Puala long weekend
PAULA - LONG WEEKEND. NEW EXPERIENCES.
PART 1
As those of you that have been following my blogs are aware, I paid my way through university on my back (and other positions!) as an e***** working on a part time basis for an agency based in London, England. The pay was good, in fact on occasions exceptionally so, and I got to choose the punters that I serviced so I kept clear of the weirdos and uglies. By and large I picked a half dozen clients a month, the income from which kept the wolves and bailiffs from the door and left me enough to run a car and have a good time. Work came into the agency owner who would then call me and offer me the date and agree the fee. If I chose to accept, further details, such as the venue, the clients preferred services and so on were provided and I would be booked in for the job. It was all very professional and, by and large, straight forward. The agency collected the fee from the punter in advance and subsequently paid me after the session, in cash, having taken their percentage cut.
Being an e***** was different from being a regular type of hooker. The rules required that I e*****ed a client to a restaurant or stage show or whatever and to make their evening pleasant and enjoyable, something akin to a regular date. Technically and legally for the time (back in the 1970’s) sex was off the menu because in law that would be deemed to be prostitution and therefore i*****l. Of course, if you fancied shagging your date in a private location that was up to you and technically had nothing to do with the agency. So, putting all that bullshit to one side, the idea was that I accompanied a guy (sometimes a woman or a couple) to wherever he wanted to go (within reason) with the fullest of intensions that he would fuck me every which way, having paid the agency for the privilege!
It was a great system, and I had a great time with lots of interesting experiences, which brings me to my first threesome, my first anal sex encounter and a double cock penetration session. For those that are not familiar with my history back then, in those days, to all intents and purposes, I was gay, a lesbian living with a lesbian lover. It was a secret, as by and large it needed to be in those days, but in my day-to-day existence I was living with an older woman (I was nineteen she was twenty seven) ostensibly (to my family and friends) as flat mates but in reality as lovers. It was not a monogamous relationship as she was a fashion buyer at the top end of the market and had many lovers that she expected me to share with her and as a result, many a wild party we had! Being in bed with multiple lovers was not new to me but up to this ‘date’ they had all been women. So, a threesome that involved me and two guys was a new experience.
Don’t misunderstand, I liked cock and had had my fair share (some would say more than!) of male lovers but I found at that tender age that in my private life I just preferred the company of women and having sex with women. Taking cock was a paying job, being fucked and fucking a woman was a delight and a pleasure. Anyway, the call came in from the agency during a really hot August week. The offer was to meet up with a couple of business type guys who were on a boys away fishing holiday in Dorset and they, having used the agency in the past, wanted some fun and games with a lady over the following weekend. It was an all-expenses paid away job that would last from Friday through to Monday, home by Monday evening. The money was excellent as was the idea of a long weekend in the country, so I jumped at it.
The set up and sex menu was pretty straight forward, involving sex on tap, e.g. the guys could fuck me at any time and at any place of their choosing, straight sex in various positions, blow jobs (swallowing was compulsory) three in a bed romps, face and body cum jobs and it all had to be bare back, no rubbers. Extra large wads of notes for no rubbers, plus they had to attend a STD clinic immediately before I arrived, with no sex with others a rule. Of course, there was never any guarantee, but I was lucky and managed to avoid any problems in my time as an e*****. There was another bit of advice that the agency imparted, the two of them were bi sexual and were away not just to fish but to fuck each other silly. I looked forward to the trip!!
I left London at just after midday and followed the directions I had been given to Dorchester, in Dorset, passing through the town and onward out into the country for a short stint before turning right into a narrow hedge lined country lane, past a pub on my right and, after a hundred or so yards, I saw the low thatched white painted cottage on my left that was described on the directions that I had been provided with by the agency. I eased through a narrow opening between high holly hedges and into a bell shaped gravel topped parking area and pulled up alongside a brand new very expensive seven series BMW. Always a good sign when a client has an expensive car! I got out of my very cheap and very small mini cooper, stretched and then headed for the front door that was set beneath a thatched roof canopy that looked to be in need of a haircut.
The door opened and a tall slim, broad chested, good looking guy in his mid thirties, wearing a white tee shirt and red shorts, filled the entrance, looked me over and smiled broadly.
‘Hi’ he said, ‘You’re not a disappointment, I must say’.
I laughed lightly and said, ‘I’m glad you like what you see. I’m Paula, your date for the weekend’.
‘Well’, he said with a wide grin, ‘I’m glad about that as I’d be disappointed if you were the cleaning lady!
‘I’m Terry, come in and meet my mate Iain’.
I followed him along a narrow dark corridor and then left into a large sunlit room that stretched the full depth of the house. Iain was outside sitting in a deck chair on a patio that faced onto a beautiful large garden with flower borders, fruit trees and a lawn. I stepped outside into the hot sunshine as Iain stood up and smiled at me.
‘ Hi, I’m Iain’. He said offering his right hand. We shook hands and I introduced myself.
‘I just said to Paula that she is no disappointment’. Laughed Terry, ‘What do you think mate?’
‘You’re all charm you are!’ Iain said lightly smiling at me. ‘Let’s get you a drink. We’re on Pimm’s but we’ve pretty much everything else’.
‘G&T with ice and a slice if you have that’. I requested.
‘I’ll do the honours’ stated Terry and he turned back into the house.
‘How was your journey?’ asked Iain.
‘Great’ I answered, ‘Usual traffic in London, but once outside I sailed along’. We chatted along those lines until Terry appeared with my drink and some small sandwiches on a plate that he put on a low patio table. ‘Sit, eat and drink, sweety’. He said indicating a cane chair next to where Iain had been sitting.
I sat down and crossed my legs and smile inwardly as their eyes passed over them as I settled myself into the chair. I have good legs, a nice shape that was very evident as I settled myself in the chair and straightened out the light summer mini skirt that I was wearing that was short enough that it allowed them full view of much of my upper legs and a flash of thigh. I’m 5ft 9inches tall in bare feet, slim but with nice hips and pert well shaped breasts, that at that moment were outlined beneath my thin cotton, lace edged pale green blouse. I wasn’t wearing a bra, something that was evident as my nipples were clearly defined behind the material.
In those days my hair, that is naturally dark, almost black, was shoulder length with a sharp cut fringe just above my eyes. It was clear to me from their expressions that they both liked what they saw.
‘So,’ I said, You’re on a fishing holiday. A boy’s getaway for what, a week?’ Terry shook his head.
‘No, ten days, this is out first week. We go back next weekend’.
‘Great!’ I said, ‘It’s lovely around here.’
‘Yes it is’ he responded. ‘Have you been to Dorset before?’
‘No’, I replied, ‘It’s my first time. But from what I’ve seen it’s lovely, so I think I will visit again in the future’.
We chatted generally into the early evening and had several more drinks until it was evident that we were all a bit *****. The conversation had become somewhat risqué with jokes and asides of a sexual nature and then Iain relayed a storey about their holiday during the previous year that involved one of the agency hostesses when they were in Scotland.
‘A large breasted lassie’, he said with enthusiasm and a movement of both hands in front of his chest indicating that she was well endowed. ‘But what she was really good at was giving blow jobs!’ Isn’t that right Terry?’
‘Fuck yes!’ responded Terry, ‘She sucked both of us off within an hour of first arriving and then wanked herself to orgasm as a show for the pair of use while we recovered before fucking her silly. All before we’d had dinner!’
They both laughed uproariously as I looked on. I’d got the message loud and clear! Slowly I stood up and moved in front of Iain the front of my legs pressed against his knees. The pair of them became silent, their eyes fixed expectantly on my face. Slowly I unbuckled the belt around my waist and let it fall to the ground. Then I unclipped the top of my skirt and pulled down the side zip. With a shake of my hips, I loosened it and let it fall to the floor. My panties were little more than a jet black coloured ‘g’ string that was all but lost in my thick black bush of pubic hair. They both grinned broadly, and Iain let out an appreciative ‘mmmm’ sound.
I stood for a moment to let them feast their eyes and then I slowly unbuttoned my blouse allowing it to fall open to reveal most of each breast. I then slipped it off and let it join my skirt on the floor, and stood naked, apart from the ‘g’ string, in front them. Terry picked up his drink and took a deep swallow, never taking his eyes off me. I turned toward him and said softly,
‘Would you care to help remove my panties?’
Without saying anything he moved forward hooked a finger into each side of the string about my hips and slowly pulled downward lowering the panties to my feet. I stepped out of them and stood before him with my legs slightly apart. He looked up at me and I moved forward so that my crotch was just an inch or so in front his face.
‘Taste her’. Iain whispered. ‘Put your tongue in her and lap her up’.
Terry seemed to hesitate, so I opened legs wider and thrust my hips forward inviting him in. He didn’t need asking twice and grasped my hips, pulled my crotch forward and buried his face and mouth in my bush. I could feel his mouth and tongue searching out my cunt and then his tongue slipped between the wet lips of my pussy, and he started to seek out my clit travelling up to the top of my vagina and pressing and sucking at just the right spot. I shuddered as a spasm of pleasure ran through me just as Iain rose from his chair and unzipping himself took out his cock and moved close behind me before pressing his stiff hard cock between my buttocks.
‘I’m going to fuck you, as my friend sucks you off’’, he murmured, his face tight to my ear. I made a soft purring noise and pressed my buttocks back toward him and then gasped as Terry plunged his tongue deep inside me, pressing his face so hard up between my legs he lifted me up on to my toes.
