The Agency Ch. 11 (M. Trainor Pt. 02)

The morning following my first night with Meghan, we both agreed that it would be best to have an off day after a night of pleasuring her. Meghan's body was sore and tired from the powerful orgasms, and my tongue was sore from our long session.

On off days, when Meghan got done with her concert, we would hang out in the living area and talk. I learned about her background and her rise to fame. Meghan was a sweet girl who was very positive about life, which had to be useful in such a negative business.

One particular night, she explained her lingerie obsession to me.

"Growing up my family was pretty conservative. When I began to develop, my mother took me to Sears in the mall and we bought my first sets of bras. As you can imagine, they were some very plain cheap looking bras, but just handled the job. When we would change for P.E. at school, all of the other girls would have on cute bras and panties from stores like Aerie and Victoria Secret. I was jealous because my mom would only buy me plain white bras from Sears. She told me that they didn't need to spend lots of money on things no one would even see. They told me that all of those other girls would be the ones that got pregnant because they were probably sluts.

"My parents wouldn't let me have a boyfriend while I was in school, because they were afraid that I may start having sex. But, like any kid at that age, I wanted to do what my parents told me I couldn't. My senior year of high school I started dating a boy from school without telling them, and would 'go over to a friend's house to work on homework' a lot. They thought I was an angel, but really I was making out with Billy Martin in his basement.

"Billy was a nice guy, but like any teenager was super horny. He always was touching my boobs as we kissed or grabbing my ass. He one day convinced me to get naked with him in the basement. We took turns removing items of clothing until we were both naked.

"It may have just been me, but I thought when I took my top off that he wasn't as excited to see me in my bra as I expected him to be. I blamed it on that plain ugly bra from Sears, even though in hindsight that was probably all in my head.

"The most Billy and I had ever done was get naked with each other, so I thought that was the hottest thing in the world and was ready to try it again when I could get the opportunity. Billy was a star football player, and I already thought he was out of my league, so I was very self-conscious of how he thought of me.

"That next day I took some money out of my piggy bank and took the city bus to the mall after school. I sheepishly snuck into Victoria Secret; like I was afraid someone would throw me out if they saw me. I had just turned 18 at the time, but I was frightened to be seen there nonetheless.

"I browsed through the collection and finally found a sexy red sheer lace bra with matching G-string. I grabbed a set off the rack and quickly checked out before anyone else saw me. It cost $60, which seemed like a fortune compared to the cheap pairs my mom would buy me.

"I threw the lingerie into my backpack and headed to Billy's house. When I got to his house, he wanted to head to the basement, but I asked him if I could use the restroom before I met him downstairs. When I went into the bathroom, I slipped out of the gross looking white bra and into the sexy get up I had just purchased.

"A few issues arose, though. First, I hadn't realized that the bra and panties were sheer while I was at the store. When I put the bra on, I noticed that you could visibly see my large nipples clearly through the fabric, which made me a little self-conscious. Similarly, when I put on the panties, my trimmed pubic hair poked through the small holes in the fabric.

"Secondly, the bra and panties I had chosen were not the right size. I hadn't wasted time looking at the tags, but instead just grabbed the first ones I found and got out of the store. The bra was fortunately the correct size just a cup too small. The thong was also a size too small and rested low on my hips and firmly against my body. It was not remotely comfortable, but when I looked in the bathroom mirror, I finally felt sexy.

"I put on the rest of my clothes and went down to the basement. It didn't take long until we were making out like usual. My breasts were pressing out of the cups, but I could tell through my shirt that the bra made them look even bigger than normal. I stopped our kissing and asked him if he wanted to get naked again.

"He ecstatically agreed. My one condition is that he would get completely naked before I started to strip. He quickly removed his clothes and was sporting a major erection. He looked down proudly at his erect dick, which I had seen the day before. It was the first penis I had ever seen, so it seemed big at the time, but I now realize it was on the smaller end.

"He then looked at me and I smiled as I began to take off my shorts, giving him a first look at the new G-string.

"'Oh wow,' he stammered as he couldn't stop staring at how my ass engulfed the small red string.

"I then slowly removed my top, showing off the sheer bra which was barely containing my boobs. When he set his eyes on my bra his mouth hit the floor. I had been nervous to wear something that seemed so slutty to me, but his reaction gave me all the confidence I needed. I twirled and seductively showed off my body, like I was walking a runway.

"I walked up to him and asked if he wanted to touch, which he nodded that he did. He placed his hand on my chest and rubbed my breast. It was then that the excitement got to him and he shot a hot load right onto my belly as I stood in front of him.

