Chapter 7

So I went home and waited. Well, I didn't just wait. I got out the U of C catalog and looked up the courses I wanted to take. I didn't need a degree or anything, nor any kind of recommendation from my professors. What I needed was the knowledge.

That reminded me of what George had said, so I called up a modeling school and enrolled. What the hell, I had the money. They promised to teach me all about hair styling and makeup too. It was expensive, and would cost more money than I had put away, but I figured I'd be making more soon, and that it would be worth it in the long run.

Like George had said, any girl can become a whore, but becoming a first class, top rated call girl would need something extra. I let my finger wander through the yellow pages, and found a place that taught massage. That was comparatively cheap, luckily for my bank account.

I met George like usual, which got me another eight hundred dollars, since he butt-fucked me, and then I started modeling class. Most of the other girls were hoping for a career in modeling, and I had to pretend the same. I mean, I couldn't tell them I wanted to be a call girl, no could I?

I started the massage class the next day. It was greasy work, but kind of neat in its way. They were very ... businesslike, I guess you'd call it, very professional in the way they had you do the massage, but I kept thinking how to apply the things to sex, how to make everything sexier and more erotic than the way they did it.

Two days later I got a call from Suzanne for my first client. She told me that he wouldn't be paying me, but would pay Suzanne, and she would then pay me. That was a little annoying, but I suppose talking money took some of the fantasy out of things.

She told me to dress down, like a teenager, she said, just jeans and something cute. Not exactly hard considering I was a teenager and normally did dress like one.

I waited on the corner for the car to pick me up, thinking as I did that it was kind of a cliché, a hooker standing on the corner, you know?

The car showed up. It was a nice one, and air-conditioned. I got in and the guy drove me to the address where the client lived.

The guy in front ... his name was Mike, turned around just as I was getting out the door. "Don't forget to call him Daddy," he said.

"What?" I said in surprise.

"You always call him daddy."

"Suzanne didn't say that."

He shrugged.

"That's sick."

He smirked.

I got out and slammed the door, then walked up to the door and rang the bell.

"Just walk in," Mike called.

I turned and looked back, then shrugged and opened the door. Daddy, my ass.

I walked inside and looked around. Going to places like this was giving me a new appreciation of just what money could buy, and making me more and more determined to have some of it myself. I mean, we had a reasonably nice house, but nothing like this.

"Where have you been?" a man demanded, coming from around the corner.

He was about forty, ordinary enough looking, wearing brown pants, slippers, and a sports shirt.

I automatically raised my wrist to check my watch.

"You're past curfew," he glared, coming up in front of me. "You were supposed to be back hours ago."

"So?" I said warily.

"Chelsea, when I set a time for you to be home I expect you to obey it," he glared, grabbing my arm and pulling me after him as he moved into the living room.

Chelsea?

"I'm sick and tired of your insolence and disobedience," he said, turning me around roughly and glaring down at me.

Oh yeah?

"Well fuck you," I said.

His eyes narrowed and I wondered if I had guessed wrong.

"I ought to send you to a convent," he snapped.

"Oh who cares? Leave me alone," I sighed, turning and wandering away.

"Come back here!" he ordered.

"I got other things to do," I said over my shoulder.

He grabbed my arm from behind and pulled me roughly around, then dropped into a chair and pulled me over his lap.

Uh oh. What was this?

"You little bitch," he snapped. "I warned you if you didn't watch your filthy mouth I was going to turn you over my lap!"

His hand slapped down hard on my ass and I yelped in pain and squirmed instinctively to pull away. He had a good hold on me, though, and his hand slapped down again, then again, then again.

"Are you going to be more obedient in future?" he demanded.

"Let me go, you bastard," I shouted.

"You foul mouthed little bitch," he glared, slapping my ass again and again and again.

It hurt, but not THAT much, not once I got used to it. The first three or four were the worst and then my ass was just one big hot throbbing ache, not pleasant, but tolerable.