I felt Iain’s hand move down and take hold of his cock and then he was guiding it up and between my legs.
‘Open her up for me mate’, he gasped, ‘I’m going give it to her and you’.
Terry did as he was told and prised my cunt lips apart. I gasped at the roughness and then I felt his hand guide Iain’s cock into me, at the same time keeping his face close to the action. I realised that he was licking and sucking at me and iains cock as it penetrated me deeper with each thrust. His cock was long and thick, and it stretched me to the point of making me cry out as he made a violent hump upward and entered fully inside me whilst at the same time bending me forward over Terry so that I had to use my hands for support on his back. He then commenced to hump me, steadily at first and then faster and faster his cock seemingly growing in thickness as he pumped it into me.
I was moving with him, and I could feel myself starting to respond, that familiar feeling deep down at the back of my womb when my orgasm starts, and I moved hard against him gasping for breath as I felt my sex juices flowing and a deep tingling sensation that made me sexually excited and wanting more. He responded by hammering his hips into my buttocks with loud slapping noises. Terry’s mouth was on us both sucking cock and cunt and encouraging Iain onward and to fuck me harder.
‘Make the bitch cum!’ he shouted before plunging his tongue hard up into the sides of my cunt lips in an attempt to fit it between Iain’s cock and the inside of my cunt. And then, suddenly Iain stiffened and groaned, I felt his cock pulsate and he came, his cum a great surge of heat and wetness ejaculating inside of me and I gasped and cried out as my body was wracked with an almighty orgasm.
‘Fuck it!!’ I cried, ‘Fuck it, make me cum!
Pushing hard against his crotch I used my cunt to clamp it in place as I writhed and twisted on it. Suddenly, he thrust upward hard, harder than he had done before and caught me off balance causing me to topple forward over Terry’s back and sideways ending up with me sprawling on the floor. I immediately rolled on to my back intending to sit up but suddenly Terry was on top of me forcing my legs apart and directing his rigid cock into my soaking wet cunt that was oozing Iain’s cum. He drove it up and deep and commenced to fuck me vigorously. I fell back with his full weight on me, his face close to mine breathing heavily, his eyes wide and wild with lust. His hips were moving hard and fast and his cock, that felt enormous, plunged in and out of me to the sound of wet slurping noises as he pummelled my pussy with Iain’s cum still in me, his cock forcing it out of my cunt to spread across my lower torso and inner thighs. And then, as Iain had done he suddenly stiffened, his cock throbbed, and he came, another great spurt of hot wet liquid that surged into the depths of me making me call out. I pulled him hard against me and wrapped my legs around him to hold him in place for as long as possible, as once again I was wracked by an orgasm that had me quivering and shaking with pleasure.
We three lay together on the floor exhausted and spent, I on my back feeling their mixed cum seeping out of my pussy, over its lips and down my inner thighs. I couldn’t move for exhaustion caused by my lust and the effect of two orgasms one after the other, something that had caught me by surprise as I hadn’t expected to respond in such a way, but it had been so deep and penetrating that I hadn’t wanted them to stop. If this is what it’s going to be like the whole weekend I thought, I’m in for exhausting time! And upon that thought I drifted off to sleep.
I awoke to someone gently shaking my shoulder.
‘Paula, wake up?’
I opened my eyes and for a moment I didn’t know where I was, and then I saw Terry’s face and it all came back to me.
‘What time is it? I asked.
‘Just after 7.30 pm’ Terry replied. ‘If we are going to get some dinner at the pub, we need to get a move on. Do you need some help?’ he enquired, his voice sounding concerned.
One of the men had covered me with a blanket that fell away as I raised myself to a sitting position. I was stark naked with my pubic bush covered in sticky drying cum that extended down between my legs. There was also an area of wetter cum all over my breasts and stomach.
‘Christ! I need a shower’, I said more to myself than to Terry. ‘And I’m starving’.
Terry got hold of my hands and helped me to my feet.
‘I bet you are!’ he laughed, ‘After all that exercise! The bathrooms upstairs and has a shower. If you want a decent meal, the pub stops serving at 9.00pm, so hurry’.
We ate at the pub and spent a pleasant evening just chatting and joking before returning to the cottage. We went straight to our rooms and I to my bed for a deep undisturbed nights sleep.
I awoke to the sun streaming into my room and the sound of birds singing in the garden. I stretched luxuriantly and felt some twinges in my lower back and thighs that gave me pause to recall my exertions during the day before. The time by my watch was 10.25 am I had slept late. I padded to the bathroom that was opposite my room and peed long and hard. Too much booze!! The cottage was silent and still and had the feeling that there was no one else at home. I left the bathroom and went along the landing noticing that the guy’s bedroom door was open and that the room was unoccupied.
Downstairs I discovered a hand written note on the kitchen table informing me that the guys had gone fishing and that they wouldn’t be back until late that afternoon. They had left a door key and a note saying they hoped that I would have a nice day. A day all to myself! I was overjoyed! Having showered and dressed in tight white shorts and an equally tight red tee shirt that showed a fair bit of cleavage and failed in all respects to hide the fact that I was braless, I returned to the kitchen and made myself coffee and toast. Having eaten breakfast I drove into Dorchester, a town I had never been to before.
I found Dorchester to be a pretty little town and I parked just down from a bridge that passed over the River Frome. Looking over the bridge I saw crystal clear water flowing steadily from beneath the bridge with fish hovering mid depth in the current.
‘Trout’. A male voice announced next to me. ‘Brown trout to be exact’.
I turned and met the gaze of a middle aged man of medium height and slight build with thinning hair above a squarish pale skinned face. Not attractive was my first thought. My second was that he was about to make a pass at me as his eyes were firmly fixed on my tits.
‘Really?’ I responded, ‘Well, I guess my boyfriend will know all about that as he’s a fisherman’.
He nodded, gave me a lop-sided grin and moved on, leaving me feeling smug at having got rid of him so easily. In London it would have been a different matter, as advances were usually more aggressive and persistent, regardless of the form a brush off took.
I spent the rest of the day browsing the shops, stopping to have a light lunch at a small touristy café. I bought some sexy and flimsy underwear, a new, pretty yellow cotton pleated mini skirt and some casual coloured cotton tops before returning to my car and driving back to the cottage. The BMW was not parked in the drive so the guys were still away fishing. The sun was still shining down from a clear blue sky, so I made myself a cup of tea and took a novel that I was reading into the garden, settling myself on a sun lounger I stretched out. After a while my eyes became heavy, and I drifted off to sleep.
I didn’t hear him approach across the grass and so I started when he touched my arm. For a moment I imagined it was the guy from Dorchester but once I had focused on him, I realised it was Terry.
‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you’, he said crouching down beside me. ‘Have you had a good day?’
‘Yes, great thanks. I drove into Dorchester and had a look around, did a bit of clothes shopping. How was your day. Did you catch anything?’
‘A couple each, but nothing of any size. It was too hot and bright, and the water level was low, but nonetheless we had a nice day out’.
I smiled sympathetically and offered that I knew where there were some large trout and I told him about the bridge over the river in Dorchester.
‘Yeah’, he said, ‘Everyone knows about those fish, they are almost town pets. They hang around there waiting for people to feed bread to the ducks and sneak in and steal it’. He laughed and added, ‘Anyway we don’t have a permit to fish that part of the river’.
He stayed crouching beside me and after a few moments he lent toward me and kissed me full on the mouth, holding the kiss for a while. I kissed him back and slipped my tongue between his lips and into his mouth.
‘Mmmm’, he murmured moving away slightly and breaking the kiss. ‘That was nice’.
‘Thank you, kind sir’, I responded jokingly adding pointedly, ‘Is there anything else I can do for you?’
‘It’s still hot, why don’t we strip off and soak up some rays, naked?’ he suggested. ‘No one can see us at the back here’.
‘OK’ I said, ‘Why not’.
Swinging my legs off the sun lounger I stood up and went to undress but Terry stopped me.
‘Let me’, he said.
I stood still as he divested me of my top and then bent and removed my shorts caressing my legs as he slipped them down to my feet.
‘You have lovely legs’, he said as I stepped out of the shorts.
I was wearing flimsy high leg panties with a see-through lace front panel that restrained most of my thick pubic hair although strands escaped out of the gusset on both sides. He paused to take in the view running his hand over the flat of the panel and then he gently gripped and then squeezed my mound.
‘I just love your thick pubic bush’, he said, giving it another gentle stroke with the palm of his hand before gently pulling my panties down.
I stepped out of them and stood naked in front of him. Leaning toward me he pushed his face into my bush and then pressed his lips against my pubic mound, an action that sent a small electric shiver up my spine.
‘Do you want to fuck me?’ I asked.
He looked up at me and smiled before placing his right hand between my legs and then gently fondled and stroked my pussy lips after a while allowing his finger to slip just inside my vagina and over my clitoris then moving it downward parting my pussy lips until finally he slid inside me where he hooked his finger up to grip me behind the pubic bone. I gasped and felt my knees give way momentarily before I recovered myself, feeling a sudden release of cum juice trickle down my left inner thigh. Withdrawing his finger, he raised it to my lips and traced their outline before gently inserting it into my mouth. I sucked on it tasting my own bitter saltiness.
‘You taste good, eh? He asked.
I nodded as he withdrew his finger from my mouth. Leaning forward he gave me a quick kiss in the middle of my bush and then stood upright.
