“My goodness, someone has a sensitive pussy this morning.”
He withdrew his fingers, and I smiled, not dare telling him I thought of another man and not him.
He took off his pants and underwear before he walked to the end of the table. I sat up, scooting to the end of it, opening my legs wide. It was the perfect height for our bodies. He lifted his member, aimed it at my pussy and within seconds was inside me, thrusting hard. I held his arms, pushing into him, once again thinking of Mark, wondering if his cock was big, small, long or short. Anything belonging to him would probably drive me crazy. I bucked against the doc’s body more, riding him, lifting myself, imaging doing this with Mark.
I whimpered as I held on to the doc. If I had to give up this profession so I could have Mark, would I? Could I afford to? Could I put my needs above that of my son?
I bit my lip, tasting blood as my pussy pulled and then I set my head back and cried out, knowing I had done the doc a big favor by tightening around his shaft. Within minutes, it brought about his own release. He pulled out, and I lay back, trying to catch my breath.
“I have never known you to be so vocal, Emma. My cock must be getting more skilled.”
“It has always been that way,” I said, sitting up.
“You are in fine health, and I will see you next month.”
Chapter Six
I did not know how to break the news to Mark that on the next appointment he would need to wait in the street, because my client was a Member of Parliament.
“I am right here on the pavement should you run into any trouble,” he said.
I leaned over and kissed him before hurrying inside.
It was not the MP’s house but his private place to meet me for our weekly appointment. Once again he was a creature of habit. He would be already nude and on the bed by the time I arrived. I quickly undressed in the anteroom and then went into the bedroom to find him reading the paper. He put it down when he saw me.
“You are five minutes late.”
“Sorry, I will make it up to you.”
I headed to the bed. He nodded for me to start. I spread my legs and put my finger on my clit and went to work pleasuring myself. He touched his cock, sliding his hand up and down the faster I rubbed my little nub and groaned.
“Come for me,” he said.
I was not quite there, but I called out and pretended I had. I climbed onto the bed, crawling to him, leaning over and taking his now erect shaft into my mouth. He ran his hands through my hair as I licked its tip and then took it back inside. He groaned, and he scraped his fingertips against my scalp.
“Dear girl, that is divine, but stop right now.”
I sat up and then flopped down beside him, him turning over so he could suck my nipples. I played with the curly bits of hair at the nape of his neck, drawing in my breath as he flicked his tongue at my tits before running downward and stopping at my navel. He pushed my legs apart before exploring my folds with his fingers.
“I think I would like you on your stomach today.” I rolled over onto my side. “Better still on all fours.”
I had barely gotten up onto my knees when his cock slid into me. He held my breasts, thrusting so hard he almost lifted me off the bed.
“Play with yourself for me,” he whispered.
I reached down between my legs, circling my pussy, purposely rubbing the edge of his cock. I turned my attention to my clit, teasing it as his balls smacked the base of my ass. I closed my eyes, visualizing the nub swollen, waiting for Mark to suck it, touch it, and then take me over the edge.
It was all I needed to do to bring about a climax. I tried to get my breath back while his thrusts were about to bring about another.
Would Mark make my body feel this way? I groaned, wanting nothing more than to fall flat onto the bed, dream and enjoy my fantasy about him being my lover. However, I was working, and this was my job to service my client, not myself.
I pushed my bottom backward, used all my muscles to tighten my pussy, and heard him pant louder. His thrusts grew harder, and then he found his release.
He ran his fingertips along my spine, resting his head on my back before pulling out of me.
“Stay in that position.” He slapped my ass and laughed. “I have to travel on Tuesday of next week so I need to change my appointment to Thursday,” he said, getting off the bed.
“That is no problem,” I said, sitting on the bed and letting my legs dangle over the edge. He handed me the money, which I took, knowing my little boy would be getting toys under the tree this Christmas.
* * * *
Mark leaned against a gaslight, reading a paper when I came out of the building. “It is freezing and I am hoping wherever you are going next I will be allowed inside.”
“You will love it. It is a big house on Camden Street. And both men will not mind you waiting by the fire.”
“Both?”
The next clients were two of my favorite. Young men, well endowed, orgasm a certainty for me. Mark blushed again, and it made me want him more.
Teddy and Nigel waited for me on the second floor. The servant had shown Mark into the library, and he had settled in on the couch with tea and a book.
“Are we going to have our usual fun today?” asked Teddy, unbuttoning the top of my dress.
“I hope so.”
Nigel lifted my dress and then took off my stockings and underwear. Teddy proceeded to unbutton my dress before letting it fall to the floor.
“I think you get more delightful each time we see you, dear Emma,” said Teddy.
The two were old friends, both in need of some sex despite having wives, and had decided ménage a trois was something they would like along with spankings.
Teddy kissed me while Nigel ran his hands over my ass. They walked me over to the bed where Nigel sat and Teddy got behind me. Nigel leaned back on his elbows with his already erect cock sitting up, waiting for my mouth. I leaned over, resting my hands on the mattress, licking its head before slipping it over my tongue. Teddy ran his hand down my crack, quickly finding my pussy opening. His long middle finger went inside me.
