Chapter 5...
Nine Months Past...
Dawdling in the hotel's hallway, I felt as nervous as I had the first time I'd been sent to meet a client. Glancing at my watch I saw more seconds I was being billed for tick past. Mustering my nerve, I tapped on the door. The woman who answered looked to be in her mid-twenties. Her beauty was astonishing. I shouldn't have been so surprised. Marla ran a small and exclusive service. She only managed beautiful girls.
"Vivian," she asked in a pleasant alto. When I nodded, she opened the door wider. "Come in. I'm Sandra."
As I entered, I couldn't help noticing the contrasts between myself and Sandra. I was wearing sandals and she had on three-inch platforms. I was still taller by at least three inches. Sandra's breasts were small, mine were large. Her permanent olive tan and dark, thick hair said Mediterranean heritage just as emphatically as my pale skin and blonde hair proclaimed my Scandinavian bloodline.
"Vivian? Would you like something to drink," Sandra asked as she closed the door. When I said I liked bourbon on the rocks, she began busying herself at the mini-bar while I stood in the center of the room, uncertain what to do. I couldn't help thinking that I was collecting quite an assortment of names: Olivia to my friends and family, Viv to my clients. I was Tisla to secretaries when I met clients at their office. And now I was Vivian to call girls I booked! It was getting crowded in my brain, but my life certainly wasn't dull!
Sandra handed me my drink and her soft hand on my arm led me to the couch. She sat in the middle so I'd have to sit close to her. Sandra twisted on the couch to face me and her hand seemed to naturally come to rest on my thigh just above my knee. Call Girl 101: Make physical contact with the client. Her moves were so practiced and smooth I wondered how long she'd been a working girl. Much longer than me, I assumed. Having to look up to meet my eyes didn't seem to faze her. Instead, she smiled a wolfish grin and took a long sip from her drink. "I was told you were pretty. I never hoped you'd be so beautiful." Call Girl 101: Make small talk and compliment your client to put her at ease. I felt like I should be taking notes.
I eyed the drink Sandra had put in my hand. These mini-bar drinks weren't cheap. Add in the cost of a suite instead of a room... Then how much Marla was charging me for Sandra. I never worried about the cost when I was working on Sandra's side of appointments. My clients might be so well off financially that they could afford me with what they considered pocket change, but I was wondering if I could afford this!
We sipped our drinks and made small talk. Before I knew it my glass was empty. Sandra walked over and came back with another without my asking. I think she'd made it a double. She didn't refill her glass. Sitting closer to me, Sandra's hand returned to rest higher on my thigh. Her other arm rested on top of mine on the back of the couch. I shivered when gentle fingers moved my hair away and began to massage the back of my neck.
"Your muscles are so tense," Sandra told me. "Just relax. You can leave anytime you want, though I hope you won't. I was told that you're curious what it's like to be with a woman," she said in a smooth, sultry alto to guide our conversation to why I was here. "When did you first become curious?"
I found my voice and finally contributed to what had been a mostly one-sided conversation. "Ahh, in high school. A sleepover. A bunch of us were at a friend's house and we were talking about boys and kissing. Then we were daring each other to kiss the girl next to her for five seconds..."
"And you kissed a girl and you liked it," Sandra said with a smile. Fingers pressed against the back of my neck. Without thinking, I responded to the light pull of Sandra's hand and leaned towards her. She leaned towards me and somewhere in the middle our lips touched.
Sandra's lips skimmed lightly over mine. They were firm yet soft as she deepened our first kiss. Her lips opened and I responded with open lips as Sandra moved closer to press more of her body to mine. I couldn't help the moan from the back of my throat when a tongue tip glided over my lips. Sandra took her time moving lips and tongue over mine. One hand on my neck gently guided my head, angling my mouth to each position she wanted while the other hand went to my waist to pull me to her.
