When she rose and pulled me to stand beside her, I knew I would find true pleasure with her. I was getting wet just imagining what she had planned.
Her hands went to the tie on my bustier and pulled until it loosened around my breasts. She worked the laces and was very happy when I was bare to her eyes, mouth, and hands.
When she’d feasted on my nipples for a long time she raised her face and asked me quite calmly, “Do you think you could be believable in ripping my clothes off right now?”
I did not need a second invitation. I backed her into the picnic table, and held her against it hard while I stripped the bustier from her, noticing with pleasure that she had no tan lines. She was breathless as I yanked off her skin-tight pants and moaned out loud when I completely ripped away the thong panties she wore.
When she moved to put her hands on my shoulders, I roughly pinned her hands behind her and continued my assault on her breasts. I grabbed her face and gave her no room to maneuver as I sucked, bit, and licked her mouth.
I eventually released her to slip off my bustier and skin the pants from my legs. I wasn’t wearing panties, not even a thong, because the pants clung that close. That had a nice effect on her.
I reached up and unclipped my hair, allowing it to flow down my body. When I came back to her and pulled her roughly against me, our naked bodies met solidly. I bent to grasp her leg behind the knee and lifted one leg as high as my hip against me, grinding myself against her.
Her ass was pressed tight against the table. She’d probably have a mark on her backside the next day. She was moaning and breathing hard, enjoying my sexual dominance.
I groped her body without holding back, nipping and sucking her shoulders and neck while keeping one firm tit in my massaging hand. Her fingers were caught in my hair. My mouth returned to hers and I sucked her tongue, trapping it in my mouth until she caught mine and returned the sucking.
After a few moments I raised my head to look into her eyes. She was hot and her skin was flushed. Her vice-grip on my hair eased off a bit and she smiled.
“That was…very believable, Sarah.” She ran a hand down to my chest and cupped my breast in her palm, flicking the pebbled nipple with her thumb. “You seem to be enjoying yourself as much as I am.”
I kissed her jaw line, nibbling beneath her ear and replied, “Oh, I’m enjoying myself very much. It’s rare for me to get the opportunity to show my rough side…I’ve missed it.”
Her eyes glazed for a moment before she asked, “Would you like to take a swim?”
“I’d love it…come here.” I lifted her easily and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Stepping into the pool with her in my arms, I was happy to discover it was heated.
“You’re not afraid to show strength. I like that. As women, we’re expected to hide that part of ourselves.” She smoothed water over my nipples causing them to tighten further. “I can’t wait to see what else we can do together.” She rolled her pelvis against my waist and my arms clenched her closer.
One of the most memorable things about our first evening was chasing one another around the pool, no holds barred. It was exhilarating to go after her and know I’d have to use all my speed and ability to catch her. She loved it. We were both strong in multiple ways and it showed.
When I caught her the last time, I placed her on the side of the pool and wrapped her legs around my neck as I ate her. Having her at eye level while standing in the water was a unique experience. She was leaned back on her hands with her eyes closed, moaning loudly as I licked every inch of her from ass to clit.
“Oh my God, Sarah…where did you learn to move your tongue like that?” Her breathless tone made me all the more wet and I slid a finger into her pussy, moving it slowly until I found her G-spot. Then I used just the tip of my finger to caress it. She was holding me against her with strong legs and I liked being prisoner.
There was nothing that would have stopped me from making Tria come. Her beautifully defined abs were clenched in expectation of her orgasm and she was slick with sweat now instead of water. Her face was turned to the sky as she moaned with intense pleasure.
When the climax took her, her whole bodied tightened so fast she cracked my back…a first for me, but even that felt great. Tria sat up and lowered her head to look at me. “You know, I could get used to having you around, Sarah. That was fucking wonderful.”
She placed her arms around my neck and I lowered her into the pool. She rinsed her wetness from my face as I circled with her. After a few minutes we left the pool, wrapped towels around ourselves, grabbed our clothes, and headed for the house.
Tria gave me a robe to put on then cut fresh pineapple, cantaloupe, and honeydew into a bowl. We enjoyed it with a fruity dessert wine and talked more.
After we straightened up her kitchen and climbed the stairs to the second floor, the true freak in Tria finally showed itself. In a small changing room off her master bedroom, she’d created her ultimate fantasy place. All four walls, including the inside of the door, were mirrored. Once the door was closed, it was a surreal space.
The only light came from a large skylight overhead. She’d placed candles on small mirrored pedestals around the room and the lighting was perfect. There was a closet that was also mirrored, and inside were shelves of any sexual device, oil, or movie you could ever imagine.
Suspended from the ceiling was a sex swing I would come to know well. The height and mobility allowed access from every angle.
It was not her choice for our first night together. Off to one side of the room was a table. At first glance, it resembled a gynecologist’s examination table…but it was much more versatile. She’d had it custom-made in Sweden and was very proud of the design.
A person could lie on their back, stomach, or side and there was the ability to strap them in from any direction. The height and the slope adjusted as well.
On your back, your feet went into the stirrups and you could be fucked from the front or the top. On your stomach, complete access to being fucked from the rear. The surface extended or retracted to accommodate one person or two…room for four people to fuck or be fucked at the same time.