‘Let’s relax and sunbathe’, he said unzipping his trousers and stepping out of them.
I stood for moment feeling disappointed that he wasn’t going to finish what he’d started, especially as his cock was erect and ready for action, but I let it pass and lay down on the sun lounger. Terry drew up another lounger next to mine and stretched out on it. As we lay there it occurred to me that I hadn’t enquired about Iain.
‘Is Iain in the house?’ I asked.
‘No’. Terry answered, ‘He’s visiting a cousin who lives in Tolpuddle village. I dropped him off there on our way back. I’m to pick him up later. The plan is that you’ll come with me and then we’ll go find a place for dinner’.
We lay dozing in the sun for an hour or so and then I heard Terry stir and sit up. I opened my eyes and saw that he was sitting facing me. I then saw that his cock was standing up hard and rigid. He smiled at me and beckoned me over to him. I swung my legs over the side of the lounger but before I could stand up he reached out and pulled me across the space between us so that I ended up kneeling in front of him. He then gently placed his hands on my head and direct my face toward his cock. I grasped his shaft with both hands, opened my mouth and took it between my lips, immediately tasting the sharp saltiness of his precum on my tongue. I ran my tongue around his knob and then up and down the shaft before talking the length of him into my mouth and sucking it down my throat.
I heard him moan and got to work sucking and licking him, running his cock around the inside of my mouth before deep throating him. I was increasing the pace and had him thrusting his cock back and forth whilst I controlled his penetration with a hand wrapped around the shaft. To heighten his pleasure, I dipped my index finger into my soaking cunt and reached up between his legs to his buttocks and then, finding his anus, I inserted it and thrust it upward twisting my finger as it went. He groaned out loud and rotated his hips as I worked on him simultaneously with my finger in his anus and his cock in mouth, Suddenly, he stepped back from me and gripping me by the shoulders he raised me up. I looked at him in surprise and he told me to kneel on all fours on the grass. I did what I was told, and he took up a position behind me, pushing my legs apart with his feet he knelt between them. Parting my buttocks, he raised himself up and straddling me pressed his cock into my cunt and started to hump me. His cock slipped deep inside, and he pumped me half a dozen or so times and then suddenly withdrew. Then, to my surprise I felt the tip of his shaft press against my anus.
‘I’m going to arse fuck you’, he stated throatily, using his hands to spread my buttocks.
Now, I had been butt fucked by my lady lovers on occasion with butt plugs and strap on dildos as well as hand held ones, but I had never had a man’s cock fuck up my arse. In fact, I didn’t consider anal sex to be part of my professional repertoire. But, as it happens, I’m blessed with a rather elastic ass hole, although even so I was unsure if I could take him.
‘I don’t usually do anal’. I said, ‘But you can do me that way if you want, only take it steady and be gentle, ease it in. And stop if I say it’s hurting’.
He simply grunted and pressed the head of his cock against my hole, and I felt it stretch as it did when penetrated by a dildo. I pushed back slightly which was a mistake because he read the move as me wanting him to penetrate me fully and I felt him thrust forward hard. His cock stretched me, and I gasped and cried out as he pressed home and half the length of his cock entered me. Then he thrust again and the full length of his cock drilled into me. The resulting feeling was a mixture of pain and panic along with a burning sensation. My arms gave out and I slumped face forward onto the grass with my rump in the air, and I felt him adjust his stance and then he started to bugger me solidly and rhythmically whilst gripping my waist and holding me in place. I started to whimper and then there was a rush of heat through my rear end and the pain subsided and all I could feel was the rasping movement of his cock inside me. I had come lots of times when being buggered by a dildo and now, I realised that I was on the verge of orgasm as my ass was pummelled by a man’s cock.
The experience wasn’t at all like having my cunt fucked, this was an altogether different feeling. It hurt, it felt as if I was being torn asunder and there was heat, but my arsehole was wet and slippery and each thrust made me want more. The combination was erotic, and I wanted him to bugger me silly!!
He was gasping now, his legs shaking and then, suddenly, he let go and ejaculated, his cum spurting deep inside me, filling me with a wet warmth that I had never experienced before. I think I may have screamed, certainly I came loud and long as he kept up the rhythmic pumping of his ejaculating cock deep into my anus.
Finished, he collapsed, spent on top of me and we lay together panting and breathing hard.
‘Fuck!’ he gasped, ‘That was one hell of a shag. Your arse is as tight as a drum!
I didn’t respond, I just lay still my insides burning and hurting all at the same time and yet I had orgasmed, I had in fact cum hard and long!. I wondered if he had damaged me in someway and so I just lay still, feeling his cum trickle out of me and onto the grass. Eventually, he got up and put out his hand to help me to get up.
‘For a beginner you are one good arse fuck’. He said through a smile as he helped me to my feet.
‘Christ. I thought you were going to split me in two!’ I groaned. ‘I asked you to go slow, not ram it in. It bloody well hurt!’
He put his arms around me and pulled me to him.
‘I’m really sorry Paula. When you pressed back against me, I thought you wanted it inside you. I thought you had enjoyed it as you seemed to cum when I shot my load’.
I could see that he was genuinely concerned, and I was touched that he was. I stroked his face and said that it was OK, that I was OK and in fact I had indeed orgasmed, and that I enjoyed the feeling of his cum shooting into the depths of me.
Releasing me slightly from his embrace, he bent down and kissed me on the lips and then hugged me.
‘Let’s shower and get ready to go and pick Iain up’.
I used the shower first, checking myself to see if there was any damage as I was sore in that area, but I found nothing. I then went to my room and got ready for the evening out. Eventually, having dressed I went down stairs and into the living room wearing a dark green off the shoulder buttoned fronted dress that finished four inches above my knees. Footwear consisted of matching green, high heeled shoes and of course, no bra or stockings.
Terry whistled his approval as I entered the room and then asked if I was alright. I said that I was, but that a cold G&T would not go amiss if we had time. He made us both a drink and we took them out onto the patio to drink.
‘Tell me if you don’t mind’. he asked. ‘How come someone as attractive and intelligent as you is in your line of work?’
I smiled at him and took a sip of my drink. ‘My line of work as you put it, is just part time to fund me through uni’. It pays better than any other type of part time work, has flexible hours to suit myself, and in any event, I enjoy fucking, so I might as well get paid for doing it’.
Terry laughed and said, ‘Except for being fucked in the arse!’
I grinned at him, ‘Well, I might get used that. It was uncomfortable to start with, but I have to say I enjoyed the end result’.
Terry kissed me lightly on the lips. ‘I have something for you’. He said and walked over to a cabinet on the far side of the room pulled open a drawer and withdrew a white envelope. Handing it to me he said, ‘It’s something just for you from me’.
I opened the envelope and looked inside and gasped when I saw a thick wadge of bank notes.
‘How much is in here! I exclaimed.
‘Count it later, I’m sure you’ll be pleased. But as I said, it’s all for you, no giving a cut to the agency’.
I looked at the money and then at Terry. ‘Why are you giving me this?’ I asked.
‘Because I took a liberty with you, buggering you like that. I’m bisexual and I’ve buggered enough guys, and women for that matter, to know when someone is inexperienced and should be treated carefully first time around. My lust got the better of me, and I’m sorry for that’.
I put my arms around his neck and pressed myself hard against him before kissing him long and hard full on the mouth.
‘Thank you’, I said stepping back, ‘You are very generous, this looks to be a lot of cash’.
Terry shrugged and flashed a smile at me, ‘Not to me baby, I’m loaded, so let’s not speak of it again; in particular not in front of Iain’.
We drove over to Tolpuddle village and found the house where Iain was visiting his cousin. He was standing at the entrance to the driveway of the house and as soon as we pulled over he opened the rear door and jumped into the car. We both turned and looked at him. He looked angry and Terry asked if he was alright.
‘Just fucking family matters’, he scowled, ‘They all get on my tits, the lot of ‘em. Let’s get away from here’.
We drove toward Dorchester in silence for a while and then Iain said that he was sorry and lightened the mood by promising to treat us to a bottle of champagne with dinner. At this point reader I’ll give you a tip; anyone who might want to fuck me, I’m a dead cert after a few glasses of good champagne, and believe me, I recall many a night when I’ve found myself flat on my back being humped silly by a guy or a lady who has plied me with several glasses of bubbly!
The restaurant that we ended up in was a few miles outside of Dorchester, a really smart place set in an old manor house with soft yellow stone walls, oak beams and a thatched roof. I had a quick look at the menu set in a glass fronted box by the entrance door and was immediately glad that I wasn’t the one paying for the meal!
The restaurant was half empty, so we had no trouble getting a table. The table was located in one corner of the room with a plush leather ‘L’ shaped bench type seat that enabled seating on one side and one end of the table. The seating arrangement meant that I was sat between Iain and Terry. Iain looked me over and commented on my outfit. ‘Very sexy getup if I may so’. He commented with a leer. ‘If that neckline plunged any lower, we could see your pubes!’
He was right. Terry had requested that I wear something that would show off my figure and exposed plenty of leg and cleavage. I had with me a lightweight cotton summer dress that fitted the bill perfectly, and without a bra and with the flimsiest of panties the dress clung to me just enough to be sensual but not tarty.
‘I love the way she looks’, Terry said, leaning back and placing his arm behind me on the back of the seat.
‘She’s elegant and raunchy all at the same time’.
Iain laughed and lowering his voice lent in and said, ‘And very fuckable!’
