Daphne said, ‘Let me do that for you, James.’ She arched over him, making the skin of her waist wrinkle. Her long-fingered right hand cupped his balls. He relinquished his grip on his shaft. Her hand replaced it, but delicately, just fingertips and thumb. As she stroked, she said, ‘This is how you like me to start, right, James? Teasing?’
He grunted and lay back.
‘Nice and easy,’ Daphne crooned.
His hand lifted up under her to her pendent left breast, gave it a little jiggle and then toyed with her nipple. ‘Love your tits, Daphne.’
‘Thank you, darling. Feel free.’ She chuckled. ‘Fondle at will.’
‘Like this?’ He rolled her nipple between his index finger and his thumb.
‘Harder.’
He pinched and rolled. Daphne gasped. Her lips parted. It seemed that she liked the pain. Sarah dropped a hand to her own breast and pinched her own nipple experimentally through her thin shirt. It made her wince but she persevered. Hot little sparks of sensation radiated from her peak. Interesting. David had always been so gentle when he’d touched her there, and she’d thought that was considerate of him, but now she was learning about something different, somehow naughtier. Gentle caresses were nice but it seemed that there were other sorts of pleasure to be coaxed from her body. It was her second lesson in that, she realised. She’d enjoyed those few spanks that Jack had given her, even if they had come as a bit of a shock.
Daphne pulled her legs up to kneel beside James but didn’t miss a stroke. As his torment of her nipple increased in intensity, so did the speed and strength of the fingers she was masturbating him with. Looking close up at his glossy plum but obviously directing her words at Sarah, she said, ‘Don’t worry about him coming too soon. That’s the advantage of a mature man. He can hold back for a long time, right, James?’
He grunted again. Arousal seemed to have stolen his power of speech.
Daphne continued, ‘But I’m different. I can come again and again, each time getting better and better. Make me come, please, James.’
She lifted one knee up and set it down on the other side of his head, facing forwards. She grinned at Sarah as she lowered her sex onto his mouth.
‘He’s got a wonderful tongue and he loves to use it.’
David had never done that for Sarah, though he really enjoyed it when she used her mouth on him. Jack had offered to but somehow they’d never got round to it. By the intense, almost angry, expression on Daphne’s face, it had to feel very good. Sarah decided that when she and Jack finally got together again, she’d make sure to get him to do it to her. He’d be good at it, she was certain.
Daphne was undulating on James’s face. Sarah wished she could see what the man was doing with his tongue in more detail. The serpentine woman lowered her face towards James’s cock. She threw Sarah a glance, as if to say, ‘Watch this,’ and worked its head between her stretched lips. There was a pause, and then she plunged down.
Oh hell! She’d taken him so deeply that her lips were buried in his pubic hair. With a thing that size – it had to be pressed against the back of her throat.
James put his hand on the back of Daphne’s head, holding it in place, and jerked up at her, driving his shaft even deeper.
How did the woman take it? Why didn’t she gag, Sarah wondered.
He thrust up again and again before relenting and letting her mouth rise completely off his shaft. Daphne grinned, licked her lips, and ducked down again.
She enjoyed it?
He was still buried in her mouth, to the hilt, when her hips gyrated and then began to thrust as if she were riding a stallion at a gallop. Well, in a way, she was.
Sarah’s fingers seemed to have found their way inside her shirt and were flickering on her nipple. Her thighs squeezed together.
Daphne made an obscene snorting sound. She pulled back off James’s shaft. The muscles in her belly convulsed. Her diamanté pendant bounced against her tummy. She said, ‘Oh yes, my darling, oh, oh, oh, fucking yes!’ She toppled sideways, her left leg straight and pointing upwards at a forty-five degree angle. Daphne held that pose, giving Sarah a clear view of her glistening flaccid sex.
The bitch was showing off! Look at me! I just came, hard and wet and glorious!
Daphne wasn’t the only one who was wet. Sarah’s new thong panties were saturated. Nobody had touched her but the exhibition she’d just witnessed had made her incredibly horny. And girls weren’t supposed to be ‘visual’? Maybe some weren’t but she certainly was, it seemed.
