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Subject: {ASSM} Estella and the Psychiatrist  (Mf, MF, mf, F-solo, FF)
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Estella and the Psychiatrist  (Mf, MF, mf, F-solo, FF)

The following story contains graphic sexual content.
If you are a minor, do not read this story.

Basic Synopsis:  Estella tells her sexual history from her youth
                 (age 11) to current age (23) to a psychiatrist



Estella and the Psychiatrist  (Mf, MF, mf, F-solo, FF)

"Please have a seat," she said to the young woman.  "I'm Doctor
Moore."

The young woman sat down on the love seat.

Thirty-two year old Dr. Ashley Moore did a quick visual evaluation of
her new patient.  The paperwork said her name was Estella Briana.
Estella had light brown hair with a gentle wave and it went down to her
shoulders.  The eyes had just a touch too much eye shadow, but her
clear green eyes shown brightly.   The lipstick was also put on a
little too much.  She had an ample 36C-sized chest.  Her bra pushed her
tits up and together and combined with her scoop-neck shirt drew your
eyes to look at her cleavage.   Her legs seemed long for a woman of
five foot four inches tall.  That was more a product of the short
bluejean skirt she wore.  The skirt only went three inches below her
crotch.  Surprisingly to Ashley, the woman wore flats instead of high
heels.

Just another stupid prostitute in this new stupid reform program thought
Ashley.  As if this program is going to work!

Twenty-three year old Estella Briana looked disapprovingly at her court-
appointed psychiatrist.   As part of her police probation, she was
required to see a shrink.  Estella did a cursory assessment of the
head doctor

Dr. Moore had straight blonde hair, which if it wasn't currently pulled
back on her head, would lay loosely and very attractively half way down
her back.  Her piercing blue eyes were the first thing any man would
notice.  She wore a white blouse with a business woman's maroon-colored
jacket and a matching maroon skirt.  The skirt ended just below her
knees.  Standard pantyhose and respectable black pumps finished off her
appearance.

Just the fucking shrink she was required to see thought Estella.

"So..." said Ashley, opening conversation.  Ashley waited and looked
at Estella.

Time passed silently for twenty seconds.

"What?" finally said Estella, confused.  She wasn't sure what to say.

"Why don't you start by telling me your name?" suggested Ashley.

"Don't you have it on your paper?" said Estella with annoyance.

Great! thought Ashley sarcastically.  She had to play tough.  Just
what I need from a hooker.

"You know the courts require you to be here," said Ashley.  "You're
going to be here once a week for the next few months.  We might as
well be friendly toward each other."

And it's not like I'm making much money off of you!  Ashley didn't
add that.  Ashley Moore had graduated just a year and a half ago.
Soon after, she got the job here at the Stephenson Pyschiatric Group,
as one of the junior associates.  Of the ten doctors in the medical
group, she was the low one on the pole.  This meant the boss, Edward
Stephenson, gave her these crap jobs.  Mr. Stephenson agreed to give
the city a discount when the prostitute reform program was approved.
He then went on to assign those cases to Ashley.  Estella was now
the eleventh prostitute she was working with.  The prostitute cases
where started to crowd out of her schedule normal psychiatric cases.
Ashley looked forward to one day having her own independent practice.

"Okay?" added Ashley.

"I'm Estella Brianna."

"So Estella.  What do you want to talk about?"

"You know why I'm here," answered Estella curtly.

"Estella," chided Ashley.

Time passed by silently again.

"I don't know what you want me to talk about," Estella finally said.
"I like sex a lot.  A lot!  I'd pick up a new guy at one of the
night clubs every night."

"Never the same guy twice?" asked Ashley.

"No, there's always new guys.  There's seven different clubs I go to.
One for each day of the week."

"How much do you charge them?"

"Oh, no.  Free," said Estella with passion.  "I said I like sex a lot!"

"So why were you arrested?"

"I lost my job at Entertainment Video.  I needed a job.  I thought I'd
go ahead and make my job something I'd enjoy a lot."

"So you're a new prostitute?"

"Yeah, I haven't even done a trick, yet.  Got beat up by a pimp the
first night for working his street and then got arrested the second day.
Shitty luck.  My luck has got to get better.  The judge helped me get a
job.  I'm working at a Chicken King.  Doesn't pay much."

"I'd like to talk about your past now, Estella," said Ashley.

What would motivate a woman to have sex with a different man every
night?

"Sure" Estella replied.

"So tell me about your first sexual experience.  Not necessarily
when you lost your virginity."

"Okay," started Estella, "it was at A William Weasel Fun Center.  We
were all there for my friend Emily's birthday.  It was the whole gang,
me and Emily and Kim and Caty and Skye.  We had a lot of fun playing
mini-golf, on the go-carts and with the arcade games."

"How old were you?"

"Eleven," replied Estella, matter-of-factly.

"Eleven?!" said Ashley in shock.  "Sixth grade?"

"Yeah, sure."  Estella shrugged her shoulders.  "How old were you?"

"I'm asking the questions," responded Ashley.

"Well, since we're trying to be nice to each other, I thought it
would be good to act like friends and share two-ways like friends
do," answered Estella.  "Even if weren't not really friends."

I underestimated her thought Ashley.  She's smarter than she first
comes off as.

"Nineteen," said Ashley quietly.

"Nineteen!" shouted Estella.  It was her turn to be surprised.  "You
didn't even give a BJ or a handjob during high school?"

"Nope," replied Ashley, shaking her head.  "I didn't do any of that.
Not until I was in college."

"Are you still a virgin?  scoffed Estella. "Haven't you ever had sex
or fucked?"

"I was just being polite," calmly responded Ashley though a little
anger crept into her voice.

"Call it was it is!  If it's good, it's sex or fucking.  If you're
doing it right, it's always good.  You ever have a good fuck?

"Of course."  Ashley sounded perturbed.

"I'm not so sure.  Why are you hiding your tits under your blouse like
that?  You have big ones.  You should let them stand up more.  You'd
still look professional.  What are they?  38D?  That's bigger than
mine."

"Yes," said Ashley quietly.  She felt a little embarrassed.  She felt
a soft flush on her face.

"Why are you hiding those from men?  Any man would love to fondle
them."

"Okay, Estella," interjected Ashley, suddenly flashing hot hot.
"You've cleverly gotten the conversation on to me.  We're here for you
to talk."

"I didn't mean to," said Estella, "Honest."

"I was playing a game..." started Estella.

*****

The five girls were done with eating the pizza.  Places like William
Weasel weren't there to sell good pizza.  The lame pizza and
over-priced drinks were for extra profit.  The kids were there to play
their games.  The girls were in the arcade section of the Fun Center.
Emily's mom kept a casual eye on them.  Sixth-grade girls were pretty
responsible.

Estella was having a particularly fun time.  She was playing a game
where you blew into a tube and the harder you blew the faster your
sailboat would move in the racing simulation.   Four people could play
at a time.  Kim and Caty played with Estella for a while.  Kim became
discouraged quickly and soon left to play something else and joined
Skye for air hockey.  Some adults decided to play too, but Estella
kept winning.  Caty eventually decided to quit too.  Estella played a
little longer, but without her friends it wasn't as fun.  She soon
decided to stop, so she could rejoin her friends.

"Wow!" said a man.

Estella looked at the man who was in her way.  He was a game repair
mechanic.  The little stiched-on oval on his William Weasel blue shirt
said "Eric".

Eric watched the three girls at the sailboat game.  He had first
noticed that this girl was very good at the game.  He soon noticed
that the girl was rather busty for her age.  He found he couldn't
stop watching her.  He pretended to work on a nearby pinball machine.
He noticed one of her friends leave.   The tall, skinny, twig-looking
girl.  Later her other friend left.  Soon, the girl turned away too.
He moved to be in her way.

"You're really good at that," complimented Eric.

Estella smiled.  She enjoyed praise.

"I bet you could suck the chrome off a tailpipe," Eric said.

It sounded like praise to Estella, but she didn't know what he meant.

"What's that?" she asked.

"It's another fun game that involves blowing and sucking.  I find it's
a whole lot of fun."

"Yeah?" Estella said, sounding interested.

"Would you like to try it?" Eric asked hopefully.  "You can try it in
my maintenance room."

"It's broken?"

"No," laughed Eric.  "I can only bring it out for certain special
people.  Like yourself."

"Okay," said Estella.  She liked being called special.

"This way," said Eric, leading her to his work room.  "What's your
name?"

"Estella," she replied, following.

Inside his room, he locked the door and sat on the edge of his
workbench.  As he spoke, he began to undress.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Eric asked.

"No."

"But there's some guys you like, isn't there?"  He opened his belt.

Estella looked bashful as she nodded her head.

"One thing guys like is a pretty girl like yourself who really knows
how to use her mouth."  He unbuttoned his pants.  "I can tell from
watching you at the game that you could be a girl all the boys would
like.  Wouldn't that be fun?"

Estella had a crossed look on her face between interest and
non-commitment.

"You'd like it if one of the boys you liked asked you out or
something, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah," Estella said, softly.  She felt embarrassed about talking
about boys because she'd never had a boyfriend.  Emily, Caty, and
Skye had gone out with a boy.  Caty had even kissed one.  All five
of the girls thought Troy was the cutest boy in school.

Eric slowly unzipped his pants as quietly as possible hoping not to
distract her.

"Guys have something they like girls to suck on.  Have you heard
the phrase 'suck cock'?"

"Suck dick?" she asked.

"Same thing."

"Isn't that a..."  her words floundered, "...a putdown.  You know,
'you suck dick'"

"Not at all," Eric replied.  He slipped his thumbs into his underwear
and slid them down along with his pants.  "It's something very fun."

His dick appeared before Estella's eyes.  She was surprised by how
big it was.  The couple of times she saw her Dad going pee when he had
forgotten to close the door, his dick was not that big.  Her Dad's
dick was soft too.  This dick looked hard and stood upright.  Dad had
to hold his dick.

"Why don't you come on over here and suck on it?" Eric asked.  "After
watching you with the sailboats, I thought you'd be good at this."

Estella heard him, but she just stood there and said nothing.  She
was mesmerized by his dick.  She simply stared at it.

"What are you thinking, Estella?" he asked.

The use of her name brought her partly out of her trance.  The idea
that a guy peed out of that seemed yucky, but Estella remembered Kim
talking about her going into her sixteen-year old brother Tim's room.
Kim saw Tim's girlfriend at the time's mouth over his dick.  Kim had
mentioned that her brother seemed to like it, but the five girls had
just giggled about it and said they'd never do such a thing.  It was
a good laugh for two weeks.

"Why don't you see how good you are at it?" said Eric.  "The sailboat
game is one thing, this is even better."

"What do I do?" she asked.

Eric smiled big.  Really big.  His heart felt very happy.

"Get on your knees in front of me and just take it into your mouth.
Pretend it's a popsicle with your tongue."

Estella did as he suggested.  She got down on her knees before him
and reached out and grabbed his dick.  When her hand wrapped around
it, she was surprised to discover how warm it was.  She opened her
mouth and moved her mouth over it.  Her tongue touched his dick and
it jumped inside her mouth.  Frightened, she backed her mouth off and
looked up.

Eric laughed.  "That's okay.  It moves like that when it feels good."

Satisfied with the answer, she put her mouth onto him again.  She
closed her lips closed around his shaft and her tongue began to lick
his dick.

"That feels good," he encouraged.

Eric let her continue as she was for another minute.  He noticed
she was getting a little tired.

"Bob up and down on it," he instructed, "so that it's coming in and
out of your mouth."

Estella started to move her head up and down.

"Like this?" she asked.

"Yes, but make your lips a little tighter.  It feels really good
to me when your lips rub against my cock."

Estella noticed he called it a cock again.  Was that the same as a
dick?

Estella found his dick warm in her mouth even though her mouth was
warm itself.  It was a interesting combination of hardness and
softness.  The skin was still soft, but as a whole the dick was hard.
There was also the interesting different textures of the head of his
dick versus the shaft of his dick.  He'd also respond differently
when she touched the head or the underside of his dick.  A stickiness
was growing inside her mouth.  Interestingly, it was coming slowly
out of his dick.  It wasn't pee.

Eric could feel some stirring in his loins.  "Oh, that feels good.  I
knew you'd be good at this game.  You're going to make me cum."

Estella didn't know what he meant "to come", but she was enjoying
this game.  She was intrigued by how much power she had over him.
When she did certain things with her mouth, lips or tongue, he'd groan
in a certain manner.

Suddenly, he groaned out loud and Estella felt his dick twitch inside
her mouth.  Just as sudden, she felt a warm sticky substance spurt out
of it.  It hit the back of her throat and she gagged.  Her mouth
opened and released the tight seal on his dick.  Another bigger spurt
covered her tongue.  A strong, salty flavor overpowered her senses
and she backed away.  Another spurt hit her nose, followed by a
weaker one that hit her neck.

"That was great!" Eric said.

Estella choked and coughed.  The taste was strong.  Her first thought
was that he had disgustingly peed in her mouth, but this was totally
different.   The stuff just clung to the insides of her mouth.

"Just swallow," Eric said, noticing her coughing.  "It's the fastest
was to get it out of your mouth."

Estella had spit out a little clump, but she then followed his advise
and swallowed.  That indeed did take care of a large part of it.