Below he table I felt his left hand settle on my upper thigh and he gave it a gentle squeeze while at the same time leaning toward me until his face was just a few inches from mine.
‘Saturday night is action night’. He whispered, moving his hand across my thigh and between my legs and then up to my crotch. I jumped slightly as he squeezed it and held tight. I glanced to my left at the nearest table that was occupied by a middle aged man and woman who, fortunately. were deep in conversation and hadn’t noticed anything. I glanced at Terry who had lent forward to block the view of what was going on from the rest of the restaurant.
‘Pack it in, you randy bastard!’ He hissed under his breath, ‘You want us thrown out of here!’.
Iain grinned at Terry and released me and lent back from the table.
‘Just having some fun with the whore that we’re renting for the weekend, that’s all’. He said quietly under his breath. ‘That is what she’s here for isn’t it? Like, we are paying a small fortune for the company of this tart, including paying for her meals and booze’.
I stiffened at his words. Clearly, he was still angry at what ever had happened at his cousins and he was taking it out on me and Terry. Me in particular. Terry, lent across the table and speaking quietly placed a hand on Iain’s right forearm.
‘Hey, take it easy man. It’s not Paula’s fault or mine that you had a bad day. There’s no need to take it out on us or to be rude and unpleasant to her’. So, saying Terry kept his hand on Iain’s arm and fixed his eyes straight at his face.
Iain shifted uncomfortably and was about top speak when our waitress walked up to the table carrying menus and a pad. Having handed out the menus she took our order for drinks and left us to it. I took the opportunity to stand up and announced in a light tone of voice that I needed to visit the lady’s room. Terry stood up and moved to allow me to pass. I went straight to the rest room at the rear of the restaurant noticing as I passed through that I received a few admiring glances from some of the male clientele.
Upon my return to the table the guys were deep in conversation, and I was relieved to hear Iain laugh as I approached. I also noticed that a silver ice bucket with a bottle of Moet and Chandan champagne in it had been placed in the middle of the table along with cut glass champagne flutes, one for each of us. I smiled sweetly at both of them as Terry stood to allow me through.
Iain smiled at me as I sat down. ‘Sorry babe’, he said, ‘What can I say, I’m an arsehole when I get in a lather about something. I’m sorry’, adding; ‘We friends again?’ giving me an impish smile.
I smiled back at him and put my hand over his. ‘Of course.’ I said softly.
Terry reached across and pulled out the bottle of champagne.
‘Well, the ‘arsehole’, as he terms himself came through with a bottle of the good stuff, so let’s indulge ourselves!’
Tension gone we all laughed and toasted ourselves as friends with full glasses.
The rest of the evening went exceptionally well. The food was excellent, and we manged another bottle of champagne, curtesy of Terry. As I knew it would do the bubbles went to my head and to every other part of me, in particular my libido. Terry drove the car with me in the back with Iain who had jumped in next to me as soon as we got into the car. By the time we had left the restaurant car park he had one hand up my dress whilst the other worked on getting my tits out. I giggled (something else that champagne brings on!) as he pulled my panties off and then having dropped to his knees on the car floor, he spread my legs apart as far as they would go and then leaning forward pushed his face into my bush. Using both hands he separated my cunt lips and I felt his mouth working over them before inserted the tip of his tongue and starting in on my clit. I gasped with pleasures. He worked away at me feverishly, sucking and tonguing me before using his fingers to explore deep inside my cunt, masturbating me hard until I was writhing with pleasure.
I caught sight of Terry glancing at us in the rear view mirror but all he could make out was my face with my lips parted and my tongue working over them as Iain pleasured me exquisitely. Putting his hands under my buttocks Iain lifted me up to an angle where he could fully tongue fuck me, forcing his tongue as deep inside vagina as he could reach and then working it back and forth like he would his cock whilst all the time slurping and sucking my cum juices.
I hadn’t noticed that the car had stopped until the chill night air touched my naked tits and shoulders and I realised that Terry had opened the rear door. He was leaning in toward me and I expected him to join in the fun, but instead he whispered something urgently in Iain’s ear who immediately left off from between my legs and stepped outside the car. Again, I thought that Terry would join in but instead Iain lent back inside the car and gripping me around the waist pulled me round so that I ended up on my back lengthways along the seat facing him. Pushing my legs apart he dived back in and recommenced sucking and tonguing me. I lent back and thrust my hips toward him to allow him do whatever he wanted, all the time gasping and crying out as he worked his tongue and mouth over my open, soaking wet cunt.
The sex went on and on and then I heard Iain grunting and gasping and saying something like ‘deeper man, faster!’, and I opened my eyes and looked at him and then beyond him and, in the doorway, leaning over him, his eyes screwed tight shut and his mouth agape, I saw Terry his body motion clearly indicating that he was shafting him hard and fast in the arse. Iain plunged his face between my legs again as I watched Terry humping his arsehole for all he was worth. I found the whole scene unbelievably erotic and a massive turn on that resulted in a sudden burst of passion. I orgasmed, involuntarily twisting my hips and pressing my mound into Iain’s face causing a spate of shuddering that sheared all the way through me as my hands grasped at and crushed each of my tits and my fingers raked my nipples. I heard Terry gasp and groan at the same moment as I came, and Iain let out a long throaty sound from deep between my legs indicating as he was filled with Terry’s cum.
For a long moment we were all still, collapsed on top of one another, each allowing the full orgasmic pleasure soar through us. After a while, still breathing heavily, Terry withdrew his cock from Iain and stood back. A moment later Iain raised his face from between my legs, moved backward and straightened up outside of the car. I remained on my back on the seat panting heavily, still massaging my breasts as the I slowly came down from the intensity of the sex act that Iain had carried out on me. I slowly stretched my legs out straight to ease my cramped back and leg muscles, feeling as I did so my wetness trickle down between my thighs. I recall being suffused with the most delicious tingling sensation through the whole of my lower torso that culminated in a series of tiny, short lived, delicious feeling convulsions emanating from deep within my womb.
I lay prostrate for several minutes luxuriating in the feeling until the car rocked slightly and Iain climbed in back alongside me. I looked at him and gave him a lazy smile and was about to say how much I had enjoyed his ministrations when he spoke:
‘I haven’t cum yet’, he stated bluntly, looking straight into my eyes.
I looked back at him not quiet comprehending what he was saying. Then it registered and I said in a champagne induced slurred voice, ‘Ah, I see. You want to cum in me?’.
‘No’, he replied shortly, ‘I want to cum over you, over your face and in your mouth’.
Before I could respond he moved quickly and positioned himself so that his groin was directly in front of my face. His cock was already out, and he grabbed it and started to energetically wank himself off directly against my right cheek. Taken by surprise I raised myself up and jerked backward but the seat back stopped me from moving away from his cock that was just a few inches from face.
‘Suck it!’ he demanded, pushing it against my mouth.
Although somewhat taken by surprise I was there to do their bidding. I whored for money, and on demand, it was why I was there. Those thoughts flashed my mind so I parted my lips and he thrust his member into my mouth and down my throat. I gagged at the action and jerked my head back and away from him.
‘Suck it!’ he again demanded.
‘Iain!’ I shouted at him, ‘Back up. I’ll blow you but give me space. Calm down!’
For a moment he hesitated but then did as I demanded and withdrew to allow me to collect myself. I settled myself more upright and when composed I lent forward, grasped his cock in my right hand and took it into my mouth and commenced to suck and lick him. He responded immediately, thrusting his cock gently back and forth as I took him deep and shallow, sucking and licking him as he panted and groaned above me. Then he withdrew his cock and told me to lay flat. I did as I was told and he aimed his cock just a few inches above my face and commenced to wank, faster and faster his hand movement went and then he gasped.
‘Open your mouth!’ he demanded.
I did as I was told just in time to receive a long stream of cum as he ejaculated, his cum shooting into my mouth and down my throat and then, having pulled back, he shot his cum over my face. He finished by pushing his cock back into my mouth continuing to ejaculate until he was spent. Crushed into the back of the seat I was forced to swallow as I gasped for air. My face, throat and chest were covered in cum and I was coughing and spluttering spraying myself and the car seat with Iain’s spunk. Ian was still leaning over me and taking hold of his dripping cock with one hand he casually wiped it over my tits and nipples and then downward over my stomach tracing a long, wet line to just above my pubic mound that he then used to clean off the tip of it. Having finished wiping his cock on me he left the car without saying a word and walked toward the cottage.
I lay in the back of the car, my dress ripped open, several of the buttons having been torn off by Iain in his sexual frenzy, the material pulled aside to leave me nakedly exposed, my tits, like much of the rest of me, were covered in cum. After a while I struggled upright, gathered what was left of dress to cover myself and went into the cottage. Neither of the men were about so I went straight to the bathroom, stripped off my ruined dress and then showered for a good half hour. Exhausted, I fell into bed, my last thought being as I fell into deep sleep was that I had earned my money that day!
I awoke in the morning to another hot sunny day. I moved to get up and groaned as a sharp pain passed through my lower back. Sex trade injury, I thought and smiled when I wondered if I could claim compensation from my boss. Having showered and dressed in pale blue shorts and a white T shirt, I looked at the bedside clock that told me that it was 10.35 am. Downstairs all was quiet. A hand written note left leaning against a tea pot read: ‘GONE FISHING. SEE YOU THIS AFTERNOON. HAVE A GOOD REST. YOU DESERVE IT!!! XXXX.