More moments passed and my breath caught as her tongue pushed past my lips. Sandra didn't rush like a man. A guy always seems to want to get the kissing over too quickly. He wants to move past the kissing and get down to the 'good stuff'. Sandra knew that the good stuff was better after kissing primed the pump, so to speak.
Sandra pulled away until our lips were barely touching again. As her small hand moved from my waist to cup my breast, I felt her soft lips brush against mine as she asked quietly, "So do you? Do you like kissing a girl?"
"Oh, yes," I whispered back. I wasn't lying. In the month I've been a call girl I get plenty of sex, but kisses were few and far between. And none like this! I guess men thought that maybe I'd just sucked another man's cock before seeing them.
Maybe they thought I still had cum stuck in my teeth or something. Whatever... What I knew was this was the best kiss I'd had in months!
Our kiss went on and on while Sandra's hand played with my breasts. Squeezing and cupping made me moan. Pinching my hard nipples made me gasp... Fuck! I hadn't realized how much I'd missed this type of intimacy until something deep in my gut loosened and a liquid warmth began expanding south of my belly button.
Sandra showed no signs of wanting to hurry things along. Our kisses grew more fervent. Moist lips pressed hard while tongues took turns moving in one mouth or the other. My face felt heated. Sandra's hand and pinching fingers had my nipples aching. Unconsciously I was scissoring my legs, trying to find more stimulation for my clit. When my legs moved, I could tell I was drenched between my thighs.
Fingers left my breast and began to slowly unbutton my blouse. Pulling some of the fabric from the waist of my skirt gave her roving hand room to explore around my back. There was no fumbling as my bra was unhooked. The hand sliding across my bare skin made me shiver as it moved with purpose from my back and around my ribs to my chest.
'Ohh, fuucckk', I thought to myself as my bra cups were pushed up and over my breasts so a gentle hand could cup and fondled my bare skin. At least, I thought I'd whispered only in my mind. The slight smile I felt against my lips made me think I'd breathed my thoughts out loud.
Sandra was completely in control as I relaxed against the back of the couch. I was content to follow. Content to let her set the pace and direction to whatever might come. I was helpless to even stop the deep moans her kisses and the hand playing with my breasts continued to bring from deep within my gut.
A thumb played with my erect nipple as lips left a trail of soft kisses from my mouth to my neck. Lips and hot breath on my neck caused me to shiver and gasp as the hand on my breast caressed me with more force. Squeezing and tweaking my nipples harder... I moaned at the loss when her hand left my breast to take my hand in hers. Her hand guided mine to her small breast and for a time we fondled each other. This was the first breast, other than mine, I'd ever touched. Small, not really even a full handful for my long fingers. They were so very different from mine, but her nipples were large and as hard as mine.
Sandra let our mutual fondling and kissing continue for a little time before pulling away. Standing up, she took my hand and pulled me from the couch. My legs felt weak, my knees like rubber when she pulled me to follow her and whispered,
"Let's go to bed where we'll be more comfortable."
Standing next to the bed, Sandra kicked off her platforms and pulled me to her. Without the added inches from her heels, I felt like a giantess next to her. I could have rested my chin on the top of her head as arms went around me to open the zipper of my skirt. Blouse, skirt and bra fell to the floor at my feet until only the small triangle of my thong was left to cover me.
Sandra turned her back to me. Gathering her hair out of the way she looked over her shoulder in silent invitation and I worked the zipper of her dress down. She hadn't worn a bra. My hands had already told me that on the couch. Probably didn't need to, I thought as my hands skimmed the dress off her shoulders to let it join my clothes on the floor. I wasn't surprised to see she wasn't wearing any panties. I didn't bother with panties half the time I was meeting a client.
I was seven inches taller than Sandra, but she didn't seem intimidated by my height. She was in total control as both her hands began playing with my breasts again. Cupping, caressing... Pushing my tits up, squeezing them into hard cones, Sandra didn't need to lean down very much to find my nipples with her mouth. My legs began shaking as her mouth began sucking on one nipple then the other.
