Panicked I quickly turn away as if I hadn't seen a thing...But she has no reaction. By now my
 hart is in my throught...my dick is so hard it looks like
a baby's arm sticking right up in the air...if she sees this she says nothing...t
hen like that she and her troupe leave.
It's all I can do to keep from passing out as I come down from my high...
I'm trembling and horney as hell...Then I realize that I don't quite know what she looks like...
however I remember her shoes...

Later I'm finishing up and leaving when this super hot ebony model type walks right into me...I'm
Taller then her so as I look down to see her and excuse myself she's looking up..
.She then rubs her whole body against me hard
as she goes by me. Her tits are firm and soft all at the same time. As she goes by I
 turn to see her walk away..
I noticed her shoes..it was her...and she works there...u can bet I'll find some way to get back to
 that location...

I packed a light suitcase and tossed a few things in the car. After two hours of driving, I stopped at a grocery store. Kevin’s pantry would be stocked with some vintage wines and imported beer, but he wouldn’t have practical things on hand, like lunchmeat or milk. When I checked his fridge, sure enough, there was a jar of pickles and an old box of baking soda. That was it.

What Kevin needed was a nice, sensible girl. He was thirty. As he said, he was getting his financial house in order. He had an outstanding career as a legal analyst and a newly acquired home on the lake. He drove a Mustang and had a plasma screen TV. But I couldn’t help but wonder if there would one day be a backyard wedding or when the weight room would be replaced by a nursery. Kevin was definitely doing his own thing. Although he and I didn’t see eye to eye on a lot of things, I was proud of him.

I had to admit, his house was beautiful. It was a two-story with a big plate glass window off the kitchen upstairs and a sliding glass door off the dining room that led out onto a large wooden deck. The view of the lake was pristine. The last time I had been there, I noticed a family of wood ducks coming to maturity on the lake. I would enjoy watching them again, if they were still in the vicinity.

Kevin had potted plants of ivy hanging off the eaves of the house. I stood outside on the deck. Below the deck, Kevin had a small, tidy yard with a cement patio and a Weber grill. There was a thick hedge surrounding his backyard. It was a little slice of heaven.

The previous owner had scattered some perennial flowers in the flowerbeds under the spreading ferns. Now that it was Spring, the area was plush, green and gorgeous. Kevin had a hammock stretched between two sturdy trees. I wondered if he ever took the time to lay there and read. A wooden fence in the backyard opened to a paved path which followed the lake shore. In the cattails at the shallow edges of the lake, wild ducks dipped and bobbed for tadpoles and waterbugs. A breeze was blowing and the sun was going down.

From Kevin’s deck, I could see a half mile or so of the running track. I sat in the chair on the deck and admired a young lady who was running on the trail. She wore running shorts and a revealing t-shirt. She was a small, pretty girl with her hair pulled back in a band. I couldn’t help but watch her bounce along the track. After she passed, I reached for my bird binoculars and watched her fine, shapely ass. She was in excellent condition.

Kevin needed a fine young lady like that.

Kevin said he occasionally jogged around the lake (when he had the time). I wondered if he’d ever noticed this woman. Somehow I didn’t think so.

The next evening, I made a point of watching out the back window to see if the young lady would make another appearance. The track was relatively quiet. Then at sunset, there she was. Pretty, shapely, and apparently, a person of routine. I could make it a habit to sit and watch the birds at dusk. I focused my binoculars on the young runner. Today her t-shirt said "Nike." That name seemed to suit her.

I began to refer to the sexy runner as "Nike" and to imagine that she had a busy life working at a desk all day. Her crisp, white shirts showed off her tan. She wore short shorts that revealed muscular, lean legs as she loped around the lake. She ran at a steady pace and didn’t seem to need to stop to take a breather, although she occasionally took a drought of water from the water bottle hooked to her waist. Her evening running seemed her escape from the pressures of the rest of what I imagined to be a stressful day.

Then one day, Nike surprised me. As she was passing the back yard, she ducked down and checked to the right and left. Assuring herself that no one could see her, she ducked down and pushed the wooden gate open. She slipped into Kevin’s backyard. I stood in the kitchen, peering out the window, wondering why Nike had come into the yard. I hardly cared, but was she going to do something spiteful in the yard? After all, I was supposed to be looking after Kevin’s place.

While I watched, she pulled down her shorts, squatted, and peed.

How sweet! I stood and watched her, the stream of yellow disappearing into the thick grass. She crouched a minute, while I assumed she let the last few drops fall into the grass, then she stood, pulling up her shorts. She looked around a minute, noting the pretty little flower beds and the protection of the hedge, then she opened the gate, peeked out, then resumed her run on the trail.

I went out on the deck to watch her vanish around the corner under a fir tree. I grinned, thinking of her pretty white bottom, with distinctive tan lines. What an ass!

I wondered if it would happen again. The next few days, she just loped around the track and I made myself scarce. I wanted to make sure she thought the house was abandoned. Maybe she’d enter the yard again. I couldn’t help but fantasize about her enticing firm ass.

On the third day, she did another quick look-around, then ducked into the yard. I stood upstairs in the kitchen, my bird-watching binoculars focused on her. She came into the yard and sat, her knees pulled into her chest. Lost in thought. Staring at the small bed of flowers, enjoying the solitude.

After that, Nike made this a habit. Almost every evening she opened the back gate and came inside to admire Kevin’s yard. She grew bold. Sometimes she even plucked straggly weeds that dared sprout inside his flower beds. I think she was watching the place, deciding whether the house was empty, which is what I wanted her to think. I became mostly a recluse, living for these few moments each evening when Nike stole into the yard and enjoyed Kevin’s little haven of privacy.

Then one day, she came in the afternoon. She was getting bolder and bolder. She brought a paperback and took off her shirt. She made herself at home, resting in the hammock. Her breasts were rather small and they bulged to the sides as she lay topless on her back tanning in the sun. I couldn’t believe my luck. I imagined myself sucking on those pert, pink nipples. I grew raging hard.

It took another couple of days before she peeled off all of her clothes before laying in the sun. She had a small triangular patch of black hair framing her pussy. Sometimes she would part her legs slightly and I could imagine myself down between those supple thighs lapping my tongue against her pink slit. I stood in the kitchen, binoculars on her beautiful body, and I admit it, I dropped my pants to the floor and started pounding my meat. While she slathered suntan oil across her smooth skin, I spurted a jet of cum onto the kitchen linoleum.

I was thrilled. And I wanted to thank Nike for providing me with such stimulating food for thought. I hadn’t been with a woman in three years. Not since my wife died.

The next morning, I drove into town and purchased a single rose. Before her run that evening, I placed it on the grass inside the gate.

When she came into the yard that night, I didn’t know what she would do. On the one hand, I wanted to let her know I was there and I appreciated her youthfulness and beauty. On the other hand, I was worried that if she knew I was aware of her, she would never come into the yard again.

She came into the yard. The single rose was the only sign I’d let her see that anyone was in the house. She sat down on the hammock, and picked up the rose, breathing in its pure scent, and she lay down, holding it against her chest, her eyes closed.

I suppose she lay there thinking of some imaginary lover, some wonderful man who would leave her flowers in this immaculate, perfect yard. I suppose she imagined what kind of gentleman knew she was coming into the yard. I don’t know for sure. I do know that when she sat up and started taking her clothes off, even knowing that the rose might be specifically for her, I was so excited, I could scarcely breathe. I stood watching, goosebumps all over my arms.

She lay her clothes on the grass and placed the perfect pink rose on top of the pile. Then, as I watched in amazement, she situated herself on the hammock so that anyone inside the house would have a perfect view of her naked body. With my binoculars, I had a flawless view of that gorgeous pussy. She had accepted the flower, then I guess she decided to give me a little treat for not making her leave the yard. She picked up the single rose and started brushing her smooth pussy with the gentle, plush petals of the flower.

My dick sprang out against the confines of my jeans. I’m telling you, I lost no time in taking off my pants and stretching my seven inch cock out as far as it would go. I was totally absorbed watching her stroking her soft pussy with the rose petals, every movement magnified a hundred times. As she got more aroused, I marveled as she licked her fingers, stretched her legs almost behind her head, she was so limber and bent forward and started rubbing her clit. I stroked my dick, matching her pace. She knew I was watching, or at least that I might be watching. She must have wondered what kind of voyeur I was. Was I young and handsome? Was I older and married? Why did I not reveal myself to her?

I can’t tell you how much a turn-on it was for me to watch her tight muscles flex as she pleasured herself directly below me. I came in no time at all, my jizz jetting all over my clothes on the floor. I didn’t care. She petted her pussy, stretching and parting her pussy lips. She wet her fingers, then pushed glistening fingertips into her cunt. With her heels behind her head, she watched her fingers slowly disappear then reappear from her depths. I heard her call out as she started to climax and she covered her face as she came. I wished I was between those legs lapping up all those juices. My dick was throbbing. I still had semen leaking from the tip. I wished she was crouching on her knees licking me off. I imagined my jizz raining all over her face, Nike holding her tongue out, trying to catch it all.

After she left, I showered. I got hard again. I laid down in my bed, remembering the pink rosebud in her hand, the other pink rosebud of her anus, and all the folds and crevices on the expanse between and I jacked off again. My mind was full of pictures of what I’d seen and I couldn’t help but imagine what might happen again.

The next day, I lost no time in going to town. I stopped at the adult novelty store, and I got her several toys. One was a jelly purple dildo. The other was a pocket rocket. I purchased her a dozen of the pink roses. At the house, I pulled baby’s breath up around the packages, trying to incorporate them into the bouquet. It looked a little tacky, but I didn’t care. What the hell! She could use the backyard however she wanted.

When she saw the silly bouquet, she threw her head back and started laughing. She pulled the dildo out and her mouth hung open. Okay, so maybe I should have gotten her one a little smaller, but I couldn’t know what size would appeal to her. She took out the pocket rocket, fired it up. She pressed the vibrations against the palm of her hand, fiddled with the speed control, then opened her legs and pressed it humming against the crotch of her running shorts. She pushed the crotch to the side and I could see that she wasn’t wearing any panties, and she started playing the pulse of the vibrator against the stiff bud of her clit. After a few minutes, she turned off the toy. She took her clothes completely off, knelt on the bench, her ass bent towards the window where I was watching. She spit on the purple dildo and stroked it against her pretty lips. Then she teased her vagina open and her mouth formed a perfect "O" as she slid the beast inside. She teased the entrance to her vagina, sinking the latex head inside, then taking it out and licking off her tart pussy taste, then inserting it again. She rocked the dildo in and out of that warm, opening, inviting me to watch by spreading her legs wide and bouncing down on the dildo until she took it up to the balls. With her other hand, she cupped the pocket rocket tight against her clit. I could imagine the vibrations speaking to the sexual goddess inside of her.

There’s something amazing about watching the transformation of Nike, my sweet, young runner into a sexual creature hungry to release that tension in her loins. The gentleness of the initial teasing gradually dissipated into thrusting strokes as she rode the fake dick and started to cry out with pleasure. She rolled on her back, her legs splayed and the purple toy thrusting in and out, the smaller vibrator pressed tightly against her clit. She was in such good shape and she became so uninhibited, doing everything she needed to do to reach a full orgasm right while I was watching. With her legs wide, she tore up that pussy. I watched her angle the dildo so that it would push hard against her g-spot and she dropped the pocket rocket. It fell spinning on the ground as she started to cum. She exchanged the mechanical purr of a machine with the flip, flip, flip of her thumb and forefinger rubbing abrasively against her clitoris. She arched her back and I could see the throes of passion ebbing and waning, her body tensed, then she called out "Oh, oh, oh Fuck!" and melted against the cushion of the chair.

My erection twitched and I spurted all over, my cum dribbling down like a melting candle.

Quite awhile afterwards, I noticed the red message light beckoning to me from the phone’s answering machine.

"Pops! I’ll be home tomorrow. Is there anyway you could meet me at the airport? My plane lands at 3pm."

Shit! I felt like I’d lost something precious. I tried not to feel depressed that my exclusive shows were coming to an abrupt end. I hardly slept that night, reveling in the luscious memories of those few weeks and my little Nike stealing into the yard. I smiled at the thought of how Kevin might jack off in the weeks ahead once he discovers her stealing into his yard. I wondered if he would step out on the deck and introduce himself. Nike and stuffy old Kevin...How sweet! Might be just what the doctor ordered.

 

There was another phone message on my machine at my home about a week later. "Pops! What the hell happened while I was gone? I guess there was this little bitch of a gal coming into my yard to have sex. Last night, she left her thong panties in the flowerbed out back! Like a freakin’ souvenier! I called the police but I guess this wasn’t a priority. I’m going to have to get a security system to keep these losers out of my yard! Call me."

Kevin, Kevin, Kevin. I shook my head and buried my face in my hands.

Two guys (early 20's) pulled up beside us and being distracted with my hand on her pussy I didn't notice them until they were right beside me. They were moving at a fast clip when they passed us but the guy in the passenger seat looked over and I knew he seen my wife laying back with her legs spread and her blouse hanging open. I told her I thought the two guys in that truck had seen her but she didn't care and in fact said, "I wish they would slow down and have another look, if they do I'll give them a good look." This really made me hard. The speed limit was 110 but I was going about 100 and stayed in the slow lane.

After they passed us I could see the passenger taking to the driver and my wife had just finished saying that when I could see that we were gaining on them as they were slowing down. I had the car on cruise so we slowly came up on then and I told her that I thought she might have just got her wish. She looked up to see us catching up to them again so I got her to finish undoing the blouse and even got her to slid the bra straps down before we came up beside them. Just before we were coming up on them I tilted my seat back so they could get a better view. They sure as hell weren’t shy about looking. I could see the drive lean ahead to get a better look. My wife shifted to let her skirt ride up her thighs to where you could see her bare flesh above her nylons - christ she looked sexy. The boys adjusted their speed to stay beside us for what was probably a couple of minutes. I looked over and gave them a smile and a thumbs up. I then reached over and pulled her bra down off her breasts so they could see her in all her glory. As cars were now catching up to us they pulled ahead and over into our lane. I sat my seat back up so we didn't disturb anyone as they looked like family cars coming.

As soon as all the cars past we were the coast was clear again. I asked my wife if she was just going to be a cock tease or ...? She said that if I could find a place and they were willing she would give them all they wanted. The boys in the truck dropped back and came up beside us again. I motioned for them to pull over someplace. They sped up and pulled ahead again and about 3 or 4 minutes down the road they were pulled over at a roadside turnout. I pulled in behind them and stopped and rolled both our windows down.

The two guys came up to us on her side of the car and started talking to Cheryl. They told her they sure appreciated the view. She just smiled and said thanks but is all you want to do is look? The guy who was the passenger (later found out his name was Dave) just leaned down reached in and took her right breast in his one hand and ran his other hand up her leg and rubbed her pussy. Cheryl spread her legs wider to let him get his hand in her panties. He very quick inserted two fingers in her and as horny as she now was started coming on his hand. I asked them if they wanted more of this action. They were all for it but we couldn't do this on a main highway. I asked them if they were from around here and do they know of a secluded place we could go to? They said in union "follow us." About a mile or so down the highways they turned off on a dirt road that led to a farmers hay field that was surrounded by bush. They turned into an approach and parked by some bush where you couldn’t be seen from the road.

I parked beside them and went around and helped Cheryl out of the car. The two guys immediately came over to her and had their hands all over. One stood behind her and put his arms around her and had one tit in each hand mauling her. The other stood in front and had her skirt pulled up his hands down her panties and again was fingering her. I took the liberty of undoing the side snap on her skirt and Dave moved his hands and let it drop to the ground. They moved her over to the back of the truck and let the back gate down. As Jerry (the driver's name I now knew) lifted her on to the gate Dave slid her panties off. By now she had also lost her blouse and bra and they were also lying on the ground.

I just stood back and watched with my cock now out and was stroking as Jerry cradled her in his crotch still hold her boobs and her legs right at the edge of the truck bed and Dave, who now had his pants around his feet and his cock out (I'm guessing 7.5" and thick) just moved in-between her legs and shoved it in. She was so wet that it went in easily and then the fucking began. Dave fucked her hard and steady for about ten minutes before her started to cum in her. As he started to cum she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in as far as she could. She took a big, big load I could tell. As soon as Dave pulled out Jerry was there waiting. Again he just rammed it in (another good size - maybe bigger than Dave) and started fucking her. He too took about ten or so minutes of hard fucking (these farm boys didn't fuck around) when I could see him start to tense up and soon he was cumin in her.

It was only once each as we had to get going. But I'll never forget the sight of my wife lying there with garter belt and nylons (which were wrecked when they were done with her) and her legs spread wide taking a fucking like that. It was beautiful. The rest of the ride home she slept like well-fucked woman should.

P.S. I went off at least twice watching.Â

lenrbnsn@yahoo.ca

 

           “Come on in darlin’, have a seat please,” Leon Crag said smoothly, “What can I do for you?”

 

“Well, Mr. Crag, I saw your ad in the paper; you remember we did talk about it over the phone last week, and you called me yesterday for an interview. I was just wondering if the position is still the same?” Rachel asked.

 

“You mean the ad in the Underground Times, or The Times, and or the internet personals?” he asked casually adding, “Please excuse me I talk to a lot of people about a lot of jobs every day.” 

 

“Yes, the one in the Times want ads” She replied softly, hesitantly, “Is the job still available? You did call me, saying something about an interview, and the appointment was for two-thirty and it is two-thirty now. I hope being punctual counts.” Rachel added earnestly.

 

“That job and several others, are always available,” Leon replied dryly, “I run that same ad everyday of the year! Yes, I called you in for an interview, for this afternoon. I thought you might back out quietly, or if you did come it would be of your own free will.”

