2: The Past

 

....And with a couple of expert swipes of the shaped lipstick end she had coated her lips perfectly with the stuff. She pressed her lips together in the mirror and she rolled them in ensuring a complete and even coating, then she pressed a tissue between her lips to dry it off and take off the surplus. Then she applied another coat and repeated the process. By the time she was happy, she had applied four coats of the deep red colour and she could 'feel' it on her lips. She could 'feel' almost, the weight of the lipstick coating her lips. She could taste it, yes she could taste it, but more than that - she could 'feel' her lips. She liked what she was feeling - they practically tingled. She had never put on so much before. Even back home, locked in her room in that huge house, pretending she was some kind of hooker she had only ever applied one coating. That had been enough. Enough to feed those little 'hungers' she had had ever since puberty. Yes that had been a strange fantasy for a teenager to have - a hooker fantasy. It would be strange if she were to discuss it with anyone - but she never did and besides as she got older she would come to realise that there were a lot more stranger fantasies out there than hooker ones. God though, she 'loved' the way her lips felt. As she applied finishing touches to her eyes, she found herself not being able to take her eyes off her lips. They looked spectacular. She was young and at least not yet, had never got her head round what she had been blessed with. Full sensuous lips thickly coated in hooker red. Ha ha she loved it! It seemed the city was inspiring her and she had barely got over the threshold yet. Tomorrow she would begin the hunt and the search for a job proper, but tonight, tonight she was going to get hammered - oh she was more than convinced she was going to get hammered. But in addition she had a feeling there would be more to it than that. There would be more to this night than her going to some bar and getting hammered. Funny how things work out. Funny how instincts kick in and some people get a little 'feeling' that there is something more on the agenda than they want, or maybe expect. Tonight she was heading for the rich pickings of Chelsea - nearest tube station Sloane Square....

 

....The Present

 

"Lexi, I'm sending three men to visit you. These are very important men and you need to please them completely and totally. All three will have anal sex with you and during the course of events you will also use your mouth. They have special requirements in that they want the schoolgirl look - and you will provide them with that look, and demeanour. Just make sure you are well oiled up because one of the men is unusually well endowed. I know you have taken big cock before, but this guy is horrendously endowed. That is the cock you need to take - must take at all expense. I only want to hear good things from them Lexi, do you understand?"

 

The voice that came out of the tiny cell phone speaker was female. A mature smokey voiced female and there was something of an American twang to it. Actually the voice was heavily accented and regional. Only those in the know would place that accent in the Chicago area. The woman on the other end of that voice didn't spare any aires or graces and she hadn't waited for Lexi to even confirm that she was the one answering it. It was as though that phone, that number was for exclusive use. It existed simply as a communication tool between Lexi and whoever that woman was.

 

"Y-yes Goddess, y-yes. Yes I understand."

 

Even Lexi's voice, usually confident and in some respects arrogant had faltered some and there was a hesitancy, and a weepiness about it. There was the slight stutter. But that she addressed this woman as Goddess was kind of bizarre and grated on open nerve endings some. It didn't seem right somehow and yet at the same time it did seem right.

 

"They'll be arriving with you in around two hours Lexi and you will give them as long as they want or need. But what is certain is that I don't want to hear anything other than these three men have received total and complete sexual satisfaction from you. Do you understand that Lexi?"

 

There was a steely, authoritative tone to the voice. The woman was educated, that much could be told. This was no Madame running a prostitute. Lexi was anything but a prostitute and yet first impressions of this exchange said exactly that - that she was a prostitute. The Goddess though, whoever she was, whatever she was controlled this situation and controlled Lexi in a way that was hard to fathom. It could have been a game. It could all have been a kinky game that two consenting adults were playing. A Mistress and her bitch. A controlled bitch and her Goddess Mistress.

 

"Yes Goddess, y-yes yes I understand."......