Shyly, I touched and ran my thumb over the hard nipple of her small breast as her rasping tongue and sucking mouth brought mine to excruciating hardness. My breathing was ragged as my stomach muscles clenched and released with every slow touch of fingers, tongue and mouth. I panted out a long exhalation of wordless sound as teeth closed on my hard nipple.
Oh, God... I hadn't felt so wet and in so much need for the release of an orgasm in weeks! It felt like everything below my belly button had turned to thick liquid. My pussy lips felt hot, my clit was throbbing and I knew the crotch of my panties was soaked from my juices when Sandra pushed my panties down until they fell to the floor.
I threw back my head and clenched my teeth as a slow, gentle fingertip slid past inside my outer lips to slide slowly through my slit. Circling my clit one moment, pushing inside me slightly the next. A second finger joined the first... Both going deeper... Both pulling my wetness from my hole to wet their path around my clit... Pushing deeper inside me... Withdrawing to circle and manipulate my clit... Sandra's fingers were never still as I tried to stand on shaking legs while Sandra finger-fucked me.
I felt certain my legs would no longer support me as fingers up to the knuckles began moving inside me. I felt myself moving as Sandra pushed until I was sitting on the edge of the bed. Fingers between my legs left as I was pushed onto my back and Sandra quickly knelt on the floor. My eyes closed when Sandra pushed my legs apart. Fingers played across my clit... Hot breath... A mouth pressed to my slit... A tongue running up-and-down my slit.
Fingers began fucking my pussy again while Sandra's mouth and tongue tip began to suck, circle and caress my clit.
Then, without warning, a suddenly hard tongue rasped against my clit. The whole length of Sandra's tongue pulled and pushed my clit in one direction then another. My head and shoulders came off the bed with a cry. My feet raised up as my knees bent while my thighs tried to clap together by instinct in defense of my most sensitive spot being suddenly and roughly used. My hands on Sandra's head tried to push her mouth from my pussy.
All my efforts were in vain. Sandra moved in response to my bucking hips and her mouth remained clamped to my slit. A third finger joined the two inside me. My pussy walls were stretched as I was fucked by a rapidly moving hand.
'Oh, fuck,' I grunted out from tight abdominal muscles that prevented me from drawing a full breath. My eyes clamped shut as deep, deep muscles clenched, forcing my pussy walls to grip the fingers inside me. I lost track of the time as fingers and mouth played between my legs. But soon...
"Oh, God! Ohgodohgodohgodohgod..." I began softly repeating over and over as my neck muscles clenched, forcing my head back. The wet, sucking sounds from my pussy sounded louder as Sandra sucked harder taking more of my flesh into her mouth where her tongue continued to lash my clit. Fingers moved faster inside me. Sandra's mouth sucked even harder between my pussy lips. The painfully sublime rubbing of her tongue on my clit never ceased. It all suddenly combined to drive me to my release as my body writhed in a huge orgasm.
My breathing failed. I had to force my muscles to respond in order to draw short, panting gasps of air. I felt lightheaded as I cried out and my thighs closed like a vise around Sandra's head. That didn't stop her from following my hips erratic, humping motions with her mouth and fingers. Didn't for even a moment lessen the rasping of tongue against my clit that was driving me to painful heights where I couldn't stay.
I wanted this to go on and on but after endless moments of pleasure, it became too much. Soon my hands were pushing against Sandra's forehead trying to push her mouth away from between my thighs. One hand left off to try and grip her wrist to pull fingers from a pussy cramping from muscles being used too much. All the while I was begging for her to, 'Stop! Oh, God stop,' in breathless pleas. The pleasure Sandra had driven me to was so great it was painful! After several strong, last licks, the tongue that had become painful on my pulsing, sensitive clit left off. Flesh was let go from being sucked into Sandra's mouth. Fingers slipped slowly out of me.
As sensation ceased, so too did my muscles cease working. My feet slipped from the edge of the bed back onto the floor. My head felt too heavy to support. I could only look up at the ceiling as still trembling muscles slowly relaxed.