Eric stood up and came back with bottled water and some paper towels.

"Here," he said offering it.

Estella gratefully took the water.  She swished the water around her
mouth several times and cleaned out her mouth with each swallow.

"Let me help you clean up," Eric said after she was done.  He tore
off a few towel and wiped off her nose and then her neck.

"I guess you didn't realize I guy came when you do a really good
job sucking on his cock," Eric said with a chuckle.

She shook her head 'no'.

Eric reached down and started to pulled his undershorts and pants up.
Estella noticed his dick was soft now.  It was more like her Dad's
dick.

"Did you like that game?" he asked.  "I sure liked it a whole lot.
I think you might be the best who's ever played with me.  You're good.
You're a natural.  All the guys at school will love you when they
know you can do this."

Estella heard the word "best".  She flashed through her mind a quick
recap of the events.  The dick had felt good in her hand.  She liked
the warmth to it.  She liked how he responded as she moved her mouth
on it.  She didn't much like the strong flavor when he came, but it
wasn't so bad.  It was sort of like the first time she had tasted
that beer.  It was awful.  But she sort of like the taste of some
beer now.

"It's sort of like beer," Eric said.  "You got to get used to it."
He looked at the young girl.  "Well, I'm sure you haven't had beer,
yet."

She reached up and grabbed his balls in her hand before his
undershorts covered them up.

"Hey, there," he said in surprise.

Her hand slowly tightened around them.

"What are you doing?"  he said with nervous awareness of the pressure.

"I want to see something," she replied.

With her other hand, she lifted up his limp dick and put it back in
her mouth.

"We don't have time for more," Eric replied to her action.  He would
love to do it again and it was exciting to him that she wanted to do
it again, but he needed to get back out there or risk getting fired.

"I'll bite if you don't let me do this!" Estella responded petulantly.
Her teeth lightly pressed around his dick and held it.

With that remark, Eric thought she sounded like a spoiled girl throwing
a little tamper.

Estella started to suck on his dick.

Eric would feel frequently feel her teeth as she forced him to stay in
her mouth.  He realized he wasn't the one in control of this encounter.
She was.  He had underestimated her.

Estella felt his cock start to harden and grow in her mouth.  She had
wondered if she could make his dick hard again and she was pleased to
find out she could.

"Estella, you need to stop," he only half-pleaded, "I need to get back
to work."  His other half was caught up in the eroticism and wanted her
to continue.

She ignored him and continued to suck his dick.  She tried some
movements she hadn't tried the first time.

Eric groaned loudly as he felt her tongue sweep over the tip of his
cock.  This girl was incredibly good.  He was going to come again
soon.

Abruptly, her hands were off his balls and then his wet cock was
exposed to the air.  His balls felt tight and constricted and needed
release again.

Estella stood up.

"What are you doing?" Eric said in panic.

"You said you needed to get back to work."

"You can't leave me with blue balls!"

Estella didn't know what he meant.  She turned, unlocked the door,
and stepped back into the arcade room.  Estella went to the bathroom.
She noticed a little white spot on her lip.  She washed her face
thoroughly.

"There you are!" said Emily as Estella came out of the bathroom.  "We
want to all do bumper cars."

"Okay," said Estella.  It sounded fun!

When the girls finally left to go home, Estella did notice that Eric
seemed to walk funny.  As if he was in pain.

*****

"So," said Ashley after Estella had finished her story, "he molested
you."

"No!" protested Estella, "not at all.  I didn't have to do it!"

"But he tricked you," said Ashley.

"If I didn't want to try it, I wouldn't have done it.  I came back
three months later, but he got a job somewhere else repairing washing
machines.  I wanted to do it again."

"But he was a grown man," insisted Ashley, "he shouldn't have..."

"Look!" said Estella, a little angrily.  "You're trying to portray
me as some poor victim who's life was messed up when I was a little
girl.  Not so.  I've always made my own choices.  Giving the repairman
a blowjob sounded fun and it was fun.  I have no regrets.  It's a
good first memory.  Didn't know it was called a blowjob then, but so
what.  I enjoyed it and wouldn't take it back."

"Okay," said Ashley in conciliation.  She looked at the clock.  "We
ran a little late this evening, but your my last appointment so that's
okay.  I'll see you next week."  She stood up and stuck out her hand
in friendly gesture.

Estella stood and looked at it.  She was still peeved at the her.
Estella shook Ashley's hand.

"Bye," Estella said.

"Good-bye."

"Estella?"  Ashley called out when she was nearly at the door.

Estella turned her head.  "Yeah!"

"Promise me you want go to the nightclubs this week."

"Sure I promise."

Ashley smiled.  If she could accomplish one thing this week, a break
in Estella's sexual routine would be a great step forward.

*****

Ashley headed to the bathroom after Estella was gone to relieve
herself.  As she sat on the toilet and released, she noticed her clit
was swollen.  She gently touched it with her finger and gasped.  That
felt really good.  Certainly, she wasn't aroused by Estella's story?
Ashley exhaled a soft moan as she rubbed it slowly.  Or was she?  It
had never felt so good rubbing her own clit.  Could it be?  This felt
really good!

"Are you okay?" came a woman's voice.

It was Lori, the 20-year old office receptionist.  Ashley realized she
must have moaned too loud.

"I'm okay," yelled Ashley from the stall.

"Dr. Moore?  Are you sure?"

"Yes" said Ashley.  Just go away, she thought.

"It sounded like you were in pain."

No, it definitely wasn't pain, Ashley chuckled to herself.

"Why don't you go look at your own pussy!" said Ashley.  "Why do you
want to see mine?"

"You don't have to be rude!" said Lori in disgust.

Ashley heard the door close.  Lori was always just a little too prim
and proper for her.  It was no longer arousing to touch her clit, so
stood up and finished her personal business.

*****

Estella chose her slinky black dress for the nightclub tonight.
Spaghetti straps, plunging cleavage, dress hem just barely past her
black panties.  She was a vision.  And she knew it.

She'd danced with a couple of fellows already and as expected they
wanted her, but they were too similar to guys she'd fucked during the
previous week.

She spotted a man sitting at the bar drinking a soda.  His two buddies
had clasped him on the shoulder in some strange male ritual and then
went off toward a group of four women.  The women were instantly
annoyed by the arrival of the two men.

Estella thought he was a handsome man.  Not that looks mattered too
much to her.  Still, he was handsome to her.  He had the hair and
eyes of a Matt Damon, but the chin and gangliness of Jim Carrey.  Yes,
an odd combination, but something to her that looked sensuous and fun.

"Buy me a 7-Up too?" she said, sitting on the stool next to him.

He turned to her and gave her a quick glance up and down.  She was
used to the men's eyes focusing on her chest as they looked to see
if they could see more that just the sides of her tits.  It was
plenty revealing, but there was no nipple action.

"Sure," he replied.  He motioned to the bartender and indicated to
give her the same he was drinking.

"Designated driver?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said, morosely.

"I bet you're funner when your sober."

He didn't respond, but he looked interested in her.

The bartender brought over the drink and he paid him.

"Estella," she said.  She took a swallow of her soda.

"Rob," he answered.  He had trouble believing how pretty she was.
And she was talking to him plus she wasn't drunk!  The pretty girls
never talked to him unless they were drunk.

"You don't look too happy," she said

"I don't like being the designated driver," Rob answered.

"Am I attractive?" she asked in non-sequitor.

"Yeah," said Rob, startled by the question.  Damn right, she was
attractive!  He felt his cock stir.

"Look at your buddies," Estella said, turning on the stool and taking
a sip of her drink.

Rob turned.  His buddies were standing together on the floor.

"Just standing there, not talking to any women and looking gay," said
Estella.

She turned back and looked at him.  Rob turned and felt compelled to
look into her green eyes.  He knew he was staring which alaways scared
women away but he couldn't help looking.  He couldn't turn away.

"Now aren't you glad you're here?" asked Estella.

He nodded.

"Do I look pretty?"

"You're very pretty," he answered.  "You're beautiful."  His eyes
briefly shifted down between her legs.  She had shapely legs, but
how she was sitting didn't allow a peek under her short dress.

"What's my best feature?" she asked.

"Your eyes," he said without hesitation.  He gazed into her eyes
and smiled warmly.  This woman was actually coming on to him, wasn't
she?

"I thought it was my tits," said Estella.  She lifted her breasts.
She watched his eyes follow her movement.  She smiled inside.

Rob suddenly found it very uncomfortable to sit.  He needed to adjust
his cock in his pants, but you don't just reach down and move it while
your sitting in front of a beautiful, hot-looking woman you just met
ten minutes ago and is showing an interest in you.

Rob stammered.  "Uh...um...they look very nice."  He felt embarrassed
as he realized he just subconsciously licked his lips.

"Want to drive into me instead of driving your buddies home?"

What? he thought.  Did she say what I think she said?  He looked over
at his buddies.  He turned back when he felt her hand on his crotch.

"Let me adjust that for you," Estella said.  She pulled and pushed on
it through his pants.

Rob lifted up a little.  It was more important to him to relieve the
pain than any embarrassment of seeing her grab his crotch in public.
Estella pushed his cock until it was moved upright.

As if she was reading his thoughts, she spoke, "Would you rather
worry about your buddies getting home safely when they can just take
a cab home or would you rather go to my place and fuck me?"

Rob stood up, grabbed his car keys off the counter, and reached out
his hand.  Estella took his hand and they left the nightclub.


"Unhhh!" Rob groaned, as he pushed back into her pussy.  He loved
how she squeezed his cock inside her.  He'd never felt anything like
it.  His naked body was covered with sweat.  He'd never lasted this
long before.  His cock must have been stroking inside her pussy for
almost an hour.  He'd been close to coming several times, but she in
someway sensed it and held him back.  That was okay with him.  She
felt so wonderful  He wanted to stay inside her forever.  He
continued to thrust.

Estella panted underneath him.  His cock was thin and long.  His cock
wasn't the longest that had ever been inside her, but it seemed to
penetrate deeply and pressed against just the right erotic spot inside
her pussy.  She wrapped her legs around him and tried to press him
deeper and deeper inside her.  It was starting to take some effort
not to come.  When she came, she knew she'd lose control and he'd
come soon after.  She loved sex for the process and not the end
result.  She wanted the good feelings to last as long as possible.
She was happy that he appeared to be in agreement with her and he
didn't force his orgasm.

Estella felt his hand on her sweaty tit as he lifted it up and took
her nipple into his mouth again.  Her tits were soaked from a
combination of perspiration and his tongue.  He squeezed her tit and
she felt herself getting close again.  She shifted her hips even
higher and his cock started to rub the top of her pussy inside.
His body pressed down against her clit with each thrust now.

When her body shifted, Rob's thrusts became longer and harder and
penetrated straight down into her.  It felt like his cock was going
even deeper inside her.  He started to pick up speed.  His cock moved
faster and faster inside her.  Like a runaway freight train, he
couldn't stop any longer.

His cock touched that spot inside her.  That spot that drove her
crazy.  Maybe there really was no "G" spot, but her body
correspondeded to where people said it was.  She felt his cock spasm
and it slammed against the inside of her pussy.  His body's movement
stopped with his cock full inserted into her.  He started to cum.
The pressure of his body against her clit pushed her higher and
higher.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she cried as her orgasm washed over her body.  He
grunted and she felt him empty his cock's contents into her body.

As Rob rested upon Estella with his cock slowly deflating and
slipping out of her pussy, he thought about his buddies.  Damn!
They'll never believe I had such a hot woman.  And that we fucked for
a full hour before either of us came.

"That was wonderful!" praised Estella.

*****

"So how was your week?" asked Ashley.

"Good.  I had a good week," answered Estella.

"Did you work the streets?"

"No."

"Good.  And stayed out of the nightclubs?"

"No.  I went to my different nightclubs."

"Estella!" scolded Ashley. "You told me you'd stay out of them!"

"I lied," said Estella, shrugging her shoulders with indifference.
"I told you what you wanted to hear.  I think I mentioned last week
that I like sex a whole lot."

"I think it's important that you listen to my advise.  I'm here to
help you."

"I think you shouldn't be so uptight about sex," responded Estella.

"I'm not uptight."

"Yeah, right," said Estella with sarcasm.  "When's the last time
you had sex?"

Ashley ignored the question though she instantly knew it had been
two years.

"Tell me about your next memory," she asked.  "You told me about
the William Weasel guy last week."

"Well, after that," began Estella, "I didn't do anyting until I was
twelve.  Seventh-grade.  David Waters asked me to go to the movies
with him.  He wasn't Troy, but he was still pretty cute.  You know
how it is at that age.  Everything is puppy love, but you think it's
the real thing.

*****

Estella was bored.  She had been excited to go to the movies with
David Waters.  She'd gone out with a couple of other boys, but none
as cute as David.  She sat next to him in math class.  He'd seemed
fun.  Unfortunately they were in a near empty theater watching "Robo
"Mechanized Warbots".  A completely stupid movie.  She'd tried to move
closer to him but he seem disinterested in her.

She looked around the darkened theater.  She could see maybe ten
heads.  She lifted the armrest and laid her head in his lap.

David briefly looked down at her.  If she was tired that was okay.  He
returned his vision to the movie.

