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!"