My husband has been in Europe for the last month on business, so for me it’s been a busy time here at home. I haven’t been able to get back to my computer until now, although I’ve been pretty active in the bedroom.
I’ve been with Ricky, Tom, Frank, Stan, Jack, Edyth, and Maurice. They were mostly ordinary clients, nothing special. Stan wanted to talk about his new business more than he wanted sex. Tom was from out of town and had the impression an escort would show him around town. I told him I could do that, but perhaps there was something better I could do for him. Eventually he caught on and chose the latter. Frank was a widower who lost his wife a month before I met him. He reminded me of my grandfather. Then there was Ricky who was on his cell phone bragging to his buddies about the blow job he was getting. He even sent them a picture. Jack’s wife had just divorced him, so he was a basket case. Edyth was a bitch from Brooklyn. However, Maurice was anything but ordinary.
I told my friend Christi all about them. She told me how much she adored what I’d done in Part One and encouraged me to write more. Christi giggled when she said, “You know, Laura, I think you should take Betty up on her invitation, maybe she’d be up for a three-some.”
Christi surprised me with that. She always told me how good sex was with her husband, elaborating on and on about his huge cock. It made me jealous, and even helped me decide on becoming an escort. I looked at her saying, “I had no idea you were bi, Christi.”
“Me neither until I read your story about Betty. After I read it, I grabbed my trusty rabbit to get myself off. By the way, what made Maurice so special?”
Monsieur Maurice
There was a time when I dreamed of falling in love with a Frenchman. Maurice wasn’t really French, but he was kind and romantic like I had imagined a Frenchman to be, especially with his kisses. I just called him my French lover.
He wasn’t demanding although he knew what he wanted, and what he wanted was my pussy. After a get-to-know you cocktail, we headed to the bedroom. We passionately kissed, then undressed each other like devoted lovers who were catching up after a long absence. Slowly, Maurice gently laid me on the bed, turned me on my back and carefully parted my legs like the chivalrous Frenchman I had imagined. He pressed his hips between my thighs and pushed his cock against my clit. For a moment, he used his dick to massage my sensitive places until finally pushing the head of his erect penis past my pussy lips. Entering me was a tour de force, easing into me, pulling back, in again until eventually going deep. His rhythmic thrusts were slow at first giving me mini-orgasms until his momentum increased giving me one strong orgasm after another.
He was giving me so much pleasure I had forgotten that it was my job to pleasure him. Maurice was an amazing lover. He was a guy who knew when to “hold ’em and when to fold ’em.” He held ’em for a long time. I locked my legs around him forcing him deeper until he let out a grunt of pleasure while he spray painted my insides.
He ejaculated so deeply, his cum was still inside me when he was ready to go a second time. He said he loved the feel and the squishing sound of a cum filled pussy. We did it in the usual positions the rest of the night, always passionately giving each other mutual pleasures. For me, it was the kind of dreamy romance a girl imagines. He didn’t leave for home and his wife until four in the morning.
Football Party
I got a call late Saturday afternoon. It was Mr. Stellers. His call was unusual because all of our appointments are made at our website. This time was different. He was unusually stressed.
“Hey Laura, I need your help. It’s an emergency.”
“What’s up?” was my reply.
“Mia was to entertain at a football party tomorrow afternoon, but she miscalculated and well, you know, it’s that time of the month for her. Would you be available to be her sub?”
“I’m available but my husband is home, and it’s awkward.”
“Well, the party is in the burbs less than ten miles from you. Just tell hubby you’re going shopping.”
“Yeah but you know I don’t like making house calls.”
“Look the money is good. It’s just a couple of guys wanting some female company. The game is only three hours long, so you wouldn’t be away for long. Help me out here, babe.”
For some reason I agreed, and I’m not even a football fan. “What time is the game?” I asked.
“The game is at three-thirty tomorrow but be there at three. The guy’s name is Spencer. One more thing, the property is gated, so you’ll need a password.”
I wrote down the address and the password and went “shopping” at a palatial home in the suburbs. I gave the security guard the password and drove to the front door where a young boy, who barely looked old enough to drive, parked my car.
Spencer met me at the door and welcomed me except to say, “You’re not Mia. Where’s Mia?”