Estella laid quietly for about five minutes.  She turned her head to
look up at him, but he didn't even look down when she moved.

David didn't notice her until he felt her hand on his dick through
his undershorts.  He was surprised to see his jeans unzipped and
opened.

"What are you doing?" David said, annoyed that she was distracting
him from the movie.

Estella raised up and David relaxed.  He didn't have any experience
with girls and all his friends seemed to already have kissed girls.
Some even with their tongues.  He felt a tug on his pants.

"Stop," David said, quietly.  She was becoming very bothersome.  She
was now on her knees in front of him.  He was surprised when his jeans
slipped down a little.  However, before he could pull them back up,
Estella had pulled down on his undershorts and his dick was now
exposed.  He immediately felt scared that he'd get in trouble.

Estella slapped his hand away from his pants.

"Shhhh!" he said.

She could tell he was afraid of getting caught.

Estella took his limp dick into her hand and put her mouth over it
and began to suck and lick on it.

Wow!  That felt incredibly good, thought David.  He instantly was
no longer very interested in the movie.

Estella felt his dick harden in her mouth.  She hadn't done this
since her first time with the arcade game repairman.  This dick was
smaller, but David was still a boy.  She quickly had David groaning
and she liked that.   She licked up and down his dick on all sides
and teased the head with her tongue.  She started to bob up and down
on it.

"Oh," the boy moaned.  This felt soooooo goood!  He raised his hands
and rested them upon the back of her head.  They moved as her head
moved up and down.

Estella could sense he was close.  She began to suck and bob on his
dick harder.  She pulled on it with her lips.

"Nnnnnnn," he moaned and felt his dick spurt and then spurt several
more times.

The initial spurt caught Estella by surprise and she briefly gagged,
but she recovered quickly and sank her mouth over his dick so it
released in the back of her throat and let her swallow easily.

Estella pulled up on his briefs and wiped her mouth on it to remove
cum residue.

"You should pull your pants back up," Estella told him.

David looked at Estella in disbelief.  He absent-mindedly redressed.
His mind was having trouble processing what just happened.  He wasn't
sure if he believed it.

Estella reached into her purse and pulled out her compact.  It had
a lighted mirror and she looked at her face.  She pulled out a
tissue and wiped a spot she missed.

David thought this was the most incredible thing that ever happened
to him, yet she seemed to act as if it was ordinary.  David tried to
watch the end of the movie, but he kept glancing over at Estella.  It
was as if he had to make sure it wasn't a dream and she was still
there.  She was reapplying her lipstick.  She acted as if it hadn't
even happened.  This was important to him.

"That was great!" he finally said.

"Thanks," Estella said, looking over at him.  She smiled.

"You got some...um...er....in your teeth."  He pointed.  He couldn't
bring himself to say it.

"Thanks," she looked back into her lighted compact and wiped her
teeth with her finger.

"Um...Estella..." he stammered.  You could see the redness of his
face even in the darkness.  "Could I touch your tits?"

Estella thought about it.  The arcade guy hadn't done it.  This would
be a first for her.  Why did boys like tits so much?  She'd just given
him a blowjob and yet he wanted to touch her tits.

"Do you like them?" she asked.

"Yeah," David said a little too excitedly.  "You have big ones...I
mean yours are bigger than the other girls in our grade."  He felt
foolish.  "I like them big," he finally said plainly.

"Okay," said Estella with slight reservation, "but only on top of my
shirt."

"Sure!" said David excitedly.  He turned and reached over.  Estella
leaned in toward him.

David put his hands on top of her shirt over her tits.

"Gentle," Estella said.  She felt like she was being mauled.

David forced himself to become slower.  Her tits were springy when
he squeezed them.  They felt even bigger than they looked under her
shirt.  He felt his dick getting hard again.

Estella found it arousing to have his hands squeeze her tits.  And
it was a wonderful feeling that he liked her.  She closed her eyes
to eliminate distraction and just felt the sensations of another's
hands on her tits for the first time.  She had a strange feeling.
It was as if she had lost a little bladder control, yet she knew it
wasn't that.  It was moisture trickling from her pussy.

"Gentle," she repeated.  He was trying to push her tits together, but
her bra prevented that.  He went back to squeezing.

The house lights came on.  David released not only had he missed
the end of the movie, but even the credits too.  Not that he cared
about the credits.  He didn't really care that much about how the
movie ended right now either.

About a week later, Estella found herself frequently being asked out
including by eighth graders.  At first, she couldn't figure it out,
but then she realized David had talked.  She didn't mind.  She got to
go to the movies all the time.  She *saw* "Wayne's World" probably 15
times.  She also had to suffer through "Home Alone 2" several times.
She'd just spend the whole time sucking dick during movies she didn't
like.  It took David two more times to finally see the rest of Batman
Returns.  She liked the movie "Aladdin" and boys discovered she
wouldn't *play* during the movie.  But after a while, she got tired
of that movie too and the boys got what they hoped to get - a
sucked-off dick.  By the end of the school year, Estella was letting
boys put their hands directly on her tits.  She never took her shirt
or bra off, but she'd let the boys practice undoing her bra.  Their
hands would then go under her shirt and lift up her bra and start
squeezing her tits and pushing them together and generally playing
with them like boys like to do.  And she liked very much that they
liked playing with her tits.  It also pleased her that she had the
biggest tits in the seventh-grade.  Some girls hadn't even started
yet.

*****

"So how many different boys did you do during the seventh grade?"
asked Ashley in astonishment.

"Oh, I don't know," said Estella, "at least fifty, maybe closer to
seventy-five.  Why? Is it important?"

"No," said Ashley.  "I was just curious."

"I really had a good time," said Estella.

"So your parents let you go out all the time?" asked Ashley.  "Weren't
they concerned?"

"I never met my sperm donor and my mother always worked two jobs to
keep food on the table for me and my sister."

"Younger sister?"

"Older.  Irena was killed in a drunk driving accident when she was
sixteen.  She didn't teach me anything about sex if that's where
you're headed.  We stayed out of each others business. "

"Oh." said Ashley solemnly.  "Tell me about your mother."

"Not much to say.  Never would say anything about my father or Irena's
father.  I moved away as soon as I graduated from high school.  She
didn't mind us going out.  She couldn't afford to let us go to the
movies or to dinner or buy us anything, so if a boy took us out, she
thought she was helping us."

Ashley was mildly surprised to hear Estella had a diploma.

"Want to hear about when I gave Jason a blowjob?" Estella asked.

"We're out of time," said Ashley, "Let's move past your blowjobs next
week to your next significant experience."

"Okay," said Estella.  It felt pretty okay talking to the head doc
this time.

*****

Ashley again had to pee after the session with Estella.  Her clit
was swollen again.  She tentatively rubbed it and shivers ran through
her body.  Why did she get so aroused after listening to Estella?  She
wasn't this way after listening to any of the other prostitutes she
was counselling.

She stopped and squatted down and looked under the stalls.  No feet.
She was alone.  She rubbed her clit in earnest and started to breath
harder.  It felt so good!  She rubbed it hard with her index finger
and felt the sensations rise in her.  Soon, that wasn't enough feeling
and she rubbed her index and middle finger on each side of her clit.
She began to pant and she knew she was getting close.  Just a little
bit more.

Vaguely Ashley heard the bathroom door open, but she was too focused
on her task.

"Hello?" came a voice, "Are you okay?"

Hell!  It was Lori again!  What awful timing she had.

Ashley stopped her movement.

"I'm okay," Ashley responded in ragged breath.

"Dr Moore?"  Lori was surprised it was her again.

"I'm okay," repeated Ashley.  Please, Please, Please Go Away she
pleaded in her mind.  Just a couple more minutes is all I need.

"You know if you're embarrassed about a venereal disease, I can
help," said Lori.

What? thought Ashley.  What is she talking about?

"I can go with you if you want.  If you want a friend for support.
The clinic is confidential."

"I don't have VD!" said Ashley, angrily.

"Dr. Moore, can I call you Ashley?"  NO! was Ashley's unvoiced
response.

"I just want to help.  I'm your friend," said Lori.

"Why the fuck do you think I have VD?" yelled Ashley.

"Please," said Lori.  She always felt uncomfortable with swearing.
"I'm sorry.  I heard you panting as you tried to pee.  I imagine
it burns completely awful."

Aw!  Ashley understood.  "It's just cramps and diarrhea," she lied.

"Oh," said Lori.  "Okay."  She didn't believe her, but she felt it
was no point to argue with her.  "If you need a friend or any help
don't hesitate to ask me.  I'll be there for you."

GO AWAY! Ashley screamed in her head.

She spoke without thinking first. "Do you want to lick my pussy?
Is that what you want?"

"Ashley!" said Lori in shock and dismay.

"You know Mr. Stephenson would probably give you a raise if you
unbuttoned your blouse some." continued Ashley. "And damn!  Get
yourself one of those wonderbras.  You could use the help!"

"Mr. Stephenson is a married man!" countered Ashley.

"He'd still like to see some cleavage on a pretty girl.  He ain't
dead.

"I'm not that kind of girl!" yelled Lori.  She'd never felt so
angry.  "But like I said I'll help you if you need it."  Lori left.
Once she back to her desk, she realized she still had to go to the
bathroom.  However, she'd didn't want to go back in right now.  She
squirmed in her seat and tried to think of something else.

Ashley again had lost her arousal because of Lori.  When she came
out of the bathroom, Lori rushed in past her.  I should have taken my
time, laughed Ashley.

*****

"Come on in," said Ashley.  She was surprised how much she looked
forward to her session with Estella.

Estella stood up from the couch in the waiting room.

"Your receptionist get a boob job?" asked Estella, at the door to
Ashley's office.

Ashley looked over.  She spent as little time as possible interacting
with Lori.  Ashley smiled softly.  Lori's tits stood up higher on her
chest and an additional button was undone at the top of her blouse.
Still modest apparrel, but at times when Lori moved there was peekaboo
with her cleavage.

After the greeting formalities, Estella continued talking about her
past.

"I lost Kim as a friend during the seventh grade.  A lot of girls
lost their boyfriends that year.  Too many girls at that age think
they were going steady.  In hindsight, I'm sure most of them think
it's pretty stupid to think a twelve-year old is in true love.  Kim's
boyfriend was one of the many boys who liked me.  Sort of strange,
since she saw her brother Tim getting a blowjob once.  I lost Emily as
a friend for a while too, but she gave Brett a blowjob over the summer
and they were together again at the start of eighth grade."

"I guess it's the right time to tell you about Cutter."

"Cutter?"

"His name was Curtis but everyone called him Cutter.  If you called
him Curtis, he'd beat you up.  He'd even slap a girl if she called
him Curtis."

"Ow!" commented Ashley.  "Sounds like a mean guy."

"As longs as you didn't call him Curtis, he was fine.  He was a
senior.  He played wide receiver and linebacker on the football team.
It's been a long time tradition at my high school that the whole
team goes to a drive-in with dates after the season is over.  I
think they only won four games that year.  They didn't go to the
playoffs.  So Cutter and I..."

*****

Cutter sat at the dining room table eating a sandwich after school.
He looked over into the living room.  His sister Caty and a girlfriend
were sitting on the couch.  From where he was, he couldn't make out
what they were watching.  Not that he cared about that.  He's was
watching Caty's friend.  She was very pretty and very busty for her
age.  Much bustier than Caty's other girlfriends.  His own sister was
decent tit-wise.  He'd peeked at Caty and seen her young flesh.  Caty
seemed small compared to this girl's tits.

When the girl left, Cutter asked his sister about her.

Caty answered "Estella." "Yes, she's thirteen just like me.  Yes,
she's allowed to date.  She's not seeing anyone steady, if that's what
you mean, but she's had plenty of boyfriends."

"Can you help me meet her?" Cutter asked

"Estella?" said Caty.  Was her brother actually interested in someone
her own age?  She wasn't even in high school yet.

"Yeah," said Cutter.  Like any older sibling, you hated to ask the
younger one for favors.

"I guess so," said Caty with surprise in her voice.

"Thanks," said her brother.

At school the next day, Caty talked to Estella during the lunch break.

"I think my brother likes you," Caty told her.

"What?" said Estella in confusion.  Wasn't he a senior?

"I think he'd like to go out with you."

"Cutter?"  Estella was in mild shock.  It was very exciting to think
a senior would like to go out with her.  When she started to high
school next year, he'd be graduated.

"Come to my house again after school today, if you can."

Of course Estella could.  Her mom was at work.  Plus she didn't care.
Someone else would feed her if she was at someone else's house.

It had been a disappointing year for the Tigers football team this
year.  They missed the playoffs for the first time in three years.
However, absolutely nothing stopped the after the football season
December celebration.  The tradition had been going on for
twenty-five years now.  So forty cars were at the drive-in theater,
each car contained a member of the football team and his date.  All
twelve of the cheerleaders were there with whoever their date was.

Estella and Cutter had been going out for two and a half months now.
It was exciting to hang out with all his friends and all the older
girls.  She felt grown up.  She tried hard not to act superior to
the girls her own age.  It did put a strain on some of her friendships
and Caty was the only one who stayed real close.  Estella had no qualms
answering Caty's personal questions and Caty lived voyeuristically
through Estella.

