There have been a few occasions where I have had to stop escorting and get a real job. It never lasts long. I’m usually on my back again with my legs wide open for cash as soon as I get bored.
Luckily for me, there were always a lot of guys who liked to play dirty in the places I worked. I had this one shitty office job. I only got the damn job because I’d got a boyfriend who didn’t like me escorting and didn’t want gentleman clients visiting me, so I got a job doing admin in a warehouse. I was doing the whole nine-to-five thing purely to please my boyfriend.
Fast forward six months, he left me, and I was skint. The job didn’t pay well, so I’d started weighing up whether to go back to seeing a few clients. Just temporarily to get by and pay the rent.
This admin job was awful, and I had to push my bike into work, as the now ex-boyfriend took the car when he left. I was newly single and I started to enjoy the guys watching me in tiny tight cycling shorts, with my large boobs crammed into a crop top. I always pulled the shorts right up my bum. I’d walk through the warehouse, flaunting my figure and flirting with a few of the lads. I still craved the male attention I got escorting.
One guy who worked in the sales office, we’ll call him ‘Ben’ for the benefit of anonymity, we’d flirt all the time. He’d give me a lift home occasionally. If it were raining, he’d throw my bike in the back of his company BMW and take me back to my place, as I didn’t live far from him.
Ben would always say he only gave me a lift to stop me from getting wet. He’d have a cheeky look in his eye and wink as he said wet.
Well, one day, it was pouring rain, and he offered me a lift.
“It’s raining cats and dogs out there; let me give you a lift. I’ve finished for the day anyway,” said Ben, as he picked up his briefcase and laptop.
“Thanks, Ben, that would be great,” I said. I was relieved I didn’t want to have the hassle of changing out of my office wear into my wet cycling clothes. My blonde curly hair still hadn’t dried out from the morning ride.
We went down to the car park, and he started loading my bike into the car. He had told me he had been working out lately; his shirts were tight and a button pinged off as his muscles flexed.
“Oh no, I’ll have to get my mum to sew that on,” he said, laughing.
“Your mum? What happened to Lynette or Lizzie or whatever her name is,” I said. He had a new girlfriend every week. He always loved talking about which girl he was seeing and what kind of naughty stuff they got up to, and I was in a chatty mood. I’d had a very dull day.
“Gone. Finito,” he said, walking to the driver’s door. He wasn’t acting like himself. I thought he might be upset over the breakup.
I took my coat off and threw it in the boot with my bike. As I got in the car, the low seat made my tight black skirt ride up high over my thick thighs. I always wore stockings and heels to work. The cold leather touched my bare skin. Goosebumps flashed across my skin. Ben was looking at my lacy stocking tops; I guessed he might need cheering up, so I left them where they were. We were both single after all!
“Very nice,” Ben said, winking at me. He started the car, reversed out of the space, and put his arm around the back of my seat. His head leaned close to mine and he looked down my top blatantly so I’d notice. He wasn’t acting himself. I could smell his aftershave, Dior Sauvage. His shiny black hair was still slicked back, but his tie was loose.
I still didn’t pull my skirt down. Ben appreciated it, so why shouldn’t I? I pretended not to notice him looking at me. Deciding to have some fun and tease him, I undid another two buttons on my sheer black blouse and leaned back. I was feigning relaxing after a hard day. My black lace stocking tops still showing. A little peek of my black lace bra above my blouse.
Ben adjusted his rear mirror. He was trying to look down my blouse. I loved flaunting my big boobs, so I arched my back. A bit of flirting to pass the time would be fun. I pretended to brush some blonde curls out of my face. I was stretching, letting my skirt ride up further.
Ben coughed; he wasn’t talking like he usually did. I assumed he was getting horny. I knew the signs. I pulled my blouse open slightly more, my bra was a bit small and my large breasts were spilling out of the cups, his eyes were nearly glued to the rearview mirror.
The black BMW X5 glided off the dual carriageway to go to the village I was living in at the time. The road got dark and I could only see the lights outside and my reflection in the window. I looked at myself in the window, my blonde curls standing out against the black interior, my thighs visible before my stocking tops. I looked slutty. The rain was still hammering down.
