Chapter 2
It was the oddest thing, dancing in just my panties, the cool air caressing my hard breasts and stiff nipples as I danced a slow song with this older, dignified, gentleman. I felt the musky scent of my pussy, and felt a tingling down there between my legs as I began to rapidly heat up again.
For the first son, his hands remained on my side, and the center of my back. Then as the second song moved along, he pulled me in tight against him, and nuzzled gently at the side of my neck. Both of his hands slowly eased down my back and onto my ass, cupping and squeezing it through the thin panties.
Then they slid through the waistband and cupped my bare ass. I groaned with excitement, my nipples tingling as they rubbed against his suit jacket.
We danced across the room, until we were in front of a huge mirror framed with gold. He stopped the dance then, standing back just a little. His hands pressed softly against the sides of my face, as though cupping and framing it, then they slid through my hair, brushing and flinging it aside.
He turned me to the mirror, so I faced myself, then moved behind me. I quivered with excitement, feeling audacious and daring, to be naked like this in front of a stranger, to be doing these things, these erotic, carnal things that none of my friends had.
He pressed against me, his arms going around my waist and his hands pressing flat against my belly. They slid slowly up and cupped my breasts as I watched in fascination, staring at my image in the mirror as his fingers kneaded and squeezed my firm, rounded breasts.
He nibbled at the underside of my ear, then licked along the nape of my neck, then, as his left hand cupped my right breast, his right hand slid gently down my belly and in through the waistband of my panties.
He found my slit again, and one finger rested along it, sawing ever so lightly. It slowly pressed inwards until it rested along my cunt crack, between my pussy lips, then it began to stroke up and down. I felt hot spasms of lust burning through my lower belly, and ground my ass back against him helplessly.
He forced a second finger into my slit, rubbing insistently up and down the soft, tight crack, rasping against my clitoris as it buzzed and burned, and sent waves of crackling, burning sexual lust through my body.
He was masturbating me! Right in front of a mirror! In his living room, while he was fully clothed! The whole scene was mind blowingly erotic and my guts began to cramp and shake and spasm as the lust roared through me. I reached down and gripped his wrist, then the back of his hand, grinding myself down on his fingers as he sawed them faster along my cunt slit.
I was panting and groaning and writhing in sexual abandon as my body hummed and boiled over with fiery sexual abandon. He mashed his fingers into my breasts and sucked harder on the nape of my neck as I grunted and moaned and then came again, came with a shaking, writhing sexual ecstasy that I had never known before.
I shook in his grip, grunting and moaning and gasping for breath as my body burned with sexual overload. My mind spun as my body was blasted by powerful, searing blasts of pleasure.
My legs went weak and rubbery, and I collapsed against him, groaning in exhaustion as he held me in a tight, powerful embrace.
George eased me back onto the sofa, then gripped my panties and pulled them down my thighs and off. He gripped my legs and lifted them up, spreading them wide as he knelt at my groin.
I was laying lengthwise on the big sofa, and he lay my left leg over the top of the sofa, and the right onto the nearby coffee table. My sex was completely exposed to him as he knelt there staring down at my volcanic fuck opening, and again I felt a slight embarrassment.
But the sexual atmosphere was completely enveloping my mind and body, and I think I would gladly have done anything at that point.
He stroked my thighs, that same smile on his face, then he stood up and removed his jacket. I just lay there and watched, legs wide, as he carefully folded it and put it on a table, then opened his tie and removed it.
He unbuttoned his shirt and folded that atop his jacket, then sat and untied his shoes, removing them and his socks.
I arched my back a little, stretching and sighing in pleasure. I watched him intently as he undid his belt and removed his pants, then finally took off his boxer shorts and folded them neatly atop the pile of clothes.
He had a pretty good body for an old guy. It was slim and trim, with enough musculature to show he worked out now and then. There was no gray that I could see, and his cock stuck out thick and hard and eager, pointing at me with the promise of imminent impalement.
He knelt between my legs and pressed his cock against my snatch, rubbing it up and down between my pussy lips as he stroked my body with his other hand.
I was a little surprised he didn't try to eat me out, but then a lot of guys didn't like doing that, and he was paying, after all. Anyway, I was already hot and moist and ready, and needed nothing further. The orgasm I'd just had was wonderful, but had done nothing to drain the sexual desire from my panting, tired body.
My energy was coming back quickly, and I eagerly welcomed his cock, wanting it buried within me.