It couldn’t be over. Daphne had climaxed but James was still stiff and, it looked to Sarah, even bigger than before.
He threw Sarah a glance and then rolled sideways away from her, but just long enough to take Daphne by her hips and heave her body over him and plonk her down between himself and Sarah. Their legs splayed apart, her right one overlapping his left. She took hold of his shaft again. He cupped her mound and curled two fingers down into her sex.
This was their interlude, Sarah surmised. Daphne was recovering her lust, if she’d ever lost it, and she was maintaining his. His dabbling fingers made wet sounds. They lay, just toying, for a few minutes before his free hand came up, reached over and ‘pinged’ Daphne’s nipple with a flick of his finger.
Her ‘Ouch’ was a pleased one. ‘Want a reverse cowgirl next?’ she asked him.
‘Mmm.’
She sat up and straddled her man again, facing his feet. Her hand took hold of him and steered him to nestle between the petals of her sex. Rotating her hips, she sank down, slowly impaling herself. James put his hands behind his neck, ready to just lie there and enjoy.
Daphne leant forwards to grip his thick thighs just above his knees. She rocked slowly to and fro, building up speed until her breasts were bouncing wildly, then switched to rotating her hips. James put a flat palm on the small of her back and pushed her down gently until her face was between his ankles.
‘He loves this angle,’ Daphne mumbled into the bedclothes. ‘It does nice things for me, as well.’
James’s hips rose off the bed, bearing Daphne with them. Very slowly, his face contorted with restrained glee, he lowered and raised her, over and over.
Sarah imagined where the pressure would be, inside Daphne, and what it might feel like. She made another mental note for when she saw Jack again.
Still lifting and lowering, James sucked on his own index finger and reached out to the crease of Daphne’s bottom. Sarah squirmed. She knew that some people had anal sex but it wasn’t something she’d thought about. In fact, it was something she’d avoided contemplating.
James’s wrist turned. Jesus! He was working his finger into Daphne’s bottom!
The woman gasped, ‘Two fingers, please, darling.’
Sarah could hardly believe it. How incredibly full Daphne had to feel. Not even thinking about it, Sarah slid the hand that wasn’t toying with her breast up under her short kilt. It was only when Daphne caught her eye and grinned that Sarah realised what she’d been caught doing. She blushed and almost withdrew her hand but stopped herself. The horny couple had hired her to watch them because they wanted to be appreciated. It was actually part of Sarah’s job to show them that what they were doing excited her. If she was going to earn her pay, she mustn’t be modest.
She could play the slut. How hard could it be? What would a slut do under these circumstances? That was easy. Instead of pulling her hand back and pretending it hadn’t been up her kilt, she reached up higher, got a grip on her thong and pulled it down her thighs, over her knees and off.
‘She’s such a bad little schoolgirl,’ Daphne said. ‘I think she’s going to play with herself.’
Sarah could take a hint. Bold, now that she’d decided to give them their money’s worth, she slumped back in the chair, legs spread wide, and pulled her kilt right up to her tummy. There! They weren’t the only exhibitionists here!
Now that she’d exposed herself, what next? For now, a little fondling. After that, well, she’d se
e where the spirit moved her. Feeling incredibly liberated, Sarah bracketed her clit between two fingers and slowly worked its sheath up and down.
Daphne didn’t say anything but she sat up, reached down and began to caress herself in exactly the same way. That was better than words. Sarah felt warm emotions flood her. She’d never seriously considered sex with another girl and what she and Daphne were doing was a sort of Sapphic exchange, but it was a safe one, because they weren’t actually touching each other.
Daphne panted, ‘She’s bad, James, perhaps the naughtiest little schoolgirl we’ve ever had. Oh, so bad, so very, very bad, so …’ Her belly writhed. She sucked air, made a sound that was almost a giggle but from very deep inside, and flopped sideways.
Sarah had done that to her, or at least, she’d contributed. How could she not feel proud?
And James’s erection still stood, glistening and angry. Without thinking, Sarah reached out to the waiting vibrator and caressed it, comparing it to the real shaft not five feet away. They were about the same size. The imitation one was cool but yielding. Still stroking her clit, she raised the pink plastic to her lips and gave its dome a flat-tongued lick.