 

“Really?” Rachel questioned and then pried further, “You mean you have that high of a turn-over for jobs that pay three hundred dollars a day?”

 

“Honey, this is the big city.” He said gently, “There ‘is…’ a high turn-over for three-thousand dollars a-day jobs, there are no free lunches. There is always some one quitting; or some one undercutting, or just waiting to take someone’s place, do not ever forget it! If you decide to stay; go through with the interview and then take the job, you’ll earn every penny!”

 

“Then how, what do I have to do?” Rachel stammered, “I guess I don’t understand.”

 

“Listen. I am sure, where you are from jobs like this do not exist.” he pointed out and asked, “Where are…you from? Remind me please.”

 

“Iowa, I’m from Platteville Iowa, it is a very small town and there are still a lot of different jobs,” she responded quickly sounding secure.

 

“And how old are you?” Mr. Crag questioned.

 

“I just turned eighteen two months ago.” she replied proudly, “Why, does it matter?”

 

“Oh yeah, I remember now,” he replied softly, and scoldingly added, “You bet your sweet little bottom it matters.” Then his face softened, as did his voice, “Do yourself a big favor get back on the bus, and go home, like you say there are a lot of jobs there you’ll find one.”

 

“I can’t. Your ad said females eighteen to twenty-four make $300 or more per day.” She whined, and stared stubbornly, “I’m eighteen. I’m female and need to earn a lot of money in a short time.”

 

“Do you have any idea what we do here?” Leon asked pointedly.

 

“I-it’s not illegal is it Mr. Crag?” Rachel asked warily, “I promised my mom I’d never break the law on purpose.”

 

“Not at all,” he shot back quickly and chuckled.

 

Rachel stared stubbornly her arms crossed, and demanded, “Now! Mr. Crag, it isn’t fair not to consider me for this job or any other job you may have. I’m a high school graduate, and I really need a job! I have references from two of my former employers.”

 

Leon leaned back in his chair hands inner laced behind his head. With a whimsical smile on his face, he looked at Rachel, the wall, back at her, and the door. He closed his eyes, wiped his face and hair; opened his eyes and drummed the desk with his fingers, fumbled through some papers and looked at Rachel for a few seconds more then Leon asked, “Tell me your name again.”

 

“Rachel, Rachel McAndrews.” she responded a little puzzled.

 

“Well Rachel… Rachel McAndrews let me start out easy. What kind of job are you looking for?” Leon asked frankly as he peered over the top of one of the papers.

 

“Full time employment. I’ll work any hours, over time no problem. I have problems in my family we owe a lot of money, and $300 a day would clear them up in a couple of years.” Rachel excited exclaimed.

 

“Sorry to hear that, but you still haven’t told me what ‘kind…’ of work you are looking for?” Leon asked impatiently as he organized a pile of papers as if he were putting them in numeric order.

 

Rachel in a quavering voice answered, “I’m willing to do any thing. I know how to type, file, and take dictation. I’ve done some cooking, and…”

 

“Whoa…! ‘What!’ wait a minute, back up a bit! You are talking minimum wage work here, unskilled labor.” Leon interrupted impatiently, and continued, “You can’t earn $300 in a day at those kinds of jobs much less get paid $300.00 for the interview!”

 

“W-what are you talking about?” Rachel stammered.

 

Leon said, “I’m interested in giving you the $300 interview, I told you about on the phone, but you got to be thinking that there must be strings attached to this money. Right?”

 

Hesitantly Rachel nodded casting glances allover the room, and stammeringly asked, “What is the $300 interview? I strip and have sex with you?”

 

“No…” Leon replied calmly, walking to the filing cabinet pulling a key from his pants pocket. He looked at Rachel and continued, “You do ‘have…’ to have your clothes… taken off, but not by me, and no, no sex today. I don’t have sex with possible clients, does that help ease your fear some? You have something I need; I have something you need.” Leon pulled the money from a box in the top drawer, held it in his hand, and looked at Rachel smiling warmly added, “You still have to earn it and money like that isn’t easy to earn.”

 

“What kind of ‘interview’ am I here for?” Rachel hesitantly popped emphasizing the word interview.

 

“Well do you or don’t you want the interview?” Leon asked waving the money, adding, “You have a lot of personal questions to answer, and a written questionnaire with some very personal questions to fill out at your leisure. Rachel to put it simply, I sell flesh.” Leon paused to let the bomb land, took a short look at her and continued, “You won’t have any more monetary value to me, or earning potential than you have right now ‘because…’ of your youthful ‘innocence’.”

 

“Yes I do.” Rachel paused and her face flashed red as the last of Leon’s statement sank in. “My innocence?” Rachel queried, “I’ve been with a man.”

 

“Honey I think he was just a boyfriend and maybe only a time or two. Anyway, around here your as innocent as a new born babe.” Leon brayed and chuckled quietly, “I’ve been with a man.”

 

“I can’t be a prostitute!” Rachel chopped out her face bent in disgust.

 

“No, not a hooker, or call girl taking multiple Johns ‘no, no, no…!’” Leon snapped out sounding a little impatient paused for a moment then continued, “nothing so common place. I don’t think you would make a good one any way. Let me explain. I run a very special and very expensive service. I take care of my clients, and ‘My…’ girls and boys. I take ‘good…!’ care of them. I did a check-up on you, just to see if you were worth the time of a full interview. I have a private investigator on retainer, and he is thorough. He said I quote no suspicious behavior. No drugs no boy friends, just works hard and keeps the house clean.”

 

“I’m confused. I am sure the job is about sex but not being a hooker or call girl. What is it?” Rachel interjected nervously and then her eyes grew wide and she barked out, “You investigated me?!”

 

“Easy… settle down… I know a few things about you now, so I called you back, now let me finish.” He paused as he waited for her to settle down then started, “I run a special business; I got the idea for it, from when I was using and running hookers and call girls. I used to surf the online personals for fun. After receiving, a raft of complaints from my people, girls and clients I did some research. I went from polygamy, to sex slaves, from concubines to surrogates, to sex toys. To put it simply I rent live-in sex toys and or maids or to put it even simpler Rent-a-mate.’ Full time live-ins or if you prefer wives…‘domestics/lovers living sex toys.’” Leon smiled smugly and added, “They do it all, from the floor to giving birth. They go from cooking, washing clothes and dishes, to washing pussies and penises, to house keeping. Much like old-world Japan. I was surprised at how fast it took off, and at how successful I became, so much so I’ve become a multi-level incorporation. I’ve branched into banking, insurance, and real-estate.” With a prying eye Leon stared at Rachel and assertively added, “You work good for me and my clients I can be your one stop shopping mall for your family and all their needs.”

 

“I still don’t understand I feel so confused.” Rachel admitted in a puzzled tone.

 

“As I said, I did a check on you.” Leon said firmly, stopped shuffling through the papers, and put them down. “I’m satisfied your hard working, and honest. Young lady; you have a drive to thrive, and making efforts to better your self, and the people close to you. Your Mom is sick the rent is over due, and your brother’s tuition isn’t late yet but will be soon. I can help with all of that. Rachel… you have a very nice face, a good body, with all the right proportions. My clients will find you very attractive; actually, you are exactly what many of them are looking for. With a little coaching, I can get you headed in the right direction. I will… look out for you; and you can be ready to retire in five to six years, maybe sooner if you play your cards right.” Leon assured with loose smile, and continued, “Well we’re almost done. First question, will you do as you are told?”

 

“Y-Yes?” She hesitated, fidgeted, and glanced at the door as if she were going to run.

 

“You don’t sound to sure.” Leon pointed out and then asked, “Will you finish your assignment as long as you are treated O.K.?”

 

“I’m sure ‘Yes. Yes…!’, and yes...! If  ‘you!’ set me up, I will do my part.” Rachel firmly claimed and with a trailing voice added, “I’m just afraid; this sounds like one of those things, where a person either wishes they died, or disappears never to be seen again.” Rachel’s face had a fearful expression.

 

“That is a reasonable fear, ‘but…’ I said I watch out for my people and you would be one of ‘my…’ people. That is how I have survived. The threehundred dollar interview is over, here’s the money.” Leon informed coolly and laid the money on the table in front of Rachel.

 

“Over! I don’t understand. Did I fail or what?” Rachel asked exasperatedly and stared at the money.

 

“Oh no, it’s time for the next level. Put that money in your pocket it’s you’res.” Leon said with a smile. “The thousand dollar interview is next.” Leon said as a wet smile beamed from his face.

       

“Oh sure. Is this where I strip and have sex with you?” Rachel said with disgust and stopped from putting the money in her purse.

 

“No! I told you I don’t have sex with my clients, or the people that work for me; but ‘you…’ will have your clothing removed, as I said earlier. You ‘will’ have sex with my girlfriend, but not right away, and yes people ‘will…!’ be watching, a lot of people will be watching.” Leon said sternly as he watched Rachel’s reaction to this new information and relaxed as he watched her put the money away.

 

“I what…I can’t! I don’t. I…I haven’t done ‘that!’ since high school, and then just ‘once!’ and ‘no…!’ one was watching.” her face blushing a very bright red and with resignation in her voice she added, “a lot of people gawking at me… God.” She cast glances all around the room as if being spooked then asked, “Where will everyone be?”

 

“At their homes and offices don’t worry it is all done by camera.” Leon warmly said then asking, “Did you like it? Tell me about it, please it will help with the bios my clients will want to read. But first read this aloud, and sign it. Then I want you to read this,” Leo handed Rachel a booklet and a single sheet of paper.

 

“I give one Mr. Leon Crag the right to post my pictures on the web site ‘Rent-a-mate.com’, and E-mail my bio-stats to interested clients. Here you go post away,” Rachel quickly scribbled her signature and started talking hurriedly about her tryst, “It really wasn’t much more than a dare, like I will if you will. I said go first she kissed me on the mouth and took my cloths off. Oh this is kind of embarrassing, but she kissed my pussy and made it feel good so I did it second. I guess what we did is called sixty-nine, I didn’t have an orgasm and neither did she, yet still, we both liked it we just wanted our boy friends more. It was the only time. Any way what’s the bios and pictures about?”

 

“Well… advertising; it gives me a chance to get you started earning money for me and you a little closer to earning your money, by showing the interested members what you have to offer. Oh by the way this is a ‘members only’ affair. That was a nice story; it tells me you have a bit of an adventuresome spirit, and still innocent. They will come in handy.”

 

“How does this work? And what is this booklet about? I thought you had to know a lot about sex to make money at it?” Rachel inquired skeptically.

 

“I’ll say this; coupled with the way you look, your ‘lack’ of experience, and the ‘I dare you to’ attitude gives you value.” Leon said assuringly and then added, “I’ll tell you in a bit, about both how all this works and the booklet. You hungry?”

 

“Yes. I could eat,” puzzlement and curiosity filled her voice and face.

 

“How about oriental? Spicy oriental?” Leon teased.

 

“Sure I like Chinese,” She said smiling.

 

“Well let me give Starr a call. I want her to help us, with the rest of your ‘interview.’ Stand up I want to get some pictures,” Leon directed, “that’s it, turn to the right, and now face the door, now face the wall, okay you can sit back down.” Rachel’s heart jumped with every click of the camera.

 

“What no nudies?” Rachel pertly quipped.

 

“No. Not yet,” Leon said in a mater-of-fact tone and added, “You do realize that you are going to have your clothes taken off, that you are going to handle a pussy and a dick. Get very explicit both verbally and physically in front of web-cams with my members looking, listening, and asking questions?”

 

“ Yes but Mr. Crag I just can’t shake off being afraid,” her voice trailing off as she looked at the door again.

 

“Oh I understand Rachel. If you didn’t have at least some apprehension you wouldn’t be here,” Leon warmly assured adding “Starr will help you, from now on just call me Leon.”

 

Rachel sat down feeling dizzy and somewhat stunned, musing over the information while Leon was on the phone, “My how this ‘job interview’ changed before my eyes; from work to entering the flesh market. That was never more than a passing fantasy, now that I think about it I realize how dumb or naive I have been, thinking this would be a snap. I had to be crazy thinking I could earn that much money, without having to give something of value in return.” After taking, a deep breath she thought, “this will be a good way to take care the family. Pay for Mom’s medical bills; get Jeff in college and his fancy computer, get them both a place to stay, and food to eat. Only they can’t find out about it. My… God! It would kill Mom!” Rachel jumped up, and started to bolt for the door then stopped. She stood there panting loudly her face beet red and nervously blurted out, “I want…! I want to go through with this, ‘all of it’; but I ‘don’t…!’ want anyone, my family, or my friends to find out what I am doing!”

 

“Just a second Starr, I have to talk to Rachel hold on.” Leon looked at Rachel and said calmly “Don’t worry. The first three rules of my business are privacy, privacy, and privacy. ‘Ok…?’ Starr you got the order… good, and you’ll be right here…? Great see you soon.”

 

“I’m sorry I just got scared.” Rachel still blushing excused her self then confessed, “You are right my mother is sick and needs to see a doctor. Jeff and Mom need a better place to stay and yes, the rent is past due.”

 

“Don’t worry about a thing.” Leon warmly consoled adding, “we will get you set up with automatic bill paying and insurance for the two of them. My service is safe; I won’t put you with first time clients that could be risky, and you will be looked in on.” He explained and looked at Rachel warmly and assuringly added, “You won’t be drugged, tossed into a dungeon, and tortured. With the exception of some recreational drugs, you will be working in a drug free environment. I will set you up with an advance against what I think will be an exceptional and profitable term of service. We were in luck Starr was at the café all ready. I’ve posted you picture and profile on the members only board, and sent out e-mails to the prospective couples, that your profile matches their wants, wishes, and needs.”

 

“What have I just agreed to get into?” Rachel asked in a woeful and apprehensive tone her face stressed with concern.

 

“The sex business; to have sex with a strange couple at their whim and wish, and to let me help you take care of your family. You have agreed to be a long-term live-in mate and housekeeper, an extra wife to the husband, a playmate and helper to the wife. The sexier and more agreeable you are, the better. The second three rules are make’em happy, make’em happy, and make’em happy. That is what Starr is going to help you with. So read that booklet, it will raise some questions and answer some too.”

 

 “Just what is ‘sweet’ Starr going to do to me?” she whined wrinkling her nose trying to feign unwillingness.

 

“She isn’t going to abase you, Starr is just going to settle you down some give you a few pointers and psyche you up for the interview. You’ll read that you are not allowed to say no; you ‘must…!’ dutifully obey both of your owners. You ‘must…’ to the very best of your ability deliver service with a smile. They are not allowed to physically hurt you or emotionally abase you unless it is part of the contract. You cannot be imprisoned unless it is introduced in your contract.” Leon paused to let the information settle and then added, “They can reprimand you for mistakes and ‘order’ you to perform better after telling you what you did wrong. You have to agree to everything in the contract before signing.”

 

“They can’t hit or lock me away in a dungeon.” Rachel nervously asked.

 

“I have clients that are prone to that but in your case we are not catering to them.” He waited for her to calm down and continued, “The men are paying for it so some times they are going to ‘take...’ a quickie, and sometimes they might use you for hours. It’s the same with the wives you ‘will’ be spending most of your time with them. There could be weeks when all you do is pleasure your owners, and not one second will they spend pleasuring you, maybe become even more demanding to see how you will act.”

 

“I can’t imagine what I would have to do to keep a woman sexually happy.” Rachel remarked, as she looked at the floor her hand between her legs obviously warming to the situation and becoming aroused.

 

“I want to point out specifically the highlighted part on page six.” Leon started out saying with a pure business attitude, “upon selection of bidder and signing of the contract the signer ‘you’ agree to stay sequestered on the premises, while waiting for you contract to begin. You can leaving only with an escort, and you are not allowed to participate in any sexual activity.”

 

“Sounds like I’m going to be a slave; a sex slave aren’t I? A lesbian sex slave, and a domestic servant.” Rachel chimed disappointedly as a shiver raced across her body.

 

“Yes. Again, don’t worry, read the booklet.” Leon asserted and comfortingly added, “I will help you with your choices for your first time. Sex and submissiveness ‘are’ the biggest parts of what I sell and what you will be doing and it can be easy.” He paused smiled a beaming smile adding, “You just have to learn to give in to their wishes freely. Remember you must be ‘fun…!’ Starr will coach you, and tell you a few of her experiences to help you get a better understanding of the requirements. You will be working harder than you ever have, I promise. Keep reading. I have a nice quiet room for you to stay in should we need one. There will be a one to three week wait while schedules mesh and the paperwork wraps up you will have the run of the place but must be escorted by one of my staff.”

 

Rachel read in silence quickly scanning the pages, looking up puzzled and starting to ask questions, stopping and reading further sighing when some of them were answered. She looked up again puzzled and asked, “Why don’t you use hookers or call girls?”

 

“For obvious reasons, in your case they are not able to satisfy my clients needs, plus they are not trustworthy.” Leon noted.

 

She read a little farther and burst, “Wait a minute I ‘do not…!’ want to be a wet-nurse baby factory.” Rachel declared loudly.

 

“You didn’t do a good job of reading.” Leon rebuffed informing, “That falls under the bonuses program; your supposed to get pregnant if you want the bonuses, but you must abort within eight weeks. Starr will explain all that to you.”

 

“OK. The money happen with bids being placed for…” Rachel paused her face flared red when she said, “my services…”

 

“Bidding, yes like at any auction the participants will look you over ask you questions, and place their bids based on your answers, appearance, and performance.” Leon explained somewhat amazed at how fast she was catching on.

 

“Like a car or art or an estate auction like the black woman chained to a pole and sold?” she quizzed farther.