As Cutter drove his 6-year old Mustang to a parking spot at the
drive-in, Estella saw 16-year old Starry, Skye's older sister who
was a sophomore making out with Kevin.  Kevin was just a back-up
on defense and didn't play much.  It didn't matter how much you
played, all the guys came to the event.

The first movie on the screen was Jurassic Park followed by The
Fugitive.  Not that it mattered.  Both of the movies had been out
forever and there wasn't a guy or a gal who hadn't seen it.

Estella, as often she'd been with Cutter, was in the back seat of
the Mustang.  The car in front of them was the quarterback Todd and
one of the cheerleaders, Michelle.  The windows were all steamed up.
That was nothing strange, she and Cutter had steamed up the windows
plenty of time.  The quarterback's car was rocking though and she
wasn't sure what was going on.

"Estella," said Cutter, and pulled at her.

"I just want to know what's going on?" said Estella.

"They're just having special fun."  Cutter pulled her back down on
top of him.  Their lips joined again and their tongues danced with
passion.  She loved how that made her feel all butterfly-like in her
stomach.  They were both topless.  She'd agreed to be topless for the
first time in a drive-in make out session a month ago.  Estella
discovered she loved the feel of his big hands on her tits.  She
sometimes wondered if they felt like holding a football to him, but
she never asked him.

Cutter pulled her forward and suckled her breast into his mouth.  He
pulled on the nipple and it became hard and erect.  His hands trailed
over her back in sensual massage.  Of the forty girls there, she was
the youngest.  There were only four ninth grade freshmen at the event
and only one was still fourteen.  The others already had turned
fifteen.  Estella probably would have been very flattered to know that
she had the third largest tits there.  Only Wendy, one of the
cheerleaders, and Lorraine who was another senior had bigger tits than
Estella.  All the dads at the football or basketball games secretly
tried to sit near Wendy.  They loved to see this girl's tits bounce
when she did her cheers.

Cutter turned on to his side.  Estella's back was against the back of
the seat.  She was such a good kisser.  As he moved to kiss her tits
again, his hand slid between their bodies and he unbuttoned his jeans.
He then unzipped them.  Once he was done, he took his hand back out
and held her tightly against him.  Her big naked tits pressed tightly
against his bare chest.  Their arms surrounded each other and their
lips pressed hard together.

Estella raised up.  She needed to take a breath.  Many of the cars
were now rocking.  The quarterback's car was still rocking.  Sex!
She suddenly felt stupid.  They were having sex of course.  Even
though anyone could look in to the car and see her tits while she
was sitting up, she wasn't self-conscious about it.  Not that there
was anyone who could see.  They looked like empty cars.  Plus, the
Mustang was pretty steamed up now itself.

Estella felt pulling on her tits and then wet moisture on her left
nipple as he put it in his mouth and his tongue played with it.  She
sunk back down in the seat to take in the wonderful sensations.
Cutter rolled on top of her.  She felt so small underneath him.  At
times, she was keenly aware that she was the shortest of all the girls
that hung around the football players.

Cutter started to kiss her neck and it felt fantastic.  She closed her
eyes and her heart swam with emotion.  He knew how to make her feel so
good.  As Cutter kissed her neck, his hand moved to her pants.  He
deftly unbuttoned her jeans.  In the midst of arousal, Estella was
congizant enough to recognize her zipper was going down.  She started
to try to push him away but then she felt his hand go down her pants.
His hand was on top of her panties and he pressed his fingers on her
pussy.

Estella moaned.  That felt so good.  She stopped pushing at him.  His
fingers found her clit and she shuddered as he squeezed it.  Estella
started to feel so warm as he touched her.  She needed the window
open.  It was suddenly so hot in the car.

She felt his other hand pull at her jeans, but she didn't resist him.
She was aflame in sensation.  She inately lifted her hips which made
it easier for Cutter to pull down her jeans.  She was vaguely aware
that her jeans were below her knees now and she was just in panties.
His hand slipped under her panties and she moaned and her hips
thrusted up when direct skin contact was on her clit. His finger
rubbed directly against her clit and he rolled it.  She moaned and
arched her back in erotic involuntary response.

A few minutes later, she felt her panties being pulled down.  He pushed
at her legs and she spread them as he encouraged her to.  She moaned in
delirium as his finger began to trace her pussy lips.  His finger
outlined her pussy.

"Unnnnnnnn!" she moaned.

He began to pull on her jeans and panties again.  She frustratedly
tried to kick off her clothes.  She just wanted him to go back to
touching her.  In reality, her kicking made it take longer.  At last,
her legs were free.  She opened her legs and the palm of his hand
pressed against her pussy.  His fingers played with her clit.  The
fact that she was on her back now naked on the back seat of Cutter's
car never crossed her mind.

"Yes!" she sighed in happiness.

Now she felt his finger probing between her pussy lips.  He slowly
pushed his index finger into her.

Cutter was suprised to discover how hot her pussy was.  It was the
warmest pussy he'd ever put his finger in.  He'd only had four girls
but still this was very hot.  She was also very wet.  He began to
pull on his own pants and undershorts with his free hand.

It was mentally captivating to feel his finger inside her.  She felt
him slowly push his finger deeper.

"Umph," she groaned, as he pushed against a barrier inside her.  Her
hymen, she knew from sex ed class.

Cutter started to slide his finger back and forth inside her.

"Ahhhh," she sighed after a few minutes.

Cutter needed his hand back.  He pushed down on his jeans and shorts
with both hands.

Estella whimpered as a strange emptyness came over her.

Cutter was cursing as he had trouble taking off his jeans in the
confined back seat.  Estella saw his dick.  Hard and upright.  Big.
Cutter was 17-years old after all.

Cutter climbed on top of her.  Estella tried to spread her legs even
wider.  She felt his dick rest briefly on top of her mound and then
it moved and the head moved toward her pussy lips.

Cutter was surprised when he felt her hand on his cock and she placed
it between her pussy lips.  He pushed in.

This was right.  Estella was ready to give her virginity to him.  She
felt a desperate need for him to be inside her.  She'd never had sex
before yet she knew she needed him.  Needed IT.  Inside her.  She felt
herself opening up to his pushing dick.  It felt a bit uncomfortable,
yet so right and necessary.  She felt herself being stretched and a
dull throb radiated from her pussy and at the same time his dick felt
wonderful as it rubbed inside her as it went in.  How could you have
two such opposite feelings?

"Urff!" Estella exhaled.  She felt his dick press against her hymen.
She felt Cutter's dick draw back and then she heard him grunt as he
pushed forcefully into her.

"Eeee," Estella cried.  She was surprised how high pitched her voice
sounded.  There was a quick sharp pain inside her, but then just as
quick it was gone.  Cutter's dick slid further into her until all of
it was in.  Everything was right in the world.

He started to retreat his dick, but she squeezed her muscles and
clamped down on him and held him fast.

"Unnhh!" groaned Cutter, "You're really tight.  It's okay.  Don't be
afraid."  He wanted her to remain calm.  He slowly try to tug his cock
out of her.

Estella wasn't afraid.  She didn't tell him she was controlling their
sex.  She just immediately loved the feeling of a dick inside he and
didn't want to let it go.

Cutter was beginning to panic.  He couldn't pull out.  She released
him.

"There," he said, triumphantly.  He hesitantly pushed his way back in.
Estella let him stroke inside her.  It felt wonderful.  Every so often
she'd squeeze down on him and hold him in place.

Cutter was grunting frequently with each thrust and the thrusts were
harder now.  The sensation Estella was feeling started to expand
throughout her body.  It built inside her.

"Ohhh!" Cutter grunted unexpectedly and then it was over too soon
for Estella.  She felt him release his cum into her pussy.  Estella
felt frustrated and dissatisfied.  She had almost been to a peak and
now she wasn't going to get there.

Cutter collapsed on her and closed his eyes.  Estella felt trapped
underneath him.  She wanted to get up now.  She was thinking more
rationally now.  Her period was two weeks ago.  The time was right
for ovulation.  She loved her first sexual experience, but she was
now very afraid of the consequences.

*****

"I was two days late that month," Estella told Ashley.  "Those were
the two hardest days of my young life.  Who'd ever thought you'd wish
blood would come out of your body."

Ashley smiled knowingly.  The period was the worst part of being a
woman.

"The very next day I went to the free clinic and got birth control
pills."

"So you ever have sex with Cutter again?" asked Ashley.

"Lots of times," replied Estella.  "That just made us even more
boyfriend and girlfriend.  Three days later I told him 'I need to go
to the movies to get my pussy filled.'  He practically came in his
pants right then."

"You are an agressive woman," comment Ashley.

"Confident," countered Estella.  "I'm confident.  Had my first doggy-
style that night.  Cutter's parents were out on the night two days
later and I knew Caty was at a sleepover at Skye's.  I surprised him
by going to his house.  He opened the door and I grabbed his cock
through his pants.  I asked him where his bedroom was.  He sort of
hesitated.  He backed up but I kept my hand on his cock.  His buddy
Ed was there.  I told Cutter that Ed could watch, but not touch.  You
should have seen Cutter's jaw drop.  Less than a week ago, I gave him
my virginity and now I was letting his friend see me naked.  I made
Cutter lay on his back while I rode up and down on his cock.  I wanted
Ed to see my tits bounce as I fucked Cutter.  I could tell Ed enjoyed
it.  I came for my first time too.  I came loud.  I think I scared
them both."

Estella couldn't stop chuckling now.  "Those were great, stupid,
wonderful, ignorant, naive times.  I'd never trade them!"

"You like sex," answered Ashley.

"Exactly! crowed Estella.  The doctor was getting it!

Time was up.

Estella stood up and hugged Ashley.  Ashley never returned the hug
of  any of the other prostitute clients.  What was so interesting
about Estella?  No.  That was a stupid question.  Everyone else was a
runaway who got into prostitution to make a living.  Estella didn't
actually want to make a living as a whore.  She just liked sex.  So
she said.  She just wanted to live a simple life where she could have
sex every night.  Was that so bad?  Doubts crossed over Ashley's mind
until rationality took back over.  You can't live that way!

Ashley locked the door behind Estella.  It felt like she had to pee
again, but she was going to wait this time.  She sat back in her
chair.  She lifted up her dress and sat back down.  She pulled down
her panties.

"Aaaaahh", she said throatily when she touched her clit.

She started to rub it.  She closed her eyes and moved her fingers
over it faster and faster.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned.  She dipped her finger inside her pussy and
when she pulled it out, she spread the lubrication on her clit.
She rubbed her clit hard and fast now.

"Oh, yes," she repeated again and again as her fingers worked
furiously on her clit.  She was starting to feel as if she was
floating.

"AAAAAAAAWWWWWWWW!" she cried, as she came.

She tried to catch her breath.  It was ragged and hard.  Wow, that
felt good!  She tried to pull up her panties, but her hands shook.
She soon realized her whole body was shaking.  She was still coming
down from her orgasm.  She reclosed her eyes and concentrated on
slowing her breath.

Normality returned and she pulled up her panties.  She knew she was
really loud when she came.  She didn't think Lori could have heard
through the door at the reception desk, but she had some doubts.

Ashley straightened up and opened her door.  Lori immediately looked
at her.  Had she heard? wondered Ashley.  Lori noticed how flushed
Ashley's face looked.  She thought about asking if she felt okay, but
against her typical principles decided to say nothing instead.  Lori
was tired of the regular 'conversations' with Ashley.

Ashley went into the bathroom.

"Now what was that strange sound?" said Lori to herself.  She'd
heard something strange about five minutes ago.  It seemed to come
from Ashley's office, but Ashley hadn't mentioned it, so it must
have come from somewhere else.  Unless Ashley truly was very sick and
she just didn't trust Lori's confidentiality yet.  It was a mystery,
Lori wanted to figure out.

*****

"It wasn't Cutter's fault we broke up," Estella told Ashley.  "I just
used the incident to break off the exclusiveness of our relationship.
I wanted to spread my wings.  I guess my legs would be more
appropriate to say."  Estella giggled.  "Not that I was faithful to
him, but the public image was I was *his* girl, and I wanted to break
that.  I was young and immature.  I wasn't sure how to break up with
him."

Ashley wondered whether Estella was mature yet.  Besides her body
that is.

"Since Cutter was at the high school and I was at the middle school,
I started to be with the eighth grade boys in my class anytime I was
away from Cutter."

"How soon did you start that?" asked Ashley.

Estella thought for a moment.  "January," she said.  "Maybe only a
month after I lost my virginity."

She continued her story.  "I avoided any boy who knew Cutter.  It's
sort of funny.  I bet the eighth grade nerds had more sex than the
jocks and the cool guys.  All because of me.  A lot of girls up
through high school missed out on some good cocks just because the
guy was a nerd.  Some of them were absolutely great fucks."  Estella
paused and waved her hand in front of her face.  "Can I have a glass
of water?"

"Thanks," said Estella when Ashley returned.  She took a sip.  "Just
thinking about Marvin Bannister makes me hot and tingly.  I can feel
my pussy seeping."  Estella stared at Ashley.  She could tell she
just made Ashley uncomfortable.

"Cutter." said Estella.  "It was early May.  A Friday night.  I was
fourteen now.  My birthday is April 20th.  I guess you know that,
Ashley.  So I love sex.  I guess you know that too.  I'd sometimes
had already fucked two boys before I went out with Cutter that night."