He continued to stroke it along my slit, though, as his free hand roamed my body. Finally his cock pressed through and I felt myself pierced, felt his cockhead sliding down my tight, moist cunt tunnel. He pushed it about halfway into me, then pulled it out again.
Several times he entered me, forcing his cock halfway into my slit, then drawing it back again, smiling tearingly at me. Then he pushed it in a final time and let go. He slid forward atop me and I raised my arms and slid them around his body.
He lay full-length atop my naked flesh, rubbing himself from side to side against me, sighing in pleasure as he felt my soft skin against his own. He kissed me again, his lips gentle, his tongue more insistent than before. His left hand slid through my hair as his right squeezed my breast, and he began to grind his hips into my thighs.
For long minutes he lay atop me, grinding his pelvis a little, rubbing his chest against my breasts, caressing my sides and hips, and kissing and licking at my mouth and cheeks and throat. I could feel his cock throbbing in the depths of my belly, but he was in no hurry to begin pumping.
Finally he began to thrust into me, using slow, sharp grinding strokes, his cock grinding over my clitty as he moved his body up and down against mine. I drew my knees back and sighed in happiness as I was finally fucked. My knees rode up and down in time to his strokes, which began deeper and faster as his own excitement grew.
We kissed with growing passion, my hands going to his head as my lips pressed feverishly against his. My own tongue shot up into his mouth as I humped back against his thrusts. I rocked on the sofa, grunting and moaning, panting for breath in between kisses as I felt his hard prick thumping up and down in my belly.
He fucked harder and harder, grunting himself now with the effort as he drove his engorged manhood into my belly with harsh, spiking thrusts. Then he stiffened, and gave a rapid flurry of strokes that sawed his cock across my clitty in a high speed motion that drove me over the edge again.
I clutched my legs around him and groaned in pleasure as I humped up against him. His cock felt wondrous inside me as it pistoned back and forth in my lower belly, and my cunny crackled with pleasure and a roaring heat that drove the thoughts from my skull.
We lay together afterwards, side by side, kissing softly. George ran his hands over my body every few seconds, delighting in his possession of it. I cupped his soft cock and squeezed it a little.
We sipped more wine, though I was careful not to have too much. I didn't want to go home drunk and have to explain what I'd been doing to my parents.
After awhile he rolled off the sofa and beckoned me forward as he stood a few feet away. I sat up, then started to rise.
"No, on your knees," he said, smiling.
Kinky, I thought with rising lust.
I slid forward onto all fours and crawled slowly forward as he slowly backed away. I smiled like a cat, and let my behind swing from side to side as I moved towards him.
He halted and I reached his feet. I looked up, then rose up on my knees, finding myself not far from his cock. His hands slid through my hair and pulled gently, and I reached my hands out and took his cock in them.
"It's a singular pleasure to have a gorgeous young woman kneel naked at your feet," he said.
I said nothing. I rubbed my thumb against the underside of his cockhead as I squeezed and caressed his balls. I knew well how to suck cocks. It was something expected of a girl if she didn't put out, and I didn't put out to guys who might talk, guys who knew me, guys who went to school with me.
I rubbed his cockhead all over my face as I narrowed my eyes to slits and let my lips part. I felt it pulse in my hand as I stroked it across my lips, then sucked it in like spaghetti, drawing the entire length into my mouth as I sucked and munched on it.
I rubbed and stroked his balls as I suckled on his cock, then, squeezing my lips tightly, I eased my head back, pulling his cock out straight, then sliding down its length, pulling like a bird with a worm in its mouth.
I gripped his cock and found it had hardened a little. I rubbed the now moist head against my face again, then pulled it down against my breasts, rubbing it over the nipples, then in between the cleavage. I mashed my breasts against his cock from both sides, then drew it up and pumped my fist over it repeatedly.
It was hardening rapidly, and I grinned in satisfaction. I slid my lips around it and took it in as deep as I could, then bobbed my lips up and down as my tongue worked quickly on the underside.
George mashed my hair up around my head and began to slowly fuck his cock in and out. I held my mouth still, my lips tightly wrapped around his prong as I let him fuck it into my mouth. The head knocked against the back of my mouth several times, almost making me gag, but for the most part he didn't push it too deep.
He bunched my hair up on one side and held it in his fist, then pulled his cock out of my mouth and rubbed it over my face as he held my head tightly against him. I did nothing to resist. In fact, I slid a hand down between my legs and rubbed my clitty as his spit-wet cock coated my face with moisture.