 

“Oh! We’ve got a lot of responses coming in already, and there’s sweet Starr at the door. Well yes, ‘exactly’ it is people bidding against each other to own ‘you…’ mind and body. You will become the winner’s property just like a long time ago, the only difference no whips or chains. I will give you a list of the top five bidder’s profiles and you will make the final choice. You will…belong to them in every way for the term of the contract. If you don’t want to owe me money then you will make it good for at least six months. I’d say read the rules and regs through again while we eat.”

 

“And if I owe you money?” Rachel asked her question with a suspicious tone in her voice.

 

“No I won’t kill you or break a leg.” Leon responded with a sarcastic tone of voice and then calmly informed her, “We will set up a payment program and yes, if you default, I will turn it over to a collection agency. I am not a gangster.”

 

The door swung open, in walked a big-busted, full-bodied, auburn haired, dark tanned woman her arms loaded with take-out food boxes. She set the boxes on the table, took off her coat hung it on the rack, and looked at Rachel. She smiled her pouty red lips opening as she beamed.

 

“Starr. I’m Rachel. How are you doing today?” Rachel acquainted her self with her future mentor.

 

“I’m fine. Leon was telling me a little about you earlier today. He is right you do look like the girl we all wanted in school.” Starr sang smiling, as she pulled at her hair to straighten out the wind curls. Starr’s tight hair accented her tanned, plump round face then gazed at Rachel sizing her up head to toe and with a smile warmly added, “Yes you even look like the girlfriend I wanted in school.” Starr found Rachel’s thick bushy eyebrows and full head of long shiny black hair stopping at her shoulders attractive and enticing, as she knew that Rachel would have a very thick matting of shiny black hair covering her genitalia. Her body still had baby fat making her roundish but firm looking certainly not fat looking. At five seven, and one thirty-five Rachel was very pleasing to anyone’s eyes. Atop her pert thirty-four D breast making mounds in her thick blouse were large buds caused by her gumdrop-sized nipples. Starr finished fluffing her clothes and with a smile and warm gaze moved toward Rachel.

 

Blushing from Starr’s lingering gaze Rachel announced, “Leon says you are going to help me learn a little something of the sex business. I have decided to go for it… all the way, and I can… use what ever helpful information you are willing to give.”

 

“Ol’ Leon asked me to give some special tutoring.” Starr humorously replied and warmly assured, “I’ll be happy to answer any and ‘all’ question you can ask and some that you will not think to ask. After sizing you up, I see Leon has as usual under stated how attractive you are. You do have that full-bodied look, yet pert, with that down to earth natural beauty, that most of his; ‘special…’ clients look for. Hell I find you enticing.” Starr warmly admitted as she looked on with a seductive smile.

 

“I hate to interrupt but I’m hungry, so let her read, while we all eat up.” Leon interjected and then added, “I will confirm that an auction will happen in two hours.” He paused and looked quizzically at Rachel and asked, “Or should I e-mail a cancellation… Rachel?”

 

“No! Yes! No!” Rachel excitedly exclaimed as she stuttered, “I mean I am going to go for it! All the way! You ‘have…’ an auction!” Rachel quickly and enthusiastically confirmed.

 

“That’s the spirit.” Leon chimed and shoveled some food into his mouth.

 

“You have to act like ‘a-more-than-willing’ participant.” Starr pointed out, and asked, “Leon have you actually pointed out that Rachel will be catering more towards the wives and how the time schedules work? What she is expected to do? And most of all how we will be looking out for her?”

 

“Yes, yes, and yes. I thought you could explain the different ‘bonus’ programs.” Leon mumbled around a mouth full of food.

 

Rachel gulped her bite down and asked, “Yea. One, five, six, and six months the manual said but I am not sure if I got it right.”

 

With a swallow and slurp from her drink Starr replied, “If you only go one month or less you won’t be called back, you failed, and you may owe Leon money. I’m going to make sure your headed in the right direction so you can avoid that.” Starr pointed out then filled her mouth with rice again.

 

“One, five, six, and six months. That is eighteen months with no problems nets an automatic $1,800.00 bonus. The very least you’ll earn is $162,000.00 with no other bonuses and no deductions. With no rent, utilities, or food to pay for. You’ll be covered by your owners medical insurance, and your family will be covered by your insurance.” Garbled Leon and with a chuckle added, “That is good beginner’s pay.”

 

“That is more than a life time pay compared to what I’ve been earning.” Rachel observed with an uneasy grin. Then hungrily took a mouth full of pork followed it with rice and exaggeratedly chewed.

 

Leon reminded her between gobbles. “You must realize that you are selling, at the very least, six months of your life into ‘servitude…’ becoming a slave with what could be a very demanding pair of masters.”

 

“You are only allowed one day off every two weeks.” Starr pointed out, garbling around a mouth full. She swallowed and went on, “You get a full two days pay extra, for every day-off not taken as an extra bonus at the end of the full contract. So by going the full eighteen months that will be seventy-two days of extra pay. Hey Leon help me out with the math.”

 

Leon looked up from the food; a wet smile beamed from his face, and while tweaking his nipple looked right at Rachel saying, “No days off says you ‘want’ to be there. Depending on the bids, it could net you at least $21,600.00 less my pittance. I pay an extra $1800.00 bonus out of the interest I earn for not having problems with the contract. So, say for arguments’ sake you get $300.00 a-day. To keep the math simple for now I take my fees fifty a-day. That leaves $250.00 a-day or $7500.00 a-month or $90,000.00, a-year or $135,000.00 for eighteen months no bonuses no interest and no deductions. I say from experience that that is the very least you will get.”

 

“That is a lot of money.” Rachel remarked with puzzlement in her voice and skeptically asked, “The interest you earn?”

 

“Of course I make money off your work and more the better you work out.” Leon cynically remarked.

 

Starr interjected explaining, “Oh yes; the clients pay six months in advance at the beginning of each term. Depending on the reason the contract is terminated early, Leon either refunds the full amount and you get stuck with a bill, or he pays you off, giving you the contract option to continue or stop. The full contract is eighteen months, in six-month increments, with an exit clause at the end of each of the six-month terms.”

 

“What is the most I will pay Leon?” Rachel inquired in a skeptical tone.

 

“If you get $300.00 a-day I take $50.00 a-day. If you get $400.00 a-day then I take $75.00 a-day.” Leon assured in a business like tone adding, “No less than fifty, and no more than one-fifty a-day so it would behoove you to work for the higher bids.”

 

“Except for what you’ll be sending your family you will be leaving the money in the bank because you won’t need it.” Starr explained her voice sounding like a business woman and with a laugh added, “Hell by the time you satisfy the first contract you’ll have Ol’ Leon paid off and taking care of your family with your own money.”

 

Rachel cut Starr short asking, “What is this pregnancy bonus about?”

 

“Leon?” Starr looked at him.

 

“No. That’s your department.” Leon said as he fumbled through the empty boxes of food grunting, “Shit I’m still hungry.”

 

“I call them conception abortion bonuses. To get them you have to announce, to your owners, that you are pregnant and ask them to terminate it. The safe time is six to eight weeks, and you have to terminate or you will violate the contract. You get $3000.00 upon confirmation, and it goes straight into your account. I conceived six times in eighteen months, that comes to $18,000.00.” Starr stated proudly and added, “It starts earning interest right away too.”

 

“Didn’t it hurt you?” Rachel queried in a distressed tone, “Didn’t you get sick?”

 

“Not at all. I put on weight twice, but as you can see, I took most of it off.” Starr assured and then added, “In six months, I go back on the auction block. This time I will be a surrogate mother. The minimum bids will open at three hundred per day and double for the last four weeks, then fifty percent a-week till weaning. Sex and house work will be optional at that tim...”

 

“This all sounds to good to be true. I’m puzzled. Why only three contracts?” Rachel interrupted.

 

“Leon that’s your department.” Cooed Starr.

 

“You are right, as I said earlier the bidders become your owner. You sell your freedom. The first month gives the couple a chance to see what they bought. The five-month term gives you an opportunity to see if you want to go for another year, in six-month increments or back out and take some money. During the contract, you will not be allowed to go anywhere that you are not taken to by the owner. They will go places and not take you must stay home. You will be eating, bathing, and sleeping, with them, and you cannot be potty shy. Keeping up appearances is very important. Your day off is spent in a private room ‘in’ their home. Well by the end of the third contract, four and a half years, I’m afraid you will have lost your appeal to those long term clients.” Leon explained and added, “Remember it is your youth and innocents that is of value. There are other lucrative contracts available, but that’s for another time. Any way I suspect that if you stay and complete all three contracts you won’t need to work.”

 

“So I cook, clean house, and have sex with my ‘owners…’ as you call them. I submit to their every whim and nothing else.” Rachel commented dryly.

 

“You won’t get past the first month with that attitude.” Starr jumped in. “Hun your going to act fun and be fun. You must be seductive and seduce them and be seduced by them. Think of them as your mates your lovers. You’ll need to melt in their hands, and you will need to make them melt in your hands.” She paused as she mused over a memory and remarked, “What makes a toy popular is that it is fun and easy to play with.”

 

“Starr, here is a partial list of bidders.” Leon pointed out, “There are a couple of first timers. They seemed okay, I mean they passed my detective and he is thoroughgoing, but lets drop them anyway.” Leon rubbed his hands together and then declared, “I have all of my clients thoroughly investigated. You were thoroughly investigated.” He cast a warm look at Rachel and firmly said, “I have never lost a mate to a bad client. Pimps beet their girls and the hookers get stiffed or killed all the time. There are none of those risks with my service. My clients pay me a lot of money and expect to get what they paid for.”

 

 “Hey. These two sound fun.” Starr sang out with enthusiasm after gulping her food down and then read from the bio, “Wife likes to work her husband over with the help of a second woman, but for one on one prefers a woman’s touch.” With a little laugh remarked, “If you play the part you could have a lot of fun. When husband is away mate will provide sexual release in a variety of ways hell I’m getting wet reading this.” Starr said with a laugh her voice trailed off as she continued, “She must keep up with the household chores, will accompany wife shopping to the gym, bike rides anywhere she wants her to go. Shit reads like a want ad in the personals. Okay lets skip to some of the rules when out of the house she will talk to no one, respond to medical emergencies only, and walk arm and arm or at least stay close, and be very attentive. Well it still sounds fun if you go along.” Starr said as she lingered at the words on the page.

 

“So we have an ‘auction!’” Leon crowed with satisfaction. “I have to get set up.” And Leon headed for the hall.

 

“Who is the guy that’s going to fuck me Leon?” Starr yelled as he started down the hall.

 

“If it matters there are Greg, or Jerome they have been saving up for the last eight days. Which one do you want?” Leon yelled back.

 

“Surprise me Leon.” Starr shouted and started talking to Rachel again, “So this is how it will go first you just sit by the bed in front of the cameras.” Starr explained in a friendly tone.

 

“’Cameras!?’ Oh yes the cameras.” Rachel interrupted and asked, “What did I just start?” her voice crackling with surprise.

 

“You didn’t think they were going to bid and buy sight unseen?” Starr sarcastically asked.

 

“No I guess not Starr.” Rachel conceded.

 

Starr continued, “The first round happens with you in the chair, next to me sitting on the bed. The group gets to ask you five questions. The way you answer them the tone of voice, your body language will determine how the bidding goes. You remember when you were in school writing essay answers the more informative your essay the higher the grade, well it is the same here.” Starr remarked and warmly looked at Rachel.

 

“Starr. Is this like a conference call everyone hears everyone?” Rachel distressfully asked.

 

“Yes Rachel everyone hears everything questions, answers, and the bids offered. The second cycle starts with us. We will be kissing and petting. They will be using you… so they are going to want to see if you are a good seducer and easy to be seduced. You are being bought for the wife’s benefit mainly, but the husbands are there some of the time, some more than others and you do belong to them as well. So you must satisfy their whims, fancies and orders too.”

 

Starr paused a few moments to muse and then continued, “Just to give you an idea. One afternoon I was with the wife naked on our bed. She had blindfolded me and we were into some serious petting. Well we were both getting hot when she rolled on top. She started frenching me and playing with my clitoris, while the husband snuck into the room and mounted her from behind. I nearly jumped out of my skin when he bumped my legs and knew exactly when he slid his dick into her, because her saliva started cascading into my mouth around her tongue. They had been having sex for almost thirty minutes; when with out any warning, he stuffed his cock deep inside me and gave a few long quick thrusts, and his sperm surged into me. I was so startled I screamed and bucked trying to shake his dick out of me but the wife let out an impish giggle and held me tight until he pulled out. That is one of the times I conceived.” As she became quiet, Starr smiled amorously reminiscing.

 

“Am I going to fuck Jerome or Greg, Starr?” Rachel shyly asked.

 

“No. You will have to strip the male we do use and handle his dick, but I’ll ‘get…!’ to do the fucking.” Starr explained as she rubbed her genitals and dreamily added, “I prefer sex with men because I love the feeling of a hard cock moving inside me. The feeling of sperm gushing, soaking my cheeks, and running down the crack of my ass really thrill me still. Just thinking of it gets me wet.” she paused and took a few deep breaths and added, “Dildos and strap-ons are okay but little more than pacifiers. When I am with a woman I would rather she use her tongue and or fingers to get me off, and I ‘dooo…!’ love to exchange fluids with women!” Starr dreamily stared at the floor as she diddled her nipple.

 

With a loud sigh, Starr continued explaining the bidding process, “The third cycle starts with individual bidders asking more questions and deciding weather you do me or I do you first. Think of these questions as essays too but requiring only short essay answers. So depending on the out come of this Q and A I will be exposing, and touching different parts of your privates and you will be handling mine in turn. We will take different poses, lying down, bending over or standing up with a leg propped on a chair or something. We will be spreading our legs wide so they can see every little thing.” Starr stopped and watched Rachel turn away in embarrassment and knew her embarrassment was from being turned on. In a deep alluring voice she continued, “We will be fingering each other’s vaginal folds and anuses suckling each other’s breasts. The bidders are going to be watching your responses as we take turns with our ministrations to each other. You must look like an eager and happy participant. The more aroused you look the wetter the wives will get, the harder their dicks are going to get, and the higher the bids are going to go. If you know what I mean?”

 

“Yes. I knoooww…what you mean!” Rachel smiled quipped and then assured, “I will try to arouse you, and let you arouse me, and look good doing it.”

 

“Rachel you look really good you have the face and body these people really want. The; I’m young, fertile, and full of cum, and I’m easy, look see how easy I get hot.” Starr consoled and cupped Rachel’s cheek. Rachel’s eyes closed and her knees warbled. Starr quaffed deeply at the air and closed her eyes and in a voice near whisper warmly warned, “We will continue this later!” Coolly Starr continued Rachel’s orientation, “When the forth-round starts we will both be making love; the two of us, having sex together. We will be going from French kissing to down on each other, you know sucking tongues, lips, nipples and clitorises. You will have your fingers in me and I’m going to have my fingers in you. Don’t worry about cumming on my face I like it, but even if you don’t like my cumming in your face you must look like you do. And yes the cameras will be running, catching the action from all angles, ‘all…!’ of the action from ‘all…!’ of the angles.”

 

“Starr I’m not sure but I don’t think I have ever had an orgasm.” She grimaced casting glances around the room as her face flashed deep red, and in a shaky assured, “I know I will like you juices on my face.”

 

“Not even when you masturbated?” Starr asked puzzled.

 

Rachel grimaced as she admitted, “I never masturbated.”

 

“Never?” Starr gave a deep husky sigh and combing Rachel’s hair with her fingers warmly assured, “Well I am going to be looking forward to giving you your first orgasm. Don’t worry it doesn’t hurt, I promise!” Starr smiled impishly her upper cheeks reddening and continued. “When the fifth-round starts I say I want ‘my man go get my man.’ You go get him and walk into the room hand and hand this is where you first handle him; you kiss him, take his clothes off, you rub your naked body on his, you rub his cock with your hands, legs and buttocks, you turn him on and tell him that your mama wants you. As saucily as you can and still sound real.”

 

“I don’t think can I rub his penis in front of the camera.” She nervously admitted as she danced from foot to foot as if she had to pee.

 

“Rachel you have too. It won’t squirt on you or bite you.” Starr teasingly quipped and then warmly added, “They need to know you will handle their every little thing.”

 

“Just rub it not have sex?” Rachel pried farther.

 

“You are not supposed to suck or fuck it.” Starr said as a matter of factly and with a smile on her face coaxed, “Just hold it against your face and smile, that will drive them crazy I promise. You keep forgetting these people are after you for your inexperience not your experience, your youth and innocents, not you wiles. You do have to prove that you are willing to and can so to speak ‘handle…’ the job.”

 

“I can do that. Starr? I am still having trouble understanding this whole thing.” Rachel resigned and grimaced as she added, “I still keep seeing those nasty reports of the white slavery trade and can’t hel…”

 

“Just relax.” Starr interjected and consoled, “Leon started this business for those very reasons he hated every article.” Starr gave Rachel a much-needed hug and then went with her introduction, “Remember the important thing is being sexy without seeming like you are straining. I’ll rub the sheet if I think you need to slow down some. The next cycle of bidding starts when you put his dick into my pussy, and start sucking my clitoris, and moving his dick inside me with your hand. This is ‘the…! Pose…!’ my fave and theirs too… mostly.”

 

“Why use that pose? I know my mouth is going to touch his penis!” Rachel’s face wrinkled and she stuck her tongue out as if having a foul tasting substance in her mouth.

