Chapter 3

He pulled me to my feet and had me do my buttons up again, then made me unbutton them slowly, provocatively, pushing my chest out so the fabric strained, looking at him from below my eyelids as I slid my tongue over my lower lip.

As I reached the last button I was to hold the two sides together, and kind of teasingly expose myself in short flashes.

He wanted me to throw my arms up and back so the shirt slid over my shoulders and dropped down my arms, but it was the wrong kind of material for that, too heavy and stiff. My jeans were too tight for the kind of things he wanted done with them too, though he did show me how to unbutton and sloooooowly unzip them as I kind of wriggled my hips a little.

Instead of just taking off my bra and panties I had to do it slowly, teasingly. First I eased the bra straps off my shoulders, then I popped the catch between the cups, modestly covering my breasts with one arm. I turned my back to him, shaking my ass just a bit as I looked over my shoulder with a teasing smile, then I turned around, sliding my arm away to reveal my proud, rounded orbs.

I ran my hands slowly up and down my body, then slid my thumbs into the string of my panties and peeled them down. I had to do that four times before he was satisfied. It was. all kind of strange, but I wanted to be sophisticated about sex, so was more than willing to do whatever he advised.

Then, of course, I had to learn how to remove his clothes. As with my own it involved more than just undressing. I was to keep my face in the proper slinky expression and frequently press my naked breasts against him, quite casually of course.

I unbuttoned his shirt very slowly, kissing his revealed flesh each time his shirt came a little wider apart, and when I pulled it wide I slid my lips onto his nipple, licking and sucking as my hands stroked his chest and belly and sides.

I was quite excited as I did this. It was all delightfully exotic and erotic to me. I certainly never would have thought to act like that on my own. I'd never even imagined I would be taking a guy's clothes off for him, let alone licking his nipples. It just wasn't something I'd ever thought about. Guys liked girls nipples, not the other way around.

I eased down to my knees, sliding my face along his belly, then against his groin on my way down, knelt before him, sitting back on my heels and lifting his feet into my lap one at a time to untie and remove them. Then I removed his socks as well, and rubbed his feet between my thighs.

I straightened on my knees, coming off my heels to rub my face against his crotch, then undid his pants and slowly pulled them down his legs, then off. Again I raised my head, again rubbing my face against his crotch through his boxer shorts.

He was starting to get hard, and I could feel his erection against my cheeks and lips. Then I kissed his belly as I eased his shorts down and off. Now that he was naked I again straightened on my knees, sliding my hands around his cock and squeezing it lightly.

It was bulging hard within seconds, and under George's instructions I rubbed it all over my face as I let my eyes narrow to slits and put on an expression of serene contentment and bliss. I ran my closed lips up and down the cockshaft like it was a flute, then licked along his balls as I stroked his cock with my hands.

I sucked one of his balls into my mouth and worked it over with my tongue as I suckled, then I let it pull free and sucked the other one in. I continued to caress his cock with my hands, paying particular attention to the underside of the head.

Finally I let his other ball pull free of my lips and slid my lips back up his shaft to the head. I rubbed it against my face once more, then pressed it against my lips. As George ordered I pursed my lips tightly, and then only grudgingly let them be forced aside by his cock as I pushed my mouth down on it.

I held just the head in my mouth as my tongue lapped away at the underside, then circled it. Then, keeping my lips tightly closed around it, I pulled back, letting it pop free. I again pressed it against my lips and let it be forced inside, and then again popped it free.

The third time I forced it through my tightly puckered lips and slid my lips down the shaft as far as I could go, licking and sucking and slurping on his cock as he ran his hands through my hair. I bobbed my lips up and down the wet shaft, looking upwards towards him way above me.

Then came a long minute of indecision. George wanted me to deep throat him and I was afraid to even try.

"What if I throw up?" I said worriedly. "You won't."

"I will!"

"You can control the gagging reflex, Allison," he promised.

