Escort Girls Ch. 01

"You are deliciously tight, my dear Meredith," he said softly as he began to fuck me, slowly pulling out and then rapidly pushing back inside, so that each inward thrust pushed my mouth hard against Monique's pussy. We soon found a rhythm, and I began to feel pleasant sensations build slowly inside. As Monique had told me earlier, older men may be gifted with control, and Jean was in no hurry to finish. As he fucked, he began to slap my buttocks with his palm, as if urging a mare on whom he was mounted to gallop faster. I found this sensation curiously exciting, and I began to moan and gasp each time my mouth left Monique's pussy.

I had begun to believe that I might even orgasm from Jean's attentions, but as I felt it build deep within me but still far away, Jean grunted and thrust himself against me a last time as his semen shot into my depths. All of us remained still and silent for several moments until at last he pulled out. Monique had evidently played this scene before, and she instructed me to reposition myself so that her head was between my thighs. As Jean watched she held my lips open so that his cum dripped from my cunt into her waiting mouth. When at last she deemed me clean, she held her head back so as to take his soft cock into her mouth and clean the remains of our mixed juices.

Jean then disappeared into his bathroom, leaving Monique and I alone for the moment. My fears returned, and I asked, "What did he mean before about anything could happen to me?"

"He likes to scare girls the first time. He told me that it makes them better to fuck. You are doing well, and I can tell he likes you. So don't worry, and if you can act frightened it will be even better."

Jean, returning from his ablutions, said to me, "I quite enjoyed that my dear Meredith. It is very surprising to me that you allowed yourself to be fucked without a condom. That is very unwise of you. You might even now be infected with HIV."

I had thought of that myself when it was too late to object. A new thrill of real fear ran through me. "You are not? You are not infected? Oh God!"

Jean was obviously happy to have frightened me. "Do you think I would fuck an unknown like you if I were not sure you are safe? I had Monique check you out in advance."

"How can you do that?"

"She got your tampon from your last period. The blood tested negative. But now we must see to your pleasure while I recover my forces. Despite my best efforts and your moans, I am sure you did not orgasm. Monique tells me that you cum like a fountain with her, so I will allow you to demonstrate for my entertainment. Take off your bra. I love to see a girl's breasts bounce as she is fucked."

I obeyed as Monique produced from a bedside table a strapon dildo similar to the one she had fucked me with in Paris, but with a longer and thicker shaft. Stripping off her thong, she strapped it in place around and under her hips. I was commanded to get onto the bed, once again on hands and knees, whereupon Monique took her place behind be and pushed the rubber cock into me. Having been fucked like this numerous times before, and having the additional knowledge of being watched by Jean, my orgasm came more quickly than I expected. But afterwards, I was not allowed a respite, and Monique continued to pound hard into my pussy as Jean stroked is still limp cock languidly. Not until I had cum a fourth time was the dildo withdrawn, and I permitted to collapse onto the covers.

"Bravo, my dears," said Jean. "My cock is almost completely recovered thanks to your efforts. And now I must reward my dear Monique, who has not had her share." Monique smiled and unstrapped the dildo, then handed it to me.

"Put it on."

"I'm going to fuck you now?"

"You'll see." She helped me with the straps, positioning the apparatus so that the base of the dildo was pressing on my mound. Then she took a tube of lubricant from the same drawer where the dildo had been stored, and liberally coated the head and shaft of the rubber penis. Finally she lay down on her back beside me, with legs apart and pulled high over her head. Jean climbed on to the bed and got between her legs, guiding his cockhead into her vagina.

"You have the opportunity for your revenge, my dear Meredith. As I fucked your cunt, now I shall fuck Monique's and you my ass. Do not be shy and lay on as hard and fast as you like."

This was a totally new realm of experience for me, and it was with trepidation and some awkwardness that I introduced the greasy head of the dildo to Jean's opening and pushed my hips so that the first few centimeters entered. We three adjusted ourselves so that the greater part of the shaft was embedded in his rectum before he began to thrust himself into Monique. I found it worked best that when he pushed into her I pulled back, and when he recoiled I pushed hard into him. It took several moments to attain the proper tempo, but once it was established I had no need to support myself with my hands. The pressure of the dildo against my mound aroused in me the urge to cum again, and this urge was inflamed by the grunts of pain that Jean seemed to feel from my hard thrusts into his ass, which seemed to grip the greasy shaft like a vise. I began to pinch and squeeze my breasts and nipples, and eventually I felt another orgasm rise up through me.