 

“Yes. Just don’t think about that, think of kissing my pussy.” Starr became quiet as she reminisced and then warmly assured, “That is the one position they all share. You’ll see why when it happens to you, it can be explosive. I’ll tell you a short story.” A broad smile beamed as Starr collected her thoughts her cheeks turned blush as she started, “I was with my first couple it was the third week, and I hadn’t had sex the two months before my arrival and watching them having sex made me ache. They had sex in bed every night with me lying next to them or under them getting wet from their sweat for the first two weeks. I tell you I was hoorneey…!”

 

“I just finished my shower, and walked into the bedroom. She was sitting on the bed smiling at me a kind of crooked sexy smile she had when she knew I was aroused and I could smell her heat. She was just patting the bed next to her, where she wanted me to lie down. When she moved I saw the shinny wet spot she made. I was quite nervous because this was my first contract and my first time being with a woman, except for the interview. I was sort of turned on already when she started kissing my face and fondling my breasts. She knew exactly how to squeeze my nipples. When she started frenching me, and putting her fingers inside me, my fire was lit, my juices were running out of me, and she made it feel ‘Oh…!’ ‘So…!’ Good! She was tweaking my nipples with the fingers of one hand while diddling my clitoris with the thumb of her other hand splaying my labia with her fingers. She knew just when to stop to keep me from cumming. My God! I would start to pant and gasp and she would stop and stay very still and wait for me to come down then start again. She did that to me several times till my groin started aching. She was kissing her way down to my vagina when her husband lay down next to me and began fondling my other breast and nipple, nibbling my ear, and pressing his cock onto my side. His dick was already very hard I could feel it throbbing. I was trembling I was so hot, and so scared. It felt like some one was blowing up balloons inside of me and then letting the air out, I thought I was about to explode.”

 

Starr paused took a short drink of water and started again, “Her suckling my clitoris and fingering my labia kept me so dilated I was wide open. My cream was beading and flowing down my anus, I was soaking the sheet beneath me. I was getting close to cumming when in one smooth movement, they pulled me on top him and with her mouth still suckling my clitoris, she slid his cock into me. My God…! I exploded before it was all the way in, I tried to scream but couldn’t. I just gasp uncontrollably and moaned mindlessly. I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and shoved her face onto my pussy. My vaginal muscles convulsed gripping his cock tightly; I heard her grunting and moaning loudly like she was having an orgasm too. I ground her mouth into my clitoris, and felt I was going to jump out of my skin gasping and writhing. I felt so spent, yet when she started manually moving his cock inside me and when he started ejaculating I exploded again, I thought my innards were squirting out of me through my pussy with every contraction. His dick didn’t go soft then either.”

 

“The three of us rolled over he was on top and she was under me. I was passionately kissing her we were moaning loudly and grunting like animals. She was foundling my breasts and nipples while he was working his dick just inside my opening rolling my labia with every quick short stroke. Over the next thirty or so minutes I probably had twenty small orgasms, but when he ejaculated I yelled and jumped from the forcefulness of his stream. When we finely finished we just lay there in a pool of our sweat, and his semen mixed with our juices.” Starr took a long pause and reminiscently added, “I for the most part, have had a good time with all of my owners. It’s best to think of them that way, because they are… your owners. Remember to keep your guard up some of them are ass holes and will try to trip you up, cause you to violate the contract, and as you know it saves them money.”

 

“Oh! Starr you’ve made me wet my panties, my fanny is slipping inside them. Maybe we can fool around a little first?” Rachel enticed as she slipped a little closer.

 

“Save it for the camera.” Starr cautioned, “You will need to look Hot…! Wet…! And Sexy…!”

 

“I feel all melted inside I ache. I will be glad to help you have an orgasm, and know… I want you too.” Rachel purred smiling and whispered, “When we get the time.”

 

“You know Rachel this doesn’t have to feel like work we are allowed to enjoy the bidding process.” Starr cooed and ran her fingers through Rachel’s hair smiling as she said, “During this round when you start manually making him cum inside me they are going to want to watch your pussy and see if you turn wet while he is cumming. Your bottom will be faced right at the camera, and it will be a tight shot.”

 

“What do you mean ‘a tight shot?’” a puzzled look washed across Rachel’s reddening face.

 

“A close up. A well lit… close up. And your legs will be spread wide so you will… be wide open, offering a full view.” Starr alluringly patted Rachel’s buttocks.

 

A weak smile appeared on Rachel’s face as she asked, “Starr? Say I stay the full term do I get a vacation or what?”

 

“No more than a week and the time it takes to start another round of bidding.” Starr informed adding, “More than that and you’ll have to pay for the escort you will need.”

 

“An escort?” Rachel remarked in surprise and asked, “What do I need an escort for?”

 

“As long as you work for Leon and his special clients you belong to them and Leon twenty-four seven three sixty-five.” Starr explained and with a light laugh added, “Don’t worry Leon will pay for the escort the first week. If you stay longer than a week, you have to pay for the escort. If you go without an escort, you will loose your priority in the bidding and have to get and pay for another check up. Another three rules here are, security, security, and security. He has to protect his clients, and that means us too.”

 

“Do you know why they pay so much to conceive then have an abortion?” Rachel asked with a confused look on her face.

 

“Some like to ‘cum’ in a fertile womb, others believe that they are freeing a spirit.” Starr mused before continuing, “Don’t ask me to explain that; as for me I love the feeling of sperm gushing inside my womb.”

 

“So the long and short of it all is; I just stay at their house and cook, clean, have sex, and be a dutiful wife for eighteen months at a time?” Rachel pertly recapped.

 

“It depends on the couple and the ground rules, but yes you must comply completely, or you will violate that contract.” Starr firmly asserted adding, “The six month term has to be completed or you get nothing, even if there is only one hour left.”

 

“What if someone in my family gets sick?” Rachel quizzed.

 

“That’s a medical reason, and something will be worked out so you can take an absence.” Starr answered and then quipped, “I have trouble reading too it is all in the brochure.”

 

Leon came around the corner looked at Starr and Rachel, “Rachel give Starr a wet kiss.” He ordered and with a chuckle asked, “Did you give Rachel the blow by blow on the bidding process?”

 

“HUmmm huumm.” Starr toned as her lips were sealed to Rachel’s.

 

“‘Oh!’ That looks ‘swee…eet…!’” Leon remarked as he watched the rosy cheeks meshing and then brayed, “I think the bidding is going to be heated maybe even over the top! Because every one of the families of the Tantrik love cults have joined the bidding, all of the older couples as well as all of the younger couples.” Leon paused as watched the screen and then blurted out, “Even a bunch of our pre-approved first time couples have come on line to join in, and a bunch of the singles have logged on just to watch.”

 

“Rachel you kiss good like you know what you are doing.” Starr purred as she cupped Rachel’s cheek.

 

“It can’t be that different than kissing boys.” Rachel smiled blushing a little and nuzzled Starr’s palm.

 

“I would say you are going to have a lot of fun and get paid for it too.” Starr commented gayly, then cautioned, “Stay away from the Tantrik love cults as I hear they are really hard to work with.”

 

“Are they dangerous?” Rachel whispered.

 

“No they are extremely demanding.” Starr answered frankly and then explained, “They really believe in the exchange of fluids during sex!”

 

“Well girls, show time fifteen minutes!” Leon said as he ground his hands together and an impish grin beamed, then introduced, “This is Greg. He will be assisting us with parts of the bidding. Greg ‘this…!’ is Rachel, and you already know Starr.”

 

“Hi girls.” Greg said as he turned towards them.

 

Rachel just stuttered when she tried to speak as she had been caught off guard by the huge bulge in Greg’s pants. Starr kicked in, “Oh don’t mind her she has never seen such a well endowed male but not to worry she ‘will…!’ catch on.” Starr ensured as she gave his flaccid penis a firm shaking.

 

End. Chp. 1

 

I had a lot of fun writing this story and hope you will enjoy reading it. Ch. 2 will be a lot more than a fun tease. Please send comments to writermike2003@yahoo.com. All reasonable and constructive e-mails will be responded to.

Thank you for your time. writermike

 

 

Perhaps, in order for you to create a mental image of me, now would be the best time to describe myself. I am a long legged 5'3" natural brunette with blue eyes and weigh between 105-110 lbs. My measurements are 36,23,36 with a C cup and I'm one that's lucky enough to have all my proportions in all the right places. I'm considered very attractive and am often referred to, or likened as, drop-dead gorgeous, stunning, ravishing, sensual, etc. A seemingly conceited description of myself, but not really, seeing the similes are as men have described me and not as how I see myself. Although it would be nice to say that whether it's at work, shopping, the bar, or just out and about in general etc, men are always hitting on me and trying to get me to go out with them, but that wouldn't be an entirely truthful or an accurate statement. Yes, It does happen quite often but by those that are bolder or more confident than most but generaly speaking men tend to be withdrawn and shy in approaching me. When Mike and I were first married and the bolder ones would try to connect with me, I would have nothing to do with it.

All went as expected as a normal married couple for a few years, but slowly my husband started suggesting things in a subtle way. One night after we had made love for the second time and we were laying there recuperating he said, 
" I had this weird dream last night."
Naturally I asked him what it was and he described,

 " we were at a party and when it was time to leave, you were nowhere to be found. I looked everywhere but I still couldn't find you. I went to get our coats from the bedroom where we'd left them and when I entered, I saw you there being felt up by a stranger. He had you up against the wall, groping your breasts and pushing your skirt up. I was so upset seeing the two of you like that, but I couldn't move. It was like I was paralyzed and even though I was in the same room, you weren't able to see me. It was like I wasn't there! You kept telling him stop it!, but he wouldn't stop. I wanted to help but I couldn't. I don't remember how it came about but all of a sudden you were both naked on the bed and you weren't fighting his advances anymore. Just as he was spreading your legs I woke up. What a crazy dream!"

I felt disgusted when I heard the details of his dream and told him so. He replied "Gosh, Mandy,  it's only a dream! I can't help or control what I dream." How could I argue with that? After all, everyone has dreams that don't make sense. Although I agreed with his point I was somewhat skeptical , seeing he was hard again and so shortly after making love for the second time. That had never happened before. 

A few weeks later, and very nonchalantly, he would bring the dream back up and say something like,
"Boy! you remember that dream I told you about? I keep thinking about it and you looked so sexy up against the wall. I can't help it, but I get hard every time I think about it." Although it still bothered me hearing him say that, I wasn't as digusted as when he first described it to me. By now I'd had time to think and I rationalized that it was a fantasy. Much the same as some of my fantasies. No big deal. If it excited him and enhanced our love making then I could accept it.

It wasn't long afterwards that as we were making love and as I was staring my climax, Mike would whisper in my ear " so? would you like it if a man other than me was inside you right now?" or " Do you have any idea how many men would want to be me and be where I am right now?" He never carried on. He just made subtle suggestions and soon I was enjoying hearing his naughty thoughts as I came to orgasm. No harm in that. It was only fantasy, wasn't it? Yes, I started to wonder If he would really enjoy it if it really was to happen And found myself fantasizing a fantasy that had never crossed my mind before. 

Over time, and when we were at the bar together, I started to get the feeling that should a man make moves on me, Mike wouldn't be upset by it or wouldn't care if they did.  If a man would come over to our table and ask me if I'd like to dance with him, Mike would say,
" It's up to her, I don't mind."

That type of answer sort of annoyed me and even if I didn't really feel like dancing I would do so anyways, just to get away and calm down a bit so that I wouldn't get into an argument with him over how easily he passed me out.

On one occasion in particular when I returned to our table, after dancing with a man that kept trying to pull me in very to him, I asked Mike,
" what if that guy had made advances towards me while I was waltzing with him?"
Mike shrugged it off and said,
"I doubt that! This a public place and he knows you are with me."

I don't know really remember why or when I changed from a loving wife to a flirtatious one. Perhaps it was because I wanted to prove Mike wrong about what some men would do, public or not, or perhaps it was when I wondered if he might eventually get jealous, but change I did!

Over time I found myself flirting more and more, and waltzing closer and closer with the men that asked me to dance with them. Mike never got jealous. Naturally, with me waltzing in tighter to my dancing partners as I now tended to do and with the effects of the liquor, atmosphere and flashing lights, it was only a matter of time before a hand, whether accidentally or not, would brush against one of my breasts or would ride down the hollow of my back and work its way down further until it was on my butt.

Initially, when that happen, I'd make an effort to stop them. Eventually, especially once I knew Mike had seen the other's antics and never said anything, I stopped rejecting their advances. Subsequently I found myself dancing in a very intimate manner and now that I didn't place any restrictions on my dancing partner's hands, it would usually result in an erection being pressed up against my leg. Prior, if I got the feeling Mike didn't care, I would have felt repulsed. Now, I found that it stirred me inside. I couldn't control that. It must be nature, because it certainly wasn't with any intent on my part.

I remember the first time things went much further. As usual, once we arrived at the bar, Mike put his name up on the challenge board at the pool tables. Just as so many times before, once his turn came to play, he'd be gone and leave me sitting by myself. As it turned out, Mike's first game was against Steve and Mike beat him. That's how Steve ended up sitting at my table with me. Mike had invited Steve to sit at our table seeing he was by himself. While Steve waited for his turn to play pool again, we got the chance to talk and get to know each other some.He had a wonderful sense of humor and had me laughing most of the night. When Steve's turn would come to play pool again, I found myself feeling disappointed that he had to leave. I wished that he would loose, just so that he would be back quick and make me laugh some more. Mike was on a roll and winning all his games. Steve was back at my table within minutes. Mike only lost two games in three or four hours, and that's the only time he was at the table with Steve and I. While Mike was gone, Steve and I had a great time talking and dancing. About half an hour before the bar was to close Mike finally a game and when he came over to the table he asked Steve if he'd like to play some pool at our house. Mike rationalized leaving, seeing he wouldn't get another turn at the pool tables before the bar closed. Mike had been playing for two beers per game and I could hear he was very drunk.We all left and as I drove to our house, Steve followed in his car.

After a few games of pool at our house , Mike started to become rude and abusive towards Steve. He was saying things like,
" Hell man, you are the shits. Mandy doesn't play pool and she could beat you."
I was so embarrassed. and said so. I kept apologizing for the way Mike was acting and Steve said
" that's OK, he's pretty drunk I'm sure he doesn't mean it."
After about three games, Steve said he didn't want to play for a bit, and that it was too boring for me.
"Well!" Mike said,
"OK, fine! You two can sit and talk. I'm going to lay down. I'll be back later."
As he was heading up the stairs, he looked over at me and slurred,
" you can entertain him for a while."

Steve and I sat talking, having a few drinks and listening to music for about fifteen minutes.At one point he asked if I wanted to play some pool, but I declined, reminding him I didn't play pool. He then said,
"you dance, would you like to dance?"
I laughed at that, and replied,
"Yes, I'd love to."

We moved into each others arms, as we had done at the bar. It shouldn't have felt any different, but as our bodies moved together I instantly became aware of Steve's hardness that was pressing up against my leg. We had only just started to dance, and I remember thinking

"He's already got an erection! Even before, I'm in his arms!"

I had felt the same thing at the bar, but there it hadn't occurred right from the onset. At the bar it had felt sexy, now it felt sensual. Also, unlike at the bar where he had only one arm around my waist, now, both of his arms encircled me. In hindsight I suppose I shouldn't have allowed him to do that but that night it felt right. Actually, I was getting bit drunk myself and even though I had a feeling that this might go much further than just dancing, I didn't want to do anything to stifle the feelings Steve was arousing within me. We danced to a couple of songs, and the whole time I kept thinking Mike was going to come back downstairs at any second. About this time, Steve needed to use the washroom and while he did, I slipped upstairs to check on Mike. He was laying on our bed, snoring and seemed out cold. Knowing Mike, and how deep he slept when drunk, I felt he was likely out for the night.

I returned back downstairs and when Steve came out of the washroom, we started to dance again. Half way through the song, his hands were lower than they had been all night. I pulled them up once or twice, but soon, I relented and didn't stop him.The skirt I was wearing wasn't long, but I became aware that Steve was somehow making it shorter and getting it to ride higher and higher by the chill on my skin as it became exposed to the basement's air. I just didn't realize how high! That is, until I felt the cool basement air on my buttocks. The next thing I remember happening was his fingers slipping inside the top edge of my pantyhose. Never having a man do that to me, it caused me to reflexively pull away from his touch. By doing so, it caused me to move my pelvis in closer to him. Now we were moving as one. I can't say dancing, because we really weren't moving our feet. We were just sort of swaying to the music. I felt so guilty, but yet so good. The good was stronger. I didn't stop him. His fingers continued their journey down until they were moving down into the top of my panties as well. His hands were SO warm! As Steve's hands kept moving further down, my natural reflexes continuously caused me to move away from his advances, resulting in my pelvis moving forward further and up tighter yet up against his erection. The further his hands slid down, the more compressed I ended up against him. I remember thinking how long his penis felt, up against my leg. Much longer than Mike's. Soon, my hose and panties were half way off my buttocks and both of his hands were caressing my cheeks.

About that time, the music ended. I had to change the disc. I went over to the stereo and while I was bending forward to change the disc, Steve came up behind me and reached around me, cupping my breasts. I could feel his manhood pressing against my cheeks. I don't know how I managed to get the new disc in. The music started again, but he didn't release me. He just started swaying and grinding his erection into my tush . I joined in to his movements. The tank top I had on didn't cushion any feelings. He rubbed my nipples with his thumbs and started kissing my neck. I'm SO ticklish in my neck. He chuckled when I curled my head so as to try to stop him from kissing me there. Releasing one hand from my breasts, he reached down, lifted my skirt, and slipped it into my hose and panties, but from the front this time! That scared me. A strange man going there but I didn't stop him.  I was so wet now and I didn't want him to get yucky. Isn't that crazy! The thoughts that run through ones mind.

