Convenience Part 2

By Sally and David Waledich

Copyright reserved 2003

MF Mdom ws cons cheat humil

The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment and 
has been posted only to an appropriate group on the Internet. If it is
found in any other place this is not the responsibility of the author.

All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to 
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not
condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this
story, some of which are dangerous or illegal. He does not condone 
actual violence against women or men, or non consensual sex. 
These stories are a sexual fantasy, nothing more.

As it happened, Caroline never had contact with the mystery penis, or its owner, ever again. He never emailed her again. Perhaps, now that he had had her, and lived out his fantasy, he no longer wanted her. But something happened only the next week which was to lead to the continuance of her new-found career. Her old boss phoned her. As she sat at the restaurant table waiting for him, she wondered yet again what he wanted to see her for. She hoped he might have another job for her, but suspected it was something else: she had often caught his surreptitious looks, especially when she was wearing fitting clothes.

Nigel arrived about ten minutes late, having come straight from the office. He was in his mid fifties with balding grey hair and glasses, wearing a grey suit. Grey all over, except for his smile, which was far warmer than she had ever seen it in three years working for him.

The food arrived. They talked about the office. He asked her if she’d found another job. They finished the first bottle of wine. He made no offer of a job. Then she found that her suspicions had been correct.

“Er… Carrie… I can call you that, can’t I? Look, there’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time, and when you left I thought it was too late… but then I got up the nerve to call you… and here you are.”

“Here I am”

“Yes… you see, I find you extremely attractive… I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

So there it was. He wanted her, but she didn’t want him. Then, hit with the thought of the mysterious cock in the toilet cubicle and all those crisp notes, she had an idea she couldn’t resist.

“I know I’m a bit older than you, but I was wondering if there was any chance that you might fancy me just a little bit…”

“Two hundred quid.”

“What? Did you say what I thought you said? You mean you’re a…”

“If you want me, that’s how much it will cost.” She didn’t actually know the cost of such things, but it seemed about as much as Nigel could afford for casual sex.

“Yes. It’s a deal! If only I’d known!” She got the feeling she may have undercharged.

Caroline continued to eat in silence, astonished and dumbfounded at what she had done. He had almost said it: ‘you mean you’re a whore.’ And she was. But money was important. And sex was something that you could just get on with if you had to. Nigel was eating twice as fast as before.

“You’ll have to wear a condom.”

“Yes… OK. Do you… er… do this a lot?”

“No. What do you think I am? Well… once before. But only once.”

“So you aren’t actually a prostitute…”

“No. I work in media sales. Remember? Until you sacked me of course.”

“Yes, I know… I thought this may be a little sideline of yours… I promise you I tried to save your job… it was head office.”

Then she felt his shoeless foot working its way up her leg.

“You can’t believe how much I’ve wanted to get between your legs…” At that, his foot went between her thighs, and his toes began working the crutch of her tights. She felt a discernable thrill- the thought of having been lusted after, ably assisted by the process of having her clitoris rubbed.

“I saw you, you know… lusting after me in the office.”

“You don’t know the half of it… sometimes I had to go straight to the loo to jack off after watching your fantastic little arse. When I fucked my wife, I’d blot out all thought of her, and pretend I was sliding into your hot body.”

Hearing her boss talk like this about his burning desire for her was making her positively glow- the kind of glow that leaves a little wet patch in your knickers. She liked the thought of Nigel’s wife in their executive home being used as a sex doll: her cunt just a make-do replacement for Caroline’s own.

They finished the second bottle of wine, and then he took her off to a seedy hotel in a side street which he must have had lined up in case she said yes. It felt really weird when he stopped at a cash machine, and she looked the other way. The man behind the desk of the hotel rolled up the notes Nigel gave him and put them in his pocket as he eyed Caroline up and down- another lucky office girl getting a fuck off of her boss. She certainly didn’t look like a hooker.

As the door closed, he was on her, kissing her with fevered passion. His hands were between her legs, like hounds on the scent. She undid her skirt, and he pulled off her tights and knickers at speed. He pushed her back on the bed and dived straight between her legs, and she felt his tongue licking her cunt all over, now firing her clit, now up and down her slit. She let herself float off on his ardent lust. This was much easier than servicing an unknown cock in a lavatory. This time she actually might enjoy it. Or so she thought.

Suddenly he paused and looked up at her: “…If you piss on me, I’ll pay you double”.

She’d landed herself with a pervert. She ought to leave.

He was looking at her like a hungry dog. “Please… I’ve wanted to feel your piss on me all this time.” He was pulling his clothes off. She lay there shocked. She needed to piss very badly. Four hundred quid would be very useful.

His cock was shockingly large, and his vast throbbing erection looked incongruous on a grey-haired businessman. He rolled a condom on, then led her to the shower. “Leave your bra on. Lean back against the wall with your legs apart”. She felt weird, but the very accomplished work of his tongue on her clit was helping her to come to terms with the situation. “Piss… piss now!”

The wine had filled her bladder with a very large quantity of urine. It wasn’t hard. A small spurt and then a massive stream leapt forth. To her horror, Nigel positioned himself so that it sprayed straight into his mouth. He drank deeply. Still she sprayed. He bathed his grey head. Still she sprayed. He stood up, and held his cock in the stream. Still she sprayed- but not for long. With a sudden exact movement, he forced his massive cock straight up inside her, closing off her urethra, and started fucking her violently against the shower wall. She had never had a cock as big this, and had rarely been fucked with so much force. “You little whore… I’ve wanted to fuck you every day for three years… and now I’ve got you, and gonna fuck your cunt like you’re fucking my wallet”

Caroline did indeed feel like a whore- an apparatus rented for the purpose of causing male orgasm. She watched the violent lust on his face as he hammered her against the wall. It seemed to go on for ages, and was becoming very painful.

“Now- crouch down- I’m going to come on your tits” He pulled out, and ripped off the condom. He pushed her down. With continued violence, he wanked himself off. Finally, with a bestial grunt, his cock began to ejaculate great arcs of semen onto her chest and her black satin bra. She was amazed at the intensity of lust in his eyes as he watched his fluids soaking her flesh and underwear. At that moment it came to her: for the first time, she understood the extent and potential of sexual desire. She understood that it was a privilege to provide an outlet- to assuage that terrifying hunger with the strange foods it craved.

Finally he subsided. He seemed somewhat surprised when she then carefully licked his dick clean, trying to look as much like a slut as she could. She also made sure he could see her masturbating.

She was surprised, but understanding, when her mouth was flooded with bitter, warm liquid. Avoiding undue haste, she removed his cock, and played the hot stream of piss onto her spunky bra, letting the contents of her mouth run down her chin. Nigel moaned despairingly, and she knew she had him. She was queen of all she surveyed. As the liquid ran between her legs, she brought herself off in its warmth, remembering to moan like the women she had seen in her boyfriends’ porn films.

She let him use the shower first, and sat deep in thought, the semen and urine drying on her body. When she came out of the shower, he was gone, and there was a big pile of money on the bed. 

As she left, she tossed her bra, wet with semen and urine, onto the floor. After all, you never knew if someone else would have a need for them. She had entered the room as a girl on the make, but she left it as a true whore. But she had been inseminated with the seed of that change back in that lavatory cubicle a week before. Yes, she had a lot to learn- but learn it she would, with true professional dedication.

Two days later, Nigel phoned to make another appointment, as she knew he would. And he had two friends at the golf club who wanted to meet her- and he had told them it was £300 for a standard straight screw… 

End of part two.