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Samantha's Story - Actress, To escort, To wife
by Anonymous Author (no address provided)

***

Failed actress becomes promiscuous escort until she 
finally meets the love of her life. Sexually explicit. 
(M+/F, rom)

***

As a teen ager I wanted to be an actress. When I 
finished high school I studied drama at a local college 
for three years. I dropped out of college when I got an 
offer to appear in a a Boston tryout for a Broadway 
play. But my acting career didn't pan out quite the way 
I thought. The play never made it to Broadway. 

I did receive favorable reviews, not for my acting, but 
for my very sensuous stage presence. The reviewer wrote 
that no man in the audience could take his eyes off me. 
He felt that my eroticism actually detracted from the 
play. When I was onstage, it was difficult to pay 
attention to what was being said by the other 
characters.

My performance attracted the attention of a recruiter 
for Mitchell Business Systems. This was an office temp 
agency for legal and financial firms in Boston. It 
supplied highly trained professionals to handle overload 
work. The agency also ran an escort service for the same 
firms in case some out of town clients needed 
distraction for the evening. The recruiter made me an 
offer I couldn't refuse. 

All I would have to do was "be nice" to a few out of 
town businesspeople, in other words dine and eventually 
sleep with them. I would receive a couple of hundred 
dollars for an evening's work. It was hardly work at 
all, sex was something I regularly did for free and I 
was also very good at it. 

After an evening of soul searching I took the job. I 
didn't have many choices at this point. I could work as 
an understudy at the theater, attending audition after 
audition in the hope of getting some small part, or I 
could capitalize on my present assets. I had an 
attractive body and a real talent for sex. I knew, that 
like professional athletes, my physical attributes would 
eventually deteriorate. 

Why not make use of myself while I was in my prime? I 
was like a piece of perfectly ripe fruit that had to be 
eaten before it spoiled. It isn't as if I would hate the 
work. Besides, it would give me a chance to get a decent 
apartment of my own.

My parents knew nothing of this, of course. My father's 
company had moved to the west coast and he and my mother 
were basking in the smog of Los Angeles. They believed 
that I was still a theatrical aspirant in Boston. 

Mr. Mitchell had an experienced escort show me the 
ropes. I learned how to set up appointments with 
clients, what hotels to use, how to behave myself as a 
"trophy" girl friend, and how to deal with clients who 
became aggressive. I was accompanied by the experienced 
escort on a few assignments where the client requested, 
and paid, for a twosome. Eventually I was deemed ready 
to solo. The agency would set up the "dates" and handle 
all the financial transactions. It was a truly 
professional operation.

I had mornings and afternoons free. I spent the time 
shopping, after all I had an apartment to furnish. Then 
I would go to the gym for an hour of exercise, grab a 
quick lunch, and attend an acting class at a local drama 
school. I always hoped that I would eventually end up on 
the Broadway stage. Until evening I was just a normal 
20ish single woman in a big city. 

After dark, depending on my client's expectations, I put 
on my "go to work" clothes for an evening at a fine 
restaurant and/or the theater. My undergarments were 
always very feminine and in the latest fashion since I 
knew that they might eventually be on display. They were 
also designed to be removed quickly. Fortunately I had 
no hang ups about my figure. I was a great piece of ass 
and I knew it.

I soon developed a regular stable of clients. Most were 
older business men who were entranced by my young face 
on my sexy body. Indeed, with a little imagination, they 
could have been fucking their daughters or younger 
sisters. In fact one client repeatedly called my by his 
daughter's name while I was sucking his cock. On rare 
occasions I was asked to accompany a visiting business 
woman. These were not always intended to be sexual 
liaisons. Often single women were reluctant to go to 
public places, restaurants, and shows on their own. With 
me at her side, it could be a mother/daughter excursion 
appropriate for a college town. 

A typical date was quite pleasant. The client would 
usually take me to an expensive restaurant, wine and 
dine me, and then take me to a show or night club. Often 
they attended some event where the client would discuss 
business with his peers. I was an arm decoration whom 
the client sometimes used to distract attention from a 
critical business issue. 

Men found it difficult to concentrate on the finer 
points of finance in the presence of a beautiful girl 
with big boobs. Once in a while the client requested me 
to dress as a college student so he could introduce me 
as his daughter to avoid being typed as a dirty old man. 
Boston was ringed with colleges so the deception was 
easy to carry off.

I was usually requested to spend a few hours in the 
client's hotel room after the date. Male or female, it 
made little difference. It gave the business person a 
chance to engage in a little discrete sex while away 
from home. My body would be fully used and no one would 
ever know.

I got paid my regular fee by the agency whether I slept 
with the client or not. But much of my income depended 
on tips given me by grateful clients. And that, of 
course, depended on the client's satisfaction. I became 
very good at figuring out what the client wanted and 
relied on my acting skills to be the perfect companion 
for the evening. While not on the Broadway stage, I was 
the consummate actress I always wanted to be.

I was rarely turned on by these dates although I did get 
the chance to eat in a lot of upscale restaurants and 
see most of the new shows that came to town. I seldom 
had a real climax since I knew that her personal arousal 
would detract from my ability to act a part. I massaged 
my clients egos and faked my climaxes so successfully 
that I convinced my male clients that they were a 
reincarnation of Casanova. My female clients felt that 
they were Marlene Dietrich. When the client left, I 
often had to relieve my frustration manually. So my 
"work" day was extended by at least an hour while I 
pleasured myself to one or more orgasms.

If my "date" ended early I would spend an hour or so 
watching TV, usually one of the late night porn 
channels. Seeing women masturbate on porn TV was a 
revelation. I had thought that all they did was rub 
their cunts and stick their fingers in themselves but 
they did so much more. Of course these were porn 
actresses but watching what they did was a real eye 
opener.

One of the porn actresses resembled me so much that she 
could have been my older sister. I was startled when I 
first saw her. It was almost like I was looking at 
myself in a mirror. She was a solo performer in an 
interview style film clip titled "She Can Suck Her Own 
Nipples." In fact if you want to see approximately what 
I look like,  or at least what I will look like in a few 
years, Google this clip. It may not be exact but it is a 
fairly close likeness. The actress has my nice legs and 
boobs. On closer look I can see differences. Her hair is 
shorter than mine and her eyes are a different color. 
She also spoke in an Australian accent so I knew that it 
couldn't a secret clip of my sister. 

The woman on TV was wearing a red velvet dress and was 
seated at a bar. The unseen interrogator complimented 
the porn actress then asked her if she liked to play 
with herself. She nodded. What did she do he asked? She 
thought for a while then said demurely that she liked to 
play with her breasts. 

"What do you like to do with your breasts?" 

"Pull my nipples hard" she replied. Her answer struck an 
immediate chord with me. It was what I liked to do to my 
boobs too. 

"Show me," the interviewer said. 

The actress slowly slipped her dress off her shoulders, 
put her hands under her full breasts and rolled and 
pulled her nipples forcefully until her breasts 
stretched out in front of her. Then she raised each 
breast in turn to her mouth. She sucked and licked her 
nipples lovingly, obviously enjoying herself. Indeed, it 
looked like one of her favorite things to do. The camera 
filmed herself sucking, focusing on the lipstick ring 
she left around each stiff nipple. 

The interviewer said that he had been told him that she 
often didn't wear panties and that she had a very sexy 
pussy. She gave him a quick smile. 

"Would you like to see it?" she asked coyly. Obviously 
he agreed. In fact he said that he wanted to film her 
making herself cum. She gave a slight smile to imply 
acquiescence.

"OK," she said. "I like to make myself cum too."

Indeed, she wasn't wearing panties. She raised her 
skirt, lay back in her chair, spread her beautiful legs 
and started caressing her pussy. Her vaginal lips were 
swollen, red and florid. Porn actress or not she must 
have been playing with her cunt before the filming. 
Either that or her tit sucking must have excited her 
more than a little.

The actress looked knowingly at the camera then wet her 
fingers, pushed aside her engorged florid labia and 
buried the fingers in her vagina. She slowly finger 
fucked herself pausing from time to time to suck her wet 
digits. Her hand moved faster and faster until it was 
almost a blur. She began to gasp and moan as she worked 
her cunt. 

Finally she laid her head back, her legs shook, her hips 
rose and she quivered to an obvious orgasm. It was clear 
that she enjoyed her work. I couldn't tell if her climax 
was real or acting but I didn't really care. I was 
entranced. If only I could suck her pussy I might have 
easily become a lesbian. Probably not a true lesbian but 
certainly bisexual.

In all my experience as an escort I had never had a real 
climax with a female client. Except for one occasion. My 
business woman "date" for the evening was named Sarah. 
She was an attorney from Atlanta who came to Boston to 
approve the terms of a contract between two large 
corporations. Because of bad flying weather, one of the 
principals was delayed and Sarah had to remain in Boston 
over the weekend.

Sarah was staying at an upscale hotel in the Back Bay 
section of Boston. When Sarah opened her hotel room 
door, I was astonished. Sarah was huge, not fat, just 
big. She was well over six and a half feet tall. A 
giantess. Sarah was very nicely formed but of Amazonian 
proportions. She smelled fresh, of soap and water as if 
she had stepped out of a bath. I thought she could have 
been a model for the larger than life sized statue of 
justice in front of the county courthouse.

