MY LIFE AS A SEX-O-GRAM
by
Nikki Blaise
Copyright 2011 Nikki Blaise
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1: The Beginning
I always knew I loved sex. I used to slide down the banisters and inch up them again slowly for the delicious feeling it gave me between my legs. When I was ten I wrote erotic stories about my primary school teacher. When I was twelve I used to steal my sister’s vibrator from under her mattress and discovered I could produce that glorious feeling again whenever I wanted.
It wasn’t much of a step from letting high school boys put their fingers in my panties to becoming a sex-o-gram at the tender age of nineteen. I started off as a strippergram – I went almost all the way – right down to my tiny little thong. I would gyrate inches in front of the men, so close I could feel their breath on me and watch them almost come in their pants, desperate to touch me. I got so turned on.
One time I couldn’t bear it and I began to touch myself inside my panties as I writhed on this particular man’s lap. I slipped my fingers right up inside myself, drew them out, and made the man lick them clean. I started to masturbate myself in front of him. The guys watching knew that this wasn't part of the usual service and an intent silence fell as they watched me. I glanced round and knew that every single man in that room had a stiff dick. But of course I was only paid to strip for one of them, so he got all my attention. I sat astride his lap and put my hand on his cock. It felt huge. He groaned and bucked. I unzipped his fly and released his cock. I don’t think he could believe his luck – he was only expecting a strip and a peck. I began to masturbate myself with two fingers and him with my other hand. I desperately wanted his cock inside me, but common sense kicked in – I hadn’t come prepared for sex. I came first, rocking backwards on his knee, arching my back and throwing my hair as the surge came. Seconds after I finished he came in spurts over my hand.I knelt down and licked it off, sucking the end of his dick to catch the final drops.
I guess they must have phoned the agency as the boss called me in for a private meeting the next day. I was shitting myself - I thought I was going to get sacked for breaking the rules, but the boss was delighted. The guy had paid extra for his “happy ending”.
They decided to invent a new term for me – a sex-o-gram. I get paid by the job, and by the guy. If I go to a job and there are three of them, and they all want servicing, I get paid three times as much as if there is only one. I even get my own driver/bouncer – Fred – he takes me to my jobs and makes sure the guys don’t turn nasty if I decide I don’t want to do it, which happens occasionally if they are really gross or dirty, or won’t use a condom.
Fred’s a nice guy – he’s a married man and he’s never laid a finger on me. I take my job very seriously – I have to keep in shape and look pretty – I always need to have my hair coloured and styled and wear make-up and, although the agency provides the costumes, I provide my own lingerie. I’ve been doing it for six months and I love it.
2: The Trucker
My first official engagement was a week later. The boss had been discreetly offering my extra services to clients he knew he could trust and one of them decided to give it a go. I was to go down to a particular service station on the M1 and ring a particular number. I would then be given further instructions.
Unlike the strippergrams, there was no costume, so I decided to play it safe. Short little pleated skirt, suspenders , stockings and plenty of heaving cleavage.
Fred and I turned up on schedule and I duly rang the number. I was told to wait at the coffee shop. A couple of minutes later a young guy turned up.
“It’s my mate Dick’s birthday that I’ve booked you for,” he said, leading the way to the car park.
“Dick? Are you serious? That’s really his name?”
“Yup – his parents must have hated him. Come on.” He led me to this truck parked up in a corner. “Do you mind if I watch?” he said as we approached the truck, his eyes avid.
“Whatever you like. You can even join in, but it’ll cost you extra.”
I rapped on the window. Dick wound it down. He was a big guy with a full beard. He frowned at me. “What?”
“I’m your birthday present,” I tried a Marilyn purr. Dick just looked at me, puzzled. I started to unbutton my tight white blouse. “I said I’m your birthday present!”
“You got me a strippergram?” His face lit up as he looked at his mate.
“Better than that,” I said, opening the door as it became clear he wasn’t going to. “I’m a sex-o-gram. How do you like it?”
He stared at me in utter disbelief and confusion for a second, before light dawned. He grabbed my tits, almost experimentally, as if to see if he was allowed. When I simply smiled, he pulled me into the cab and sat me astride his lap. He wound his hand in my hair, pulled my head back, shoved his big hand up my tiny skirt and rammed two fingers into me.
“I am gonna fuck you so hard you dirty little fucking whore,” he whispered in my ear. Ah, I thought – likes to talk dirty. “You’re a dirty little cum-loving slut aren’t you?” he demanded.
“Yes. Oh God – I want to suck your dick so bad,” I moaned.
He threw me into the sleeping area and ordered me to strip. Very slowly. His friend climbed into the front seat and watched. It was a short process. My blouse was already unfastened so I just slipped it off. I wasn't wearing a bra. I unzipped my little skirt and it dropped around my ankles. My thong followed and I stood in just my stockings and suspenders.
“You can leave those on,” Dick said, when I started to unfasten the suspender clip. He sat down on the edge of the bed and told me to get down on my hands and knees and turn around. I felt fingers in my pussy, ramming themselves in harder, then a thumb in my ass, squeezing the tender flesh in between. That was new but fucking hell – it was sexy. I reached under myself and began to play with my clit. I wasn't sure if I was allowed, didn’t know if Dick was the kind of man who would allow me to have my pleasure also, but he didn’t object as I rubbed harder and groaned. Suddenly he slipped his fingers out of me. I almost wept with disappointment.