I tried to breathe in something approaching normal as Sandra inched up my body. Sandra covered and rested on me as her mouth found mine again. I’ve never found the smell of my pussy pleasing. While in high school, I'd refuse to kiss a boyfriend right after he'd eaten my pussy. It was only in the last month as a call girl that I'd kiss a mouth just removed from between my thighs or suck on a cock that had just fucked me. I still didn't find it pleasing. It no longer disgusted me, I just didn't find it pleasing... Until now.
With Sandra... I accepted her kiss and tongue in my mouth without a thought. Her face was still wet with my pussy juice and my scent was strong on her skin. I didn’t just not care, I enjoyed it. Go figure... I playfully began to clean her cheeks like a mama cat licks a kitten clean.
Many kisses later, Sandra rolled me on top of her. Hands pressed on my shoulders as she whispered, "Your turn." In anticipation of tasting another's pussy for the first time, I began trailing kisses between her breasts to her mound. I was eager to lose all of my virginity...
An hour later both of us were exhausted. Our clits were too sensitive for even the lightest touch of a tongue tip. Our thighs and faces were painted with our sex. Wet spots created by spit and pussy juice dotted our bed's sheets. Face sitting, sixty-nine... Sandra had guided me through all of them. She'd just eaten my pussy and driven me to my second orgasm. My second orgasm hadn't been as intense as my first. For which I thanked God! I wasn't sure I could have survived another earth stopping orgasm.
In between my own orgasms, I'd touched, fingered, tasted, and eaten my first pussy. Though Sandra was smaller than me, her inner lips were larger and fleshier, darker than my small, pink inner lips. God, how I loved sucking those fleshy bits into my mouth to lightly bite and chew on while finger-fucking her hole. They were better than any candy! While fingering and sucking, I'd given Sandra two orgasms. I know women can fake orgasms, but she would have to be an Academy Award caliber actress to have faked those orgasms.
We were on our sides facing each other when Sandra smiled and lazily told me, "I was told to teach you but I've learned one thing today."
"You taught me many, many things," I responded smugly. "What did you learn?"
Sandra snuggled closer and rested the side of her face on my breast. "Tall girls are worth the climb," she told me and we laughed. She sat up with a sigh and ran the back of her fingers over my cheek. "Unfortunately, our time is up," she told me as she slid off the bed and stood.
I sighed, too, as she picked up her dress. "Sandra, I know our time is up but do you need to be anywhere?" Sandra probably thought I was asking for more time and replied she could stay longer.
I shook my head, "I'm not asking for more sex. I don't know about you but I'm starving! I was too nervous to eat much breakfast. Would you like to join me in the restaurant for something to eat?"
She laughed and admitted she was hungry, too. We were laughing together in the bathroom while washing the sex from our hands and faces. Except for the strong smell of our shared sex and cleaning between our legs, it was like we were two girlfriends sharing one mirror. I hadn't realized how much I missed just chatting with another girl. All my high school friends had either moved away or were busy with jobs or boyfriends. A few were busy with husbands already and pregnant! High school BFFs don't necessarily last forever once graduation frees you to take different paths.
I knew Sandra had to be wondering if I was going to stiff her on her tip. It was what I would have been thinking as we rode the elevator to the restaurant. I was tearing my croissant into bite-sized pieces when I mustered enough courage to come clean.
"Sandra, the truth is I don't have the money to give you a tip. I've got enough to pay for this," I waved at our food. "But I'm broke. You need to know, I work for Marla, too."
"Why are you a client then?" Sandra sounded surprised I was a sex worker, too, but not disappointed at the loss of a tip. Just curious why I was a client paying for sex if I was a call girl.
"Marla has a party scheduled for tomorrow and..."
"The bachelor party," she asked, and I nodded. Sandra laughed, "I'm one of the girls Marla is sending! You too?"
I nodded, "The thing is, I wasn't lying about never having been with a woman, so Marla sent me to you to, you know, break me in."
