Still On The Game Ch 06 Saturday Night

After I had finished my outcall duties on the Friday afternoon, I went straight back to the massage parlour to collect my fee from Stefan, as had been agreed. It was while I was there that he asked me if I could do another shift at Kitten's the very next day, on the Saturday night from 5 p.m. till midnight.

I gave his request some thought but as Liam and I didn't have anything planned for the following evening I eventually agreed. Working the Saturday would give us the Sunday to ourselves. That, in turn, would allow me to do another couple of shifts during the coming week, while it was the half-term break at school, and I would still have some time for my husband.

At home that night we had dinner and then sat cuddled together, with our wine, on the living room couch. My intention was to seduce my husband but that idea quickly evaporated when he pulled me close to him and kissed me passionately, his hand immediately roaming up onto my breast.

Gently pushing me back onto the sofa he eased his hand up inside my top, manoeuvring my small tits out of my bra to tease my nipples into hard points. Then having got me gasping with delight he slid his palm down over my belly, before pushing it up my skirt while he lowered his mouth onto my breasts, suckling greedily on my hard teats.

"Oh fuck... Liam... oh yes... that feels so good." I sighed, enjoying his lips on my engorged buds.

"Damn, baby I'm so hard for you." he groaned lifting his mouth from my tits, "I need to get your skirt and panties off so I can fuck you."

"I think we need to slow down, honey." I whispered softly, looking into his eyes.

"Slow down? Why? I want to re-claim my wife. I thought you said you wanted that to."

"I do," I said coyly, "but I want it to be perfect."

He grinned and kissed me, "It will be."

Then without another word he reached for my skirt, unzipping it and pulling it off, as I lifted my bottom to make it easier. I gazed up at him, biting my bottom lip, while he then hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties, dragging them down my legs and untangling them from around my feet before throwing them aside.

With me now totally naked from the waist down he stood over me, smiling, and took off his own trousers and underwear, letting his rampant cock spring free.

"Oh God, I want you.... now." I declared, staring up at my husband and reaching for him.

Liam grinned as he started to lower himself onto me, "Spread your legs Katie, I'm gonna fuck you so hard."

Obediently I did as he asked and opened my legs wide.

He quickly got between them, his body pressing my thighs further apart, sliding his hard cock all the way up into my wet pussy in one long easy thrust.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhh.... fuck." I sighed contentedly feeling him split me wide open on his rigid pole.

Bottoming out he started fucking me, his strokes slow and shallow, easing in and out so his cockhead could tease my throbbing clitoris every time he withdrew before sliding all the way back into me.

"Oh God, yes, yes" after his fifth or sixth stroke he had me gasping with pleasure, my fingers clutching his shoulders.

"You like that?" he whispered keeping the pace slow and even.

"Yes. Oh yes." I groaned arching my hips up to meet him.

Gradually he began to fuck me faster and deeper, slowly increasing his tempo and driving his length all the way up into my dripping slit, "How about this?"

"Yes! Oh god yes, yes... do me!" squealing I threw my head back and closed my eyes.

Above me he began to grunt in time with his frantic thrusts, his arse rising and falling between my splayed thighs as he pistoned his cock into my cunt.

"Oh shit!" I moaned, writhing urgently beneath him, "Shit... oh shit I'm gonna...."

"Ungh... Unhhh... ahhh... fuck fuck ahhh fuck!" Liam gasped and groaned, urgently hammering away at me and seeking his release as he re-claimed me.

"Yes, yes... oh yes... I'm... I'm cccuummmmmiiinnggggggg!" I shrieked, arching my spine off the sofa, my whole body tensing as I came hard on his cock.

"Unghhhhh.... Aaaahhhhhhh!" as I climaxed my husband slammed his shaft deep up into my soaking vagina one last time and ejaculated into me.

Gasping for breath he spasmed several times, his dick pulsing inside me as he pumped a copious amount of his creamy seed into my belly, while my cunt muscles clamped tightly on his rod.

Totally spent we lay together for several minutes, arms and legs wrapped around each other as we kissed before finally dis-entangling ourselves and heading off to bed.

Worn out I slept in late the next morning and didn't get out of bed until way past ten o'clock.

Liam was already up and had made coffee by the time I managed to struggle down to the kitchen.

"What do you want to do today?" he asked as he handed me a steaming mug.