“Turn round,” he said. I obeyed, still on my hands on knees. “Lick your shit off my fingers, filthy bitch,” he ordered. I did so, still playing with my clit with one hand. He grabbed my tits with the other hand and squeezed hard, leaving red marks. The pain felt good. “God you’re a dirty cunt,” he breathed, watching me clean his fingers with my tongue. “Now suck my dick.” He stood up and dropped his jeans and pants to reveal his thick cock. I knelt and was about to take it in my mouth. He grabbed my hair and forced my head back so I was looking up at him. “First, tell me you’re a dirty cock-sucking bitch.
“I’m a dirty cock-sucking bitch,” I repeated, enjoying the words.
“Tell me you love swallowing cum.”
“I love swallowing cum. I want to taste yours.”
“Say please.”
“Please,” I begged. “Please let me suck your cock.” I meant it as well. He slapped my face just hard enough to sting, called me a whore then pushed my head down to his crotch. I opened my mouth obediently as he shoved it in so hard I nearly gagged. I tried to suck but he was thrusting harder than I could get a rhythm going, mumbling incoherent abuses and keeping a painful hold of my hair the whole time. Suddenly he stopped and pulled my head up. Trickles of drool trailed from my mouth and I wiped them with the back of my hand.
“Now I’m going to fuck you and I want you to suck my mate’s cock.”
“Sorry Dick,” volunteered the friend who I could see had his cock out in his hand. “I only paid for one. If she does us both I have to pay twice.”
“Tell you what,” I offered, feeling generous and very horny. “You fuck me and he can cum over my face.”
“Works for me,” the friend said. Dick shrugged. I turned around and leaned on the friend’s knees so his dick was in my face. I felt Dick grab me from behind and shove his cock in me so hard I gasped. He slapped my ass as he thrust.
“I wish I could fuck my wife like this,” Dick gasped, “but the stupid fucking frigid cow likes it ‘soft’ and ‘gentle’ . Doesn’t she know that’s all she’s there for? Stupid fucking dirty fucking whore.” He came as he gasped the last word out. The friend wasn't far behind and I managed to catch some of his cum in my mouth, the rest dribbling down my chin. I was so horny, it took about five seconds of rubbing my clit for me to catch up with the men.
“Happy birthday,” I said, turning round to Dick with a smile on my cum-covered face. “Hope it was a good one.”
“Best ever,” Dick said.
3: The Husband
Problem was, I was horny all the time. The sex-o-gram jobs didn’t come frequently enough at the beginning to satisfy me, or to pay the bills. I had to supplement with strippergram jobs and my boss had told me to stick to the script unless they had paid the extra up front. He didn’t want word getting around that they could get a sex-o-gram for strippergram prices. I printed off some cards to give to my strippergram clients detailing the ‘extra’ services, putting my mobile number on them – no point the agency stripping off their percentage if I could get my own work.
Shortly after I started giving these cards out, I got a phone call from a woman, which surprised me. She wanted to book me for her husband, Nick.
“You want to book a strippergram?” I asked.
“No, I want to book you for a sex-o-gram,” she said. They had been talking about a threesome for a while, it turned out, and she had decided to book me for his birthday as a surprise. “Would you be OK with a threesome?” She sounded uncertain and I assured her that that would be fine.
As instructed, I turned up dressed as a nurse, with stockings and suspenders, but no panties or bra under my blue uniform.
The woman who answered the door was in her mid-thirties, still attractive, but tired-looking.
“He’s upstairs,” she said, following me as I managed the steps with difficulty in my tight skirt. “Just before you go in,” she caught my arm. “I’ve never done anything with another woman before.”
“Is that what he wants?”
“That’s part of what he wants.”
“Just don’t do anything you feel uncomfortable with – we’ll work it out as we go along.”
She took a deep breath and opened the door. I followed her in. Nick was in bed, lying under the duvet. I affected a brisk tone of voice. “Well, how’s the patient today?”
“He’s very poorly,” said the wife, looking worried.
I tutted, shaking my head. I moved close to the bed and leaned over him, laying my hand on his forehead. A hand snaked out from under the duvet and began to work its way up my stockinged leg. I ignored it, leaning over further to let my cleavage spill out.
“I’m going to have to give you a full examination.” I frowned down at him, shifting my position slightly to allow the groping hand better access. It had found my stocking top. Nick’s face hadn’t changed, but I felt my pussy start to ache as the unseen fingers teased my inner thighs. I pulled the duvet down to his waist and listened to his chest with my plastic stethoscope. “Well your heart rate is slightly raised.” My breath came raggedly as he pushed a finger tip inside my pussy and moved it around gently. I glanced at his wife who had sat down on a hard chair in the corner of the room.
I moved the duvet down to reveal his cock, which stood up rather magnificently erect. I looked at it and shook my head. “Well, here’s your problem,” I said, wrapping my fingers around it and leaning over to lick the tip gently with my tongue, caressing his balls with my other hand. Nick moaned and wriggled, his fingers pushing further and harder into my dripping pussy. “What do you think?” I included the wife in the conversation, who came over to stare with me at her husband’s erection.
I ripped off my Velcro-fastened uniform and discarded it. My breasts stood out proud and round and the wife eyed them, a nervous but curious look on her face. I took her hand and put it on one of them. She gave it a hesitant squeeze and would have let go but I put my hand over hers and showed her how to massage it firmly but gently, round in circles. When she began to play with the other one, Nick sat up in bed and shuffled back towards the pillow, giving me room to sit down and pay some attention to his wife. I pulled her towards me and unfastened her skirt. It fell around her ankles and she kicked it to one side.