"Easy for you to say."

"I've seen it done many times."

"Not by me."

"It's true that very few women deep throat," he admitted. "It's hard to fight the psychological urges, and discomfort. But those who do ... let me tell you, it's a great delight to the men who know them. Now me, I've been involved with expensive call girls for some years, but most men, when a woman goes down on them and deep throats them, they're so shocked and excited they come almost at once."

"Not if I barf on them," I muttered.

"Once you learn it it's easy," he said. "It's the learning that's hard, and even then it's only hard to decide to learn it. Getting a cock into your throat is relatively easy. Your throat is more than large enough.

"The main problem is the gag reflex, and you can control that."

"Even if I put a finger back there I gag," I said.

"Sure, but think about it for a minute. Don't you swallow food all the time?"

"Well, of course."

"And do you gag on it?"

"No but ... "

"Why not?"

"I don't know."

"Because you think of it as food and aren't worried about it being there. You aren't bothered by it going into your throat, so your body isn't either."

"If you say so," I said dubiously.

"Why don't you give it a try? Tell you what, I'll up your salary to six hundred a week if you learn to deep throat."

"Yeah? Well, okay, I'll try."

"We'll make it as easy as possible. Get down on all fours."

I did, and he knelt in front of me so his cock was right in front of my face.

"Now with your head pulled back like this," he said. "There's a straight line from your open mouth down through your throat. This is the easiest position to deep throat in."

He pressed his hard-on against my lips and pushed it inside. I sucked on it as he fucked it slowly in and out of my mouth.

"Now what I want you to do, Allison, is pretend my cockhead is meat and swallow it. That's all. Forget about the shaft. Just try and swallow the cockhead. I won't move. I'll let you slide your throat down onto it."

I tried tentatively a few times, but every time his cockhead pressed against that little gag thingy at the back of my mouth I felt like throwing up. I was just about ready to call it quits, too scared of throwing up to care about the extra money, but then I decided to give it one final chance, and this time go all out.

I slid my lips up and down the shaft so his cockhead just pressed against the entrance of my throat each time. Then I shoved my mouth forward hard. His cockhead punched against the entrance to my throat and I felt an instant's desire to heave, but then it slid right through and down my throat, followed by his shaft.

My eyes widened as I felt his warm, throbbing cock filling my throat. I couldn't make a sound or breath, even through my nose. I started to jerk back right away but George grabbed my head and held it tightly.

"Don't pull back!" he barked. "Just wait for a second for your throat to adjust. Don't worry about breathing. I'll pull it out in a couple of seconds."

I knelt there trembling anxiously for long seconds as my throat clamped down around his cock, but the discomfort slowly eased, though it never became comfortable.

He let go of my head and I pulled myself back, producing much more discomfort as his cock slid back up my throat and then out. I gasped and choked and panted for breath as he held his cock away from my face.

"It's always hardest the first time," he said. "It'll get much easier."

I thought about telling him to forget it, but I wanted that money, and if he was right, and I could learn to do it quite easily, then I certainly wanted to try.

I waited a minute, to get control of myself again, then slipped his cock into my mouth. As before, I bobbed my lips up and down on it, making it wet and slick, then I took a deep breath and shoved my mouth down hard, letting his cockhead punch through into my throat.

This time I kept going, sliding my lips right down the shaft to the base, so his balls were right against my chin. I felt a flicker of deep excitement in my belly at the accomplishment of something so lewd and carnal, and I sucked on the base of his cock as he stroked my hair and congratulated me.

I slid slowly back then, and that was harder than sliding it forward. I guess throats just aren't made for stuff to come back up once they've gone down. Anyway, it was uncomfortable, and my throat was ticklish and scratchy, but I was able to do it.

It was slow going, sliding my throat up and down his cockshaft, but it got easier with time. I slid my lips off to breath, and hardly chocked at all. Then, the next time I gulped it down, I held still as George fucked my throat. THAT was really strange, but not too bad.