As his hand slid down, so did I. My natural reflexes and my conscious as a faithful wife were still working, so I involuntarily tried to avoid his advances by moving down also. Doing so made me settle to the floor but eventually I ran out of room to move further away from his touch. Once I was on my knees, his hand found me and moved in between my legs. Somehow Steve urged me down onto my stomach and we ended up laying down, right in front of the stereo. His body followed mine and he ended up laying on top of me. I was glad that he was behind me, so I didn't have to look at him. I kept my eyes closed, and relished in the way his hands were fervidly exploring my body.Now that I had nowhere left to go to avoid his advances , Steve wasted no time in working his fingers into my vagina. As his fingers worked deeper into me, it felt much the same as if I was rubbing my own breasts, and entering myself with my fingers as I do when I masturbate. Steve moaned a sound of approval when I reached down between my legs, covered his hand with mine and partnered my fingers with his as they were probing inside me. Yes! I could pretend that I was masturbating myself but, there was that bulge though! Pushing against my rear. It felt SO good. Better than I thought it would, or, that it should have, to a faithful wife.

By now my hose and panties were down past my hips and my skirt bunched at my waist.Breaking momentarily, he moved his body down and using the hand that had been between my legs, proceeded to push my hose and panties to my knees, my calves and then off my feet. I thought, "My goodness, he has long arms", seeing his upper hand never left my nipples.I also thought "I wonder if his penis is as long as his arms." Realizing this was heading much further than just petting, my conscious started to intervene and I said,
" NO, I can't do this. It's just not right!"
to which he replied, in a surprised and disappointed tone,
" You want me to stop?"
My guilt feelings said yes, but the feeling I was experiencing said no. I whispered,
" NO "
He asked,
" are you sure? "
I responded,
"yes I'm sure,,,don't stop."

Once my panties and hose left me, his hand rejoined mine again between my legs. His head was now right by my tush and he started to lick, kiss and softly bite my ass. Oh My! Not even my husband had ever done this! It felt "SO" good. Here's me, a virgin to everyone else but Mike, laying on the floor of our basement, getting my ass licked. Steve's tongue kept going deeper between my cheeks. It felt so strange. It felt so good. My heart was racing now. My mind and thoughts rushing. The lower Steve kissed, licked, and nibbled, the further my legs spread almost as if they had a mind of their own. Then it happened, the best, yet most embarrassing thing. Steve started to kiss and lick my bud. This went beyond naughty. It was pure lust. I could feel my stomach muscles beginning to involuntarily spasm. My vaginal secretions were actually running off my legs and making the carpet wet beneath me. His tongue and fingers seemed to be working as one. As his fingers probed deeper into my vagina, his tongue did likewise into my anus. Slowly but surely he managed to move deeper into me until finally his lips were pressed up tight against me.I started to shudder and felt my contractions intensifying in my abdomen, I knew I was coming to climax.

He must have sensed I was climaxing because he slid his body up onto me, pulled off my tank top and proceeded to poke and push his member against my anus.
I whispered,
" NO you can't! You don't have a condom on."
he replied
" I have one on."

I reached down , felt him, and sure enough he had one on! He had put one on when he went to the washroom! Steve must love Greek, but I wouldn't let him. I couldn't let him! It was bad enough that I was about to become an unfaithful wife, never mind being sodomized.

Without thinking and almost in a compensatory way, I guided him into my vagina. He didn't complain and as he pushed his penis into me I could feel him spreading tissue deep inside me that my husband had never been able to do. Even when I thought he was fully in me, his length moved deeper yet! I must have gasped or moaned, because he voiced,
"shhhhhh."

As he started thrusting, I could hear the slap, slap, sound as his pelvis met my buttocks and the squishing sounds of my wetness as he moved in and out of me. It's a good thing I was right by the stereo, so that I could reach out and turn up the volume to cover up the noises we were making. I started to climax after 6 or 8 thrusts and I held my face in the carpet in order to try and muffle my squeals of delight. Steve came to orgasm after 20-30 thrusts, just about the time that I was reaching my peak. After Steve was spent and once his breathing became somewhat more controlled, he whispered in my ear,
"Here, let me clean you up."

He then rolled me over, spread my legs and buried his face between them. Ever so gently, he licked and lapped up my pussy's nectar. I almost got caught up in the new sensations he was stirring up inside me, but just about that time the Cd ended and my mind rushed back to the thought of my Mike sleeping upstairs. I whispered,
" we should get dressed now."

While we were cleaning up and dressing I thought God!, What if Mike had woken and he had come downstairs as we were making it! I got Steve to leave as quickly as possible and no sooner was he gone, that all the guilt feelings rushed into my mind.

The next day,Sunday, I was hung over and SO, SO depressed. I kept going to the washroom to have a cry. Mike kept asking me,
" what's wrong."
I held out saying,
" Nothing."
I held out until mid afternoon and then I broke down and told him,
" something happened last night."
He calmly replied,
" I know. I was watching you from the top of the stairs."
I screamed at him,
" you're not mad, or jealous?"
He replied,
" No, not at all. I came two times watching you. The first time just after you changed the music, and the second time as you were gasping and moaning. I'm not mad, or jealous. I'm so turned on and I love you."

I told him he deserved that. Letting me flirt and him being so rude to Steve. He laughed and said,
"I knew Steve was hot for you. He couldn't take his eyes off you all night. As for being rude, if he liked me he probably wouldn't have seduced you"

So there it is. That's how it started. Even though I didn't let Mike touch me for weeks after that, eventually the anger and guilt subsided, leaving only the memories of the excitement I experienced that night.Within a month, I found myself fantasizing and yearning for those feelings again. Six weeks later I repeated with another man.Once again experienced guilt and depression afterward but the recovery period was much shorter this time.Within a year, I ended up going out every Friday or Saturday night looking to bring home a new guest to please Mike's voyeurism and my lust.

That was several years ago, and since then, when we go out together, I tell prospective guests my husband is my brother from out of town and staying over for the weekend. Other times, he stays home and I go out with my girlfriend, and then bring the man home. I phone before I come home and let him know I have company. He hides in the spare bedroom.

I'm so glad that the Steve was so sweet and such a good lover. If he would have been a dud, I wouldn't be sharing my experiences now.

Steve was fantastic, but he's not the best, and thinking back, knowing what I know now, I'm saddened that I rushed my him out of the door as I did. I never got to savor his taste. If I could do it all over again, we would have showered together, cuddled on the couch, and I would have made sure we satisfied each other orally.

Perhaps? one day I will meet up with him again and then I can make up for my nervousness that first time.

Two guys (early 20's) pulled up beside us and being distracted with my hand on her pussy I didn't notice them until they were right beside me. They were moving at a fast clip when they passed us but the guy in the passenger seat looked over and I knew he seen my wife laying back with her legs spread and her blouse hanging open. I told her I thought the two guys in that truck had seen her but she didn't care and in fact said, "I wish they would slow down and have another look, if they do I'll give them a good look." This really made me hard. The speed limit was 110 but I was going about 100 and stayed in the slow lane.

After they passed us I could see the passenger taking to the driver and my wife had just finished saying that when I could see that we were gaining on them as they were slowing down. I had the car on cruise so we slowly came up on then and I told her that I thought she might have just got her wish. She looked up to see us catching up to them again so I got her to finish undoing the blouse and even got her to slid the bra straps down before we came up beside them. Just before we were coming up on them I tilted my seat back so they could get a better view. They sure as hell weren’t shy about looking. I could see the drive lean ahead to get a better look. My wife shifted to let her skirt ride up her thighs to where you could see her bare flesh above her nylons - christ she looked sexy. The boys adjusted their speed to stay beside us for what was probably a couple of minutes. I looked over and gave them a smile and a thumbs up. I then reached over and pulled her bra down off her breasts so they could see her in all her glory. As cars were now catching up to us they pulled ahead and over into our lane. I sat my seat back up so we didn't disturb anyone as they looked like family cars coming.

As soon as all the cars past we were the coast was clear again. I asked my wife if she was just going to be a cock tease or ...? She said that if I could find a place and they were willing she would give them all they wanted. The boys in the truck dropped back and came up beside us again. I motioned for them to pull over someplace. They sped up and pulled ahead again and about 3 or 4 minutes down the road they were pulled over at a roadside turnout. I pulled in behind them and stopped and rolled both our windows down.

The two guys came up to us on her side of the car and started talking to Cheryl. They told her they sure appreciated the view. She just smiled and said thanks but is all you want to do is look? The guy who was the passenger (later found out his name was Dave) just leaned down reached in and took her right breast in his one hand and ran his other hand up her leg and rubbed her pussy. Cheryl spread her legs wider to let him get his hand in her panties. He very quick inserted two fingers in her and as horny as she now was started coming on his hand. I asked them if they wanted more of this action. They were all for it but we couldn't do this on a main highway. I asked them if they were from around here and do they know of a secluded place we could go to? They said in union "follow us." About a mile or so down the highways they turned off on a dirt road that led to a farmers hay field that was surrounded by bush. They turned into an approach and parked by some bush where you couldn’t be seen from the road.

I parked beside them and went around and helped Cheryl out of the car. The two guys immediately came over to her and had their hands all over. One stood behind her and put his arms around her and had one tit in each hand mauling her. The other stood in front and had her skirt pulled up his hands down her panties and again was fingering her. I took the liberty of undoing the side snap on her skirt and Dave moved his hands and let it drop to the ground. They moved her over to the back of the truck and let the back gate down. As Jerry (the driver's name I now knew) lifted her on to the gate Dave slid her panties off. By now she had also lost her blouse and bra and they were also lying on the ground.

I just stood back and watched with my cock now out and was stroking as Jerry cradled her in his crotch still hold her boobs and her legs right at the edge of the truck bed and Dave, who now had his pants around his feet and his cock out (I'm guessing 7.5" and thick) just moved in-between her legs and shoved it in. She was so wet that it went in easily and then the fucking began. Dave fucked her hard and steady for about ten minutes before her started to cum in her. As he started to cum she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in as far as she could. She took a big, big load I could tell. As soon as Dave pulled out Jerry was there waiting. Again he just rammed it in (another good size - maybe bigger than Dave) and started fucking her. He too took about ten or so minutes of hard fucking (these farm boys didn't fuck around) when I could see him start to tense up and soon he was cumin in her.

 

“Hey Rachel you look really worried, well if you didn’t you probably wouldn’t be here.” Starr comforted and started massaging her shoulders as she stepped behind Rachel and then consoled, “Just think Rachel you will be doing what you want to do with me and getting paid for it.”

 

“I’m so scared I’m shaking.” She held up her trembling hand as proof.

 

“I remember this part of the wait.” Starr warmly acknowledged and gave a tender kiss to Rachel’s ear and then admitted, “At every little bump or clank I was ready to dash for the door as if my life depended on it,” and started combing her hair with her fingers then assured, “The clients are going to want to see some uncertainty in your actions hear some hesitations in your voice, just remember it is okay to have a good time and get paid for it! I survived it and I still look good!”

 

“Yea you do. You don’t look like a whore you are beautiful. I don’t want to look like a whore.” She firmly pointed out adding, “I’ve seen some of the street walkers, and they look so hard.”

 

“That’s because they live a hard life, work with Leon and you won’t. I was young like you when my parents split and I didn’t want to stay at home. That’s when I met Leo, now that is far behind me, and now I have my own home with all the trimmings, a car, a boyfriend, and I am still working with Leon. You’ll do fine.” Starr consoled as she continued running her fingers through Rachel’s hair.

 

“Oh Starr tell me about one of your bad ones, I know it hasn’t all been milk and honey.” Rachel asked as she continued to stare at the bed and chair in the set through the window.

 

“It was my last contract and I picked the wrong one of the top ten bidders. I call her the ‘dildo diaper lady,’ ole Leon fixed her though; she has a flag next to her name now. That means the couple must list every little thing they want to do and what they expect to have done on the contract, in the black and white…! On… paper!”

 

“I see you are still a little tweaked by it, tell me a about it please!” She urged Rachel’s mood was starting to warm up.

 

“Hell I had to potty in diapers like an infant and wait for her to change me. It was weeks before I was allowed to go to the bathroom like an adult and then only a few times, and weeks between the times that she would pleasure me. I would mess in my diapers and she would change me. No! Hell no! I couldn’t tell her either I had to wait for her to stick her finger through the elastic leggings of the rubber pants or down my back. Then she would act surprise and say ‘oh…!’ the baby is wet or ‘oh…!’ the baby went poop!” Starr had wrinkles between her eyes and her face looked almost angry as she recalled the events for Rachel.

Rachel laughed out loud then Starr joined in. They sat on the couch in the staged set. “Keep going Starr!” Rachel prodded and put her hand in Starr’s.

 

“So all day and night for weeks at a time I had to where the diapers, rubber pants, and a strap on dildo, with sweats on over them, as I performed my duties. No bra just the very loose fitting sweatshirt and pants. I looked like a pile of dirty laundry walking around the house and I had to pull them up all the time; they were so loose they would slip over the rubber pants and hang on the dildo. I would have to seduce her if she came into the room, or if I ran into her doing house work. Some times not often she would take the strap on off me and put it on and poke me through the diapers and French kiss me, and kiss my tits eventually she would pull the diapers down just enough to slip that thing into me and mount me from behind with my legs closed, and slowly work it back and forth inside me. She never hurt me with it, and sometimes she would get me to climax, but only sometimes.”

 

Starr stretched and went on, “When I messed in the diapers she would clean me with a hot washcloth, and wash her hands then sometimes not often she would finger me. Then put fresh diapers and a clean pair of rubber pants on me then hand me the strap on, and watch as I put it on. She wanted me to do it just like she did poke her genitals through her clothes, and then I would pull her pants down just enough to enter her from behind. We would have sex for hours and some times taking turns. Stopping only long enough for her to potty and then we might start again, or she would order me to finish the house work or fix something to eat.”

 

Starr took a long drink of water and started telling her story, “I think she made the dildo her self, I’ve never seen anything like it for sell. It was thin and shaped like a corkscrew with stiff but flexible wires coated with rubber and on the end of each wire a hook shaped node and was faced outward, so when it entered it would pull my labia in, and on top it had hoops that would grip at my clitoris and they felt really good but strange. Those pointy balls it was tipped with felt really strange inside me. It looked like a weird bottle scrubber. The only time I was nude was in the bath but I still had that dildo on, because sometimes she would climb on and do it in the tub. I had to wear it night and day cause she quite often wanted a quickie and I had to be ready to deliver at the wink of her eye.”

 

“It is still fresh in my memory because this is as bad as it can get and not break the rules. The first time I soiled my diapers it was my second day, and I was roused from her kissing and fingering me and I needed to go, but in stead of letting me up she climbed on top of me and rode that thing for quite a while. It was just too weird I had to do both pretty bad and couldn’t go just lying in bed, even with her bouncing on top of me, I thought my bladder was going to burst. I made coffee and breakfast, when we got up, she just sat in the nook reading a book while I cooked and set the table. I kept bumping into things with that dildo. I tell you it had to look funny me dressed in only an apron and diapers and that dildo getting caught in the cupboard handles. I remember needing to go so bad it hurt, I was trying to will her out of the kitchen so I could go, but no. We sat together eating and drinking coffee and talking. It was very difficult to talk and not reveal that I was under so much pressure. Any way I am sure she knew.”

 

Starr gave a short loud laugh and went on, “The pressure in both my butt and bladder was so intense I had trouble clearing the table. It was when I put my hands in the warm water I lost the fight. I could feel the pee start to trickle no mater how hard I squeezed it just kept leaking out, and I had to shit really… really bad, I remember feeling the tip of that turd poking out. I squeezed those muscles so tightly I couldn’t move I just stood there with my hands in the water making grunting noises as I strained to keep it in. She heard me and walked up to me she reached around my waist and rubbed my belly kissed me on the neck and said, ‘just let it slip out you’ll feel much better.’ I can still feel my stomach cave in and my knees buckle as I grunted convulsively. I felt that turd slide out and it mooshing against my cheeks as it pressed into the tight diaper and when I started to pee, again I gushed. I could feel the diaper and pants sagging from the weight as I filled them. I heard her sighing as I grunted. She made me finish washing the dishes before she changed me.”

 

“That sounds gross.” Rachel gasped out and then asked, “Did she at least do a good job of cleaning you?”

 

“Oh yes she had to. The clients are not allowed to harm or cause the need for medical attention. I could feel my piss weeping through the leggings as I walked to the changing room. Any way she got so hot, her panties were totally soaked. We had sex all over the house that day she must have had a dozen orgasms. We walked from room to room with me behind her keeping that dildo inside her. We rolled around on all the floors, on all the beds and couches. When ever she was ready to cum, she ordered me to, ‘hold that dildo tight!’ as she put it, then climb on top, and then take short staccatoed strokes until she orgasmed. She really got wet when she came, my whole belly would be soaked, and then she would lay on me for a long time resting.”

 

“What was her husband like?” Rachel eagerly pried.

 

Just then, Leon walked in and announced, “The server is down, so there will be a short delay. How are the two of you doing?” he asked.

 

“Just fine. Starr is telling me some of her war stories.” Rachel was noticeably relaxed as she talked Leon.

 

“What the diaper lady?” Leon sneered adding, “She isn’t going to bid this time I’ve cut her off for this set of bids.”

 

“Yes. How did you know?” Rachel asked.

 

“She tells that one the most, then there is the one where she got knocked up the first time.” He said, smiled and then left.

 

“Come tell me a little about him.” Rachel coaxed asking for more, “What turned his screw?”