“Take off your top,” I said. She did so, glancing at her husband, who was watching us avidly, his cock huge and purple. I almost drooled at the thought of him shoving it hard inside me, but I wasn’t here for my pleasure. The wife had a nice figure and had clearly gone to some effort – she wore matching lingerie and stockings too. I stood up and unfastened her bra – her breasts touched mine. I leaned forward and kissed her gently. I didn’t tell her that I had never been with a woman before either – she seemed nervous enough as it was. I ran my hands down her sides and let them rest gently on her waist. She leaned into my kiss, returning it with an intensity that surprised me. I ran my hands round to her buttocks, pulling her body to mine. She was soft in my arms. I looked at Nick. “Are you feeling better?” I asked.
“Touch her pussy!” he ordered, pulling on his massive purple organ.
I sat back on the bed and pulled her panties down to reveal a neatly trimmed bush. The panties got kicked to one side also and she parted her thighs. I inserted two fingers and she groaned, grabbing my shoulders for support. I wiggled them about a bit experimentally, applying my thumb to her clitoris. I could smell her arousal as she gasped and shuddered. I glanced from husband to wife. They both seemed to be expecting me to control the situation.
I turned to Nick, feeling I was neglecting him a bit. Crawling to him, I knelt between his legs, bending over that gorgeous cock I had wanted to taste since first I saw it. He cried out as I took him into my mouth, sliding my lips slowly down his shaft and flicking my tongue over the tip. He thrust hard into my mouth and I was surprised to feel tentative fingers inside my pussy. I took a glance behind me to see the wife taking the initiative. She was fingering me with one hand and herself with another. I closed my eyes and revelled in the feelings for a moment. I felt a hand grab my breast – I didn’t know whose it was. But I was meant to be giving them pleasure here, not them me. I slid my mouth slowly off Nick’s cock and shifted position, turning my back on him to face his wife. I straddled his lap, lowering my soaking pussy slowly down onto that thick dick, grinding down hard. He pushed up to meet me with a long drawn-out “Oh God!”
“Come here,” I said to his wide-eyed wife. I turned her round so she was on all fours with her rounded bottom towards me, then entered her from behind with three firm fingers. Nick was thrusting away behind me with abandonment and I finger-fucked his wife till she was begging me not to stop. Nick came first, filling my throbbing cunt, then I turned the wife over and buried my face in her pussy, as I had been longing to since I first caught a whiff of her. I sucked her juices and she writhed above me, grabbing my hair. I rubbed her clit with my thumb and she cried out, bucking and shuddering as I thrust my fingers into her pussy, keeping up with the rubbing until she finally quieted and fell, spent, onto the duvet.
I left two very happy customers, but I hadn’t come and I was horny as fuck. I told Fred to drop me off in town and I roamed the streets, looking for a quick shag.
4: The Police Officer
It was the weekend and gangs of young lads were everywhere. I couldn’t decide if I wanted a one on one or a group thing. I just wanted a dirty fuck. I needed someone to fill my cunt and I wasn't really bothered who. I decided I was going to pick the next guy who hollered at me.
I passed one particular group standing with pints outside a pub and made eye contact with one of them, giving him a “come and fuck me” look. He responded quite satisfactorily, with that distinctive cross between a cheer and a phwoar that guys tend to do to sexy girls. I stopped in my tracks and stalked towards him. His face changed to one of contrition.
“Hey, I’m sorry!” he began, hands out apologetically.
“Shut the fuck up!” I told him, walking up close, invading his privacy. He backed away till his shoulder blades touched the brick wall. I stood toe to toe with him, my body an inch from his. His face was a comical mixture of arousal, concern and a touch of fear. I placed my hand flat on his chest and began to slide it down to his crotch.
“Hey,” he began, grabbing my hand to arrest its progress.
“Normally I charge for this,” I pulled a card out of my cleavage to give to him. “But I’ve just come from a job and I’m feeling horny. Thought I’d give you the benefit. But if you’re not up for it . . .”
He glanced at me and my card and I could see the cogs whirring.
“I will if he’s too chicken,” one of his mates called out.
“Use it or lose it,” I said.
“Listen, it’s not you – it’s just that I’ve got a girlfriend.” His face was apologetic.
“How sweet. Does she know you shout out at girls in the street?”
“Look, I’m sorry about that.”
“Forget it.” I clearly wasn't getting anywhere with this one. I turned my attention to his mates. “Any of you fancy a freebie?” I stuck my chest out and licked my lips. They all looked scared to death, but they weren’t looking at me – their eyes were focussed on something behind my head. I turned. There was a police officer standing behind me, arms folded. My stomach flipped.
“Is this woman bothering you?” he asked the men.
“No officer,” they muttered. The guy with the girlfriend still held my card in his fingers. The copper took it off him and glanced at it.
“What’s a sex-o-gram?” he said. Shit, I thought.
“It’s kind of like a strippergram but sexier – more like a lap dancer, but I come to you,” I said. I swallowed nervously. Would he buy it? He turned the card over.
“You do realise soliciting and prostitution are crimes, madam.”
“Yes, but I wasn't soliciting.”
“Was she?” the policeman asked the guy with a girlfriend.
“No, she was giving it away, weren’t you?” one of the others said, a lewd grin on his ugly face.
“Giving it away?”