I explained that she wasn’t feeling well, and I was filling in.
“Uh, you give the same service as Mia?” he asked.
“Of course.”
“Well, you’re a little older than what we usually get at our football parties.” If Mia was an example of the escorts Spencer hired, I thought, he was right. Mia is only twenty and had been working for Everleigh since high school graduation.
“Turn around,” Spencer demanded. “Let’s see how you look.”
I turned my back to him. He came up behind me wrapping his arms around my upper body, grabbing both of my boobs.
“Hmmm,” he said as if he was squeezing melons for ripeness. “I guess you’ll do.” Go in there to the bathroom and ditch your bra and panties before you come out to meet the boys.”
I did as he said. Leaving my underwear behind, I buttoned up a tight lavender blouse making sure my nipples poked at the thin material. The short short skirt I wore barely covered my ass. My stiletto heels made me look six feet tall.
I was received enthusiastically by the boys, but it wasn’t a couple of boys like Mr. Stellers said. It was one boy and three men. There was Spencer, a black stud, and a squirrelly dude wearing a bad toupee. The boy with fuzz on his face was the kid who parked my car.
“What’s your name honey?” the toupee guy asked.
“I’m Stella,” I lied. I never use my real name when I’m working.
“The game starts in a minute. Sit over here on the couch while I mix you a drink. What are you having?” Spencer asked.
I said wine is fine.
“Okay Stella,” the stud said. “You are just what is needed to dress up this dreary house of Spencer’s. Maybe you would feel more comfortable if you would loosening up a few buttons on your blouse.”
What he meant was he was going to help me unbutton the top four buttons leaving my blouse loose and opened enough to show most of my breasts. I sat crossing my legs with the skirt hiked up to my hips when Spencer brought me a class of white wine. The game was underway. The thing was, the game wasn’t the only attraction that afternoon. Later, I became an important part of a different game, the half time entertainment.
The game was tied after the first quarter. I watched the it from time to time, but kept one eye on the kid who didn’t seem interested in football. He looked a little nerdy to me and couldn’t sit still. He would occasionally take a quick glance at me, then turn away. Eventually, he went to another room to play games on his cell phone.
In the second quarter, Spencer took it upon himself to loosen my blouse further leaving it hanging unbuttoned from my shoulders while he did a little more testing of the melons. Mr. Toupee sat next to me opposite Spencer, and let his hand play along my thigh pulling up my skirt until he found the end zone. He wasn’t shy about penetrating the goal line. Making sure his fellow football fans knew of my condition, he loudly proclaimed, “My god she’s wet! Where’s Danny? She’s smokin’ hot and ready to go the distance.”
At half time, Spencer brought the boy back into the room. The kid’s name was Danny, and was objecting the whole time. “Uncle Spence, I really don’t want to do this.”
“Well, Danny, this is the time for you to become a man.” Danny was clearly uncomfortable with that idea. “I promised your mom that we would bond like men when she asked to have you join the party. If you leave here as a virgin, your mom is gonna disown me. Anyway, it’s a family tradition and is what my dad did for me.”
“Yeah, but you’re not my dad.”
“I’m the best ya got since your dad ran off with that bimbo wife of mine last year.”
Danny avoided looking at me until I said, “Hi, Danny. I’m Stella. I don’t bite.” It brought a glimpse of a smile that faded quickly. I had his attention so I opened my legs, and played with my pussy. His face flushed in a deep red.
“Yes nephew, Stella will take care of you. She’s your fuck toy today, so don’t get your balls in a knot over this. Just stand in front of her. She’ll do the rest.”
With his resistance withering away, Danny nervously asked, “Don’t I have to put on something? You know, a rubber or something?”
“You don’t have to worry. This lady is safe and you don’t want to ruin all of the fun of feeling what’s hidden inside that hot cunt.”
The black stud interrupted and said, “Hey, Spencer, give it to the kid straight. This ain’t no lady. He’s gonna fuck a whore.”
I didn’t like his comment but decided to keep my mouth shut rather than acting like a whiny bitch. After all, there were my tips at stake.
