From Jenny to Mei Ch. 10

"Wow, if it's anything like that, yes! You live here alone?"

"Well my girlfriend is over most of the time but she's working."

"Whadda ya do?"

"You haven't been doing this long have you?" he observed. Prostitutes aren't supposed to ask questions.

"No, just a few weeks, to help me get through school."

"Uh hu." What could he believe? 'Give me your cell phone for twenty minutes and I'll learn all there is to know about you.' He thought for a moment, 'Hmmm.' But no, life was as complex as it could be at the moment. Still, he considered, looking at her throat move as she drank the water, she was endearing; beautiful and endearing, adorable even. Maybe she was working her way through school like Sarah? He wanted to believe it for some reason. She was a very pleasant young woman, with a nice personality that showed through at first encounter. She was probably twenty, seemingly light hearted and bright. 'Shit,' he castigated himself for this thoughts, 'what am I doing?' He needed to keep his focus on Mei Chun.

"You ready?"

"Yeah," she gave a few hops like she was about to jump into a cold pool. "Ready."

"Bring your nice tight little butt over here."

She came over and sat back down.

"Are you ready for this?" he asked, patting the smaller dildo, thinking she'd need a little something smaller first to stretch out a bit.

"Oh... hmmm... might take a while."

"Want me to warm you up?"

"Would you? Thanks."

"Come over here." He stood and walked over to the couch and sat in the middle. "Here, bend over my lap." She knelt on the dark brown leather, her knees indenting and creaking the leather cushion.

"Do you call for escorts much?" she asked as she fell forward over his lap and put her head on the couch, looking back and up at him. He began, reflexively to run his hands over her youthful skin. 'She's so delicate, so finely boned and with that skin the color of coffee with too much cream,' he thought. "No, never really. I mean, I had a relationship with one once, but I knew her before she got paid for it." 'She's got the perfect fanny, small like a teenager's, as taut and firm as a one of those buckwheat pillows. Great hips too.'

"Was she good?"

"Best sex ever before my current girlfriend."

She gave him another smile and he lifted one knee over the other to raise her ass a bit. He dribbled a drop or two of lube on her anus which caused her to pull her knees up and raise her ass further. He put a bit on his finger and gently began circling around its surface, feeling the fine creases of flesh with his fingertips. "Did you say you don't like this much."

"Nah, it hurts too much if the guy's in a hurry. I don't do it, you know, for clients."

"You don't mind doing it for me?"

"Oh... I thought this was just a test?"

"No, I mean on the machine."

"Oh."

'Was that disappointment?' he wondered.

"No, it's fine. The dildo isn't that big and I want to help."

"Perhaps you haven't found the right guy? It does take a lot of warm up. I guess a lot of guys don't have the patience."

"Do you? You an anal expert?"

"No... never tried before her, but I like women... like pleasing them."

He swore her eyes twinkled. "That is so sweet," she said.

He looked at her bottom over his knee, her firm small ass with a curve so distinctly feminine arching before him. He looked at her hole as his fingers traced the rim. Like a kid's drawing of a sun, it's wrinkled lines radiating away from the center reminding him of the puckering lips of a tightly pursed mouth. He admired her labia just beneath. Soft and puffy outer lips, but not a clam shell, hiding the more sensitive lips within. They were full and flamboyant, pink at the clitoral hood and dark brown at the tips of the spreading wings' edges and spread out in bold opulence like a bombastic flower.

"Do you wax Sandy or shave?"

"Wax. Hate shaving... it's smoother this way."

"You're the kind of girl that likes romance, aren't you?" He pointed his finger and pushed into her anus with the tip and saw it weakly yield to him.

"Ugh," she groaned, "How did you know? The thing about my job is I don't get to really know a guy. I just jump over all that and get to the sex. It's hot, I mean, I'm not complaining. It's just that a girl likes to know she's wanted as a woman before her body is taken. Ya know?"

"I'm sure your clients would love to get to know you. The ones that aren't married."

"They're all married or in some kind of relationship. Either that or they kind of creep me out. I don't have many like that but I like the ones that are already taken."

He slid his fingertip in deeper, making sure to watch for any sign of discomfort.

"Hey that feels really pretty good. I like the way you're doing that, nice and gentle."

"A caring touch makes all the difference." He'd been spreading her right ass cheek with his left hand but let go and it sprung back into place. "Does your manager ever get out of line?"