"He was embarrassed that he couldn't control himself any better and ran upstairs toward the bathroom, leaving a small trail of cum in his wake. We were both inexperienced teenagers and he thought I would think less of him, but the whole experience had been such a turn on for me. I was rebelling against everything my mom had taught me and I enjoyed it.

"Billy and I broke up before we ever had sex, but that memory of getting blasted with his cum, just from how sexy I looked in my lingerie was enough to change me. I got a job not long after that and spent a lot of my money on sexy outfits and lingerie from the mall. All of the girls in P.E. would stare at me as we changed because I would be wearing some of the sluttiest underwear they had ever seen. I had to find creative ways to hide them from my mom, but it was totally worth the thrill I got out of looking sexy.

"I now have a closet at home that is just full of lingerie, and I know that I have a bit of an obsession, but it makes me feel empowered. I feel so sexy walking around at home in something slutty and just catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror."

Meghan definitely had an obsession as she rolled out a new outfit every time we would get intimate together. I still hadn't seen her fully nude, as she would keep on her bra while went down on her, but she definitely had quite the sexy body.

For the first month of the tour, our arrangement continued where I would go down on her every other night. I had become pretty sexually frustrated by not getting to go further with her, but I masked it well and relieved the stress through masturbation afterward.

One night, while we were in Oklahoma City, we were due to have another night together. Meghan entered the tour bus at her usual time, but was not her usual chipper self. She was talking on the cell phone and completely ignored me as she headed back to the bathroom and shut the door.

I could only imagine that she had a bad night during the concert and was upset because of that. I didn't catch any of her phone conversation, but context clues could only suggest that was the cause.

I continued to watch TV as I heard the shower cut on in the bathroom. After a while, Meghan emerged from the bathroom in a towel talking on the phone again.

"I don't give a shit about that!" she screamed into the phone as she slammed her bedroom door behind her.

This had been enough to catch my full attention, because it was the first time I had seen her angry in a month together. I muted the TV to see if I could catch any of her phone conversation, but no noise was travelling down the hallway of the bus. I resumed watching my show assuming that I would find out the issue soon enough.

Nearly an hour past, and I began to wonder if Meghan had turned in for the night, skipping my oral for the day. I turned off the TV and was about to head to my bed, when Meghan's bedroom door swung open. She had never come out of the bedroom in previous nights. I was pleasantly surprised to see her strut down the hallway wearing an orange satin push up bra and black thong.

"Everything okay?" I asked as I stood from the couch.

"Sit back down and shut up!" she barked pointing back at the couch.

I quickly sat back down, a little frightened at the outburst. She walked over to the couch and crouched down in front of me. She took her hands and reached for the zipper on my jeans and began to unbuckle my pants.

She started to try to pull them down when I finally asked, "What are you doing?"

Meghan shot me a frustrated look, "I loved him and that bastard of a boyfriend has the audacity to dump me for some slut that he is working with on his little movie. Well I am tired of holding out because of him. So, what am I doing? I'm going to sit on your hard dick and scream your name at the top of my lungs, because you are here for me and only me. Fuck me, like I know you have wanted to for the last month."

Her aggressive face turned into a sly smile. I believe she had been almost as sexually frustrated as I had over the last month, and now finally had the good conscious to be able to go all the way. She ripped off my pants and underwear and my now hard dick pointed up toward the sky. I pulled off my shirt and was quickly naked and ready to go.

Meghan leaned forward and suckled at the tip of my dick, licking up the droplets of pre cum as they formed. She then stood and removed her black thong, revealing the pussy that I had become so intimate with. She reached behind her back and snapped open her bra, letting it fall to the floor.

Meghan's lingerie had left little to the imagination about her boobs, but it was still incredibly exciting to see them uncovered for the first time. Her nipples were on the large side but fit nicely on her round tits. There was a slight sag in her boobs as the bra came off, but was not surprising given her size. Her breasts still had really great shape and perkiness to them.

Meghan crawled on top of me and crouched over my hips as she lowered herself. The tip of my cock pressed against her body and then quickly slipped inside her very wet pussy. It was obvious we were both ready for this.

I began to kiss and run my tongue and lips across Meghan's chest as she rode me on the couch. I rubbed my hands on her large ass and hips as she worked her body against mine. She was being very aggressive with her movements, but that was turning me on even more. Her long blonde hair rubbed against my chest as she rocked herself against me. I gave her ass a good hard slap.

"Fuck yes, Joe!" she smiled as the smack had given her some added encouragement.

I rose, picking Meghan up as I moved from the couch. She clutched onto my neck, but continued to rock her body against me as her breathing quickened.