"Before you ask," said Sarah, "no, I didn't play 
basketball. I did play competitive volley ball and beach 
volley ball though. All my family is very tall. It's 
hell to buy clothes that fit."

I was expected to spend the evening with this outsized 
woman and entertain her as best I could. The attorney 
was at least a decade older than me, in her late 30s. 
She was in very good shape, much heavier than I am, of 
course, but the weight was well distributed. Mostly to 
her breasts, I thought. Their evening was very pleasant. 
We had an early dinner at a fine restaurant, then took 
in a touring Broadway play. 

When we returned to the hotel, we stopped for a drink in 
the hotel's posh lounge. Sarah wore an expensive low cut 
blouse that showed an impressive amount of cleavage. The 
blouse was cut so low that the upper part of Sarah's 
large areolas peeked out whenever she leaned forward. 
The sight drew my eyes like a magnet. Sarah's nipples 
pushed little bumps on the front of the blouse. A couple 
of guys at an adjacent table must have liked what they 
saw too. They tried to hit on both of us but a severe 
glance from Sarah frightened them away. 

During our conversation Sarah told me that she was not 
gay even though she had hired a female escort for the 
evening. She had a husband and three kids at home whom 
she claimed to love dearly. Her last child was only 6 
months old and she was still nursing it. That, Sarah 
said, probably accounted for the size of her breasts.

When we left the lounge, Sarah invited me in for a 
goodnight drink in her hotel room. I didn't expect 
anything intimate to happen. Frankly I was a bit 
intimidated by Sarah's size. It would be like sleeping 
with the Statue of Liberty.

Sarah didn't intend to bed me either. The "date" was 
supposed to be a simple dinner and theatre evening. But, 
I guess when she saw my compact body, my great legs and 
beautiful tits, Sarah's cunt overcame her common sense. 
She suddenly felt an overpowering urge to have sex with 
me. It was an irresistible impulse. She wanted to ravish 
my body so much that she had to steady the key with both 
hands before she could open the room door. 

The moment the door closed, Sarah's full lips were 
planted on mine. Her tongue pushed between my lips in 
the most intimate of French kisses. With a single 
movement she lifted me off my feet and deposited me on 
the hotel room bed. Sarah was big enough and strong 
enough to do whatever she wanted with me. I was startled 
by the suddenness of the embrace.  However since Sarah 
was renting me for the entire evening she could do 
whatever she wanted. The escort service placed no 
restrictions on how "dates" were used as long as the 
client didn't damage the merchandise.

Despite her size and strength, Sarah was gentler than 
many of my male clients. I was curious, and a bit 
excited, about how this Amazon would actually make love 
to me. I had an active fantasy life and my mind quickly 
flashed through all the ways this gigantic woman could 
give me a climax. In seconds my nipples started to 
harden and I could feel little twinges in her pussy. To 
say that I was surprised was putting it mildly. I had 
never been so turned on by the prospect of sex with a 
woman before.

Sarah quickly stripped my clothes off, an easy task 
since it was a warm summer evening and I had worn very 
little. Then she shed her own expensive garments. I 
admired Sarah's larger than life sized perfection. She 
was fantastic, a gorgeous giantess that would be more 
than a handful for most men. Within minutes after 
entering the room Sarah was exploring my naked body on 
the king sized bed. Sarah knew just what to do with me. 
She handled me like a large baby, flipping me around on 
the bed, running her hands over my body, exploring 
between my legs. 

I knew that I had lost command both of the situation and 
of myself. Sarah sucked my breast into her mouth, nearly 
swallowing it in its entirety, while her hand worked in 
my pussy. The finger Sarah put in my already wet vagina 
was as big as most men's pricks. Between Sarah's tit 
sucking and finger fucking I was swiftly rising to a 
climax. My cunt was on erotic fire. The sexual 
stimulation from my tits and cunt merged into an 
overwhelming desire for a climax. My anticipations had 
been correct. Sarah was having her way with me. What was 
happening was completely out of my control. I was being 
totally dominated. I couldn't stop it and, what's more 
important, I didn't want to. 

I knew I was on the verge of a big climax. My body's 
countdown clock had started and I had only a few seconds 
left before the nuclear explosion. It was all so quick. 
It never happened that quickly with any of my male 
lovers or even when I did myself.

"Sarah," I cried in a moment of clarity, "You're making 
me feel so - -  so good but if you keep loving me you 
are going to make me cum. It's not the way it should be. 
I should be giving you a climax instead." 

"Oh Sarah, don't stop you are doing. Don't stop. It's so 
heavenly."

"Hush," whispered Sarah, momentarily releasing my 
breast. "I want to make you cum. It's important to me. 
After you cum you can "do" me if you want. Now lie back 
and enjoy yourself." She recovered my breast and resumed 
sucking and chewing my sensitive nipple.

I felt my legs getting stiff, my thighs contracting, my 
toes pointing, my back arching, all signs of an imminent 
climax. I lost control of my body. It quivered and 
shook. Whatever was going to happen to me would happen 
soon. My hips rose to meet the thrusts of Sarah's hand. 
I was building to a massive orgasm. All I could think 
about was cumming.

"I want to cum! Oh Sarah, make me cum! Fuck me, suck me, 
fuck me harder! Bite my tittie! Chew it. Harder. Give it 
to me!"  

Within minutes of entering the hotel room I was 
shuddering and writhing on the bed. My legs danced to 
phantom music. My body spasmed as I screamed in ecstasy. 
MY entire consciousness vanished into my cunt.

"I'm going to cum now, Sarah. Yes, Yes. Now. It's the 
best! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING NOW!" 

And I came. Wow did I cum! My mind shut down for a few 
minutes while it slowly disentangled itself from my 
cunt. I floated in a haze of orgasmic satisfaction. I 
had fooled around a little in college but no woman had 
ever made me cum like that. After I caught my breath, I 
kissed and fondled my client trying to give as good as I 
got. I was the one who was supposed to give the 
climaxes, not receive them.

"I don't know what came over me," said Sarah. "When I 
first saw you, I knew I just had to have you. You look 
so young and innocent. So fresh. After I saw you, all I 
wanted to do was love you. And you were mine for the 
evening." 

"I've always wanted to make love to a beautiful young 
woman," Sarah went on.  "But I've never dared. Most take 
one look at me, at my huge klutzy body, and feel like it 
would be sleeping with a white whale. I even frighten 
off most men. My husband handles me like a piece of 
porcelain. He's afraid that if he gets too aggressive, 
I'll roll over on him and crush him."

"Sarah," I replied. "An escort's job is to please her 
client. I thought we were going to have a few awkward 
moments while we decided who would do what to whom but 
you surprised the hell out of me. I'm so glad that you 
made love to me so quickly. I haven't cum that hard in 
years."

I went on, "I have a problem with men too but for 
different reasons. My baby face makes me look like a 
wanton Girl Scout. Guys don't know whether to fuck me or 
order Girl Scout cookies. I'm so glad you took me the 
way you did. I need forceful loving. And you gave me a 
precious gift, a really good climax. I don't get many of 
those. Escorts rarely get any satisfaction from their 
clients. 

"We pander to their needs, stroke their private parts, 
let them cum in us, and make them believe that they've 
given us the mother of all orgasms. It's all fake. But 
you made me cum for real and it was wonderful. So I'll 
be totally honest with you from now on. I'll do whatever 
you want me to. No holds barred. Anything you want. 
Anything at all. And I promise to enjoy myself and help 
you enjoy yourself. No acting."

Sarah kissed me, then held me at arm's length. 
"Samantha," she said. "There is one thing I would like 
you to do before we do anything else. Suck my tits. I 
mean really milk me. I'm still nursing and my breasts 
have to be emptied every six hours. I never expected to 
be here for the weekend so I didn't pack my breast pump. 
My boobies are hurting. You don't know how tempted I was 
in the restaurant to fish a tit out of my blouse and 
shove it into your mouth. If you hadn't been with me, I 
might have been desperate enough to let those two guys 
at the next table suckle me just to ease the pain."

Sarah held one breast up for my inspection. It was 
bigger than a 5 pound bag of sugar and hung down to 
Sarah's belly button when she stood erect. It was meaty 
and fully packed. The brown nipple was as big as a large 
acorn. It was centered in a saucer sized areola. A 
little drop of white milk leaked from the nipple as I 
watched. I was fascinated by the sight. I couldn't 
believe that anyone could possess such of bounty of 
flesh.
 
"Please hurry," said Sarah. "I need relief so badly."

I buried my face in Sarah's mammaries, squeezing, 
sucking, biting while Sarah held me close. It was a 
wonderful sensation. I pressed the big tits close to my 
face while I sucked and chewed the flesh. I alternately 
mouthed each nipple, running my tongue around the bumpy 
areola while I nibbled the nub. It was the first time 
that I had ever experienced intimate contact with 
breasts so much bigger than my own. I began to 
appreciate the pleasures that men found in playing with 
my own large tits. I loved Sarah's breasts. I could suck 
and nurse from those huge nipples all night.

Sarah gently massaged the end of her big breast to start 
the milk flow. Then she shoved her nipple further into 
my mouth, urging me to suck her breast dry. 