Almost at a crawl, Danny crept in front of me. I kissed his hand and rubbed his arm trying to get him to relax. I asked him to give me a hug. Reluctantly, he came closer to give me a motherly type hug. “How old are you, Danny?”
His voice quivered when he said, “I’m almost seventeen.
“I guess that makes you almost a man. We’ll spend a little time together making it official, okay?” He just nodded.
While we had that short conversation, I loosened his belt and unzipped his jeans. He tried to turn away at first, but his uncle turned him back toward me. I lowered his pants past his knees and pulled down his briefs. My god the kid was hung. Even with a soft and limp dick, it was clear he was going to be a fun fuck. There are some cocks a girl just can’t wait to suck. Danny’s was like that.
His balls had contracted tightly to his body and were shielded by his immense penis. I cupped his nuts to give them warmth so that they would hang down naturally. Although Danny’s balls had relaxed, his cock was still flaccid. I had my work cut out for me.
“Come a little closer, Danny. Let’s have you step out of your jeans before I kiss your beautiful manhood. We’ve got to get you much harder for this to work.”
I lightly kissed the head of his dick; it twitched imperceptibly. Another trick that always works on guys is to tickle their balls which seemed to get Danny more receptive. As his cock grew, I wrapped my lips around the fat bulb at the tip. His arousal grew like I knew it would, and he was gaining momentum. Each second he got harder and harder, longer and longer until it stretched out like a balloon being inflated. It would be difficult to deep throat that magnificent pole.
When I had him halfway down, he began making guttural sounds that I recognized as a guy that wasn’t going to last long. His precum began coating my tongue, so I had to back off if he was going to get inside me before letting it all go. I squeezed his dick hard, hard enough for him to lose some intensity.
“Danny,” I whispered. “I want you inside me. I need you. Please, I want you so bad.”
Danny moved between my legs looking for the opening. He fumbled without success until I held his hard shaft, and put it in a few inches. “Oh, oh, Danny. Push it in. Push it in deeper,” I told him.
I can’t say how far he was in, but Danny began a few minor thrusts as if he wasn’t sure of going in further. “More, Danny, fuck me. Fuck me harder and deeper,” I begged.
The other men in the room urged him on, encouraging him with each thrust. “Fuck her Danny. Give it to her until she screams.” I let out a scream when he pushed in all the way, partially for effect, partially with pleasure. That’s when the soft clicking sounds began from the men’s phone cameras.
Danny was on the edge and wouldn’t last much longer, although I wished he could make it through the third quarter. I couldn’t get enough of his hard beefy cock.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he moaned. “Oh,oh,” he gasped as his pulsing cock spurted multiple shots of his youthful cum into my wet responsive pussy. I absolutely loved the warmth of his cum streaming into me. There was a certain glow I felt when his semen filled me. We both were gasping for breath when he fell on me. I hugged him and said, “You did great, Danny.”
This time he gave me a sheepish grin that stayed on his face. The others in the room clapped him on the back saying “Good goin’ kid,” and “You da man.”
When he pulled out, a steady flow of cum poured out of me. The bystanders loved the view, telling me to keep my legs open and kept snapping pictures, even a video. I finally went to the bathroom to clean up.
When I returned to the TV room, I left my blouse and skirt in the bathroom, wearing only my heels. The second half had just begun, and it wasn’t going well for the home team.
Because the game was not working out as they had hoped, the men turned their attention to other pursuits as the fourth quarter began. Their interests turned to me. The men had dropped their pants and sat on the couch like the three musketeers with their cocks at attention. They passed me around like a bowl of potato chips starting with Spencer, passing me over to the toupee, then to the stud. Each got a half dozen solid strokes before passing me on to the next one. I soon learned it was a game they played. The first to cum would be ejected from the game for what they called unsportsmanlike conduct. I had completed three rounds when Mr. Toupee was the first to leave.
I was dripping cum from Toupee when I was riding Spencer’s cock for the fourth time. Apparently he was taking too long when Stud yelled, “Come on Spencer, there’s another guy here waiting his turn.”
“Okay, Stud,” Spencer replied. “Let’s double team her.”
Moving over to Stud, I pushed his thick black cock into my slushy well fucked hole. After riding him for a short time, he motioned Spencer to join us. “Come over here and help me properly fuck this whore.” In other words, I was about to get my first DP.