"Like try to fuck me?"

"Yeah, or steal from you or whatever."

"Well... yeah kinda. He's always trying and he wants me to get a tattoo."

"Hmm. It would be a sin to mar your skin."

"Yeah, I'm not going to."

The sensation he was giving her was not bad at all, quite nice actually. He wasn't invading her, jamming something where it didn't belong, it was kind of a massage inside her anal canal.

"You're a good lover," she said, "I can tell. Your girl must be really satisfied."

"I'm going to put another finger in... ok?"

"Yeah, sure."

He did, ever so considerately and slowly. Over the next five patient minutes, with multiple rest periods, he managed to get index and middle fingers knuckle deep inside her. "Want my thumb in your pussy, Sandy?"

It had begun to affect her. She really didn't like anal play much, or hadn't, but this was different. She felt her anus in a new way, as a real focus of pleasure and it was getting her hot.

"Sure... that sounds nice, and call me Ai, please. I hate Sandy, it was his idea. Ai is my real name."

"I like it, what's it mean?"

"In Vietnamese it means tender loved one."

"That's nice. I like Ai. It means love in Chinese." He worked his thumb in past her moist lips and was welcomed by her gooey ooze. He loved it when a woman juices were viscose and tangy with a beguiling aroma.

"Yeah, I know. Hey," she sounded pleasantly surprised, "that really does feel good. Could you pump it a bit?"

"Sure, happy to," the sound of a woman's wet pussy being worked was like a Siren singing to him, it drew him on, vaporizing a bit of his will. "You really love sex, don't you, Ai?"

"Yeah, god I really love it," she said with a lusty exhale. "At one level, I simply love the feelings, you know, feeling what a guy does to my body. I also like the emotional part but I don't get much of that, like I said. I'm not really in love with anyone. I mean, I want to be and all." She pushed back against him a bit, "Ooh, that's really good... the last one wasn't, should I say, emotionally mature? He's was all about possession and fucking me like I was some kind of living doll. Not like I had feelings."

"He has no idea what he's missing."

"Had," she said, and then looked up at him with a new interest and intensity. "Yeah, like, he'd have gotten so much more out of a kiss and a 'how are you honey' then, like, a $200 handbag and a 'let's fuck', you know what I mean?"

"Romance is dead, Ai, never to be resurrected."

"Yeah. How are you to your girl?"

"Faster, Ai?"

"A little bit please."

"I'm completely dedicated to her but we have a complex relationship."

"I've heard that before."

"Yeah, well, see she is my... I guess servant is the best word, slave, submissive, whatever you want to call it."

"Wow, kinky. Does she have a collar and crawl on the floor?"

"A collar, yes, but that other stuff is for amateurs, just for show or porn, it's not real. I show her how to please me and in return take away her need to make choices and when she's good I smother her with love and clothing and stuff. When she's bad I discipline her."

"That sounds so nice. It's so romantic to hear a guy talk about his girl like that. Wanna fuck me in the ass? Umm... you know, funny I don't remember your name."

"Philip."

"Philip, I think I might like it with you. You really know what you're doing." She quickly added, "It's ok if you don't, anyway you're going to make me come again if you keep doing that?"

"Love to come?" He didn't answer her offer directly and wanted to avoid being asked again.

"Oh my god, are you kidding?"

"Watching and feeling a woman come is my favorite thing on the planet."

"That's so nice. Usually guys feel that way about their own orgasm but not about mine."

"Have you ever been restrained?"

"Whaddya mean?"

"Well, tied up. Bound."

"Oh, S&M?"

"Yeah."

"Not my thing. At least no one's ever done it right, I guess."

"Hmm," he said, still gently stroking her from the inside.

"Really, I come easy and, I mean, it's fine with me but I don't want you to run out of time without testing your machine."

"Right, thanks. You're good and ready now." He slowly, politely wound down his thrusts and withdrew from her, giving her ass a little smack out of habit which was greeted with a gasp that sent a shiver down his spine.

She walked before him, sliding into her steps more than she had before. She mounted the machine. "Give me the whole works," she said with a bright grin, eyes alight. Spirit like hers always made him smile. He leaned over to his desk and picked up two elongated bell shaped glass objects about an inch and a half long by his keyboard and sat in front of her on the bench. He reached down and got the rubber tubes, brushing his cheek against her lovely small breasts.