His hand stopped spanking and he rested it on my ass. "Why do you wear such tight pants anyway?" he demanded. "It isn't decent. A young girl like you shouldn't be showing herself off like this."

"I like showing myself off," I snapped over my shoulder. "Now let me the fuck go!"

"I bet you're not even a virgin anymore," he snapped. "Are you?"

"None of your business!" I said.

"Oh yeah, well we'll just see won't we?" he snarled. His hand slid under me and undid my jeans, then began to tug them down. I squirmed and shouted in protest, but wasn't able to keep him from pulling them down around my knees. Then his hand shot in between my thighs and grabbed my pussy.

"Hold still," he ordered.

Then his fingers pried open my cunt lips and I felt one of them sliding up into me.

"Daddy!" I gasped. "Don't!"

"I'm going to find out if you're a virgin!" he cried.

"I am I am!" I yelled, struggling in pretended desperation.

"I don't feel your hymen," he snarled, his finger pushing deeper and probing around inside me. His finger jerked back and his hand pulled off my pussy, then slapped down on my now bare ass.

"Slut!" he yelled. "You're no virgin!"

"Owww! Let me go!" I yelled, as he spanked my ass red and hot.

"Who have you been fucking?" he demanded. "Who have you been spreading your legs for you little whore!?"

"Everybody!" I yelled back.

"Slut!"

His hand cracked down on my ass painfully hard, and I almost called it off right there, but then he stopped spanking.

"If you want to act like a whore I'll treat you like one!" he snarled, jerking my pants down further, ripping them off my legs.

"Daddy! Stop it!" I cried. He slapped my ass in reply.

One of his hands gripped my cunt, while the other grabbed my upper arm, and he lifted me off him and set me down on the floor. He dropped quickly behind me and grabbed a hank of my hair so I couldn't pull away.

"You dirty little whore," he snarled. "I know you're out there fucking every filthy bastard that wants it! Now I'm gonna get some!"

He thrust his cock into my pussy with savage force, then gripped my hips and rammed it deeper and harder. I yowled in protest as he ground his hips against my ass and laughed in glee.

"There you go, Chelsea," he growled. "Now you've got Daddy's cock buried in your slutty pussy. Do you like that? Huh? Do you like that?"

He slapped my ass again, then gripped my hips and began to fuck me with deep, furious strokes. I grunted with the impact of his hard, rutting strokes, not sure what else I should do, or could do. Did this pervert want his daughter to enjoy this or not?"

I took a gamble, and started letting my grunts sound more like groans as his big cock pounded into me.

"You like that, don't you? You slut!" Again he slapped my ass. "You'll take anything won't you? You'll spread your legs for any man! Whore! Slut!"

He pounded his cock down my pussy and then groaned in pleasure. "Yessss," he panted. "Take that! Take daddy's come! Ooohhhh!"

His fucking slowed and then stopped. He panted for breath behind me, stroking my red ass cheeks as his cock softened in my belly.

"Now get your pants on and get out of my sight!" he demanded.

And that was it. The whole thing only took about ten minutes! I thought surely I was supposed to stick around for something else, but checked with Mike to be sure.

"He got off?" he asked.

"Well, yeah," I said.

"Okay, get in."

"But ... it only lasted ten minutes," I said in surprise.

"So?"

"But ... he's going to pay a thousand dollars for that?"

"Two thousand. Get in."

I got in, looking up at him in shock. "Two thousand!?"

"It costs extra for spankings. Didn't you know that?"

"I didn't even know he was gonna spank me," I said crossly. "Why didn't she tell me that anyway?"

"She's probably trying to see if you're quick on your feet," he grinned.

"What if I slugged the guy?"

"Then she'd know you weren't quick on your feet."

"It would have cost her a client."

"Him? Nah, He loves fucking his daughter. He'll keep hiring them as long as his money holds out."

"Does he really have a daughter?"

"Uh huh. She's about twenty now. I doubt he ever touched her, though, otherwise he wouldn't be bringing his fantasies to life like this."

