Life of an Escort Series Box Set #1–3 + Prequel (Rough play with alpha males, including group play, MFF threesome, domination)

by Anya Aurelie

  Someone needed to be the one to live dangerously. They needed another ice breaker.

  Finally, she reached behind herself, and touched her engorged clit. She was longing to be touched so badly that she couldn't resist. She felt, again, all eyes suddenly on her, as she rubbed and stroked her moist, sensitive pussy. She felt endlessly wet. She got the fragrant juices all over her hand, losing herself in the moment, loving the men watching her.

  She was nearing orgasm when the man who had first let her into the house approached.

  "You can't do that," he said.

  "Why not?” she answered.

  "Because I've hired you to provide pleasure to all of us," he said. "If you get any pleasure yourself, it will be by us and when we say it's okay."

  “Then fuck me,” she said seductively, looking at him from under heavy lids. She couldn’t wait any longer, couldn’t deny her own need. “Because I want to get fucked hard.”

  He seemed to take a minute to catch his breath, staring at her as though he were shocked by what she'd said, and also more than a little bit turned on. He looked like he wasn’t sure whether to punish her for insubordination or to fuck her.

  Finally, he said to her, “Okay.”

  Jenna stared up at him in surprise. “You’re going to fuck me?” she asked.

  “Oh, I'm going to fuck you hard,” he said. "I'm going to fuck you like the little slut you've always wanted to be. I’m going to fuck you like no man ever could.”

  A crowd was starting to gather together now. The men got drunker and bolder now that someone had again shown that it was okay to approach Jenna, and they all wanted to see what this guy was going to do. She could tell that some of them were at the ready, anticipating putting in their own dicks if the need arose.

  Slowly, the young man undid his belt, let his pants drop to the ground, and assertively pushed his boxers to the floor after them. His cock sprung forward, almost hitting her in the face.

  It was huge. It was the biggest she’d ever seen. It strained toward her, throbbing already. She wondered what it would feel like inside of her, if she could take it. It would stretch her wide open.

  He stepped out of his fallen pants and boxers, and then just stood there, watching her. She watched him back, frozen in place, wondering what he was about to do. She was wetter than she had ever been. Now that she’d had a taste of being the party girl, nothing else could ever compare.

  He stepped forward then and slapped her face with his hard cock. It stung, and she looked up at him hungrily. He walked all the way around her body, slapping her with his cock, just hard enough for it to sting but not hard enough to cause any actual pain. She could almost feel its warm impression on her body, the sticky pre-cum leaving light trails on her back and ass.

  Reaching her front again, without a word he pushed his hard cock into her mouth, forcing her lips open around it. He took control, and she looked up at him appreciatively, watching his face contort in pleasure as he took her mouth. He was aggressive, shoving it in and out of her mouth, pushing it down her throat. He took her like he owned her.

  And for that night, he did.

  When she had worked him into a nice, wet lather, he abruptly pulled out of her mouth. Moving back behind her, she felt him positioning himself against her pussy.

  Then all of a sudden, he pushed deep inside her. She was shoved forward with the force of him. She loved it. While he fucked her roughly from behind, one of the crowd of men who was approaching closer and closer in front suddenly pulled his pants down too. She could see that several of them had hard cocks, and she wondered how many of those would also end up inside of her.

  She had no idea what time it was by this point, but could tell that it was getting late. She didn't care. All she wanted was cock. The man who had pulled down his pants and pulled out his erection now inched it into her mouth. She was happy to take cock from both sides.

  They pushed and pulled her, both taking what they wanted at the same time. And then others started taking off their pants too, joining in the fun, a raucous party all centered around her. She felt like the belle of the ball, loving all this attention.

  She opened her legs wider to accommodate the man fucking her from behind. He was so big, and he felt so amazing inside of her. In front of her, two more men were shoving their cocks in her face. Both vied for attention with the one she had in her mouth, shoving cock out of the way with cock to get to her mouth.

  She happily complied, moving back and forth between the three, and giving them equal attention. They all tasted delicious. They were so hard inside her mouth, and they were so furtive in fucking her throat. They went deep inside of her throat, seeming to lose all control, extra excited because of the unusual situation that they weren't sure would ever repeat.

  She felt used, loved being the slutty whore to pass around the party. More and more hands were joining in, and she could feel them grabbing her back, her breasts, her ass, legs, feet. All parts of her were covered in hands and cocks, and sometimes she couldn't even tell what part of their body was touching hers. She loved it all.

  In her pussy, the man who had first brought her into the party was still fucking her hard. He seemed to get more and more into it with the more hands that touched her body. He reached out and grabbed her ponytail, yanking it up as he rode her, controlling her head. He controlled who he sucked, she simply opened her mouth and let herself be used.

