The Man Who Would Pay

I wiped the mirror clear of steam to see my reflection. I did have a pretty face, there was no doubting that. And the naturally red hair made me seem extra special in a world of mostly fake blondes and brunettes. I was a rarity.

But I was assessing something deeper, trying to work out not why men, and women, wanted to fuck me, but why I was so accommodating. The money was nice and I was turning it into a business, but money wasn't the driver. It was something in my psyche. Some pathological personality traits that made me sociosexually unrestricted. Yeah, I'd been reading up to try and justify my debauchery.

I loved the novelty of new partners. The sense that I was improving my seduction techniques. I got a thrill from breaking society's expectations that I should restrict myself to a committed relationship. Sex had become my obsession. I'd always liked it. Now it was life itself to me.

Almost all trace of the sweet little girl I was expected to be had evaporated. Its only trace lay in my intimacy with Daniel. A perverted twist on the traditional boy-girl relationship. And if it wasn't complicated enough, things now included Sally.

I suppose I had become a kind of nymphomaniac. I didn't have a better word. Oh wait, hyper-sexual. That was the current fashionable term, I think. Sounds better anyway.

In truth, it wasn't just that I was psychoanalysing myself. I was more trying to figure out if Sally displayed the same traits as I did. Would she really embrace being a prostitute through choice? Most did it as a necessity. Good girls didn't generally sell their bodies. Even those with a high sex drive could get it without the perversion and sluttery I couldn't help but crave. Was Sally prepared to be like me?

I guessed I would find out very soon. Tonight was when I would introduce her to a client. She'd take money and let a man she didn't know fuck her to exhaustion. The moment of truth.

I left the bathroom and went to my bedroom to dress. Sally would be here soon. Unless she had panicked and come to her senses, of course.

I also had another matter in my head. Lawrence had made a resurface. This time with an unusual request.

'Can you grow a lady garden? I want to shave it off and eat you out after.'

I'd stared at that message for ages, wondering how long it would take to grow my pubes. And whether I trusted a man near my delicate bits with a razor. Then I'd decided I might have the perfect solution. If all went well in the next few hours, perhaps I'd offer Sally to him. She was already suitably equipped without the need for growing time. But first, I had to know she could do this. And then, whether she was willing to forego her carefully manicured landing strip for what I imagined would be the most amazing cunnilingus ever. If Lawrence was requesting that, it wasn't going to be a five-minute thing.

I'd wait before I responded. To be sure Sally was truly on board with the life I was carving out.

As it happened, Sally was a revelation. I had gone to my first paid client, my real one, not the games of Lawrence, full of trepidation. I'd rang the doorbell with a racing heart and churning stomach. I'd been shaking to the point it probably showed. Sally, however, was calm and relaxed. How this girl had remained a virgin until my brother had popped her cherry only a few months earlier was a mystery.

"Fuck me. You're beautiful."

Sam was awe-struck as he held the door back for us.

"That's what we're here to do."

I was dumbfounded by Sally's confidence as she stepped past him. I smiled and followed, suddenly feeling like the junior in this partnership.

I glanced around. It's funny how you can spot a room that's been rearranged. We weren't going to the bedroom tonight. His furniture had been pushed clear and we were standing in the empty space. It was going to happen right here on the big rug. Much the same set-up Lawrence had.

"Can you undress for me. I want to look."

My attention came back to him realising it was time to deliver what he was paying for. With a big sultry grin, I threw my bag toward a sofa and turned toward Sally.

Without a word, she grasped my intention and we slowly started taking each other's clothes off. I saw his eyes moving from one to the other, trying to absorb each fresh reveal of bare flesh. He followed our hands as we caressed one another while sliding each garment away.

Then we both stood before him naked. Two obedient slaves gently swaying our bodies and delivering brief coy touches of ourselves as he looked on.

"Like what you see?" I asked seductively.

Of course, he fucking did. Who wouldn't?

"More than you can imagine."

I could see he was comparing our tits and I felt a surge of inadequacy.

"Little and large." He said with a smile realising I'd noticed.

"Both have their good points. And you certainly have ... some good points."

