Chapter 5
I thought about how I'd make my face red, then decided to hold my breath for awhile. That worked pretty well, though it was hard making my chest rise and fall at the same time.
"There, there, there," he said soothingly, his right hand squeezing my breasts as his left slid off my shoulder and up into my hair.
The bra catch was between the cups, and he soon found it, and they pulled apart. I gasped again and tried to cover myself but he gripped my hand and shoved it back.
"I'm doing this for your own good, Allison," he said. "You'll see how much better you'll feel, and how much better your marks will be afterwards."
He stroked my bare breasts, his own face getting a little red as he looked down at the soft, creamy white flesh. His left hand gripped my pony tail then and slowly pulled down, forcing my head back and my chest out.
"OhhH! Ohhhh!" I whined as my head pulled back.
I felt his tongue against my throat, then his lips, then his teeth. He bit softly, and suckled at my throat as he continued to stroke and fondle my breasts. I felt my body quivering with lust as I really became turned on by the kinky role, but I continued to make soft, whining protests as he groped my swelling breasts.
His mouth shifted downwards as he pulled my head further back, and I felt his tongue licking over my nipple, then his lips down on it, sucking hard on the erect little nubbin. He licked and sucked and chewed for a few minutes, then let my head up, cradling me in his arms again.
"There, there, there," he said. "Now that didn't hurt, did it?"
"N ... n ... noooo," I whimpered.
His hand slid down my hip and onto my thigh, then slowly eased up my thigh under my skirt. I held my breath, trying to look apprehensive, widening my eyes as his hand slid up my thigh and in between my legs.
"Ohhhh!" I gasped.
"This is the center of the problem," he said, cupping my pussy and squeezing it. "This is where all your confusion lies."
He rubbed my pussy through the white panties I'd brought, then gripped the elastic waistband and tugged them downwards below my skirt hem, leaving them bunched up around my thighs as he slid his hand in again and began to squeeze and grope my bare pussy mound.
"Oh. Oh! Don't!" I moaned.
"Shhhh," he said.
He slid two fingers down between my pussy lips and forced them inside, then started stroking up and down between them, sawing his fingers across my clitty. He pulled my head back again, then bent and kissed and sucked on my throat, then on my nipples, one by one.
I made awkward little whimpers now and then to try and keep in character, but otherwise didn't know what else I was supposed to do.
"Hot little slutty girls like you need to be used every now and then," he panted. "Your bodies need it. They need to feel a man's hands on them, a man's cock in them."
He stood up with me in his arms, then laid me down on the desk, turning me so my legs stuck out over the edge. He jerked me panties down and off and tossed them across the room.
"Mi ... mister Stone?" I whined.
"You need this, Allison," he said, his voice getting more passionate now as his cock bulged in his pants.
He spread my legs wide and shoved my skirt up around my hips, then tore the blouse out of the waistband and opened it wide. His hands slid up and down my body, groping and squeezing my breasts as he looked down through excited eyes.
He undid his pants and pulled out his erection, then rubbed it up and down against my slit.
"This will do you a world of good, Allison," he sighed, slowly pushing the head in through my pussy lips.
I wondered if I should claim to be a virgin. That seemed pointless since he was certain to feel the lack of a cherry in mere seconds.
"Oohhhh. What are you doooooing?" I whined instead.
"Fucking you, Allison," he gasped. "I'm going to fuck you good and hard. It's just what you need, a good ... hard ... FUCK!"
"But ... but you caaan't," I whined.
"Hot little sluts like you need to be fucked regularly," he said, his eyes intense. "Like a sports car needs to be run at high speed. Not having someone to suck on your little nipples and fuck your little pussy has caused your grades to fall."
He groaned as he buried the last of his cock inside me.
"Ooohhh," I groaned too. "That feels ... fuuuunyyy."
"It'll feel a lot funnier soon," he grunted, his hands mashing my breasts together as he bent over and began to lick and suck on my nipples.