  Just when she thought he was nearing orgasm, though, she felt something else. Another man was sharing space with him, and it seemed that they had arranged themselves so that he could have access to her ass while the first man continued to fuck her cunt. She felt the pressure on her asshole, and then he popped his head through and she was being double penetrated by them both in back, while in front the three cocks were still pounding her mouth, and hands everywhere.

  She felt as though she would explode. She began moaning around the cocks in her mouth, so excited about this new development. She couldn't believe that she was so lucky, to be on display for everyone here to use as they wished. Upon hearing her moans of pleasure, some of the men moaned too. It seemed that her pleasure was bringing them pleasure as well, and they were all hurtling together toward inevitability. They were pounding her from all directions, and she could do nothing but open herself up and take it, wanting more, more, more.

  When one of the men in her mouth begin spurning his cum down her throat, she lost it. It turned her on too much. At the same time, she felt warm spurts of cum land on her back and on her tits from a couple of the men standing around her, covering the crusty dried cum from earlier. The warmth felt amazing against her skin, the gooey hot wetness of it.

  She felt her cunt spasm in pleasure with all the cocks going off around her, and as she began her orgasm she pulled the man who was fucking her pussy with her. He had been at the verge of his pleasure already, and as her cunt seized up and grabbed him, he flew over the edge. He filled her tight pussy with his cum, spurt after spurt pouring into her. She felt so stretched open and delightfully used up.

  It was like a cascade of reactions then, everyone so turned on by each other’s pleasure. The other two men in her mouth started to cum as well, and soon her face was covered in cum. Her mouth was full of cum. Her back was covered cum, and her tits, hanging above the coffee table as she struggled to stay on all fours, were dripping with cum. She didn't even know how many men had cum on or in her over the course of the night.

  And as she screamed what she thought were the last throbs of her beautiful release, the man fucking her ass tensed too, and begin to spurt. As he filled her ass with his cum, her orgasm intensified right when she thought it was about to come down. She couldn't believe how many men had used her up all at once, and even more earlier in the night. He groaned and cried out as his balls drained into her ass until there was nothing left.

  As he pulled his softening dick out of her ass, she felt cum drip out of her ass and cunt, and drip from her mouth. She stayed in exactly t
hat same position, all fours on the coffee table, knowing that all the men were watching her. They watched their collective huge loads of cum drip down off of her, onto the table and onto the floor.

  And she loved it too. She had been made their cum slut, the official cum slut of the frat. She hoped it would happen again one day. And she finally got up, the end of the party seemingly marked by the cascade of orgasms, and she knew that she had done a good job.

  Some of the men looked her up and down, and she wondered if they were trying to figure out which bit of drying cum was theirs. She got dressed with every bit of cum still on her body and face, her underwear quickly filling with it as it oozed out of her pussy.

  And then, sore and satisfied, she left the party, collecting her many crisp hundred dollar bills from the organizer on her way out.

  “Thank you for having me,” she said to him as he handed her the cash.

  He smiled at her and said, "The pleasure was all ours."

  "Oh, I doubt it was all yours,” she said, giving him a smile that indicated just how much she had enjoyed being their plaything for the night. He winked at her. She loved that he knew just how much of a slut she was, and she wanted to be sure he knew that she would welcome the opportunity to return anytime.

  Getting into her car, her whole body aching in pleasure, she smiled to herself and let out a satisfied sigh. She really did hope she would be invited back again. She couldn't wait.

  #2: Jenna’s New Client

  (Rough play with an alpha male)

  One day, Jenna got a call from a man she had never worked for before. A friend of hers who was also an escort had recommended that he call her. Her friend did only limited types of services, mostly meeting in hotels, but she knew that Jenna, on the other hand, was up for anything.

  "I'd like to meet you in the mall," said the man, who introduced himself as Brian, over the phone.

  “The mall?” said Jenna, surprised. "Why the mall?"

  "It's always been a fantasy of mine," he said simply.

  She had had clients meet her in public before, of course, but it was usually at bars, where they wanted her to keep her distance but sit on a high barstool with no panties on, slyly opening and closing her legs so that only they could see. Some of them wanted other men to see too. She always liked working those gigs because they made her feel very attractive and wanted, even if they didn’t always end in sex. She wondered if this man was going to ask her to do the same thing. But at the mall? It seemed like an unlikely location for it.