I moved over to the kitchen and placed Meghan on the edge of the small table. I placed my hand on top of her shoulders, thrusting my hips upward inside of her. My cock plunged into her depths as she began to continuously scream my name. Her pussy clinched around my cock as she let out a mighty scream. I was getting so close to cumming, but wanted to try and make her orgasm one last time.

I lifted her off the table and she wrapped her arms around me as she tried to catch her breath. I went into her bedroom and flopped her onto the bed, placing her legs upward against my chest. I began to slam my hips into her as I fondled her large breasts with my hands. She closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure as each thrust rubbed inside her.

"I'm so close! Cum in me, Joe! Ohhhhhh yes!" She bellowed as another orgasm began to take control of her body.

It had been since my last day at the beach with Eliza that I had gotten to have a really good orgasm, and it finally caught up to me.

Meghan and I climaxed at the same time, and the powerful orgasm nearly took out my legs. I shot two or three large squirts into her pussy and then pulled out and had another three or four large shots shoot out onto her stomach and pussy lips. I then fell over onto the bed beside Meghan, where she was still moaning from the orgasm that she was having, and shot another few small shots into the air, which landed on my stomach.

We both began to catch our breath when Meghan rolled over and looked at me. Breathing heavily she said, "I should have broken up with my boyfriend a month ago. Oh my gosh was that ever hot!"

I finally began to breathe normally and grabbed a towel off the floor and began to clean my stomach and dick up from the cum that I had sprayed everywhere. Meghan headed to the bathroom to clean up as well.

I went out into the hallway and lay down on my small bed exhausted. Meghan emerged from the bathroom still naked and walked over to my bed.

"You don't have to stay in that awful little bed anymore," she said looking down at me, "I just knew that if you slept with me before that I would want to fuck you. Now that I am single, I don't have any problem with feeling that urge."

I was happy to hear that I no longer had to stay in the tiny little hallway bed. I joined Meghan in her bedroom and laid down on her large king sized bed. It was nice to have some space to sleep, but it was also nice to have someone who wanted to lay with me. The sex had been really hot, but I was mainly relieved to have finally been able to release all of that sexual frustration of the last month.

Meghan cuddle up close to me in bed, I didn't mind it though. Her body was warm against me and was nice to look at up against mine. It took very little time for me to pass out exhausted from the night.

Our rate of having sex increased, as the duration of our sessions decreased. Meghan was becoming satisfied faster from actual sex than she had from the multiple orgasms she would have during oral. The next month featured only a handful of nights where we didn't get freaky, and those were after nights where we had fucked for a long time. The lingerie continued to be shown off, but stayed on her body for a much shorter time.

Meghan had been the loudest person I had slept with yet, but that was a major turn on for me. I loved getting to see and hear how much she enjoyed me inside her.

The final month elapsed quickly, and I was sad when it concluded. Meghan and I had a lot of fun together, as her friendly personality made this assignment seem like less of a job and more just a good time.

The tour ended in Los Angeles, so I was fortunate to not have a long flight home. On the final day, Meghan sat with me on the couch and handed me a check for $200,000.

"I wanted to give you a tip for being such a fun companion over the last two months," Meghan said, "The last month especially has been something I will never forget."

I smiled and shared my appreciation with her as well. Meghan was definitely someone who I wanted to see succeed in life. Her personality made her an easy person to root for. I was hopeful that she would find someone special, so she didn't have to resort to hiring someone like me, but I certainly wasn't going to complain if she ever hired me again.

Meghan said, "There is one last thing that I think you deserve for your hard work the last two months. I want you to head back to my room and pick out something from my lingerie collection to take with you to remember me by."

Meghan led me back to her room and opened up the drawers that were filled with lingerie. I browsed across the collection and finally found the set I wanted to take. I removed a red sheer bra and a matching red thong from the drawer.

Meghan looked confused at me, "I never wore that during our trip. Why would you choose that one?"

"This bra and panties reminds me of the story that you told me about why you collect lingerie in the first place. I imagine that this is what those bra and panties looked like that afternoon in the basement with Billy Martin. To me, these remind me of your self-confidence. I look at these and imagine your gorgeous figure filling these out and being every man's dream. Your confidence is something that is very attractive, and something that I will always remember you by."

She smiled and nodded her head. We said our final goodbyes and I left the tour bus and caught a cab outside the arena. I was headed back home for a couple of weeks before I would be sent out again; but unlike last time, I was excited for the job that lay ahead of me. Meghan had renewed my spirit for the job, and I was jumping for the opportunity to head out again.