"At a time?" asked Ashley.

"No, no," replied Estella, with a laugh.  "One boy might come over at
three and then another at five.  I'd be out with Cutter by seven.  Of
course, Cutter didn't know.  Cutter would beat the shit out of those
boys if he knew.  I fucked those boys even though me and Cutter would
fuck all the time.  When school restarted after the Christmas break,
word spread.  Ed most have told friends he had watched me fuck Cutter
with my tits bouncing for him to see.  Cutter would always ask me
first.  He was a jock with manners.  We often did it in front of his
friends.  Maybe once a week.  Cutter was Big Man to all the guys.
He had the hot girlfriend who constantly put out and she didn't mind
other guys seeing what he had.  Even naked."

"I guess Cutter's buddies encouraged him to do it.  Or else he was
just reading too many porno magazines.  I think back to it and it was
kind of cute.  Cutter was stammering and not sure how to ask.
Finally, he asks.  Am I willing to go to a party with some of his
friends?  Am I willing to have sex with them?  I wasn't sure if Cutter
really wanted me to say 'yes' or not, but he insisted he did when I
asked him.  I excitedly said 'yes'.  Five or six guys.  With recovery
time, the guys could go on and on.  What more could a young girl want?

"I guess I wouldn't call such a question 'cute'," commented Ashley.

"Still a prude," replied Estella.

"I wouldn't call not wanting to participate in a gang bang a prude,"
responded Ashley.

"Sorry," said Estella, changing her tone.  "At the time it was
exciting.  Now I admit, I wouldn't be very interested.  I much
prefer the intimacy of just one man.  It's much easier to come."

"Thank you for saying that Estella," said Ashley.  Maybe this woman
had a softer side after all.

"Sure," said Estella.  "Though I'd still entertain the idea of more
the one man if the situation was right."

Ashley wondered what situatiuon that would ever be.

*****

Estella had no idea what was on TV.  She didn't care.  She did notice
that Ed, Alan, Tom, Aaron, and Craig all looked over at her
expectantly when she and Cutter came into Craig's house.  Craig's
parents were gone for the night.  His younger sister was gone at a
sleepover.  Estella stared back at the guys ogling her.  She felt a
wonderful itching start inside her pussy.  Something that could only
be scratched in one particular manner.

Estella turned and walked to the dining room table.  The guys could
tell she had no underwear on.  The way the pale yellow dress covered
her ass made that very obvious.  She pushed the chips and other snacks
aside and cleared a space in the middle of the table.  She turned to
look at them.  Cutter had a huge smile on his face.  It was obvious he
liked the effect she was having on his buddies.  She untied the
strings of her dress on her right shoulder.   The dressed drooped and
exposed her right breast.  She saw Tom adjust his cock and Aaron unzip
his pants and then adjust his cock.  She untied the other side and her
dress fell to the ground.  All the guys had seen Estella naked before.
Each had seen her fuck Cutter.  Nevertheless, each guys mouth gaped
open.  Cutter was almost in hysterics as he laughed at the guys'
response.

Estella backed up and sat on the table.  She slowly laid back while
she keep eye contact with the guys.  She saw Cutter motion the guys
to stand.  They didn't hesitate to cooperate and stepped forward.  She
slowly open her legs which only Sharon Stone probably paralleled in
eroticism.  The guys jostled with each other to get as good a view
as possible of her pussy.

"Can I have a pillow?" Estella asked.

Craig raced to his room and brought out a pillow.

"Why don't you put it behind my head for me?"

Craig didn't hesitate.  He couldn't believe how close he was to this
hot naked girl.  His cock throbbed unbelievably hard.

"Thanks," said Estella, as it was placed behind her head.  "Now I can
easily see who's come to the snack table.  Why don't you give *my*
pillows some squeezes.

Craig's hands came up and over her, but he hesitated.  Did she mean
what she said?

Yes she did!  Estella reached up and pulled his hands down to her
tits.  Craig immediately began to squeeze and fondle her tits.

"The new snack is now available for your enjoyment," announced Estella.

The guys just stood there.  Except Aaron.  He kicked off his shoes
and stepped forward to block the other guys.  He quickly pulled down
his pants and boxers.  His hard cock popped out.

"Oh, yes, Aaron," encouraged Estella, as she felt the linebacker's
cock start to enter her pussy.  He was eager and quickly started to
rapidly thrust his cock.  She could sense he was about to come.  She
wasn't exactly sure how, but the combination of motion and breathing
told her.  She clamped down on his cock.

"Ohhhhhh!" Aaron groaned.  "What a great pussy!  Damn, that feels good!
You sure got something here, Cutter."

Cutter smiled.  He knew he had something alright.

Estella released him after a minute and he started to rapid thrust
into her again.  Just another minute later and she felt him come.
Aaron staggered away to sit down.  Everyone was naked now except for
Cutter.  Craig had stopped playing with Estella's tits and had moved to
the front of the line.  He justified it by saying "it's my house."

Estella looked and saw Craig, the backup quarterback and a junior but
next year's starting quarterback, push his cock into her pussy.  He
tried to fuck slower and take his time.  She liked that.

Estella moaned.  Craig stood slowly fucking her pussy and it felt
wonderful.  Craig's cock was smaller than Aaron's but Craig knew how
to use his tool properly.

Craig reached up and started to massage her tits.  Estella began to
thrust frantically at Craig's cock.  She was close.  Craig's sudden
cumming caught her by surprise.  The change in position by Estella had
pushed him over the edge.  Estella whimpered.  She had been so close.

Ed stepped in to replace Craig.  Ed was the first guy to see her tits
while she fucked Cutter.  Ed was a bit clunky.  He obviously was
enjoying her pussy, but she didn't enjoy his cock that much.  She'd
hope he'd make her come after being so close with Craig.  She had
to frequently ask Ed to keep his hands out of her pussy.  His
fingernails were painful.

Tom, the big lineman, was next.  His cock was surprisingly small, but
she enjoyed him.  She didn't come, but he kept her aroused.  Alan,
the safety, was the last and enthusiastically pumped into her.  He
mentioned some disappointment about being last, but with Estella's
pussy control, he found her plenty tight and enjoyed a rousing cum
into her pussy.

 From then on there was no specific order.  The guys fucked her
whenever they felt they were ready and able.   Estella was excited
that Craig was next, but he was too hurried this time and she didn't
come.  Ed took another turn and Alan recovered quickly.  She had to
warn Alan about poking his finger at her asshole.  She didn't like
that.

After a couple of hours with a short ten minute break for Estella,
they'd each had her two or three times.  She wouldn't suck their
cocks when some of the guys asked.

"How about you turn over?" said Alan, when he was ready for a third
time.

"Want some doggy action?" said Estella seductively.

"Yeah, baby," replied Alan.  "Turn on over."

Estella agreed.  Maybe another position would help her finally come.
It was frustrating to have this much sex and not have come yet.  If
only Marvin Bannister was here.  The geeky eighth grade spelling
champion would show these jocks how to fuck.

"Hey!" said Estella in alarm.  She felt Alan's cock press against
her asshole.

"I'd like to try someplace new," he explained.  "Will I be your
first?"  He grabbed her hips to hold her.

Estella's sweat-covered body made it easy for her to slip from Alan's
grasp.  She turned and sat up.  She grabbed his cock in her hand.
Alan was very conscious of her fingernail deliberately tracing over
his balls.  They felt sharp.

"I said No!" yelled Estella.

Cutter and the other guys quickly rushed over to protect their "good
time."

"I don't know what you told these guys," Estella said, glarling at
Cutter, "But I'm not going to let them fuck me in the ass!"

She stood up while still holding onto Alan.  Alan stepped back to
keep his genitals comofortable as she moved forward.

"I didn't," Cutter tried to explain as Estella picked up her dress
and put it back on.  He glared at Alan.

"That's it Cutter!  We're through."

"But Estella..." protested Cutter.  The best sex in his life was now
leaving him.

The door slammed.

The guys beat the shit out of Alan.

*****

"So just like that you ended it," Ashley said to Estella.  "Cutter
must have been crushed."

"Yeah.  Cutter begged and begged.  I told him if those were his kind
of friends then I wanted nothing to do with him.  I liked Cutter a
lot though.  I didn't love him and I knew he didn't love me.  We were
both in the relationship for the sex.  I respected that of Cutter.
It's interesting to think back and know he was a senior and yet we
both knew I was in control.  He moved away for college in a couple of
months anyway.  The breakup was inevitable.  I just sped up the
process and also distanced myself from the football players.  I didn't
want to become another jock's girlfriend.  The next year when I was
a high school freshman, I let the jocks be with me, but they were just
like any other guy in school."

"You ever have sex with Cutter again?"

"No.  I wanted to make sure he knew it was over.  He was a pretty
good fuck, but I could get that from lots of guys.  In my freshman
year, I went ahead and let my reputation develop that I slept with a
different guy every night.  There were very few guys I missed during
the four years of high school.  I wasn't as popular with the girls,
of course."

"Any guy every tried to harm you?  Jealousy?" inquired Ashley

"What?  And get beat up by every other guy at school?  All the guys
loved to be with me.  They didn't dare cross me."

"A new guy every night just because a guy wanted to butt fuck you."

Estella was shocked at Ashley's language and mildly pleased, but it
sounded weird coming out of the doctor's mouth.  "Maybe I'm teaching
you something.  Huh?"

"Perhaps," Ashley answered evenly.

"I wasn't going to do anal," said Estella, "No way and no how.  Alan
just gave me an excuse.  I was ready to go off on my own."

"All those men," said Ashley astounded.

"I love sex.  I'd love to be like Jenna Jameson."

"Who's Jenna Jameson?"

"Look it up on the internet," replied Estella.

"You ever think about living your life turned down a notch?" asked
Ashley.

"Why should I?"

"No one can keep up such a pace," said Ashley

"Maybe everyone is running too slow," answered Estella.  "They need to
learn they can live more.

Estella paused and stared intently at Ashley.  The pause was long
enough to make Ashley feel awkward.

"Are you horny?" asked Estella.

"What?" said Ashley with a faltering in her voice.

"Are you aroused?" restated Estella.

Ashley wondered if she was somehow reading her mind.  She stared back
at Estella with determination but had to look away.  Ashley didn't
see Estella smile when she looked down.

Estella stood up and sank down on her knees before Ashley.  Estella
put her hands on Ashley's knees under her skirt.

"What...what are you doing, Estella?" said Ashley.  Ashley was
surprised to find herself trembling.

"Lift your skirt," said Estella.

"Estella?"

"I'm not asking, I'm telling, Doctor."  Estella emphasized the last
word.

Ashley slowly but obediently complied.

"Higher.  Up to your waist."

Ashley felt self-conscious sitting before her patient Estella with her
dress hiked up.

Estella reached up and began to pull down her panties.

"Es..."

"Shh," interrupted Estella.  "Lift your butt."

Ashley felt her panties slide down.  Her black pumps were slipped off
and her panties followed.

Estella pushed open Ashley's legs.

Ashley came almost immediately.  It took just a few licks of Estella's
tongue on her clit.  The feeling was powerful and it surged through
her body.  She would have collapsed in her chair, but Estella didn't
stop.  Estella's tongue probed inside Ashley's pussy.

"Oh, fuck!  Oh, fuck!" murmured Ashley.  No guy had ever done this so
good to her.

A small part of Ashley wanted to push Estella away, but it was just a
small part and she looked down at Estella and then threw her head
back as Estella's tongue flicked back up on her clit.  Ashley wanted
to push Estella's face deeply into her pussy but she reasoned it was
best to keep a hands off approach.  Estella was doing just fine.

"Ohhhhhh!" Ashley moaned.  Estella's tongue was sliding all over
her labia.  Ashley started to breath rapidly.

Ashley shook.  The suction of Estella's mouth on her clit was utterly
fantastic.  A brief thought of chrome off a tailpipe flashed through
her mind.

"OHHHH!" cried Ashley loudly as she came again.  With ragged breath,
she looked down at Estella.  Estella was looking up at her with a
clever smile.

Ashley stroked the sides of Estella's face tenderly.  "You shouldn't
have done that."

"You needed it," replied Estella.

"Yes,"  Ashley whispered.  Estella heard her.  Damn, that felt good
reflected Ashley.

Estella got up and sat back on the couch.  "I think we're past time."

"Uh...yes," said Ashley.  She was surprised she was still panting.
There was a wet spot on her chair.  Would that clean out of the light
fabric?  There was also a spot on the carpet.  At least the carpet
was dark.

"I think we had a good session today, Doctor Moore," said Estella.
"You're helping me a lot.  I thought this would be a waste of time at
first."

"Good, good," said Ashley, absent-mindedly.  She seemed to have
trouble putting her thoughts together.

Estella stood.  "I'll let myself out.  You might want to put your
skirt down now."

Ashley stood and gravity let her dress back down.

Estella closed the door behind her.

"See you next week," Estella told Lori, the receptionist.

"Bye," said Lori, looking up.  Her eyes followed Estella out the door.
Her face had a strange wet glistening look she thought.

Ashley was in her office rubbing the wet spot on the chair with her
panties.  With a little bit of her saliva, it was fading pretty good.
She'd stop and get a fabric cleaner at the store tonight.  She stood
and straightened up her clothes.