“Is she doing her job well today?” Teddy asked Nigel.
“This girl can do no wrong,” said Nigel.
“In that case a reward,” said Teddy, slipping another finger inside me.
I once again thought of Mark as I took more of Nigel into my mouth.
“Steady on, you’ll bite the thing off, and then where will I be?” asked Nigel.
I had not realized I had almost bitten him until he had spoken.
“Is she hot and wet?” asked Nigel.
“Boiling,” said Teddy. He removed his fingers, and Nigel pulled out of my mouth.
He got off the bed and stood beside Teddy as the two spanked me. Would Mark like to do this sort of thing? I imagined him blushing.
The men stopped and climbed onto the bed, each setting their heads on pillows. I got up on it and crawled toward them and kneeled in between them, grabbing both their cocks and running my hands up and down their shafts.
“Who is going to have her first today?” asked Teddy.
“I am.”
Nigel grabbed me and flung me onto my back. He quickly entered me as Teddy lay beside us, pulling on my nipples. I brought my legs up and crossed them over Nigel’s ass, allowing him to slide deep.
Mark was inside me. I was positive I saw him over my body, driving deep within me. I cried out, as I came. And then my pussy pulled, and I could not catch my breath as another one built.
Someone watched us. The door was slightly ajar, and I was positive I saw someone’s eyes through the crack. Mark?
Nigel found his own release and soon Teddy was on his back, encouraging me to straddle him. He lifted his cock, and as always, I impaled myself on it, leaning toward him as I rode him. Nigel stroked my back as I bounced on Teddy’s legs.
I should have been paying attention to my clients, but instead I looked over my shoulder. Someone w
as definitely watching us.
Nigel slapped my ass, and I rode Teddy harder, my breasts bouncing up and down as I thought of Mark inside me. I tightened my pussy allowing Teddy’s cock to push against my walls, and my climax built. I lifted my chin and cried out, having one of the best orgasms since I had worked as an escort.
I could not continue and pulled off Teddy and then lay on my back, trying to get my breath back and my mind off Mark.
“I am sorry. I felt a little lightheaded,” I told the two men.
“Oh dear, how about some water? I can open the window,” suggested Nigel.
“No, and if you do not mind, I think I will have to cut our appointment short. No charge for today,” I said, getting up off the bed.
“Of course.”
I dressed quickly, looking at the door and seeing no one there. Was I so obsessed with Mark my mind played games with me?
Chapter Seven
It was now or never, and that night back at my house, I walked out without my robe and stood in front of Mark. He got up to cover me with his coat, but I stopped him.
“I want you to see what I look like.”
“And now I have seen you. There is no denying you are a beautiful young woman, but I would like you to put some clothes on.”
I looked at his crotch. He had an erection, which really did not mean anything. He was a man. That was how men reacted to seeing a naked woman before them. It did not mean they wanted her or had feelings for her.
“You can touch me,” I said.
“I do not want to do that. I might be a widower, but I still love my wife. She is the only woman I will ever love.”
“I understand that, but you have needs. I have needs.”
“And they are not met when you fuck men all day?”
His words stung me like a slap across the face. “Maybe if I had a man of my own I would not need to work as an escort.”
“I am sure there are plenty of men who are looking for a wife.”
I kneeled in front of him, pulling his hand before he had a chance to protest. I placed his palm over my right breast and held it there. He tried to pull it away, but I was determined he would not. Finally, he gave up, and I smiled when he wrapped his fingers around it, squeezing hard. He raised his other and touched the nipple of my other breast. He ran his thumb across it. Such a simple act, but yet it brought me more pleasure than any of the men who had penetrated me that day.
I closed my eyes, letting him play with each nipple, touching them gently and then rolling them between his thumb and middle finger. I opened my eyes so I could reach for his fly, popping each button. He looked at me, but did not protest. I glided my hand inside, feeling his cock, hard and hot. Judging by what I felt and having experience of many men, I knew it was larger than average.
I creamed, imaging it inside me. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, feeling him roll my nipples harder. I moved my palm up and down, looking at his face to see any reaction, disgust, lust or maybe the look of a man who truly wanted me. I could not tell what he thought despite the fact I had always been an expert on reading men’s faces and anticipating their needs.
As I caressed his balls, he drew in his breath. I switched back to his cock, teasing it, exciting it in a way all my clients loved. I flicked its tip and then drove my hand downward deep into his crotch. It pulsed against my palm, and he let go of my breasts, fell backward and widened his thighs, giving me access to him.
“God forgive me,” he mumbled as he bucked against my hand and found his release. He cried, and I got onto the couch beside him, cradling him like a baby.
“It is okay,” I whispered into his ear.
“I should not have touched you. I should not have let you touch me.”