Ben looked great, his body was bulking up, his black stubble trimmed neatly to his square jaw. His brown eyes were still fixed on the rearview mirror. I revelled in the admiration.
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something, but I bottled it last time,” he said in the dark. This sounded serious, and I debated covering myself up a bit.
“Oh yes, about what?” I said, trying to sound casual. His jaw was clenched now, and he loosened his tie a bit more. The way he pulled his collar turned me on.
“Well since I’ve been single I’ve been hmm looking at some stuff, you know, online,” he continued slowly.
“What kind of stuff?” I said, laughing and pulling another button on my blouse open. I could guess where this was going, so I decided to play it cool.
“Naughty stuff. Naughty stuff with hmm you in it,” he said as the rain pounded the windscreen.
I did my best shocked face. There’s always a chance this may happen when you’ve made hardcore movies that may still be out there.
“Oh my god, Ben, I err, I’m not sure what to say; you won’t tell anyone at work about my dirty secrets, will you?” I said, pretending to be surprised, but I didn’t care how many people knew I’d be leaving that job now.
Ben’s hand moved onto my exposed thigh. He felt the stocking top, his finger sliding inside the smooth nylon as he massaged my thigh.
“No, I’m not going to tell anyone about your dirty secrets. I watched a few, but the one with two guys fucking you. One in each hole. I couldn’t believe it; I watched that one twice only to make sure it was you,” he said his voice sounding throaty, “I liked it. You’re hot as fuck, but I didn’t know you were naughty like that. I might have tried to fuck you on the way home before if I’d known.” He said, his hand moving up to my crotch.
“We’ve all got a past Ben,” I said. I opened my legs, letting his fingers brush the black lace panties covering my pussy, “I loved filming that one. It was so hot having two guys pound me.”
I felt myself getting wet with excitement. Ben’s fingers were pulling my panties to the side, and his index finger was rubbing my clit.
I reached over and rubbed his cock through his trousers. He was big and hard for me already.
“Shall I stop and we can get in the back? Or we could go to yours?” he breathed heavily. I knew he wanted me, but I hadn’t expected to get fucked in a lay-by on the way home. I was shocked at how naughty Ben was being. The thought of him wanking over my videos made my nipples hard.
His finger slid deep inside me, one arm still holding the wheel, but I wanted his full attention on me. My pussy was opening as his finger moved in and out. I undid his fly and put my hand inside, stroking his length gently.
“Just pull into this next lane it’s a dead end; let’s do it; I love getting fucked in a car,” I said. It felt good being a dirty slut again.
Ben sped into the lane and stopped next to a farm gate. He leaned over the hand brake and kissed me hard on the lips, I pushed my tongue into his mouth, licking inside, hungry for a man’s cock in me.
He began feeling my breasts, kneading handfuls through my blouse and bra. He ripped my blouse open and stared at my tits. My nipples responded, getting hard. I brushed my hand through his black hair, feeling his stubble on my plump lips as we kissed again, I wanted to feel his stubble between my thighs.
“Let’s get in the back. I wanna fuck you,” he breathed into my ear.
I didn’t say anything, I just rolled my tight black skirt around my waist and climbed through in front of him. Letting his eyes drink in my perfect round butt, the black lace thong in between my cheeks as my slim waist slid between the seats.
“You dirty bitch,” Ben said climbing over after me.
I lay back on the large black leather seat, opening my legs for Ben to get on top. As he did, his lips locked onto mine, our tongues finding each other, saliva on both our faces. I felt his fingers roughly yanking my panties to the side. I angled my hips up for him to get inside me.
Ben pulled his thick hard cock out of his fly and briefly stopped kissing me to lick his hand. Using his spit for lube, I felt his big cock forcing into my wet pussy. I opened my legs a little bit more, and he was up to me. I gasped. He was so big. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my hands rubbing his chest and abs.
He grunted as he thrust hard right up me, I felt his length ramming into my cervix. He was so big, my slit-gushing juice all over him. He pushed himself up, still wearing his shirt and tie, and gripped onto the headrest and back seat, he began pounding me so hard I was jammed into the corner. Holding my legs apart for him to smash up me, over and over, I took each thrust.