 

“He liked to stuff that big dick of his down his wife’s throat. I think making her gag was a real turn-on for him. He would grab fistfuls of hair and make her suck it for a while, then tease her gag reflex and when she wrenched he would pull her head down and shove it in at the same time. Her arms would flail about as he stuffed her nose into his curly hairs with that cock down her throat. Take it out and start again. He would say, ‘Lick my balls this time bitch,’ and in he shoved that long fat cock. He made me watch all the time you could see her straining to lick his balls. He would pull it out, she would dry heave, cough a few times, and he would start it all over till he was ready to ‘shoot his load’ as he put it. I never saw her barf, but she sure dry heaved and coughed a lot. He would cum in her mouth or inside me what ever made his fancy that day. He would tell her to ‘swallow it bitch,’ she would fake it and make me swallow it a little at a time after he left.”

 

“That sounds perfectly horrid Starr!” Rachel said as her face twisted with an ugly grimace.

 

“Oh it wasn’t so bad after I got use to the routine.” Starr admitted and explained, “When I first started I almost lost a different contract cause I couldn’t deep throat the guy. You would be wise to learn how before the end of the first month.”

 

“Tell me how.” Rachel eagerly pried.

 

“When you feel the gag just slip it in fast.” Starr answered.

 

“That’s all.” Rachel groaned.

 

“No you have to get use to it before it gets better.” Starr said with a soft giggle.

 

“That isn’t magic I can do that.” Rachel said with determination and pressed farther, “We have time tell me some more please!”

 

“I’m sure you can.” Starr retorted and then continued with her story, “He was rarely there. Of eighteen months, he might have been there for six months. When he was, he was nasty towards her, but nice to me. He wasn’t much of a lover, but it was a nice break from that dildo. He would order her to take my diapers off when he wanted to use me and tell her to make sure I was clean. Once he walked in and ‘ordered!’ her to bathe me saying, ‘Clean her up good! I want her fresh!’ He rarely lasted more than ten minutes, but he wasn’t rough like he was with her, so it felt okay. I came close to cumming a few times with him, but didn’t because he would ejaculate too soon. When he was through, he would order her to, ‘finish her off,’ as he put it. She would enter me with that strange feeling dildo with those hook shaped things gripping my labia and those hoops stretching my clitoris. She never went in deep just pass my lips and worked it in and out with her thumb massaging my clitoris. I would cum really fast not because she was good, though she was, but because there was a long time in between orgasms so I was ready. Some times, he would watch and other times he wouldn’t. She wouldn’t even let me pee before putting the diaper back on. Sometimes they would be cloth diapers other times they were the disposable ones. Shit! I can feel them sagging now and that clammy wetness.”

 

Starr fidgeted in her seat adjusted her pants and panties then went on, “I was really glad she didn’t make me wash them, I think that was a secret thrill for her. She had that look on her face when she came from the laundry room. I don’t think she played in it, but she did get a thrill from cleaning me up, she was so hot afterward, and maybe washing the diapers. Ready girl here comes ole Leon and he is wearing a smile. Its on.”

 

“Here I want you to wear these blue panties and the two piece body suit.” Leon ordered as he handed the package Rachel and assured, “They’re clean they are brand new. If you want while you can still have some privacy you can use the changing room there,” pointing at a single door.

 

Rachel took the sack and opened it there, walked to the corner of the set turned away from Leon and Starr, took her clothes off and put on the panties and body suit. Looked up a little disgruntled as she held up her clothes and asked, “What do we do with these?”

 

“Fold them up and give them to me.” Directed Starr adding, “I will send them to the laundry.”

 

“Rachel.” Leon’s voice sounded soft and his face looked soft too, “its just fo…”

 

“I know it’s for the show the bidders, and a good price.” Rachel acknowledged. Her voice was somewhat more enthusiastic, and she had a weak smile on.

 

“Rachel you have to do this part on your own.” Starr informed and consoled, “You’ll do fine!” And left.

 

A quiet bell chimed the lights dimmed in the outer rooms and grew bright in the set. Leon announced, “Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen, Bidders in tonight’s auction this evening I bring to you Rachel. Rachel they all want to know if you feel like running for the door right now?”

 

“I think I would if I could, on the other hand I want to stay here and see how the bidding for my favors turns out.” Her voice started choppy but by the end of the first sentence it smoothed out and she continued, “I never thought or dreamed of doing anything like this. If you had asked me last week to bet, I would have wagered all my money against it, but here I am.”

 

“They want to know why you’ve only had sex once with the girl from school.” Leon’s voice crackled with frankness.

 

“I never really thought of it after that afternoon, it felt okay,” Rachel answered adding, “I think it had more to do with the thrill of sneaking around than the sex act itself. Any way I was too busy with school, work, and taking care of the house to spend time thinking of sex with boys or girls.”

 

“Rachel they know that you have only had one boy friend that you’ve had sex with. They want to know how many times and why it ended.” Leon asked softly.

 

“I think it is because I didn’t want to have sex as often as he did, and it just felt too strange to put his penis in my mouth. It tasted weird I gagged so I stopped.” She answered frankly and added, “I guess I wasn’t in the mood for sex mostly because I didn’t want to get caught, and also because I was too busy with so many other things. I have grown up some and I have felt aroused some at times, and I ‘will!’ try to learn how to pleasure you with my mouth.”

 

“That ends round one and with only a brief delay we will move on to round two. All of you know Starr some directly the rest of you from the newsletters she writes. Starr and Rachel have agreed to do a good show from your requests, and tonight Greg, whom some of you know too, will be servicing Starr for part of the show. The feeds are going off for a few minutes while we set up, so go potty, grab a soda, and bring a towel back with you, your going to need it.” Leon announced.

 

“Rachel there is a toilet in the dressing room you should try to go.” Leon advised. As Rachel closed the door Leon turned to Starr asking, “Well what do you think?”

 

“What are they asking for?” Starr smirked as she asked.

 

“They want you to start the kissing round and they want you to do a sex act with Rachel first.” Leon explained with a bit of a chuckle in his voice.

 

“Well Leon you might as well sing bingo because you couldn’t ask for a better setup.” Starr happily informed adding, “I will be able to coach her while I look like I’m nuzzling her ear.”

 

“Bingo! Bingo it is then.” Leon quieted his boyish braying as Rachel stepped from the bathroom.

 

“Bingo?” Rachel said looking puzzled, “Have I done okay so far?”

 

Starr went over and brushed her hair with her fingers asking, “Are you… okay? You looked sweated!”

 

“I dry heaved twice.” She embarrassedly admitted adding, “My groin really ache, but I peed and I’m ready to go on.”

 

“That’s my girl!” Starr sweet-talked, “You’ve been good. You answered them all just right, not too long and not too short. The second round is about to start, and the bidders want me to do the kissing, so when I come in act glad to see me and let me start the kissing. Rachel! You are okay!”

 

“Okay girls its ‘Show time!’” Leon crowed, dimmed the lights in the outer rooms, and brightened them in the set. Rachel was sitting in the chair as Starr entered the set.

 

“I’m really glad to see you,” her voice trailing some.

 

“Yea you look good to me Hun,” Starr’s voice sure and sweet. She put her hands on Rachel’s shoulders and pulled her into her arms, then threaded her fingers into her hair, and turned Rachel’s face to hers’ and kissed her lips gently. Rachel’s body quaked as their lips met; she filled Starr’s mouth with her gusting breaths. Starr’s mouth muffled her pleading moans, which soon settled into quiet little gurgling sounds as she began kissing Starr back. Rachel’s forehead and cheeks turned a bright red. Her face glistened with tiny beads of sweat. Her knees were noticeably weak as they broke the kiss and Starr moved her to the bed, draping her across the foot.

 

Starr combed Rachel’s hair fanning it out from her head, her softening rosy face and shinny black hair made a striking contrast to the white covers on the bed. Rachel’s clothed body was exposed to all four cameras, and her large bristling nipples shown clearly through the thin fabric of her top. Starr began showering little kisses all over her face, ears and neck. As Star kissed, Rachel slipped her hand under Starr’s shirt and was clearly fondling her breast. Starr lingered at the soft skin under Rachel’s chin, as she sucked it into her mouth Rachel’s abdomen heaved to her quickening breath. Starr slid her hand along her side and kneaded the pliant flesh of Rachel’s breast. Rachel’s legs lifted bending at the knees and opening revealing her wetness, as her passions stirred within. Rachel’s sweet creams had traveled along the inseams of the leggings, moistening the fabric and making it darker half way to her knees, and fanned out along her buttocks making a big round wet spot.

 

As a small quiet bell sounded Starr whispered into Rachel’s ear, “You did real good!”

 

“I think I’m going to cum if I move!” Rachel’s said urgently.

 

“Take a few deep breaths and let them out slowly.” Starr suggested.

 

“God that felt wonderful Starr!” Rachel excitedly said started smiling.

 

“You need to save your orgasm for round four. You know the better it sounds and looks the better for you.” Starr said encouragingly, “The votes are in, rounds three and four will be merged. They will ask a few questions, but it is a done deal, I’m going to be taking your clothes off first and use my lips, tongue, and fingers to milk your juices, and cream you will, in round four.” Starr said smiling impishly and consoled, “Don’t worry, and don’t hold back. I told you; I like to get my face wet, if its wet I want it. There is the sign from Leon. I get to be in the room with you fore the next round of questions but you have to answer them. You ready!?”

 

“I am ready!” Rachel affirmed eagerly, and reached to cup Starr’s face.

 

Again, the lights dimmed in the outer rooms and the lights brightened on set only they were noticeably softer. A warm breeze wafted across the set from a heater. The warmth felt relaxing, to Rachel as did having Starr sitting next to her. The first voice a woman, sounded from the speaker in the wall, by the fake window, “How did you feel inside as you were being kissed?”

 

“My ‘har…’ my heart was pounding in my throat.” She answered pensively but easing, “I thought a balloon was filling up inside my vah…a…inside my…vagina. I thought I might burst, and I ached I still do.”

 

“You said earlier,” a mans’ voice sounded this time, “that you didn’t like to suck di…”

 

“Don’t answer that!” Leon cut in and called, “next question!”

 

Another man sounded, “Can you tell me what you felt as you were wetting your pants?”

 

“Each time my muscles squeezed they would ache and I felt this warm gel pooling in my panties and weep out the elastic leggings and slide down my legs while I was standing. When I was lying down, I could feel my fanny slipping inside my panties as I moved. I felt warm flows seeping pass my anus. The clothes felt like they were pasted to my skin.” Rachel started answering the questions with confidence.

 

“How many orgasms have you had?” A mans voice asked.

 

“I have never had an orgasm.” Rachel informed adding, “Tonight when Starr kissed me was the closest I’ve come to climaxing.”

 

“Not even when you masturbate?” a woman’s voice crackled obviously skeptical.

 

“I’ve never masturbated.” She answered in a fading voice.

 

“Rachel they don’t believe you.” Leon cut in, “you have to answer them truthfully.”

 

“I have so many things to do at home, school, and work, that I have never really had time or energy to put into playing with myself.” Rachel explained and going on, “When I did finely get to turn out the lights I was out just like the lights, and just as fast. I never really thought about it, even after catching my exboy friend doing it or at least I think that is what he was doing when I walked into my bedroom. He was pulling his pants up really fast.”

 

A very warm but deep sounding woman came across the speaker next, “I want to see your body. Would you ask Starr to take your clothes off and show me your naked body as well as your more ‘intimate…’ parts?”

 

Rachel turned to Starr grinning from ear to ear her mouth open and a very audacious look in her eyes and in a deepening voice asked, “Starr would you please show the nice woman what my body looks like I want you to show her every little private part.” A noticeable chill swept across her body as she stood, and her knees quivered.

 

Starr smiled and kissed her ear and faced it towards the camera softly brushed the hair away and kiss it and nibbled the lobe again then leaned back showing an ear shinny from a wet kiss. Her hand slipped easily up the loose fitting suit top and squeezed her breast accenting her very erect nipple and she swayed turning it into the cameras view. Star then teasingly lifted the top just enough to show Rachel’s belly button surrounded with her curly raven black hairs, and lowered her pants just enough to see the hairs start to fan out then pop up went the pants and down came the top. Starr slipped behind her and sucked at the soft skin under her ear with Rachel’s face in plane view of the camera, and in front of more than a hundred viewers, her face flashed deep red and sweat beaded across her forehead. Starr then slipped both hands inside the top and kneaded Rachel’s breasts, pressing her bristled nipples into the fabric, and then with a swish she slipped it over Rachel’s head.

 

Rachel’s pert 34d breasts bounced free and were soon being kneaded and the nipples were being squeezed and milked skillfully by Starr’s thumbs. Starr dragged her fingernails across her skin as her hand slowly moved down Rachel’s belly leaving pinkish scratch marks behind them. She tugged at the curly hairs playfully with her fingers as she slipped them under the elastic belting of the pants. Rachel gasped loudly and she bowled over when Starr reached her vaginal hairs. Starr skillfully rolled her onto the bed and parted her legs exposing the now much broader wet bands that now ran to her knees, and the fabric covering her fanny was now soaked through, and had a silken hue from Rachel’s juices. Starr pressed her finger outward against the pants near Rachel’s opening to let the viewers know her hand was close, and then turned it inward and it was gone. Rachel’s body arched up, and curled around Starr’s arm as her finger parted her vaginal lips and entered her. She stayed curled and motionless gripping Starr’s hand and making quiet little grunting noises.

 

 When Rachel took a few deep breaths letting them out slowly, Starr knew that Rachel came very close to orgasm so was still as well. Then slowly Rachel pulled Starr’s finger out and sucked it into her mouth then kissed the palm and nuzzled it with her face, and quietly whispered “okay.”

 

Starr moved to the foot of the bed and took off Rachel’s slippers and slipped the pants off then with her thumbs hooked the elastic band of her soaked panties and slowly slid them down her legs and off; and there was Rachel’s naked body in all her glory. Her creamy tanned skin bristled with goose flesh. Starr was kissing the hollow of Rachel’s neck as she twirled her finger in the long black hairs surrounding her clitoris. A bell sounded quietly four times signifying the beginning of round four. Starr got up and moved a camera in close, then parted Rachel’s legs. Her juices had formed a partial ring around her opening, a shimmering milky arch. Her hairs had melted into one thick curly hair that curled away from her splayed labia and pointed to her small but visibly erect clitoris. Using her fore and middle fingers Starr parted the hairs and pulled the labia apart opening Rachel’s vagina, and massaged her clitoris with her thumb. In only a few seconds sateen jewels began weeping from Rachel’s dilating vaginal opening. Starr stopped massaging her clitoris, and sunk a single finger into Rachel’s vagina to her knuckle and pulled it out, with her thick sweet juices clinging to it forming a gem on her fingertip.

 

Starr stood and gazed at Rachel as she slipped out of the shirt top and her 38d breasts swung free. Then slid her hand along Rachel’s body as she walked, and leaning down placed her lips on Rachel’s and coaxed her mouth open with her wet fingertip. As she opened, Starr’s tongue snaked into Rachel’s mouth, covering her lips with a wide-open mouth and pressed their mouths tightly together. Again, Rachel began making quiet gurgling noises as Starr tongued the depth of her throat. Slowly Rachel reached behind Starr’s head mingling the fingers of one hand with her hair, with the other she reached between Starr’s arm under the shoulder and holding her at the bend pulled Starr closer. Rachel began tugging at the elastic band of Starr’s pants. Starr broke the kiss as she stood up and held Rachel’s hands lightly as they fumbled at the belt and started inching them down. Soon Starr’s curly ashen hairs and her plump round buttocks came into view, then her pants slipped to the floor exposing a fully tanned body. Rachel nuzzled the hairs with her nose, then reached behind Starr and squeezed her buttocks. Looking at Starr she said, “Give it to me!” and tugged her onto the bed.

 

Starr left one foot on the floor and threw the other over Rachel straddling, then sunk the fingers of both hands into Rachel’s hair, and began washing Rachel’s face with her wet pubic hairs. Rachel sucked at Starr’s clitoris one could plainly see, clear shinny liquid spilling onto Rachel’s chin, down her cheeks then disappear into her hair. She began making slurping noises as she tried to suck in and drink Starr’s juices. Soon Starr started sliding down Rachel’s body stopping for her to suck on her achy nipples. Starr laid atop Rachel with her legs still straddling her, kissing her face and licking and nibbling Rachel’s earlobes you could see how long Starr’s tongue was as she ran it along Rachel’s neck. She sucked Rachel’s upper lip into her mouth and gripped it with her teethe and stretched it then let it pop free. Rachel felt Starr’s teeth on her ears, and cheeks, and as they nibbled. She felt the weight of Starr’s large body press down upon her and Starr’s juices dripping onto her pelvis and run through her hairs mingling with her juices then pooling beneath her buttocks on the sheet as Starr kissed and sucked.

 

Starr kept her body pressed to Rachel’s breasts spilling pass their sides as she circled her mouth with her tongue. Rachel tangled her fingers into Starr’s hair and gripped then pushed her face to hers. Rachel’s body started quaking as Starr’s wonderful tongue snaked into her throat; she bucked her small body into Starr. She struggled to free her legs so she could wrap them around her. As the kiss, lingered Starr started rubbing her clitoris onto Rachel’s pelvis. Starr’s juices had turned thick and now had a milky sheen and free flowing freely. Starr broke the kiss to nibble an ear and as she did she very quietly whispered, “I want you to straddle my face when we turn over.” And slid her tongue along Rachel’s neck and to her right breast. With both hands, she kneaded it then sucked the nipple into her mouth and started firmly nibbling on it. Rachel started moaning and grunted as Starr bit down firmly. Rachel grabbed at Starr’s hair and pressed Starr’s face tightly to her breast. Rachel began begging loudly, “Oh please! Oh please!” over and over. Then with a twist Starr rolled the two of them over with Rachel landing on her knees, and as told slithered her way up Starr’s body. Her creamy juices spilled onto Starr forming pools as she slithered up to Starr’s waiting mouth. As she hovered over Starr’s mouth Rachel set one foot flat on the bed and left one knee down opening her self wide to Starr’s oral pleasuring, and again laced her fingers into Starr’s hair, and lowered her clitoris onto Starr’s lips.