Spencer brought out a tube of K-Y lube from the end table and liberally applied it to his cock and my ass. He rear ended me cautiously, then all the way. With my two holes filled and the guys banging into me, my eyes rolled up, and I began panting like a bitch in heat. “Shit, this sludt really loves it,” Spencer shouted.
The stud was amazing. He was patient until Spencer finished with a gusher in my bowels. With my ass freee, Mr. Toupee took advantage of the open hole and replaced Spencer, pushing his thin cock up my ass.
Toupee fucked my rear with animal-like guttural sounds while the stud was working his way toward a spectacular happy ending. Finally, when Toupee had finished for a second time, it was the black dude’s turn to get his well earned release. Instead of coming in my overfilled pussy, he stuffed his cock in my mouth and let loose an impressively long and powerful load that overflowed from my mouth. I swallowed what I could, and let the rest slide over my lips, down my chin and onto my boobs.
“You’re a good cunt, lady,” the stud said. “You’re nice and tight where it counts and a great fuck”
The game was over and by that I mean the part in the game I played. It was all over by dusk. No one cared what had happened on TV. Again I cleaned, dressed and straightened up in the john, then was ready to leave when each man handed me a $100 bill.
Turning to Danny standing in the background, I told him, “You’re a real man now, Danny. A girl doesn’t often get as much pleasure like you gave me today. You will make a lot of girls very happy. Use it responsibly,” I told him with a smirk.
With a shy smile he said, “Thanks,” and I left for home and my husband.
* * * * * *
So all went well for Laura Patterson that day and again a few days later when a generous check from Mr. Stellers arrived with a thank you for filling in for Mia. However, her good luck turned in a different direction two weeks later when she missed her period. At first, she wasn’t alarmed because it had happened before. By the second month after the football party, she wasn’t menstruating. Laura began to panic. She ran off to the drug store to pick up a home pregnancy test the day before she had an exciting appointment with a swingers couple. She wrote about it in the last entry of her memoirs.
Swingers
I didn’t expect a client that day. My husband was in town, so it was impossible to entertain at home. Mr. Stellers ask me to do another house call. After the lucrative gang bang at Spencer’s, I was more receptive to the idea and didn’t object. This would be a swinger’s couple in uptown. He said the people were very rich and had been generous tippers in the past. Mr. Stellers added that they had a recommendation from a friend who I had entertained a group. The only time I did that was at Spencer’s football party, so he must have been the friend or the toupee guy or even the stud. I was reasonably certain it wasn’t Danny.
I told my husband it was girls night out. At nine in the evening, I rang their doorbell. Anyway, it was at a lavish mansion and a butler ushered me into a living room the size of a high school gym. He took my coat and said that Mr. and Mrs. Winthrop would be with me in a few minutes. Mrs. Winthrop appeared from a hallway that lead to their dining room a few minutes later.
Mrs. Winthrop was dressed to the nines and said “Hello, I’m Stacey. Who are you?”
I introduced myself as Stella, my default name.
“Harry will join us in a minute. Harry is opening the wine for us if that’s okay. Please have a seat.”
A man I recognized came into the room with a bottle of Chardonnay and two glasses and said, “I prefer scotch but Stacey thought you’d like to join her with wine.” He set the glasses on a beautiful mahogany table and poured two glasses. “Take a sip and tell us what you think, Stella. I hope you’ll enjoy this vintage. We brought it back from France on our fall trip.”
Of course it was properly chilled and delicious, and I told him so. The thing is, he wasn’t Harry Winthrop. I recognized him since he was a known philanthropists in the community. However, I knew if you see someone of notoriety, it’s better not to let on you know who he or she is. His name was Fred Taylor, the wealthy humanitarian. Rumor had it he would be running for Congress in the fall.
He smoked a pipe while Stacey and I sipped our wine. We exchanged small talk for maybe a half an hour. Nothing even suggested sex. It was like three friends getting together for a few drinks to socialize. I wondered how long it would take before one of them made the first move.
