Dead Sexy

To my despair Graham wore a sky blue shirt with small vintage aircraft flying over his torso. A sure sign of questionable kinks. "Is your mum still alive?"

"What the hell has that got to do with this?"

"I'm sure she still dresses you." Pulling my panties to one side I sat on his cock and slid it in deep. I'm easily excited so my pussy is constantly lubed. It would take more than a badly dressed dirty old man to cause a drought in my pants.

I pulled at Graham's shirt, popping buttons, ripping it down over his shoulders. It didn't get any better as he wore a discoloured string vest. But I was too far gone to give him a lecture on his choice of clothes. Grabbing the back of his neck I began grinding my hips into his pelvis. I stared at him for point blank range, causing us to share the same air. My screams were an act but my enjoyment was clear for him to see. Sex is never a choir, not with strangers anyway.

As the sexual tension rose I began to tear at his neck with my nails, and smiled as I left rivers of red skin. I cried in agony as he tore at my bra, snapping the clasp and threw it to the floor. This was getting serious, that bra was a present from one of my favourite cam clients.

I felt we needed a new position. Shifting my weight I span the chair around, then kicked off the desk, sending the chair falling backwards onto the hard tiles. My pussy has quite a grip, and never let go Graham's cock during the manoeuvre.

My bubble butt is a favourite feature of mine, and I'm always showered with compliments when online. So in the hope of finishing Graham quick, I thought I'd give him some reverse cowgirl. Feeling him slide out, I quickly spun around, then impaled myself back on to his cock. Whirling an imaginary lasso, I began pounding him.

All the while I was sliding his modest cock, all I had to gaze at was his tired slippers. The worst thing was the faint smell of vinegary feet. This was a new low for me, but if it gets me my grade it will be worth every inch of dirty, repulsive cock.

I suddenly lunged forward and shouted out, "Hey." My face was perilously close to his pungent feet. Graham had plugged his thumb into my arse. I closed my eyes as I felt him corkscrew inside me. It's not part of my repertoire so I leaned back and slapped his hand away.

Jumping off, I quickly whipped off his sweaty slippers and grabbed the bottom of his slacks and pulled them off his ankles. Graham remained on the tiles. He didn't put up any resistance, in fact he boxers came off with his slacks. All the while he was too busy sucking my arse juice off his thumb. Shaking my head I frowned. "You disgust me."

"Why, you're about to do the same."

"I don't think so."

"Want that first, clean my bottom."

"You're filth."

"No, you're filth." Grabbing the back of his knees he lifted his legs and mooned a greying hairy arse. "Now, earn that First."

"But there're bits of tissue stuck in your arse hair."

"Well make sure it isn't there when you finish... Now, chop chop, I want my pilchard sandwiches before my break is over."

My stomach somersaulted like a Russian gymnast. Settling down in between his legs I wretched as I breathed in the odour of unwashed skin. Sticking out my tongue I leaned forward and dabbed my tongue on his rectum. His pubes stuck to my taste buds and a salty taste of sweat tinged with the bitterness of crap caused me doubt if my First was worth all this shit... literally.

I once wanted to be a nurse, but I was immediately derided by Pappa who didn't want his daughter cleaning sick pensioners while only earning a low wage. Well here I am, half way through medical school, licking an old man's arse. If only Pappa knew.

As Graham did when I was giving him a blowjob, he again forced me deeper. My nose became buried under his hairy sacks while my tongue poked into the depth of his tangy poo chute. He gave a sigh of ecstasy as I licked his putrid innards clean. Thankfully he let go of my head. As he fell back his arms knocked against some overhanging documents that rested on his desk, sending them falling to the floor. Coming up for breath I spotted a glue stick rolling across the floor. Grabbing hold of it I planted it straight into his vegetable patch of an arsehole.

I twisted it and listened to his screams, shoving it deeper with every one of his yelps. It was clear to me he was enjoying it. The fact was then certified as he cock jettisoned his cum, showering his hairy belly with salty white raindrops.

Feeling that my job was done, I pulled my white panties up my legs as Graham pulled out the glue stick. He tossed the stick into the bin. "Good job the lid didn't come off."

"What goes up must come down."

"That was the best student sex I have ever had. Well done."

I threw him by broken bra. "You can have it as a memento."

"I'll put it with the rest of my mementos... I'll EBay my collection one day."

"Have I got my First?"

"Damn, right... if you piss your panties and give them to me."