Ashley jumped when she heard the knock on her door.  The doorknob
started to turn.  Ashley in sudden panic hastily shoved her panties
in her purse.

"Ashley?" the receptionist's voice came as the door cracked open.

"Come on in, Lori," said Ashley as she slipped her shoes back on.

"I guess you're working late tonight," said Lori, "I need to go, so
you'll need to lock up."  Lori was usually the last one to leave.

"Sure, Lori.  I'll take care of it.  Have a good evening."

"Um, I heard this yell from your office.  Is everything okay?"

"Just role-playing with the client from her childhood.  I can't
say more," came Ashley's quick response.  She was pleased with her
ability to think on her feet this moment.

"Okay.  Good night, Ashley."

"Good night, Lori."

Lori was pleasantly surprised.  Ashley was quite civil to her.  She
did note that Ashley had a very flushed look to her.  She must be
sick but wasn't letting on.  There was also an odd odor to Ashley's
office.  It needed an air freshener.

Ashley found it strangely sensual to drive home without her panties
on.

*****

"So I moved away," Estella explained to Ashley.  "Away from my
nothing of a mother and to a city where I knew I could have a new guy
every night."

"No job or anything?"

"I sort of had a farewell tour during the summer.  The guys had to
buy tickets to come.  I mean come in more ways that one.  I earned
enough to get buy for a while.  I guess one could look at it as if I
was a whore, but these guys liked me and I liked them.  They weren't
strangers.  They just wished me good luck and I promised we'd get
together for an old-times sake fuck if our paths ever crossed.  Just
one guy so far.  Tommy Spencer."

"So what did you do?"

"I got a job at a video store pretty easily.  I stayed in a dive
motel.  Once I started getting paychecks, I got a cheap studio
apartment."

"Why not have a roommate and save some money?"

"No," said Estella, as if that was the stupidest question ever.  "You
can't just bring guys home anytime with a roommate.  Either she's in
the way or she's jealous.  Probably both."

Ashley smiled to herself.  Estella wasn't an ordinary woman.

"Did you start going to the nightclubs as part of your nightly routine
right away?"

"No.  I was surprisingly celibate.  Sometimes a customer would ask
me out and I might say yes.  My coworker Michael and I had some
fun times together.  I was probably only having sex once or twice a
week."

Ashley laughed.  "For a single woman without a regular boyfriend, once
or twice a week is pretty good."

"Well, you know me now." said Estella.  "For me, that's practically
being a virgin."

"Go on."

"After a couple of years, I bought a cheap car.  I start doing the
nightclub routine.  Life was wonderful again."

"Describe what a typical night is like," said Ashley.

"I go to the nightclub and I pick out a guy," Estella said, shrugging
her shoulders.  It wasn't that complicated.  "I'm not always after
the same type of guy, but I just have a feeling.  Sometimes a guy
isn't interested, but that only happens maybe 3 or 4 times a year.
Me and the guy go back to my place.  We fuck.  It's great."

"So that's your life?"

"Don't make it sound that way," said Estella.  "After last week, I
thought you were loosening up."

"There just seems to be more to life, Estella," said Ashley.  "That's
all I'm saying.  I mean no offense by it."

"For now, life is only about one thing and I'm going to enjoy it to
the fullest.  That's why I decided not to just do the nightclub scene
and be more a little aggresive on picking up guys from work.   I'd
slip the guy my phone number and see if he'd call me.  If yes, he'd
come over sometime for some fun.   There were some odd things that
happened too."

"Tell me about it," said Ashley.

*****

Estella thought he looked like a family man.  He had a clean cut
look, with a nice dress shirt and slacks.  Stopped here at the video
store after work.  Probably had the two point one kids.  A nice
conservative wife who looked attractive but would never be a model.
Something about him greatly aroused her and she felt her nipples
stand up and her pussy get wet.

Estella processed her current customer and then the next and he
finally stepped up to the counter.

"Hi, I'm Estella." she said with a smile.

He nodded.

"'True Lies'.  I liked this one," she said referring to one of his
video selections.  "Seen it already?"

"Yeah, in the theater," he replied.

Estella punched up his account on the computer.  Josh Wilton.  Wife
was Kelly Wilton.  He was 34-years old.  She scanned 'Sleepless in
Seattle' (yuck!) and 'True Lies' for rental.  One for her, one for
him, she knew.

"I can dance sexier than Jamie Lee Curtis."

Josh was taken by surprise.  "Yeah?"  He didn't know what to say.

"Would you like to see?"

"Uh...."

"If you would, just let me know."  Without him seeing, she wrote her
phone number on the back of the receipt.

"I'm not encumbered with all the clothing she wears in the scene."

Josh knew very well that Jamie Lee Curtis was dressed sexily in just
scanty lingerie.  He stared at the young twenty-year old woman.  She
was coming on to him, wasn't she?

"Only if you want," said Estella.  She put his receipt in the bag.
"Return date is on Wednesday."

Josh was flattered but he knew he shouldn't do anything about it.

Estella laid naked on her bed.  It was late.  7:30 already.  She
could have been out at a nightclub, but she stayed in hoping he'd
call.  She was frustrated.

The phone rang.  At last!

"Hello," she said throatily with a purr.

"Hello?" came a quiet tentative voice.

"Josh?" Estella purred.

"Um...yes.  How did you know?"

"I knew you'd call."

"Did you know that Primus National Bank is offering you a credit card
with zero percent interest on all purchases for six months?"

Estella did not know that.  She did know it was not Josh Wilton.

"Is your name Josh?" she asked.

"Yes," Josh answered.  "Josh Evers, ma'am, for Primus National Bank,
I'm calling to..."

"I'm laying naked on my bed right now," interrupted Estella.

"Ma'am?"  She could almost hear sweat trickle from his brow.

"My tits are standing up tall and erect.  Can you feel them?"

"Um..."

"Your hands squeezing my tits feel so good.  Oh, yes!"  Estella
moaned into the phone.  "Yes, take them into your mouth.  I love
having them sucked into your mouth.  Ohhhhh, you're so good."  She
moaned again.

The other end of the phone line was marked by heavy breathing.

"Your cock feels so good in my hands.  Let me rub it up and down.
Let me make you feel so good.  You're cock is getting even bigger.
Oh, don't stop sucking my tits, but I need you. I need you inside
me."

Estella heard Josh groan.

"I'm open for you.  Come inside.  Ohhhhh, baby."  Estella groaned
and Josh returned with his own groan.  "Put it in me.  Yes! Yes!  You
feel so good.  Put it all the way in.  Fill me up.  Oh fuck, you feel
so good.  Oh yeah, fuck me.  That's it.  Damn, you feel so good with
your cock moving inside me.  Oh, your gonna make me come.  Oh, yes.
Harder and harder.  Fuck me hard.  Oh, fuck.  Oh, fuck.  Your making
me come.  I can feel you so hard, so good.  That's it come inside me.
Shoot it in me.  I can feel it.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHH!" moaned Estella loudly into the phone.

Estella hung up the phone.  On the other end, a would-be phone
solicitor had a sticky mess to take care of in his pants.

Estella didn't actually come, but she had a fun time.

*****

"So you torture the phone salesmen often?" asked Ashley.

"No," replied Estella.  "I'm usually out at a nightclub.  Every so
often I have fun.  Josh caught me on the phone two months later, but
I wouldn't talk to him again.

"Your stories always make me hot," Ashley told Estella.  "You're a
good story teller."

"Thanks," said Estella.

"I need to cool down," said Ashley.  She stood up and pulled up her
skirt and sat back down.

"Did you like going without panties?" Estella asked Ashley as she
stared at her pussy.

"It was thrilling and extremely arousing.  It saves me money too.  I
could put the money toward paying off my school loan instead of
pointless things like new panties."

"I haven't given up panties," said Estella.  "Many guys find them sexy
and love to take them off you.  But I went without panties for a
while.  Go ahead and do it for a while until you're comfortable and
don't even think about it."  Estella stood up and got down in front of
Ashley.

"Thanks, I appreciate the advice.  You've been a good client.  You've
been a friend."

Ashley sighed as Estella started to lick her pussy.  She needed this
again.  So incredibly much.

"Why don't you come to a party I'm going to tomorrow?" said Estella
between licks and sucks from down below.

"I don't know," hesitated Ashley.

"There will be lots of guys there to meet."

"Well..."

"Now don't tell me doctors and patients shouldn't mingle outside the
office.  Especially since we've been  doing this."  Estella sucked hard
on Ashley's clit.

"Ohhhhh," moaned Ashley.  "You're right.  I was going to say that.
Okay, I'll come."

"Great!"  Estella attacked Ashley pussy with fervency and Ashley
did indeed come.

*****

Ashley nervously entered through the door.  So many strange people.
She walked around while avoiding eye contact.

"Ashley!  You made it!" cried out Estella.

Ashley was so happy to hear her a voice and see a person she knew.

Estella showed her around.  Introduced her to a couple of guys and
then to John who seemed nice.  Ashley was being cordial to John when
she discovered Estella had snuck away.  Estella was forced to talk
with John.  He seemed an okay guy.  She mingled a little, but she felt
out of place.  After an hour, she decided to leave.

"I'm glad you came Ashley," Estella told her, "though you're leaving
too soon.  I'll try to find out what if any guys thought you were
cute."

Estella then whispered to Ashley.  "Next time wear something that
shows what great tits you have."

Ashley went home.  She looked in her closet.  How boring, she thought.
She went out.

On her return, she was somewhat concerned that she just charged 500
dollars worth of clothes on her credit card, but she needed a change
in her life.  She put on her new royal blue dress.  She looked in the
mirror.  It barely covered her tits.  The material covered the front
of her tits but there was exposure on both sides.  Maybe a dress like
this wasn't intended for such a big breasted woman as herself.  Or
maybe it was.  The length of the dress came down to between her pussy
and knees.  Nothing daring, except to Ashley.  The dress was so
un-Ashley like.  She looked at the clock.  It was ten o'clock that
night.  already  Tomorrow was another work day.  She went out.

*****

Ashley entered Joey's nightclub.  She knew it was one of the seven
Estella frequented.  She hoped Estella wasn't there or at least was
gone already with her guy-of-the-night.  She liked how quickly she
was getting the attention of many of the guys.  They all immediately
stared at her chest.  Many of the guy stealed sideways glances to
see just how much they could actually see.  Unfortunately, many of
the guys were somewhat drunk by this time of the night.  Ashley
decided to talk to the guys who seemed more sober.

After nearly an hour, Ashley was feeling a little discouraged.  Her
large chest had attracted many guys to come over to talk to her, but
no one seemed right.  She doubted herself.  Maybe she was being too
picky.  She wished she knew how Estella did it.

Ashley looked out on the dance floor. Guys and gals were dancing
vigorously to some crazy hip-hop beat.

"Care to dance?" a man asked her as he came up to stand next to her.

She looked at him.  He was short.  Just a couple of inches taller
than her.  Maybe five foot six.  Blonde hair.  He had a bit of
a surfer look.  He was attractive.  Okay, she thought, I'll talk to
him.

"Dancing is painful," Ashley smiled back at him while pushing up on
her ample chest.  His eyes natually went to the motion at her chest.

He smiled inside.  What great tits she had.  "I'm Scott," he said.

"Ashley," she replied and stuck out her hand.

Scott shook it softly.

"I'm going to try to talk to a complete stranger," Scott said, "So
forgive me ahead of time if I say something stupid or it sounds like
a pickup line."

Ashley laughed.

Scott felt good about her laugh.  He continued.  "You appear to be
alone here."

"That's right," replied Ashley.  "I am."  Tomorrow she would reflect
that that might not be a smart reply since it might set her up for
a guy who was an attacker.  Tonight, her loneliness and recent
inexperience gave way to saying to much to a total stanger just
because he was attractive.

"So what do you do, Ashley?  Besides standing there and looking
beautiful.  Oops, I think I said something stupid.  I hope you
already forgave."

Ashley laughed.  This guy was cute.  He was either open and friendly
or very, very smooth.  She didn't really care at the moment.  "Yes,
I forgave you, but be careful."  She laughed again and wagged her
finger at him.  "I'm a psychiatrist."  As soon as she said it she
wished she hadn't.  A psychiatrist.  What was he going to think.  Did
he think I was analyzing him?

"Really?  Psychiatry has come a long way since Freud.  If all head
doctor's looked like you, all men would go into counselling."

"So what do you do?" Ashley asked to change the subject.

"I'm a plant manager.  We manufacture lawnmover engines.  I'm here
for a convention and conference in downtown."

"So your out of town?" asked Ashley.  Someone she might never see
again had appeal to her for her hopes for this night.

"Yeah, I'm from Tustin.  It's in California."  Scott paused and looked
at the dance floor.  "A slow song.  Care to?"  He swooped his arms
out for her to proceed before him.

"Okay."

Ashley felt good in his arms.  They slowly turned on the dance floor.
She rested her head on his shoulder.  She was keenly aware of her tits
pressed against his chest.  Just a thin piece of material that each
person wore separated them from being skin to skin.  It had been too
long since she had been with a man.  The activity with Estella in her
office had been surprisingly pleasant, but she knew she still wanted
a man.

