“Look I'll give you another £60, on-top of the £40 that I've just given you – So that's £100 just for doing something that your clearly already horny for Sammy?”
“So you'd give me a £100 if I agree to go all the way..?”
“No, I'll give you another £60, as you've had £40 off me already!” he laughed.
I thought for a moment, and then delivered my final decision, as I said “No, I'm sorry, I just can't – It's just not right, especially for money...”
“You can't deny that you're feeling horny though,” he asked, as I noted that his finger was still deeply buried between my thighs, before he concluded with “just look at how wet you are for me?”
“I know, but I just can't...”
We continued our mutual masturbation session, having agreed to disagree over the matter of sexual intercourse, but he had left me considering the money, as at just 18, £100 was a serious amount of money, but I knew that deep in my heart that it just wasn’t right.
With our evening looking like it was drawing to a natural conclusion, he made one last bid, to encourage me to change my mind, as he suggested that he could get the boss at the arcade to increase my hourly rate from the minimum of £4 per hour to £6.50 per hour on a permanent basis, if I agreed to have sex with him, just this once – here and now.
“You can really do that?” I naively asked
“Of course, you deserve it anyway..!” he laughed
I thought about his offer for a moment, and I knew that the pay rise really would make a big difference to me, so I got him to promise that he’d actually do that for me if I agreed. I was never going to admit it, but I was also really wet by this stage, at just the thought of having sex with such an older guy in a remote car-park so, without thinking too much about it, I eventually just said “Okay, deal...”
Before I knew it, my trousers had been unceremoniously ripped off along with my sports knickers, and his cock was soon desperately prodding at the entrance of my wet but tight entrance, as I lay there with my thighs parted on the back-seat. I asked him if he had a condom and although he said no, he gave me his word that he wouldn’t cum inside me, so I agreed as long as he promised me that he’d just do it for a bit and then pull out before he ‘came’. He then covered his cock with a liberal smearing of his own saliva and began to gradually inch it inside of me.
“How fucking tight are you?” he commented, as he gently kissed my forehead, with just half of his cock inside me, as he fought his way in.
“Well I haven’t had kids have I?” I replied, making a side-swipe to his overly-chavvy girlfriend, who always seemed to have at least two grubby kids by her side.
“Are you sure that you’re not a virgin..?” he asked, as he struggled to get and further inside me.
Feeling as though he was calling my a liar, I said “I've had sex before, loads of times – with Steve.”
Eventually, after a lot of awkward posturing, he managed to get about three quarters of the way in and settled for that, before getting a good rhythm going as I held onto his slightly chubby and hairy bum for support. He went to try to remove my bra, but I told him it was staying firmly put, as I was so self-conscious about my small, but pert breasts, which have thankfully nowadays blossomed into a proud C-cup.
He urged me to talk dirty to him, but I really didn’t know what to say to make this experience seem any more naughty than it clearly already was, so I just said, over and over again “Just fuck me Warren…”.
The feeling of his bare cock, thrusting deeply inside me was incredibly intense, and all the more so because quite unlike when I had first made love with Steve, this was oh so forbidden, for I worked for him and he already had a girlfriend. Just the thought that I should never have been doing this in a million years turned me on in such indescribable ways! I felt that with just a little more effort, that he could actually make me orgasm, just from the bizarreness of this situation. My repeated instruction, telling him to just fuck me seemed to work for him, although it cut my own personal pleasure short, as within about three minutes he withdrew suddenly, and began to shot his thick load of warm white semen over my belly and the base of my parted black work shirt.
After a little recovery time on both of our parts, he told me how gorgeous he had found fucking me, and explained how he’d love for me to do it all again with him next week, but I wasn't really listening, I just felt relieved that he didn’t actually cum inside me. I also quite pretty embarrassed that my belly was now covered in his filthy spunk and I was also worried about how I’d clean myself up, and the danger of it dribbling down further and into me. As I tried to piece together my clothes, and put my knickers back on, I was suddenly also extremely concerned about the amount of semen that had landed on my black shirt tail and how I would clean that off before my arrival back home, where my worried parents would no doubt be waiting for me! Thankfully, we used the serviettes from our MacDonald’s to clean off as much as we could before hopping back into the front so that he could drop me back to my parents.
As we drove along the deserted seafront, I suddenly realised that I didn’t have my other £60 that he'd said that he'd give me, for agreeing to let him fuck me, so I gingerly asked for it. He coolly said he didn’t have it on him, as he pulled over into the high street.
“Well when am I going to get my £60 then?” I asked
“I thought you were joking, you know - wanting even more money?” he laughed, before adding “I thought you wanted to have sex, just as much as I did?”
“No. You said £60 and a pay rise...!” I barked, with my blue eyes widened and quite obviously angry.
“Okay, okay...!” he finally conceded, before we stopped at the cash point again on the way home, but he only returned with £20 stating he’d reached his daily limit and that he’d give me the other £40 once he got paid. What could I say, but to believe him, as we then sped off, and whizzed through the streets and back to my parents house, whilst sharing a post-sex cigarette, followed by an extra strong mint, as I thought of my excuses in case they were stood at the door waiting for me.