“Yeah, she was asking us if we wanted to fuck her as she was horny!” They laughed.
I shrugged. “That’s not a crime, surely?”
The officer narrowed his eyes and looked me up and down before taking my arm. “If you’d like to come with me, madam.”
“But, I haven’t done anything wrong!” I protested, trying to pull away but he was stronger. He dragged me to where his squad car was parked. The group of lads followed behind, cat-calling as they saw him push my head down and bundle me into the car. I lay back in the car and closed my eyes. Great – that was all I needed.
When I started to pay attention to where we were, I realised the car wasn’t heading for the cop shop.
“Where are we going?”
“Somewhere private,” he said, glancing at me in the rear-view mirror. There was a look in his eyes that made my cunt flutter. He turned down a leafy lane and parked up behind a ruined barn. We couldn’t be seen from the road.
He got out and climbed into the back seat next to me.
“So, officer, what appears to be the problem?”
He shook his head. “I’m afraid, madam, that you’re wearing far too many clothes.”
I smiled. “That can be rectified.” I ripped off my Velcro-fastened nurse’s uniform and dropped it into the footwell. “Better?”
“How dirty are you?” he said, reaching out to fondle my breasts.
“Very, very dirty!” I assured him. He stripped out of his uniform and sat back in the car, his cock huge and inviting.
“Sit up and spread your legs,” he said. He knelt up in front of me, but instead of his warm smooth cock, he got out his night stick and approached me with it. He set it at the entrance to my pussy and starting slowly, pushed it in as far as it would go. I gave out a long slow moan of pleasure – the feel of the thick truncheon filling my cunt was better than any cock, even the biggest. The truncheon was well over eighteen inches. I pushed back and squirmed with pleasure as he slapped my tits and pumped the truncheon in and out.
Suddenly he yanked me forwards. I fell onto my hands and knees and he positioned himself behind me. I was still impaled on his truncheon and I felt his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks. He inserted a finger first, wiggling it around, testing my reaction. The feel of being doubly penetrated was blissful and I shut my eyes as he bent down and licked my asshole, swirling his tongue around until it was slick and wet. He spat on his hand and lubed his cock before sliding it inside my ass, holding my hips steady as he drove his cock in and out. I reached under and matched his rhythm with the truncheon in my cunt and he rubbed my clit with rough fingers. The three sensations combined in one glorious high and I came harder than I had ever come before, screaming like a cat on heat and clawing at the upholstery as my body juddered repeatedly.
“Fuck me,” I managed as the tremors subsided.
“Just did! Now lie on your back and suck my cock.”
He turned me over and I lay down on the back seat of the police car, my ass pushed against the door and my legs up as he bent over me and thrust his cock in my mouth – the same cock that had just been up my ass. I could taste myself on him and I sucked greedily, making moaning noises of pleasure. His truncheon was still in my pussy and my clit was still raw and quivering. As he fucked my mouth with abandon, I masturbated once more with the baton. It took barely a touch to make me come again, writhing under him as he filled my mouth with spurts of salty liquid. I swallowed it all down, sucking his engorged head to get every last drop.
It might have been a freebie, but it was worth it! I gave him a card and promised him as many free samples as he liked for not turning me in. Gotta love a bent cop, especially one with a huge knob.
5: The Bridegroom
I get booked for a lot of stag parties, not surprisingly. One I was booked for, the best man told me that I was to pretend to be just a strippergram, but then get so turned on by the groom that I wanted him to fuck me.
I duly turned up in my policewoman’s outfit. The stag was sitting in the bar of a hotel, with about twenty mates. There were no other guests there except the pre-warned barman, who locked the door once I had arrived. I did the whole “I’m arresting you for being a very . . . naughty . . . boy!” thing, turned on the music and started my dance.
I undid my tight blouse button by slow button, letting my tits spill out, squeezing them, licking my fingers and playing with my hard nipples. I leaned over the groom, pushing my boobs into his face.
“Lick my tits!” I ordered him. He did so eagerly. I sat on his lap, my legs spread in my tight skirt and let him undo the rest of the buttons, throwing the blouse into a corner. “Now unfasten my bra,” I said. He fumbled and feverishly yanked until I took pity on him and did it myself. “You can touch them if you like,” I breathed.
He held them hesitantly at first before starting to squeeze harder and sucking on my nipples desperately, almost painfully. I moaned as he bit and sucked my breasts, leaving teeth marks. I hadn’t realised how much I loved pain until I started doing this job, or how many men love giving pain. I could feel my pussy growing wet and slick and I wriggled. I wanted his cock right now – but I had to wait.
After a few exquisite moments, I stood up and slipped my skirt down, standing in front of him in my holdups and tiny black thong. I turned around so my back was to him, sat back on his lap and pushed myself down onto his crotch – I could feel his cock pressing hard against my damp pussy. I glanced around at the circle of fervent watchers. Reaching behind me, I took the stag’s hands and put them on my breasts whilst I bumped and ground on his cock. I had to force myself to tease the moment out – I was only meant to be a strippergram. I stood up again and stood over him, swaying my breasts in his face, teasing and moving while he grabbed for them. I took one of his unresisting hands and put it inside my thong, letting him feel how wet I was. His face was a picture. He slid his fingers inside me and I groaned.
“Do you want more?” I asked him.
“What do you mean?” his voice cracked as he answered.
“Well, normally, strippergrams don’t do this,” I said. “But I’m really, really hot for you!” My voice dropped to a whisper. “I’d love to suck your cock, if you’d let me?”