George pulled his cock free and had my sit up and back on my heels. Then he went behind me and had me tilt my head way back. I looked up the length of his body, then at his cock as it dangled inches from my mouth.

He pushed it down and shoved it through my open lips and right down my throat. I took it just like a sword swallower, and felt quite proud of myself.

He fucked my throat for half a minute or so, then pulled loose and had me lay on the couch with my legs over the back and my head falling down over the front. My head was tilted back again in this position, and he knelt there before the couch and shoved his cock down my throat, fucking my face as he squeezed and fondled my breasts.

I was staring upside down through his legs as his cock slid back and forth through my lips, and I felt a tremendous wonder at what I was doing, at what I was allowing him to do. A couple of weeks ago I never would have imagined anything like this.

He pulled his cock free and turned his back on me, panting for breath. I asked him what he was doing, and he just held up his hand. I understood then that he didn't want to come.

I shifted around on the sofa till I was sitting on it like you're supposed to, and waited. After a minute he turned around and smiled, then had me lay back and lift my legs up and back. I spread them apart as he put one knee on the couch, then thrust his cock into my snatch.

He fucked me slowly but deeply for a minute, as I lay back with my hands under my knees and my eyes closed. Then he pulled out and took my hand, pulling me off the sofa. We walked upstairs naked, and down a hall into a huge bedroom with a gigantic, four poster, canopy bed.

George had me sit on the edge, then he lifted my legs straight up and held them by the ankles. He pulled them apart then pushed his cock into me and fucked straight up into my crack for a minute, his hips smacking against my buttocks.

He halted and rolled me onto my side. Then he lifted my upper leg up and pressed it back, using his own chest as a lever to keep it up there as he knelt at my crotch. He shoved his cock into my pussy and fucked me hard for a minute, his left hand on my ass, and his right squeezing one of my tits.

Then he pulled out again. He fucked me in a dozen different positions before losing control and spewing his gunk into my belly.

George sat back on the bed and told me to turn on the stereo and dance for him, dance like a stripper would. I wasn't quite sure how that was, never having actually seen a stripper, but I tried my best. Of course George offered up lots of advice.

It was kind of strange, and kinky, and exciting to be dancing naked in front of a man, all good reasons for doing it. I swayed and shimmied and humped and ground my hips around. I swung my breasts and caressed my body, and kept that slutty, sexy look on my face as much as possible as I turned and twisted and flaunted my naked body in a way I'd never imagined before.

I was excited and panting for breath, my face flushed, and pussy hot. George had me stop. He told me to come and sit down on a stiff backed leather chair that was next to the bed. I did so, waiting for his next request. It was quick in coming.

"Okay, what I want you to do, Allison, is to lift your legs and drape them across the arms of the chair, and slump down a little as well."

I did as he asked, feeling a new tingling in my pussy at how bare and open my cunt was to his eyes. Talk about a sluttish way to sit!

"Now I want you to masturbate for me."

I stared at him, dumbfounded. "Wha ... what?" I squeaked.

"You've done it before. It's hardly anything new to you."

Well! In the first place I'd never admitted to anyone that I'd done it before. I mean, I know everybody does it, but it isn't exactly something you talk about. You might tell your best friend about fucking some guy, or sucking his cock, but you never told her about jerking off!

Even talking about it would be embarrassing, and here he wanted me to do it! In front of him!

"I ... I can't!" I said.

"Sure you can. You can do it quite easily."

"But ... but why?" I gaped, not understanding at all.

"Men like seeing it. I like seeing it. It excites me."

I'd never in my life imagined wanting to see a guy jerk off, and had no idea why a guy would want to see me do it. It was just too embarrassing.

"It's too embarrassing," I protested.

"Nonsense. If you think back, you'll remember that I masturbated you yesterday, on two separate occasions."

I blushed furiously.

"So you see, there's no reason to be embarrassed about doing it yourself."