 

 

......The Present

 

A Short Time Later;

 

At eighteen, Alex couldn't claim to have that many miles on the clock sexually, but when she sucked Jonas III cock she did so with an enthusiasm that would be hard to match by anyone anywhere. For some reason this guy, this tall handsome rich guy had massaged those special neurals in her mind and she was up for it. In the alley behind The Sloane Square Bar, she had squatted on her heels and spread her own denim sheathed legs as she had unwrapped the cock. He had smelled great and that had extended to downstairs, something that made it easy for her to then flop his cock out and masturbate him to at least a partial erection before sliding the cock into her mouth. Jonas III had been at pains to explain that he didn't usually go with hookers and that it was just a fantasy that he had and liked to indulge in. The only thing was that, usually, he would have to pay actual prostitutes and high class call girls in order to indulge - this time, a highly and an unusually common ground had been found in that Alex had had hooker fantasies for as long as she could remember. She had almost orgasmed as he had slid the cash in fifties just inside her top - but then she had almost come again as he had slid that semi hard cock into her mouth. She had never sucked such an old cock - but for the life of her she couldn't say why. She loved the feeling of his rigid harness sliding between her red lips. And then the taste of it as she slid her tongue round his pee hole, and then the slurping of her mouth as she wrapped her tongue around his glans and searched out the most sensitive nerve endings. She liked the way, at first at least, how he stood back and let her work her mouth on his cock. But then she liked, later in the process as he seemed to take control and hold her head steady so that he could fuck her mouth. He had purposely picked a spot under a street light a dingy orange neon glow that highlighted her already extremely highlighted lips and she was more than aware of him leaning back and then watching her lips as they worked his cock. She took all of his cock head into her mouth and made sure she tasted that before she slid it to the back of her throat, making use of the change in texture from shiny smooth bell end to vein ridden, flesh covered cock shaft. She adjusted her lips, stretched them and then constricted her throat around the cock head as, at the same time she scooped out a pair of one of the, if not the heaviest pair of testicles she had ever come across. Jonas III was certainly a prolific producer - that much she could tell. What she liked about Jonas III was that he was shaved down there. He had no pubic hair at all. Alex had gone hairless way early in her teens and actually agreed wholeheartedly with the adage that it was much healthier and cleaner to be hair free down there. He was an older man and yet with his shaved perfectly functioning cock, it was like she was sucking one of her mates off. Inside her head she laughed at that thought but as she enjoyed that thought she worked her mouth around the cock and then bringing the head back up into her mouth she began to work on it proper. This time tasting it and feeling it and savouring it. She teased the tip of her tongue into his pee-hole and then she swiped it around the whole head of glans. She was young and fit and could have made the sucking of that cock last as long as she wanted to - but, well Jonas III couldn't hold onto his load as well as he used to do and Alex was way too good at what she did with her mouth. She loved to suck cock - she had always enjoyed sucking cock. It was one of those things that seemed to get her hormones right up there, right up there high. The feel of cock sliding in and out of her mouth. The fact that most of the time she had to open her mouth wide, and then some to get the cock in there and then the taste of cock. She loved that taste of cock, especially slippery leaking cock. Oh god she loved cock. At one point, after she had discovered the joys or oral sex, she had wondered whether or not it was addictive. Whether or not it was something that she had become addicted to. In a way it was. This cock sucking session though, this sleazy, hooker like fantasy she was indulging in here with this older man was way up there with the best she had ever had. Correction, up to that point she would realise that it was the best. The fact that she was living out a secret, dirty fantasy was one thing but in addition the cock and the way it slid over her lipsticked lips was just mind blowing for her. It was funny, the lipstick, the deep red lipstick seemed to make the sucking of cock that much better. She loved the way it felt, the way the cock flesh slid over her creamy red lips and into the warm wet confines of her mouth and she was more than confident that Jonas III felt the same way. Even as he was shooting his load into her mouth, she was convinced that this was not the last time she would see Jonas III. She had felt the first jets of his cum hit the back of her throat and that had been the signal for her to bring the cock head right back up into her mouth and to seal her thickly creamed lips around the under ridge of his bell end and then she had swirled her tongue around the glans. She had earlier in the sucking sought out the most sensitive glans which she measured by the intensity of his twitches, and then she had worked them for a bit before leaving them for this exact time. She hadn't wanted to spend too much time on those glans right at this time because she had sensed that Jonas III was not going to be a massive stayer, or one that might repeat quickly so she wanted to savour it.........