His eyebrows shot up. “Would I? Fuck yeah!”
“Here? Or in private?”
“Here! Here! Here!” the watching party took up the chant.
“Here, I guess!” the stag evidently couldn’t believe his luck.
I got down on my knees in front of him and slowly unzipped his fly, easing out his cock from his pants. I stared at it for a second before I took it lovingly into my mouth. I love the feeling of cock in my mouth – I almost love it more than cock in my pussy – that long length of flesh, warm and soft yet hard at the same time, I can’t get enough. I could happily suck cock all day. I love looking up at the man, watching them looking back at me with that indefinable look in their eyes. As I slowly sucked this man’s dick, I felt my thong being tugged down to my knees and fingers invade me from behind. It had been arranged that this might be a multiple job so I eased my thighs apart and allowed the fingers entry. There’s nothing quite like the feel of an unknown person touching you – there are no distractions like the way someone looks – you can just concentrate on the fingers and the cocks and the tongues and the sensations.
I pushed back into the fingers, encouraging exploration. I shuddered as they rubbed my entire pussy frantically, before being removed and replaced by a thick cock shoved hurriedly in, as if I might change my mind. As the owner of the cock entered me, I heard whoops of approval from the watching men. I wondered if they all knew the arrangement, or if they still thought I was just a strippergram.
“Hey – it’s my stag night!” the groom protested. “How come you get to fuck her and I only get a blow job?”
The other guy just groaned as he fucked me hard and fast and desperately.
“Want to swap?” the groom said. It wasn't a suggestion – his voice was hard. It wasn’t the only thing.
“Oh God – I suppose!” I recognised the voice of the other guy as the fat ugly best man – he probably hadn’t had sex in years.
The men rearranged me in the middle of the room. The best man sat on a chair on the dance floor and I knelt in front of him. I had to lift up the guy’s belly to get at his cock. He might have been a less than attractive proposition to many women, but his dick was huge – bigger than the groom’s. I descended upon it – I could taste my tanginess on it. I licked the groove around his tip, drinking my own juices down. The groom knelt behind me, lifting up my ass-cheeks and slapping them hard before thrusting into me.
The best man came quickly, without warning. I almost choked as his cum filled my mouth. He held my head down firmly, making sure I didn’t move until I had sucked him dry before finally letting me up. Dribbles of his cum leaked out of the corners of my mouth as I struggled to swallow the mouthful he had given me. I wiped the trickles with the back of hand then licked it clean.
Behind me, the groom was moving things up a notch. He might have been average, but he knew how to use it.
“Oh you dirty dirty little girl,” he was saying. “You dirty little slut, you filthy whore.”
“Oh God, yes, tell me what I am!” I love being talked dirty to. I reached under myself and began to play with my clit. Only problem with my job is that if I want to cum I usually have to DIY. I saw a guy come towards me with his dick out, but the best man stopped him and I heard him whisper that he could only afford to pay for two. I felt sorry for him. Maybe I should be charging by the hour, rather than by the guy.
The third guy sat down in front of me where the best man had sat and started to wank himself instead. I leaned on his knees and looked up into his eyes as I played with my pussy. I started to moan as I felt the sensations rising – the groom was shafting me hard and fast, and the guy in front of me was wanking – he came suddenly all over my face, just as I reached my peak and cried out. Another load of hot jizz landed on my back. I looked around to see yet another of the stag party who had been masturbating over me and finally the bridegroom filled my soaking cunt with his cum, shooting his load in great bursts.
“You’ll never get to do that again,” the best man said to the groom, once he had got his breath back.
“Why couldn’t I be marrying a dirty slut like you?” bemoaned the groom, gasping anew as I turned my attention back to him, licking the stray drips of cum from the end of his cock.
“Because dirty sluts like me aren’t willing to settle for just one cock,” I told him with a smile. “We like to share the love!”
6: The Bus
I’d been booked for this job one night but when I turned up it was a dud – that sometimes happened, someone thought it was funny to get me to dress up and turn up somewhere, and then not be there – they were probably hiding behind a bush somewhere having a quick wank.
It was annoying but not usually a major problem. But this time, when Fred and I went back to the car, it wouldn’t start. So I said I’d get the bus home.
I sat on the back seat of the bus. Top deck, no one else there. I stared out of the window at the rain, feeling frustrated and horny and fingering my damp pussy idly.
The bus pulled up at a stop, a bunch of young rowdy guys got on and an idea began to form. A second later I heard the first of them begin to stomp up the steps. I lay down on the back seat at an angle which made it appear as if I had passed out through alcohol. I hitched up my skirt and pulled down my top.
I watched through slitted eyes as the lads piled up the stairs shouting and laughing. After a few seconds or so, one of them spotted me. “Hey!” he said in tones of surprise.
There was a brief whispered conversation and a dirty laugh. I heard footsteps coming towards me and I shut my eyes quickly. A hand shook my shoulder.
“Hey! Are you OK?” I lay still, breathing gently. The shake came again and a gentle slap on the cheek, enough to rouse a sleeper, accompanied it. “Hey. Wakey wakey Sleeping Beauty!!”
“Is she breathing?” another voice said. There was a brief silence, long enough to observe, say, a person’s chest rising and falling.
“Yeah, looks like it,” said the first voice. A gentle hand touched my neck for a moment. “She’s got a pulse.”
“Och, she’s fine. She’s just passed out is all!” A third voice, this one displaying a Glaswegian brogue, joined the conversation.