Two short songs later, the dance was over too quick.

"So what's your job like?" Scott asked.

"I don't want to talk.  Do you want to come over to my place?"  Ashley
felt excitement over her boldness.  It was something she'd never do
before.  Before Estella.

"Yeah," said Scott, trying to hold back some excitement.

She grabbed his hand and put it under her dress.

His cock twitched painfully in his pants as he became very hard and
erect when he discovered she wasn't wearing panties.

Back at Ashley's apartment, she wasted no time leading him back to
her bedroom.  She kicked off her shoes and pulled him on top of her
on the bed.  His mouth immediately went into her cleavage and kisses
were laid down upon her skin.

Ohhhh, how she needed this!  His lips touch the side of her tits
and his squeezed them through her dress.  She pushed her tits
together and smothered his face in her valley.  "Mmmmm," she sighed.

Ashley pushed him up and onto his back.  She sat on top of him and
straddled him over his hips.  She pulled up her dress and carelessly
threw her brand new eighty dollar dress on to the floor.  She leaned
down and started to unbutton his shirt.  His hands naturally came up
to her large tits swaying above him.  He squeezed and played with them
as she undid his shirt.  He released her tits to take his shirt off
his arms.  She slid down a little and undid his belt and the opened
his belt.

Scott watched in anticipation as this beautiful long-haired blonde
woman unzipped his pants.  She reached her hand in under his
undershorts.

Ashley her him exhale when he grasped his cock in her hand.  She
looked into his eyes as she firmly squeezed his cock.  He was enjoying
it.  He lifted his butt when she pulled on his pants.  She pushed
them down to his knees and then pulled down his undershorts.  His
cock immediately sprang upward.  He moaned when Ashley immediately
took it deep in her mouth.  She sucked on it just for a few seconds
and then raised up and finished taking his clothes off.  When
complete, she again took his cock into her mouth.

"Oh, yes," Scott hissed, "That's good.  So good."

"Are you going to come soon?" Ashley asked between sucks.

"Oh, yeah.  With the way your going!" he replied happily.

Ashley got off of him and laid by his side.  Their mouths met each
other and then their tongues.  She pulled on him and he understood
and he moved on top of her.  Upon her, he raised up and began to play
with her tits again.  Ashley sighed.  The anticipation was too much.
She needed him.  Her hips subconsciously rooted to get his cock into
her pussy.  She found him.  When she found him, he couldn't control
himself.  He put his hands onto the bed and pushed in.

"Ohhhh!" Ashley moaned as his cock pushed into her.  It felt so
tremendous!

He began to immediately move inside her.  Ashley put her hands on his
butt as if she could push him even deeper inside her.

"UNNNNHHHH!" she moaned in rising timbre.  "OHHHHHH!"  She came
forcefully and then felt herself rising again as Scott's cock
continued to thrust inside her.

She felt so happy.  She didn't believe such happiness could exist for
her anymore.  Why had she let her life become so miserable?  Estella's
simple life was more fulfilling than all the complexity of hers.

Scott's thrusting became more frantic and he pushed harder into her.
Ashley knew he was close to cumming.  She wanted to try something.
She clamped down hard with her pussy muscles.

"Ohhh!" Scott cried as his cock was suddenly squeezed tight inside
her.  That felt so good.  He let himself be held by her.  His cock
twiched.  His chest pressed against her big tits.  The only sound
was hard breathing.

Ashley could only hold it a short time.  When she released, he
resumed his motion.  He was too close, she figured.  He couldn't
just lay motionless inside her if she wanted.  She clamped again,
but it wasn't as effective and it just provided more friction and
started to push them both over the edge.  She realized she needed to
practice strenghtening those muscles.  Estella was nine years younger
than her but much more experienced.

"Oh, Oh, Oh," Scott repeated as he fucked hard into her.

Ashley body began to transcend again.  She screamed out noisely as
she came again and then she felt his semen released into her.  It
had been too long to have felt such a wonderful thing.  But sex had
never felt like this before.  Estella had given her a whole new
attitude.  Ashley was supposed to be teaching Estella, but Ashley was
learning so much from Estella instead.

"You're the greatest fuck I've ever had, Scott," she boldly told him.
She got a strange thrill from using the swear word in a frank manner.

"You were awesome, too," Scott replied.

Awesome?  Oh, yes.  He was from California.

"Can we go another round before you got to go?" Ashley asked.  It was
1:30 AM.

"Oh, yeah," Scott said.

*****

Ashley didn't fall asleep until 3:30 that night.  Waking up at 7:00
AM to an alarm was definitely too early.  Once she was up, she felt
pretty good.  She was very tempted not to shower.  She loved the smell
of the sex on her body.  The odor was obvious to her and she knew it
would  be to anyone she came in contact with so she thought the better
of it and washed up.  She dressed in some of her new clothes.  Yes, she
was tired when she got to work at 9:00, but there was a spring in her
step.

"Good morning, Lori," Ashley said very cheerily.

"Something different about you?" asked Lori staring at the woman who
must have taken possession of Ashley's body.

"Just a happy day," replied Ashley as she went into her office.

The day went by happily.  During her lunch break, she locked the
door and masturbated to give herself some pep.

At four o'clock was her appointment with Joseph Martin.  Joe was
painfully shy around women.  He'd been embarrassed and humiliated
by the girls in high school.  Now at thirty-five, he'd become quite
a handsome man, but his confidence was shot.  It was hard enough
for him to talk to Ashley.  Joe had originally seen one of the male
psychiatrist in the office, but after a while the doctors thought it
would be a good idea for him to start talking to one of the woman
psychiatrist.  Ashley volunteered to take him.  She'd had him as a
patient for the six months.  She had made some progress.  Joe wasn't
a hermit who avoided women anymore.  He even got him to go on a couple
of dates, but they both ended miserably as he admitted he couldn't
look at his date.  He was fairly pitiful.

There was a knock on the door.  That would be Lori letting her know
Joe was here.

"Come on in, Joe," said Ashley.

Joe took his familiar seat.

"So how was your week with women?" she asked.

It was the standard opening question.  "Not so good, Doctor Moore."
She was trying to get him to call her Ashley.  "I was talking in the
laundry room to this new woman at my apartment complex and I just
fumbled all over myself.  She laughed at me.  I just..."  His voice
stopped.  His face looked puppy-dog sad.

A little set back for him, Ashley noted.  Joe was a tall, handsome
man.  Dark hair, muscles.  Give him long hair and build up his chest
more and he could be on the cover of a romance novel.  Women were
attracted to him, but he couldn't handle it.  It was just three months
ago that Ashley finally made him realize it was rude to just run away
when any woman came up and started to talk to him.

"So what?" Ashley assured Joe.  "She's obviously just an immature
girl.  You're a man, you're looking for woman."  Her mind wandered
to last night when she was a woman who found a man.  She just vaguely
heard Joe talk.

"I know we've talked about it before, Doctor Moore, but I don't feel
like a man.  I feel like I'm stuck in high school.

Ashley's mind started to process rapidly as Joe spoke.

"Doctor Moore?" said Joe.

She was a new woman now, Ashley thought.  She'd already made drastic
changes in her personal life which started last night.  But that was
only a part of her life.  She needed to complete the transformation.

"Doctor Moore?" repeated Joe.

Ashley stood up abruptly and looked at him sternly.  "Now haven't
I told you to call me Ashley?" she said firmly.

"Um...um...yes," said Joe nervously.

Ashley knew Joe was used to letting women control him.  "Yes, who?"
she demanded.

"Yes...Ashley?"

"That's right.  Now am I a woman?"

"What?" he said.  He wanted to get out of there.

"Do you Joe think I, Ashley, am a woman?"

"Uh...sure."  He knew how to answer that question.

"Are you sure?"

Ashley waited for an answer.

"I asked you a question, Joe.  I think I deserve an answer."  Ashley
took off her business jacket and revealed a sleeveless white blouse.
Her tits pushed out curvaceously.

"Yes."  Joe could feel sweat on his brow.

"How do you know?"  Ashley began to pull up on her blouse.

Joe sat frozen and stared at her exposed tummy as her hands moved
her shirt up.

"I asked you a question again."

"Um...er...I...you know."  Her blouse came off and she stood
before him in her bra.

Ashley reached behind her back. "Come on you can do better than
that.  I know you Joe.  You can do better."

"Well, you have...uh...you are."

Ashley released her bra and let it fall.  Her tits flopped out
before his eyes.  She stepped forward and stood just in front of him.

"Is it because of these?"  She shook so her tits would bounce and
jiggle.

"Um..."

"You're still not sure?" Ashley said with a mock incredulous voice.

She took hold of his wrists and put one on his hands on each tit.  She
released him his wrists, but his hands remained holding her tits.

"So are you going to finally answer my question?"

"Women have breasts," he answered with a grin on his face.

"Yes," Ashley replied.  "Mine are called tits."

"You have nice tits, Doc...I mean Ashley."

"Yes, I do," she said.  "Another important question."  Joe looked
up at her face from his seat while he ehld held her tits.  "Do women
prefer sexually boys or men?"

"Um...men?" he answered.  He didn't want more questions, he just
wanted to hold her warm tits.

"Exactly.  Are you a man, Joe?"

"I feel like I'm stuck in high school."  Some of Joe's happiness
slipped away and he lowered his head, but he didn't release Ashley's
tits.

"Women want men and not high school boys, right?"

"I guess so."

Ashley put her arms between his arms that held on to her tits.
She pushed her arms out which moved his arms out and forced him to
release her tits.

Ashley got down on her knees before him.  "I've had just about enough
of your doubts, Joe," she said in an angry tone.  She unbuttoned his
jeans and started to slide down the zipper.  "I've been working with
you for six months now and all I get from you is 'Waa, Waa, I'm a boy
who is scared'."

"What...what are you doing?" said Joe in panic as she started to pull
on his pants.

"I'm going to show you once and for whether you are still a boy or
you are a man.  Now take off your pants and underwear.  Why should I
do all the work!"

"But Doctor M..."

"If you don't start calling me Ashley, you'll never touch my tits
again."

"Yes, Ashley," came his docile reply.  He took off his pants and
undershorts.

Ashley looked at Joe's cock.  It was limp.  Joe was scared.  Blood
wasn't going there.

"What's my name?" she asked, now suddenly in soft voice.

"Ashley," he replied.

"Touch my tits."

Joe's hands came down.  He didn't hold them.  Instead, he rubbed the
tops of them.  He then put his hands underneath and hefted them and
felt their weight.

"That feels nice, Joe," she said, quietly.  Ashley saw his cock stir
slightly.  It developed a subtle firmess and started to straighten.

"Stop now," she said again in her new soft voice.

His hands came off.  Ashley saw disappointment in his face.

Ashley spoke sweetly, but in a deliberate manner.  "If you weren't a
man, would I do this?"

Ashley took hold of his cock and held it up.  She put her head down
and took his cock into her mouth and started to softly suck on it.

Joe's head and eyes immediately rolled back in pleasure.

His cock quickly grew hard in Ashley's mouth and she began to slowly
bob up and down on it.  Longer his cock grew and it went deeper into
her mouth.

"Oh, Doc...Ashley," he moaned.

Ashley looked up at him, but his eyes stared vacantly at the ceiling.

It took very little time for Ashley to make Joe's breathing hard.
He'd come soon, she knew.  She also knew he hadn't had sex since he
was sixteen.  Ashley applied some pressure with her tongue and he
soon began to spurt.  He released a lot.  A LOT!  It shouldn't have
been a surprise to her.  So much was built up inside him, but she was
still surprised.  It was SO much.  She tried to swallow as much as
she could, but she ended up letting much of it seep out of her mouth
where it descended upon her tits.

Ashley stood.  Joe just sat back on the couch gasping.  He looked up
at her.  His eyes stared at her tits.  His white sticky cum coated
the top of them.  Her lips were white also.

"You've had a breakthrough session this time Joe.  I'm very proud of
you.  I want you do something for homework this week."

"What?" he said.

"Every day when you get home from work, the first thing you do is
masturbate and imagine its me with my mouth around your cock.  Can
you do that?"

"I think so?"

"Think so?" said an annoyed Ashley.

"I can do it," Joe said with his corrected answered.

"Good."  Ashley smiled.  Joe saw that her teeth were all gooky and
gooey.  "Also, whenever you talk to a woman, imagine it is me.  It's
a woman who is interested in having you touch her tits and she wants
to suck your cock.  She's a woman who likes you.  I like you Joe."

"I can do it," said Joe.

"Are you a man, Joe? asked Ashley"

"Yes," he replied.

Lori noticed the odor around Ashley when Ashley went to the bathroom
after Joe left.  And Joe was strange.  His clothes were a lot
wrinklier than when he went into the office.  Something wasn't proper.

*****

"I think Tony liked you," Ashley heard Estella say during her session.

"Uh, huh?" said Ashley sounding disinterested.

"Yeah, he said he was disappointed you left the party so soon."

Ashley shrugged her shoulders.

Estella studied Ashley.  She noticed the doctor was dressed sexier.
She let her tits be more prominent on her body, but there was
something more.  Estella decided to follow a hunch.

"You got laid didn't you?" Estella asked.

"Well..."  Ashley tried but couldn't contain a big grin.

"When?" Estella excitedly interjected.

