Paying Her Way

It was a good five minutes before Mickael did the same. Only being a dominant male, he did it on his own terms. He pulled out, leaving Deena's stretched pussy showing its healthy pick innards. Unsheathing his cock from it's condom, he walked around the desk and stood by her panting face. Second guessing Mickael, Deena opened her mouth and poked out her cherry tongue. His dick then showered her face with his thick putrid sperm.

My highly conservative fiancée had been turned into a cum loving whore.

Fully dressed, Deena opened the office door and walked right passed me. I hurried along behind her as she walked towards the staircase. I wasn't sure how to act. I mean, what do I say to her after that? I went for the politely ignorant. "How do you think the interview went?" She ignored my question... she knows me too well.

"Enjoy your wank, Toby?"

"I... Yeah."

"Get me home, I need a shower."

Back at our apartment we stood naked under the shower. I had my arms around the woman I loved. Under the hot running water, I whispered into Deena's ear. "I love you." I rested my chin on her shoulder and waited for her to reply. But had to fill the silence myself."Honest, I knew nothing about that, Ri."

"I don't suspect you did."

"I hope you do... Are you OK?"

"As good as I can be after that..." Deena face cracked a wry smile. "At least I have paid the fist instalment for the camera crew."

I placed a kiss on her soft fulsome cheek. "I'm deeply sorry."

"No you're not."

"I am."

"Don't tell me that you didn't enjoy watching me."

"That's not the point though." I began smothering the skin on Deena's back with soap. I could see faint bruises on her shoulders from Mickael's hands. "If I could pay for your tuition, I would. I promise."

"Just see this next month as a one off, alright? Never, ever again."

"I will, don't worry."

"And if I go off sex for a while..."

"Understandable."Filling my hand with extra sensitive soap, I placed it between her legs. She jumped as it touched her tender nether lips. "I guess you're sore."

"It's burning."

"He was pretty big wasn't he."

"He was at least an inch bigger than what I'm used to."

I glanced at my sad looking cock. "Thanks"

"Oh, by the way, Mickael told me he'll burn you a copy of the interview."

"He did?"

"No... I'm just Joking." I was less than deserving of such a gift. Deena stepped out of the shower onto the rug. "Come on, you can dry me quick then put me to bed. I'm shattered."

Sleeping in bed, I was shocked when I woke to find the light on while Deena rooted through the wardrobe. "You OK? it's..." I checked my mobile. "Nearly midnight."

"Mickael has been on the phone."

"I thought you needed a couple of days rest?"

"Told me it was a good job and I could literally earn thousands in extras."

Despite being half asleep, I felt my dick throb under the sheets. "I dread to think what you're going have to do."

"I'm the entertainment at a party."

"A party? What sort of party?"

"Some rich footballer's. City have just one a cup to something."

"City... They just won the league title... You're dealing with young millionaires here."

"Exactly, why do you think I'm taking the job?" Deena threw a shirt at me. "Now get ready, you have to get me to the club quick."

"Right. You sure you have the energy?"

"Money motivates me. Plus the quicker I earn, the faster I get out of this shitty mess."

"You're the better halve of this relationship. I'll never know how repay you for this. You're amazing... you're a gift that just keeps on giving."

Chapter 9

Deena's Story

As usual l was the last to turn up. As Toby pulled the car onto a car park filled with hookers. I looked out onto a sea of fake tan, short skirts and bad taste. As he cut the engine I placed my hand on his lap. "I'll phone you when we're leaving the mansion so you can come and meet me here."

"Sure."

"I hid some kitchen roll in the glove compartment, just in case you have to wait a while."

"Always thinking of me aren't you?"

"Who else would I be thinking about?"

A screech of air breaks signalled the coach's arrival. The girls didn't waste any time and scurried onboard like excited school kids going on a summer trip. I glanced at Toby then leaned forward to brush his cheek with mine. "Love you."

"I'll be waiting for you as soon as I get your call. Good luck."

"Thanks."

Sat inside the coach I felt overcome by the smell of strong perfume. I would like to think that the girls weren't quite as refined as myself. I mean, they were pretty, but you could tell which trade they were in. As for myself, I as a mere temp waiting for better things. A backwards step to take two forward, if you like.