He was breathing hard, his chest heaving, eyes alight with desire. He pulled back, then pulled me forward and down by the hair, forcing me onto all fours. I knelt willingly as he moved behind me, raising my ass and spreading my legs for him as he knelt behind me.
I trembled with lust as I felt his hands on my ass, and groaned in pleasure as he cupped and squeezed my dripping cunt mound. I felt like a real slut, a bitch in heat as I knelt there before him.
His hands rubbed back and forth against my exposed pussy mound and across my round buttocks. Then I felt his stiff cock pressing against my crack. As before, he rubbed it up and down against my pussy crack, then slowly sank it into me.
He gripped my hips tightly, then thrust forward, deep and hard, burying his steely lance in my hot, tight cunt tunnel in a single, fluid motion. I gasped in shock, my head jerking up and back as I was impaled by his hard, meaty pole.
It punched into my guts and then began to rod back and forth inside with a long, steady stroke. I shuddered and let my head fall down again as his hips smacked repeatedly into my ass cheeks.
I was being fucked now, really fucked, fucked like a proper whore. His stiff organ was moving up and down in my belly with delicious sensation of raw, carnal pleasure. I decided that nothing could match the pleasure of having a big stiff cock moving inside me.
My knees and hands jounced and shifted on the floor as his hard hips continued to strike my round ass cheeks. He was fucking me hard and fast, not with the slow, grinding motion he'd" used before. My breasts were shaking back and forth underneath me, and my head was bouncing.
My hair blinded me as it fell down over my face, but I didn't care. All I cared about was that hard meaty tube of flesh punching up into my guts.
My mind was soaring higher and higher as the eroticism of what was happening burned through my consciousness. All the other times I'd had sex were like nothing, just rough, stupid groping and grinding, compared to this sensual, animalistic rutting.
I felt wonderfully sinful, and gloried in it, grunting with pleasure each time his hard cock thrust into my belly. My very skin tingled and crackled with sexual electricity as my insides boiled over with lust and desire.
I drove myself back onto his hard pole with soft yelps of pleasure, even though his hips were actually hurting me as they smacked against my soft ass flesh with loud slapping sounds.
George's hands squeezed my ass, then moved onto my hips, jerking me back to meet his pounding thrusts. They shifted up to my ribs, then under to cup my swinging breasts. He dug his fingers into the soft, malleable meat, making it ooze out around them.
His cock spiked up my crack-hole with furious, pistoning movements, impaling me as it drove deep into my belly. It was the wildest, hottest, crudest, roughest fuck I'd ever had, and as my head bounced and my breasts shook and his hips pounded against my ass, I felt my mind spinning and my insides roaring with fiery sexual pleasure.
I came, my eyes closing tight as I gurgled in wondrous delight. I rutted back against him as he rode me through a blast wave of sexual ecstasy that ripped through my body and slashed across my mind like a bull whip, leaving a white hot trail of massive, burning pleasure behind.
And I should be ashamed because I was being paid for this?
After he dropped his load inside me we lay together on the soft rug while we regained our breath, then he climbed to his feet and hauled me up after him. I wondered if he was still eager for more, and wouldn't have objected if he was, but he just led me down the hall to a bathroom.
Bathroom was what he called it. The thing was immense. I could have lived in there. It was bigger than my bedroom at home. Hell, it was bigger than our living room at home. There was a huge sunken tub, a big marble pedestal in the center of the floor that had two sinks, a shower stall that could have held a double bed, a bidet, which I'd never seen before, and a long cabinet with dozens of drawers.
There were benches, and tables, and chairs, and plants everywhere, and, of course, wall to wall carpeting.
George led me into the big shower stall, sliding open the glass door, and gallantly holding it for me, then stepping in after me. He turned on the water, and it gushed out of a small spigot while he tested the temperature. Then he pulled a lever and water poured down at us from several shower heads above, in front of, and behind us.
He flipped the switch again and the water abruptly cut off. George picked up a thick bar of soap and soaped up his hands, then turned me around and began to soap up my shoulders and back.
I'd never showered with anyone before, and it felt a little weird, but I decided I kind of liked it. I enjoyed the slippery, silky feeling of his soapy hands as they moved over my body, and it felt deliciously sensual as he slid his hands over my breasts and buttocks, then in between my legs.
He seemed intent on absolutely coating me with soap, or maybe, I thought, giggling a little, he just liked rubbing his soapy hands over me as much as I did.
He soaped up my thighs and legs, right down to the ankles, then worked his hands up again, spending a lot of extra time soaping up my crotch and breasts, mashing the soap in thick and wet.