Taking a sip of the hot liquid I considered my options. As I wasn't starting my shift until 5 o'clock I knew I could spend the day relaxing and doing whatever I wanted.

"I'm not sure, maybe we could go shopping or out for lunch. Let me think about it." I finally told him.

However, in reality I found myself on edge and unable to settle knowing I was working that evening. So, in the end, we did virtually nothing and I found myself getting ready to go to the parlour much earlier than was actually necessary.

Taking a long hot shower, I made sure my mound was smooth and stubble free before sitting down in front of my mirror to brush my hair and put on my make-up. Having more than an ample amount of time, I also re-did my fingernails, painting them a vivid pillar box red.

My false eyelashes went on next, with a heavy coating of thick black mascara to emphasise their length. A deep red eye shadow followed and after that I applied my foundation and lip gloss.

Satisfied with my appearance I packed my bag with my schoolgirl outfit, a selection of underwear and stockings and my stiletto heels. Finally, I decided to throw in my make-up, just in case.

"You're not going this early, are you?" Liam asked pointedly when I came down with my bag.

"I'm restless and I'm bored." I whined, looking at him with my big blue eyes, "Drop me off early. Please."

He sighed resignedly, "Ok babes, if you insist."

I ended up walking through the door at the massage parlour a good 15 minutes before four o'clock, an hour and a quarter before the start of my shift and easily 45 minutes earlier than I really needed to be.

"You're early." Stefan greeted me as I came up the staircase.

"I was bored at home so I came in early. Hope you don't mind."

He grinned, "Not a problem. In fact, if you want there's a customer that needs a girl."

"Sure, I'm up for it. What does he want?" I asked innocently, assuming it would be a straight fuck.

Stefan's smirk broadened as he told me.

"No sorry. I don't do that." I told him bluntly.

"He's happy to pay whatever you want. I reckon he might even go up to £200." He hinted, obviously trying to coax me in to doing it.

I thought about what the punter was asking for. It would be utterly humiliating and demeaning, something I had missed out on with the outcall I had done the day before.

"OK, I'll do it." I told him, slightly uneasy after several minutes of debate with myself, "But it's got to be the full two hundred or no deal."

I dropped my bag in the purple bedroom and waited while Stefan spoke to the customer, part of me was hoping that he would reject the price I had given him while the other half craved the degradation he offered. My heart was pounding hard against my ribs by the time Stefan returned and confirmed that my £200 price was acceptable.

"Shit." I said under my breath and started to get undressed.

Naked I looked around for something to wear as I made my way to the bathroom but found nothing, so I slipped my bra and panties back on to cover my modesty.

"Hi, I'm Sara." I greeted my client as I locked the bathroom door behind me.

"H... h...hi I... I'm... S... S... Stanley." He stammered nervously.

He looked slightly creepy and I guessed he was probably in his late thirties or maybe even a little older. Short and stocky with small round wire rimmed spectacles he reminded me a little of Richard Attenborough's portrayal of John Christie from the movie 10 Rillington Place.

"So, Stanley, the price is two hundred pounds is that ok?" I asked pointedly, waiting for him to offer me the cash.

"O... oh y... y... yes." He handed me a small bundle of notes.

Taking my time, I counted them, more to put off the inevitable than to check it was correct amount.

"A...a... are y... y... you ready." It was then that I realised he had a stammer and not a bad case of nerves.

I smiled and, a little hesitantly reluctantly, undid my bra, slipping it off to expose my modest breasts before sliding my knickers down my legs and kicking them aside.

"Mmhhmm... as ready as I'll ever be." I told him now totally nude.

Without waiting to be told I dropped to my knees and, glancing up at him, started to unfasten his jeans.

Stanley was already breathing heavily when I freed his dick from its confines and began to stroke it lightly until it was a hard 7" in my small soft hand.

Looking up into his eyes I paused, then lowered my mouth onto his cockhead sliding my red lips over the crown and letting my tongue lash at the tip.

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" I slobbered on his manhood, drooling saliva all over the bulbous tip so that it started to run down the shaft for my hands to massage into his flesh.

Oh f... f... fuck... aahhhhh!" standing over me Stanley groaned as my mouth began to pleasure his swollen prick.

Conscious of the amount of money he was paying for me I took my time, eager to give him what he wanted despite my own misgivings. My hand cupped his balls, gently playing with them, while I lightly slid my lips back and forth along his hardness.