ÒSuck my tit! Suck my titties! Drink all my milk!Ó 

I clamped down around the base of the teat, hungrily 
sucking. My mouth filled with Sarah's sweet-tasting 
milk. Sarah instinctively brought both hands up to her 
breast, then squeezed hard to get a massive torrent of 
her 'mother's milk' down my throat. I gulped and 
swallowed. It was the first time I had tasted breast 
milk as an adult. I moaned in animalistic pleasure.

"Suck as much as you want my lovely baby." crooned 
Sarah. "Really drain me. Chew me a little, even bite me. 
My boobs like it."

"My God, I'm being nursed like Sarah's baby" I thought. 
"I love it!" 

I sucked for at least half an hour swallowing mouthfuls 
from each nipple, nursing until both breasts were empty. 
The milk tasted like melted vanilla ice cream without 
the vanilla. "Of course it tastes good," I thought. 
"Babies are supposed to like it." 

I was fascinated by the idea of sucking milk from a 
womanly pair of tits. It was what tits were really made 
for. I had thought that I would have to wait until I had 
my own baby and could nurse from my own nipples. Thank 
God for Sarah's milky boobs. I didn't have to wait any 
more. 

While her tits were being so thoroughly appreciated, 
Sarah shifted her arms and began to caress my legs. She 
worked her fingers over my calves, massaging the flesh, 
then began stroking the thighs. Sarah slowly worked her 
way up to my pussy. This time her fingers concentrated 
on my clitoris, masturbating it like a small cock. The 
clitoris has a million nerve endings, all directed 
toward sexual arousal. I felt the sharp twinges of 
excitement. 

"She's going to make me cum again. It's too soon," I 
thought. "I can't cum again this soon." But with Sarah's 
stimulation of my clit and my mouth sucking the sweet 
essence from Sarah's bountiful breasts, my body's sexual 
autopilot catapulted me to a climactic peak in just a 
few moments. 

"If she keeps touching my clit, I'll cum."

I had no choice. My body simply took over. It was a 
long, delicious climax. I shuddered through my second 
orgasm of the evening, clutching Sarah's body as if I 
never wanted to let her go. I wanted to shout my 
pleasure but my mouth was filled with Sarah's nipple.

Then Sarah moved her hands to her own cunt, stroking and 
driving her fingers deep inside. Samantha could feel the 
vibrations of Sarah's body through her breasts. In 
couple of minutes I could feel Sarah's body tense, then 
start to shudder through an orgasm. It was obvious that 
Sarah had satisfied herself this way before. I had the 
fleeting image of Sarah sitting at her desk, reading a 
legal brief, as she plunged her fingers into her 
receptive vagina giving herself a nice orgasm. I 
wondered how she billed that masturbatory interlude.

When both milky breasts were empty Sarah and I switched 
roles, going 69, enjoying each other's juices. My thighs 
held Sarah's head in place while Sarah's tongue 
penetrated my cunt. I, in turn, wrapped my lips around 
Sarah's clitoris, sucking and nibbling. I was determined 
to give Sarah a second big orgasm, just the way Sarah 
had dome for me. 

Sarah may have had the magic in her fingers which made 
me climax so quickly but I had cock sucking experience 
on my side. I tongued and nibbled Sarah's clitoris like 
a tiny cock until I could feel Sarah's body begin to 
shake. Her hips moved backward and forward in a 
simulation of intercourse. Her large hands pressed my 
head tighter into her pussy. She began to thrash around, 
shuddered, and then had an earthquake of a climax. I 
licked up the secretions from Sarah's throbbing pussy 
after she came.

"Thank you. Oh, thank you!" said Sarah as she held me 
close.

I never did get home that evening. Sarah and I fell 
asleep in each other's arms. From time to time my body 
quivered and I felt the most wonderful feelings in my 
cunt as Sarah fondled my sleeping body to a climax. It 
was the most erotic nocturnal sex dream ever. I'm sure I 
reciprocated for her. I had known since my high school 
days that I could have several orgasms in a prolonged 
session of sexual play. It was almost a job requirement 
for an escort. But it was a revelation for Sarah. She 
never realized that her body could experience such 
repeated bouts of pleasure. 

I woke up at 10 a.m. the next morning to the smell of 
fresh coffee. Sarah had gotten up earlier and called 
room service for breakfast to be delivered. After eating 
I heard the jingle of my cell phone. It was the Mitchell 
agency calling to tell me that my client, Sarah, had 
requested my services for the next two days. 

Apparently Sarah had made another call before breakfast. 
I was glad to agree to the request although I would have 
gladly spent the rest of the weekend in Sarah's arms for 
free. The fee for my services would probably be buried 
in some expense account. Too bad there would be no 
record of the number of climaxes given and received. 
That might merit a special bonus.

The remainder of the weekend passed in a wine induced 
delirious haze of sexuality. I crawled all over Sarah's 
large body, touching, licking and fondling, like Captain 
Ahab exploring Moby Dick or Cortez discovering a new 
continent. Sarah's massive breasts were palisades of 
pleasure which descended to the grand orgasmic canyon of 
her vulva. Sarah, in turn, licked her way up my legs and 
body from toes to lips, stopping en route to devour my 
pussy. In my hazy state my mind flashed back to the 
cannibalistic fantasy of my teen years. 

"No, Sarah," I thought. "You've got it wrong. When you 
eat me, you devour my calves first, my thighs next, then 
you can eat my pussy. Don't forget to leave room for my 
tits for dessert."

The fantasy was so vivid that I shook myself and touched 
my body to make sure I was still intact. Sarah had her 
head in my crotch and was, indeed, eating my pussy, 
chewing my vaginal lips and clitoris with gentle bites. 
I really enjoyed being the main course for this kind of 
meal and shuddered to a small orgasm as Sarah licked and 
chewed my pussy. After I came, Sarah continued her oral 
tour of my body moving up to kiss my lips.

Sarah's huge breasts required emptying several more 
times. It was necessary to avoid painful fullness, or so 
Sarah said. I think that she just liked her tits to be 
sucked and I did my best to satisfy her. She told me 
that she needed to be milked every six hours or her 
breast would hurt and start to leak. 

Sarah held up her massive tit and rolled the nipple 
between her fingers to make it stand up. Then she gently 
placed it between my waiting lips. She clutched me close 
as the milk began to flow while she enjoyed the pleasure 
of lactating. More than once while I was nursing Sarah I 
felt a pull at my own  breast. Sarah was sucking my 
tittie too.

It was an odd but delightful sensation. Sarah had almost 
all my breast in her mouth and was gently squeezing my 
flesh while laving my nipple with her tongue. The 
boundaries between our bodies blurred. With Sarah 
mouthing, tonguing and sucking at my nipple and me 
nursing at Sarah's breast, I imagined that I was 
drinking milk from my own bountiful boobie. How 
wonderful it would be to nurse yourself, I thought. To 
drink milk from your own body. It would be a fitting 
conclusion to all my hours of masturbatory breast play.

Sarah could, of course, empty her own breasts, but she 
much preferred me to do it. I was happy to offer Sarah 
this service. Necessary or not, both Sarah and I seemed 
to enjoy giving and receiving milk immensely. Each 
milking session turned into an extended bout of sex play 
and mutual orgasms. We drifted off to sleep late Sunday 
night, arms and legs wrapped around each other. I 
clutched Sarah's dripping nipple in my mouth and had my 
hand in Sarah's pussy. Sarah filled my vagina with her 
large fingers. It was heavenly. 

But all good things end. On Monday morning Sarah 
dressed, put on her war paint, and endorsed the contract 
at the lawyer's office. Just before leaving for the 
airport she told me that the weekend was the fulfillment 
of a lifelong dream. She would never repeat it but it 
had been the happiest and most satisfying time of her 
life. Sarah said again that she was not a lesbian, but 
if she was she would like to remain with me forever. We 
kissed goodbye at the airport. 

To a casual observer, it could have been a girl kissing 
her older sister before putting her on the plane. But it 
was so much more than that. At the last moment Sarah 
asked me for my personal phone number just in case of 
some carnal emergency in the future.

I went back to my apartment and slept for hours. My 
pussy was swollen. My clit felt the size of a 
grapefruit. My thighs ached. My tits were chewed black 
and blue. But I awoke with a smile on my face. The 
weekend truly had been memorable. I was sure that Sarah 
felt the same way. I wondered how Sarah could explain 
the bruises, the bites, the hickeys and the love marks 
on her beautiful, gigantic, wonderful body to her 
husband. Perhaps she could say she had been in a car 
crash.

Stanley Mitchell, the fatherly owner of the temp agency, 
recognized a good thing when he saw it. He wanted to 
keep me in his fold. I was essentially a "nice" girl. 
Not a drug user or an alcoholic. True, I had a very high 
libido but that was an asset in my kind of work. More 
important, I simply looked sexy. 

While fashion magazines and Hollywood movies always 
showed successful men with impossibly thin, classy 
women, Mitchell knew, both from personal experience and 
his clients preferences, that most men liked nicely 
curved women with shapely tits and legs. No one wanted 
to go to bed with a bag of bones, no matter how elegant. 
Also, my clients were repeaters, paid promptly, and 
didn't cause trouble. They were glad of the opportunity 
to screw a sexy, responsive woman. I was certainly a 
keeper.