I didn't want to, but George was being so nice and all, and I knew he was right, that it was dumb to be embarrassed about something like that around him. Still, I was very self-conscious at first, and had a hard time keeping the right expression on my red face.

Slowly, though, gradually, I lost my embarrassment and started to get into it. I mean, I was already excited, and the idea of jerking off as someone watched was terribly kinky and perverted. Once I got over my initial embarrassment I really started getting hot as he watched me.

I stroked my hands up and down my body like I'd done when I was dancing, made softly little sighs of pleasure, squeezed, cupped and massaged my breasts, and fingered my exposed slit as he watched. My fingers slid up and down my cunt slit as I ground my hips almost instinctively against them.

George told me to finger-fuck myself too, cause me like to see that, so I was soon sliding first one, then two fingers into my cunt all the way to the knuckles, pumping them steadily, the hair standing up on the back of my neck from the intensity of the raw, animalistic passion he was raising in me.

I was both amazed at myself, at my agreement, at my lust, and terribly, terribly hot and aroused. I tried to keep my face poised, keep up the act of bliss, but it became harder the hotter I got. I wanted to watch him, to look at him as he looked at me.

Then the power built up to a scalding level and I started humping harder, gasping and moaning and whimpering as the pleasure coursed through my veins. I laid my head back and pulled my knees wider as I stuffed my fingers up my slit and stroked my clitty.

Then I came. I went stiff, trembling violently as I arched my back and pounded my fingers up my snatch. I gasped and groaned in passionate release, jerking my legs as wide as they would go as I humped desperately against my fingers. My head jerked back again and again as I groaned in a final, cataclysmic blast of sexual ecstasy, then I collapsed, gasping for breath.

I looked up at George, slightly embarrassed again, and saw that he had a hard-on. That made me feel even more embarrassed, but also kind of proud. Watching me jerk off had turned him on so much he'd gotten a hard-on again.

I let my legs close and sat up on the chair, then got off and climbed into bed with George. I slid my lips over his stiff cock as he lay back, sliding them up and down the shaft a few times, then I threw a leg across his body and straddled him, pulling his cockhead up against my slit.

I sat down on it, sighing in pleasure as it pushed up into the deepest recesses of my pussy slot. George smiled up at me, seemingly content to let me do all the work. I began to grind my hips atop him, sliding my ass around in circles as I twisted atop his pole.

I stroked his chest, then leaned far forward, like a jockey in a race, dangling my breasts over his face as I slapped my ass up and down on his thighs. I ran my cock up and down his cockshaft with almost casual ease. Jerking off had eased much of the sexual pressure inside me, at least temporarily, so I wasn't all that excited.

Then I realized that I should at least act like I was, and started putting on those blissed out facial expressions as I rode his prick. I sighed and moaned and let my eyes flutter as my pussy caressed his hard meat.

He reached up and played with my dangling breasts, squeezing and kneading them, then bringing one to his lips so he could suck on the nipple. I continued to grind and twist my hips, and started squeezing down on my pussy each time it pulled up.

Soon he came inside me, his eyes rolling back as he gurgled in pleasure. I felt strong and proud and powerful to have ridden him to that condition.

I made six hundred dollars for that night's "work". I counted the hundreds in my bedroom that night, delighting in how great it was to be able to make so much money for doing something I loved. My poor stupid friends were out there working their butts off, and I was getting royally fucked once a week and making way more money than them.

I felt much more mature, too. I couldn't help kind of looking down on my friends when they talked about sex. I mean, they didn't know ANYTHING! I was the expert, at least in that group, but I couldn't really say that, so I just stayed smugly silent.

But I had a new attitude when I walked and moved, and when dealing with boys. I thought of them as that, by the way, boys, not guys, but boys. They were so immature, so ignorant. What did I ever see in them anyway? It was men I wanted.