This last explosion made my thighs feel weak as jelly, and as Jean had not orgasmed I took hold of his shoulders and redoubled my sodomistic efforts. In several minutes more, he reached the crisis point. He rose up to push me back, so that the dildo pulled out of his ass as his cock pulled out from Monique's cunt and several spurts of cum shot onto her stomach and the bustier she still wore.

Afterwards, Monique and I returned to our room to shower and drink the chilled champagne we found waiting for us. At midnight, we put on chaste white satin nightgowns that hung from thin shoulder straps and covered bodies from the tops of our breasts down to mid-thigh. We then returned to Jean's bedroom, where we found him abed in silk pajamas reading Le Figaro Economique. I had been given to understand that we would sleep with him, and upon our getting into bed on either side, he kissed each of us and turned off the lights.

I had difficulty getting to sleep, as thousands of thoughts raced through my brain and Jean and Monique snored beside me. I realized that among other firsts that day, this was the first time I would be spending the entire night sleeping with a man. At length, I did fall asleep. When I awakened in the dark of an autumn morning, I heard the distant tolling of a village church bell. Jean was awake as well, lying on his side and regarding me.

"Bonjour," was all I could think of saying.

"Did you sleep well?" He smiled.

"Very well." A small fib.

"I too slept well, and much of the thanks is due to you. I have trouble sleeping at times, and the little games I play here are therapeutic. You did very well. I would never have known you were a beginner at such games."

"I try to please."

"I am pleased with you, and wish you will come again. If that is your desire."

"If I am invited, I shall try."

"Do you know what would please me at this moment?"

"No, what?"

"That we should make love again. Monique is always so lazy in the morning and not as charming as later in the day."

I remarked that this time he used the term 'make love' rather than fuck. "I would like that as well." Jean slept in the nude, so that it was the work of a moment to pull back the coverlet to expose his groin, the cock semi-flaccid and lying against his stomach. I took it into my mouth, and although I was then inexpert in fellatio, it soon reached full length and rigidity. All the while, Jean caressed my pussy and clit so that I became moist. When I mounted him, I sank easily onto him so that he was fully enclosed inside me. He pulled the straps over my shoulders so that my breasts were exposed, and as I rose and fell over him, his hands caressed the nipples, and from time to time he pulled me forward to kiss my mouth and earlobes. This gentleness was in contrast to the previous night's play, and soon I knew I would cum, the first time ever from a man's attentions. As my cunt contracted on his shaft, I reached back to squeeze his scrotum inciting his climax, so that our fluids mixed together within me before seeping down to the matted grey public hair at the base of this cock.

We remained in this position until his softened cock fell out of me and he rolled over on top. "That was delicious. Now I have a full day ahead and will not see you again until your next visit."

When he had departed I arose and went into the adjoining room to shower and dress. Later, I found an envelope in my purse. It contained 3000 Euros in bills and this note: "My dear Meredith. You have afforded me great pleasure, and I wish you to be appropriately rewarded. It is unnecessary that you tell Monique about this pour boire, as she is on a retainer with me and already suitably compensated. Until the next time. Jean." I was too sensible to ignore his advice. Later on the train, Monique gave me another envelope with the promised thousand, so that I felt well rewarded for my weekend of sin.

For the rest of the school year, I visited with Jean once or twice a month, usually with Monique but on occasion solo. He had some unusual desires, but in the end nothing that disgusted me to satisfy, and I was well compensated for my time. Although I hinted to Eve about my adventures, the hints were always couched as lovers' weekends. Jean, to the contrary, learned all about Eve, first from Monique and then at length from me. Having seen her picture, he informed me that should I be able to convince Eve to visit, both of us would be exceptionally well rewarded. And in one exciting visit, he required that I call her while he fucked me and listened to the conversation on the speakerphone (his English was excellent).

Apart from sex, I learned much from Jean on those occasions where no other guests were present. He had a fine cellar and was a connoisseur of wine and whiskey. I learned to ride horses and shoot. In short I acquired a plausible veneer of sophistication that served me well in other settings. I afterwards extended my circle of clients, as I will relate shortly.