Once I was safely indoors, he speed off and my Dad came downstairs asking who that was in the noisy car. Even before I could reply, he immediately smelt the smoke on me, so I got well and truly told off! It was a small mercy to only get told off for the cigarette though, if he only knew the truth about what I’d really been up to!
I had to leave the arcade job a few months after that as it was obvious from comments that I kept hearing, that Warren had told all his mates what we'd done on that fateful evening, and it was only a matter of time before his horrible rough girlfriend would find out and come in to scratch my eyes out ,and pull my hair out in front of everyone.
That was over four years ago, and as you know, nowadays I work in a bank after just about scraping my way through my A Levels, but I occasionally walk past the arcade on my lunch break just so Warren can see me, all dressed up in my uniform and high heels, just to show him how well I’ve done for myself since that very first time that I accepted cash for sex.
By the way, I never did see the remainder of that money though, and in the end, that meant that I’d sold myself for the first time for just a measly £60. It did make me feel incredibly cheap, and to add to that, he also never managed to get me that so-called promised pay rise, which led to some very awkward shifts together over the next few months – and no further trips to the car-park!
Chapter 11 - Cheating With Her Ex-Boyfriend
Once again, I’m going to share one of my early sexual experiences, and in this chapter I was again 18 and all this occurred about six weeks after my first non-official first escorting experience at the beach car-park with Warren for just £60. After that initial naughty experience, I was left feeling quite pent up with something, I don’t know what exactly, but looking back, I believe that Warren had ignited my sexual hunger for new and exciting experiences and I was left eager for another experience, not of the same kind, not for money, but this t
ime for for my own pleasure, rather for the need of some guy that just wants to make himself cum...
The only problem was, I was still quite shy and didn’t really know where to look for it, as all of the opposite sex that I knew were just boys, and not men, what I wanted was a man, a real man, like in magazines and movies that I watched. Although there was a fair amount of work-time banter between me and Warren, since that fateful night, I held back from agreeing to meet him again, or starting a full-blown affair with him. I wanted to meet someone new, but I simply didn’t have the confidence to hang round the local bars and look confident and alluring like some 18 year olds could. I thought that even if I did, no one would even try and chat me up anyway, as I had a small chest, and was skinny, as I was a late developer, with mousey blonde hair, rather than being platinum blonde, as it is dyed nowadays. My make-up was very discreet unlike it is now, with my dark eyes and bright lipstick. I’d been to bars a few times with the girls from college, but with me so petite and shy in male company, I used to just clam up when occasionally approached, so I was left feeling like I was just getting lost in the crowds.
Then something strange happened that set off a stream of events...
As I’ve mentioned before, I have a younger brother and a sister, Kayleigh who is just a year younger than me. Kayleigh had a boyfriend called Tom who she’d dated for about four months so that was serious at her age. I quite liked him as he was a year older than me and two years older than her at 19, but she was making him wait ,just as I had done with Steve, as she wasn’t ready to give her cherry to him just yet. Then, one day, a bombshell arrived; a friend of hers told her that he was seen in a bar with another girl, a girl even younger than her and that they were kissing passionately. So without a second thought, and feeling totally heart-broken, she dumped him and that was on a Sunday afternoon.
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By the following Friday she was still trying to get over the shock of what she thought had happened and my Mum decided to take her to ‘Cribs Causeway’ for a pick-me-up shopping trip. My dad was away at football with my brother, so I was left home alone, after a morning flicking through my brothers porn magazines which he thought were so well hidden!
I'd played with myself for a good hour as I laid on my single bed, until I reached the point where I really wanted something more, but I couldn’t think what to do next. I could have popped down to the arcade, as I knew that Warren was on duty, but I also knew that all that would probably happen would be for him to agree to drag me into the small toilet for a knee shuffler, as he would be unable to leave his post. I knew that that simply wouldn't be enough for me. I wished that I owned a proper vibrator, a phallic shaped sex toy, something to put me out of my sexual frustration, but I also really the needed the courage to go into a shop and actually buy my own sex toy, but I just didn’t have the confidence of my other girlfriends.
So, whilst feeling increasing frustrated, and in a moment of extreme madness I sent Tom a text message, and said that Kayleigh wanted to talk to him, and asked if he could come over to the house?
I was worried that he would text her straight back, but after an anxious hour of waiting, the doorbell rang at about 2pm and I opened it, having dressed myself up in my little black dress that I wore to my college Christmas party with Steve. I knew that he liked it, as he’d fallen out with kayleigh before by commenting on how nice I looked in it, on that night.
He stepped into the house and asked where Kayleigh was? After a brief pause, I told him the truth, I told him that I was lonely and was really honest with him, after lying in-order to get him to come round. I told him that I just wanted to have some fun, I couldn’t believe my sudden new found my confidence, but after a morning playing with myself I had worked my sexual button up to the point of exploding.
He was a bit confused by the whole situation and so went to sit in the lounge, but I steered him towards my bedroom, as I said “Come up and sit with me for a bit, I know I've been a prat for asking you to come over, but now that you're here...”
“Okay.” he agreed, as he followed me upstairs and towards my pink bedroom.