To be continued. I get my first experience of double penetration and some!!
PART 1
As those of you that have been following my blogs are aware, I paid my way through university on my back (and other positions!) as an e***** working on a part time basis for an agency based in London, England. The pay was good, in fact on occasions exceptionally so, and I got to choose the punters that I serviced so I kept clear of the weirdos and uglies. By and large I picked a half dozen clients a month, the income from which kept the wolves and bailiffs from the door and left me enough to run a car and have a good time. Work came into the agency owner who would then call me and offer me the date and agree the fee. If I chose to accept, further details, such as the venue, the clients preferred services and so on were provided and I would be booked in for the job. It was all very professional and, by and large, straight forward. The agency collected the fee from the punter in advance and subsequently paid me after the session, in cash, having taken their percentage cut.
Being an e***** was different from being a regular type of hooker. The rules required that I e*****ed a client to a restaurant or stage show or whatever and to make their evening pleasant and enjoyable, something akin to a regular date. Technically and legally for the time (back in the 1970’s) sex was off the menu because in law that would be deemed to be prostitution and therefore i*****l. Of course, if you fancied shagging your date in a private location that was up to you and technically had nothing to do with the agency. So, putting all that bullshit to one side, the idea was that I accompanied a guy (sometimes a woman or a couple) to wherever he wanted to go (within reason) with the fullest of intensions that he would fuck me every which way, having paid the agency for the privilege!
It was a great system, and I had a great time with lots of interesting experiences, which brings me to my first threesome, my first anal sex encounter and a double cock penetration session. For those that are not familiar with my history back then, in those days, to all intents and purposes, I was gay, a lesbian living with a lesbian lover. It was a secret, as by and large it needed to be in those days, but in my day-to-day existence I was living with an older woman (I was nineteen she was twenty seven) ostensibly (to my family and friends) as flat mates but in reality as lovers. It was not a monogamous relationship as she was a fashion buyer at the top end of the market and had many lovers that she expected me to share with her and as a result, many a wild party we had! Being in bed with multiple lovers was not new to me but up to this ‘date’ they had all been women. So, a threesome that involved me and two guys was a new experience.
Don’t misunderstand, I liked cock and had had my fair share (some would say more than!) of male lovers but I found at that tender age that in my private life I just preferred the company of women and having sex with women. Taking cock was a paying job, being fucked and fucking a woman was a delight and a pleasure. Anyway, the call came in from the agency during a really hot August week. The offer was to meet up with a couple of business type guys who were on a boys away fishing holiday in Dorset and they, having used the agency in the past, wanted some fun and games with a lady over the following weekend. It was an all-expenses paid away job that would last from Friday through to Monday, home by Monday evening. The money was excellent as was the idea of a long weekend in the country, so I jumped at it.
The set up and sex menu was pretty straight forward, involving sex on tap, e.g. the guys could fuck me at any time and at any place of their choosing, straight sex in various positions, blow jobs (swallowing was compulsory) three in a bed romps, face and body cum jobs and it all had to be bare back, no rubbers. Extra large wads of notes for no rubbers, plus they had to attend a STD clinic immediately before I arrived, with no sex with others a rule. Of course, there was never any guarantee, but I was lucky and managed to avoid any problems in my time as an e*****. There was another bit of advice that the agency imparted, the two of them were bi sexual and were away not just to fish but to fuck each other silly. I looked forward to the trip!!
I left London at just after midday and followed the directions I had been given to Dorchester, in Dorset, passing through the town and onward out into the country for a short stint before turning right into a narrow hedge lined country lane, past a pub on my right and, after a hundred or so yards, I saw the low thatched white painted cottage on my left that was described on the directions that I had been provided with by the agency. I eased through a narrow opening between high holly hedges and into a bell shaped gravel topped parking area and pulled up alongside a brand new very expensive seven series BMW. Always a good sign when a client has an expensive car! I got out of my very cheap and very small mini cooper, stretched and then headed for the front door that was set beneath a thatched roof canopy that looked to be in need of a haircut.
The door opened and a tall slim, broad chested, good looking guy in his mid thirties, wearing a white tee shirt and red shorts, filled the entrance, looked me over and smiled broadly.
‘Hi’ he said, ‘You’re not a disappointment, I must say’.
I laughed lightly and said, ‘I’m glad you like what you see. I’m Paula, your date for the weekend’.
‘Well’, he said with a wide grin, ‘I’m glad about that as I’d be disappointed if you were the cleaning lady!
‘I’m Terry, come in and meet my mate Iain’.
I followed him along a narrow dark corridor and then left into a large sunlit room that stretched the full depth of the house. Iain was outside sitting in a deck chair on a patio that faced onto a beautiful large garden with flower borders, fruit trees and a lawn. I stepped outside into the hot sunshine as Iain stood up and smiled at me.
‘ Hi, I’m Iain’. He said offering his right hand. We shook hands and I introduced myself.
‘I just said to Paula that she is no disappointment’. Laughed Terry, ‘What do you think mate?’
‘You’re all charm you are!’ Iain said lightly smiling at me. ‘Let’s get you a drink. We’re on Pimm’s but we’ve pretty much everything else’.
‘G&T with ice and a slice if you have that’. I requested.
‘I’ll do the honours’ stated Terry and he turned back into the house.
‘How was your journey?’ asked Iain.
‘Great’ I answered, ‘Usual traffic in London, but once outside I sailed along’. We chatted along those lines until Terry appeared with my drink and some small sandwiches on a plate that he put on a low patio table. ‘Sit, eat and drink, sweety’. He said indicating a cane chair next to where Iain had been sitting.
I sat down and crossed my legs and smile inwardly as their eyes passed over them as I settled myself into the chair. I have good legs, a nice shape that was very evident as I settled myself in the chair and straightened out the light summer mini skirt that I was wearing that was short enough that it allowed them full view of much of my upper legs and a flash of thigh. I’m 5ft 9inches tall in bare feet, slim but with nice hips and pert well shaped breasts, that at that moment were outlined beneath my thin cotton, lace edged pale green blouse. I wasn’t wearing a bra, something that was evident as my nipples were clearly defined behind the material.
In those days my hair, that is naturally dark, almost black, was shoulder length with a sharp cut fringe just above my eyes. It was clear to me from their expressions that they both liked what they saw.
‘So,’ I said, You’re on a fishing holiday. A boy’s getaway for what, a week?’ Terry shook his head.
‘No, ten days, this is out first week. We go back next weekend’.
‘Great!’ I said, ‘It’s lovely around here.’
‘Yes it is’ he responded. ‘Have you been to Dorset before?’
‘No’, I replied, ‘It’s my first time. But from what I’ve seen it’s lovely, so I think I will visit again in the future’.
We chatted generally into the early evening and had several more drinks until it was evident that we were all a bit *****. The conversation had become somewhat risqué with jokes and asides of a sexual nature and then Iain relayed a storey about their holiday during the previous year that involved one of the agency hostesses when they were in Scotland.
‘A large breasted lassie’, he said with enthusiasm and a movement of both hands in front of his chest indicating that she was well endowed. ‘But what she was really good at was giving blow jobs!’ Isn’t that right Terry?’
‘Fuck yes!’ responded Terry, ‘She sucked both of us off within an hour of first arriving and then wanked herself to orgasm as a show for the pair of use while we recovered before fucking her silly. All before we’d had dinner!’
They both laughed uproariously as I looked on. I’d got the message loud and clear! Slowly I stood up and moved in front of Iain the front of my legs pressed against his knees. The pair of them became silent, their eyes fixed expectantly on my face. Slowly I unbuckled the belt around my waist and let it fall to the ground. Then I unclipped the top of my skirt and pulled down the side zip. With a shake of my hips, I loosened it and let it fall to the floor. My panties were little more than a jet black coloured ‘g’ string that was all but lost in my thick black bush of pubic hair. They both grinned broadly, and Iain let out an appreciative ‘mmmm’ sound.
I stood for a moment to let them feast their eyes and then I slowly unbuttoned my blouse allowing it to fall open to reveal most of each breast. I then slipped it off and let it join my skirt on the floor, and stood naked, apart from the ‘g’ string, in front them. Terry picked up his drink and took a deep swallow, never taking his eyes off me. I turned toward him and said softly,
‘Would you care to help remove my panties?’
Without saying anything he moved forward hooked a finger into each side of the string about my hips and slowly pulled downward lowering the panties to my feet. I stepped out of them and stood before him with my legs slightly apart. He looked up at me and I moved forward so that my crotch was just an inch or so in front his face.
‘Taste her’. Iain whispered. ‘Put your tongue in her and lap her up’.
Terry seemed to hesitate, so I opened legs wider and thrust my hips forward inviting him in. He didn’t need asking twice and grasped my hips, pulled my crotch forward and buried his face and mouth in my bush. I could feel his mouth and tongue searching out my cunt and then his tongue slipped between the wet lips of my pussy, and he started to seek out my clit travelling up to the top of my vagina and pressing and sucking at just the right spot. I shuddered as a spasm of pleasure ran through me just as Iain rose from his chair and unzipping himself took out his cock and moved close behind me before pressing his stiff hard cock between my buttocks.
‘I’m going to fuck you, as my friend sucks you off’’, he murmured, his face tight to my ear. I made a soft purring noise and pressed my buttocks back toward him and then gasped as Terry plunged his tongue deep inside me, pressing his face so hard up between my legs he lifted me up on to my toes.