"So when do I get my money?" He laughed. "Should be in a couple of days. You get fifteen hundred, we get five."

"I get all the extra?"

"You always get all the extra. Our cut is a straight five hundred."

"That's nice."

"Only fair."

I got lots of young girl and daughter roles to play, because of my age and looks, I guess. I wore that school uniform more than anything else. It sure seemed to turn the men on.

Of course some guys just wanted a sexy woman to fuck, and didn't care if she was a teenager or not. One of those was Sean, who was to become a regular with me. Philip drove me to his apartment building and I took the elevator up to the penthouse. I was dressed in a nice expensive grey suit, though with my hair free.

Sean turned out to be ... well, you'd know his name if you heard it. He's a movie star, and he's gorgeous. At first I was shocked that a guy this good looking, with all his money and fame, would hire a hooker, but I guess it was cheap and easy, kind of like ordering pizza, and with no complications.

He was a cool guy, and fucked me for about half an hour, then took a bath with me. That was fun, just sitting there amidst the bubbles. We got to playing touchie feelie, before long, and I wound up riding his cock as he sucked my nipples.

My next appointment, a few days later, was in another apartment. Suzanne said to dress up for the job, so I wore an ankle length green silk dress over black bustier, G-string, garter belt, and hose. I did my hair out thick and full, and made the most of the makeup courses I'd gotten so far at the modeling school.

This apartment was nothing like the one Sean lived in. I mean, it was nice, but ... maybe upper middle class. It wasn't the kind of place that I was starting to get used to.

"Are you sure this is the place?" I asked Mike.

"Yeah."

"How can he afford it?"

"I don't know, baby. He's not a regular. If he starts talking about money change the subject. If he asks for prices leave."

"I know that," I said.

I went up to the apartment and a middle-aged man opened it, eyes feasting on me immediately.

"Hi, I'm Allison," I said.

"Hi, Allison," he said breathlessly. "Come in!"

I went in a little warily, looking around. He closed the door behind me.

"My wife is out of town for the week," he said. "And I decided to treat myself to something real special."

"Oh yeah?" I asked.

"I've been faithful to her for eighteen years now," he said, coming up behind me, his eyes still ravishing me through my dress. "But I really wanted to have another woman after all these years."

"Here I am," I smiled.

"Yeah." he breathed, standing back a little.

I started taking off my clothes, doing it slow and sexy like, and he just stood there, staring at me with his mouth open. He looked incredibly excited, like a kid at Christmas. When I got down to my lingerie he had a huge bulging erection.

I slowly removed my shoes, then undid my garters one by one and slid the stockings down and off. Then I undid the garter belt and took it off. He was looking so excited I wondered if he'd get a heart attack or something. He was big, looked like he'd once been an athlete, but was a little overweight now.

I undid the fasteners of my bustier and pulled it loose, and he groaned as he saw my bared breasts. I smiled and went over to him, then put my arms around his shoulders and kissed him on the lips. He hesitated for a moment, then his arms came around me and his hands cupped my bare ass cheeks as his tongue shot into my mouth.

We kissed for a long minute, him incredibly passionate as his tongue shot everywhere. His hands raced over my body too, mashing my breasts and ass cheeks and cupping my pussy. I sighed and pulled his head down to my breasts, and he licked and sucked desperately on my nipples.

I began undoing his clothes then. I tried to go slow and sexy, but he was in too much of a hurry. He ripped his own clothes off and I stepped back and slid my G-string down and off. He ran to me and threw his arms around me, lifting me off the ground as he mashed his face into my chest.

I was a little taken aback by his enthusiasm, but slid my legs around him and tried to hold myself up as he bit and gnawed on my tit meat. He carried me to a polished dining room table and let me down on it. I lay back, spreading my legs as he stared down in elated delight.

He took his bulging cock and pushed it into me slowly, then began to fuck me with furious speed as his hands roamed over my body like lightning, groping and fondling and squeezing and kneading my soft skin as he panted and puffed and rodded his cock into my cunt opening.