Nothing shocked me anymore. Plus I needed a piss anyway. "Sure. I always need a leak after sex."

"And let me watch."

"Didn't think I was going to do it alone, did you?"

"The socks too... you wore them when you were at school right?"

"Of course."

"Great... Take them off now. I'll wank in them later."

I pulled the socks off; their frilled edges spoke of an innocence long lost. "Enjoy."

Graham took out an old newspaper from his satchel, then scattered the pages on the floor. "I have a bucket for such occasions." Opening his cabinet he lifted out a large bucket and placed it in the middle on the paper. "Stand in it and take your time."

Stepping in the bucket I waited for the moment. But his intense stare pushed back the tide. "I can't go while you watch."

Graham handed me over a glass of water. "I have a meeting in five minutes, hurry up."

After downing the glass in one, I closed my eyes and thought of running water. I dreamt of waterfalls, rivers and broken mains pipes. Fuck, I even dreamed about the shit nineties film called Waterworld.

The dam finally burst. I felt the piss gush out the legs of my panties and trickle down my thighs and calves. Rivers of hot golden urine flowed down my legs. The sound of piss hitting the bucket took me back to my childhood when the cyclone rained on the corrugated roofs.

I'm not shy by any means, but being watched while pissing myself made me feel humiliated. Still the thought of my First made me turn the piss tap to full.

Pulling down my panties I stepped out of the piss bucket on to the newspaper covered tiles. I left them in the bucket just like Graham had asked. Soaked in piss I pulled my dress over my head. "So I got my First?"

"Yes."

"Thank fuck for that."

Graham took a bite out of his pilchard sandwich. "Now get out and leave me alone with your delicious panties and socks... I think I might force out a quickie and unload in your left sock... while smelling the right one."

Finally on my way home, I stood inside a packed tube train. All I could smell was piss, and for once it was me. My mouth tasted of ass and all I wanted was to rinse my mouth with mouthwash then stand under a steaming shower. Picking my phone out my bag I noticed I had a message from Pappa.

Dear my little Princess

I cannot rest while worrying about you. I fear that you're at risk of being misled by these randy westerners. I have secured a job at a London hospital and will now rent a two bedroom apartment for you to live with me.

Good news?

Fuck sake... Now I need an Asian boyfriend before he arrives. Otherwise I'm going to be stuck being Pappa's Princess. A thought worse than Graham... well, not quite. But you get my point.

Chapter 3

To cut down the process I had developed and printed three hundred questionnaires to sift out the good pilgrims from the bad ones. Providing proof of ID and their last bank statement they also had fill out following questions/rules.

1 Height - Nothing below 1m60cm or above 1m 85cm. Dwarfs or giraffes need not apply.

2 Weight - I look after myself, I expect you to do the same.

3 Physique - Athletic, muscley or slim only. - If you claim to have a six pack, provide a picture as proof.

4 Can you cook? I can't... and I won't.

5 Drink and Drugs? I dabble in both, but attached to none. I expect a clean bill of health and a full set of teeth... white ones.

6 Cock size is not paramount, but nothing below six and nothing over eight... inches not centimetres.

7 I'm a diva, you most definitely mustn't be. I create the drama, you deal with it.

8 I'm not romantic but you must be. Don't expect cards or presents, however I do appreciate being spoilt with chocolate and jewellery. Gold and platinum, not silver.

9 I will try to be loyal, honest. But I am prone to the odd slip here and there. But that's what you should expect when dating a woman as hot as me.

10. Religion is no big deal, Muslim, Hindu, Christian or Buddhist, all welcome to apply. But I'm no temple runner or bible basher. NEVER WILL BE!!

11. I'm not in this for marriage in the near future, it may never even happen. So the word is banned until I say otherwise.

I got in early and left a questionnaire on each of the lecture theatre. From the countless questionnaires returned, it was Trevor's that stood out. Well his name is Tariq, but for some reason he likes the name Trevor. He thinks it sounds more western. I told him Tommy or Brad would have been a better choice. But no, he was sticking with Trevor. So we reached a compromise of Trev.

I chose Trev because his father is a CEO of a large bank in Central Asia. Sadly, I guess his dad gave the clever sperm a day off when he conceived his son. Trevor is more likely to manage a fairground ride rather than a major bank. Luckily though, these guys like to keep the money in the family. There was the added incentive that his dad had just undergone major heart surgery. Fingers crossed, it wasn't completely successful and payday won't be too far off.