"Ummmm... Gggnnhhmmmm.... Mmmmmmm!" for several minutes the only sound in the room was my mouth sucking on his erection while my big blue eyes looked, almost innocently, up at him.

When he began to jerk, his erection sliding faster into my mouth, I knew he was getting close and I let his organ slip out from between my lips. Neither of us spoke as I leant back on my heels, still gazing up at him, as he began to urgently stroke his own hand along his spit covered length.

Trying to look as coy as I could I opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out, and waited. My heart thumping forcefully against my ribs as he enthusiastically pumped his cock.

"Uh... uh... aahhhh... ahhhh.... Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" he finally groaned out loud as the first long thick rope of semen erupted from the end of his dick.

Arcing through the air it landed squarely on my face, trailing down from my eyebrow, across my eye and onto my cheek. He must have been storing it up because he continued jerking his shaft frantically, grunting and gasping, as several large globs of sticky sperm rained down onto my face and body.

By the time he stopped, breathless, I was covered in his cum. A couple of spurts had hit me squarely in the face while several more, smaller droplets, had landed on my breasts, one in particular actually hanging off one of my nipples.

"Oh... f... f... f...fuck... y... yes!" he managed to utter a few words as I leant closer and took his softening length in my mouth again, cleaning off the last dribbles of cum from it.

Satisfied I had got every last drop I sat back on my heels again, looking up at him for a moment and licking my lips. Then, with my heart still pounding hard and my stomach twisted into knots, I slowly stood up and took a few steps to the shower cubicle. Once there I knelt on the floor and waited as Stanley moved in front of me, standing just a foot or so away from me on the edge of the shower tray.

Taking a deep breath, I waited, my eyes wide as I gazed up into his, the sense of indignity and shame I felt at that moment quite unlike anything I had known before.

For a minute or two there was nothing but silence and I was sure he must be able to hear the sound of my heart beating as it thumped against my ribs.

Unsure if I could go through with what he wanted, I was just about to get to my feet when the stream of warm liquid hit me directly in the face, taking me by surprise.

"Fuck... fuck... mmnngghghhmmm." Spluttering I, unintentionally, swallowed some of his urine as he began to hose me down.

I was completely soaked after the first second as the stream of pale amber piss ran down my face and dripped onto my chest. My make-up began to run and I could barely open my eyes as Stanley urinated onto me.

The stench of ammonia filled my nostrils and I started to splutter again, coughing and gagging, so that some more of the cascading liquid flowed into my mouth and down my throat. Swallowing the pale-yellow fluid made me retch and for a moment I thought I was going to vomit but, somehow, I managed to keep it in check.

He had to have been holding onto his bladder for some time because the golden stream seemed to be never ending. His warm amber urine splashing over my body now, cleaning off the semen that he had previously deposited on my tits.

I was completely mortified, my humiliation absolute, as I allowed a punter to urinate on me to wash off the sperm, he had ejaculated onto me earlier. I would have cried if I could but the stinging sensation from his piss made it impossible to open my eyes.

Finally, the torrent slowed to a trickle and then stopped but I was absolutely sodden. My eyes were ringed with black circles where my make-up had run while piss still dripped off my chin and my tits.

Opening my eyes, I looked up at Stanley, standing before me grinning and holding his cock as drops of urine fell from the end. Without being asked I leant forward and took his soft prick in my mouth.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" I sucked on it, worming my tongue round the head to clean off the last few drips.

I could taste the coppery bitter tang on my tongue and almost retched again but somehow resisted as I finished my final oral cleaning of his flaccid dick.

Sitting back onto my heels I savoured the feelings of shame that filled me. I hadn't climaxed but that didn't matter I was overwhelmed by the sense of complete squalidness that I so desperately craved.

My legs felt as if they wouldn't support my weight as I slowly got to my feet, the cold liquid still dribbling down my legs as I stood up and let it run off me.

"I need to take a shower." I informed Stanley as he zipped himself up, "You can watch if you want."

He grinned, "T... t.... thanks."

Turning on the water I found the shower gel and, stepping under the spray, began to lather myself up, washing the piss off my face and body. I knew I would have to completely redo my make-up so there was no point in trying to save it.