To make sure that I stayed at the escort agency, he 
offered me a tiny share in the business with a 
substantial increase in income. I was only 24 years old 
but by this time I was making much more money than any 
of my high school peers.

One night I got a call from Mr. Mitchell asking if I 
would "date" a young man a bit younger than my usual 
clients. I would be doing a special favor for my boss. 
He asked me to meet with him first to discuss the 
details of the "date." It turned out that the young man 
was the son of a close friend, quite wealthy in his own 
right. The son had just gone through a messy divorce. 
His foreign born wife had married him to get her hands 
on the father's money. When the father refused to assign 
a portion of his estate to the son, the wife got fed up 
and left. She was also having an affair with her 
personal trainer. No loss, but the son took the divorce 
badly. My job was to distract him and take his mind off 
his problems.

Mr. Mitchell claimed that the son had no idea that 
Mitchell Business Systems ran an escort agency. The 
fiction was that I was a supervisor of professional temp 
workers. I had just arrived in town and Mitchell had 
arranged a blind date with a young man to keep me from 
feeling lonely. I knew I would have to use all my acting 
skills to keep up the deception. If I eventually decided 
to sleep with my blind "date" I would have to make it 
appear that it was an ordinary seduction. The "date" was 
set up for the next day.

The young man, Jake, arrived at my apartment on time. He 
was a couple of years older than me, nice looking, but 
certainly not movie star handsome. His eyes twinkled but 
his face had a look of sadness, Our dinner date was 
casual, mostly small talk over an Italian meal. I tried 
to figure out how I could get him in bed since he didn't 
make any advances. To no avail. After an evening of 
conversation he took me home, parting with a quick peck 
on the cheek. I wondered if I had lost my charm. This 
was my first date in years that didn't end up in bed. In 
a way it was refreshing to be so ordinary. But he did 
ask me out again.

On our next date Jake was a little less laid back. We 
went to dinner and dancing. Our interaction was very 
pleasant and relaxed. I loved just being myself. I 
enjoyed feeling his arm around my waist when we were 
dancing. He pulled me close and I took the opportunity 
to rub my tits against his chest. His eyes opened wide. 
I thought that it was the first time he noticed that I 
had breasts. This time our good night kiss was more 
passionate. Jake held me close and I could feel his 
tongue penetrate my lips. I could also feel hints of his 
erection pressing against my pubic area. Altogether more 
promising, I thought.

The following day was Friday. I had a couple of regular 
clients lined up for the afternoon. They wanted to have 
a last hot fuck before returning to their "plain 
vanilla" wives in Chicago and Minneapolis, respectively. 
I usually didn't take this kind of "call girl" action 
but I welcomed the opportunity for a little no holds 
barred sexuality. Jake was very nice but he was too much 
of a gentleman. 

The first client came over just before noon. He was a 
big man, a very aggressive lover and seemed to be in a 
considerable hurry. Within five minutes his cock was in 
me and we were writhing on the bed. I wrapped my legs 
around him and squeezed tight just as he came. But he 
didn't stop. He sucked and chewed my titties, grasped my 
thighs and continued fucking with his still hard cock. I 
didn't intend to but I finally shuddered and came in a 
minimal orgasm. Then he licked my pussy clean of all its 
juice, giving me another small climax.

I was a bit angry with myself that I had allowed myself 
to cum with this client. The client and I had no sexual 
chemistry. It was all almost mechanical. Like my teen 
age trick of putting the vacuum cleaner hose to my tits 
and a vibrator in my cunt. I didn't often cum during 
these afternoon encounters but the two almost platonic 
dates with Jake had left me so sexually frustrated that 
I did this time. Enough genital stimulation would excite 
a plaster saint. 

Even getting fucked by a carrot would have made me cum. 
The climax was barely adequate, even for an afternoon 
quickie, but I wished it had been Jake's cock in my 
cunt. The client's visit ended in less than an hour. He 
had an early flight to catch and didn't intend to miss 
it.

I had time to clean up and take a shower before the next 
client was scheduled to arrive. He was the older man who 
treated me like a daughter, a very incestuous daughter. 
He was one of my favorite clients, requesting my 
services on each one of his frequent trips to Boston. He 
rarely made demands on me, just wanted me to play the 
role of his daughter while he groped and fondled my 
body. He lusted after his daughter but didn't dare 
approach her. I was a convenient substitute. I didn't 
know much about this client except that he was a very 
kindly man with a strong incest hang up. 

He talked about his daughter often. He even showed me 
her picture. She was an attractive young woman about my 
own age. She had returned to live at home after a short, 
abusive marriage. She worked as an assistant buyer at a 
large Minneapolis department store. The client's wife 
was heavily involved in social activities and rarely had 
time for her husband. The daughter, on the other hand, 
spent much time with her father. Like most modern girls, 
her dress at home was very informal, T shirts, briefs, 
and other garments which showed a lot of skin. She also 
liked to sunbathe in the nude during the short 
Minneapolis summer. This drove the client wild but, of 
course, he could do nothing about it except visit me as 
often as he could.

After the client arrived we had a few drinks while he 
sat in an easy chair. I removed his shoes and asked if 
he would like to get more comfortable. I helped him out 
of his business suit, hung it carefully in the closet 
and wrapped a bath robe around him, all the while 
touching and stroking his body. I didn't neglect his 
penis but was not obvious about fondling it. When he was 
comfortable I sat on a footstool at his feet. As he 
talked I let my hand drift inside his robe. 

His cock got hard as I stroked it. He continued to tell 
me of his day's activities. I moved my head to his 
crotch and put the end of his now hardening penis 
between my lips, chewing the cockhead with gentle bites. 
By this time the client was clutching my body and 
calling me by his daughter's name, Kayla.

I loved playing the role of his daughter. It gave us 
both pleasure. The client enjoyed the simulated incest 
theme while I got a chance to exercise my acting chops. 

"Suck me  Kayla!" he cried. "Let me feel your soft 
titties." His hands reached down and grabbed my breasts 
and he started squeezing in time with my sucking. He was 
so enthusiastic that even my pussy got a little wet. It 
didn't take too long after that before he came in my 
mouth. 

His jizm wasn't too bad. I had tasted better but this 
was OK. My clients liked to see me swallow their 
emission and I usually complied. A bit more protein in 
my diet wouldn't hurt. This was generally the end of my 
session with this particular client but today he had 
other ideas. Still holding my breasts he pulled my body 
upward.

"Put me in you, Kayla," he urged. His cock was still 
reasonably hard after the blow job. I took his prick and 
rubbed it against my pussy lips until it stiffened a bit 
more then shoved it into my wet cunt. It was a first for 
both of us. His body began to move as he drove his cock 
in and out of my vagina.

"I'm fucking you, Kayla", he cried. "I'm really fucking 
you. Cum with Daddy. Please cum." I got caught up in the 
client's excitement and, for a moment, really wanted to 
believe that I was Kayla. I felt his penis moving in my 
cunt. My body began its inevitable rise toward a climax. 
The real Kayla would certainly love this. I realized 
that I couldn't allow myself to get carried away. I 
wasn't Kayla, just playing the role. I had to give the 
client his money's worth. But it would be so nice to be 
Kayla, if only for a few hours.

"I'm going to cum Daddy. Just a few strokes more. Hold 
my titties tighter Daddy. Squeeze them a bit harder. Oh 
Daddy, you are making me cum. You are making me cum. You 
are giving me a climax. It's what I've always wanted. 
I'm going to have a big orgasm just for you - my 
wonderful Daddy. I'm cumming now, Daddy. I'm really 
CUMMING! I'M CUMMING FOR YOU!" 

It was all acting, of course. But I enjoyed playing 
Kayla so much that I would have liked to have a real 
climax with this client. Perhaps if he had stayed the 
night and he played with my body a bit more I might 
actually have cum. But my acting convinced the client. 
He even gave me an additional $200 tip before he left to 
catch his plane.

"That was a very good fuck," I said as he was leaving. 
"How did you manage to get hard so soon after I sucked 
your penis?"

"It helps if you're taking Viagra," said the client as 
he left.

I wondered if the client's new found confidence would 
encourage him to make love to his real daughter, Kayla. 
He obviously wanted to. He was such a nice man that they 
might both enjoy it. Time would tell.

Later that evening, I received a phone call from Jake. 
The weekend was coming up and he wondered if I would 
like to go for a coastal trip on his sailboat, moored in 
Marblehead. We could go up the coast, dine at a shore-
side restaurant, eat freshly caught lobster and clams, 
and return that evening. 

I quickly said OK, then called my boss to cancel 
anything he had lined up for the weekend. I took a long 
bubble bath to wind down from my exertions of the 
afternoon. I had come to the conclusion that when men 
paid for sex they took it much more seriously than they 
did on a casual date. I was exhausted and dropped off 
into a deep sleep.

Jake arrived early the next morning. Most days I didn't 
arise until 10 or so and here it was, barely 8 a.m. Jake 
was dressed in jeans and a boating sweater and looked 
very sportsman like. I rustled through my closet to find 
the closest thing I had to boating clothes.