Then, instead of giving me the bar of soap and having me soap him up, he pulled open the door and stepped out. I watched in confusion as he took my wrist and pulled me after him.
There was a softly padded bench nearby, and he draped himself face down on top of it.
"Do you know how the oriental girls bathe a man in Thailand, Allison?" he sighed.
"No," I said uncertainly.
"They use their own soapy bodies, rubbing them against you."
That sounded neat, and very erotic. I licked my lips in excitement and moved forward, throwing a leg over his dripping wet body and sitting down on his back, straddling him like a horse. My soapy ass and crotch rubbed slickly against his wet flesh as I leaned forward and draped myself atop him.
My soapy breasts rubbed against his flesh with a soft, silky feeling and I began to enjoy myself as I got turned on yet again. George, I realized yet again, was much more experienced and knowledgeable than I was about sex, and I could sure learn a lot from him.
I rubbed myself back and forth against his back, then up along his buttocks, using my crotch and thighs and ass to scrub his back and behind. My pussy was completely exposed as I straddled him, and his soapy flesh felt incredibly soft and erotic against my vulnerable pink meat.
I shifted my crotch from side to side as I rode down his thighs, centering my crack on first one leg, then the other as I mashed them against my soapy flesh. I turned around then on the bench, so I faced towards his legs, then bent forward and pressed my breasts against his legs, rubbing them up and down, massaging his thighs and knees and ankles with my fat, warm, soapy orbs.
He turned over onto his back then, and I turned around, straddling his legs and sliding my crotch up his body and over his groin. I rubbed my cunt and ass back and forth against his soft cock and balls, then slid higher, over his belly, pressing my knees and thighs against his sides as my hands moved over his chest.
I bent over again, pressing my soapy tits against his chest and rubbing back and forth and from side to side. I put my arms around his head and we kissed as his hands slid down my back and squeezed my soapy buttocks.
I sat up again, smiling, leering at him, and his hands slid up my soapy belly and mashed my breasts, pressing them together, then squeezing them up, then down, then pulling me down so we could kiss again.
My ass was on his cock, and I felt it hardening as I rubbed back and forth over it. I reached back and got my fingers around it, and began to pump them up and down his shaft as his cock got harder and thicker and hotter.
My pussy was getting hot too. After all, I'd been rubbing it over his soapy body for some time now, so I was hot and ready as I slid backwards over his crotch.
I pushed myself erect, raising my ass off his body, then gripped his cock and held it upright, pointing the angry red head at my pussy crack. I sank down until I felt it against my slit, then fitted the nose inside and slowly sank down onto it.
I groaned in pleasure as my pussy slid down on his soapy shaft. I felt the head drive way up inside me, and rubbed my belly in delight, imagining his cock running straight up into my stomach. It seemed to go deeper like this than the other times he'd fucked me, and I thought that this was surely the best way to fuck.
I leaned forward, my hands flat on his chest as I began to ride his hard, slippery pole. I slapped my soapy ass up and down, up and down, up and down as I gasped in excitement and pleasure. Every little bit I would stop and sort of squirm around atop him, twisting and grinding my pelvis as his cock twisted around inside me.
My blood boiled and my heart raced as I rode faster and faster, gasping and panting for breath as my ass jounced and bounced up and down. I was tearing my pussy straight up, then dropping straight down again, impaling myself on the hard, spiked cock as George slid his hands onto my breasts again and began to knead and massage them.
I jerked my head back as an explosion of sex-heat blasted through my body. My ragged breathing filled the air as my insides twisted and roiled and my mind exploded into shards of jagged ecstasy. I reeled and moaned and then fell forward onto his chest.
He gripped my ass and jerked me up and down, up and down atop his cock as his own orgasm took hold. He grunted and gasped in pleasure as he shot his silvery white jism up into the depths of my pussy hole for the third time that evening.
Finally we climbed off and went back into the shower, then rinsed off. After that we had a final drink, then I left.
I'd gotten there at six and left at eight-thirteen. I'd gotten as much for two and a half hours as I would for working two full weeks at the wine store.
And God, it had been fantastic! Hell, I would have paid him!
I quit my job the next day, of course. Since it was nine to five, and both my parents worked eight to four, I didn't have to explain why I wasn't going anywhere in the day time either. My parents never got home from their jobs until five thirty anyway, so they'd never suspect a thing.
As long as they didn't try to phone me at the wine store, of course.
