there and then I became addicted to and a massive fan of oral sex. I found it so wonderfully intimate and so fantastically giving. A unique blend of those two, the one being loved gives so much and the one doing it is so intimate. A perfect partnership in erotic sensations exchange, I found!
So far, however, the oral love had been one way. As I cuddled Steph and as she cradled my head to her lovely breasts I was thanking her and stroking her so I knew, and so I wanted and so I needed and so I so desired to do the same to her.
“That’s the first time anyone has done that to me,” I told her running my fingertips over her gloriously soft and smooth skin. I could hardly believe the difference in touch between a man and a woman, but then I suppose that is obvious, so what I mean, I guess, is the difference to another woman when she is as sexually aroused as you are.
“Really, anyone? Or do you mean just a girl?” she asked holding my breast and gently pinching the nipple.
I looked up right into her eyes.
“Anyone Steph, anyone at all, honestly.”
Smiling she replied. “Well I’m pleased to take your oral virginity Sam as well as your female one.” I saw the sparkle in her eyes as she went on, still holding and rubbing my tits that were tingling wonderfully. “I take it you enjoyed it Sam?”
The kiss I gave her being open-mouthed, tongue plunging and lips grinding, was intended to answer that question in the most affirmative way, but I still whispered.
“So much Steph, I enjoyed it so much.”
It was clear that the time had come; she knew it as well as I did. The moment was here when the favour had to be returned, no not had to be, needed to be and so badly. I wanted to love Steph that way, have sex with her like that, be so marvellously intimate with her and give her the pleasure she had given me. I wanted to hold her down there, have my face against her most womanly place, I wanted to taste her and smell her. Yes I wanted to fuck her with my mouth as she had just fucked me.
Looking deep into her eyes and softly stroking her body I started to slither downwards. She knew exactly what I was doing, where I was going and what was going to happen.
“Oh yes, yes Sammi,” she said softly and rather huskily I thought, as she ran her fingers through my hair and gripped my head. “Oh yes baby, have me like that, take me Sammi.”
Her words were almost as thrilling as the feel of her soft tummy on my face. They were nearly as exciting as feeling the crinkliness of her pubic hairs on my lips and getting on for being as pleasurable as the intoxicating smell that was filling my nostrils as my face rested on her silky thighs, that opened slowly and so, so wonderfully.
Then, for the first time I gazed at another girl’s pussy, and in marvellous technicolour close up as well. Sure I’d seen pictures of a few in dirty mags and on the net; of course I’d looked at mine in a mirror and yes I’d got very brief glimpses of other girls ‘equipment”‘in the showers at school and at tennis, but never anything like this.
Having my face between Stephanie’s thighs, my eyes and mouth so close to her pussy, being able to see everything and to smell her streaming womanly juices was simply amazing. Well it was more than that if there is such a description. I can remember just lying there gazing at her for a while thinking rather ridiculously and unnecessarily crudely.
“Are all cunts this beautiful or is it just hers.”
However, I had little time to ponder such delicate topics for I felt a pressure on my head and a low whimper from Steph, who had, I assumed been sitting patiently as I ogled her pussy! She had drawn her knees up and opened her legs wide.
Have you ever had a really magnificent curry? Have you ever sampled anything that simply makes your taste buds and sense of smell explode? Have you ever had anything that stimulates all the four senses of touch, sight, smell, and taste at the same time to an electrifying degree? Well if not get to suck a pussy as soon as you can.
Everything just simply blew me away. The silkiness and the warmth of Steph’s excretions, her lips and the feel and the sensations on my tongue as I was tipping her velvet were simply magic to me. The way her lips opened and contracted as my mouth, so naturally it seemed, found its way round them, along them inside them and onto her clitoris that, to my uneducated tongue, felt as though it was throbbing. The way her hands gripped then released me, the way they sought and found, for I moved so they could reach, my breasts, my nipples, my mouth, bottom and pussy, the way her body went tight, her back arched, her legs opened and straightened and her chest, her marvellous, wonderful, awesome chest, rose and fell. All of it was unique and fabulous.
“Oooooooooooooo Sam, Sam Sammi,” she groaned as my licking got to her.