“Fuck, you’re a filthy slut, I’m soaked,” he panted as his pelvis rammed his dick deep inside me. Again and again, he pounded up me. I couldn’t help but scream.
Ben withdrew right to the head of his dick and ripped his shirt off. His body was incredible. I pulled my shirt open. He roughly pulled my boobs out over the top. He pinched my skin hard. His fingers sank in. He twisted both my nipples, I could see his white teeth grinning at me.
“Great big tits, baby, yes,” he said, biting my nipple. He pulled my round hips further down onto his cock. “Can I cum in you?”
“Yes right up me deep inside, fill me up,” I said his hips began rocking, and I braced myself to be pounded again, but this time, he withdrew to his bellend and slid back in slowly. I relaxed my hole, and I felt his thick girth pulse as he pumped my pussy full of thick white cum. The feeling of his cream pumping into me made me cum too. My pussy was squeezing and releasing him.
“Ah, that pussy is so good,” he said collapsing on top of me.
I lay still with him on top of me, letting him expel the last bit of his jizz into my hole. His hands gripped my buttocks as he finished. My body shuddered under him.
“Sorry, I got a bit carried away; it’s just the stockings drive me crazy,” he said, putting his face into my neck. I could feel his chest moving as he got his breath back. “And all those videos, wow.”
Ben pulled his dick out of my cum filled hole. It oozed out of me, and I felt warmed up again. The hard pounding had given me the shuddering orgasm I was missing. I thought it would be a lot of fun to return to escorting full-time again. He’d used me like a whore, but it felt good.
We cleaned up with some wet wipes and got back in the front seats. My thighs were still sticky. Ben turned the car around, putting his arm behind the seat again, his dark brown eyes staring at my face this time.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long. But I have a confession,” Ben said with a cheeky glint of a smile, “I saw your videos ages ago, I recognised you when you started.”
“Well, you kept it quiet long enough,” I laughed.
“Every time I gave you a lift, I bottled it, I’d been trying to bring it up, but I couldn’t,” he sounded genuine, but guys say a lot of things to fuck a twenty-seven year of hot office girl. I knew I wanted to feel that thick cock pound me again.
“Well, maybe you can give me a lift back to mine and come in for a bit? Next time, if I’ve tired you out now, of course,” I joked.
“I could come back for an hour or so,” he said flooring the Beemer.
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Ben wasn’t in the office much for the next few weeks; he got a big promotion, and he went abroad to demonstrate technology, and we just didn’t bump into each other much. He emailed me his phone number, and we started sexting all the time.
When he was back he’d make a point of leaving at the same time as me and we’d fuck in the lay-by by the farm gate every time. We’d go out of work separately, though, because who needs office gossip?
I had handed my notice in at the warehouse a week after the first lift with Ben. I’d had enough of the normal life. He’d said he’d miss giving me lifts home, but we should go out somewhere after I left. I agreed but doubted I’d have the time.
After a few months, I was back to doing sex work full-time. I was on the books with an introduction agency just to build up some good clients. Working for myself freelance, and seeing a few guys a week kept me busy and with lots more cash than before.
I had some regular guys coming round. I had some film and photo shoots booked in. I wasn’t regretting going back to sex work one bit, I wasn’t missing the loser ex-boyfriend, and I hadn’t even thought about the warehouse.
A big ex-brass, Glenda, ran the Stardust Adult Introductions agency, which I was working for at the time. She called me up with an introduction, where they charge a fee and then it’s up to me what I do.
“Hey Jessica how have you been? We’ve got an introduction for Saturday night if you’d be interested. I can text you through details, but we don’t have any pictures at the moment. Two guys, MMF, just wondering if you’re free?”asked Glenda. MMF threesomes didn’t come up very often and I love getting DP’d. I wasn’t always comfortable going to these alone but the agency vetted clients. Plus it was double the money and usually a two or three-hour booking.
“Send me through all the details, but yes I’m available for an MMF on Saturday,” I said. I felt butterflies in my tummy.