It was possible to be dominant or submissive but never both at the same time.
One of Tria’s favorite positions was to strap me in on my back and lower the table enough for her to stand with her pussy over my face, unable to move except to eat and tongue-fuck her pussy until she tired of it.
That night, after I slipped off the robe and stood naked before her, she strapped me in on my stomach. My wrists and my ankles were tightly secured. I was completely unable to move. I’d been tied up many times but never with such efficiency and attention to detail.
Tria sat on pillows on the floor beneath the chair and ate me from behind. She feasted on pussy like a man, furiously licking and sucking, stroking two fingers hard in my ass. She made me come so hard I actually became lightheaded.
After she rubbed her dripping face all over my inner thighs, she lubed up a substantial strap-on, stepped between my legs, and slid delicately inch by inch into my ass. When she knew I was adjusted to the fake cock, she began to move. Carefully at first but soon driving fast and deep and hard; her thighs slapping against mine with every thrust.
“How’s that, baby? Nice cock up your tight ass…feels so good, doesn’t it?” She would talk the entire time and it always made me hotter. It also blocked some of the pain and discomfort of the strap-on. “I love to watch your ass clench around this cock…I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” She was always true to her word.
As she would fuck me like this, she’d reach around and play with my clit, always keeping one hand on my ass for leverage. The mixture of pain and pleasure would usually send me into orgasm fast.
“Playing with your sweet pussy…I want you to come for me. You are dripping wet. You like being fucked hard, don’t you? You like having Tria tear your ass up. I’m watching you in the mirror…watching your face as I fuck you. I’m gonna co
me so hard.”
Her strap-on included a dildo that slammed into her with each pump into me. “Feel me burying this cock in your ass? I’ve got a big one shoved up my pussy. I’m fucking both of us at the same time. I wanna feel you come, Sarah. Feel this big cock up your ass, my fingers in your pussy, and come for me…” She could climax several times this way.
One of the sexiest things for me was watching her in the mirror. I swear Calipatria should have been a man the way she worked that fake cock. Rolling her hips and gripping me with strong hands. Standing gave her the perfect traction at the perfect height. Watching her was what usually got me off, especially as I listened to her completely nasty mouth while fucking. It wasn’t the anal sex for me since the size of the strap-on made it uncomfortable more than anything else.
I admit Tria had some roughness in her that didn’t always feel good. Her toys ranged in size from small to ridiculously large but she was willing to take what she dished out. I always gave it back just as rough. She loved anal sex, giving and receiving. I enjoyed it with limits…Tria did not possess limits. She was all about the control.
When she tired of our first game that night, she untied me from the chair and let me move around to get the kinks out. I stretched and relaxed pinched muscles as she cleaned her toy and put it away. My ass was sore and my pussy was raw.
Time for some pay-back.
She never saw me coming when I tackled her to the soft carpeting, one of her dildos in my hand. I used my strong legs to keep hers apart and rammed the toy into her again and again. She struggled to get away – we always played for keeps in our games – but I maintained the control. I had her pinned to the carpet, one hand holding her arms above her.
“You want some of this, Tria?” I asked her. “I think it’s your turn, baby. Time to get well and truly fucked. I’m wielding the power now. Slamming this cock into you. I can kiss you…” I followed this with a sample, “fuck you slow…fuck you fast…” matching my movements to my words, “fuck you soft, but you don’t like that as much, do you? You like it hard…let me do that for you.”
She was sweating again, thrashing her head back and forth. “You better follow through, Sarah, because I’ll fuck you up the ass harder next time if you disappoint me.”
I responded by removing the dildo from her pussy and sliding it, thoroughly wet, into her ass. She sighed in contentment.
“No worries about disappointment, Tria. It is my mission to fuck you until you can’t stand up, much less walk. You like the control, don’t you? Now I have it, and you will come for me, as many times as I want you to. You will feel this cock up your ass and beg me to stop, beg me to keep going. I’ll fuck you so good you won’t know what you want.”
I followed through on my threats, driving the dildo into her ass as I ground our mounds together. I didn’t stop until I’d made her come multiple times. She was weak with exhaustion from pleasure and trying to take back control.
The fake cock was still inside her. When I knew she didn’t have the energy to fight me, I let go of her arms and slid down her body. I ate her while working the dildo in shorter, harder strokes. Her clit was so swollen and sensitive that she came again and again.
“Sarah, oh my god…you’re exactly what I’ve been looking for. That cock in my ass and your mouth on my pussy is unbelievable. Oh, your tongue…there, right there, baby, don’t stop. I can’t come again. It’s too much…I…I’m coming!”
Tria’s hands were face up on the carpet. She was unable to move except for the clenching of her lower body and the cream that eased steadily from her pussy to drip on the floor as I held her through the orgasm that went on and on.
I allowed her to relax for a while before standing and picking her up. I took her to the shower and thoroughly washed every inch of her before tucking her into her bed where she fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.
I returned to her pool and swam laps; feeling more relaxed with every stroke. I climbed in bed with her and slept for an hour or two, completely wrung out.