I felt better as his eyes stayed on mine. My hands went to my longer nipples instinctively. Perhaps not everyone was obsessed with humongous tits after all.

"Let me."

Sally was pulling my hand away to place her mouth around one of those good points. She was giving him a show before we got down to business.

"Uhh."

Sam was on the other before I knew what was happening. Christ, I so love my nipples sucked. And ever since my experience with the two brothers, one mouth had not been enough. The opportunity to have two was something I would never turn down.

"Huh."

I swooned at having my tits pleasured, and then slowly we swapped around and it was Sally's turn. Christ, I adored her tits. The feel of them was incredible. The weight when I lifted them was an experience I couldn't resist.

Sally purred as we kissed her flesh and teased her nipples. I reached down to squeeze her arse and found Sam's hand already there, his fingers sliding through her crack.

We kept on with our act when Sam stepped away to remove his clothes. We pressed ourselves together and kissed. Our thighs intertwining and hands gliding over one another's backs. Then seeing him naked we knelt to tease his proud cock, worshipping it with our mouths and fingers.

It grew harder and danced. It became a tree blowing in the wind of our breath, bending to the will of our licks and kisses. Sam was in another world muttering his delight.

"Oh fuck. That's fantastic."

I could feel his legs shaking. Sharp snatches of breath betrayed the spasms in his groin. His fingers played at my shoulder as I sucked his balls while Sally rode his crown with an expertise she shouldn't have had.

"Oh, Jesus fuck."

Sam stepped away sharply.

"You're going to make me cum if you keep doing that."

Sally giggled."

"Stay there."

We remained kneeling obediently as he went to a drawer.

"I have something to ... make things more fun."

When he turned round he was holding two lengths of soft bondage rope.

"Let's play a game.

Master and slaves.

Hands out. Wrists together."

He fed the rope through his fingers waiting for us to submit. He tied our hands expertly and stepped away.

"Bend over. Faces on the floor. I want those lovely arses presented."

Sally was giggling again as she did as she was asked. By that point, I was confident she was as freaky nuts as I was. I took up position right next to her.

"Look at those arses. Fucking beautiful."

Sam was behind us, out of sight. Just admiring the two bare bums raised up for his pleasure.

"Huh."

I was the first one to get a slap. Hardly surprising with my arse. It was the more rounded of the two. A nice big target. I smarted and stung

"Do you want more?"

"Yes."

"Yes, Master."

He slapped me again. Harder.

"Uhh.

Yes, Master."

I took to the instruction, becoming the obedient whore he wanted.

"And what about you?"

Sally responded likewise.

"Yes, Master."

Sally's was a much tighter boyish bum, but Sam wasn't any less enamoured with it. He gave it equal treatment. I heard the ringing slap of his bare hand on her flesh as clearly as when it impacted my own.

"Uhh."

Again and again, he smacked us with his open palm. Short sharp slaps that had my cheeks rippling. Obviously, I couldn't see the results but I knew from the tingling heat my arse was glowing.

"Uhh."

"Beautiful." I heard him muttering again and again.

"More, Master." Sally cried out.

She was really into it, and I could see why. I was so fucking horny. I liked the feeling of submission. I liked how the pain tickled my clit. I was so wet. I just wanted to fuck so much.

Next came the fingering. He knelt between our feet and put a hand to each of us, mirroring his actions on both our pussies.

"Uhhh. God. That's so good, Master."

It was. I was soaking his hand with my juices. It dripped on my thighs. I squirmed on his fingers, wiggling my arse, wanting him to touch me deeper.

"Oh, Jesus fuck."

Next to me, Sally was equally taken.

"Please, Master. More."

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

We answered in unison.

"Yes, Master."

Sam was another one I was certain had popped a blue pill. That cock didn't wilt at all. It was constantly rock hard, shafting the both of us again and again. Each in turn before switching to the other, then back again before we came.

It was great being on my knees waving my arse as next to me Sally was fucked relentlessly. I had my head turned to see every expression. Every twitch and gasp. She was dribbling onto the floor. It was so beautiful to see her reduced to nothing more than a source of pleasure. And to see the abandonment of her soul to the promise of eventual orgasm.