"Samantha, you look lovely," said Jake. I couldn't 
believe my ears. I had no makeup on, my hair was 
uncombed. I hadn't even washed my face. I excused myself 
for five minutes, took a hasty shower, scrubbed my face 
with a wet washcloth, ran a comb through my hair, and 
put a couple of dabs of perfume in strategic areas.

The Marblehead marina was about an hour's drive away. 
Actually a bit longer because we stopped at a diner for 
a bite of breakfast. Jake had already eaten but I 
gobbled up my omelet like a starving waif. Jake's boat 
was waiting at the pier. It was a luxury sailboat 
somewhat bigger than I expected. The boat measured about 
40 feet overall, had a raised pilothouse and standing 
headroom throughout. It was very seaworthy. Jake said 
that it was designed for single handed sailing. The 
previous year he had sailed it from Marblehead to the 
Virgin Islands without a crew.

We boarded and cast off, motoring out to the harbor 
entrance then raised sail to take advantage of a 
favorable wind. We headed northeast toward Gloucester, 
normally a three hour sail away. I noticed how at ease 
Jake seemed to be at the helm, how well he handled the 
sails, and the effortless strength of his hands as he 
trimmed the jib. He seemed so thoroughly competent in 
his mastery of the boat. 

I wished that Jake would handle my own body the same 
way. I would simply love him to handle my breasts as 
deftly as he handled the jib or navigate my pussy as 
competently as he turned the helm. I even wished him to 
fondle my legs as well as he set the sails. Jake wasn't 
doing anything to me at all but I was getting wet at the 
thought of what he could do. 

We arrived at Gloucester about three hours after setting 
off and had a delightful lunch at a seafood restaurant. 
Our conversation was easy and interesting. I simply 
enjoyed being myself without the necessity of flattering 
a client. Jake spoke about his ambition to be a writer, 
not a businessman like his father. As our conversation 
loosened up Jake revealed how disappointed he was at the 
failure of his marriage. 

He felt that he had been taken in, played for a sucker. 
He knew now, he said, that love wasn't just a pretty 
face or a roll in the hay. I winced at the thought 
because that's just what I was doing to him. We dawdled 
over lunch, totally at ease in each other's company. The 
afternoon was over far too soon and we had to head back 
to make it before dark.

All sailors know that in a sailboat you can't really 
plan to meet a schedule. A storm may come up. The winds 
may blow the wrong way. Ot it could be a dead calm. 
Within an hour after leaving Gloucester the winds were 
gusting to gale strength and the waves were six to eight 
feet. In the spray visibility dropped to less than an 
eighth of a mile. The weather radio told Jake that the 
storm would get worse and last until morning. Getting 
back to Marblehead required us to navigate around a 
series of islands in a high traffic area. 

Jake felt that discretion was the better form of valor. 
We would anchor in the lee of a small island and wait 
until the storm lifted. He had no fear of anchoring for 
the night. The boat was well found and safe under the 
worst storm conditions. The anchoring gear was first 
class. It would hold in any weather we would be likely 
to encounter. I had been a little nervous at the idea of 
a trip back in a storm so I agreed. Besides this would 
give me an opportunity to have an evening alone with 
Jake. Who knew what might develop.

Jake prepared us a nice meal in the surprisingly well 
equipped galley. Nothing spectacular but very tasty, 
especially when washed down with a bottle of good wine. 
Our dinner time conversation was like a continuation of 
the one we had at lunch. It seemed as if we had known 
each other forever. The wind howled and the fog got even 
denser as the sun set. Jake and I sat side by side on 
the sofa listening to music on the hi-fi. The boat 
rocked and pitched but seemed secure. 

Jake turned on the required outside lights to warn other 
boats of our presence. The law required that a fog horn 
be sounded periodically. Jake had his on an automatic 
timer that made the horn blast every few minutes. He 
made a last minute inspection of the anchor and got 
another one ready to set if the first should drag. No 
problems. When all was shipshape on deck, Jake returned 
below.

I was still sitting on the sofa. I had poured a couple 
of glasses of wine, one for Jake and one for myself. I 
patted the sofa for Jake to sit beside me. We sat side 
by side. The storm had worsened. The boat tossed in the 
waves and the wind made eerie sounds as it whistled 
through the rigging. Once in a while a big wave crashed 
on deck and the boat shuddered. Jake could see that I 
was very nervous. My body language gave it all away. I 
began to fidget, crossing and uncrossing my legs and 
wiggling my butt on the sofa. 

I kept brushing non-existent hairs out of my face. I 
kept touching the front of my boating sweater. I wanted 
to clutch my breasts or pinch my nipples but didn't 
dare. Anything to take my mind off of the pitching and 
rolling of the boat. Eventually Jake put his arm around 
me and held me close. Close enough to smell the faint 
scent of perfume wafting up from my cleavage.

"Jake, I'm really frightened. Do you think we will be 
all right?"

I leaned against him. The boat tossed as a big wave 
caught it. I leaned even closer. Then I turned to Jake 
and kissed him full on the lips. It was what I had 
wanted to do all day. 

"I hope you don't mind," I said. "I don't think I can 
get any sleep tonight. All this noise and motion scares 
me. I'm frightened." 

Jake held me closer. I pressed my body against his. With 
one motion I grabbed Jake's hand and put it directly on 
my breast. Jake was startled, both at the audaciousness 
of my action and the size of my boob. 

"Yes Jake, I've got tits. Take them, use them. Do 
whatever you want to with them."

"I don't know," said Jake. "I'd be taking advantage of 
you. It may feel dangerous but we are perfectly safe."

"Jake, Don't be such a goddamn boy scout. I'm so 
frightened that I may wet my pants. Can't you see. I 
need a real distraction. It's the only thing that will 
help me. I'm offering myself to you. You can use me in 
any way that pleases you. Hold me, kiss me, even love 
me. All I have is yours. If you decide to make love to 
me, really fuck me hard. When I'm this frightened, sex 
is the only thing that helps. Don't think of me as 
wanton. Just think of it as therapy. I really need it."

It wasn't all acting. It was the first time I was in a 
boat in a storm and I was really scared.

"How can I help?" asked Jake.

"You can start by kissing me."

It was like opening the floodgates of a dam. Jake turned 
to me and kissed me, this time pushing his tongue 
between my lips. His hands slipped under my sweater and 
brushed aside my bra, not stopping until he had grasped 
one of my big mammaries in each hand. I could feel his 
fingers clutching my bare flesh, my nipples nestled 
against his palms. Without releasing me, he pushed me 
away until he could look at me.

"Samantha, I tried to be a gentleman because that's what 
I thought you needed. I've wanted you from the moment I 
laid eyes on you."

I leaned forward and kissed him again. His hands left my 
breasts and went around my back pulling me tightly 
toward him. We hugged and kissed, our hands wandering 
over each other's bodies. Eventually we moved apart.

Jake said, "Before we go any further, let's get 
comfortable. The sofa pulls out into a double bed and I 
have some nice cozy comforters that we can snuggle 
under."

Jake and I pulled out the sofa and found the comforters. 
There was no need to turn on the cabin heat. The evening 
chill would be countered by both the comforters and by 
our body warmth. We had not planned to be out overnight 
so neither of us had night clothes. I took off my 
clothes, even my panties, and stood before him entirely 
nude. In a way I was glad since I was proud of my body 
and hoped that it would arouse Jake.

"We will have to sleep al fresco," I said.

Jake stripped down to the buff and this time I was 
surprised. He was slim, fit, and athletic. Not like a 
football player but more like a champion swimmer. His 
large penis was semi erect and he made no attempt to 
hide it. When I looked at him I felt my cunt twitch. 

"If only he fucks as good as he looks," I thought, "I'll 
be in heaven."

Jake slipped into bed with me and held me close. I could 
feel his hands exploring my whole body. He was handling 
me just the way he handled the boat. I hadn't planned 
any of this but it was what I had hoped for. I usually 
took the lead in most sexual encounters. My unalloyed 
desire for Jake was a novel feeling for me. The men, and 
sometimes the women, in my life had lusted over me. My 
clients were generally turned on by my sexuality but now 
my libido was in thrall to Jake's charisma. I had been 
hoist on my own petard. Jake was clearly the master 
tonight. I would have done anything to get him into my 
bed. Even be his sex slave if he wanted it.

He kissed me and then his mouth moved and found my 
breast. I could feel my nipple stiffen until it was so 
hard it almost hurt. He gently sucked and chewed the 
nipple and areola. I  squirmed in pleasure. I wanted, no 
needed, him in me.

I hadn't planned any of this. Certainly not the storm. I 
just thought that I would invite him into my apartment 
for a drink when we returned to Boston and let nature 
take its course. Now all I wanted was to have Jake fuck 
me. 

"Oh Jake, "do" me, "do" me," I muttered quietly

I felt his hands on my legs. I wrapped my thighs around 
his waist, my calves pummeling his buttocks. He ran his 
hands from my ankles, over my full calves and up my 
muscular thighs. His strong fingers gripped the 
sensitive flesh on the bottom of my thighs. Fucking 
could wait. I truly enjoyed having my legs caressed. 
Most of my clients were tit men but I knew I could have 
an orgasm just by leg massage alone. Jake had somehow 
discovered my secret and was rapidly bringing me off 
with touches and caresses on my calves and thighs. I put 
my hands down, found Jake's now rigid cock, and guided 
it into my juicy cunt. There was no hesitation. I just 
shoved it in. 