  Assuming this was going to be a sex-free meet-up where he only wanted to look, she asked, “Okay, what part of the mall do you want to meet in?" She was surprised that her friend had turned this gig down. It wasn't really that unusual a request at all. Aside, that is, from the fact that bars were known for flirtation and hookups, whereas malls were not. But everyone had their kink. Who was she to judge?

  "In the food court," he said.

  She wasn't surprised. The food court was a natural location for discreetly flashing someone. She was a little disappointed, though, that they wouldn't be getting away with something in Forever 21 or one of the other clothing shops. She imagined herself standing on her tiptoes, her short dress riding up in the back, revealing her shapely ass, no underwear on. Then again, they could always move to that afterword. The food court was a perfectly fine place to start. She wondered if he would be alone or if he would be watching with friends.

  “Okay,” she said again. "What time works for you?”

  "I'll see you there at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon. In the food court. I'll be the one carrying a large beverage and an ice cream cone."

  An ice cream cone? She almost giggled. She imagined him sitting there licking his ice cream cone, staring at her pussy. It wasn't the sexiest scene she could imagine, but if it was what turned him on, it was what she would do.

  There was just one other question remaining. "Should I wear panties?"

  "Yes," he said firmly.

  She was confused. Most clients who wanted to meet her in a public space like this did not want her to wear underwear. They wanted to be able to see her naked pussy. After all, that was the fun of it.

  She wanted to ask more, but it was her policy not to get too specific over the phone. Although she didn't think this man was a cop — or else her friend would not have recommended him — it could never hurt to be careful. Instead, she agreed to his terms, and they got off the phone with arrangements to meet the next day, a Saturday. The mall would be busy.

  At 2:00pm the next day, she started getting ready. She pulled on sexy black lace panties and a matching bra. It was one of her favorite bras, and it dipped low on her large breasts. Her nipples almost protruded over the tops of the demi cups, almost. Over this, she pulled on a short, tight dress. It was dark olive green, and very low cut in the front, while dipping down just below the bottoms of her ass cheeks in back. It tended to be a client favorite. She wanted to put put on all the charm since he was a new client. She hoped he would turn into a repeat gig, or at least she hoped she would be able to choose whether she saw him again. She never wanted a client to leave not wanting to see her again — even if she ended up deciding not to see him.

  She put on her thinnest, highest heels, which she knew elongated her legs and made her look very sexy. Her legs were perfectly smooth and tanned, and men often complimented her on them. She hoped this man liked nice, shapely legs. She put on a full face of smoky makeup, large, dangly hoop earrings, and swept her hair into an alluring updo. She looked very sophisticated and stylish — a bit too much for the mall, in fact, but she had learned long ago that in this profession, it was better to overdress than to underdress. It was what most of her clients preferred. There were some exceptions, of course, but she was playing the odds.

  Jenna pulled into the mall parking lot and walked inside, excited to meet this new man. Brian. It was always fun to meet a new client for the first time, see what they looked like, and if she was lucky, feel them up and down. She always loved the feel of the new, unfamiliar cock.

  She got there early, sliding into a seat in the food court, and waited for him. She looked around. There were several men there on their own, but it was mostly families. She scanned the room. Of the men on their own, one was eating a basket of fried chicken, so she knew that couldn't be him. Good thing, too, because he was not someone she was interested in fucking or even playing with.

  Another man was sitting reading the paper, checking his watch like he was waiting for someone to return, perhaps from buying new clothes. He looked bored. Again, not likely to be her client.

  And then she spotted him. He was sitting alone, in the far corner of the food court, sipping on a drink from a large paper cup through a straw, an ice cream cone in one hand. It looked like vanilla.

  It had to be him. And she felt so lucky if it was. He was younger than he had sounded on the phone, mid-thirties perhaps, and he was beautiful. He was fit and looked like he spent a lot of time at the gym, and had dark, thick hair, and green eyes that made her smile. It was too bad that he likely only wanted to look and not touch, because she would've liked feeling him inside of her.

  She stood up and strolled over to him, standing in front of him and waiting for him to say something. He glanced up at her, then back down at his drink. Could it be this was not him after all? She always wanted her client to be the one to speak first, so as to establish that she was in control.

  "Hi," she said finally. She hated giving him the upper hand, especially since he was a new client.

  "Hello," he said, looking up again. "You must be Jenna."

  "I am," she said. Extending her hand, she told him, "it's nice to meet you." She sat beside him and they chatted for a few moments about the weather, the traffic, silly things. She was trying to make him feel comfortable with her.

  But he wasn’t having it. He was ready to get down to business.

  "Let me look at you," he said. "Walk around for me. Walk over there to the fa
r end of the food court, then turn around and walk back. Let me see you wiggle that luscious ass."