She was pulling my hair with one hand and squeezing my breast with the other. I redoubled my efforts on my lover’s most intimate and private, yet now totally open and available places. I was holding her hips, but from a different angle to which I had ever held anyone’s hips before. My face was between her opened thighs, my body was lying in straight line away from her tummy, like a massive prick I thought, trying to get into her vagina. My arms were under her legs reaching up and holding her hips, pulling them towards my face as I pushed myself towards her, just like, I smiled to myself, that massive prick trying to get into her. Yes, my body and my face were both like phalluses trying to get inside Stephanie’s cunt to fuck her. At that moment, as she started to cum, I wanted to be a man, I wanted to have a cock, I almost wanted to be a cock, I was a cock, or more realistically my tongue was a cock and it was that which was most certainly fucking this magnificent woman.
It was too complicated, confusing and sheer fucking exciting to faithfully record; I simply cannot remember what happened in detail. All I know is that I made Steph cum, several times and that was incredible. I had made men cum before, but that had nowhere near the effect on me that giving my first female lover an orgasm did.
Chapter 6
It was not uncommon with a client for nothing to have been said about the impending sex until we were in the bedroom. Many men who use girls like me, seem to want to pretend that we are not hookers, woops sorry escorts, but instead we are their girl-friends. Why? Something to do with not wanting to accept that they have to pay for it to get ‘a bit on the side’ I imagine. Or maybe they are kidding themselves that they are not cheating on the wife simply for sex!
So, it wasn’t until we were in the rather old fashioned, faded elegance of their Ritz bedroom that anything at all was mentioned. I did appreciate that it was a more difficult and complicated situation than I was used to. Normally, if the man seemed to be slightly reticent, and many really are nervous being with an escort, I would perhaps initiate things. Not too overtly, of course, nothing like grabbing hold of his dick or stripping off. They would be too vulgar approaches for girls from our agency. No, I might sit close to them, let my leg touch theirs, accidentally, rest my fingertips on their wrist or hand, lean forward and let my top gape or cross my legs and let my skirt ride up. If those pretty covert gestures did nothing I might say.
“Would like me to do anything?” Or “Should I get undressed?” Or even “What did you have in mind now?” Well you have to get things going don’t you?
This, though, was so different. It was not the straightforward fuck I was used to. This was something to do with the relationship between a man and his wife. Mostly, what I did was trivia; a guy in London wanting to get laid and me a girl willing to be laid for a fee. Pay the fee and fuck me was the deal. Ok it might be influenced a bit by him wanting me to be his girl-friend for the night, but essentially it was straightforward and outside his relationship. This was very much inside it. There really was, for a while at least, going to be three in their relationship.
Removing his jacket and hanging it carefully in the wardrobe Richard said.
“May I offer you a drink, Sammi? Some champagne perhaps or wine?”
“No thank you Richard, water or juice would be great.”
“Darling?” He said to Lisa who was standing leaning against the dressing table. I
“Yes please, white wine would be good, Meursault preferably.”
It was quite warm in the room, which at probably five hundred a day was a bit of a liberty I thought; at those prices the least one can expect is perfection! Lisa had also removed her jacket and I saw that her dress was sleeveless, her arms were nicely tanned.
The atmosphere was taught, she was clearly very nervous as Richard got onto room service and ordered the wine.
I am not very good in such circumstances for I am so rarely in them. I mean how often does any girl get paid to seduce another who, as far as I could so far tell, wasn’t really up for it. I did try though.
“Shall I put some music on?” I asked picking up the remote for the plasma and removing my jacket, which I hung on the back of a chair.
“If you want,” she replied lighting a cigarette, which I found odd for she had not smoked before. It made me wonder what the hotel would think or do when they found out?
Sitting on the bed, I found a light music station. “Ok Lisa?” I asked. She simply nodded.
“I assume Sammi,” Richard started after hanging up the phone. “The agency explained the, er, rather special circumstances of this, didn’t they?”
I glanced from him to Lisa and back again. “Yes Richard they did.”
“And you are comfortable and understand what we want?” He continued sitting in a gilt-armed, Louis something replica chair right opposite me. I was perched on the edge of the bed with my legs crossed, obviously showing quite an expanse of the white nylon. Unlike most punters I have been with in a hotel bedroom, he did not stare at them, but instead looked at my face. He did not even look at his wife who was still half leaning and half sitting on the dressing room over the far side of the room smoking her cigarette that had that aroma of Turkish or perhaps French cigarettes.
“Yes, I am and do,” I replied, glancing at Lisa, who was now looking out of the window at Green Park.