He straightened then, and pulled my knees in tight against his sides as his arms slid through them and his hands crushed my breasts. Then he began to fuck, steadily sliding his pole of flesh up and down in my fuck sheath, running it straight up between my legs as he humped his hips against me.
I let my hands jerk a little on the desk above my head. I moaned now and then, and tried to look wide-eyed and confused. He seemed to like that, and he fucked harder.
"There you gooo," he sighed. "Slutty little girl. This is what you needed, a nice good hard fucking. Little sluts like you always need a good fucking to get your minds working."
He fucked harder, grunting with the effort as he pounded his cock up into my slit. I moaned and panted, and jerked my head from side to side as I shuddered and breathed harder and faster.
I was getting excited. Hell, who wouldn't? Not only was I getting a good fucking, but the whole kinky little play had left my pussy steaming before he'd even touched it. Now it was twitching and jerking and squeezing down on his sliding cock like it wanted to tear it free and gulp it down.
I felt my insides burning, and the fire sizzling up my spine to my brain. My whole body was soon enveloped in a steaming sexual heat that made my play acting unnecessary. I whimpered and whined for real, and when I arched my back and groaned it was no fake orgasm that rippled through my body.
"That's it," he gasped. "Little whore! Dirty little slut! Your minds are all in your cunts! Give you a good fucking and you show your true colors!"
He rammed his cock into me with deep, furious strokes, then groaned and choked on his words as his own spewing gunk shot into my overheated, spasming fuck box. I yelped and squirmed and moaned in pleasure as the our orgasms meshed and my cunt drank his bubbling juice.
He slowed his pumpings then stopped, his prick buried in my hot snatch. He leaned forward over me then, one hand going behind my head, the other under my back, and half lifted me upwards off the desk, closing his lips on mine and pushing his tongue in my mouth as he ground himself against me.
I wasn't sure what to do so I just put my hands against his chest and returned his kisses. His cock softened inside me, then he let me down and pulled back. He rubbed himself off with some tissue paper then shoved his cock back in his pants and did them up again.
"Let's er, continue the lesson," he said. "Fix your clothes, girl!"
I sat up slowly, then with a sigh of weariness I pulled my bra cups together while he turned and walked over to the window. I buttoned up my shirt and stuck it back into my skirt, then shrugged my jacket into place and got off the desk.
I walked over and picked up my panties, then pulled them on. Jack continued to look out the window as if he didn't want to see me. I walked back to the desk and waited patiently. I didn't know what this guy did for a living but I hoped he wasn't a school teacher.
Well, no, that wasn't likely, not with his money.
He turned and came back to the desk, then sat down and I began to read the stupid Shakespeare thing again. He didn't touch me as I read for about ten minutes, then he made tsk, tsk noises, like I was doing something wrong.
"That little pussy is acting up again," he said, shaking his head.
He reached over casually and slid his hand under my skirt, then up between my legs. He tugged my panties aside and thrust his thumb inside my pussy, then pressed another finger down on my clitty. He squeezed his thumb and finger together, rolling my little fuck button between them as he looked on casually and calmly.
Well, like I said, he hadn't exactly written a script. I was feeling hot, but he had just fucked me, and I didn't think I'd come from just a rubbing this quickly afterwards. So I decided to fake it.
I've seen some fake orgasms in the porno movies, and it always seemed to me that they really overdid things. They weren't realistic at all. I'd never had the opportunity to try my own fake orgasm before, but I was sure I could do a better job than that.
First I started breathing harder, missing words in the book, mispronouncing them. I let some emotion slide into my words, starting having trouble getting my breath, and let my eyes flutter. My hand went down and grabbed several times at his wrist before latching into it, and then my fingers tightened as if convulsively.
I gasped and my head jerked back. My legs went rubbery and I humped a little, just a little against him as I groaned and whined in supposedly helpless pleasure.