 

Rachel trembled as Starr’s tongue snaked out and flitted about her puffy wet labia snaking in and out, and along the folds. Rachel steadied her self with her grip on Starr’s hair. Soon Starr was sucking her labia, biting them, wriggling her tongue inside her vagina, and tracing sinewy shaft of her erect clitoris with the tip of her tongue. Rachel started to push her clitoris onto Starr’s chin and rub it on her closed lips. With out warning Starr sucked her clitoris in through her teeth gripping the hood stretching it and let pop free repeatedly she sucked it in and let it slip out. Rachel sat atop Starr’s face her stomach quaking to Starr’s sucking and nibbling. Starr soon slipped two fingers into Rachel and adeptly found her sweet spot. Rachel’s moaning became fervent with her breasts heaving with every breath. Starr’s fondlings quickly turned Rachel’s moans into garbled gasping sighs, as her body quaked from orgasm then fell to the bed begging Starr to stop. Starr sat up; and with her finger scooped Rachel’s copious creams into her mouth and swallowed, saying, “My god Rachel I have never seen a woman cum so much!”

 

A quiet bell sounded the lights on the set dimmed, the lights in the outer rooms grew bright, and round four was over. In the background, Leon was announcing a fifteen-minute pause while they reset for round five. Rachel rolled over to Starr, gave her a lingering kiss, and whispered, “Thank you. You were so very heavenly!”

 

“You were pretty good your self!” Starr cooed and cautioned, “It isn’t over yet we may have two maybe three more rounds to go.”

 

“I’m okay now. This is where I help Greg cum in you.” Rachel’s voice sounded eager and the tension had eased nearly gone.

 

“Well yes in a nut shell. Just play it by ear like you have and you’ll do fine. We both sound sated.” Starr sighed then with the next breath cautioned, “Just remember when you have Greg’s tool in your hand that you are innocent, and young but curious.”

 

Rachel went to the bathroom Starr followed and then they both stood on the darkened set waiting for the bell to sound when they heard Leon. “’Shit…!’ The sever is down, looks like we get a chance to grab a snack.” Leon was mumbling to himself as he walked to the kitchen.

 

Starr looked at Rachel, “You hungry Rachel?”

 

“No. But I will say this, I think if a wind were to blow across my clitoris I would climax instantly. My muscles are still flying around inside me.” Rachel admitted as she rubbed her belly with one hand and squeezed her right breast with the other.

 

“I’ll tell you a little secret mine are too. I think men got ripped off that way; they cum and in a few minutes, it is gone. With me the better the climax the longer the glow lasts.” A smile of satisfaction graced Starr’s lips as she remembered a few.

 

“Even as many times as you have?” Rachel looked on as she waited for an answer.

 

“Don’t kid your self, I have had a lot of sex but only a few orgasms.” Starr said with an air of disappointment in her voice.

 

“Even with other women?” Rachel nervously asked.

 

“Again you’re fooling your self if you think women are better lovers because they are women, some are, and some of them can be just as selfish as men when it comes to pleasuring another person.” Starr wistfully informed, with a bit of a rueful tone.

 

“Well tell me did you ever cheat the diaper lady by going potty when she wasn’t there?” Rachel asked in a mischievous tone.

 

“You know I don’t think I did.” Starr reminiscently replied and thoughtfully added, “Till now I never really thought about it. Another funny thing is the harder I struggled to keep it in and wait for her to leave, the better her orgasms were. That’s what’s so strange…!?”

 

“What is strange?” Rachel asked smiling eagerly waiting for her answer.

 

“Now that I think about it, it wasn’t that long ago but she knew every thing.” Starr wistfully started her answer and paused as she put the pieces together, “she knew when I was starting my period before I did, and when I ovulated. I think that was part of her thrill, watching me struggle to keep from going. So by trying to cheat her I did a better job of satisfying her; that sound almost scary.” She paused as she recalled her stay with the diaper lady and then went on, “She had some power over her husband too, and when the contract ended she ordered him to tip me and good too. He gave me a five thousand dollar tip. I tell you keep your guard up look out for tricks, and try not to get too involved with the dynamics of the couple.”

 

“I think I got the gist; look for ways to fit in, be entertaining as well as entertained, and other wise stay busy.” Rachel related, her eyes dropped to the floor as she thought and then added, “Look out for the trip up.”

 

“That is it in a nut shell.” Starr smiled as she sang her response and then nervously added, “Oh! I almost forgot when they fight stay out of it. It is in the contract you are ‘not…!’ allowed to get in the middle and they can’t make you. Just go into your room and wait for them to settle down.”

 

“They will come get me?” Rachel asked.

 

“That is ‘right!’ they know you can’t participate, so it is most likely a trap. The last four weeks are the hardest. Remember you ‘must!’ finish each term started, or the contract gets canceled, and you stand to lose a lot of money, it’s not so bad if it’s the second or third term, but still no bonuses and you might not get another contract.”

 

“You mean I’m out if I fail to live up to the terms of my contract, and on to the next show for me if ‘they’ break the rules.” Rachel assertively remarked.

 

“That ‘is!’ right.” Agreed Starr and then praised, “Shit Rachel you are a fast learner and that is what you need to be.”

 

“To learn fast, hey…?” Rachel joked.

 

“To look at Leon you would think he is trying to fly the way he’s flapping his arms.” Starr pointed out sarcastically.

 

“Yea it looks like the server is back up. How do you want to play the next rounds?” Rachel asked impishly as she moved closer.

 

“What do you say to us being naked in bed when the lights come up, and follow my lead?” Starr salaciously purred.

 

“Sounds like a plan to me.” Rachel eagerly agreed.

 

Leon impatiently cut in, “Hell girls do you think this is a afternoon tea social? The bidders are all back on line!”

 

“Take a Prozac! Leon and chill we’re here and we’re ready!” Starr shot right back.

 

“Oh I… its just that… Rachel.” Leon stuttered and then sincerely asked, “Are you doing okay? I mean you seam to be going along just fine.”

 

“Starr says I’m okay; I feel okay, what do you say?” Rachel shot back sounding sure of her self and she smiled at Leon.

 

“At this stage of the game; what I have to say doesn’t matter.” Leon said sounding a little stressed and with a wirery smile added, “It’s the bidders, they have all pledged from their own pockets an equal share of their log on fees to you. What I say hell, you are magnificent, but I still want my ten percent. You don’t mind do you?”

 

“Hell I’ll give it all to you if it will help me visit my mom and brother before I’m marched into servitude.” Rachel strongly remarked.

 

“Oh… we won’t take it all.” Leon said smiling.

 

“Well take your ten percent and then split the rest between Starr and I!” Rachel said with conviction.

 

“Have you told her yet Starr?” Leon coyly asked.

 

“No I thought after the bidding.” Starr quietly replied.

 

“Shit this is costing me money lets ‘go, go, go!’” Leon’s impatient attitude came back.

 

“Tell me what?” Rachel nervously pried.

 

“Come on lets get ready get your clothes off and get into bed. I’ll tell you later.” Starr teased.

“Staarr…! What…!” Rachel whined as she slipped out of her clothes.

 

“Shh… snuggle up the lights are going down outside already.” Starr pointed out.

 

“I didn’t hear the bell?” Rachel hissed quietly.

 

“Remember no matter how hammy it sounds follow my lead. Nuzzle up to my breast and put your hand on the other and finger my nipple, ooh that’s it. Here come the lights.” Starr whispered as they set up the pose.

 

As the lights brightened on the set Leon began talking, “Sorry about this folks our server is having difficulty.” He happily explained and then alluringly continued, “I see we still have all of you, and the girls have a real treat for you, I see the girls are all nice and cozy so lets get on with it!”

 

“Oh honey that was tingly good you sure know my buttons and how to push them.” Starr cooed as she combed Rachel’s hair with her fingers.

 

“You were really good too. I feel like I’m floating on a cloud.” Rachel murmured and added warmly, “You made it feel better than that boy I brought home last night.”

 

“Yea I heard you two most of the night. Judging by how hard the bed was banging into the wall he rode you pretty hard.” Starr warmly teased.

 

“He’s a cowboy alright but still it took him three times to get it right. You know I did come to you this morning.” Rachel assured with a deepening voice, as she began kissing Starr all over her face.

 

“Only cause he was wore out.” Starr said sarcastically.

 

“Not true I love making love to you. I wanted to coax you into an orgasmic rapture. Any way he ‘is…’ still good for a ride or two.” Rachel reassured as she began fondling Starr’s clitoris. Sliding her two middle fingers over the tip and then into her vaginal opening and back out and squeezed Starr’s clitoris firmly and then slide them back in.

 

“As good as you are making that feel I am still hungry for cock! I want to feel it slide down my throat and I want to feel it sliding between my legs as it slips into me.” Starr licentiously cooed and added, “I want you to put it into me. You think your cowboy will ‘ride…!’ me?”

 

“He’ll do anything I tell him to do.” Rachel bragged.

 

“Is he big?” Starr pried.

 

“Not as big as that guy you made me watch the other night, but bigger than most. You’ll know he’s in you!” She assured as she firmly rubbed Starr’s genitals.

 

“Well girl bring him on!” Starr ordered with a loud sigh.

 

Rachel walked off the set to where Greg was waiting just off camera, and together they walked onto the set hand and hand. Greg had loose hanging gray sweats and slippers on. His face had four days worth of stubble that was just turning from rough to soft. He was ripped head to toe from working out at the gym, and even flaccid his penis made a large bulge inside the sweats. The hair on his head was shaved, and as Rachel lifted the top over his head, he was covered with body hair.

 

“Baby meet Greg. Greg this Baby she doesn’t want you to know her name.” She mock introduced them as she threw his top on the bed. Then untied the cord and lowered the pants just enough to expose his long fat penis. As she wrapped her fingers around it she introduced it, “And this is Greg’s co…” Rachel went silent as she dropped to her knees still gripping his penis. As she struggled to stand and say the words stuck in her throat, her feet just kept slipping out from under her and the words sounded like loud gasps. Rachel’s swooning lasted only a few seconds and she scrambled to her feet and continued the mock introduction, “And this is Greg’s cockah!”

 

“It isn’t as big as you said it was.” Starr complained as part of the act that now was Rachel’s lead.

 

“Well why don’t you come over here and give it a kiss!” She said tauntingly as she stretched it out using both hands then wriggled it at Starr while pushing his sweats to the floor with her foot.

 

“Feed it to me.” Starr hissed as she neared.

 

Rachel milked the length of the shaft began rubbing the clear slick juice on her lips and commanded, “Suck it!” As Starr opened her mouth to suck it in Rachel corrected, “No! Suck just the tip. Suck the tip like a straw, and Starr complied making little sucking noises, Rachel Squeezed the scrotum and milked the full length of the hardening shaft. Starr’s sucking noises turned very wet sounding, from Greg’s precum wetting her lips.

 

Starr looked up and begged, “I want it all! Feed it all to me!”

 

“Okay but slowly, take it all but slowly.” Rachel’s eyes grew big as the shaft began disappearing into Starr’s mouth. Rachel’s knees quivered and she started making grunting noises as Starr’s nose pressed into his curly hairs, then gasped loudly as Starr’s long tongue snaked out and started licking his scrotum. Rachel gave a loud dry heave then dropped to the floor for only a second, and regained her composure and moved behind Greg entwined her fingers with Starr’s hair then pulled her head onto the turgid dick and pushed her pelvis into his buttocks letting Starr up only long enough to breathe. In and out Rachel worked Greg’s Big cock in Starr’s mouth she stopped when Greg’s body stiffened, keeping his cock deep in Starr’s throat, holding it there until Starr pulled against her grip struggling for air then Rachel let her free.

 

Starr leaned back a smile brimming and cooed, “I want him in me! Put him in me please…! Honey?”

 

“Sure Baby I’ll put it in you, just lay back and open those beautiful legs of you’res.” Rachel salaciously directed, “That’s my good girl now slide your sweet fanny closer to the edge, that’s it now close your eyes.” Rachel directed in a low steady seductive voice.

 

As she moved in and bent over a little to maneuver his cock, a trail of wetness could be seen slowly weeping down Rachel’s inner thigh. While she was moving Greg into position she was careful not to rub his gland she remembered what happened once with her former boy friend. She teased Starr’s puffy red labia with the bulbous gland while holding the shaft at the base until Starr’s juices began coating her fanny. Then with a little pop the head slipped in and with a shove from Rachel it slipped all the way in. While gripping Greg’s turgid shaft, she was massaging Starr’s clitoris with her thumb. Starr’s legs wrapped around them both and lifted her buttocks up and down sliding it inside her.  Rachel felt his shaft turn very hard and started flexing in her hand she knew Greg was getting close and commanded, “Stop!” and pulled it out. The shinny wet shaft bobbed from Greg’s heartbeat.

 

“What is it Honey!?” Starr breathlessly asked.

 

“I can’t see very good. I want to watch it going into you Baby!” Rachel sounded pleading.

 

“What do you want me to do? Honey! I want it to be good for you too!” Starr asked softly as she played along.

 

“Let him lay on the bed and you straddle him face up, and I’ll hold his cockah…” Her voice trailed, and the back camera caught a milky gem sliding down Rachel’s thigh.

 

Rachel made a loud slurping sound as she sucked back a drool and began directing, “I’ll hold his cock up and you lower your self onto it and let it slide in really slow. That way I can watch, then suck and nibble on that wonderful hard clitoris of you’res.”

 

Rachel staggered and her knees quivered as she stepped back to let the couple change positions. She got on her knees, and lay between Greg’s hairy thighs, wrapping the fingers of both hands around the ridged shaft. One of the stagehands quietly snuck up and adjusted the back camera, for a full face on view of Rachel’s vagina, while Leon dialed in a close up from the board. Rachel’s hair was all melted to her skin coated her milky wetness. Her clitoris, and labia were covered with the sateen juices it fanned around her opening hugging her pliant skin. Her vagina was making bearly visible sucking movements. It would open slightly then close and suck in. Very subtle were the movements. Little quiverings swept across her body as goose flesh appeared, and in a quiet voice Rachel said, “I’m ready Baby.”

 

Starr clambered onto Greg and centered her pussy over the erect shaft. Her opening gaped as she pushed the head onto her labia, and her fluids dripped down Greg’s cock. With slow but steady pushes the head slipped in and the shaft started gliding in. As it slipped in further Rachel’s Vagina dilated wide as if the penis was entering her. Her shimmering gems began weeping out hang from her clitoris then fall to the floor. Starr stopped her downward slide when it was half way in, then Rachel began manually slipping it back and forth inside her. Greg’s scrotum was very tight and his urethral tube was quite distended. Rachel could tell by the way it was flexing to her movements that he was close to orgasm, so she began to suckle Starr’s clitoris with Starr looking on as Rachel worked her magic.

 

Soon Greg’s breath became labored and his muscles started flexing. He let out a loud grunting growl, grabbed Starr’s stomach and started bucking his hips upward driving his cock into her. Rachel soon joined in the loud gaspings and gruntings. Her vagina would gape wide open, her milky cum would flow out, arcing across her legs then sliding down them both, and then her vaginal opening gaped then sucked in and pushed out for several seconds. Rachel orgasm lasted after Greg’s ended, then she went limp draping across Greg’s thigh, and the bell chimed five times ending the fifth round, and the lights dimmed on the set.

 

“Come on Greg help me get Rachel onto the bed.” Starr breathlessly ordered. As the two of them shuffled Rachel onto the bed, she started mumbling, “I feel so weak, I can’t catch my breath. My whole body hurts! Am I going to die!?”

 

“Get the water from the fridge.” Directed Starr then consoled Rachel, “No…! You are going to be fine! Rachel! You did really good!”

 

“I can’t go one more round! The room is spinning.” Rachel lamented and then raspyly added, “I feel like I’m going to puke, and my guts hurt. I think my ovaries have exploded, and my pussy feels like its inside out!” Rachel related then shyly asked, “Will you look please?”

 

“Open up,” Starr urged as a sweet smile beamed from her face. She leaned over and looked then she consoled, “You are just fine you ‘are…’ still open but everything is right where it should be. It’s over, the final round of bidding is happening right now. All that is left is for you to make the choice from the top ten.”

 

Just then, Greg rounded the corner and Rachel groped at the bed cover, and pulled it over her and hid, “Here.” Grunted Greg as he shoved the bottle at Starr, “Is she going to be okay? Leon wants to know if he needs to call an ambulance.”

 

“Oh She is going to be just fine! Go take a break will you!” Starr barked at Greg then softly said, “He’s gone.”

 

“You promised it wouldn’t hurt!” Rachel whined as she came out from under her cover.

 

“Well sweetie you weren’t suppose to cum so hard or so often. What happened?” Starr comforted.

 

“I’m not sure but when he entered you it felt like some one blew up a balloon inside me and it kinda hurt.” Rachel explained adding, “Then it started pounding inside me like he was stuffing his penis into ‘me!’ instead of you, but you know I really didn’t want it to stop.” You know what I mean?”

 

“I sure do!” Starr said as she warmly reinforced and then offered, “Here drink some of this water. That’s a girl. Now tell me the rest, what else happened?”