I looked back at Richard and raised my eyebrows, trying to enquire about his wife. He was staring at me. My skirt now, had ridden half-way up my thighs, but not so that I was showing my stocking tops. At last he looked at them and then slowly ran his eyes up my chest, lingering at my breasts and then caught my eye. He shrugged and then nodded towards Lisa as if to say ‘Up to you, go for it.’
I didn’t really know what I should do, but for twelve hundred I felt I should improvise. I stood up and walked over to Lisa. I stood close behind her. She must have known I was there, for I could smell her perfume, so presumably she could mine as well. I made sure she knew by putting my hand on her waist.
“Lisa,’ I said quietly.
“Yes,” was her monosyllabic, terse reply.
“Are you comfortable with this?”
She did not reply. I moved a little closer so that my body was nearly touching her back. I let my hand run slightly downwards so that through the fine wool of her beautiful dress I felt her hip. She did not respond either positively or negatively.
“Well Lisa?” I said placing my other hand on her other hip and softly caressing her. “Are you?”
I really was going so far out of my comfort zone in several ways. As a woman, as a hooker and as a ‘bit of a les,’ well a bi or lipstick really. I felt sorry for Lisa that her husband was putting her in this position, but I could see this all going pear shaped and my fee going out of the window. At the same time, I was now beginning to fancy her, but had no idea what to do; I had never seduced a woman before.
I touched her hips more firmly, caressing her really and moved closer so that my chest was brushing against her back. Not that firmly, but enough, I thought, to make her aware and certainly sufficiently for my breasts to feel it and my nipples to react inside the suit.
“I don’t know Sammi, I really don’t,” she said in her well-modulated and pleasantly plumby, upmarket voice.
I looked over at Richard who returned my gaze with a blank expression on his face, although he looked aroused at me touching his wife. Men are so odd like that.
I racked my brain as to what to do. I tried putting myself in Lisa’s position, but it was hopeless. The only time I had been anywhere near that was with Steph in my MINI and then I was as willing, no eager really, as she was. Lisa clearly was not yet convinced on the joys of lesbian sex, probably a deficiency in her upbringing, I thought, smiling.
Richard nodded. ‘What the fuck did that mean? I thought. I raised my eyebrow in the universal sign of ‘I have no idea what the hell you are suggesting?’ He simply nodded again. I thought I got what he meant.
I toyed with putting my arms round her and clasping her tits or stroking her tummy, but felt that might be a little too extreme. Instead, I reached up for the zip, which ran down from the neck of her dress at the back to beneath her waist. Just as I took hold of the tag, I saw that there was a small hook and eye at the top. Even though, I was nervous, I managed to fiddle it undone. I was sure that she could not have avoided knowing what I was doing as slowly I slid the zip down. It went past her thin, dark blue bra strap with the distinctive JR near to the clasp telling me it was top quality Janet Regar. She did not react one way or the other as I uncovered her beautifully straight, slim back, but instead stood smoking and looking out of the window. I slowly slid the zip down and just as slowly eased the back of her dress apart. However, having undone the zip so that was beneath her waist and having pulled the sides apart, I didn’t know what to do next.
I looked at Richard and again he gave me that meaningless, but enthusiastic nod. He was no help. I said.
“Are you ok Lisa?”
She replied with an unenthusiastic. “Yes fine.”
I slid the dress off her shoulders and down her arms, but as they were folded I couldn’t get it past her elbows. I moved a little closer and softly pressed my tummy against her bum. There was no reaction from her, but there was, oddly enough, from me. I was getting worked up; ‘This seduction lark is fun,’ I thought, pulling the neckline of the dress down as far as I could. I could see that it was resting on her arms, which were folded just beneath her boobs.
“Why don’t you turn round Lisa?” I said, rather croakily.
Again that flat tone as she simply said. “Ok” and turned round to face me, but to look at her husband. I could not tell for certain just what the look in her eyes expressed, but it certainly was not love and affection
She turned round. She looked good. The top of her dress was down beneath her breasts although her arms were still in it. The dark blue bra was delicate and flimsy, but provided her with the necessary support that her small yety full breasts required. It also created a lovely deep cleavage. Our gazes met. I smiled, but got no reaction really, just a slight raising of her eyebrow. I reached out and took hold of the neck of her dress.