I never been on a hen do but I imagine they must start something like like this. There were singsongs and laugher as well as bad language on an industrial scale.. Arms bridged the walkway, exchanging booze as well as wraps of cocaine. It was havoc

You could tell I was the newbie. I had a whole bench to myself. Not that I was worried. There was no need for me to get to know any of the girls, as you know, I wasn't planning on making this a career. Then I was rudely interrupted from my thoughts when a leggy black girl fell into the seat beside me. She shoved a bottle of cheap champagne in front of my face. Not one for hiding my annoyance, I palmed away the bottle. "No thanks. I don't drink while no duty."

"Us minorities have to stick together."

"Not heard that line since high school" Then it struck me. "Fucking Hell. Naomi Aru, not seen you in years."

"You remember me now, from Manor farm High?"

"You used the same opening line then, too... on the old 7A."

"Exactly."

"Who would think we would meet up a decade later as pair of... hookers." My shoulders slumped. "Kinda sad."

"Sad? This ain't sad. Standing in the pissing rain waiting for the next cock to suck, that's sad. Shooting crack under a railway bridge is sad. No, this is pretty darn fine if you ask me."

"I should be thankful I guess."

"This is the jackpot."

I snorted a laugh. "Jackpot. Now that's pushing things."

"Last time I came here, Girl. I went home with seven grand. Seven grand and all I did was suck a few cocks and finger my arse... Faked that too, used the old magic finger trick."

"You'll have to teach me that, fed up cleaning my nails."

I hadn't seen Naomi in fifteen years. She looked good. Always did though. But as I watched her down champagne from the bottle, you could, under the bombproof makeup, see that her life style was taking its toll. I took the bottle from her hand and took a mouthful... Probably just to make myself part of the crew. She stood from her seat and screamed at the top of her voice. "Who's ready for some cock sucking."

I choked on the champagne, dribbling some down my chin. To my dying shame my first thought was, at least it's not cum... What was this job doing to me?

My smile felt fake as I fixed my makeup in portable mirror. I still felt tired and my body ached from the so called interview. In fact I didn't feel as though I could survive another night.

The hooker bus, as we were calling it now, pulled into the drive way and stopped the car in front of a huge set of ornate gates. A security guard stepped up and had a brief conversation with the driver. He then muttered into his walkie-talkie, before opening the gates.

The coach then taxied up the shale path which was lined by huge evergreens. The midnight air carried the hint cut grass. My ears picked up the whispers of distant techno music. Knowing we were on the final approach, I felt a sense of dread. I felt it telling that the rowdiness from the girls had disappeared. I guess that deep down we were all still little girls.

Expensive sports car lay parked on either side of the shale driveway. The headlamps of the hooker bus reflected on the huge white washed walls of the mansion as it drove around a large decorative fountain. It then jolted as it parked opposite the stone steps of the grand entrance.

I followed the herd of prostitutes as they galloped up the steps on their stilettos. Once through the massive doors, I felt as though I had stepped into a seedy club. As the girls walked in they were picked off one by one by leering drunks in fancy suits.

Yet I was left alone. Even Naomi was being finger banged against a marble column. Rather bizarrely I had painful flashbacks from high school after being picked last for sports.

Far from comfortable I stepped into dark corner and viewed the debauchery from afar.

I jumped as to touch of a soft hand on my shoulder. I turned on my heels and shyly smiled at a sharp suited man. "H... Hello."

"You must be the lovely Deena."

"That's right."

"Mickael was right about you. Truly stunning."

"Thanks." I blushed like a choir girl. He was a blue eyed, blond haired lover boy, well groomed and was the proud owner of a toned body. "You are?"

"You mean you don't recognise me from the papers and magazines?"

"You do look familiar, but I'm not one for following the celebrity world."

"Oh, right... Well I'm David, David Brookham."

"Nice to meet you." I leaned forward and politely kissed his cheek. "Still no idea who you are."

"That's a relief, actually. I guess you won't know I'm married then."

"Well I didn't until now."

"Shit... put a foot in it, haven't I?" David peered down at the glass of beer in his hand. "Damn larger always gives me a loose tongue."

"I take it your wife is out."

"Vic has took the kids to Disne... Damn, there I go again." He gazed at his leather shoes. "Don't hate me, please."

"I can't exactly judge you, can I? Being a hooker doesn't really make me the most saintly of people."