"I ... I ... Mister ... Mister ... Stoooooonnne," I groaned.
"Come. Come for me, baby," he growled. "Come in your panties you slut."
His fingers rubbed harder against my clitty and I gasped for real. I wasn't near an orgasm but the pleasure was definitely there and rising.
My head fell forward, then pulled back again as I arched my back and humped against him. I moaned and groaned, low in my throat, panting, my chest heaving, then I clawed at the desk with my other hand and gave a sudden gasp. I stiffened and quivered violently, then after long seconds of shaking, I half fell against him, grabbing at the back of his chair as if too weak to stand.
Pleased, he pulled his hand away. "Now you'll be able to concentrate for a while," he said.
I took my time regaining my strength, then began to read the words yet again. I wondered if he wanted me to read the whole damned book. I hated Shakespeare. All those thees and thous, boring as shit.
"You're not pronouncing the words properly," he said after another ten minutes or so. He pulled me around and grabbed my arm, then forced me down onto my knees before his chair.
I looked up at him, giving him my widest eyed look, but he only smiled and undid his pants, then pulled out his cock.
"This will help adjust your mouth," he said. "It'll get it in the right shape by taking out the stiffness."
He reached behind me and gripped me behind the head, then pulled my face in and down onto his upturned cock. He wasn't yet hard, but was getting there, and I slid my mouth over his cock and down his shaft with confusion about how I was supposed to do a good job sucking him off while pretending shyness and innocence.
"Don't you know how to suck a cock?" he asked almost at once. "I can't believe a girl with a pretty mouth like yours hasn't been sucking cocks. You're wasting what God gave you, you silly girl."
He stood up, still holding the back of my head, pulling my head up with him as he shoved his cock forward. He held my head in both hands and began to fuck his cock into my mouth, fucking my face like it was a pussy or something.
I blinked my eyes, but kept them wide as he fucked his cock into my mouth. I did suck on it, trying to do a good job at the same time as appearing awkward. The way he was fucking it into me, though, would have made it hard to do a good job even if I tried.
He was pistoning his big prick back and forth through my lips like a jack hammer. He fucked from different directions, so his cockhead thumped into the roof of my mouth, then the right side of my cheek, then the left, then scraped along my tongue, then jabbed at the back of my mouth.
His cock hardened very quickly and he dragged me up by the arm and turned me around, then shoved me roughly against the desk and jerked my legs apart. He flipped my skirt up and grabbed my panties, literally ripping them off me and tossing them away.
"Bend over, Allison," he ordered, his hand grabbing the back of my neck and shoving my face down against the desk. "That hot pussy of yours needs to get pumped out again or we'll never get any work done today."
I felt his cockhead against my snatch, then it thrust in sharply as I gasped in pain. It didn't hurt much, but the way he was using me was a little surprising and my body wasn't ready for it.
He buried his prick in my snatch and ground his hips roughly against my upturned ass cheeks as he growled in pleasure. Then he began to fuck my pussy in the same way as he'd fucked my mouth, jabbing his cock in forcefully from different directions, up, down, left right, twisting his big pole around in my belly as he tore it back and forth.
"We'll overcome that sluttishness that makes it so hard to concentrate," he panted. "We'll teach you to be a proper young lady."
His hips were smashing into my ass with brutal force, jamming my own hips into the edge of the desk in a painful way. I just thought about that thousand bucks, though and gritted my teeth.
Jack didn't want me every week like George did, but he said he'd call me again. He also asked how much I charged for spanking. I opened my eyes at that, and was about to tell him to drop dead when he said most of the girls he's used charged an extra five hundred. He asked was that okay and I just sort of nodded.
What the hell, five hundred bucks to get spanked? On top of the thousand for fucking? Hell, it was okay with me. How much could a little spanking hurt anyway?