“Let me take this Lisa,” I whispered, pulling at the material. She uncrossed her arms and I wiggled the material away from them. The top fell downwards so that all of her breasts, her lower chest and her waist were exposed. I moved closer and put both hands onto the dress by her hips. She caught my eye.
“I’ll do it,” she said in a matter of fact tone, as she placed her hands on the dress.
I moved back a pace and watched as, with a nice, quite sexy shimmying of her hips, a slight bend at the waist and a push from her hands, she slithered the tightish dress down her long, long legs and let it fall to make a pool of hideously expensive, dark blue material round her feet. She did not move at first and that gave me the chance to run my eyes up and down her. In addition to the lovely, very delicate, silky bra, she was wearing matching JR, dark blue, lace panties cut high at the groin and black strappy shoes, nothing else. Her small, but full, if that is not a contradiction, for that was the impression I gained, breasts looked even better, and were, probably slightly fuller than mine. Through the almost diaphanous, blue lace of her bra, I could see the outlines of her nipples and areola, both looked big, but her nipples did not appear to be hard.
“Take your jacket off as well Sam,” Richard said from behind me. “Lisa’s a little shy and would welcome the company. Yes Lisa?”
Lisa did not reply, but she watched with more interest than she had shown in anything else as I undid the buttons on the grey jacket. I did not take it off though, for I had another idea. Leaving it hanging open, I slid the zip on the skirt down, pushed that down over my hips and legs and let it also drop to the ground. I didn’t, though, leave it crumpled on the ground, but picked it up and hung it over a chair; I might be earning big bucks, but I still had a respect for money, unlike her, for she made no effort to copy me.
“You look lovely Lisa,” I muttered pleased and not just a little excited to see her eyes running up and down my body. I was still wearing the jacket. Somehow, being more fully dressed than my prospective lover gives me a buzz and, so I have been told, them as well.
I reached out for her hand. She didn’t stop me when I held it.
“Let’s sit on the bed,” I whispered. “Ok?”
“Yes, if you want,” she replied in that dead voice.
I led her past her husband to the other side of the bed. His eyes never left us, but seemed to focus more on me than on Lisa, which I am sure she must have noticed.
We sat on the edge of the bed. I pressed my hip and leg against hers. Again, there was no response, either positive or negative. I turned to half face her, my left breast brushing against her arm. She looked at me, I smiled and nearly got one back.
“You are very beautiful Lisa, you have a gorgeous body,” I said resting my hand on her leg half way up her thigh. I felt a slight shudder, but I had no idea whether it was excitement or fright. I knew I had to push things if I was to ‘earn my corn,’ so I ran my hand up her slim, smooth, nicely tanned leg. At the same time I slid my fingers towards the inside of her thigh, right onto that ultra-smooth skin that leads the way to a woman’s epi-centre of sexuality, her cunt.
I stroked her there for a moment or two contemplating what to do next. I was in uncharted waters. I had never done anything like this before and I really wanted to give it my best go, for I didn’t want Richard giving a bad report to the agency. I stood up and, after glancing at him, who in my eyes was becoming more and more of an arsehole, I looked into Lisa’s. She had stunningly blue eyes I noticed as slowly and, I hoped sensuously, I removed my jacket.
It was gratifying to see her eyes go straight to my breasts. Being made from a thin, white net, my bra was almost completely see-through. It hid nothing, certainly not my quite small, coral pink areola or my nipples, which Lisa could not have failed noticing were now very erect indeed. Smiling at her, I reached behind my back and flicked the clasp open and let the ends of the bra strap fall apart. The cups clung to my breasts as if not wishing to expose their cargoes. I leaned forward, put my hands up and slowly pulled them away as, all the time, I stared into her eyes. She was staring intently, but said and did nothing else.
I am used to clients talking to me and complimenting me on my body, whether they mean it or not. It was strange, therefore to be revealing it and getting nothing back. Nevertheless, I was finding the whole thing far more exciting than I would ever have imagined. I had not thought for one moment that I would have to work this hard; being the predator quite appealed to me.
I sat down on the bed again, this time to her left, so I was nearer to where Richard was sitting. I had seen that his eyes hardly stopped staring at my tits as I sat down. I leaned back behind Lisa and took the bra strap into my fingers. Before actually undoing the clip, I said quietly.
“Ok Lisa?”