Stacey excused herself as Harry poured me a second glass from the bottle of vintage wine. He said, “Stella, there is really no need to be coy about our evening together. You are as beautiful and sexy as we had heard, and Stacey and I are so pleased you decided to join us. Stacey is in the bedroom preparing for our three-some. I’d like us to join her when you finish your wine.
I said, “Of course. I’d like that.”
I guzzled the last of my drink looking forward to what was ahead. He took my hand and lead me upstairs to the bedroom where Stacey was adjusting a laptop on the bedside table. There was an image of the bedroom on their very large TV.
I must have looked surprised because Stacey said, “We hope you were told that our sessions are always recorded. We like to enjoy our time together more than once. We had friends over one night, and they showed us how to hook it up wirelessly so it appears on the TV. Harry and I both loved it. We’ve been doing it ever since.”
Harry said, “Okay, enough tech talk. I think we’re ready if you are dear.”
Stacey said, “Please if you would, Stella, help Harry out of his clothes and get him hard but don’t let him cum.”
I took that to mean giving him a blowjob. Harry gave me a quick kiss on the lips as I unbuttoned his shirt. I was on my knees after taking down his shorts. He wore no underwear. His cock was beginning to twitch in anticipation my mouth, and was hard the moment my lips touched it. I held his balls that were like two large walnuts that were shaved as clean as a billiard ball. I had him down my throat seconds later. I could tell he was very ripe and ready to burst by the volume of precum that I licked from an almost purple erection.
Stacey sensed that I had finished the first scene calling, “Cut!” She sounded so professional.
She walked up to me and lifted her dress. Stacey wore no panties. “I shaved it especially for you, honey. I hope you like how it looks.”
“It’s beautiful Mrs. Winthrop,” I said.
“Would you please get me out of these awful clothes, my dear, and maybe you can get me ready for my husband.”
Harry took over the laptop while I stripped her naked. She had beautiful tits, not large but firm with protruding nipples. Her pussy was shaved in a V-shape pointing to her pussy. I helped myself to her nipples before she sat on the edge of the bed opening herself, inviting me to suck her clit. Unlike Harry, she came twice before we had finished. She complimented me. “Oh Stella, you are so good at this. I think you are going to be a great fuck for my husband. Let me take off your clothes if you don’t mind.”
I was naked and on the bed when Harry joined us. Apparently the laptop camera would have to be on automatic.
He pulled my head to his and kissed me again, but this time deeply. Stacey was between my legs, giving me an early orgasm. Softly she murmured, “My, Stella, your sweet succulent pussy has the bouquet of a fine wine.”
As Harry moved on top of me, his wife gave him a short blowjob, making sure he was very hard before penetrating. As soon as he had mounted me, she moved to suck my tits, and he shoved his cock all the way in with one quick motion.
While Harry was banging me, he lifted my legs over his shoulders so he could get it in all the way, balls deep as they say. The combination of both of them pleasuring me was enough to put me in a daze, a sexual euphoria.
Harry was in no hurry to cum. He was a practiced lover and didn’t erupt until I had several mini-orgasms of my own, followed by an explosive one before I felt a burst of warmth inside me. His powerful ejaculation equaled mine.
When he finished, Harry turned to his wife saying, “Oh, she’s a good one, honey, tight and wet. It was so hard not to explode the moment I entered her wonderful pussy.”
I gave him a lecherous smile and whispered, “Thanks.”
“By the looks of things, Harry,” Stacey said glancing at cum leaking from between my legs, “you did your part very well. I hope there is something left for me,” she laughed.
The three of us sat for a moment watching ourselves on the TV. Then Harry said, “We don’t want to rush you, Stella, but in a few minutes, Stacey and I are going to spend time together with your help. I think she wants me to put it in her ass.”
“Harry’s right. I love it in my ass. What Harry is getting at is this. While he’s taking care of my needs, would you please nibble on my clit. It gets me so burning hot I get these earth shattering orgasms.”
“By the way,” Harry asked, “do you like anal, Stella?
I said I had done it. “Sometimes it’s not so good when it hurts.”
“Well, maybe we can change that, but first, I need some time to recover and a glass of scotch. Maybe you girls would like more wine.”
Stacey left the room to get the drinks. I watched her leave and was staggered by her tight round ass. I was sure Harry loved her ass too.