I spent the next day on the beach with my bikini, glorying in my laziness and freedom. And feeling a profound sense of sexuality as I pranced around displaying much of my flesh to assorted men and boys.
I'd always been aware that I was attractive, that men were turned on seeing me, especially in tight pants or my bathing suit. But now I just felt so ... wonderfully slutty, so sexual and hot and trampy. It turned me on now as I moved around so casually, wearing the tiny string bikini.
I'd never had the courage to buy one of those thong type bikinis, but now I thought seriously about doing it. The idea of walking around with practically my whole ass displayed to any guy that cared to look was terribly arousing now, rather than embarrassing.
I had the money to buy one, too. I deposited half the money George had given me into my college account. I could spend the other half on anything I wanted. I suddenly had a new allowance of two hundred and fifty dollars a week!
I could sleep in now, and stay up as late as I wanted. I could go to the beach, rat around in the malls, hang with my friends, and didn't have to worry about money or work. I thought that I was just about the luckiest girl around.
Of course most of my friends were working, but some had rich parents who let them off for the summer, and I could pretend mine were the same, that they'd found the money to pay for college without my help.
I felt smug around the ones that did have to work, running their legs off as waitresses, or sweating over hot grilles. I longed to tell them that I made twice as much for a couple of hours fun and sex.
I tried to put together in my mind why everyone would be so upset if they found out what I was doing. I knew they'd call me names, think of me as a cheap, disgusting whore if they knew, but from my perspective I just didn't understand why.
If George paid me nothing I'd still go back and fuck him. It was the best sex I'd ever had in my life, by far, and I just knew he'd teach me a whole lot more. It was better than being paid to watch TV, or paid to shop, or paid to lie on the beach. Why would anyone look down on such a thing?
Imagine if I was a boy, and was offered money to have great sex with a great looking woman, boy would everyone envy me! But I was a girl, so they'd spit on me and think me disgusting. Well, fuck them. If they thought it was better to work eighty hours at some boring, menial job, then have a couple of hours wonderful sex, then they were warped.
As the week flew by I found myself eagerly awaiting my next evening of "work" with George. I'd been working on a possible lover during the week, a hunky looking guy named Cory, but I hadn't yet worked him up to where I could be sure he'd keep his mouth shut if I fucked his brains out.
So I was horny as a billy goat as I headed for George's place on Friday evening. This time I wasn't wearing any dumb jumpsuit. I couldn't wear a fancy dress without my parents wondering where I was going, but I did put on tight, tight jeans, cowboy boots, and a cropped button-down shirt, a green one that offset my red hair.
It was cropped a few inches below my breasts, and displayed my slim waist and smooth, flat belly in what I considered a sexy way. Sure it wasn't an evening gown, but maybe George was turned on by youth, and didn't want something older and more mature.
I'd have to ask him.
I pulled up next to the front door and rang the bell, wondering what George and I would do that night. I felt hot and tingly with anticipation as the memories of last week flashed through my mind.
The door opened and George smiled out at me.
"Good evening, Allison," he smiled.
"Hi, George."
"Do come in, dear."
"Why thank you, sir," I smiled, batting my eyes. I walked through the entry hall and into the living room, followed by George. I turned around as I walked. "I didn't know if you wanted me to dress some way," I said. "I couldn't really wear something slinky without my parents wondering where I'm going."
"Oh don't worry," he smiled. "If I want you to wear something particular I'll buy it for you and you can change here."
"That'd be good," I nodded, turning and sitting on the sofa.
"Drink?"
"Whatever you want," I said.
"Enjoy your week off?"
"Oh yeah," I sighed. "This sure beats working."
He smiled and walked over with a glass of wine.
"I gathered you found last Friday evening ... enjoyable."
"I'll say," I said.
"I think your education in the sexual arts has been singularly unsophisticated," he said.
"Uhm, I'm not sure ... "
"You don't know a lot about sex."
"Well, I thought I did, but what I'd done before was nothing like what you and I did last night. I mean, that stuff in the bathroom, for example, was really cool."
"It wasn't exactly a unique idea."
"Well, it was to me."
"Well then, I consider it my duty to educate you. It is the job of adults to educate our youth, after all."
"Sure," I giggled.
"All right," he said "Why don't we start now."
"Okay," I gulped. "What do you want to do?"
"Well, first, remove your clothing."
"Okay," I said, flushing a bit, feeling hot and excited. My hands went to my top and I began to rapidly unbutton it.
"No, no, no," he said, "Not like that."