"Yes," I cried. "Rub my legs and I'll cum for you. My 
God. You're doing it. You are getting me so excited. I 
think I'm going to cum. Fuck me but keep rubbing my 
legs. That's it. Stroke me, fuck me. I can't stand it."

I grasped one of my tits and shoved it further into 
Jake's mouth. "Bite my nipple!" I cried. "Harder, 
harder!" Jake chewed down as hard as he dared, short of 
actually biting my nipple off. In the midst of my sexual 
frenzy I might not have minded although I would surely 
regret it later.

I lost control of my legs and could feel them start to 
shake and quiver. My hips moved automatically, rising to 
meet each of Jake's thrusts. I couldn't be sure if my 
body was shaking the boat or the boat was shaking my 
body. I was moving so much that I put both hands around 
Jake's ass to hold him in place. Legs, breasts, cunt. 
All I knew is that I had turned into one large erogenous 
zone. A touch anywhere would drive me wild. I could feel 
electric pulses run from my tits to my toes. My whole 
body had become a quivering mass of erotic flesh.

"Bite me," I cried. "Suck me, fuck me, don't stop with 
your hands. I'm getting there. I'm going to have a 
really big orgasm. Jake, you are making me cum. I can't 
stop it, I'm going to cum now. I'm really cumming. It's 
the big one. I'M CUMMING! OH, MY GOD! YES! YES! I'M 
CUMMING NOW! I'M CUMMING!" 

My eyes rolled back in my head. My body stiffened. Every 
muscle tensed. I let out an animal scream as my 
diaphragm contracted and my body shook to the ultimate 
climax. I felt as if my vagina had expanded and sucked 
me entirely inside it. I had become all cunt. A 
throbbing, cumming cunt.

I could feel Jake explode in me. It was wonderful. I had 
been thoroughly used, fucked to the eyeballs, and I 
loved it. My earthquake orgasm seemed to continue in a 
number of aftershocks. Without question it had been the 
best single sexual experience in my life. I would have 
to find some way to get the relationship with Jake to 
continue. That might be hard, given my profession. But 
tonight was tonight. I would make the most of it. 

We lay quietly for a while after the simultaneous orgasm 
but I soon felt Jake's penis start to stiffen. I 
massaged it, then shifted position and sucked it until 
it became hard. Taking the initiative I shifted position 
again and guided the now rigid cock into my pussy. Jake 
needed no invitation. He started driving in and out, 
remembering to grasp my thighs with his strong hands.

I simply couldn't resist sex talking. "I love what you 
are doing to my legs. Hold them, rub them. I want you 
between my thighs. Squeeze my calves too. Use my body 
hard. My tits are so lonely. I want you to suck them and 
bite them but don't take your hands away from my legs. 
Fuck me, Jake, fuck me. My cunt needs you. I want you to 
make me cum again. I'm just a huge cunt. I'm your cunt. 
FUCK ME! FUCK YOUR CUNT!" As if by magic, and a little 
of my help, a turgid nipple found its way into his 
mouth. "Now bite me!" I almost shouted. "Bite me hard!"

We made love for what seemed like hours. The first major 
climax had taken the edge off our urgency and now we 
were in it for the duration. It was a sexual marathon. 
First I climaxed, then Jake, then me again. Jake could 
feel my calves pressing against his back, pulling him in 
with each stroke. That seemed to give his fucking an 
extra stimulus and he drove harder into my cunt. I could 
feel the head of his prick battering my cervix. I 
clutched him even tighter. 

I had never been penetrated so fully. I came. And then 
came again. Jake had very little sperm left in his balls 
but his penis jerked to one dry climax after another. 
Finally both of us got in synchronization again. Hips 
and hands moved together. Jake's cock drove in as my 
hips rose to meet it. I squeezed my legs around Jake's 
torso as his hands gripped my thighs. My calves beat a 
tattoo on his back. He bit so hard on my tit that I was 
sure he would leave tooth marks all around the areola. 
The pain and pleasure reinforced each other. I had never 
felt my breast so well used. 

"Jake, you're making me cum again. Oh my God! I'm going 
to have another orgasm. Right now. YES! YES! I'M HAVING 
AN ORGASM NOW! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMMMING!" 

Jake's tit stuffed mouth couldn't say anything. 

Then we relaxed, winding down from our efforts. Jake's 
prick was still in my cunt. We both had a series of 
little shadow climaxes after our earth moving fuck, not 
terribly intense but still very pleasurable. I was a 
little embarrassed that I had shouted my pleasure so 
loudly but realized that on the boat no neighbors could 
possibly hear me. I tried to apologize to Jake or being 
so demonstrative.

"Thank you, Jake. I like to talk about the way I feel. 
You made me cum so good. I've never had climaxes like 
that before. I apologize for being so much of a screamer 
but if you keep doing me like that, I'll shout the roof 
off." 

Jake simply kissed me and said that he was glad that I 
could talk so freely about sex. Most women, he felt, had 
too many hang ups about enjoying their bodies.

Jake and I wrapped our arms around each other and fell 
asleep almost immediately. We were both exhausted. Just 
before I fell asleep I realized that I had not come so 
many times in such a short period since my gang rape 
many years ago. But this was infinitely more 
pleasurable. 

Overnight the wind strengthened and then diminished. By 
6 a.m. the sea was almost quiet, a few waves but nothing 
like the previous night. Light streamed through the 
portholes to illuminate the boat's interior. Jake 
checked the boat's position and found that the anchor 
had held well. We had not moved. As he turned back to 
the bed he saw me lying on my back. I was in that barely 
conscious state between sleep and arousal. I had thrown 
the covers off and lay spread eagled, my legs apart in a 
V. Jake couldn't resist the invitation. 

Jake lowered himself on the bed and followed the V up to 
my pussy. His tongue touched the sensitive surface and 
he started licking. He could taste the fusion of our two 
flavors. He started licking more enthusiastically. Then 
his world was blotted out. I clutched Jakes head with my 
hands and forced his tongue further into my cunt.
 
"Yes!" I cried. "Eat me! Eat me for breakfast." 

Jake put his hands around my ass and pulled my pussy 
tightly into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around my 
clitoris, sucked it and chewed it lightly as I squirmed 
beneath him. I couldn't help but talk.

"I'm better than ham and eggs. Better than your morning 
coffee and a Danish. I'm as good as... Oh Jake! What are 
you doing to me? I'm getting so hot. You are making me 
cum and I haven't even washed my face. I'm not like this 
at all. You must think I'm a slut. I want you to pull my 
tits while you eat me. I'm not... a... slut. Oh yes! 
Squeeze my boobies, Eat me. Pull my titties harder. Eat 
me, eat me! Yes, yes!!" 

"Jake" I gasped. "I'm cumming again. CUUUMMMINNNG!!" 

Jake felt me shudder as I came.

Then I pushed Jake over onto his back. "It's my turn 
now," I said maneuvering myself into the 69 position. I 
lowered my mouth to the head of his stiff prick and 
started sucking, gently scraping the surface with my 
teeth. As I sucked, I stroked the shaft, two strokes, 
then a soft bite. Jake's prick got stiffer and stiffer 
and I could taste the pre-cum oozing out of the tip. 

I enjoyed the taste and tried to milk his cock like a 
cow's teat. But of course it didn't work quite the way I 
planned. My cunt was just over Jake's mouth and I felt 
his tongue slither into my vagina. He hadn't had quite 
enough breakfast. I was being eaten again. 

Jake's cock jerked then shot a tablespoon of semen 
directly into my mouth. I loved both the taste and the 
fact that I had captured Jake's essence. I swallowed it 
with relish, then I squeezed Jake's prick to see if I 
could force out another few drops.

Finally we kissed, looked at each other and said "Good 
Morning."

Jake fixed us a reasonable breakfast, especially 
considering that we had not provisioned the galley 
beforehand. Fortunately both of us liked black coffee. 
We dressed and attended to our morning ablutions. Jake 
consulted his charts and listened to the weather radio. 
He turned to me and announced that if would be at least 
three more hours before we could return to Marblehead. 

Both the wind and tides were against us. But he felt 
that we could amuse themselves for that amount of time. 
How about a nice game of chess? Or perhaps we could read 
one of the magazines on board. Just then a big wave hit 
the boat and I spilled my cup of coffee on my white 
slacks. I quickly took them off and rinsed them in fresh 
water to get rid of the stain but they were sopping wet.

"Don't worry," said Jake. "I have a pair of shorts that 
you can wear until we get you home." Jake rummaged in a 
drawer and produced a pair of woman's tennis shorts that 
fit almost perfectly. I didn't ask the obvious question.

I went to the boat's head to freshen up and change my 
pants. Also to gain a little composure. I had never 
experienced so many massive climaxes in such short a 
time, not even with Sarah. Sarah and I had used each 
other in a moment of need. We drowned in each other's 
bodies. I was simultaneously her sex toy, her baby, her 
breast pump and her lover. I was thankful for the 
experience. It is one I will never forget. But I am 
basically not a lesbian. I need men for normal 
fulfillment.