After finishing his scotch, Harry plugged his wife from behind. I nestled between Stacey’s thighs to give her pussy the attention she required. Indeed, she loved having her clit sucked, even bitten. Her cries of pleasure matched each orgasm. Her wetness flowed, and I was obliged to suck her clean.
Almost as soon as we had finished, they asked me to return the following week. I agreed but by that time, I knew I was pregnant.
On the second visit, we had cocktail hour like before. I had a Coke. Harry asked, “Why Coke? Didn’t you like the Chardonnay?” I told them about my condition. Harry loved the idea of fucking a pregnant woman especially since my boobs were swelling and my darkened nipples grew larger. Stacey wanted to video me fucking Harry during much of my pregnancy, so I became a frequent house guest.
In the bedroom, they turned on the video from the previous week. Stacey said she was disappointed that there were no close-ups, especially of “Harry’s hard cock sliding in and out your wet cunt,” as she put it. She promised to fix that from now on and use her smart phone. “You know Stella, I love the way he growls when he penetrates a girl. I want it on the video.”
I told her I thought the first video was fantastic. I asked Stacey, “Don’t you get jealous when he’s fucking another woman?”
“Oh no, it gets me so turned on. Anyway, sometimes he comes quickly with a guest so when I get him, he lasts longer,” and she gave me a salacious grin.
Stacey made good use of her cell phone in the bedroom that night. She brought it close to us capturing the moment Harry sunk his rigid cock into me. I had raised my ass on all fours for him to use any hole he wished. He took me vaginally for a dozen strokes, then concentrated on pounding my ass. I caught glimpses of Stacey on the overhead TV as she moved around the room to get better angles. I got into a performing mode, and did a little acting with plenty of whimpers and shouts of erotic pleasure.
Stacey found creative ways to get involved when Harry spent time with me. Harry had me leaning back on top of him in a reverse cowgirl and his cock filling my pussy. Stacey saw that my legs were far apart and my clit was completely exposed. It was an opportunity she couldn’t resist. She licked his dick as it slid in and out of me, and sucked at my clit between licks. My god that was hot. It sent me over the edge into several unforgettable orgasms. It was a turn on for Harry too if the stream of cum oozing from my pussy was an indication.
While I was still relatively thin, and could do sixty-nine with Stacey, Harry would thrust his hardness into me just over Stacey’s head. Just as he began to cum, he pulled out and stuck his cock in his wife’s mouth. When she had a mouthful, Stacey brought her lips to mine and let the cum flow down my throat.
There were other times when Harry came inside of me, and she would lick his cum off his cock and my pussy. When Harry pulled out, Stacey slid her fingers into my soaking hole, coating it with her husband’s juices. She sucked her fingers, then went down on me making sure there was nothing left. It was clear Stacey loved cum as much as me.
Over the months, my belly ballooned and Harry got more and more aroused. I hardly had a moment pleasuring Stacey before Harry wanted me again and again. A lot of time when I was down on his wife, he came up behind me and pushed in his hole of choice. He wanted me to enjoy having anal sex, so that happened more often. Harry was right about enjoying anal sex. He made it feel almost as good as in my cunt. It was just that by my third trimester, it was too uncomfortable to continue.
During the early weeks of my pregnancy, my husband’s libido took an unexpected turn for the better. I had told him I was pregnant, and he assumed of course that it was his. From then on, he showed more interest in our bedtime activities. One night I came home from the Winthrop’s with a swollen tummy and a full pussy. My husband was home and horny, nearly ripping off my clothes. After he finished, which was very quick, he said, “This pregnancy has made you so hot, dear. I’ve never felt you so wet before.” From then on, I made sure he was getting sloppy seconds. That wasn’t terribly difficult considering horny Harry Winthrop, and a full slate of men fucking and sucking a lactating woman.
The thing is, I can’t explain how I got pregnant. A women has a sixth sense about the guy who knocked her up, so I’m pretty sure it was from the kid, Danny. But why didn’t by birth control pills work? Did I forget a day or two or did I take the inactive, placebo pills by mistake? I guess I’ll never know. WAIT, there is one more possibility! Perhaps the baby conceived in me was from the Holy Spirit. It HAS happened.