"Well, girlfriend, consider yourself broken in! Damn! I haven't had so much fun with a client in a year."
We continued to chat for the rest of our meal. I told her about Marla roping me into the bachelor party because I needed money for an apartment so I could save my shoes Marla was holding hostage. I was apologizing again for not having tip money for her when she stopped me.
Grinning, Sandra looked up and nodded her head in the direction of our suite. "You know, Vivian. We have a perfectly good hotel suite sitting empty upstairs. It's paid for until check-out time tomorrow. Are you doing anything tonight?"
"No, I live at home. My Mom and I usually watch movies together but..."
Sandra interrupted me in disbelief, "You're a call girl and you live at home?"
I nodded.
"With your mom and dad?"
I nodded again.
"Holy shit, Vivian! How old are you? Please, God! Tell me you're legal!"
"I'm eighteen," I replied a little defensively and Sandra blew out a relieved breath.
"Do your parents know..."
I interrupted, "Hell, no! My parents think I work as an office temp. That's one reason I agreed to do the party tomorrow. I need the money to rent an apartment here in the city where I can keep my stuff. You know, like, clothes that would make my mom faint if she knew I wore them."
"Look, call your mom. Tell her I've invited you for a sleepover. I'll talk to her to back up your story. We're going to eat popcorn, watch old movies and talk about boys" Sandra reached across the table to put her hand on top of mine. She smiled smugly, "I'm sure we can find something to do in a hotel suite to while away the night."
I was on my phone in seconds letting Mom know that my friend Sandra had invited me to stay the night. Today was Friday. I'd have time to go home and pack a bag for two nights instead of for one. Not that I expected to wear much the night of the bachelor party! Sandra was on her phone while I was telling Mom about the change in my plans. She yelled, "Hi, Mom!" at my phone while covering her phone with a hand.
I ended my call while Sandra was still on hers. I caught our server's attention and paid for our food while she talked. It was still early in the afternoon. If I left now, I could easily be back by 5 PM with a bag packed. I told Sandra that when she hung up.
"That's perfect! That was Marla I was talking to. She's going to call around and see if any clients would like a Friday night threesome with two crazy girls," Sandra told me while a finger lightly traced a crooked path over the back of my hand.
Just that touch had my stomach clenched at the thought of more time with her in bed. Sandra took my hand in hers and said, "I'll show you how to enjoy threesome sex tonight and to survive a gangbang tomorrow night. You'll have enough money by Sunday to afford any apartment you want!"
Sandra gave me a sly look and added, "And give me a huge tip!"
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Later that evening we were back in our hotel room. No sooner had I arrived back from home and entered our hotel room than Sandra had attacked me, stripped me and pushed me onto the nearest horizontal surface. Needless to say, I didn't struggle at such rough treatment. In less than five minutes I was naked, on the bed and was being kissed while Sandra's fingers roamed over my tits and pussy. My orgasm came quickly after she'd kissed her way down my body and began feasting between my legs. Being courteous, naturally I returned in kind what she'd done to me.
With pillows behind us, Sandra and I were currently leaning back against the headboard of the bed. Under sheets and blankets, we were cuddling close and relaxing with drinks in our sex scented cocoon. I'd started taking small bottles from hotel mini-bars home with me if clients had to leave quickly after sex. I'd brought many of those bottles back with me from my apartment along with clothes for our sleepover tonight and gangbang tomorrow night. Cuddled close, Sandra was tutoring me with lessons she'd learned in the years she'd been a call girl.
When I'd mentioned how it was sometimes painful, especially with the first client of a day, having a cock shoved into me by an excited client before my pussy was moist, she retrieved a plastic bottle from her purse. It was a small, soft plastic bottle with a long, tapered neck. A screw-on-cap closed the neck. "Get a bottle like this, with a cap like this so it doesn't drip," she told me. "Fill it with the lubricant you like and before you see your client, go into the stall of a ladies' room. Insert the neck as far up your pussy as you can and squeeze out a good dollop. Body heat and gravity does the rest."