The room was now filled with whorish screams as girls were now doing what they do best. Naomi was already naked and riding some bald white guy on the black at white tiles.

I felt shocked as a black dude joined in. He stepped in front of Naomi and pulled his cock out of his trousers. Within in seconds she had her lips around it sucking like seven grand depended on it. All the while she was slapping pelvises with the white man. She was proving quite popular as soon had a crowd around her. Arms outstretched, Naomi was wanking cocks two at time.

Being the sort of party it was. I thought it was only as matter of time before that black cheery of hers was due a bit of attention. And so I was proved right. A well hung man, who was clearly superior to the others, pushed through the crowd as if they weren't there. He bent Naomi down, causing her to give up on the guys. He spat on his hand and began fingering her arse.

I suddenly remembered what Naomi told me on the hooker bus, about her magic finger. There was no way this was magic. This was the real deal. And by the size of his cock, poor Naomi was going to be earning her money the hard way.

Then the party really began and I seemed everyone had an invitation. Naomi cried out as the well built brute shoved his cock into her rectum. But she was silenced when her mouth became filled with another man's meat. My old friend was being punished in every orifice. Christ, these guys were animals. I wouldn't be surprised if some freak would have a go at her ears or nostrils.

Still, Naomi was a dedicated hooker and despite having three holes filled she didn't neglect the wankers, and was soon offering hand jobs to any cock that was in range. Boy, that girl could multi task.

I wanted to make a quick exit, before they got fed up with Caribbean and decided they fancied some Indian instead. But before I could scarper I witnessed a water fight of epic proportions. Surrounded by half a football team, Naomi took one cum shot after another on her ebony face, hitting her square between her bulging eyes. This was followed by a second and a third... then a forth. She was taking shots like a drive-by victim.

Naomi whole body was plastered with streaks of white man juice, and they kept coming. If I had a cock I would have probably joined in myself, due to peer pressure of course. By the time she was finished, Naomi was as white as a snowman. She had gone from being the only black girl in the room to the only albino.

Exhausted she crawled from the mass of bodies leaving behind snail track of cum. I would have given her hand put that too had took a jazzing. So I crouched down beside her. "Are you OK?"

"Sorry, you'll have to shout louder, I took a hit in my ear."

"I said, are you OK?"

"Of course."

"Did you bring stuff to shower with?"

"Yeah but I leave it for a bit. I don't want miss anyone." Naomi slowly climbed to her feet. Cum had mattered her hair as if she was newborn covered in placenta. "I think I'll see if the goal keeper needs some attention first. He's kind of nervous."

"You'll probably scare him to death looking like that"

Watching the Naomi's dedicated whoring almost made me forget about David. But he hadn't forgotten me. He took me by my hand and led me up the grand staircase. Huge portraits of mock classics hung from every wall. The original faces had been swapped for those of the Brookham family. I found that a bit strange.

As we reached the landing, I stood opposite a framed gold record which was backed by a blown up album cover featuring a tall brunette singing into a microphone. "Is that Vic?"

"You serious?"

"What?"

"Of course it is... You been living on bloody Mars or something?"

"Planet Bollywood, David."

"Not heard of that one... I should really have listened at school."

I gazed at Vic and thought she was beautiful. The fact I was about to be another of her husband's mistresses caused me loath myself. However, I had grown accustomed to that feeling. I glanced at David. "Surely having orgies in your family home isn't the cleverest of places."

"We rent this place out to Wayne, a team mate of mine. Vic hasn't been here for over a year."

"Not a happy marriage then?"

"It's alright. Just I was too young to marry." David opened a heavy oak door and led me into a dark room. "Five years on, I've got three kids, five dogs and married to a woman who is twice as fat, and bitchy, as the one I got fell in love with."

"Oh, David, just build a gym, you've got the room."

David yelped as he burnt his fingers on match while attempting to light a candelabra. "Of course I have one."

"Get a TV in front of the treadmill."

"I have. But she just cleans it rather than use the damn thing."

"I bet it's got the sports news on it, tough. Tune it to the cooking channel, you're wife will be looking great in no time."

"Look, stop trying to sort out my problems. I've hired an escort, not a bloody marriage councillor... seen enough them bastards."

It was clear that David was an emotional drunk with a lot of issues. Just goes to show you, I suppose, that with all the money in the world you can't buy love... or happiness.