My evening with Jake was something else again. In 
addition to the more than satisfactory sex there was 
another element that I could not quite define. Who am I 
kidding? The sex was more than satisfactory. It was the 
absolute best. I may never experience the like again. 
I'm sure our relationship will end when Jake finds out 
that I'm just an oversexed escort that was paid to take 
his mind off his divorce. A cunt for hire

I shed my dampened panties and tank top and rinsed them 
in the sink. I knew that my clothes would dry before we 
returned to Marblehead. Then I brushed my hair, washed 
my face, and mopped up a few lingering drips from my 
vagina. I even applied a dab of perfume between my 
breasts. 

I glanced at my reflection in the mirror and stuck out 
my tongue at the image. Ever the exhibitionist I could 
have left the head completely nude. After the events of 
yesterday and today I felt that Jake wouldn't be too 
shocked by seeing me stark naked. But bowing to 
discretion I found a large beach towel and wrapped it 
around myself like a sarong. When I stepped out Jake was 
calmly turning pages in a boating magazine and acting as 
if nothing had happened. Cool.

He was leaning back on the sofa, legs extended in front 
of him. I took advantage of the situation. If everything 
is going to end when we reach port I might as well enjoy 
Jake's body to the fullest. I will never get another 
chance. 

My hands went to his shorts and I pulled them off with a 
single violent motion. I pushed him backward until he 
was sitting on the edge of the sofa. One of my hands 
grabbed Jake's balls, the other his hardening penis. My 
lips closed around the end of his cock and I started 
sucking. My hand gripped his stiffening penis firmly and 
I started stroking rapidly. I was a master at giving 
blow jobs and this was one of my best.

Jake looked astounded.

"What are you doing?" he managed to ask. 

I pushed him back onto the sofa before he spurted. 
Without pausing I sat astride him, one leg on either 
side of his waist. My large tits hung over his head, 
swaying obscenely with each motion of my body. He 
couldn't keep his eyes off them. 

"I have nice boobies, don't I? I want you to use them. 
Grab them, suck them. I have no milk to give you but if 
I did I would want you to drain me dry. Hold my titties. 
I need to feel your hands on them."

I grabbed my left breast with both hands and squeezed. 
The areola and nipple bulged."Suck me," I cried as I 
bent forward and jammed the engorged tit into Jake's 
open mouth.

"Suck it harder, harder. Bite my nipple. Chew my tit."

Without removing my nipple from his mouth, I reached 
down and encircled Jake's cock with my hand. I shifted 
my hips and shoved Jake's hard prick into my moist 
waiting vagina. I raised and lowered my hips and started 
slowly fucking Jake. I increased my hip motion literally 
pounding my body into his. His penis was captured in my 
cunt as I controlled the fuck. Jake was being raped - 
and he liked it.

"You are filling me so full," I cried. "I love it."

"Fuck me, Fuck me," I grunted every time I slammed my 
hips into his.
 
I shoved my nipple deeper into his gaping mouth. "Suck 
me harder - harder," I gasped. I managed to free one 
hand to clutch my unoccupied right tit. I squeezed the 
stiff nipple with my fingers then pushed the end into my 
own mouth, sucking and biting my own nipple to match 
Jake's chewing of my other breast. I bit down hard. The 
pain added to my passion. There was a salty, metallic 
taste of blood from the mutilated nipple and I 
reluctantly released the breast before I did myself any 
real damage.

Jake could hardly believe what had happened. Just a few 
minutes after breakfast Samantha was fucking him like he 
had never been fucked before.

The movement of my hips became faster and faster. Jake 
could feel his penis throb and he knew his second climax 
of the morning was not far away. My movements became so 
intense that my nipple was ripped from his mouth.  Jake 
looked down and between my wildly swinging breasts and 
could see my pussy plunging on his cock. I had totally 
abandoned myself to the act of fucking. If it was to be 
the last time, it would be a good one.

Finally, after minutes of fierce, ball busting action, I 
could sense that Jake was nearing the point of eruption. 
He was just about to cum when I gave one last plunge and 
collapsed on him. Jake exploded into my cunt while I 
clutched him with my arms and legs. Both of us shuddered 
in the ecstasy of of our unplanned orgasms.

We lay on the sofa engulfed in each other's bodies for 
what seemed an hour. Finally I sat up and examined 
myself abused right breast. It showed bruise marks from 
my abandoned chewing and tooth indentations around the 
end. My nipple sported a tiny drop of blood. I would 
have to be a bit more careful in the future but then I 
didn't expect to engage in lovemaking like that every 
day. But if that's what it took to keep Jake I would 
chew my nipples until they both fell off.

I brushed my hair out of my face, turned to Jake and 
said, "Well, now that we have gotten that out of the 
way, we can discuss our relationship a little more 
rationally."

"The last two days have been a revelation. Not only do I 
think you are a wonderful guy but you made love to me in 
a way that I never thought was possible. I think I love 
you." 

It finally occurred to me that I knew the missing 
element in our relationship. I was in love. It's the 
first time it ever happened to me. All the romance 
novels that I had read talked about falling in love then 
having sex. But with me it was the other way around. Sex 
was no novelty. It was, after all, my profession. But 
falling in love was totally unexpected. Jake kissed me 
but I went on. I couldn't live a lie. I had to confess 
everything.

"You don't know anything about me. After I tell you what 
I am you may never want to see me again. I'm not really 
a legal professional. Mitchell Business Systems runs an 
escort service and I'm one of the employees. I service 
the clients that Mr. Mitchell asks me to. In case you're 
wondering, "service" means going out with them and 
letting them fuck me if they want. A lot of them do. 
There is no real fun in it for me. Most men don't have 
the slightest idea of how to use my body. 

"They just want the reassurance of being in the arms of 
a young woman. Some just want me to role play, to 
pretend being their mother or their daughter. I fake 
most of my climaxes but I make it look real. I am being 
paid to make them think that they are God's gift to 
women. I'm ashamed to say that I cum some of the time. I 
just can't help it. When my tits are sucked and my clit 
is rubbed it's hard for me to stay dispassionate. It 
isn't the man. I would have cum as easily with a carrot 
in my cunt. There is no way of saying it nicely. I'm 
just a high class whore." 

"I don't pretend to be a genius. Sex is the only thing 
I'm good at. I lost my virginity at fifteen when I was 
gang raped. I got drunk at a party and all the boys used 
me. I don't recall all the details but apparently I 
enjoyed being fucked. One of the people there told me 
that I kept saying, "Make me cum," as the boys screwed 
me. After that I took to sex like a duck to water. When 
I get sexually aroused, my body seems to take over and 
won't release me until I have a climax. It's like I have 
an orgasm autopilot."

"In my teens I was very promiscuous. I gave myself to 
everybody. It was my way of getting along with people. 
At least a hundred men and a more than a dozen women 
have had me. And when I didn't have anything else to do, 
I "did" myself. I thought of myself as just a pair of 
tits and a cunt. My life was measured in orgasms. I 
hated myself for what I was doing but I seemed to have 
no choice. When Mr. Mitchell made me the offer to work 
as an escort, I jumped at the chance. I had no other 
skills. It seemed just a natural thing to do."

Jake looked shocked. I continued my confession. "I went 
out with you pretending to be just an ordinary girl 
because Mr. Mitchell asked me to."
 
"I never imagined that it would work out the way it did. 
Whatever happens, Jake, the last two days have been the 
happiest in my life. You respected me and treated me 
like a real person. The sex has been the best I've ever 
had, by far the best. Whenever anyone made love to me, 
and even when I did it to myself, I always wondered if 
there was anything more. I had an empty feeling that 
didn't go away. 

"That's probably why I let so many people use me, in the 
hope that one might finally give me a feeling of 
completion. But you, you were the greatest. When we had 
sex, my cunt was full. More than full. There was no 
empty feeling either in my cunt or my soul. Now I know 
what if feels like to be really loved. No, I don't mean 
picket fence, rose garden, flowers on Friday loved. I 
mean cunt filling, tit chewing, leg gripping, tongue 
swallowing, orgasm after orgasm loved."

"So that's about it. That's my confession. My body will 
always be yours but I won't blame you if you never want 
to see me again."

Jake looked at me, then stood up and poured himself 
another cup of coffee. He slowly sipped the coffee 
without saying anything. I fidgeted on the sofa. I was 
moved by my confession and my eyes were filled with 
tears.  "Please say something," I said. "Tell me that 
you don't hate me."

"OK," said Jake slowly, I'll tell you what I think. But 
first I want you to do something for me. Take off that 
towel. I want you entirely nude." 

I rose from the sofa and slowly undid my sarong. I was 
totally naked. There were finger bruises on my tits and 
body. Everything was revealed. This was a peculiar 
request but it was a peculiar situation. When I finished 
disrobing I sat back down. I must have had a questioning 
look on my face.

"Now," said Jake, "put your hands around one of your 
breasts. The left one will do. Bend it up to your mouth 
and start licking your nipple. OK, got it good? Now 
start nibbling and chewing the tip. I want to see you 
enjoying yourself."

I did as I was told. I had nursed on my own tittie many 
times before but never in such a strange situation.