I was not surprised that he came within two minutes. I didn't have time to get into my fake orgasm, though. He bent over and licked on my breasts more gently now, then raised his eyes and smiled.

"I'm gonna fuck you in every room of this apartment," he breathed.

"I'm all yours," I smiled.

I sat up on the table and slid my hands up and down his body, then leaned over more, sliding my hands around his cock and balls, stroking and squeezing them as I tongued my way down his belly.

He groaned and slid his hands through my hair as I kissed the head of his cock, Then I slid off the table and down onto my knees.

"Wait!" he gasped, pulling back. He hurried across the room and sat down on a big recliner, then sat back.

"I sit here every night," he breathed, "while she sits over there. I've always thought ... dreamed about ... "

I grinned and dropped to all fours, then slowly, cat-like, crawled across the floor to him. He stared at me through wide eyes as I crawled up to him and in between his legs. I slid up between his thighs, licking a soft, smooth trail along his legs and around his balls.

Then I sucked in, first his right ball, then his left. I sucked both in my mouth as I slid my fingers along his cock, then I let them pop out one at a time and licked my way up his cock. It started to throb and stiffen almost at once.

I licked my way up and down his cock, then sucked on his balls again. His cock was hard enough then to slide my lips over the head and begin to bob my head up and down on it. He groaned again, a long, drawn out gasp of elation, his hands sliding through my hair as my head bobbed on his cock.

"Wait!" he gasped. "I don't want to come yet!"

I slid back on my heels as he sat there quivering. I smiled, and slid my hands back behind me, then brought my head back and tossed it a few times, letting my hair slide around on my shoulders, then behind me.

He gulped, and I turned and showed him my ass, then crawled slowly across the floor.

"Where does your wife sit?" I asked, looking back over my shoulder.

His eyes got even wider and he raised his hand and pointed at the far corner of the sofa. I smiled and crawled up onto the sofa, then into the corner. I eased my head down and my ass up and kind of waved it at him.

He lurched to his feet and stumbled across the floor to me, then grabbed my ass and groaned in pleasure. His hands squeezed and groped my ass cheeks, then my pussy mound. I winced a bit at his rough hands, then sighed as I felt his cock pressing against me.

It slid in deep and he began to pump furiously, grunting and groaning and panting heavily as he rammed it up my pussy pipe for all he was worth.

He halted and staggered back, gasping, his chest heaving. He turned and rushed into the kitchen. I straightened up and then got to my feet and followed him. I walked into the kitchen and saw him standing by the sink, an empty cup in his hand. There was water all over the floor and his crotch was wet.

"I didn't want to come yet," he gulped.

"I can see that," I said, raising an eyebrow.

"H ... here," he gulped. "Here by the sink."

I padded over to the sink, then rested my ass against the edge, slid my arms around him, and began to kiss him. He groaned again, his lips hard against mine as his hands kneaded my ass and breasts. I felt his hard cock pulsing against my belly as he ground himself into me, then I pushed him back and turned around.

I gripped the faucet and bent over, spreading my legs. "Now remember," I said. "Try to keep calm, and only do it for about half a minute."

"That might be too much," he said, still breathing heavily.

He stepped forward and slid his cock in me, then starting fucking. Not as hard or as fast as before, though. His hips slapped into my ass cheeks as his hands moved up and down my sides, then groped at my dangling breasts.

After about thirty seconds I twisted and pushed him away. "Where next?" I grinned.

He licked his lips and looked around. "Up against the stove," he gulped.

I moved over there and faced him. He came against me and mashed his lips down once again. I raised one leg high, propping it on the nearby counter, and then took his cock in my hand and guided it up into my pussy crack.

He chewed and sucked on my throat as he ground his loins into me, fucking his cock up into me deeper and harder and faster as I rubbed my breasts against him.

"Slow down," I panted.