She nodded. I quickly undid the clasp and eased the straps off her shoulders. Moving my body back round to the front, I slid her bra off. Being rather womanly catty I was quite pleased to see that without the support, her boobs sagged a little, but they still looked very appealing. All those memories of the amazing times I had loving Stephanie’s breasts flooded my mind as, almost without thinking, I reached out and cupped her left breast. It was beautifully smooth, but surprisingly soft; both Stephanie’s and Sandra’s, the other woman I had been with, had been so much firmer and the feel of Lisa’s, though still nice, surprised me. Nevertheless, if the feel of her breast in my hand was surprising, her reaction was even more so.
“No. No stop,” she said firmly, pushing my hand away and standing up. “I can’t do this.” She went on looking at her husband then at me as she added. “I’m sorry Sammi, but I just can’t.”
I mumbled something like. “I understand Lisa, it’s no problem,” as I too stood up and put my jacket back on.
We both looked at Richard whose face was like thunder.
“Lisa, you promised,” he said sternly.
“I didn’t, I said I would try.”
They started arguing.
“Might it be better if I left you for a while?” I asked.
“Yes thank you Sammi,” Richard said again leering at my body. “Why don’t you pop down to the bar or cafe and get something, charge it to the room.”
“No, it’s ok, I’ll have a walk in the park it looks lovely. I’ll come back to the hotel in twenty minutes and call the room,” I said finishing dressing and walking out. I did not want to sit in the bar or around the hotel by myself; ‘I might be mistaken for a hooker’ I smiled.
Thirty minutes later when I called, Richard said for me to wait and he would come down. In hushed tones sitting ine the super elegant lobby, he explained that things were not going well, but that they wanted me to stay.
“Maybe she’ll change her mind,” he said.
“I am sorry Richard, I did try, but having sex with another woman, if it doesn’t come naturally is bit like taking a horse to water, that’s easy, making it drink isn’t.”
He smiled. “Yes good analogy and thanks for trying. I think you did your best and rest assured it’s not you, Lisa has stressed that.”
I smiled back. “Thanks that’s a relief, I thought I was losing my charm.”
He put his hand possessively round my shoulders and said. “Rest assured you haven’t Sammi, and whatever the outcome today, I want to see you again. Come on let’s go.”
Lisa had clearly been crying. She had slipped into one of the hotel bathrobes, taken her shoes off and was sipping another glass of wine. She was seated in the centre of the bed her feet tucked under her legs. She looked lost, fragile and delicate and I felt sorry for her.
She and Richard chatted for a bit and Lisa said to me.
“I am sorry Sammi, I think you’re terribly attractive, but I just can’t feel anything for women.”
“Why did you say you would then?” I asked, rather uncharacteristically and ‘unescortlike’ going outside my area of involvement.
“Yes why did you Lisa?” Richard joined in.
She looked at him. “You know why?” She snapped.
“Well tell us.”
“Because you wanted me to.”
“Yes, and you said you would.”
“I know and I tried, but couldn’t.”
“But did you really try hard enough?” Richard said sitting on the bed next to his wife.
I went and looked out of the window as Lisa had earlier. I was getting a little bored with this and was beginning to worry whether I would get paid.
“Do you mind if I have a shower?” I asked.
“No, sure go ahead,” Richard replied.
I actually had a nice soak and was drying myself when there was a knock on the door.
“Yes?” I called out.
“Open the door,” Richard said.
I wrapped a towel round me and opened it.
“Come and join us Sammi, we’ve got another idea how you can earn your money,” Richard said looking up and down my body. I looked up and down his too. His shirt was open and his trousers were off. He was wearing white boxers.
“Let me get dressed then.”
Smiling, he reached past the bathroom door and grabbed my arm. “Don’t bother Sam, you won’t need clothes.”
He led me back to the bed where I saw Lisa lying on her back, naked right in the middle.
“What’s happening then?” I asked, perhaps overstepping my terms of reference, after all he was the client and they were man and wife.
“You’ll see, just lay beside Lisa.”
I looked at Lisa and smiling I raised my eyebrows enquiringly. She nodded back so I went to climb onto the bed. As I did Richard said.
“There’s no need for the towel Sam.”
“What?”
“Drop the towel, luv.”
Turning, I saw that he had taken his shirt off and was slipping his boxers down. He wasn’t erect. I got his message and undid the towel; that, I did let fall to the floor.