The next morning, I had a few abrasions from the straps and some serious soreness in my ass, but I didn’t fool myself…it was a turn-on to have a client like Tria.
Most of my clients were soft and sexy but Tria was unapologetically hard and nasty. We enjoyed breakfast together and she asked me if I’d be back. I assured her I would if she was willing to use the swing for our next appointment.
She didn’t disappoint.
There was something about the overall experience with Tria that peaked my curiosity and made me keep her as a client. A pleasant change once in a while, but I would have needed traction if I saw her more frequently.
Chapter Twelve – A New Millennium
December 31, 1999
When Vivienne threw a party, she did not mess around. She provided gallons of champagne, buckets of caviar, and a wait staff that was efficient as well as beautiful.
Every year, she hosted a costume party for New Year’s Eve. She invited her employees, their clients, and various business partners.
For a naughty Halloween bash hosted by one of her clients, I’d gone as a horse and Vivienne went as Lady Godiva. My hair was gathered back to form one long red mane; I was wearing a bustier and a matching tiny skirt that tied across my hips on both sides (really just small flaps in the front and back) made to resemble the texture and color of a palomino. She donned a nude thong and bikini, added hair extensions that flowed to her knees and rode me all night.
Figuratively and literally.
For New Year’s, I was flying solo as The Statue of Liberty…the kind that would make anyone want to come to our shores, even if they weren’t poor, tired, or huddled.
My toga was draped in the right spots and that was it. My crown kept my hair from falling in my face and I wore the cutest laced sandals I’d found in Nine West. My book was the Kama Sutra, my torch a light-up vibrator.
Yes, I realized later it was disrespectful…but it was a hit that night.
Vivienne was paired with Decklan as the Wonder Twins…porno style. They both wore the jumpsuits and kept grinding their pelvises together and shouting, “Wonder Twin powers…activate!” Which meant Decklan would sport a solid hard-on for the next twenty minutes. It was pretty amusing actually and turned a lot of people on who went to find quiet spots to relax.
The other escorts came as Wonder Woman (Paige), a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader (Sonia - I particularly loved that one), a puppy that could make one reconsider bestiality (Rolande), a flower (Ezbeth - all paint, the whole damn thing), and an Indian Princess (Lera).
Lucia was a lovely belly dancer and Vincent was dressed like the guy from Saturday Night Fever. Mrs. Quincy was dressed like Alice from The Brady Bunch. Katie was the Bionic Woman and Max came dressed as Phoenix from the X-Men comics.
Dr. Reynolds was not in costume, but walked around asking all of us if we wanted to play doctor.
It was a chance to mingle and get to know other people, sometimes you lost long-time clients if they met another escort that flipped a sexual switch. For instance, I lost one client who enjoyed role-playing that she was fucking Marilyn Monroe. Sonia fit that role much better than I did.
I introduced them and was happy to never have to wear the blond wig again.
I picked up a couple of new clients…not that I needed them at that point. I was working all the damn time. Thankfully, when there were new clients it was often a one-off because they lived in another state.
I didn’t have time for too many additions. My regulars were very regular.
I was seeing Monica at least twice each month. It was always a surprise to see where our next public engagement would take place, so to speak.
We’d returned to the opera one additional time and our favorite valets had come to watch again. Imagine their surprise when they were invited to sit next to Monica for a front-row seat. I asked them to stroke their dicks and suck her nipples while I ate her pussy.
The three of them came in tandem and everyone
was satisfied. So far, we’d fucked on a public bus, the movies, a football game at Joe Robbie Stadium, several restaurants, a gas station…gross, never again…and a fishing pier.
Tricia was scheduled for once a month but it was steadily becoming a booking for an entire weekend. As long as I maintained most of the dominance and romanced her as I fucked her every way possible, Tricia was sated until our next appointment.
Usually I was pretty exhausted afterwards and needed Paige to rub me down…okay, I wasn’t always sore but she rubbed me so good.
Mona and Matt called whenever they had a free weekend to see if I was available. I saw them at least once each month, usually for several days. They released their inner freaks with me in ways they didn’t or couldn’t in any other area of their lives.
Their latest game was watching one of the classier porns and imitating it exactly. I really enjoyed being with them. During one appointment, Matt asked me to cream myself again like the first time. It was lovely. They made me leave the maid costume on, breasts and pussy exposed, for hours as they pretended to seduce a servant that hadn’t known what she was getting into.
Calipatria became a real favorite. Tight and energetic. I saw her two Fridays a month, and sometimes added a weekend away if she was competing. One trip was to Lake Tahoe where we skied and fucked our way through six rounds of eliminations. She didn’t end up placing but it was a great trip anyway. It was a challenge to keep up with one another; both of us had great stamina. Sometimes I was more sore, sometimes she was…but we always walked away happy.
Vivienne knew how to throw a sensual bash and made sure there were plenty of beds, showers, and private nooks for her guests’ pleasure. Sometimes several guests joined up in one room. People like to watch beautiful people fuck each other…though few would actually admit it.
Vivienne would arrange for video if all parties were willing. A lot of these early works ended up on the Internet a few years later but I’d never knowingly allowed myself to be filmed.
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