About ten minutes later my phone pinged:
From-GLENDA AT STARDUST
Two lovely professional guys, Ashley and Ben, 8 pm Saturday, three hours, black lingerie, stockings a MUST. £650 introduction fee. Thanks, G x
I was very happy with the money and excited to entertain two gentlemen. I didn’t think anything of the names, a lot of guys are called Ashley and Ben.
Saturday night came.
I chose a black Lycra mini tube dress. My nerves had started so I smoothed my blonde hair down in the mirror, letting the curls hang over my shoulder. Underneath, I had on a beautiful black see-through strapless bra, cupping my huge 36D breasts. I wore a tiny black thong, and my big butt cheeks were peeking out beneath the skirt. The black silk stockings were cutting into my thighs.
I looked perfect.
My doorbell rang at precisely 8 p.m. I composed myself as my heels clicked on my laminate floor. I opened it and had the shock of my life. You can guess.
Ben, THE Ben. From work. Ben and his mate were my 8 pm MMF.
He stood with another guy I didn’t know, but I assumed was Ashley.
“I’m Ben and this is Ashley. Are you Jessica?” Ben said. I thought for a second he didn’t recognise me, but his eyes locked onto mine and silently said he knew exactly who I was.
“Hi,” said Ashley waving a bit awkwardly.
“Yes, Hi, I’m Jessica,” I said playing along. I held open the door, and they walked in.
Both had on neat shirts and trousers. Smart but casual. Ben’s chest hair was sticking out at his undone collar, he looked really good. I felt my clit tingle as I watched his bum walk down my hallway.
They sat on my white L-shaped leather couch, as I started serving us some drinks for my little mini bar in the corner. It can be a bit awkward to get started so a bit of lubrication always helps in these kinds of situations.
“Would you like a vodka and coke, Ashley?” I said, bending over slightly to get the glasses, letting them glimpse the goodies.
“Yes, please, gorgeous,” he said, licking his lips. He had blonde hair, a bit like a surfer, compared to Ben’s slick back sales guy look.
“Ben would you like a drink,” I said, passing Ashley a glass.
“Yeh, I’d love one, then why don’t you come and sit here, and we’ll watch a movie,” Ben said. He was leering at my curves; I could tell both of them couldn’t wait to get up my greedy little holes.
“You can watch anything you like, Ben,” I said. I passed him the remote, loving the excitement of pretending we didn’t know each other. He put on pornhub, a horny mmf with a blonde getting DP’d and put his drink down on the side table.
“Let’s get to it, clocks ticking,” Ben said, raising an eyebrow.
Ben leaned over and started kissing me. Hard like before his tongue forced inside my mouth. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me sideways to face him. Ashley’s hands were on me, too. I could feel hands on my slim waist, gripping my round bum. I put my stockinged leg up over Ben, rubbing my boobs into his chest.
I felt Ashley behind me. He was gently reaching around and touching my breasts, feeling for my nipples. I could feel Ashley’s hardness sticking in my back.
Hands were all over me, pulling at my skirt, stroking my buttocks and teasing my nipples. Ashley began kissing the back of my neck, making my hair stand on end, electrifying me. My pussy juice started to wet my black panties.
I felt Ashley’s hand go between my legs, feeling my wetness; he began to gently touch me through my knickers. Both were kissing me, holding me between them. I couldn’t move. I gave into the pleasure starting to ripple through me and let them use my body.
I began to rub Ben’s cock through his trousers, like in the car. He stopped kissing me for a second and pulled my top down to my waist. I was wearing it like a belt, displaying my lingerie.
“Wow,” said Ben. I was so turned on that I felt like I would cum before a dick even got inside me. “Look at these, mate.” He pushed my shoulders back onto the couch. I arched my back as Ben brushed my blonde hair out of my face. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs over both their laps. I pulled the sheer cups of my bra down, allowing my boobs to pop out.
Instantly, they both began pawing at my big, soft breasts, pulling my nipples, squeezing handfuls of flesh. I felt Ben’s lips on my nipple, sucking it, nibbling with his teeth.
