Chapter 1 - Invitation

 

"Hello, come in," she said, in seductive undertones, stepping to one side to allow Paul to enter.

"Erm, Hel-lo, I, erm, am, Paul," Paul said nervously, as he entered the house.

Paul looked at the woman facing him. She was about his height, and a little older than he was. He guessed that she would be about thirty. She had a round face with deep blue eyes that seemed to sparkle. Her hair was blonde and hung in waves around her face down to her shoulders, softening her features and making her very appealing. Her make-up was light, just enough to highlight her better features, like the deep red lipstick and the sheen glistening from her lips. She wore deep red nail varnish on her talon-like fingernails.

Paul began to relax a bit as he gazed into her face, unusual for him, as he usually noticed the breasts first.

As his gaze wandered down, he noticed that she had a light dress on, which was low cut, and allowed him a nice view of her full, firm breasts, and her deep cleavage. Her waist was trim and her stomach flat. She wore stiletto heeled shoes, stockings and a suspender belt, the fastenings were just visible to him below the hem of her dress, as he stood at the bottom of the steps up to her front door.

"Your first time?" she asked, with a warm comforting smile as he entered.

"Erm, y-yes," Paul replied, still unsure if he had made the right choice.

At twenty one he had bedded several women of his own age, so he wasn't a virgin, but the sex always seemed to lack something. What, he didn't know? It was as if the sex act was perfunctory. He had decided to try a prostitute, to find out if she had what he felt he was missing from his sexual encounters.

"Relax, I don't bite. Come on, follow me," she said, as he handed over the money.

The woman took his hand and led him up the stairs into a bedroom. Paul stood at the doorway and looked around. It was sumptuous.

A deep piled, red carpet covered the floor, with a four poster bed up against the back wall, and it had a veil of light red curtains surrounding it. To his right, there was a chaise lounge, also with a red velvet cover, and soft comfortable looking cushions resting gracefully against the back.

To his left was the window with again red curtains. They were thick, heavy curtains that blocked out most of the daylight. A small brass chandelier type light hung in the centre of the ceiling. Crystals hung from it and cast multi-coloured lights, like mini rainbows onto the walls.

"The setting is so important, don't you think? To lull you into the mood, and get the juices flowing," the woman said, and opened the curtains around the bed.

Paul's gaze moved to the bed. It was covered in a silk looking spread, in what appeared to be the obligatory red with gold trimmings. It was covered in scatter cushions in gold and reds.

The woman took Paul's hand and led him into the room. She realised that he was nervous, unsure, so she took the lead, taking his hand and pulling him to her and hugged him, kissing his lips gently, and then began to undo his tie.

As she pulled him to her, she told him in a half whisper that he needed to help her, and in a sexily, sensual voice, dropping a hint that he was to start to undress her. Paul felt for the zip to her dress and unzipped it, helping her out of it as his trousers fell to his ankles, and he kicked them off.

Paul looked at her, stood before him now in just her underwear, and his eyes opened wide. Her bra was a peek-a-boo one, with her nipples pointing at him, her panties just covered her clit in a small triangle, and a string ran up her buttocks to a string around her hips.

"Not much to stop you now, is there?" she asked, with a smile.

Paul seemed to be transfixed by the room and the woman, but she was on a time limit and had to progress it along. She stepped up to him and undid her bra, allowing it to fall onto the floor, and then pushed his underpants down, freeing his cock. As she bent down to remove his underpants, she kissed his cock, which reacted.

She stood up again, and took his hand and placed it on her breast, pulled him to her and kissed his lips sweetly.

"We only have an hour. Don't you think it would be a good idea if you pulled my G-String down, a bit?" she cooed into his ear, as she took his cock in her hand and began to massage it.

It was as if a switch had been turned on. Paul yanked her G-String down and knelt between her legs, and began to lick her clit, and probe it. The woman opened her legs up and allowed him to enjoy her clit. Moaning, as if satisfied and being sexual aroused by his attentions to her clit.