James groaned. Because of what she’d done? Experimenting, she worked the blunt end between her lips and gave it a hollow-cheeked suck.
James groaned again.
Daphne sat up and looked across his body towards Sarah. ‘She wants you, James. I can see it in her eyes, the bad, bad girl! I’d better cover your eyes so that she can’t tempt you.’ Daphne climbed to her feet on the bed.
James sat up against the pile of pillows at the bed’s head. Daphne braced herself with one hand on the wall and the other knotted in his hair. The foot furthest from Sarah lifted up, its toes pointed elegantly, and Daphne stepped over James’s right shoulder. Her legs bent, bringing her sex down to the level of his face. The hand in his hair twisted his head away from Sarah and to Daphne’s sex.
‘I’m so strung out on sex,’ Daphne said, ‘that I’ll come very quickly this time. Tongue me, darling! Hard and fast!’
His tongue extended. The angle gave Sarah a clear view. It slithered between Daphne’s lips, flattened, and flipped up, right across his lover’s engorged clit. It lapped, long and strong, but as fast as a kitten at a bowl of cream. Daphne had been right to brag about his skills.
James couldn’t see Sarah, not with his face half turned away. Daphne’s head had fallen back and her eyes were screwed tight shut. Sarah didn’t know if she’d have dared do it with their eyes on her, but she dropped the hand that held the vibrator to her lap, turned its base to make it hum and worked its head between the lips of her own sex.
She gave a little start. The shaft was pressed against her clit. The effect of the vibrations was almost, but not quite, overwhelming. Why hadn’t someone told her?
Daphne took hold of James’s head with both hands. Her other leg bent up and passed over his shoulder. His big hands cupped her bottom to hold her in place. The tall slender woman bent her back, leaning herself away from her man while pressing her mound harder against his mouth. And still she bent, folding her back like it was hinged at her waist. Her head dipped lower and lower, to level with her bum, then further, all the way down and tucking in until the top of her head rested on his belly and his shaft’s head was touching her just under her chin. Her hands flattened on the bed beside his thick thighs. The upside-down position spread her ribs like a fan and hollowed her tummy. Gravity removed the slight sag of her breasts so that her nipples pointed almost towards her face.
Jesus! Sarah was half Daphne’s age but she doubted she was that flexible. In fact, she knew she wasn’t. And to think that she’d assumed, like many her age, that if older people still made love, it was missionary style, once a month.
Daphne’s mouth opened wide. James’s cock just naturally slid between her lips.
Sarah pressed the vibrator hard against her pubic bone with her clit trapped between them.
James’s hands lifted Daphne’s bottom a few inches, moving her entire body upwards, drawing her lips back up his shaft. He lowered her, impaling her mouth. Again, faster. And again. Daphne wasn’t moving a muscle. She hung limp, just letting him use her mouth to masturbate with.
Her breasts jiggled. Her belly button pendant glittered as it shook. James accelerated and now his hips were coming up as he lowered Daphne, driving his shaft deeper and deeper into her mouth.
A sudden urge made Sarah push the vibrating dildo up inside herself while the fingers of her free hand strummed her straining clit. The timing was perfect for, at that moment, James threw his head back, jerked his hips up and roared.
As Sarah was riding her own internal convulsions, Daphne’s throat was working. She was swallowing.
The image triggered Sarah’s aftershock.
Daphne raised her calves up from behind James, pointed her legs straight up, then tumbled away from him onto her tummy. James slumped down and rolled onto his side.
Daphne slithered off the bed and patted her man’s shoulder. ‘Take a little nap, darling. We’ve got all evening.’ She sauntered over to where Sarah sat.
Sarah brushed her kilt down, just in case the no contact’ rule was about to be broken, but Daphne ignored her and helped herself to a sandwich and a can of cola.
‘How on earth can you bend yourself like that?’
‘Yoga, sweet cheeks.’ Daphne gestured to the snacks. ‘Take a break. His second climax always takes much longer. You’re booked till midnight, I believe, but if we go past that, there’ll be a nice little bonus in it for you.’
5
MS VERONICA TOLD Sarah, ‘Now you don’t owe me a penny and I imagine you got a nice tip as well, right?’