 

“I tried to control my breath like you said to but it just started gusting out. I could bearly breathe in, and when he grabbed you so tightly and started driving his penis into you so roughly I just exploded inside.” Rachel breathlessly recalled and with a long loud sigh continued, “God…! It felt like my guts were squirting out through my vagina, then I went blank. The next thing I remember is the two of you pulling me onto the bed. Oh god I feel like I have two dicks in me one up my butt and one in my vagina.” Rachel described, then paused took a few drinks of water and asked, “What were you going to tell me?”

 

“My auction has been put off three weeks. All the bidders want the auction to start the week before I ovulate. Well I started ovulating last night, so I have two weeks I can spend doing what I want to. That means we can have a little time together.” Starr beamed.

 

“You mean you want to spend time with me?” Rachel smiled as she slowly came back from the dead.

 

“Yea I do. We can’t have sex, but for the first week, we can go any where we want to.” Starr assured then cautioned, “I have to have you back by the second week no mater who the owner is.”

 

“You want to help me visit my family?” Rachel asked beaming a warm smile.

 

“We can go as soon as you finalize the contract, and Leon said I can be your escort. So you won’t have to pay for one.” Starr reassured Rachel then gave her a hug and said, “Baby you made us both look good!”

 

“Thank you Starr I wouldn’t have been able to with out your help.” Then pulled her head down to hers and gave Starr a lingering kiss as she pulled back she asked, “When do I start and how do I finalize the contract?”

 

“The bidding just ended, I see Leon has turned off the web feeds. So he has to crunch some numbers and read up on the contract profiles, then decide which of the highest bids and which contracts are the least demanding to come up with the top ten.”

 

“That sounds so confusing how will I know which one to pick?” Rachel questioned.

 

“I’ll help you this time. The stipulations are all abbreviated I’ll tell you what they mean, it will be easier when we have one to read.” Starr warmly explained.

 

“Can you give me a for instance?” Rachel pried.

 

“Yea. ‘S. I.’ Means ‘stay in,’ you will only leave the house to go to medical appointments. Or ‘T. I.’ Means total isolation you won’t even know where you are, all mail incoming and outgoing gets read, and ‘no!’ phone calls only emergency notifications. To rattle off a few of the major ones.” Starr related.

 

“Shit! Starr I think I’m going to puke.” Rachel’s voiced in panic.

 

“Here use this it’s clean.” Starr said as she handed her an empty but clean trashcan. Rachel reached out from her wrappings, and grabbed the can and held it under her mouth. She was wracked by two convulsive heaves, as she caught her breath Rachel asked, “Is there another body suit? This one is all wet. I feel much better now.” She said in a weak voice.

 

“Yea. I’ll get you one.” Starr replied as she headed for the dressing room. She returned a minute later with an unopened package with a blue two-piece body suit and handed it to Rachel.

 

“Blue huh?” Rachel questioned as she put it on.

 

“Yea it’s Leon’s favorite color.” Starr sarcastically remarked.

 

“At least it’s fresh. I feel a lot better.” Rachel sighed and then pointed out, “Here comes Leon.”

 

“Well a top ten has been selected.” Starr proclaimed.

 

“Well Rachel you’ve set a new record and a new president.” Leon crowed as he entered the set, where the girls had been lounging, “ A record of six thirty per. Breaking the five seventy-five, and this is the first time that the clients have all pledged a second hundred accessing fee to the player. That is seven thousand dollars for the show, six-forty for the two of you.” Leon excitedly pointed out as he rubbed his hands together.

 

“Well take a share then split the rest with Starr.” Rachel directed and asked, “When can I go to sleep?”

 

“Just as soon as you finalize.” He sang still crowing and handed the girls an envelope each adding, “I didn’t take a cut there is thirty-five each.

 

“Leon where are the contracts?” Starr pressed.

 

“It’s easy they are all type A contracts. They are blind contracts, total obedience clauses, you won’t be leaving the house except for the doctors or the contract has ended. For you Rachel I stipulated family emergency leave. Here pick one as he handed them to her face down. I’m not prejudice but there were no mixed race this time they are all white on white.”

 

“That is the best you could do. Type ‘A’ contracts.” Starr scolded.

 

“There a few others but they are all under four. She is quick and tough she will catch on and win.” Leon bragged on Rachel adding, “if she wants money this is the best way to go.” Leo assured and ordered, “Starr read her the contract and tell her what will be expected of her. I know which one she took and I will tell them right now. You have four days to go and visit your family and get back. The contract starts ten days later, and five of those days must be in seclusion.”

 

Rachel handed the contract paper to Starr and sighed, “Can we do this tomorrow I am wasted.”

 

“You need to hear some of it and sleep on it. ‘S.W.W.O.T.’ that is sex either with or without toys. ‘U.P.S.’ that’s unprotected sex.” Starr paused reading and looked at Rachel and explained, “all of the state unprotected sex that is why the exams. O.V.A.S. that’s oral, vaginal, anal sex; anal sex, must be stipulated. F.F./F.M. that’s sex with both, and these are all M for mandatory, so you ‘must!’ do it. OSDC means owner sets dress code or you wear what they tell you to wear, even if it means wearing nothing for a while or wearing your owner’s sweaty t-shirts. In a blind contract like this your calls will be monitored if you are allowed to receive any, and your incoming and outgoing mail will be read, I know we talked about that.” Starr paused to let the information sink in.

 

“There’s a chance I might get stuck with a diaper lady huh?” Rachel asked with a loud sigh.

 

“Well not the one I had but yes.” Starr confirmed, “There were some other complaints on her, that is why she got flagged ‘no first timers.’ There are a lot of them out there. Our literature is rife with fictional stories about that shit, and the inspiration comes from somewhere. Just hope you don’t have to do the changing. I heard one of the girls talking one day how she could only bath once a week and had to wear the same t-shirt for a month at a time because the wife had a fetish for strong body odor; ugh.”

 

“I can relate to that. One day I found a t-shirt my boyfriend left, we were split up for a week when I found it. The smell made me hot.” Rachel recounted her face red from embarrassment.

 

“And you never masturbated?” Starr questioned.

 

“That is right. When I laid down I think that is what I planed to do but went right to sleep.” Rachel affirmed adding, “I think that’s how I got over it.”

 

“Well any way I am sure there are some rich people that are okay too, just keep your eye on the prize.” Starr reassured then observed, “Speaking of sleep, I don’t think I can stay up much longer. I have my own room here for late nights. Do you want to sleep with me… in my room?” Starr wooed.

 

“That would be nice.” Rachel eagerly replied.

 

“We could get an early start tomorrow. Have dinner out with your mom and brother, do some shopping and stock their shelves, and pick up a few of your pet things.” Starr went on as they walked to her room.

 

“I’m so tired I could drop here on the floor and sleep.” Rachel moaned as they reached the door.

 

“What do you say to a quick shower? Then we can both drop on the bed and sleep.” Starr asked as she opened the door.

 

“Sounds good to me,” Rachel said with salacious smile, adding, “Oh Starr that is a small bed. We’ll be sleeping in each other’s arms.” And gave Starr a hug.

 

“You want to sleep with me right?” Starr asked smiling, as she knew the answer.

 

“Yes. I would sleep in your arms even if this were a king size bed.” Rachel cooed.

 

“How about that shower? You like it hot?” Starr queried.

 

“I Love it hot, and I’m ready.” Rachel crowed, as she stood up naked.

 

Just then, a knock came at the door and a voice called out, “Starr a package came for you.”

 

“Just leave it by the door.” Starr ordered through the door and turned to Rachel, “I bet it’s your cleaned clothes. He’s gone. With a swish she opened, the door grabbed the package, closed the door locking it, put the package on the dresser, and sang, “Lets shower!”

 

The two girls climbed into a shower barely big enough for one and soaked under the hot water. They didn’t start washing each other until the room was fogged from steam, and the walls dripped with condensation. They washed each other’s body in turns, and then they shampooed their hair in turns. Each dried the other and brushed their hair out, and off to bed they went. There was only one pillow and room for only one person to sleep, so Rachel snuggled in close laying one arm and one leg across Starr and before they finished the first kiss, they were sound asleep.

 

Morning came in a few short hours. They dressed quickly, called for the limo, had breakfast for the first stop, and on to Rachel’s house. It was a forty-minute drive that gave Starr plenty of time to tell her all about her duties.

 

“Bathing duties what does that mean?” Rachel asked wrinkling her nose and handed the sheet of paper to Starr.

 

“This B after bathing duties means both, you’ll be giving them both a bath, maybe even giving them enemas or douching the wife. Hell he might even want you to give him a hand job while he’s covered with soap.” Starr explained.

 

“Hand job? You mean make him climax with my hand.” Rachel said squinting as she looked at her hands.

 

“Yea.” Starr confirmed grinning at Rachel’s inexperience.

 

“That doesn’t sound too bad.” Rachel smiled.

 

“That isn’t; it’s when they want to sit on your belly, and have you jack them off so they can cum all over you that can get a little sticky if you’ll excuse the pun.” Starr related sarcastically.

 

“Has that happened to you?” Rachel asked.

 

“Yea the diaper lady’s husband; use to pull out and nod his head towards his dick, I knew that he wanted me to make him cum on my belly and tits. I would have to milk it onto my face, and suck it for a little while. Then he would stand back and watch me rub it all over my body. That’s right I’m ashamed to say but at the time it felt ‘really really’ good and I made myself cum and she was nowhere to be seen. I think he had me do that just to spite his old lady.” Starr recounted.

 

“That sounded perfectly gross.” Rachel admitted.

 

“I think it’s gross that people will pay six thirty a day to get dirty with someone. Way to go girl, you’ll get close to a mill in eighteen months. Math isn’t my strong suit.” Starr admitted and added to her story; “She wouldn’t bathe me for a few whole days. I think his smell made her hot. Any way I think she didn’t like to admit that.”

 

“What is this seclusion Leon talked about?” Rachel suspiciously asked.

 

“You’ll stay in a room by your self cable TV and radio, your meals will be brought to you, and there you will stay until the limo comes for you. They will blind fold you and take you to the car, once in the limo you can take it off because the windows are tinted dark so you can’t see out. If I were you I would just leave it on the clients like to take it off once you are inside. The car pulls into their garage, you get out it leaves, and you are there.

 

“There is the computer store. Is it okay for me to go in?” Rachel asked.

 

“Sure this is your free time.” Starr encouraged.

 

“Good cause I don’t remember the name but I know what it looks like.” Rachel admitted.

 

They meandered through the store picked out the fancy notebook then off the house. Rachel introduced Starr as the head secretary her supervisor. During their dinner the food, and conversation were good they laughed, and told Starr some of their stories. The evening ended with a teary farewell and the limo drove away. Rachel cried for a few minutes on the way back and Starr comforted her. They spent the ride back, hand and hand. Starr talking about her next contract and how she was looking forward to giving birth just to see if she could, and Rachel talked about what she wanted to do first when the contract ended if Starr wasn’t free yet, and they both said how they couldn’t wait to spend some free time together. Leon was waiting for them when they got out of the limo.

 

“Did you two have a good day off?” He asked smiling.

 

“Oohh…! Yea it was terrific, the dinner was good, mom was sad that I will be gone for so long, and I got the notebook for Jeff and picked a few pet things so I’m ready.” Rachel said with excitement in her voice.

 

“That is good cause the client has asked if you can start a little sooner.” Leon tempted, “Your contract will start as soon as you can start your seclusion plus you will only have to do two days. If Starr is willing, she can deliver you. You know ride with you while you are blind folded.”

 

“Starr?” Rachel looked smiling cause she knew the answer.

 

“You know I will!” Starr confirmed robustly.

 

“Well Leon lets get started!” Rachel eagerly replied.

 

“That is my girl!” Leon crowed then directed, “Okay…the contract will end on this hour seven thirty PM eighteen months from now!” Leon crowed as he looked at his watch Starr would you show her to her room and no hanky panky Rachel needs to save her self.”

 

As they walked down the hall Starr told her about the room, “there is a TV radio, shower and bed, but most of all there is some gym gear. A treadmill and some hand weights, use them they really help break the tension. It can build on you if you let it. Any way its only two days not five and you’ve already started the clock ticking. Well here we are, this is it.” Starr went silent as the door opened.

 

“Yea I guess…” Rachel’s voice wavered as tears welled in her eyes, through her arms around Starr and gave her a bear hug, then turned and walked into the room and closed the door behind her.

 

The two days flew by. She spent most of them working the treadmill and hand weights listening to the radio, or writing in her journal. As the second day ended, she packed her day bag and weighted for the familiar knock. She shuddered from fearful anticipation as footsteps became auditable.

 

“Rachel? This is Starr it’s time. The limo is here so sit with your back to the door and I will blindfold you and we will walk to the car” Starr ordered and then said, “I can carry your bag if you like. I will ride to the garage with you but I can’t get out. Any way it will be a long drive, most of the night. Ready?”

 

“Yea,” she replied weakly, obviously nervous.

 

“I know we will get to spend time at some point.” Starr consoled as she tied the blindfold.

 

They walked arm in arm to the car in silence and spent most of the drive quietly. Rachel had trouble talking with the blindfold on, and Starr would now and again give Rachel’s hand a reassuring squeeze. Then the car slowed and turned rocking as it cleared a curb then stop. Faintly she heard the driver announce that ‘they were here.’ Her heart leapt into her throat as the electric gate popped and squeaked as it opened, and a tremble caught in her throat, as she felt it hop over a small bump she knew that they were in the garage. She jumped as her door swung open and the chauffeur said, “This way madam.”

 

“Starr I hope you get a really good couple and the pregnancy goes okay!” Rachel emotionally sang out and then left the car. The chauffeur took her arm and helped into the house, then closed the door, and drove away.

 

Rachel heard a soft voice as the blindfold was lifted, “You can call me Dave.” The room was dimly lit as the voice went on she turned to look and he said, “No not yet I’m not deformed I just want to wait. The room is lit this way so your eyes will have a chance to adjust.”

 

Rachel was trembling and she jumped as a hand touched her shoulder and gave it a light squeeze her heart raced as Dave went on, “My wife is a devout lesbian. She didn’t discover this until after we were married. I won’t let her have a divorce…well… mostly because I love her. You are the compromise. Okay turnaround.”

 

The end pt. 2

 

I hope you enjoyed reading pt. 2 pt. 3 is nearly finished. If you would like to comment, please send your e-mails to writermike2003@yahoo.com  any reasonable e-mails will be responded to. Thank you for your time.

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This wasn’t the first time she was ‘gangbanged’ (she was once taken at a party by 6 men when she was barely 17 before we were married but we were going out then but didn’t learn about it until a 2 – 3 years later).

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She was 28 when this happened. She was working on a native Indian reserve doing consulting work for the government. She told me about this (and I later confirmed it with JT) about 6 months later. The band manager (JT) and her had a little fling going (I knew about it) It first started when he was driving her back to her motel one night late when he took her to a park area that overlooked a valley – very beautiful. It was a nice evening and they had a couple of drinks at a picnic table. She was wearing a light skirt and blouse that showed a lot of leg and at that time with my encouragement she wore nylons and GB – that always turned me on. When Cheryl has 2 – 3 rum & cokes she tends to become horny and JT wasn’t long picking up on it. JT is a big guy about 6’ + and 200 and a good looking dude. She already had a ‘thing’ for JT so when he put his arm around her she just let it happen and soon he had his hands all over her. It wasn’t long before he had her legs spread and he had two fingers in her finger fucking her. He made her cum on his fingers.

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 That’s when JT found out her second weakness – if you make her cum you got her for the night if you want. Well he wanted – it wasn’t long before he had her blouse and bra off with his hand back between her legs and working her panties down. It also wasn’t to long before he had her lying back on the picnic table and he was fucking her. He fucked her three times that night and that started it all.

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After that night (she worked there off and on quite a bit) he would just show up at her room whenever he wanted and would take her and she would just let him have what he wanted. She loved to suck and she loved to take it anal. He took her in all her holes. One night about midnight he showed up and had been drinking with a couple of friends. He knocked on her door and when she let him in his two buddies walked in right behind him. She was only wearing a baby-doll nitie. He just walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her and laid her back on the bed and pushed the top of her nitie up and off. She said she found herself getting so turned on by this and was unable to stop herself form getting so excited by him showing her to his friends and sucking her tits that she had an orgasm. As I said if she cums once … you got her.

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So when he started sliding her bottoms down she just let it happen know JT was a bit of a chauvinist and would totally take charge he slid his pants down and off and just spread her legs and stared fucking her as his two buddies watched. They soon sat down on either side of her and started feeling and sucking on her tits. JT was only about 24 or 25 and had the ability to come back as much as the mood seemed to hit him (always amazed me) but he was mostly a fuck guy – he just wanted to fuck. He was never too big into foreplay or anything.

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It wasn’t long before JT shot his load into Cheryl – rolled off her and told his buddies it was their turn. She fucked for the three of them-twice each that first time and one guy did her ass. When they left that night she had six loads of cum in her body and over the next while many more to come. She said that even though she had a shower after they left she had cum running out of her all night and was walking a little funny the nest day but actually loved the gangbang. She is one of the very few women I know who loved to gangbang. It is exciting to her.

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That was the first time for her with JT and multi partners but not the last. JT had a program on his reserve where he had six 15-16 year old boys who where what he called his “posse”. They did a great job of keeping the crime rate down among the youth on the reserve. Guess how he one time rewarded them? But that’s another story. Â

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I didn’t go into great detail about how she was fucked by each guy, as I wasn’t there so I don’t try to embellish things. Hope you enjoyed it – it really did happen.

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parkstranger (please take the time to rank the story, good or bad - thanks)

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