I felt Iain’s hand move down and take hold of his cock and then he was guiding it up and between my legs.
‘Open her up for me mate’, he gasped, ‘I’m going give it to her and you’.
Terry did as he was told and prised my cunt lips apart. I gasped at the roughness and then I felt his hand guide Iain’s cock into me, at the same time keeping his face close to the action. I realised that he was licking and sucking at me and iains cock as it penetrated me deeper with each thrust. His cock was long and thick, and it stretched me to the point of making me cry out as he made a violent hump upward and entered fully inside me whilst at the same time bending me forward over Terry so that I had to use my hands for support on his back. He then commenced to hump me, steadily at first and then faster and faster his cock seemingly growing in thickness as he pumped it into me.
I was moving with him, and I could feel myself starting to respond, that familiar feeling deep down at the back of my womb when my orgasm starts, and I moved hard against him gasping for breath as I felt my sex juices flowing and a deep tingling sensation that made me sexually excited and wanting more. He responded by hammering his hips into my buttocks with loud slapping noises. Terry’s mouth was on us both sucking cock and cunt and encouraging Iain onward and to fuck me harder.
‘Make the bitch cum!’ he shouted before plunging his tongue hard up into the sides of my cunt lips in an attempt to fit it between Iain’s cock and the inside of my cunt. And then, suddenly Iain stiffened and groaned, I felt his cock pulsate and he came, his cum a great surge of heat and wetness ejaculating inside of me and I gasped and cried out as my body was wracked with an almighty orgasm.
‘Fuck it!!’ I cried, ‘Fuck it, make me cum!
Pushing hard against his crotch I used my cunt to clamp it in place as I writhed and twisted on it. Suddenly, he thrust upward hard, harder than he had done before and caught me off balance causing me to topple forward over Terry’s back and sideways ending up with me sprawling on the floor. I immediately rolled on to my back intending to sit up but suddenly Terry was on top of me forcing my legs apart and directing his rigid cock into my soaking wet cunt that was oozing Iain’s cum. He drove it up and deep and commenced to fuck me vigorously. I fell back with his full weight on me, his face close to mine breathing heavily, his eyes wide and wild with lust. His hips were moving hard and fast and his cock, that felt enormous, plunged in and out of me to the sound of wet slurping noises as he pummelled my pussy with Iain’s cum still in me, his cock forcing it out of my cunt to spread across my lower torso and inner thighs. And then, as Iain had done he suddenly stiffened, his cock throbbed, and he came, another great spurt of hot wet liquid that surged into the depths of me making me call out. I pulled him hard against me and wrapped my legs around him to hold him in place for as long as possible, as once again I was wracked by an orgasm that had me quivering and shaking with pleasure.
We three lay together on the floor exhausted and spent, I on my back feeling their mixed cum seeping out of my pussy, over its lips and down my inner thighs. I couldn’t move for exhaustion caused by my lust and the effect of two orgasms one after the other, something that had caught me by surprise as I hadn’t expected to respond in such a way, but it had been so deep and penetrating that I hadn’t wanted them to stop. If this is what it’s going to be like the whole weekend I thought, I’m in for exhausting time! And upon that thought I drifted off to sleep.
I awoke to someone gently shaking my shoulder.
‘Paula, wake up?’
I opened my eyes and for a moment I didn’t know where I was, and then I saw Terry’s face and it all came back to me.
‘What time is it? I asked.
‘Just after 7.30 pm’ Terry replied. ‘If we are going to get some dinner at the pub, we need to get a move on. Do you need some help?’ he enquired, his voice sounding concerned.
One of the men had covered me with a blanket that fell away as I raised myself to a sitting position. I was stark naked with my pubic bush covered in sticky drying cum that extended down between my legs. There was also an area of wetter cum all over my breasts and stomach.
‘Christ! I need a shower’, I said more to myself than to Terry. ‘And I’m starving’.
Terry got hold of my hands and helped me to my feet.
‘I bet you are!’ he laughed, ‘After all that exercise! The bathrooms upstairs and has a shower. If you want a decent meal, the pub stops serving at 9.00pm, so hurry’.
We ate at the pub and spent a pleasant evening just chatting and joking before returning to the cottage. We went straight to our rooms and I to my bed for a deep undisturbed nights sleep.
I awoke to the sun streaming into my room and the sound of birds singing in the garden. I stretched luxuriantly and felt some twinges in my lower back and thighs that gave me pause to recall my exertions during the day before. The time by my watch was 10.25 am I had slept late. I padded to the bathroom that was opposite my room and peed long and hard. Too much booze!! The cottage was silent and still and had the feeling that there was no one else at home. I left the bathroom and went along the landing noticing that the guy’s bedroom door was open and that the room was unoccupied.
Downstairs I discovered a hand written note on the kitchen table informing me that the guys had gone fishing and that they wouldn’t be back until late that afternoon. They had left a door key and a note saying they hoped that I would have a nice day. A day all to myself! I was overjoyed! Having showered and dressed in tight white shorts and an equally tight red tee shirt that showed a fair bit of cleavage and failed in all respects to hide the fact that I was braless, I returned to the kitchen and made myself coffee and toast. Having eaten breakfast I drove into Dorchester, a town I had never been to before.
I found Dorchester to be a pretty little town and I parked just down from a bridge that passed over the River Frome. Looking over the bridge I saw crystal clear water flowing steadily from beneath the bridge with fish hovering mid depth in the current.
‘Trout’. A male voice announced next to me. ‘Brown trout to be exact’.
I turned and met the gaze of a middle aged man of medium height and slight build with thinning hair above a squarish pale skinned face. Not attractive was my first thought. My second was that he was about to make a pass at me as his eyes were firmly fixed on my tits.
‘Really?’ I responded, ‘Well, I guess my boyfriend will know all about that as he’s a fisherman’.
He nodded, gave me a lop-sided grin and moved on, leaving me feeling smug at having got rid of him so easily. In London it would have been a different matter, as advances were usually more aggressive and persistent, regardless of the form a brush off took.
I spent the rest of the day browsing the shops, stopping to have a light lunch at a small touristy café. I bought some sexy and flimsy underwear, a new, pretty yellow cotton pleated mini skirt and some casual coloured cotton tops before returning to my car and driving back to the cottage. The BMW was not parked in the drive so the guys were still away fishing. The sun was still shining down from a clear blue sky, so I made myself a cup of tea and took a novel that I was reading into the garden, settling myself on a sun lounger I stretched out. After a while my eyes became heavy, and I drifted off to sleep.
I didn’t hear him approach across the grass and so I started when he touched my arm. For a moment I imagined it was the guy from Dorchester but once I had focused on him, I realised it was Terry.
‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you’, he said crouching down beside me. ‘Have you had a good day?’
‘Yes, great thanks. I drove into Dorchester and had a look around, did a bit of clothes shopping. How was your day. Did you catch anything?’
‘A couple each, but nothing of any size. It was too hot and bright, and the water level was low, but nonetheless we had a nice day out’.
I smiled sympathetically and offered that I knew where there were some large trout and I told him about the bridge over the river in Dorchester.
‘Yeah’, he said, ‘Everyone knows about those fish, they are almost town pets. They hang around there waiting for people to feed bread to the ducks and sneak in and steal it’. He laughed and added, ‘Anyway we don’t have a permit to fish that part of the river’.
He stayed crouching beside me and after a few moments he lent toward me and kissed me full on the mouth, holding the kiss for a while. I kissed him back and slipped my tongue between his lips and into his mouth.
‘Mmmm’, he murmured moving away slightly and breaking the kiss. ‘That was nice’.
‘Thank you, kind sir’, I responded jokingly adding pointedly, ‘Is there anything else I can do for you?’
‘It’s still hot, why don’t we strip off and soak up some rays, naked?’ he suggested. ‘No one can see us at the back here’.
‘OK’ I said, ‘Why not’.
Swinging my legs off the sun lounger I stood up and went to undress but Terry stopped me.
‘Let me’, he said.
I stood still as he divested me of my top and then bent and removed my shorts caressing my legs as he slipped them down to my feet.
‘You have lovely legs’, he said as I stepped out of the shorts.
I was wearing flimsy high leg panties with a see-through lace front panel that restrained most of my thick pubic hair although strands escaped out of the gusset on both sides. He paused to take in the view running his hand over the flat of the panel and then he gently gripped and then squeezed my mound.
‘I just love your thick pubic bush’, he said, giving it another gentle stroke with the palm of his hand before gently pulling my panties down.
I stepped out of them and stood naked in front of him. Leaning toward me he pushed his face into my bush and then pressed his lips against my pubic mound, an action that sent a small electric shiver up my spine.
‘Do you want to fuck me?’ I asked.
He looked up at me and smiled before placing his right hand between my legs and then gently fondled and stroked my pussy lips after a while allowing his finger to slip just inside my vagina and over my clitoris then moving it downward parting my pussy lips until finally he slid inside me where he hooked his finger up to grip me behind the pubic bone. I gasped and felt my knees give way momentarily before I recovered myself, feeling a sudden release of cum juice trickle down my left inner thigh. Withdrawing his finger, he raised it to my lips and traced their outline before gently inserting it into my mouth. I sucked on it tasting my own bitter saltiness.
‘You taste good, eh? He asked.
I nodded as he withdrew his finger from my mouth. Leaning forward he gave me a quick kiss in the middle of my bush and then stood upright.
‘Let’s relax and sunbathe’, he said unzipping his trousers and stepping out of them.