He licked the end of the glass at the top of one and twisted it on the end of the hose. "These go over your nipples," he said as he placed one over the delicate pink nub. "Hold it here," he said. He did the same with the other one and leant down to turn the switch controlling the pump. It whirred to life and reached a deeper hum as the suction started. "How's that?"

"Hmm... good. It kind of squeezes a bit, a little uncomfortable."

"Good, I'll turn up the suction in a minute. Get on both please." He handed her the lube and she slathered some on her ass, putting a bit inside, careful that her long white painted nail didn't scrape her tender interior.

She was a bit concerned how high the suction on her nipple would go, but she did say the works.

"Now I'll start the machine." He saw the nod and the look in her eyes that said, 'Yes'. "Are they both in?" he asked.

"Can you put the one at my ass in a bit?"

He considered a manual advance wheel.

"Sure," he said and got back on his side on the floor and slowly spun the wheel until in penetrated. The smaller one was a simple dildo without any additional features, a store bought model. While there he started both motors on low again, and put her left ankle in the Velcro cuff.

She began to vocalize with the sensations. A series of gratifying sounds that resonated within him.

"Like that?" He moved to restrain her right ankle.

"Umm," she struggled dealing with the simultaneous assault. "This... it's like getting fucked by two guys."

"That's the idea."

The speeds were different, her pussy getting about twenty thrusts a minute and her ass getting about half that. Nice and slow.

She alternated between, "ooh", and "aah" when the two reached out-of-phase positions and he noted that he needed to mount a position sensor on the wheels and work that into the control program rather than leave them completely independent. He turned up the suction and heard a quiet 'ah' in response.

He stood back to admire his handy work. Not bad, he thought, some tinkering but judging by Ai's obvious enjoyment of the thing it would be well received. It was just two minutes into the test but she was really riding it, sort of undulating up and down, back and forth, a consistent stream of low grunts, humming and "oh wows," rolling out of her. It was arousing him. Seeing this sleek girl, her nipples red and stretched, rolling and rocking on his invention caused his already firm cock to set into cured concrete.

"Faster," she said, tendrils of her hair stuck to her face, her mouth open, breathe in gasps between her keening. "Faster."

"Not yet."

She looked at him with determined disappointment, then, not waiting for him, moved a hand to rub her clit. This prompted him to prepare the straps on the back rest.

"I need to test this too," he said as he strapped her in. He draped one leather belt over each shoulder and between her breasts, being careful not to disturb the suckers pulling her nipples. "You might like this, Ai," he said as he tightened the belts in their buckles behind her back. "Now your wrists." He didn't mount the wrist cuffs yet so he got a pair of rubberized hand cuffs and bound her hands to a ring at the back of the support behind her. He secured her head by tying a ribbon in a gathering of her hair as close to her scalp as he could and passed it through a hole in the leather back rest he designed for the purpose and tied it, likewise to the ring through which the cuffs were thread.

He stepped back again, delighted by the site of this lovely, waifish young woman in ecstasy. "How's that Ai? Can you move?" He maneuvered to sit in front of her.

"No."

"Do you like being immobile?" He pulled off one of the glass bells over her nipple and she gasped and whispered, "Oh... umm... fuck."

She looked at him with eyes full of a message that she willed into his mind. She liked this guy and wanted him to know it. As her look smoldered he pulled the other one off, leant forward and took her over sensitive nipple in his mouth, playing it back and forth with his tongue.

"Oh god that's good," she said quietly and shuddered again. "That thing makes my nipples hurt but your tongue is fabulous. You're really a wild one, aren't you, Philip?" She envied his girlfriend. If he went to such lengths to make a gift like this for her, she imagined, 'what would sex with him be like?' However, there wasn't much room for thought, not with the clickity-clack sounds, the dual penetration of the dildos fighting inside of her, his tongue worrying her nipple and being tied like this, but a few basic thoughts squeezed themselves through. 'Wonder if he'll ask me back? Wonder if he's into three ways? Wonder what his girl has that I don't?'

'Damn! It's going to happen again. This thing is going to fuck me to death!'

As she came again, quaking and bucking, she wondered what kind of a man this was, if he was tender and protective, if he'd make a good father.