Glancing at Stanley as he stood staring at me, I ran my hands over my small breasts, soaping them clean then teasing the already swollen nipples with my fingers, making myself groan at the sensations that radiated out from them.

Unable to resist I slipped a hand between my legs and ran my index finger between my labia.

"Oh fuck!" I jerked and moaned out loud at the immediate wave of pleasure that engulfed me.

My humiliation was about to become even more comprehensive as I pushed a finger into my slit, my legs parting to allow me easier access to my pussy.

Closing my eyes, I leant back against the tiled wall, totally lost to the feeling of lust, as I started to openly masturbate in front of my watching punter.

"Uhhhhh... ahhhhh... unhhh... yessssss!" I groaned as my fingers pushed and twisted inside my aching cunt.

I knew as soon as I touched myself I would cum quickly. The feelings of shame filling me needed a release and I knew my slender digits would provide it.

Jerking uncontrollably, I writhed on my fingers forcing them deeper into my throbbing pussy while my free hand pinched and tugged at my sensitive nipples.

"Fuck... oh fuck, fuck... I'm... aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" shuddering violently my orgasm ripped through me causing my knees to buckle so that I ended up slumped on the floor of the shower as the ripples of ecstasy slowly faded.

Hearing the door close I opened my eyes to find that Stanley had gone and I was alone.

Struggling up onto my feet I turned off the water and dried myself. Then wrapping a towel around my body, I dashed back to the purple bedroom to spend some time repairing my make-up, brushing out my hair and generally making myself presentable for the influx of punters we were expecting that night.

It took me a good fifteen minutes to become properly presentable, before slipping on some stockings along with my red underwear and making my way out to the waiting room to see if there were any punters waiting.

Stefan stopped me as I came out of the bedroom, "We're going to be busy for a while so collect this one then I suggest you stay in the room and we'll bring the customers to you."

"Oh, right yeah." I agreed and went to find whoever was next in the queue.

My next punter, Simon, was about as average as they come. In his forties, he was married judging by the ring on his left hand and just wanted a straight fuck.

I showed him through to the bedroom and, after taking the fee, both of us quickly undressed before I got on to my knees for him. Ignoring his pungent body odour, I took his shaft into my mouth and started to pleasure him.

"Hmmnnghhmm... ummmmmmmm!" working my lips along his shaft I resisted the urge to gag on the, now familiar, coppery taste of stale urine from his dick.

As soon as he was fully erect, I got up off my knees and laid back on the bed opening my legs ready for him to mount me once he had rolled a condom over his cock.

The sex was brief, he entered me and I lay there virtually unmoving as he thrust away at my pussy for a couple of minutes. Then, with a loud groan, he ejaculated into the latex sheath and collapsed onto me.

Finished he lay on me for a few moments then rolled off and left me laying there, used and spreadeagled, on the bed completely unsatisfied, watching him as he got dressed.

It was a very busy night and for the next couple of hours or so Stefan ushered in a procession of punters while I remained in the room, not bothering to get dressed. None of them were memorable and I easily forgot them, apart from one.

This one was extremely overweight and, like most of the men who used me, he obviously hadn't showered in a while.

Stefan came in first and brusquely told me, "Your next client wants you in your schoolgirl outfit."

He didn't wait for an answer just left me to dress up before ushering the punter in a few minutes later.

"Hi I'm Sara." I greeted him as he entered the room.

"Ken." He grunted in response, looking me over before asking, "How old are you, Sara?"

"Old enough." I told him as I took the cash from him before running my hand lightly over the front of his pants.

He grinned, "It's just you look really young."

Dropping on to my knees and freeing his cock into my hand, I looked coyly up at him, "I'll be as young as you want honey."

Without another word I took him in my mouth, wrapping my lips tight around his rapidly swelling shaft.

"Oh fuck!" he groaned as I ignored his odour and began to fellate him.

Sucking greedily, I swallowed half his length, "Mmmmm... Nnngghhmm!"

For the next few minutes, the room was filled with sounds of my slurping intermingled with his moans of pleasure as he enjoyed my mouth working on his prick.

"Enough." He finally gasped, yanking me away from his spit covered erection by my hair, "I want some schoolgirl pussy."

I didn't answer. Instead, I stood up and, reaching under my very short, pleated skirt, slid my panties down my legs before stepping out of them.

"How do you want me?" I asked coquettishly.