I took a further two days off work and spent a lot of time playing and thinking about what I wanted to do next. It was one thing fantasising about these things, but the reality is something else and I so loved it. I felt that I could go further, but was I mad!! I had been degraded and used in the car park, allowed myself to be practically raped and I felt I could go further. How could I? Where would this lead?
I have always believed men were led by their pricks, now it was dawning on me that women could just as easily be led by their clits. Maybe not women in general, I was talking about me. I had never come across a woman with the desires my mind and body were expressing. It's like I had tasted the forbidden fruit and just wanted more and more. It was not the sex, oh no, not the sex at all, yes I loved the cocks the filling all of my holes. But it was the submission, the humiliation and the degradation and I knew that I could take a whole lot more of this.
On the second day, I arranged for some pampering at my beauty salon, I had my usual masseur, Julie a lady of about 45 years old, slim and well groomed, as you would have imagined in this business. As I got there I remembered my bruising, there was not a lot I could do. I allayed her fears that I had not been beaten and that my celebration of my divorce had turned out more energetic than I had intended. As I lay on the table her gentle ministrations to my aching body worked a treat and I soon was in a deep trance.
So deep that I started to dream of being kissed, stroked, pulled, pinched ..... my mind suddenly kicked in and woke me, I was on the table being massaged, and oh was my body reacting .... My nipples were erect and tingling, my pussy swollen and dripping. Julie smiled at me.
"Don't worry, your not the first to have been turned on by a massage and you won't be the last, although you're the first girl who has been after having been a client for so long. Let me help you"
She slipped her finger onto my clit and slowly manipulated it.
"I only do this for my best clients"
She bent over and ran her tongue, where her finger had been. I just grabbed her head and thrust my pubis into her face. It took seconds for me to cum. She put her hand over my mouth as she licked and sucked. I could only growl through her hands and buck my hips involuntarily.
As I completed, she continued the massage, turning me on my front.
"So tell me, why so horny"
I gave a censored version of the last few days, which she just listened to. When I mentioned that I was getting a piercing, she assumed my nipple.
"No down there!"
I pointed.
"I look forward to seeing that."
She said, as her hand returned to my pussy and started massaging again, I lay back shut my eyes and enjoyed, although one of my hands slipped under her tunic, slipped inside her thong and began to administer my own touch to Julies, untrimmed, pussy. As both of us rubbed against the fingers of the other, our hips took over and soon we jointly came with deep guttural moans. This was not the screaming orgasm of earlier, but equally satisfying. Julie presented my lips with her fingers and I greedily licked them clean, like the cake mix from the stirring spoon. Whether she expected the favour to be returned or not I don't know, but I was not going to miss the opportunity of tasting her and licked my own fingers, tasting her juices, which were slightly saltier than mine, but tasty never the less.
A suddenly there was a knock on the door, Julies next appointment had arrived. She kissed me gently on the lips, said goodbye and left me in the room to slowly get ready to go, pulling on my clothing.
I was determined now to further my experiences, my pussy had taken over my mind, I could think of little else than sex, spending hours on these days off, on the internet. The first thing to do was get my pussy pierced, so I could go back to the Gumshoe. I phoned the number of the piercer that Cathy had given me, to my surprise, he sounded old – 50 plus – and he invited me to his home, in Kensington, as he only practised for sluts of the Gumshoe, supplied by Cathy was how he put it. I was told to wear no underwear, a short skirt, flat shoes and pop socks, I am sure you can justify most of that, but pop socks!!! Still I had some white ones and a pair of black flat shoes. Oh and I had to bring the ring for my clit and was told where to buy it from. He could not see me for a week, by which time I would be back to work. His name was Mr Quin (I thought he said Quim but was soon corrected).
The shop selling the rings was in Soho and I felt no embarrassment making the purchase. I talked to the guy selling them about which one would be best and, when he realised who was doing the piercing, he selected a thick solid silver ring, with fine detailed carvings of breasts and penises, with a small dangling chain and a diamond on its end. I gulped at the price £1,250.
"Cathy and Mr Quin expect only the best and for that to be where it is going you don't want any old tat."
I could afford it and thought why not, it will be my secret, between me and my lovers ... well not lovers ... fuckers. I was a little concerned about the chain, but it was detachable.
Now I was ready to meet Mr Quin at his home. His clothing request had sounded a bit schoolgirl ish, so I went the whole hog and wore a black bra, tight white blouse, short pleated gym skirt, white pop socks, black flat shoes and no panties. Ok I would not have passed in any school I knew, except maybe St Trinians, but a bit of a tart ..... very much so.
So a week after my massage, I arrived outside his home at 15.00, he was on the third floor of an old but expensive Edwardian apartment block. I rang the bell.
"Kelly, I assume." Said a gruff voice.
"Before you enter my home, remove your coat."
I had worn the coat to protect my modesty on the underground, as I was here and facing the doorway there was no problem. I waited for the door to be opened for me, but after a few minutes the intercom turned on again.
"I said no underwear, I see you are wearing a bra."
"I thought you meant panties, I have not got them on."
"You should listen, either remove your bra now, or make a new appointment"
I then had to struggle with my bra, whilst not removing my blouse, it wasn't easy as both were tight, and I had to undo my blouse half way, but soon I was standing there, waiting for the door to open.