Lying beside Lisa I smiled encouragingly at her wondering whether she had had a change of heart; I rather hoped she had actually. It became clearer as Richard joined us on the bed laid the other side of his wife. I still could not make out the plan, but began to get the message when he rolled on top of her and kissed her. I watched his hands run up and down her body, I saw hers stroking his, surprisingly, pert, bum, his squeezing her breasts and hers pinching his cheeks. They were squirming their bodies together, grinding their chests against each other, kissing and caressing each other. It was all very exciting.
I had never been in a situation such as this. I had seen other couples having sex on film and once, as a student had been in the same room when I and another girl had sex with two blokes, but never quite like this, not in such sensational close-up where I could see everything, smell them and hear their every movement. I had no idea what was expected of me. I did not know whether I should join in or, maybe simply touch them. I felt it best to wait for instructions.
They kissed and caressed each other for some time making me feel a little bit like the proverbial spare prick at a wedding. At last, Richard pulled away and broke the kiss with his wife. He rolled off her body and lay beside her, again the other side to me. He sat up and propped himself against the headboard. Lisa also sat up and leaned back against him. His arm slid round her and he cupped her breast. I could see that her nipples were hard, but that he was, at best, still only half-erect. Her hand was resting on his thigh near to his limp dick.
They both looked at me. Although now very used to being naked in front of others, both as a photographic model and as an escort, they had nearly all been men by themselves. I had not been naked in front of a man and woman, let alone a husband and wife before. I felt strangely embarrassed, a little shy and out of my comfort zone. Nothing was said for a moment or two. I did not know what to do, think or say, so I simply waited.
“Sammi,” Richard said in quite a taught voice.
“Yes Richard?” I replied, as their eyes seemed to devour me.
I saw Lisa, intentionally I thought as she knew I was looking, move her fingers so they were touching the tip of Richard’s cock. She looked right into my eyes and smiled slightly. Richard did the same as his fingers pinched Lisa’s nipple, which looked eminently suckable. I again wondered if she had changed her mind, or whether he wanted to shag me, but I doubted that, due to what the agency had told me.
‘What the hell could it be?’ I wondered. I didn’t have to wait long.
“Play with yourself for us Sammi. Will you do that?” Richard asked.
“How do you mean?” I rather ridiculously asked.
“You must know what he means,” Lisa joined in. “Like we all do at times?”
Obviously, I understood what they meant and, in principal, I had no problem with that. I often masturbated in front of my clients, sometimes to a full orgasm, but they were single men, not a couple, not a husband and wife. I had never masturbated in front of another woman other than Steph when we were making love.
Richard was smiling as he added. “I said we had another way for you to earn your fee Sam.”
I almost, but not quite, told him to shove his fucking fee up his arse, but money is money and was there an easier way to earn twelve hundred quid than having a quick wank? ‘Why not?’ I thought looking from one pair of leering eyes to the other.
“Ok,” I replied, lifting my hand and cupping my breast. “On the bed here, yes?”
“Yes,” Lisa said “Right here Sammi.”
“Wait just one second.”
“Where you going, what you doing?” Richard asked as I got off the bed.
“You’ll see,” I replied going to my large Wags bag, which have been a Godsend to girls in my trade for we can now easily carry the bits and bobs we may need to please our clients.
I returned to the bed with a towel from the bathroom. Looking at them, I spread the large bath towel out and lay down on it, my head propped up on the pillows. I slowly poured the baby oil between my breasts. Once there was a pool there and that started to run down towards my tummy, I put the bottle on the bedside table and rubbed my hands in the oil. I smeared it all over my breasts, making each globe and both areola and nipples glisten. It felt lovely as I massaged the oil into that sensuous flesh. Gradually, I ran my hands downwards, from my breasts, onto my lower chest, my waist and then my tummy. It was feeling good.
I lay flat on my back. I snuggled my head into the firm, crisp white cotton pillow, letting my, nearly natural, blonde hair, which was well past shoulder length at the time, tumble around my face and shoulders with a few strand falling onto my chest. I closed my eyes as my hands continued their downward journey. Onto my pubic mound, making the light coloured hairs slick with the oil. They continued onto my upper legs and then my thighs. God how sensual that feels lightly rubbing the oil into those supersmooth patches of skin on the insides of my thighs, which I always think of as the gateways to the centre of my sexuality. My legs slipped open and as they did, so did my eyes. Not fully, just enough to see that they were watching. They were, very intently.