I got a bank account at another bank, because I now had close to fifteen hundred dollars in cash, not counting the money for college. I got a cash card, which would let me deposit money by the machine, rather than in person. That would eliminate some snooty old teller wondering where I was getting all the cash.
It would also eliminate the possibility of my parents wondering the same. A couple of days after my little schoolgirl act with Jack my dad pulled me across his lap ... not in the same way, of course, and asked me how I was enjoying work.
Well, of course I said it was okay, but in a kind of, you know, shrug.
"This is just for a couple of months, honey. Wait until you're working full time forever," he sighed.
"Yeah, but I have to go to school in September."
"School," he snorted. "I wish I was back in school. Life was so easy then. Now it's nine to five, day after day after day."
"If you don't like your job why don't you quit?" I said with the innocence of youth.
Of course he laughed at me.
"Like it? Hell, Allison, what world have you been living in? Nobody likes their job, or almost nobody. You work because you need the money. It's as simple as that."
"Some people like their jobs," I said.
"A lucky few. Most of us don't have much choice over what we do or where we do it. We take what job is offered and thank God for it. Then we do our best to get promoted, hoping we don't get laid off first."
"But you've been working at INCO for more then ten years," I said.
"Fifteen, but that doesn't matter. Anyone can get laid off these days."
"I thought you were, like, management or something."
"Middle management. That's one of the first places they cut now. And good luck finding another job in this day and age."
"I thought when you went to college you were supposed to always have a job."
"Well, that's the way it used to be. Not any more, though."
"So why am I going to college?"
"The odds are still better, and so is the money. Most college graduates do get a job."
"I still don't know what I want to be," I said.
"Something that pays well and is secure. Ask one of your councilors at school because I don't know what that'd be."
"You make good money."
"It's okay, but the God damn government takes most of it."
"Not most," I said.
"Well, not most, but a helluva big chunk." He shifted me off his lap and pulled out his wallet, then showed me his last pay stub. I was amazed, first at how little he made, then at how much they took off in taxes and for pensions and social security and shit.
"Wow," I said.
I almost said I make more than him, but caught myself in time. I did make more than him, you see, well, I did this month. In the last two weeks I'd made fourteen hundred from George and a thousand from Jack. And it was all tax free.
That got me thinking. Why in hell was I going to college anyway? I was supposed to spend four years of my life there in the hope ... the HOPE ... that I'd be offered some kind of a job when I graduated. And how much would I make? Not nearly as much as my dad, who was a college graduate who'd worked for fifteen years for the same company.
No, I'd get offered something that paid maybe twenty five grand a year, and that's if I was lucky. I'd have to work nine to five like him, in some crummy little office, if I even got an office, for some snotty boss who'd maybe be a sexist pig and not promote me cause I was a woman.
I wasn't any math genius, but I could see that I was getting more money than that now, and with no taxes to boot.
Of course that was only for as long as George liked me. If he decided he wanted a new girl I was out of luck. Maybe Jack would call me now and then, but maybe not. And I'd get old one day, and then nobody would want me.
What I needed, I thought, were a lot of customers like Jack and George. I lay on my bed in my panties and did some cute addition, figuring how much I'd make if I worked every night. No, I'd work five nights a week, just like any other working stiff.
Five times seven hundred was thirty-five hundred a week, times four was fourteen thousand a month! A month!
Who the fuck needed college!?
How was I going to get more customers, though? It wasn't like I could advertise in the yellow pages.
Well, actually, I suppose I could. There were lots of ads for escorts in the yellow pages. They were cheap whores, though. I wanted to be a rich call girl, like the ones George and Jack hired. Maybe they'd know, especially George. He'd already found me another customer. Maybe he could find me more.
George had something new when I got to his place the next night. He brought me up to his bedroom and I saw plastic covering part of the rug, the part between the bed and the bathroom. The bed was covered with what looked like a rubber sheet or drop cloth.
"What's up?" I asked in confusion.
"Strip off and I'll show you," he grinned.