Sarah nodded.
‘How was it?’
‘I think they were pleased.’
‘I meant, how was it for you?’
Sarah blushed and shuffled. ‘It was OK.’
‘Just OK? You didn’t enjoy yourself, not even a little bit?’
‘Um …’
‘They’re exhibitionists, remember. They like to talk about what they do. According to them, you got off, three times.’
Sarah couldn’t help grinning. ‘Four. They missed one. Too busy.’
‘I’m pleased. Was it educational?’
‘Those two – they’re very – um – inventive.’
‘That’s a perk in this business. You learn all sorts of things. Your boyfriend will be happy about that.’
‘About my boyfriend – did Jack call you?’
‘Not yet. Who knows, he might call tomorrow, or the next day, but meanwhile, seeing that you had such a good time, shall I sign you up?’
Sarah sank into the office chair. ‘I don’t know. I was very lucky with that couple. I wasn’t expected to do anything …’
‘Thank me. I never send a girl out on a date unless I’m sure she can handle it.’
‘You get many like those two? I’d date them, anytime.’
‘I told you, they’re twice a year, her birthday and his. As you can probably guess, your date was in celebration of his birthday. Our clients are all different. We get a lot of corporate business – escorting out-of-town visitors. Half the time, all they want is eye candy on their arms.’
‘The other half?’
‘My girls only ever do what they’re comfortable with. As it happens, I have two clients to match up this coming weekend, both of them well within your comfort range.’
Two dates meant two thousand dollars, plus tips. Sarah couldn’t help being curious. ‘They don’t want to touch their escorts?’ she asked.
‘One’s new. He’ll be in a wheelchair, I’m told. He wants a pretty nurse to push him and act as if she dotes on him at a banquet. He doesn’t want people to feel sorry for him.’
‘Poor old man.’
‘No, I’ve seen his picture. He’s not at all old. He’s quite young and good-looking.’
‘But in a wheelchair?’
‘Yes, in
a wheelchair.’
‘I could do that, I think, if I had a nurse’s uniform.’
Veronica looked Sarah up and down. ‘We could fit you out of wardrobe, I’m sure.’
‘Wardrobe?’
‘We keep some evening gowns and cocktail dresses but mainly fantasy costumes and so on, right here. Quite a few of our clients make special requests about what their dates are to wear, and we don’t expect you to have a closet full of fancy gowns, not yet, at least.’
‘You said you had two clients that you haven’t matched up yet for this weekend. What does the other one expect from his date?’
‘He’s something like your date last night. He doesn’t want to fuck you, if you’ll excuse the expression. Like them, he just wants you to be there.’
‘Watching?’
‘No. He wants to touch his date. In fact, he wants to touch her a lot, but he’s very gentle and he’s not interested in penetration, not with his dick, at least.’
‘I’m confused.’
‘He worships women’s bodies. He likes to look at them, stroke them, kiss and caress them, even make them climax, but his date wouldn’t have to do anything to him and, as I said, no penetration. I’m not sure if he jerks off or not, but you could handle that, after last night.’
‘Handle what?’
‘Not his cock, silly. He does that for himself. You’d never have any contact with his genitals, none at all.’
‘James – last night – he stroked himself.’
‘And how was that for you?’
Sarah thought about how she’d felt. ‘Interesting.’
‘Good. I’m glad you have an open mind. You could go a long way in this business, Sarah.’
‘I’m not sure that I want to.’
‘But two thousand dollars, for two nights’ easy work, that interests you.’
‘It does,’ Sarah admitted.
‘Then that’s settled. Let’s go check wardrobe, shall we?’
‘Wardrobe’ proved to be a large room that was lined with racks of dresses and costumes, all in plastic bags. It was fascinating. Apart from prom night at high school, Sarah hadn’t had any occasions to wear formal dresses, and certainly not any in the slinky and sophisticated styles she saw here. There were velvet gowns and some in fabrics that Veronica told her were called ‘liquid metal’, because that was exactly what they looked like. Several were trimmed with lace and a few were all lace, mainly in black. A woman would have to be extremely daring to wear one of those in public. The thought of doing that brought a warm glow to Sarah’s cheeks, and to her sex.
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