We both sat on my bed for the next half an hour and chatted about random topics, making small talk, but then I suddenly lunged forward, looking quite desperate I'm sure – as I attempted to kiss him. He broke away instantly, and told me that what happened with the other girl wasn’t true and that he was upset that Kayleigh didn’t believe him.
I told him not to worry about Kayleigh, and I tried to kiss him again, but he kept going on about her so out of total desperation I said “Look I've got an idea, why don’t you have some fun with me, as I know that she hasn’t let you actually have sex with her, after waiting for months and, unlike her, I actually love sex!?”
“But I thought you only slept with Steve..?”
“We split up ages ago Tom, you know that don't you?”
“Well yes, but I just thought, you know after you made him wait so long, that you wouldn't be sleeping around now, that’s all?”
“You think that I'm sleeping around, do you?” I barked.
“Well no, but this is all a bit weird.”
I paused, and then wanting to show him that I was now fully sexually mature, I said “You know what, I did sleep with someone else, after Steve, and it was just a few weeks ago.”
“Really, who?”
“Just some older guy from the arcade, and he fucked me in the back of his car, so sex really isn't a big thing for me now – it's just about enjoying it, whenever you can...”
“Christ! This is all really weird now…” he muttered
“It’s just sex,” I protested, adding “everyone does it, don’t they, so don’t you fancy me or something?”
He paused for a moment, trying to take in the situation that he had suddenly found himself in. I gently stroked his thigh and pressed “So you don’t fancy me then,” before adding “That’s okay, I guess…”
“No, I do, but I’m supposed to be going out with your little sister..!” he explained.
“Look she’s dumped you, after hearing about you with someone else, so what better way to get back at her than to have sex with me?”
“You’re a little bit crazy, I think!” he laughed.
I thought that he was about to walk out and leave, but then he leant towards me and finally accepted one of my soothing kisses, I don’t think he could believe what was happening to be honest. I opened my mouth widely and allowed his tongue full access to my warm and willing mouth, as I kissed him back passionately. He stroked my hair as we kissed, before I began to motion for him to remove his T-shirt for me. Over the following few minutes, with a little encouragement from myself, he had stripped himself naked, taking his T-shirt, jeans and boxer shorts off in quick succession. He was left sat on my pink Hello Kitty bedsheets, totally naked, with his cock already expectantly erect. I wasted no time in leaning over him, bending down and taking his fully erect length into my mouth, shocking myself with my new found confidence, but I had to admit I had had a couple of glasses of vodka whilst nervously waiting for the doorbell to ring. Although I felt incredibly bad as I began to lick and engulf his bare cock, I knew that Warren was to blame, as he had accelerated my journey into this sexual liberalism, at far too fast a rate, just a few weeks ago. He clearly loved the feeling of me sucking on his penis, but little did he know that he was only the third guy that I’d ever actually given a blow job too, as I acted as if I was a seasoned professional. I was growing in confidence all the while, and feeling confident about my own technique, but as soon as I got into a rhythm, wanking and sucking him, he told me to stop as he was worried that he might cum and waste our moment.
As I allowed him some much needed recovery time, I asked “So were you with another girl, like my sister said?”
He paused briefly, clearly not wanting to ruin his chances with me, but then – clearly unable to lie, he said “Yeah, I was...”
“And did you sleep with her?”
Shamefull
y, he responded with “Yeah I did, but it was rubbish....”
“What the sex was rubbish..?”
“Yeah, awful – she had no idea what she was doing, not like you...”
“So it was never worth losing my sister over then?”
“No way, not like this – I've never had a blow job like that before!”
Feeling hugely complimented and not wanting to further lose our momentum, I sat over him and encouraged him to lower down the straps of my little black dress to expose my braless chest, and my overly-erect nipples, I had been far too embarrassed to share my small breasts with Warren, but on this occasion, with Tom being so much younger I was fine and loving the feeling of exposing them to him. He leant forwards and eagerly played with my erect nipples and then shocked me by admitted that he’d always fantasised about this happening but never though it would actually become a reality.
I then asked him “Have you ever wanked over the thought of me then?”
“Yes, quite a few times…” he dared to admit.
Having suitably stroked my fragile ego even more-so, he then helped me to slide out my black dress completely to then discover that I wasn’t wearing any knickers at all. He took a moment to take in the neatly trimmed soft pubic hair that graced the lilly white skin of my crotch, before I said “You can touch me, down there, if you like.” as I reached for his nervous hand.
He reached forwards, running his fingers over my soft hair, before lowering his touch, and making contact with my engorged, but tightly closed labia.
“Why don't you rub me a little, and encourage me to open up for you?” I asked, as I swept my hair to the side and lay back on the bed for him, with my thighs widely parted.
He crouched between my thighs, as he began to explore me, gently rubbing at my delicate lips, before daring to prize them apart, in-order to discover the womanly wetness that awaited him inside me. I felt his index finger gently intrude into my soft pink wetness, as I tried to reach forwards, to make contact with his bare cock. I couldn't quite reach, but then, as his invading finger sunk deeper into my folds, those thoughts were quickly displaced, as I felt the intense pleasure of his delving and probing finger.
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