It was so strange, but hugely thrilling, to have such a rapt and close up audience. It took me back to when I first discovered my exhibitionistic tendencies. That was posing for an amateur photographers club: ten old lechers taking photos of me as I writhed naked on the floor of a studio. That was powerful, this was more so.
Richard got off the bed and went to the dressing table. He returned with his phone.
“Ok Sammi?” He asked pointing it at me indicating he wanted to photo or video me masturbating.
I thought for a moment or two, but as it was a fairly common request, I nodded and said sure as I stared into the camera thinking back to my modelling days.
I raised my knees and opened my legs wider.
Richard was now continuously squeezing Lisa’s breasts and pinching her nipples with one hand and rubbing her mound, seeking her clit I imagined, with the other. She was stroking his, now, near, but not full, erection. We all smiled encouragingly at each other. He would occasionally take a photo or two and then put the phone down and return his hands to his wife.
“Go on Sam, this is great,” Richard groaned as he slightly thrust himself against his wife’s hands.
Other than the fact that he was paying, I could not really have given a sod what he thought. It was Lisa’s approval I was seeking. I opened my eyes wider and met hers. She looked aroused. Certainly her nipples were outstandingly erect and I could see the glistening of her lips through the darker, quite thick mass of her pubes. I wanted to touch her, but thought better of it. I put it out of my mind and concentrated on the tasks in hand, my tits and cunt.
I started to rub my clit. Not actually on it, but alongside and all round the stalk. The sensations were huge and immediate. I gasped at their intensity. A deep and long “Mmmmmm,” slipped through my lips
“Oh yes,” I heard Richard say as he snapped my actions.
I looked at him. He was hard. He was pushing at Lisa, turning her onto her side facing me, just a few feet away. She smiled, I smiled back as he lay behind her. She bent her upper leg at the knee and lifted it a little as Richard’s hands came round her body and gripped her breasts, quite firmly I thought. I was rubbing my clit with a slow, steady rhythm and pinching and pulling both of my nipples alternately as I slowly built my orgasm.
I could see Richard’s cock between Lisa’s slightly opened thighs. He was holding it and probing at her lips trying to get the angle just right. It took a moment or two and some repositioning before finally I saw, for the first time, a cock surging into a cunt other than mine. He started fucking her. She was ready and began panting and groaning immediately. It was a truly awesome sight to watch another woman being shagged as I had sex with myself.
Lisa was quiet, but her face took on an erotic beauty I had rarely seen before. Her eyes were closed tightly, but then she opened them to look at me as I slid three fingers inside my pussy, now using my other hand to continue my clitoral stimulation. Her body was quivering a little, one hand was gripping the bedclothes tightly and the other was stretched out in front of her, towards me. It was nearly touching me.
Richard was grunting and moaning that he was near and that he was going to cum. Still rubbing myself, I removed my fingers from my pussy. That left my arm nearer to Lisa free. She was clearly climaxing. She was alternating between opening her mouth wide and biting her lip. She let go of the bedclothes and slid the fingers of that hand down her body and, like me began rubbing her clit. We stared at each other as Richard shot his load into her and became, as he had been now for some time, an irrelevance to us.
Both rubbing ourselves we gazed deeply into the other’s eyes as our orgasms built up and up and up. I was cumming very hard and perhaps that gave me the courage, but I do not know really know. Lisa had been fucked by her husband, but that hadn’t given her an orgasm, she was doing that herself, as I did the same, so perhaps that is what helped her let go a bit.
Magically, almost as if rehearsed, as we both gasped, writhed and moaned our way to the peaks of our climaxes our fingers slid slowly across the bedclothes. Closer and closer until they touched. Hers were beneath mine. As we both rode the high waves of our orgasms, we continued gazing into the other’s eyes and rubbing our clits. It was when we were both nearing the peak of our climaxes that our fingers intertwined and we held hands and squeezed.
Chapter 7
“You must have been a hit then,” Sandy said on the phone a few days later.
“What do you mean? Who with?” I asked.
“The Bensons.”
“Who? Oh Riachard and Lisa.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“They want you again.”
“Really?”
“Yes, but not together?”
“Huh?”
“They have each asked for a booking with you, but with the express instructions for us not to mention it to their partner.”
‘Hmmm, odd,’ I pondered, thinking back to that strangest of threesomes in the faded elegance of the Ritz Hotel