“It is normal to want to touch and pleasure one another. You want to touch my pussy?”
“No, I cannot touch you ever again.” He stood and fastened his pants. “I will be back to watch over you, but I need a beer.”
He headed out the door. I placed the side of my face on my outstretched arms, almost wanting to cry. Tonight had been a start. Any man, even one like Mark, could be broken.
Chapter Eight
The first client of the following day was a country gentleman. Mark had not said much on the ride there. He would mostly looked out the window as the city turned to countryside.
“I might walk around the grounds while you’re… Whatever it is you will be doing.”
It was a cold morning, but he headed off to the side of the property, pulling up the collar on his overcoat. I hurried inside to be met by one of the servants.
“His lordship is waiting for you,” said the young girl taking my cloak.
I knew where he would be as I climbed the stairs to the first floor and then headed to the bathroom. Lord Davers was soaking in the tub, smoking his usual cigar.
“Ah, there is my girl.”
“Good morning, your lordship,” I said.
“Damn cold one.”
I took off my clothes as Lord Davers watched and puffed on his cigar. Once I was naked, I walked over to the tub and kneeled beside it, putting my hand into the water and immediately touching his cock and balls.
“It is raring to go today so I hope you are ready.”
I stood and put one foot on the side of the tub so he could see my pussy.
“Looks as if that is raring to go too.”
I climbed over the edge and got into the bath with him. The water was tepid, but I tried not to shiver. I sat opposite him. Lord Davers moved his foot so his big toe was placed over my clit. I put my arms on the sides and relaxed as he massaged it back and forth.
“You going to come for me soon? My foot is growing tired.”
I was not anywhere near ready so I pretended and cried out.
“Fake if ever I heard one,” he said, getting out of the tub. “When you come your tits stand up like soldiers. Look at them, they are floppy.”
I looked down at my chest. My nipples had given me away, and perhaps next time I should think of Mark again.
“Come along. Let us go to the bedroom where hopefully nothing will be fake.”
I followed him along the hallway, both of us naked, but servants were not allowed on the first floor while I visited.
He pushed opened the door to his room and walked over to the bed and stood by one of the posts. He took his riding crop from the chair and then came toward me. A memory of the other day flashed before me as he struck my buttocks with it.
“Such a naughty girl.”
He spanked me again. I turned around, allowing him to push the end of the crop between my legs. He drew it back and forth across my clit and opening.
“A proper one this time,” he said, moving it faster.
I closed my eyes and saw Mark. I had felt his cock, but had yet to see it. I visualized what it would look like, and what an orgasm brought on by it would do to my body. I found my release as I imagined it sliding into me. My legs quivered and I cried out.
“That is more like it. Assume the position.”
I turned around, and Lord Davers’ cock penetrated my pussy. I leaned over the bed, grasping at the bed sheets as he pounded inside me. He was never a man to find release quickly, and I would probably be in this position for some time. My mind wandered again to Mark. Was he still outside? Was he cold? Could I give up all this money, my son’s future, if that was the only way I might possibly have a future with Mark?
Lord Davers grunted and groaned and finally found his release. “Very nice,” he whispered into my ear. He pulled out and then slipped the money into my pussy. “Same time next week,” he said, slapping me on the ass.
I took out the money and held it, watching him walk away. An old man who did not excite me yet was part of the way I made a living.
“We will see,” I said under my breath, hoping he had not heard me.
Chapter Nine
Mark held open the door to my house, and I went ahead of him, taking off my coat before rubbing
my hands together. Snow had started to fall on the drive home.
“Do you have a photo of your son?” he asked.
“Yes, yes, I do. Several, in fact.”
I was not sure if he had asked just to see if I had made the story up about the reason for doing what I did for a living, or if he wanted to see what Sam looked like.
I walked over to a cupboard and pulled them out. I came back to Mark and handed them to him.
He smiled when he saw my boy. “He looks like you,” he said.
“You think so? I have always thought he resembles his father.”
“No, he has your mouth and eyes.”
“And your wife? Do you have a photo of her?” I asked.
He handed me back the photos of Sam and looked at me. I wanted to see the face of the woman who had captured his heart and obviously still had control of it.
At first, I thought he did not have one or did not want to show it to me, but a few seconds later, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet and sorted through it. He offered the photo to me.
A pang of jealousy washed over me. She was pretty, petite and a blonde. I was not sure if I was really attractive. I knew the men I slept with told me that just to patronize me. And the words you’re pretty had never passed Sam’s father’s lips. One thing I knew for sure was I definitely was not petite, and I had dark hair.
“She was beautiful,” I said, handing the photo back. He bit his lip, looking as if he fought back tears. “It is going to be a cold night, and I do not have extra blankets for the couch.”
“I will just keep my clothes on and put my outer coat over me,” he said. I was about to turn away when he spoke again. “If you had another way to make a living, one where you could support yourself and provide for your boy, would you? Could you give up the work?”
I turned back. “I would, but the chances of that happening are not likely.”
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