“Look at that!” the second voice said. I felt my skirt being cautiously lifted and lowered again. A muffled conversation ensued from which the words “fucking pussy hangin’ out” drifted toward me. I took the risk of glancing at them through lowered eyelashes. They were huddled together a few feet away. There were four of them altogether, all young, white, mid twenties, all dressed in the typical club going uniform of black trousers and coloured shirt hanging out, open-necked, no tie. They all had dark hair except one who sported a blond crew cut.
“I dare you!” this was the blond.
“Oh come on – it’s not fair! She’s passed out,” the owner of the first voice protested.
“But it’s just lying there for the taking!” the Glaswegian joined in. “Fucking dirty bitch – she’s even gone out with no fucking pants on!”
“Well, I will if you ain’t got the guts!” said the second voice.
“Yeah, he can just watch,” the blond laughed. I felt a tentative hand on my leg, gently creeping up the inside of my thigh, as if careful not to wake me. I deliberately stirred, as if in sleep and opened my legs a tiny bit wider to accommodate the exploratory fingers. There were sniggers from the pack. I felt myself grow wet as the unseen fingers tickled my pubes.
“Oh my fucking God, she’s fucking dripping in here,” said the voice. Two fingers were suddenly thrust inside me and I let out a moan. The fingers were harsh and intrusive but I was so turned on. I felt my top being pulled gently down to expose both my breasts and felt hands on my nipples, soft and stroking.
“Look at these lovely titties!” I heard the second voice say and then felt a mouth circling one of my nipples and a hand on the other breast, stroking gently.
“You a breast man, then?” Glaswegian said.
The mouth lifted itself from my nipple long enough to say, “Oh yeah – I could so give these a titty fuck!” before clamping back down, circling my stiff nipple with his tongue and kneading and squeezing my breasts like he had come home. The fingers in my cunt grew more rough and intrusive and I felt a thumb rubbing my clit. I barely held back a cry as I felt my orgasm grow.
“Don’t tell me she’s sleeping through this.” I couldn’t tell who was speaking. I felt hands on various parts of my body. At that point, I couldn’t tell who was doing what to me.
“Dirty little bitch is probably loving every second of it.” The fingers pounded my pussy harder and the unseen hands suddenly groped my breasts roughly, making me gasp.
“I should give her something to really enjoy, you think?” I heard the sound of a zip being undone and felt hot hard flesh next to mine; the tip of a sweet stiff dick teased the opening of my craving cunt. I couldn’t hold it back any more. My eyes flicked open and stared right into the mocking brown eyes of the dick’s blond owner.
“Well, hello there!” he said. “Having fun?”
“Please . . .” I breathed.
“Please what?” he said, still rubbing my pussy with his huge swollen head.
“Oh God, please fuck me!” He plunged his cock into my aching pussy instantly.
“You fucking dirty little slut,” he whispered in my ear as he thrust hard inside me. “You were pretending the whole time, weren’t you, you dirty little bitch!” I couldn’t speak as my orgasm instantly rocketed through me. I lay gasping for breath as his hard cock slaughtered my tender flesh. He came with a groan, amid shouts and cheers from the other lads who, now they realised I wasn’t really passed out, were up for some fun. As he withdrew his dick from my slick, still horny cunt, I casually swung my legs round so I was facing the other men.
“Who’s next?” I said. I leaned back on the bus seat and lifted one foot up to breast man’s groin, teasing him with my toes, circling his crotch with its nicely hardened outline. I didn’t bother to close my legs, giving him a full view. I shrugged off my skimpy top and unfastened the single button which closed my wrap skirt, and sat naked, facing them brazenly.
Glaswegian was the first to move. He dropped his pants, holding out his impressive thick cock to my face. “Suck it!” he said casually. I wet my lips and held his thick organ in both my hands, running my fingers down his warm smooth skin. I took my first taste of that sweet bulbous end, sucking the first salty drop out. I looked up to meet his eyes as I pushed his cock further into my mouth and began circling it with my tongue. My fingers reached underneath, one hand to gently squeeze his balls, and the other to pleasure that area between balls and ass-hole, the perineum. He moaned and writhed with the triple sensations.
“Oh baby, you are so good!” he said, grabbing my head and forcing it harder down onto his cock. I saw an opportunity and stopped sucking him off long enough to ask him to sit down on the long back bench of the bus. He did so and I knelt down to continue sucking his sweet dick, lifting my ass high in the air as I did so. I moved it enticingly, hoping one of the others would get the idea of what I wanted without me actually having to give directions, which always left me feeling like a film director. I hated having to say, “Do, this, do that, fuck me this way!”
Fortunately they were quick on the uptake and I immediately felt a dick thrusting hard in me from behind, and hands roughly grabbing my tits as they swayed under me. I didn’t even look behind to see who it was, all I wanted was the cock. I turned my thoughts back to the cock in my mouth, now that my hungry cunt was satisfied with the attention it was getting from behind. It really was a beautiful creature, this massive member, I ran my hands lovingly up and down its length as if admiring a piece of fine porcelain. I stroked the veins along the side, feeling them throb in response. I drew it partially out of my mouth and sucked on the dripping tip, pushing the tip of my tongue as far as it could go into the small opening. Glaswegian started to pant, his hips to thrust and I went to take him back in my mouth but he stopped me. “No,” he managed to get out. “I want to cum on your face!” I positioned myself a few inches above the end of his cock and wanked him hard. It only took a few seconds before his gasp turned to a yell and the creamy stuff came squirting toward me. I managed to catch some in my mouth and swallowed it down and the rest spread itself on my cheeks and in my hair. The sight must have proved too much to whoever was taking me at the other end as I heard a groan from that end too, feeling the warm stuff deep inside me. I felt my own orgasm approaching again and reached down quickly to finger my clit. I knelt up and spread my legs wide as the guy at the other end pulled out, spent, and I finger-fucked myself hard with one hand, rubbing my clit with the other. I had my eyes closed so didn’t even see the next cock which was shoved hard in my mouth, scraping against my teeth. But I sucked deep from it anyway, rubbing myself frantically.