I marveled at such a simple solution and couldn't believe I hadn't thought of it.
I then broached a topic that had been bothering me since Marla had mentioned that anal sex was something I could refuse if the client hadn't requested it in time for, 'a girl to get ready.' Sandra laughed at my embarrassment. "Lucky for you I brought what I'd need 'to get ready.'
Leaving our warm bed, Sandra went to her suitcase and pulled out an enema bag and wand. "Have you ever given yourself an enema?" When I said I hadn't, but that the procedure seemed self-explanatory, Sandra nodded. "Tomorrow, just before we leave for the party, give yourself three with warm water. Each time, fill your ass until you think you're going to explode to really clean yourself out."
Sandra came and handed me the enema bag, "Go do it now so you'll know tomorrow what to do and there'll be no fumbling around."
When I argued, Sandra became stern and pulled me from the bed by a foot. "Go on," she commanded. "Do you really think that a porn actress just walks onto a set, drops her pants and lets a guy ass fuck her? No! This is what she does beforehand."
Reluctantly, I relented and walked to the bathroom as if going to my execution. Behind the closed door, I did what was expected. I was satisfied I'd mastered what I needed to learn and was ready to call it quits when Sandra pounded on the door, commanding, "Three times!" In defeat, I did the deed two more times.
After cleaning up, I opened the door and discovered why Sandra had demanded three times. She was holding a strap-om with what had to be the largest dildo I'd ever seen hanging from the straps. It looked to be at least twelve inches long of thick, thick plastic.
Discerning Sandra's intention, I exclaimed, "Oh, hell no!"
"Oh, hell yes," Sandra laughed, then continued in a reasonable voice as she demonstrated how to don and tighten the straps. "Look, how many men will you meet with a cock this size? Once you know you can take this monster up your ass, you'll never be afraid of an eight or nine-inch cock again."
Surrendering to the inevitable, I let Sandra lead me to the bed. Sitting on the edge, I watched as Sandra slathered a lubricant gel over her 'cock'. Propped up on my elbows, I watched as she put the tip to my pussy. I couldn't stop my cry of, 'Holy fuck!' as Sandra rocked forwards to push just the first two inches up my pussy.
Whenever I tried to squirm away from the huge dildo that seemed to be splitting me apart, Sandra's hands on my hips would pull me back. By the time she'd filled me with five inches, I was on my back, panting as I felt another inch slide up my pussy. Spreading my legs as wide as I could, I gripped the edge of the bed and just endured as inch by slow inch that monster dildo filled and stretched me beyond anything I'd ever felt before.
At nine or ten inches, it seemed that the dildo had 'struck bottom', that I simply didn't have room left inside me for those last two or three inches. But Sandra had a never-say-die look on her face as she continued to move between my legs. I believe even she was amazed as the leather of the strap-on touched my pussy lips. Maybe my being tall had something to do with my taking all of that monster inside me. Sandra leaned and pulled my head up to kiss me as she twerked her hips to press straps against my wet pussy lips as I felt movement DEEP inside me.
Sandra stayed inside me only a short time. She grinned evilly as she withdrew the dildo and declared, "I'm going to have sooo much fun with you!"
Slathering on more lube, she commanded me to turn over. When I tried to argue, Sandra explained, "When I called Marla, she reminded me to do everything to leave nothing virginal before the bachelor party." Sandra shrugged, "That party is worth a lot of money to Marla. I don't know if she'll send another girl if you refuse but..."
Only the thought of my shoes and dresses being tossed into the trash next Friday because I couldn't afford an apartment made me slowly turn over. On hands and knees, I waited with my ass presented. Sandra's hands on my waist pulled me to where she was still standing until my knees were perched on the edge of the mattress. Sandra didn't keep me in suspense for long before I felt the tip of the dildo press against my anus. I was tense despite Sandra telling me over and over to relax. She had to press hard before the tip penetrated my puckered asshole.