Jake waited until he could see that I was actually 
sucking my nipple. He saw my cheeks hollow and fill. 
Little ripples coursed over my soft breasts as I tried 
to suck imaginary milk from my Samantha. I always liked 
mouthing my breasts but I usually did it in private. I 
was a bit uneasy doing it under Jake's scrutiny. But the 
pleasures of tit sucking were getting to me. 

"Keep your tit in your mouth. Hold it with your left 
hand. Now put the fingers of your right hand in your 
cunt. Your vagina is still nice and wet so it should be 
easy. Start moving your fingers back and forth. Rub your 
clit. Keep chewing your tit. Move your fingers faster."

I complied. Then I let my nipple slip from my mouth and 
plaintively asked, "Why are you making me do this?"

"Because I want to see you make yourself cum. I want to 
see you masturbate just for me. I'll just stand back and 
watch. Now put that tit back in your mouth and give 
yourself a good climax. I want to see you have a real 
orgasm."

I was confused at this command to pleasure myself but I 
did as I was told. "Why, why?" I wondered. My body 
wouldn't be denied. I gave in to masturbating myself. If 
Jake wanted to see me give myself an orgasm, I would 
make myself cum. I put my head back on one arm of the 
sofa and raised my legs on the other. The fingers of my 
hand worked in my vagina. My thumb stroked my clitoris. 

I started to squirm with my erotic manipulations. I 
didn't want to make myself cum like this, not in front 
of Jake. I must be  no better than all those bimbos who 
masturbate in front of a camera on porn TV. Perhaps I 
was just a slut after all, But my body gave me no 
choice. My legs began to get tense. My hips rose and 
fell. I was rising to a full blown climax. I could feel 
twinges radiating from my pussy as I touched myself. I 
was giving myself a climax, unwanted perhaps, but my 
body was in command.

I glanced at Jake. He was looking straight at me, 
watching me suck my tit and finger fuck myself.  He saw 
my almost childlike face nursing at my very womanly 
breast, cheeks hollowing and swelling as I sucked. He 
saw me plunge my fingers into my cunt. My eyes stared at 
Jake as I masturbated, then wandered and became 
unfocused as the erotic sensations coursed through my 
body. I was going to cum soon. I knew it.

Jake watched for a while before implementing the rest of 
his plan. 

"Now stop!" said Jake. "Take that breast out of your 
mouth. Take those fingers out of your vagina. Right 
now!"

"But I'm so close," I pleaded. "Let me cum."

"No," said Jake. "I want you to realize that you control 
your body. It doesn't make you do anything. You, 
Samantha, decide if you are going to have an orgasm. Not 
your tits or your cunt. You own your breasts and vagina 
and its up to you to decide what you are going to do 
with them. So even if you are close to a climax, I want 
you to stop "doing" yourself now. I want you to exercise 
control of your body now and in the future. It will be 
tough but that's the only way we can have a 
relationship. Do you understand?"

It was a shock but I nodded my assent. I finally 
realized that Jake wanted me for myself, not for my 
body. He wasn't a high school boy or one of my clients. 
It wasn't just my tits and ass. A man in Jake's position 
could have almost any girl, any set of tits and ass, he 
wanted. If all he wanted was just to fuck me, he could 
rent me from the escort service for the evening. Anyone 
could. 

I couldn't wait any longer for Jake's decision. Even if 
he never wanted to see me after today, I knew that I 
loved him. I sat up on the sofa, pulled the towel back 
over me, and looked questioningly at Jake.

"I promised to tell you what I think," said Jake. 
"First, very little you said came as a surprise. I know 
that Mitchell Business Systems runs an escort service. 
In fact, my father is a major financial backer of the 
business. I've gone over the books many times. I know 
that you are an escort, and one of the best, I might 
add. I asked Stanley Mitchell to set me up with a nice 
girl to take my mind off the divorce. He picked you as 
the best one he knew. It was supposed to be just for a 
roll in the hay. I didn't expect that it would change my 
life." 

Jake went on, "I even know about your past history. The 
escort branch of the business runs a full credit check 
and personal investigation on all employees because of 
the sensitive nature of their relationship with clients. 
The evening after our first date I pulled your file and 
read all about you. I probably could tell you the name 
of every man or woman who slept with you since your high 
school gang rape. 

"But I won't. I don't care. As far as I'm concerned our 
life, our real life, started yesterday. I've bummed 
around the world for years, had dozens of affairs, and 
you are the first real woman with whom I want to be 
with. I like you as a person. It isn't just your body. 
Whether you realize or not, you have a great soul."

"But why did you have me take off my clothes and 
masturbate in front of you before you told me this?"

"Three reasons. First, I wanted to see if you would do 
whatever I asked, no matter how absurd or demeaning and, 
second, I wanted to show you that you personally control 
your sexuality. Finally I'm perverted enough to like to 
see you cum. You look so beautiful when you have an 
orgasm. I might even ask to see you do it again."

"But what about us?" I asked. "Do we have a future?"

"Of course we have a future. I think I love you too. But 
it's too soon to think about getting married, We barely 
know each other, I mean other than biblically. We should 
live together a while and work on our relationship 
first."

"But there are a couple of conditions. You have to quit 
your job as an escort. I have more than enough money for 
both of us. I don't want you to fuck anyone but me. I'll 
give you a climax any time or any way you want, hand, 
mouth, or prick but it's got to be me doing it. I can't 
promise you an earth shaking orgasm each time but I'm 
sure that we will both be completely satisfied. 

"If I'm not around, you can touch yourself. But no one 
else touches you. Finally, if we are lucky enough to get 
you pregnant and you breast feed the baby, you have to 
share your milk with me, after the baby gets its fill. 
What do you think of my conditions?"

"Oh, yes! Agreed, agreed, and agreed. I'll quit the 
escort service in a minute, yesterday won't be soon 
enough. And my whole body belongs to you. As far as I'm 
concerned, I'm a virgin. My sex life started when I met 
you. If you make love to me the way you did last night 
and today, my body will always be yours. 

"I will always be yours. As far as milk goes, I always 
wanted to nurse my lover. If you suck my titties as 
nicely as you do you deserve to get something out of 
them. I would love to be your own private cow. I might 
even nurse a little from my nipple myself. Now can I put 
my clothes back on?" 

"OK," said Jake. "Now that all the serious stuff is 
settled, we should think about getting back to 
Marblehead. We still have about another hour to wait."

I started to rise, twitched my shoulders, and watched my 
big breasts swing back and forth. Then I turned to Jake.

"You know," I said, I'm still a little frustrated from 
almost cumming. If we have another hour to wait, maybe 
you would like to finish the job. You can explore my 
virginal body. You can do a personal survey of all my 
secret parts. I'm so excited and relieved that I don't 
have to keep living a lie. I want honest, real, loving 
so badly. I don't want to pretend any more. Just make 
love to me."

I reached out to hold him close and felt the bump of his 
raging erection. I was being driven by an overpowering 
urge. I had never felt this way about a man. With a 
single motion my hand clutched his hard penis. I had a 
flash back to my high school gang rape only this time I 
desperately wanted Jake's cock in me. His strong hands 
caressed my legs, ran up my thighs. Jake reached down 
and found that my hand was reflexively working in my 
cunt, continuing my interrupted masturbation. Jake's 
fingers joined mine. It was a most cooperative 
masturbation. Jake had not yet cum by the time I 
climaxed.

He pushed her back on the sofa, and in an instant had 
his hard cock in my cunt. "Fuck me, suck me, fuck me, 
suck me..." I crooned, as I writhed under him. My hands 
caressed his body. My hips lifted and fell, to meet 
Jake's penis driving into my vagina, rubbing my turgid 
clitoris with each stroke. I clutched him tightly with 
both arms. I felt a wave of sexual excitement that I had 
never experienced before. It was almost as if the last 
few days were a simple rehearsal of what was to come. 

My body quivered and tensed, relaxed, and then tensed 
again. Parts of my body became alive, my breasts, 
vagina, clitoris all wanted their due. Stroke me, kiss 
me, love me, bite me, suck me, fuck me they all cried in 
unison. I was transformed into a totally sexual being, 
loving and deeply in love. My entire life seemed to be 
preparation for this instant.

I started to shake toward a massive orgasm and I felt my 
thighs go rigid. My beautiful calves clutched Jake's 
back. It wouldn't be long now. Just as I was about to 
abandon myself to a mind blowing orgasm, Jake said 
urgently: "Look at me."

I opened my eyes. Looking into Jake's eyes while we 
fucked was shockingly intimate, a kind of ultimate 
nakedness. Nothing could be hidden. "Don't close your 
eyes," said Jake. 

"I'm almost there!" I gasped, "...now fuck me hard. Yes! 
Yes! I'M CUMMING NOW! YES!" Just at the final YES, Jake 
felt his ejaculation explode into my cunt. 

I forced myself to hold his gaze while my hips jerked 
and I gasped with the exquisite spasms of pleasure that 
shook my body. Our eyes remained locked while we both 
shuddered in release. The climax was less physical but 
even more erotically intense than the first time we had 
made love. I never believed it possible, but it was. I 
was suddenly, hopelessly in love.

When it was all over I grabbed him and held him, panting 
and shaking with emotion, feeling that I never wanted to 
let go. I kissed him and softly said, "I love you."

Then we pulled up the anchor and started for Marblehead 
and the rest of our lives together. 

END

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