The next week when I got there George had me watch a video. It was of a woman a little older than me, a blonde. She stripped and danced, and then I tried to imitate her. I'd come prepared, this time, in a loose skirt, loose blouse, and sexy lingerie.

I did the best I could to imitate the woman, though I don't think I quite managed her fluid movements. She stripped naked several times then, I don't mean as part of a strip tease, as a dance, but just taking off her clothes in a sexy way, for the camera.

Again I copied her, and I think I got it down pretty good. George had me dress again, then brought out a video camera and lights and told me to strip to the music while he filmed it. I was reluctant, but he promised nobody would ever see it but him, and I trusted him.

It felt very exciting to strip for the camera. I bumped and ground and jiggled for him, swinging my ass and humping lewdly. Then George told me to jerk off for the camera. I was aroused enough by then to not even protest. I perched my ass on the edge of a table and started to finger my pussy, sighing in pleasure and playing up to the camera as George stood behind it filming me.

As the heat rose inside me I slid further back on the table, then lay back, my legs wide, feet on the edge as I humped against my fingers and grunted in pleasure.

Then George was beside me. I thought for a moment he was going to fuck me, but instead he took my hand and placed something in it. I stared at it in surprise and some wonder. It looked like a big hard-on, a cock, but it was made of rubber or plastic.

It was a dildo. I'd heard of them, of course, but never before seen one. It was bigger than George's cock, that was for sure, and as I looked up at him, he smiled encouragingly and went back behind the camera. I knew what he wanted me to do with it then, and I shivered in lust and embarrassment.

I rubbed the cockhead over my drooling pussy entrance, sawing the head, then the shaft up and down my crack to get them moist. Then I turned it towards me and with both hands grasping the thick shaft slowly eased it into my pussy.

I groaned with pleasure as it forced my pussy wide, making my cunt lips strain to encompass its girth. I twisted it from side to side, and pumped it in short, sharp motions, slowly driving it deeper into my tight pussy slit.

I thought about what my parents would think if they saw this video, what my friends would think. It got me more and more excited because it reminded me of just how perverted and kinky I was being, jerking off with a dildo for a camera.

I forced it higher and higher into my belly, gasping and moaning for real, not needing to put on a show as my pussy squeezed and sucked and chewed on the rubbery sex toy. I drove it high into my guts, until only the base remained, and the tip was nudging my cervix, then began to pump it slowly in and out.

My head rolled limply and I panted continuously as I began to hump up against the dildo. I drew my knees up and back, letting them fall to either side, exposing my crotch even more lewdly as George filmed me fucking myself. I pumped the dildo down into my snatch as I wantonly grunted and humped back up.

Then I came, choking on my breath as I pounded the dildo into myself, thrashing my head furiously as I strained my back by arching it again and again, throwing my crotch upwards against the pistoning dildo as I forgot everything, George, the camera, everything but the pleasure rippling through my heaving body.

I went limp then, my hands slowly unclenching from the base of the dildo, my legs slowly straightening, at least enough so they weren't painfully wide apart, my body gripped in an exhausted, languorous heat.

George turned off the camera, then took the tape out. He led me upstairs to the bedroom, and stuffed the tape into a VCR that was cunningly hidden in the headboard of his bed. He rewound it, then pressed another button. A big screen TV slid down from the ceiling and began to show me stripping.

We watched it as we lay together, watched through the strip tease and then into the masturbation. I was fascinated, appalled, excited, embarrassed, aroused. Many emotions flickered through me as I watched myself pumping the dildo into my crotch, listened to my gasps of pleasure and delight.

The camera wasn't always just a straightforward picture. I mean, he would change positions often, go from full body shot to close-ups, then back again. Watching a close-up of my pussy as I rammed the dildo up it was embarrassing, but also very strange, for I'd never seen it up that close, certainly not from this position anyway. Watching my body strain and jerk under the grip of orgasmic pleasure was intensely arousing, as was the close-up of my face as it clenched and jerked helplessly.