 

"I have an opening coming up for a position as my PA, executive secretary. I know you wont have the experience, but I suspect you are a quick learner - and there will be a lot to learn. I can promise you good salary, bonuses and world travel... what do you say?".......

 

.....The Past

 

Alex joked again and she made it obvious that she was joking to the older woman by the width of her pink lipsticked smile. And it was just at that moment, that precise moment that their eyes locked. Alex couldn't boast, or admit to being lesbian, or bi-sexual in this way. But she definitely felt 'something' as this woman's eyes pierced right past her own. It was like as though she had dived into those huge pools of eyes and she was being held there, like in suspension. Just at the precise moment it was like the rest of the bar, or even where they were didn't matter. There was a chill down the core of her spine and she felt her legs uncrossing as that chill travelled up then down. She did feel the woman's hand sliding up the sheer expensive nylon that was sheathing her legs, but it was like a background feel. By the time she had snapped out of the eye-lock the woman was rubbing her between the legs. The woman was rubbing the very spot between her legs and it was an instant and very intense pleasure that she was feeling. The fact was that she didn't have any immediate desire, or any will to stop that pleasure. The eye-lock broke but the gaze didn't.

 

"Just relax honey. Just relax."

 

Alex heard the voice, that husky, dusky voice and she understood what it was saying. But what she was saying was morphing into the pleasure she was being given by this woman. Alex moaned from between her lips but it was a wet, obscene moan and it and it did dribble out. Little bubbles of saliva collecting at the corners of her mouth. Her tongue darting there to collect and re-consume it as the woman, keeping her hand up her skirt worked her fingers expertly and completely. For some reason, the colour draining a little from Alex's face. The pleasure coming through from her wide made up eyes, but also something more than that. The woman's hand working and working. And then working some more.

 

"Its ok baby, take the pleasure, take the hit - I know who you are and I know what you are - take the hit now, and then we'll talk."

 

Alex lips were quivering as the woman intensified the pleasure under her skirt. Some more of her colour drained, but whatever was causing that was dwarfed by the intensity of the pleasure that this woman seemed to be able to give her, effortlessly. The young girl pushed herself back in the seat and seemed to slide up its back as the woman followed her incessantly with her finger tips. What exactly she was doing under the skirt couldn't be seen or even guessed at, but what she was doing was expertly applied and simply unwavering on the wide open sexual nerve endings of Alex. The woman leaned in to Alex and licked the side of her face and then she rimmed her ear lobe with a fleshy wet, red tongue. Her negroid lips brushed the pinkness of Alex's lips and Alex shuddered.

 

"That's right baby, you can cum. Cum for mama baby. Cum for mama."

 

The words she spoke were hissed into Alex's ear in such a way that her mouth opened in a silent scream as all of her sexual nerve endings seemed to erupt. The voice seemed to massage her neurals whilst her fingers massaged her wet, leaking sexuality. She pressed her palms into the seat either side of her and then she pressed deeper into the leather. Her legs opened and they strained against the tightness of the skirt to open even wider. She didn't need to open them wider - she simply pressed back into the leather seat and let the orgasm wash over her. The woman's fingers working and working and simply bringing out the whole lot in one intense hit. The orgasm reaching its peak and then subsiding, Alex puffing her lips out and trying to regain some composure. Her tongue swiping out of her mouth and over her lips as she came down. The flush rising from her chest and up over her face. As she came down a deeper realisation. It was as well she didn't need to find any words because she could not. It was the woman who spoke. She spoke as she caressed the inside of Alex's upper thigh - as she collected and massaged Alex's ejaculate into the sheer and expensive nylon sheathing her legs. Her voice filtering into Alex's ear again.

 

"I don't need to elaborate why you need to do what I say. I think you know. Go to the ladies now, clean yourself up and come back and we'll talk a little bit before we call it a night."

 

Alex's lips were still quivering as she made to slide out of the booth and stand up. Her long, shapely legs felt weak, wobbly. That orgasm had taken it out of her and she remained pale faced as she made for the ladies rest room in a slightly stumbling fashion. When she got into the rest room, Alex sighed out deeply. Like a deep exclaiming sigh and her eyes rolled up in their sockets.

 

"Fuck, FUCK, FUCK!"