This one didn’t last long and his cum soon shot down my throat, almost gagging me as I screamed with my second orgasm. I swallowed the sweet juice frantically, trying not to choke. Panting, I knelt, my legs shaking as my orgasm subsided. I realised no one else was pushing anything into my body and figured they must all have fucked me. I wrapped my skirt and fastened my brief top.
“Thanks guys,” was all I could think of to respond with as I made my way along the swaying rows of seats and down the stairs.
As I stood next to the driver waiting for the bus to arrive at the next stop, he winked at me and indicated with his head the wide-angle mirror which gave him a full view of the top deck.
“Seems someone had a good time tonight,” he looked me up and down lewdly. I gave him a dirty smile.
“Did you like what you saw?” I leant on my elbows on his cab, allowing him full view of my cleavage.
“Darling, I nearly crashed the fucking bus,” he said, as he steered round a corner. “If you ever get bored you know, there’s a bunch of us down the depot who might like a few hours in your company,” he winked at me.
“Well, as the song goes, all you have to do is call.” I slipped a card into the cab as the bus stopped at my stop and hopped off.
7: The Girlfriend’s Punishment
Many of my jobs are straightforward one on one sex, but I remember one particular session that was notable. I had turned up at this guy’s flat and he took me into the bedroom, where a young woman was sitting on a chair, looking upset.
“This is my girlfriend, Wendy,” the guy said. “She’s been a bit of a slapper haven’t you Wendy?” Wendy just nodded. “Tell the nice lady what you did.” Gritting her teeth, Wendy ignored him. “Wendy fucked some other guy while I was away. I said I wouldn’t dump her, but it was only fair that I got to fuck someone else too. And she’s going to watch us.”
“Oh, OK,” I said. What else could I say?
“I’m John,” he introduced himself, politely, as if we were meeting at a tea-party.
“Nikki,” I said. The whole thing felt very surreal.
John stripped and lay on the bed. “You know, actually, it’s always been a fantasy of mine to have two girls fighting over who gets to suck my cock. Wendy, I think you can join in with this. Get your clothes off.” Wendy look mutinous, but she slowly undressed. I had had no instructions to come in special costume, so I was just wearing jeans and a top. I stripped down to my underwear. John’s eyes flicked from Wendy to me. “Very nice babe,” he said to me. “Your tits are bigger than Wendy’s.”
Wendy glared at me. I almost felt sorry for her.
“Touch her tits,” he ordered. I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or Wendy. I glanced at him. He was looking at me. Wendy had nice tits, small but pinkly pert. Her nipples were erect, begging to be sucked. I reached out to cup one and she flinched. I tried to reassure her with my eyes. “Let her touch you, bitch,” John growled, his cock huge as he watched us together. I wasn’t entirely happy about this – it wasn't in my job description to force myself on someone. I gentled my touch and caressed her soft flesh, rubbing my thumb over her nipple. She relaxed a bit and her eyes half-closed. I almost felt she was pressing her breast into my hand. I rested my other hand on her waist and stroked her skin with my thumb. “Nikki, take your underwear off, hun,” John said. I obeyed. Wendy looked at my body, her eyes huge. I guessed she had never been in close proximity to a naked woman before.
“Do you want to touch?” I said. “It’s OK.” I took her hand and put it on my breast.
“Press your boobs together,” John told us. Someone’s been watching lesbian porn, I thought, but I pressed my boobs to Wendy’s obediently and ran my hands down over her bottom, slowly but firmly. She shivered.
“Now get over here, bitches, and starting fighting over my cock,” John said, swinging his legs round to sit on the edge of the bed. Wendy and I got on our knees in front of him. I grabbed his dick first and wrapped my lips round it, taking it in as far as I could, sucking hard, pushing my mouth down over his long shaft. John groaned. I put my other hand on Wendy’s smooth thigh. She didn’t protest. Wendy turned her attention to John’s balls, holding them in her hand and licking them assiduously, like a cat. I ran my hand up her thigh, flicking an exploratory finger over the triangle at the top of her pressed-together thighs. She gave a sharp intake of breath but didn’t move away. In fact, she parted her thighs ever so slightly. I came up for breath and she grabbed John’s cock off me.
“My turn now,” she said. She seemed to be getting quite into this. Whilst Wendy was sucking John, I worked on getting my finger into her pussy. She quivered and raised her bottom up off her heels as if in invitation. I moved my hand round to her bottom, slipping a finger into her cunt from behind, teasing and playing. She moaned, her mouth full of cock. John couldn’t see what I was doing to his girlfriend and he thought she was moaning from sucking him.
“That’s it, take it, bitch,” he gasped, thrusting his pelvis harder and faster into Wendy’s mouth. Suddenly he pulled out and shot his load at me, spraying cum all over my face. “Now, slut,” he said to Wendy, when he had finished. “Lick my cum off her face.”