So as far as I was concerned Trevor was perfect. Good family to keep Pappa happy, and loaded, good looking and thick to keep me pleased. Why would I want him to be thick? Malleable - I planned on making him my personal servant while living off his wealth. I'm the worst of leeches... the clever and manipulative type.

Sat in a restaurant with Trev, I could tell that the young waiter knew me from my cam shows, as he had that star struck look about him. Open mouthed he just kept gawping at my tits. The fact we had to order our drinks three times was the first give away. I mean, not even Trev is that stupid.

Placing my glass of champagne on the table cloth, I stared directly into Trev's dark eyes. "I read your bank statement that you kindly paper clipped to the questionnaire, but I didn't buy it, seeing as your old man basically owns a global bank, I'd expect a few more zeros. So how much money do you really have?"

"Erm... Four grand, give or take a couple of hundred."

"Well you must be lying about your dad then." I felt like getting up and leaving. Then I remembered that Pappa was due later in the week... I'd have to put up with Trev for now, there is no way I'm living with Pappa. "You'll do for now... but don't expect me to drop my knickers on a nightly with only four k."

Trev fidgeted under the table. Knowing he wasn't the cleverest I thought he had got his cock stuck in his zipper. After a few seconds he brought up his wallet, which was bloated with bank notes. He began leafing through the notes. "Might actually be carrying five."

I watched the money like Ebenezer Scrooge. "You know how to get a girl's attention."

"I have more in my other accounts."

"Accounts... Accounts with an S."

"Yeah, Dad tells me it helps to have several, for when people start asking awkward questions."

"Tell me what's in the main one."

"One and a half."

"One and a half..."The night suddenly took a positive turn. "...million?"

"Billion."

"Now I think we're in business." I felt like stripping Trev as well as his bank account. "Me and you, we'll go far."

"Great."

I picked up my glass and took a sip, although the champagne costs more than my last exam fee, I had already saved the brand name into my phone and had plans on filling my fridge, sorry, our fridge with a dozen bottles or more.

The prawn salad tasted even sweater knowing that I was rich. But my joy had made me blind to Trev's woes. The sense of occasion seemed to be eating away at Trev. His eyes glazed over as if he felt on the verge of tears. "Hey, Trev, don't worry. You're not going home alone tonight." I forgot my manners and talked with a mouth full of lettuce. After all, you can take a girl out of the gutter, but you can't take the gutter out of the girl. "Mission accomplished, Son. Let's go back to base and drop your pants."

"Dad tells me not to tell anyone about my money, because they'll take advantage on me."

"I'll look after you and your money."

"Will you?"

I chased down the salad with a mouthful of champagne. "Yeah."

"I need a strong and commanding woman."

"I'm so strong I could wrestle in WWE."

"I know."

"That's the cleverest thing I've heard you say all night."

On walking out of the restaurant, I locked my lips on Trevor's. "Take me back, I'm yours." I wasn't in love, I've just never slept with a billionaire. I pulled him towards a black cab. "Let's go." But I then stopped, and unzipped my handbag. "Hang, on."

"What's up. Have you lost something?"

"Shite... where is it?"

"What?"

I then saw the red tube. "Phew... Disaster averted... thought I'd left my lube at home."

The elevator raced up the skyscraper. Suddenly, it stopped and the doors opened into a softly lit mahogany panelled lobby. As we stepped out of the lift an electronic buzzer sounded and the opposite door automatically opened.

Trev's place was amazing. It was a top floor penthouse. Walking around the luxurious living room, I couldn't believe the splendour that this fool lived in. "Fuck me." I meant it too. The interior was ultra modern, caped in furnishings fit for a five star hotel. The exterior wall was just one long window with views across the Thames. I grabbed Trev by his jumper. "Marry me."

"Bloody hell, Roxy... Bit quick, but yeah, OK."

"I'm being vivacious, but drop your jeans, I'm going down on my knees."

On my knees, I stroked the floorboards with my hands. To my astonishment they were pristine. Not a spot of dust, if anything it had recently been polished. Thoughts crossed my mind, that he maybe homosexual. However, I was put at ease by the fact his cock resembled a baseball bat. I watched in amazement as his cock continued to swell.

Soon it was so large, it looked like it was going to sprout legs and run off. This guy could be put in a glass box and put on show, his cock was phenomenal. "What am I suppose to do with that thing, Trev?"