She felt this one first in the pit of her stomach, an unavoidable clinching of her muscles, then, strangely, in the outside thigh muscles and an instant later her pussy gripped the dildo, trying to keep it inside of her cunt. Her ass squeezed, then every muscle in her body tightened and shook.

He felt her come, her nipple hard and hot. 'Wonderful,' he thought, 'such a connection with another human being. So intimate... to know a stranger like this.' It was like peeling a person open and jumping right in, bypassing the months of getting to know someone. This communing with the core of a woman an hour after meeting her was a new and fantastic experience and he saw the allure of casual, anonymous sex for the first time.

He knew it was time to turn down the motors, to let her come down easy, but he was still experimenting and decided to keep her going. Letting her nipple slide from his mouth he lent back, cupping her breasts. He looked at her open mouth, her tongue darting from side to side, her chin up, head wagging a bit, eyes closed. She was still in the grip of her latest orgasm but was descending, returning to earth. He shuffled forward, surrounded her knees with his thighs and enveloped her with his arms, pressing his clothed body into her. He pulled down on her hair to force her head up and mouth open.

"Ai, keep coming," he encouraged. He pressed his mouth to hers, kissing her through her panting, and felt more than heard her renewed lowing. "That's it baby," he spoke supple words into her mouth, "Keep feeling it, chase after it, honey." He brought his hands to her hips, kissed her more and rhythmically pressed down on her in time with the thrusting. She began to twist and hop away from the penetrations but he held her firm, oh so delicate, thin hips. She began to respond with her tongue, reaching for his, sucking him into her. Her sound changed from a near panic to a soft contented surrender.

He had thought this a test run of his machine but it wasn't any longer. The idea of sex with a prostitute an hour ago wasn't a consideration. Of course, Sarah had been a prostitute too and the fact hadn't bothered him, mostly because he knew her as a person first. Then he realized what a fool he was, he was simply approaching Ai from the opposite direction but the facts were the same. She was a person that he didn't know, only her profession was the starting point, and if he wanted to, he could get to know her and follow her story. Leaning back and looking at her approach another orgasm looming in the distance, he decided that he did want to know her story.

"Hold on for me Ai, I'll be right back."

"Yes... God this is fantastic." She repeated his name in her mind to etch it in her memory, 'Philip, Philip, Philip...' She didn't want to forget this dreamy guy's name again.

He stood, noted her purse on the kitchen counter, ran back and got the wand and the riding crop off the bench in the back room, just in case. He could hear he close in on another orgasm from there and quickly returned to see her tense and shiver again.

"Ohmygod, Ohmygod, Ohmygod... Oh my god, aaahhhhh!" she screamed full throatily.

It was sweet music to his ears.

He plugged the wand in, returned to sit before her with it and a roll of duct tape. "You're doing great, Ai. Really fantastic. Just keep with me, honey. One more addition." He placed the wand along the bench, the rubbery head on her pussy, and wrapped several turns of duct tape to hold it firm. "Ready?"

Seeing what he had in store for her caused her to worry. The very last thing she needed was more stimulation. He was overdoing it, she thought, but it was a challenge and she was curious how much she could take.

"Yeah, I guess. It's going to kill me I'm sure but go ahead." Her eyes provided a subtext of 'you'd better know what you're doing.' He turned on the wand's strong vibrator motor and reattached the suckers to her red and hypersensitive nipples then tweaked the suction higher.

He stood back to observe but immediately laid back down and took the bottle of liquid lube and squeezed out a stream onto the anal dildo. Satisfied that she was still enjoying both he gave a bit of a nudge to both motors and returned to standing in front of her.

She looked so lovely held like this, head up, eyes closed, mouth singing in grunts, moans and the occasional incoherent vulgarity. He wanted to simply watch the machine take her helpless body, to carry her higher and higher and enjoy her rapture, but instead he went quickly to her purse, found her phone, returned to his work area and began to drain it.

He looked over at her strapped down to a bench and backrest with a thick cock pumping her relentlessly and vibrating her vagina like a paint shaker, her anus was being swabbed with what felt like a one pound hot dog. Her nipples tugged halfway down two glass bells that were sucking her teats like a milking machine. Her hands and hair were tied behind her back and her ankles were strapped in. To top it off the Hitachi was buzzing her clit at 5,000 vibrations per minute, each one plucking a nerve like a guitar string in an Eddie Van Halen solo.