Wendy came towards me, a half-smile on her face. She cupped my breasts in her hands as she licked the spunk from my forehead. I pulled her hips towards me and started to finger her again. She was wet and ready and pushed herself down onto my fingers. I wriggled them around to find that sweet spot inside her pussy, gratified as she responded with a gasp. She cleaned me tenderly, finishing with my mouth. I kissed her and she kissed me back avidly, pushing her pointed tongue in my mouth.
“Hey, hey!” John suddenly clocked what was going on, “You’re not supposed to be enjoying this!” He pulled Wendy off me and grabbed her tit hard.
“Isn’t this your fantasy?” she said to him. “Two girls and you? You can’t complain now. Just watch and enjoy it.”
John thought for a moment.
“I can go, if you’d prefer,” I bluffed, reaching for my clothes.
“No, no,” he held his hands out in contradiction. “I don’t want you to go.” I knelt down and Wendy and I took turns to suck his limp, sticky cock back into life. Once he was back in action, I pushed Wendy back on the bed, spreading her willing legs. He settled himself to watch as I ran my tongue up the length of her inner thigh. She trembled with anticipation as I tasted her private area, teasing her with just the very tip of my finger and my tongue. I tasted her juices, that mixture of sweet and tangy salt as I flicked my tongue over the entrance to her cunt before pushing it inside as far as I could. She made a little whine of pleasure as I licked her clit and pushed two fingers up at the same time. I was on my knees crouching over her on the bed when I felt John’s hands on my hips and a second later, his probing cock at the entrance to my pussy. I reached underneath and guided it in and could hardly keep my attention on his girlfriend as I felt his huge dick fill me, hammering me to within an inch of my climax. I was almost there when I felt his cum explode inside me in great waves – he thrust and shuddered, and finally collapsed.
“Now,” he said to Wendy, when he had got his breath back. “I want you to lick Nikki’s pussy clean of my cum!”
Wendy and I exchanged glances. I wasn’t sure she’d be up for pussy-licking– she had never even had a girl-on-girl experience until today. She reassured me with a smile and pushed me back onto the bed. Give her her due, she dived right in. Unexperienced but enthusiastic, she licked up every last drop of John’s spunk, sucking my cunt clean. Closing my eyes I felt every lap of that small pink tongue. Every time she licked my clit, I felt myself climb further, until finally I grabbed her fingers and stroked them hard over my clit. She knew what I wanted and rubbed me harder and harder, while lapping away at my soaking pussy until I felt my orgasm approach. I grabbed the pillows and arched my body, and screamed my ecstasy in waves until I finally relaxed, drained.
Wendy saw me to the door. “The irony is,” she said. “He thought he was punishing me, but he’s actually done me a favour. I never realised how hot fucking girls could be till tonight!” She winked at me.
8: The Teacher
I was still getting some jobs through the agency, even though I was giving out my own cards as well. One Friday morning I got a call to come into the office.
“What’s up?” I said, plonking myself down in the boss’s office, trying to hide my concern. Had he found out I’d been handing out my own cards?
“I have a job for you,” James, my boss, said. He opened a drawer and pulled out a school tie and a book. “This client wants to know do you have a short black skirt and a plain white blouse?”
“I can get one.”
“By tonight?”
I nodded. James handed me the tie.
“This is my old school tie,” I said, puzzled.
“Did you go to XXX High School?” James, said, naming my old school. I nodded again. “Well, you’ll know where to go then. The client wants you to wait at the school gates at 3.00pm, wearing the uniform and carrying this copy of Macbeth.” He handed me the book.
“Did he give you a name?”
“Nope.”
“Does he know who I am?”
“I don’t know. Does it matter? He’s paid and he’s a client.”
“I guess.” I spent the rest of the day wondering who the client was. It was a big school with a sixth form. It could have been any one of the teachers, or even a pupil. Was I supposed to dress like a student to fit in, so no one would notice I wasn't supposed to be there? Or was it part of the role-play? I put on the minimum of make-up, just enough to emphasise my eyes and lips, but not so much that I appeared too old to be there.
Fred dropped me off at the gates a few minutes early and parked up the road. I felt like a kid again, being dropped off at school by my dad. School didn’t kick out till 3.15pm so it was quiet. As instructed, I waited by the gates, carrying my book. At 3.00 on the dot, a man came round the corner of the school building towards me. As he came closer I recognised my old Maths teacher, Mr Robinson. He was in his 40s, married with three kids. We had always said he was a dirty old perv; he used to leer after the girls all the time. His steps slowed as he recognised me, and he looked confused, but when he clocked the Macbeth I was clutching, a lewd sneer of understanding spread across his face.
“Well, well, well, little Nikki Blaise,” he said, as he stopped in front of me.
“Well, well, well, pervy Mr Robinson,” I shot back.
“I always knew you were a little slut.”
“I always knew you were a perv.”
“Well, now that we understand each other, shall we go?” He took hold of my shoulder and firmly steered me towards the Maths block. Once in his classroom, he locked the door and closed the blinds. “Sit down,” he instructed me. Without thinking, I sat down in my old place in front of his desk, resting my elbows on the table. I looked around at the classroom. Painful memories of him trying to drill Maths into my head came flooding back. “I am sick and tired of hearing your feeble excuses,” he suddenly yelled at me. I jumped. “How many times has it been now, Nikki?”
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