I decided to strip off in a sexy way, like he'd showed me before, and did it slowly, tauntingly, until I was standing there naked. Then I moved to him and slowly undressed him, kissing his chest as I undid his buttons, then rubbing my face against his crotch ... the whole thing.
When I was done he took me into the bathroom and had me stand in the shower, then he picked up a big squeeze bottle of baby oil and sprayed it on my tits. I laughed a little, but stood there patiently as he squirted the fluid all over my chest and arms and legs and crotch.
I ran my hands over myself and turned around, letting him squirt the clear liquid onto my back and shoulders and ass. I bent way over and spread my legs, then reached back and peeled my pussy lips open so he could squirt it against my pink pussy flesh.
I was dripping and shiny when he finished. I gave him my come hither look, but he shook his head and walked out of the bathroom, looking back over his shoulders and winking.
Well, now I knew what the plastic and rubber were for. I stepped out of the shower ... carefully, and made my way out of the bathroom and across the plastic covered rug to where he was laying in the center of the bed. I crawled into the bed and slid my slick, slippery body over him.
He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me as my slippery flesh rubbed back and forth against his. He mashed his lips against mine as his hands moved up and down my back and ass, stroking my slick skin. He ground his pelvis up into mine as I spread my legs around him and clamped my thighs against his hips.
His hands squeezed my ass and he rolled over on top of me, then rolled back. His hands were everywhere as he rubbed himself all over me, and vice versa. Soon he was as slick and shiny as I was. He bent me back and his mouth slid onto my shining breasts, sucking and licking.
I was quite surprised at first.
"Doesn't that taste awful?" I asked.
He pulled his lips off my tit long enough to say "It's edible oil, strawberry flavoured." Then he slid his mouth back and sucked on my nipple once again.
Well, what would they think of next?
His cock was hard, and I raised my ass way up and slid my fingers around his shaft, then slid my pussy down over it. It went in easy, covered in oil as we were, and soon I was humping slowly up and down on top of him.
He was in no hurry, and he stopped me several times, so we could just grind together and kiss. He rolled over so we were on our sides, and we fucked like that, then he rolled over so I was on my back and he fucked me in the missionary position.
Then he reached down and lifted my legs, pushing my knees back against my chest. His hands slid down to my ankles and he straightened my legs out, pressing my ankles way back, jamming them down beside my head as he split me and bent me double.
My ass and cunt thrust up sharply as he forced my ankles down beside my head, down ... past my ears.
I remembered that stupid joke the boys sometimes told, the one that said what goes best behind a girl's ears was her ankles, and the thought kind of heated me up, as though I needed it. I was so gaping down there, and his cock was pumping so slowly and steadily.
It was frustrating. I wanted a good, hard pounding, not this slow, soft, grinding fuck. Still, it was his money.
We rolled again, so I was on top. George reached down beside the bed and picked up a dildo. He grinned at me and rubbed it against my breasts, then pulled my face down against his and kissed me. I felt his hands slide behind me and onto my ass, and felt the dildo rubbing up and down my ass crack.
Then he pressed the head of the thing against my anus and started to ease it up inside me. I already had his cock buried in my cunt, of course. I'd never had a cock in my pussy and one in my ass before. Hell, I'd only had one cock in my asshole ever.
I wondered briefly if you could do that, fill up your pussy and your asshole at the same time. Then I remembered some of the stories I'd read in my Dad's porno magazines, the stories where girls got fucked by two or three or four guys at once.
I felt the dildo slide deeper and deeper into my asshole. It had a little more difficulty than George's cock had had the other week, but I did my best to loosen up my muscles back there and ease the way in for it.
I felt very full back there. In fact, my whole belly felt full. I had his big cock in my pussy and now a second cock, even if it was fake, pushing up into my asshole. I spread my legs a little wider, sighing in pleasure as the last of the dildo pushed into my butt hole.