I rubbed two hard cocks in each hand, Ashley unzipped his fly, and I put my hand inside, rubbing him through his boxers as Ben chewed and sucked on my tit. I kept my legs open wide; Ashley was feeling my silky stockings as Ben worked on my hard nipples.
Ashley’s hand was moving up my thigh to my panties, he sucked on my other nipple as he pushed two fingers into my ready slit. He began to finger me roughly. His hand was pumping in and out.
“Can I go first?” Ashley asked. Ben didn’t even stop sucking my nipple while he nodded. I realised it was not up to me.
Ashley began undressing, and I saw he had a good body and tight abs. His dick was long and hard. He pulled his blonde hair back and kneeled between my open thighs. He rubbed his hands up my silky stockings, and I gasped with anticipation as his fingers reached my bare thighs. He kissed my panties and pulled them to the side with his teeth.
Ben was sucking and tweaking my nipples hard. They were starting to sting, the pain turning me on even more. I grabbed hold of Ashley’s head and pushed his face into my pussy. I needed to cum in his face. The ripples began to pulse through me as his tongue licked inside both my open holes. Bens’s hands were rubbing over my tummy and hips as Ashley’s kneeled up between my legs.
Ashley kneeled up and stroked his bell end around my swollen clit and then entered me roughly, he pushed my knees up high. My leg was across Ben’s lap and his hand was stroking my butt cheek and thigh, his lips on my neck. Ashley was fucking me with long hard strokes, a sweat breaking on his forehead as his balls slapped on my ass cheeks.
Ben was watching my pussy take Ashley’s dick in and out. His hands stroked my tummy and hips.
“Good girl, my turn now, suck on this,” Ben said pulling his trousers round his ankles and throwing his shirt on the floor. Ashley moved from between my legs. I kneeled up on the couch on all fours, my back arched, and I started licking his big bell end.
I started to take Ben in my mouth, Ashley got behind me and grabbed my heels to push my face further down. I sucked Ben’s hard cock as it was forced down my throat, my tongue licking at the shaft hungrily. My lips were moving up and down on Bens long length as Ashley’s cock started sliding back in and out of me doggy style.
The two of them were spit-roasting me hard. Ben had hold of my head and was fucking the back of my throat. I kept gagging and choking, but he held me there, saliva filling my mouth. Ashley was grunting as he pummelled me from behind, his cock deep in my pussy, his finger starting to tease my arse hole open. As Ashley’s finger slid up in my bum, I gagged hard on Ben’s dick, spit pouring out of my mouth.
“You’re a dirty slut,” Ben said, grinning.
“Shall we take her in the bedroom, mate I’m getting ready to bust,” said Ashley. He knew both my holes were ready.
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We went into my bedroom. My big bed was made up of white silk sheets. It smelt beautiful. A jasmine candle was lit on my dressing table making the room smell like jasmine. The boys followed me, both of them naked, like I was a sexually alluring pied piper.
My mirrored wardrobes were positioned for good views of the action on the bed. I kept my stockings, black patent heels and bra on but removed the panties and tube dress so they didn’t get in the way.
Ben and Ashley watched me strip off my dress. I twirled round on my little pink fluffy rug, letting them see my stunning curves. Wetness glistened between my legs on my smooth, tanned skin. Ben was stroking his cock, anticipating my juicy holes.
Ashley lay on the bed, his hard cock sticking straight up. I straddled him gently letting his cock slide in, my heels digging into his legs. His fingers felt my stockings, tickling my thighs.
“Go slow,” he moaned as I began to ride him. Lifting my pussy lips to his bell end and sinking back onto his balls. His long cock felt good. Ben got behind me. He wiped his finger around my wet pussy; Ashley held me up and open, his cock still inside. I sat down, taking Ashley’s cock back inside my pussy, and Ben’s finger went in my ass hole. He roughly yanked upwards, my ass and pussy holes stretched wide.
I bent forward over Ashley as Ben got close behind me. My breasts squashed into his chest.
“I’ve dreamed of this for months,” Ben said as his hard dick rubbed round my ass hole. His hands eased my cheeks apart.