I waited my turn diligently, just enjoying the show. The scent and look of sex kept me aroused with what felt like a whole-body itch I couldn't scratch.

"Oh please." She begged only to be denied again.

Then it was my turn once more and I got to be Sally's entertainment.

"Mmm."

It felt amazing as his cock returned to my pussy once more. So big and warm. It eased into me as if it belonged and in an instant, he was fucking me again.

"Uh. Uh. Uh."

I held Sally's gaze as he did me. Our faces were only inches from one another as I was taken to the cliff edge. I almost cried when he refused me at the last moment.

"Not yet, slave."

This time he he came around to stand in front of us again.

"On your knees."

We pushed ourselves up and shuffled obediently to his feet. His meat remained hard, moving with its own life. A beautiful thing with its huge, smooth crown glistening with a mixture of our juices.

"Suck me. Suck that cock like it's your last meal."

Again we pleasured him. Wet hungry mouths gliding back and forth along his shaft to meet over his crown. We licked it and teased its sensitive tip and underside. We drove him mad with our play, taking turns to engulf it.

It felt so warm and wet in my mouth. I always feel so good when I'm sucking a cock. A little powerful. A little humiliated. Always at peace as though it was what I was born to do. Sharing with Sally only heightened the experience. And, I imagine it was doing much the same for Sam as well.

"Oh, Jesus."

He pulled back sharply. Just as he shot his load. Inches from our faces, that cock jolted and throbbed all on its own, then ejaculated.

"Uhh."

His cum covered my face. More of it on Sallys. I stared at his cock hoping it'd stay hard. I needed it. I needed to cum, having that lovely big slab of meat thrusting into me as I did. It was becoming my sole focus.

It was still hard. Still full of promise.

"Fuck me. Please." I begged.

Sam grinned at me.

"Are you desperate?"

"Yes." I whimpered.

"No.

But you have my permission to sort yourselves out."

I turned my face to Sally. I could see the same need reflecting from her eyes. Her lips trembled with the sexual energy she had equally been denied a release from. Oh god. I needed to cum and I no longer cared how. I fell on her, my tied hands pushing her down so that I could swing my leg over her and press my pussy to her face. I was grinding myself onto her welcoming open mouth.

"Uhh. Yes."

As I felt her tongue pressing into my hot flesh, I gripped her leg and pushed it to the side. I went down on her, burning my face into her warmth and wetness. It was heaven.

Sam was intent on coming again. He stood over us pumping his cock as we writhed. I was climbing the walls in hunger. My mind, unable to concentrate on anything but getting my reward. I'm surprised I didn't suffocate poor Sally. Though to be fair, her thighs clamping around my head and the rocking of her hips betrayed that she was no less desperate.

Beneath me, she was so hot. Our sweat lubricated our bodies and we glided against one another, tits and bellies sliding as if on a film of oil.

"Huh. Mmm."

I came so hard it hurt. I spasmed. My arms, my legs, my spine. Even my fucking neck was pulsing with the release of energy.

"Fuuck."

I was so far out of it I didn't even notice Sally hitting the big Oh. I only knew because she had gone limp when I came back to earth.

"Jesus fuck."

Sam must have enjoyed the show. I felt his cum splatter over my back and arse as I lay on Sally gasping for breath, happy that I had finally expelled the tension coiled within me. I rolled away, wanting cooler air on my body. I was glistening with a coating of sweat and body fluids. I imagined my hair was a mess along with my makeup. This was the moment I felt at my dirtiest. And the moment I revelled in its glory.

Sam fell back into a chair with his legs wide apart. I could see the sweat dripping from his forehead. And his cock was finally drooping.

"Fuck. I'm done."

He caught his breath and untied our hands before offering to let us use his shower.

"You were amazing in there."

Sally pulled the visor down and checked what was left of her makeup, trying to tidy it with her finger.

"Everything was amazing in there." She replied with obvious excitement.

"I never knew sex could be so intense.

Fuuck."

She screamed and danced in the seat so hard the car rocked.

"Fuck. Yeah."

I sniggered. I wasn't so animated, but I knew how she felt.

"So you liked it then?"

"Liked? Oh, you are fucking joking? It was incredible.