"Ye ... yes," he gasped. "I know!" He took my hand and staggered out of the room, then across the floor to the sliding glass doors that looked out on the balcony. He opened them and looked around outside. I came up beside him and also looked around. There were no other buildings nearby, not real nearby anyway.

"Out there?" I said doubtfully.

"She never would," he gulped.

He stepped outside and I reluctantly followed. The balcony was at least private enough that nobody in the same building would be able to see us. As for the other buildings, well, they'd need a decent telescope to see me.

I walked out and looked over the balcony. It was a long way down. I turned and grinned then, propping my ass on the railing.

"Come and get me," I said.

He did, biting on my throat as he ground himself into me. I lifted my leg and he slid into me again, and grabbed my ass tightly as he fucked his cock up into my belly. He grunted and groaned and panted and moaned, puffing away like a steam engine as he drove his cock up into me again and again.

I pushed him back, but it wasn't easy. He wanted to fuck me here and now, and even when I twisted free he tackled me and I wound up almost falling. I let myself down onto all fours and he fucked me from behind, spewing his second load into my belly as he all but collapsed on top of me.

He fell over onto his side, sighing with exhaustion.

"Man," he gasped.

"That was fun," I said.

He shook his head.

"I ... I ... wanted ... to do it ... in ... in the ... bedroom ... too." he panted.

"Well, maybe we can," I said.

He shook his head again. "Not ... not three ... not in this close a space of time."

"You'd be surprised what I can accomplish," I smiled.

I got up and held out my hand. "Come with me," I said.

He got up with a groan and I brought him back inside. "Where's the bathroom?"

He pointed and we walked over there. I walked inside and turned on the water in the tub, then searched through the cupboards until I found some bubble bath. I poured that into the water and bubbles started to appear.

"Care for a bath? It's very relaxing."

"Uh, a bath? Uh, sure."

I motioned him into the tub and he sat down gingerly, then I got in next to him. I ran my hands over his body and then laid my head back against his chest as he began to stroke and squeeze my breasts. He talked about his wife, and from what he said his sex life was pretty boring and straightforward, the missionary position once or twice a month.

After fifteen or twenty minutes I began to stroke his cock and balls, but I decided he needed something a little more before I could get him erect, something more than just physical manipulation.

I stood up and smiled, then picked up the soap and began to soap myself up. I posed and positioned my body to best effect as I slid the bar over my chest and breasts and belly, then in between my legs. I sat down then on the corner of the tub and spread my legs.

As he watched I began to soap up my pussy, but not in a very businesslike way. I leaned back and sighed slowly, then spread my legs wider, lifting one and putting my foot on the edge of the tub.

I began to jerk off then, stroking my fingers over my pussy, mashing them into the soft, pulpy cunt meat, stroking and squeezing my breasts as he watched with huge round eyes. I groaned and rolled my head against the wall as I dug my fingers into my pussy, sliding them slowly up into my pussy slit and pumping them in and out.

I reached out and grabbed a shower hose and turned it on, spraying water over my crotch, rinsing the soap off, then using the pulsating spray to jerk off on. I continued to pump my fingers up into my cunt as he watched, groaning and whining and panting for breath.

Then I caught his eye with mine.

"Eat me!" I panted. "Come and eat me!"

He splashed water around as he dove across to my end of the tub and crouched between my legs. Then he stared into my pussy with eager excitement.

He mashed his face into my crotch then and I groaned in pleasure. He began to fuck his fingers into my slit as his tongue lapped across my clitty. He was rough, very amateurish, but extremely eager and enthusiastic, and he didn't do that bad a job, considering.

I moaned and groaned, running my fingers through his hair and arching my back, thrashing my head from side to side and cursing softly, then giving off a sudden sharp cry and gripping his hair tightly as I humped up into his face.

I hadn't come, actually, but then as Suzanne had said, my pleasure wasn't the point here, his was. I had pretended to come because I noted his cock was starting to harden down there, and I knew I'd have no trouble bringing him hard enough now to fuck me again.