Paul put his hands on her buttocks and pushed her groin into his face, pressing his lips hard against her clit, and pushing his tongue deep into her. The woman responded, and began to ride his tongue, now holding his head against her groin with both hands.

The woman let go, and pulled him up, leading him to the bed. She surprised herself; she was actually becoming sexually aroused. Most of the time it was perfunctory, the man fucked her and then left. The act was cold, unemotional, yet satisfying for him. The man she now had nestling in her groin was arousing her sexually, most unusual, but she was enjoying it, as he feverishly probed and delved deep into her vagina with his tongue.

The clock stopped, she didn't have another appointment, and she was enjoying him too much to stop him, or watch the time. He was good, and he was stimulating her emotions. She was becoming more and more aroused.

"Ah, yes, yes, more, more. Cock, give me cock. I need cock, you fucking little, rampant, Casanova," she yelled, wrapping her legs around his head as he continued to probe her with his tongue.

Paul crawled out from between her legs and rested his vibrant cock by her clit lips, and moved it up and down her lips, tormenting her with his cock, as if knocking to enter.

The woman rolled over, putting him beneath her and sat up op his thighs. She looked down on him with a scowl as she sat on his thighs.

"You're a fucking torment," she said as if angry, and knelt up, slipping his hard, throbbing cock into her vagina, in a long slow insertion as she exhaled, feeling it slide deep into her, satisfyingly.

"The door is open. Lie back and enjoy. Make me have an orgasm, and I will see you again, for half price," she said smiling, and lifting herself up.

She began with a long, slow rise, followed by a long, slow descent, a little wriggle ensuring that she had all that was on offer to her. Then a long, slow rise and followed by an equally long and slow descent. Up and down, long and slow, sighing as she slipped him back inside deep, her eyes closed enjoying his hard, throbbing cock, as she felt it slipping in and out.

The woman began to move faster and faster. She was now ramming his cock deep into her vagina, fast and furiously. Their thighs were slapping as she crashed onto his with force and effort. Paul, lay back and enjoyed watching her breasts bounce and ripple, as she crashed into his thighs.

"Fuck me, fuck me, more. More I need oh, yes, yes, yes, hold it you little fucker. Hold it. Don't come yet. More, I need more, yes, yes, yes. Again, again, more, more, oh, my god yes, yes, oh yes," she was yelling as she rammed him into her cunt with force, and energy.

"Shall I come now?" Paul asked, casually.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, yes, yes, fucking well come, you bastard," she yelled at him.

Paul, smiled, and shot his load, as she crashed into his thighs, his come shooting deep into the condom she had put on him, and she collapsed onto him and lay there panting, her breasts pushing into his chest. The feel of the nylon stockings resting against his legs was delightful, as she lay there panting, her breast pushing hard into his chest whenever she took a breath. This was heaven to him.

His cock withered and died, but was still nestling against her clit, just in the outer sanctum, as if trapped in the entrance.

"Phew, I have to ask, with a cock like that why do you need a woman like me? The girls must be queuing up, for it. They should be paying you. Fucking hell man that was great," she said, between pants.

"It's not the girls, it's me. That was better, normally I am on top, missionary, but I am finding it, erm, boring, is that it? I understood that sex was fun, entertaining. I liked it, don't get me wrong. The sex with you was good. Just that every night, it was exactly the same, it was boring," Paul said.

The woman sat up on his thighs, she folded her arms and looked down on him with a worried gaze.

"That was boring? Fucking hell man, what do you want? I'm fucked for the day, after that. That was great. Have you tried other positions, or sexual gratifications?" The woman asked Paul, shocked at his apparent boredom.

"Like what?" Paul asked.

The woman smiled at him, "After a fuck like that, I owe you. Come back tomorrow at two o'clock. No, make it six o'clock in the evening, will you? I don't normally do this sort of thing, but for you, I will. It will cost you another fuck like today's. Satisfy me, and it is free. Do we have a deal?" she asked him, smiling at him.

"Ok, I'll try it," Paul agreed.