I'm ready to fly solo. Find me another customer. Quick."

I put my car in gear and pulled out into the passing traffic.

"That won't be a problem. I have so many enquiries and I certainly can't service them all. Daniel can sort out the website and get your pictures added."

I felt excited about the future. I wasn't alone in this any more and that made me feel comfortable. Perhaps vindicated in my choice of career. Of course, I'd had Daniel for support from early on. But that wasn't the same as having another girl involved. I felt less of a freak. And more like I had someone I could talk to about my obsession. Someone who could understand me better even than my brother.

"Just remember. Safety at work. No bareback.

Only with Daniel."

"Sally pushed a thumb up in mocking agreement.

"Yes, boss."

Boss? I wasn't a boss, was I? I didn't want to be a boss. Just an equal. I made a decision.

"In fact, we should talk about agreeing on a partnership. The three of us."

"A partnership?"

"Yeah. If you're joining me in this endeavour, we should make it a proper business. We'll agree the workload and any special do's and don'ts. And Daniel can take over the bookings as he's not going to be the biggest participator."

"What don'ts?"

I glanced over at her. She looked genuinely bemused that there might be things she wouldn't want to do.

"Anal, for instance. I'm a yes. But what about you?"

"Oh. I haven't tried that so I don't know. But probably. I have a butt plug and that's fun."

I laughed at her blasé assumption.

"A cock in your arse is a little different to a butt plug. Best you find out beforehand. Have a word with Daniel. He's a good teacher for that one."

I saw her cheeky grin at me from the corner of my eye as my attention was taken by a right turn.

"How would you like your pubes shaved?" I asked as my mind turned back to Lawrence's request.

So that was it. That was my journey to becoming some kind of modern-day Moll Flanders or Fanny Hill completed. When I'd started, I hadn't intended for any of this. I certainly hadn't meant to sleep with my brother or to introduce his on-off girlfriend to a life of prostitution.

All I'd ever wanted was to be the lucky one in the office who finally got a date with the gorgeous Lawrence. Fair enough, the focus of that had been primarily to ride his cock. And that happened. What I hadn't expected was that he was a man who preferred to pay for his sex and that I was to find I had to become a prostitute to have him fuck me. And in my wildest dreams, I'd never imagined it would lead to me fully living the life of one. Or that it would indirectly open the door to a relationship with my brother.

I was almost twenty-three and I was living a more comfortable life than I could ever have hoped for working in a Sales Office. I was independent. I had a nice home and money in the bank.

Just as important, I also had two dear friends in Daniel and Sally. They were more than friends. They were lovers and business partners. They were people so closely entwined in my sordid life that we could share secret desires in a way most husbands and wives couldn't.

My clients gave me such immense pleasure. They took me to the extreme heights of sexual hedonism. It was Daniel and Sally who retained my link to the emotional side of sex. If I had any concept of conventional relationships and love, it was with them.

We were a lie to the world. A secret we would hold between us no matter where the future led. It would always bind us. I was happy with that. More than happy. The internal struggle between my desires and what society told me was acceptable had finally been quelled.

I accepted the personality traits that made me what I was. Others may be disgusted at it, but I was taking what I needed to enjoy my life, my body and my soul. As were Daniel and Sally. None of us cared what anyone else might think. We had each other and that brought comfort. We were a partnership both in our business and in our home life.

Perhaps our parents would work out that our arrangement was far from normal. Perhaps they'd be disgusted, or choose to remain in denial. And what of Sally's? She had no qualms at all. Indeed, she was embracing this far more easily than I had.

However we had arrived at this, we were happy with our very taboo choices and we were embarking on a life that contented us. That was all that mattered.

None of us could say what the future held. Only that we were heading into it with our eyes open and a hunger to embrace all the joy it brought.

Oh, and in case you're wondering, Sally did go to Lawrence's. And according to her detailed description, he had delivered the most masterful oral experience. I was jealous that she had joined his personal porn library with such an event. I only wished I could sit down with them and watch it. And the ones starring me. Perhaps I'd ask one day. And I would thank him. His insistence on paying for what I had been willing to give for free had been the start of my journey. And I fucking loved being where it had taken me.