Ashley’s dick was deep inside my wet pussy, and Ben’s dick began entering my arsehole. The pressure was immense. Both of the guys had big cocks, and I felt my holes stretching. I stayed still letting my holes open enough to take them both comfortably. I winced as Ben popped in, balls deep on the first stroke. It hurt to start with; I felt like I would rip, but I relaxed and let my holes open for them.
It felt so naughty, getting fucked by two men at the same time. It made my pussy wet. My holes started to twitch and contract.
I kissed Ashley, pushing my tongue into his mouth. He lifted my buttocks slightly, and they were both putting pressure on my G spot. Waves erupted from my pussy out into my tummy and pelvis.
We were all moaning and groaning but the stretch of the two cocks buried in me was making me scream.
Ben held my shoulders while Ashley steadied my ample hips. Both men’s big hands on me sent pulses shooting from my stretched holes. The fullness of two dicks inside me forced the hard orgasm out, wracking through my body.
I let my head fall back, and I screamed, Ben was responding to the intense orgasm I was having, and he began to pound my arse hole hard with his thick cock. He held my shoulders firmly so I couldn’t move. Ashley was pinching my nipple and holding my waist; his eyes were shut and I could feel him getting close to exploding inside me.
Ben grunted behind me, his pelvis slamming into my ass again and again. I couldn’t scream anymore, but the orgasm continued throbbing inside me. My metal bed frame was smashing into the wall.
I felt Ashley release inside me, filling me with creamy cum, the pulsing of Ashley’s length deep inside me pushed Ben to let go of his load in my ass. Both men were moaning and filling me with cum as goosebumps flared all over my skin. My hard nipples were tingling.
Ben drew first and stood at the end of the bed, wiping his dick on a tissue. I climb off Ashley’s dick and sat on the bed next to him. Their cum was leaking out of both my ruined holes onto the white silk sheet. Ashley lay getting his breath back on the bed, Ben nodded at me to go in the living room with him. I kissed Ashley on the chest and passed him a box of tissues.
“Thanks, babe. Great,” Ashley managed to pant at me. A huge grin on his face.
In the hallway, Ben grabbed me round the waist, kissing me passionately, our bodies pressing to each other. He pinched my bum.
“I saw you’re advert, and I had to, you know, come and see you,” he whispered; taking me by the hand, he led me to the living room, “I needed to fuck you again; I’ve been jacking off to your videos for months, then I saw someone in the comments saying you met up with guys, and he’d fucked you for real, so I looked for you.”
“Why didn’t you just WhatsApp me? It would have been cheaper,” I giggled.
“Isn’t this much more fun like this?” he said grabbing my boob. His hands were all over me. “I don’t care about the money. I don’t have anyone else to spend it on. Plus Ashley’s been going on about twos on a tart for years; it’s his birthday next week.”
“I prefer it like this,” I said, thinking about the £650 that was now safely in my bank. I started getting Ashley’s clothes to take to him, and Ben grabbed my arm.
“Next time, I’ll use a fake name; you’ll never know if it’s me,” he winked, a naughty look in his eye.
“I would love to see you any time Ben,” I said.
After that, he became a regular once-a-month visitor and one of my best and favourite customers.
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I was scrolling through Facebook and a People You May Know came up. You know the one, full of randoms who happen to be friends of friends. Well, this one said
Ben Noble, 5 mutuals, joined Facebook last week.
He had a new Facebook. That was interesting. I guessed he blocked me when we started a more professional relationship. So I clicked on it, just to be nosey. It isn’t correct to add a client’s personal Facebook.
When I clicked on the profile I could only see one post from three months ago:
Life Event
Got Married to:
Lynette Noble
So that night in the car, he hadn’t been upset about splitting up with Lynette.
I didn’t click on Lynette’s profile.
I blocked both of them. Ben’s life wasn’t my business. Selling my pussy was my only concern and Ben was an excellent customer.
The next time we saw each other we had an amazing hour of oral pleasure, finished off with a big facial. I decided never to mention anything to Ben, but I noticed a tan line on his ring finger in summer from then on.
I also knew why we always fucked in the car after work, Lynette might have been in at his house.