I stood for moment feeling disappointed that he wasn’t going to finish what he’d started, especially as his cock was erect and ready for action, but I let it pass and lay down on the sun lounger. Terry drew up another lounger next to mine and stretched out on it. As we lay there it occurred to me that I hadn’t enquired about Iain.
‘Is Iain in the house?’ I asked.
‘No’. Terry answered, ‘He’s visiting a cousin who lives in Tolpuddle village. I dropped him off there on our way back. I’m to pick him up later. The plan is that you’ll come with me and then we’ll go find a place for dinner’.
We lay dozing in the sun for an hour or so and then I heard Terry stir and sit up. I opened my eyes and saw that he was sitting facing me. I then saw that his cock was standing up hard and rigid. He smiled at me and beckoned me over to him. I swung my legs over the side of the lounger but before I could stand up he reached out and pulled me across the space between us so that I ended up kneeling in front of him. He then gently placed his hands on my head and direct my face toward his cock. I grasped his shaft with both hands, opened my mouth and took it between my lips, immediately tasting the sharp saltiness of his precum on my tongue. I ran my tongue around his knob and then up and down the shaft before talking the length of him into my mouth and sucking it down my throat.
I heard him moan and got to work sucking and licking him, running his cock around the inside of my mouth before deep throating him. I was increasing the pace and had him thrusting his cock back and forth whilst I controlled his penetration with a hand wrapped around the shaft. To heighten his pleasure, I dipped my index finger into my soaking cunt and reached up between his legs to his buttocks and then, finding his anus, I inserted it and thrust it upward twisting my finger as it went. He groaned out loud and rotated his hips as I worked on him simultaneously with my finger in his anus and his cock in mouth, Suddenly, he stepped back from me and gripping me by the shoulders he raised me up. I looked at him in surprise and he told me to kneel on all fours on the grass. I did what I was told, and he took up a position behind me, pushing my legs apart with his feet he knelt between them. Parting my buttocks, he raised himself up and straddling me pressed his cock into my cunt and started to hump me. His cock slipped deep inside, and he pumped me half a dozen or so times and then suddenly withdrew. Then, to my surprise I felt the tip of his shaft press against my anus.
‘I’m going to arse fuck you’, he stated throatily, using his hands to spread my buttocks.
Now, I had been butt fucked by my lady lovers on occasion with butt plugs and strap on dildos as well as hand held ones, but I had never had a man’s cock fuck up my arse. In fact, I didn’t consider anal sex to be part of my professional repertoire. But, as it happens, I’m blessed with a rather elastic ass hole, although even so I was unsure if I could take him.
‘I don’t usually do anal’. I said, ‘But you can do me that way if you want, only take it steady and be gentle, ease it in. And stop if I say it’s hurting’.
He simply grunted and pressed the head of his cock against my hole, and I felt it stretch as it did when penetrated by a dildo. I pushed back slightly which was a mistake because he read the move as me wanting him to penetrate me fully and I felt him thrust forward hard. His cock stretched me, and I gasped and cried out as he pressed home and half the length of his cock entered me. Then he thrust again and the full length of his cock drilled into me. The resulting feeling was a mixture of pain and panic along with a burning sensation. My arms gave out and I slumped face forward onto the grass with my rump in the air, and I felt him adjust his stance and then he started to bugger me solidly and rhythmically whilst gripping my waist and holding me in place. I started to whimper and then there was a rush of heat through my rear end and the pain subsided and all I could feel was the rasping movement of his cock inside me. I had come lots of times when being buggered by a dildo and now, I realised that I was on the verge of orgasm as my ass was pummelled by a man’s cock.
The experience wasn’t at all like having my cunt fucked, this was an altogether different feeling. It hurt, it felt as if I was being torn asunder and there was heat, but my arsehole was wet and slippery and each thrust made me want more. The combination was erotic, and I wanted him to bugger me silly!!
He was gasping now, his legs shaking and then, suddenly, he let go and ejaculated, his cum spurting deep inside me, filling me with a wet warmth that I had never experienced before. I think I may have screamed, certainly I came loud and long as he kept up the rhythmic pumping of his ejaculating cock deep into my anus.
Finished, he collapsed, spent on top of me and we lay together panting and breathing hard.
‘Fuck!’ he gasped, ‘That was one hell of a shag. Your arse is as tight as a drum!
I didn’t respond, I just lay still my insides burning and hurting all at the same time and yet I had orgasmed, I had in fact cum hard and long!. I wondered if he had damaged me in someway and so I just lay still, feeling his cum trickle out of me and onto the grass. Eventually, he got up and put out his hand to help me to get up.
‘For a beginner you are one good arse fuck’. He said through a smile as he helped me to my feet.
‘Christ. I thought you were going to split me in two!’ I groaned. ‘I asked you to go slow, not ram it in. It bloody well hurt!’
He put his arms around me and pulled me to him.
‘I’m really sorry Paula. When you pressed back against me, I thought you wanted it inside you. I thought you had enjoyed it as you seemed to cum when I shot my load’.
I could see that he was genuinely concerned, and I was touched that he was. I stroked his face and said that it was OK, that I was OK and in fact I had indeed orgasmed, and that I enjoyed the feeling of his cum shooting into the depths of me.
Releasing me slightly from his embrace, he bent down and kissed me on the lips and then hugged me.
‘Let’s shower and get ready to go and pick Iain up’.
I used the shower first, checking myself to see if there was any damage as I was sore in that area, but I found nothing. I then went to my room and got ready for the evening out. Eventually, having dressed I went down stairs and into the living room wearing a dark green off the shoulder buttoned fronted dress that finished four inches above my knees. Footwear consisted of matching green, high heeled shoes and of course, no bra or stockings.
Terry whistled his approval as I entered the room and then asked if I was alright. I said that I was, but that a cold G&T would not go amiss if we had time. He made us both a drink and we took them out onto the patio to drink.
‘Tell me if you don’t mind’. he asked. ‘How come someone as attractive and intelligent as you is in your line of work?’
I smiled at him and took a sip of my drink. ‘My line of work as you put it, is just part time to fund me through uni’. It pays better than any other type of part time work, has flexible hours to suit myself, and in any event, I enjoy fucking, so I might as well get paid for doing it’.
Terry laughed and said, ‘Except for being fucked in the arse!’
I grinned at him, ‘Well, I might get used that. It was uncomfortable to start with, but I have to say I enjoyed the end result’.
Terry kissed me lightly on the lips. ‘I have something for you’. He said and walked over to a cabinet on the far side of the room pulled open a drawer and withdrew a white envelope. Handing it to me he said, ‘It’s something just for you from me’.
I opened the envelope and looked inside and gasped when I saw a thick wadge of bank notes.
‘How much is in here! I exclaimed.
‘Count it later, I’m sure you’ll be pleased. But as I said, it’s all for you, no giving a cut to the agency’.
I looked at the money and then at Terry. ‘Why are you giving me this?’ I asked.
‘Because I took a liberty with you, buggering you like that. I’m bisexual and I’ve buggered enough guys, and women for that matter, to know when someone is inexperienced and should be treated carefully first time around. My lust got the better of me, and I’m sorry for that’.
I put my arms around his neck and pressed myself hard against him before kissing him long and hard full on the mouth.
‘Thank you’, I said stepping back, ‘You are very generous, this looks to be a lot of cash’.
Terry shrugged and flashed a smile at me, ‘Not to me baby, I’m loaded, so let’s not speak of it again; in particular not in front of Iain’.
We drove over to Tolpuddle village and found the house where Iain was visiting his cousin. He was standing at the entrance to the driveway of the house and as soon as we pulled over he opened the rear door and jumped into the car. We both turned and looked at him. He looked angry and Terry asked if he was alright.
‘Just fucking family matters’, he scowled, ‘They all get on my tits, the lot of ‘em. Let’s get away from here’.
We drove toward Dorchester in silence for a while and then Iain said that he was sorry and lightened the mood by promising to treat us to a bottle of champagne with dinner. At this point reader I’ll give you a tip; anyone who might want to fuck me, I’m a dead cert after a few glasses of good champagne, and believe me, I recall many a night when I’ve found myself flat on my back being humped silly by a guy or a lady who has plied me with several glasses of bubbly!
The restaurant that we ended up in was a few miles outside of Dorchester, a really smart place set in an old manor house with soft yellow stone walls, oak beams and a thatched roof. I had a quick look at the menu set in a glass fronted box by the entrance door and was immediately glad that I wasn’t the one paying for the meal!
The restaurant was half empty, so we had no trouble getting a table. The table was located in one corner of the room with a plush leather ‘L’ shaped bench type seat that enabled seating on one side and one end of the table. The seating arrangement meant that I was sat between Iain and Terry. Iain looked me over and commented on my outfit. ‘Very sexy getup if I may so’. He commented with a leer. ‘If that neckline plunged any lower, we could see your pubes!’
He was right. Terry had requested that I wear something that would show off my figure and exposed plenty of leg and cleavage. I had with me a lightweight cotton summer dress that fitted the bill perfectly, and without a bra and with the flimsiest of panties the dress clung to me just enough to be sensual but not tarty.
‘I love the way she looks’, Terry said, leaning back and placing his arm behind me on the back of the seat.
‘She’s elegant and raunchy all at the same time’.
Iain laughed and lowering his voice lent in and said, ‘And very fuckable!’