I glanced around the most beautiful of bedrooms. It was clear that this footballer and his pop star wife had taste. I was glad that we would be doing this in private. I'm not into dogging or anything perverted like that. Also, I felt glad it was a bedroom as my back is still sore after being rattled on Mickael's desk.

David led me to the bed, then turned me around. He stared into my eyes while he placed a hand on my bottom. "Can you make me feel young again?"

"You look younger than me."

"Kiss me."

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach while I gazed into his eyes. I fell for his sky blue irises. All of a sudden I felt that I enjoyed work. Every job has it's benefits I suppose. As my lips met his, my heart began to thump. I pressed harder while he embraced me with his arms and squeezed me against his body, which felt rock hard with not a miniscule of fat. As our tongues Tobyced I felt myself soften and succumb to his every touch.

David's hand felt my thigh. He then lifted my leg up to his hip. I felt overcome with lust and jumped up, wrapping both my legs around his waist. I hung from his body as I kissed the chiselled features of his face. Using the job as an excuse for fun was a not a scenario I had planned for. I had lost control, but this felt more than great.

I screamed with laughter as I fell on top of David who had collapsed onto the bed. His smile made his handsome face even more appealing. He placed his hand on my panties then held it there. I closed my eyes and shivered to his touch. I hadn't felt this excitement before. I'm not a naughty girl, never have been. But it seemed as though I had been lying to myself since the day I was born.

David's hand was now inside my panties. Feeling his fingers rub my labia made me feel alive. I pressed my forehead against his as I bit my lip. His tender touch was soft yet firm. It felt clear that he knew how to treat a lady. Not that I was one anymore. After what I did this afternoon I should be down stairs in the middle of orgy. Not up here, making love to the man of my dreams.

Kissing me firmly on my lips, David pulled my panties down but caught them on my heels. I wanted no delay and brought up knees and helped him slip my underwear off. My excitement must have obvious now, there was no denying that I wanted David.

I groaned as David broke from our embrace and climbed off the bed. Unlike most men who would throw their clothes onto the floor, or at best hang them over a chair. David opened a closet and began to carefully hang his clothes... Rather frustrating when your gagging for sex, but I felt impressed all the same.

My eyes feasted on David athletic build while he undressed to his tiny grey boxers. His healthy skin appeared tightly wrapped over a ripped set of muscles. I didn't just want to fuck him, I wanted to paint him. He could have been a warrior, a model or a God.

David crawled down between my legs. I giggled at the prospect of receiving oral from such a handsome man. Suddenly I was thrown into a bout of lustful sighs as he began mapping my nether regions with his soft and tender tongue. I shivered as his tongue felt its way over my labia and discovered my clitoris. He obviously had found what he was looking for, and began to kiss and lick my clit. I couldn't hide my joy and burst out in rapturous laughter.

Reaching such an intense passion made me feel as though I was a virgin. The acute sensations thrilled me to the core. Running my fingers through his think mousey brown hair made me realise just how thin Toby's was.

David lifted his head from my vagina, his lips and chin were drench with saliva. I stroked his arms as he crawled over me, feeling his defined biceps bulge in my hands. As rule I hate tattoos. But David's seemed like art compared to the tribal graffiti you see inked on most men.

My smile felt as wide as an open river while my heart flooded with lustful energy. I ran my hand over his naked chest. The contours of his muscles described a diagram of perfection. Like a spoilt girl I slapped his pecks and begged him to enter me. "Take me. Make me yours."

"Do you really want me?"

"Yes, yes. Please."

"How much?"

"I crave you like no other."

"Let me to play with you tits?"David stooped down and lapped his tongue over my left breast. I closed my eyes for a moment while I felt his teeth gently nip my erect nipple. He drew his head back as if he wanted to milk me. I was impressed with his dexterity. But it was too late for fancy games. I wanted only one thing. I held the sides of his face and lifted head off my tit. "No, no. Fuck me. Fuck me now."

"What's the rush, love?"

My heart exploded hearing that four letter word. "I love you too." I could have just been caught in the moment. But it felt as though it was the truth.

My confession didn't seem to put him off and he pulled down his boxer shorts. And out came his weapon of mass destruction. Now, you don't see many decent penises. Even the big ones are horrible looking... But David's was every bit as perfect as the rest of him. I reached down and held it in my hands. It felt heavy and hard and stood straight and true.