"What, you think it's too small?"

"No, your dick is off the scale! You have permission to be smug. "

"Smug..?"

"Never mind" I now had a blind spot for Trev's stupidity. Good looking, huge wallet and an even bigger cock. "Why have we not talked before?"

"Funny that you said that because..."

"Just shut up, and let me give you a suck."

My first attempt ended in disaster. It probably derived to me being overeager to win a place in Trev's heart, or more accurately, his apartment. Throwing my head forward, I stretched my mouth over his mammoth cock. Taking his girth caused my jaw to over stretch. I soon felt similar to when I was a kid and had chewed too many jelly sweets at once. Yet I remained determined to take him whole.

I'm not a girl to take defeat lightly. Like a circus sword swallower, I relaxed, and let my throat open. However, dear old Trev got a little too excited, and rammed it home. Immediately I felt myself close to vomiting. I aborted, and spat him out.

Giving myself a second to catch my breath, I massaged Trevor's throbbing cock in my hand. I took the plunge. The cock ventured deeper inside. I half expected to be tickled on the lungs as my head felt it was going to pop. Closing my eyes and inhaling through my nostrils, I did my best to blow Trev. But it became clear that this wasn't going to work, the fucker was just too big. I just couldn't take anymore, and pulled myself free. Covered in saliva, I was a quivering sloppy mess.

Having regained my breath, I glanced up at Trev. "We're going to have to find another hole." I literally jumped out of my kickers and threw myself on the couch. "Come on big boy, give it to me." My legs bent at the knee and my vagina was out for show. I bathed my pussy with the lube from my handbag.

"You think you can take it?"

"I don't think so. I know so."

Trevor jumped on top of me, almost clubbing me to death as his huge cock slapped me in the face. "Sorry, are you OK."

"Just put it in. Be my Arabian stallion."

That's when I felt the most amazing pain I have ever experienced in my life. I felt like I was being ripped in two. The fucker had only put it in the wrong hole... all the way in. My rasping screams hurt my tired lungs and my arse burned like red-hot charcoal. He battered his hairy wrecking balls against the small of my back.

Feeling so much pain, I felt unable to function and couldn't tell him to stop. The bastard took advantage. My nails dug into his shoulders. I slapped his sweat covered face. But Trevor was merciless while destroying my back passage.

I rolled my head and bit the cushion. I just wanted it to stop. But Trevor found extra depth with every stroke, and more arse to stretch. I started to fear for my life, never mind my health.

Thankfully, the fucking came to a shuddering finish. I could feel his cum sinking inside me. A smug Trevor smiled down at me. He resembled a constipated dog that had risked a fart and won. Blinded by pain, I wept in to the lilywhite cushion. As he pulled out I felt the cold air rush deep into my insides. I think he had turned my arse into a quarry.

Trev slumped on the couch and watched his cock slowly deflate and coil. "No offence."

"What?"

"I think you need checking out?"

I felt worried I couldn't go back the clinic so quick... the nurse has seen my pussy more than I have. "Why?"

"Your pussy stinks of... well, shit."

"You fucked me in the arse... you idiot."

"Oh... awesome."

A sudden emergency sent an alarm bell ringing in my head. "Trevor!" I slapped and kicked out at him.

"It was a mistake, sorry."

"Your mistake could mean that I have to wear diapers for the rest of my life." I sprung from the couch like a scolded cat. "Where's the bathroom?"

"Pick any bedroom, they're all are ensuites."

"You rich bastard." Plugging my stinging bum hole I dashed to the toilet.

Chapter 4

Getting bummed had paid off, as the next morning Trevor had agreed to let me move in. So, walking with a slight limp, I brought my gear from my crappy little apartment and moved in. Mission accomplished.

A week later I found myself in the bathroom. I stood naked over Trevor's shaving mirror. Bending my knees, I parted my arse cheeks with one hand and touch my anus with the forefinger of the other. "At last... back to normal... and back to work."

In the living room of the plush apartment, Trevor watched the cricket while sprawled over his couch. What a shit sport that is by the way? Uninterested, I picked up my laptop from the coffee table and headed for the bedroom.

Trev's eyes didn't leave the screen as he called, "Where are you going?''

"To work."

"Don't worry, as long as you keep your legs open, I'll support you."

"Keep spending on me, and I'll have no reason to close them."

"Honestly, though. There is no need for you to work. Concentrate on your studies"