Below he table I felt his left hand settle on my upper thigh and he gave it a gentle squeeze while at the same time leaning toward me until his face was just a few inches from mine.
‘Saturday night is action night’. He whispered, moving his hand across my thigh and between my legs and then up to my crotch. I jumped slightly as he squeezed it and held tight. I glanced to my left at the nearest table that was occupied by a middle aged man and woman who, fortunately. were deep in conversation and hadn’t noticed anything. I glanced at Terry who had lent forward to block the view of what was going on from the rest of the restaurant.
‘Pack it in, you randy bastard!’ He hissed under his breath, ‘You want us thrown out of here!’.
Iain grinned at Terry and released me and lent back from the table.
‘Just having some fun with the whore that we’re renting for the weekend, that’s all’. He said quietly under his breath. ‘That is what she’s here for isn’t it? Like, we are paying a small fortune for the company of this tart, including paying for her meals and booze’.
I stiffened at his words. Clearly, he was still angry at what ever had happened at his cousins and he was taking it out on me and Terry. Me in particular. Terry, lent across the table and speaking quietly placed a hand on Iain’s right forearm.
‘Hey, take it easy man. It’s not Paula’s fault or mine that you had a bad day. There’s no need to take it out on us or to be rude and unpleasant to her’. So, saying Terry kept his hand on Iain’s arm and fixed his eyes straight at his face.
Iain shifted uncomfortably and was about top speak when our waitress walked up to the table carrying menus and a pad. Having handed out the menus she took our order for drinks and left us to it. I took the opportunity to stand up and announced in a light tone of voice that I needed to visit the lady’s room. Terry stood up and moved to allow me to pass. I went straight to the rest room at the rear of the restaurant noticing as I passed through that I received a few admiring glances from some of the male clientele.
Upon my return to the table the guys were deep in conversation, and I was relieved to hear Iain laugh as I approached. I also noticed that a silver ice bucket with a bottle of Moet and Chandan champagne in it had been placed in the middle of the table along with cut glass champagne flutes, one for each of us. I smiled sweetly at both of them as Terry stood to allow me through.
Iain smiled at me as I sat down. ‘Sorry babe’, he said, ‘What can I say, I’m an arsehole when I get in a lather about something. I’m sorry’, adding; ‘We friends again?’ giving me an impish smile.
I smiled back at him and put my hand over his. ‘Of course.’ I said softly.
Terry reached across and pulled out the bottle of champagne.
‘Well, the ‘arsehole’, as he terms himself came through with a bottle of the good stuff, so let’s indulge ourselves!’
Tension gone we all laughed and toasted ourselves as friends with full glasses.
The rest of the evening went exceptionally well. The food was excellent, and we manged another bottle of champagne, curtesy of Terry. As I knew it would do the bubbles went to my head and to every other part of me, in particular my libido. Terry drove the car with me in the back with Iain who had jumped in next to me as soon as we got into the car. By the time we had left the restaurant car park he had one hand up my dress whilst the other worked on getting my tits out. I giggled (something else that champagne brings on!) as he pulled my panties off and then having dropped to his knees on the car floor, he spread my legs apart as far as they would go and then leaning forward pushed his face into my bush. Using both hands he separated my cunt lips and I felt his mouth working over them before inserted the tip of his tongue and starting in on my clit. I gasped with pleasures. He worked away at me feverishly, sucking and tonguing me before using his fingers to explore deep inside my cunt, masturbating me hard until I was writhing with pleasure.
I caught sight of Terry glancing at us in the rear view mirror but all he could make out was my face with my lips parted and my tongue working over them as Iain pleasured me exquisitely. Putting his hands under my buttocks Iain lifted me up to an angle where he could fully tongue fuck me, forcing his tongue as deep inside vagina as he could reach and then working it back and forth like he would his cock whilst all the time slurping and sucking my cum juices.
I hadn’t noticed that the car had stopped until the chill night air touched my naked tits and shoulders and I realised that Terry had opened the rear door. He was leaning in toward me and I expected him to join in the fun, but instead he whispered something urgently in Iain’s ear who immediately left off from between my legs and stepped outside the car. Again, I thought that Terry would join in but instead Iain lent back inside the car and gripping me around the waist pulled me round so that I ended up on my back lengthways along the seat facing him. Pushing my legs apart he dived back in and recommenced sucking and tonguing me. I lent back and thrust my hips toward him to allow him do whatever he wanted, all the time gasping and crying out as he worked his tongue and mouth over my open, soaking wet cunt.
The sex went on and on and then I heard Iain grunting and gasping and saying something like ‘deeper man, faster!’, and I opened my eyes and looked at him and then beyond him and, in the doorway, leaning over him, his eyes screwed tight shut and his mouth agape, I saw Terry his body motion clearly indicating that he was shafting him hard and fast in the arse. Iain plunged his face between my legs again as I watched Terry humping his arsehole for all he was worth. I found the whole scene unbelievably erotic and a massive turn on that resulted in a sudden burst of passion. I orgasmed, involuntarily twisting my hips and pressing my mound into Iain’s face causing a spate of shuddering that sheared all the way through me as my hands grasped at and crushed each of my tits and my fingers raked my nipples. I heard Terry gasp and groan at the same moment as I came, and Iain let out a long throaty sound from deep between my legs indicating as he was filled with Terry’s cum.
For a long moment we were all still, collapsed on top of one another, each allowing the full orgasmic pleasure soar through us. After a while, still breathing heavily, Terry withdrew his cock from Iain and stood back. A moment later Iain raised his face from between my legs, moved backward and straightened up outside of the car. I remained on my back on the seat panting heavily, still massaging my breasts as the I slowly came down from the intensity of the sex act that Iain had carried out on me. I slowly stretched my legs out straight to ease my cramped back and leg muscles, feeling as I did so my wetness trickle down between my thighs. I recall being suffused with the most delicious tingling sensation through the whole of my lower torso that culminated in a series of tiny, short lived, delicious feeling convulsions emanating from deep within my womb.
I lay prostrate for several minutes luxuriating in the feeling until the car rocked slightly and Iain climbed in back alongside me. I looked at him and gave him a lazy smile and was about to say how much I had enjoyed his ministrations when he spoke:
‘I haven’t cum yet’, he stated bluntly, looking straight into my eyes.
I looked back at him not quiet comprehending what he was saying. Then it registered and I said in a champagne induced slurred voice, ‘Ah, I see. You want to cum in me?’.
‘No’, he replied shortly, ‘I want to cum over you, over your face and in your mouth’.
Before I could respond he moved quickly and positioned himself so that his groin was directly in front of my face. His cock was already out, and he grabbed it and started to energetically wank himself off directly against my right cheek. Taken by surprise I raised myself up and jerked backward but the seat back stopped me from moving away from his cock that was just a few inches from face.
‘Suck it!’ he demanded, pushing it against my mouth.
Although somewhat taken by surprise I was there to do their bidding. I whored for money, and on demand, it was why I was there. Those thoughts flashed my mind so I parted my lips and he thrust his member into my mouth and down my throat. I gagged at the action and jerked my head back and away from him.
‘Suck it!’ he again demanded.
‘Iain!’ I shouted at him, ‘Back up. I’ll blow you but give me space. Calm down!’
For a moment he hesitated but then did as I demanded and withdrew to allow me to collect myself. I settled myself more upright and when composed I lent forward, grasped his cock in my right hand and took it into my mouth and commenced to suck and lick him. He responded immediately, thrusting his cock gently back and forth as I took him deep and shallow, sucking and licking him as he panted and groaned above me. Then he withdrew his cock and told me to lay flat. I did as I was told and he aimed his cock just a few inches above my face and commenced to wank, faster and faster his hand movement went and then he gasped.
‘Open your mouth!’ he demanded.
I did as I was told just in time to receive a long stream of cum as he ejaculated, his cum shooting into my mouth and down my throat and then, having pulled back, he shot his cum over my face. He finished by pushing his cock back into my mouth continuing to ejaculate until he was spent. Crushed into the back of the seat I was forced to swallow as I gasped for air. My face, throat and chest were covered in cum and I was coughing and spluttering spraying myself and the car seat with Iain’s spunk. Ian was still leaning over me and taking hold of his dripping cock with one hand he casually wiped it over my tits and nipples and then downward over my stomach tracing a long, wet line to just above my pubic mound that he then used to clean off the tip of it. Having finished wiping his cock on me he left the car without saying a word and walked toward the cottage.
I lay in the back of the car, my dress ripped open, several of the buttons having been torn off by Iain in his sexual frenzy, the material pulled aside to leave me nakedly exposed, my tits, like much of the rest of me, were covered in cum. After a while I struggled upright, gathered what was left of dress to cover myself and went into the cottage. Neither of the men were about so I went straight to the bathroom, stripped off my ruined dress and then showered for a good half hour. Exhausted, I fell into bed, my last thought being as I fell into deep sleep was that I had earned my money that day!
I awoke in the morning to another hot sunny day. I moved to get up and groaned as a sharp pain passed through my lower back. Sex trade injury, I thought and smiled when I wondered if I could claim compensation from my boss. Having showered and dressed in pale blue shorts and a white T shirt, I looked at the bedside clock that told me that it was 10.35 am. Downstairs all was quiet. A hand written note left leaning against a tea pot read: ‘GONE FISHING. SEE YOU THIS AFTERNOON. HAVE A GOOD REST. YOU DESERVE IT!!! XXXX.
To be continued. I get my first experience of double penetration and some!!
4年前