"After the party," Ashley replied, "I went over to Joey's nightclub
and found this cute guy.  I brought him home and we fucked into
ecstasy."

"I'm so proud of you, Ashley," said Estella.

Ashley was aware how her role with Estella had reversed, but she
didn't care.  She'd come a long way in a short amount of time.  She
was changing her life and becoming happy in it now.

"You mean a lot to me, Estella," said Ashley.  "Thanks for being a
friend.  My only true friend."  Ashley wiped a tear away.

"Sure," said Estella.  "Your a good friend to me too.  So what should
we talk about today?"

"Sadly, we are coming to an end soon in your sessions in the reform
program," said Ashley.  "So what led you to try prostitution?"

"I'd had several wonderful encounters with guys at work who I had
left my phone number on the back of their receipt..."

*****

Estella noticed the man when he first entered the store.  Something
immediately gave her the impression that this man was confident and
assured of himself.  It wasn't how he was dressed which was basic
dress shirt, slacks, and black shoes.  His haircut was clean-cut
business-like.  No, the typical first impression was a no-frills man.
It was something intangible in how he carried himself.  Most of the
men let her take most of the control.  It was rare to find men who
also liked to be in control.  Estella wasn't sure about him, but she
wanted to find out.  She didn't feel like nightclubbing this evening.

"Hi, I'm Estella.  Welcome," she said in standard pseudo-friendly
customer service greeting while she processed another customer.

The fortyish-looking man slowed down just enough to look her up and
down.  He smiled at her and headed into the shelves and shelves of
videos.

That was encouraging thought Estella.

Evan was the only other worker at the register, so there was a good
chance she'd get him at her terminal.  Estella watched for him as
she processed customers.  The man got in line with just two customers
ahead of him.  Estella took the first one.  She'd get him at her
terminal, she thought excitedly.  The line suddenly swelled as all
the customers seemed to come to the front at once with their video
selections.  Evan took the next customer.  The man was at the front
of the line.

"I'll take the the next customer," Jennifer said.

To Estella's dismay, her store manager just opened a terminal to abate
the line.

The man took a step forward and then noticed Estella's sad face stare
 at him.

"Go ahead," he said to the woman behind him.  "I need to find my money."
The fact that he had a twenty dollar bill in his hand was unimportant
and unnoticed to the woman.  She just wanted to get to a register and
go home.

"Next," Estella said, when she was ready.  The man walked up to her
terminal. 'The Sound of Music' and 'Babe'.  Each one a good movie
Estella thought, but family-fare.  Was she reading him wrong?

Estella punched up his phone number.  Richard West was his name.
A quick calculation from his birthdate (collected for demographics) made
him 43.  Wife was named Debbie.

Richard handed her the twenty.  "How old are you?" he said.

"Here is your change, sir," Estella said with her cool unflappability.

"Were you staring at me?"  he asked.

"All the information in on the receipt, sir," she calmly said.  She
always did feel a little hotter when she tried a pick-up.  She gave
him a big warm smile.

Richard got into his car at the store parking lot.  He immediately
pulled out the receipt.  He turned it over.  It said:  "23" "Yes"
A phone number followed, presumably hers, and then the words "After 7".
The receipt then said: "This girl loves to have fun." Finally, it was
signed "Estella".  He smiled.  While his wife and kids enjoyed the
videos, he'd go out and enjoy this young woman.

Estella's phone rang just after seven.

"Hello," she said.

"Estella?" a man said.  It sounded like he was in his car.

"Yes?"

"I love to have fun with a girl who loves to have fun."

It ws Richard she knew.  Another successful pick-up for her.

"Come on over," Estella said.  She gave him her address.

Estella changed into a negligee, but she put on a terry-cloth robe
over it.  In fifteen minutes, her doorbell rang.  She looked through
the peephole for safety reasons.  It was him.

"Enter," she said when she opened the door to him.  Her eyes twinkled.

Richard stepped in.  He couldn't keep his eyes off her.  She sure was
a beautiful one.

Estella closed the door.  "If you don't mind," Estella said to him
just inside the door.  She began to unbutton his shirt," But I like to
have fun right away."

Richard instantly liked the straight-forwardness of this girl.

Estella slipped his shirt off his arms and hung it on the front
doorknob.  She pulled up his undershirt over his head and off his
raised arms.  She ran her hands over his chest.  She kissed his chest
and then sank slowly down to kiss his belly.  She dropped to her knees
in front of him.

"Damn," Richard mumbled, as she quickly undid his belt, pants button,
and zipper.  This girl was hot!

With Estella's vast experience, she easily finished pulling his slacks
and undershorts off with her hands while at the same time her mouth
sucked on his cock.

For Richard, while she sucked on his cock he found it difficult to
just lift his leg so she could slip off his clothing.  He quickly knew
she was the damnedest cocksucker he'd ever experienced.

Estella was impressed with his cock.  It was larger and longer than
most cocks.  It was harder than most younger cocks.  He seemed to have
a lot of self-control.  Most men would be close to cumming already.
She didn't sense that he was near yet.

"Why don't you let me see what's under that robe there?" Richard said,
as he watched her mouth move over his cock.  Damn, she was good!

Estella went hands-free again and she untied her robe.  She opened
the robe and then slipped it off her shoulders.  Richard looked down.
He could clearly see her big tits inside her negligee.  Estella shook
her body to dislodge the robe and get it to fall down.

"Oh, God!" Richard groaned, as her body shaking brought him close to
the edge.  He felt her lips clamp down on his cock.  He realized she
was controlling his orgasm.

"What are you doing there, Essie?" he said.  "We done having fun
already?"

"I want you to come inside me.  Not now.  I want to come too," she
explained after she took her mouth off his cock.

"The Holy Scepter can rise again and again."

"The Holy Scepter?" she verified, by taking his cock in her hand.
What was with this guy?  Holy Scepter?  Essie?

"Yes, God has infused me with incredible resurrection powers,"
Richard elaborated.

"You're not lying to me just to get oral that your wife won't give
you, are you?" she asked.

"No, he said.  "I have every intention of fucking you into seventh
heaven several times before the night is done."

"Okay," said Estella.  She wasn't convinced by his words, but she went
back to the blowjob.

"You are so good, my angel," he said when her mouth reenveloped his
cock, his Holy Scepter."

Estella moved her mouth up and down on his cock.  She maintained
an unpredictablity with her tongue where he could never guess where
she'd touch or lick or slurp.  She knew it drove men wild.

Richard looked down at her in amazement.  She was absolutely boiling
his balls with her cocksucking.

Estella was surprised he wasn't groaning, but the way his cock was
twitching she knew he was close.  She tightly pressed her lips against
his cock and began to go up and down on it as hard and deep as she
could.  It didn't bother her if the cock head touched the back of her
throat.

Richard legs quaked as he was about to explode.  What was this girl
doing to him!

"Holy fuck!  Holy fuck!" he finally moaned out.

Estella knew it was imminent.

"Oh, God.  Oh,  God!"  he groaned.   And then he spoke out loudly one
last "GOD!" and he began to shoot his cum.

As soon as Estella heard that final loud yell, she buried his cock as
deeply as she could in her mouth.   His cock spurted directly to the
back of her throat.  When his cock subsided, she carefully slipped her
mouth off his cock and swallowed.  Her mouth and lips were very clean
except for a trail of cum that his cock left on her lower lip when it
exited her mouth.

"I got to sit down, I gotta sit down," Richard said, out-of-breath.
He collapsed down right there with his back against the front door.
It felt like she took a lot more out of him that just his cum.  He'd
never felt anything like that before.

"That was a blowjob and not a fuck," Estella told him.

"What?" Richard said in a daze.  He'd never felt like this after sex
before.

"You were moan something about 'fuck'.  It's a blowjob."

"Damn, you can sure suck good.  You're incredible."

This was not uncommon praise that Estella heard, but she loved to
here it everytime.  She never tired of it.

"So let's fuck," Estella said.

"Damn, girl.  Give me a moment," he panted out.  "I've never been
wiped out like that before."  He was used to wiping out the women.

"Yeah, like I thought," said Estella with disappointment.  She
stood up and bent forward.  She shook her tits.  "Does this do
anything for you?"   She looked at his still limp dick.  She turned and
walked toward her bedroom.  "Let yourself out."

Richard saw the curves of her ass as she walked away in her negligee.
The sway of her movement and the way it clung to her.  He wondered
if she was an angel or a devil.  She stopped at the doorway and looked
back at him one last time.  He smiled at her.  She shook her head and
went into the bedroom.  He had underestimated her he realized.  She
was a lot more than some pretty girl that worked at a video store.
He happily noticed his cock start to stir and firm up.

Estella got into bed under the covers.  Why did she give him the
chance?  Guys took time to recover from her blowjobs.  They all did.
She thought he was something more.  Now, she'd just have to spend the
night sexually frustrated.

Estella jumped when her bedroom light turned on.

"I like to see," Richard said.

"Me too," Estella said while staring at his newly erect cock.  She
sat up and quickly stripped off the blankets and pushed them to the
floor.

"Why don't you strip off that little nightie you have on there and
let me see you in all your glory?"

Quickly, Estella pulled it off her and threw it on the blanket pile.

Richard climbed up on the bed and gently pushed her down on her back.
His hands came to the outer sides of her tits and took hold of them.
His mouth came down between them.

"Lo, this is a land of milk and honey," he said, as he licked in
her cleavage and sucked the soft skin of the inner side of her tits.

Estella hissed when he took her right nipple into her mouth.  He gently
and meticulously sucked on it.  He rolled it with his tongue.  She'd
never felt her nipple so hard and erect and long.  This guy knew how
to make love to tits!

"Ohhhh!" she moaned.

"Yes, girl," he said in response to her moan.  "Feel heaven inside
you."

His mouth crossed over to her left nipple as his hand continued the
manupulation of her right nipple.

"OHHHHH!" she moaned again.  This was the most arousing touching of
her tits ever.  She'd never been interested in tit-fucks, but she
almost wanted it now.  She reached out and grabbed his cock with her
right hand.  She pulled on it to bring it closer to her.

"You see the resurrection is complete," he said.  "The Holy Scepter
is alive."

"Yesssss," she moaned.

Estella squirmed when Richard's right hand reach down to her pussy.
"Ahhhh!" she cried when he rubbed her clit.

"Looking and sounding good," he said in response to her moan.  He
inserted his middle finger into her pussy which caused Estella to
gasp.  He noted her pussy felt incredibly hot around his finger.
Hot Damn!  What kind of woman was she?  He need to be in that!

Estella needed him inside her.  As soon as he had touched her clit,
any thoughts of a tit-fuck changed to a true fuck.

"You *still* haven't fucked me after that blowjob," Estella said,
in the midst of panting.  "What are you waiting for?"

He wondered is she was goading him.  He wasn't sure how to respond.
She was sexually more woman than he'd ever been with before, he knew
that already without having fucked her yet.  How much more was there
to her?

Richard slid on top of her and spread her legs wider.  She didn't even
flinch as it was often slightly painful to women to be stretched open
that wide.  He lined up his cock.

"Are you waiting for this?" Richard said.  He punched his Holy Scepter
into her pussy in a powerful thrust instead of the gradual entry.

"Ahhh!" Estella cried as she felt his long cock rapidly enter her
pussy.  The entire length imbedded itself inside her.

"You want a fuck.  I'll fuck you alright," he said with authority.

Estella felt his cock start to move.  She immediately clamped down
with her pussy muscles.  Her legs swung up and pressed against his
butt as if they could hold him inside.  It was her pussy that did
all the work.  The movement of her legs rotated her hips and her pussy
swung up and she felt his cock sink a little deeper.

"Unhhh!" Richard groaned as his Holy Scepter presssed into her deeper.
He had been thinking about fucking her hard and fast.  She was a devil
alright.  No one ever controlled him.  Certainly, not like she was.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned as she felt the wonderful sensations of his cock
stretch her.  It was not often her pussy got to be stretched so deeply.
"Your cock feels so cock," she informed him.

Richard couldn't move.  His Holy Scepter was stuck inside her.  After
the initial surprise of her pussy clamping around his cock, he noticed
how hot it was inside her pussy.

"I thought you wanted to fuck, girl," he said.

"Ahhhh," Estella moaned back.  "I do, I do.  Take your time, because
once you cum, it's over."

Richard realized she doubted the resurrection ability of the Holy
Scepter.  He'd gotten off to a bad start with her after the blowjob,
but he was proud that he had the recuperation ability of a teen boy.
However, she had his cock trapped immobile, so he was in no position to
disagree right now.  He may be on top of her and he may be used to
being in control, but she was in control.  For the moment.

Richard waited patiently.  Waited for her to recede.  Sometimes she'd
squeeze even harder, but he couldn't move.  She held him inside her for
at least five minutes.

Estella closed her eyes and arched her neck and basked in the feelings.
This was most excellent.  He was so big and hard for a guy she just
made cum fifteen minutes ago.

"Hhhhhh," she breathed in quickly, when in a relaxed moment.  His cock
pulled all the way out of her.  It felt as if the air rushed into her
lungs to replace the empty space in her pussy.

He pushed his cock back in.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned.  He began to move inside her.

Richard was pleased.  Finally, he could fuck her!  His Holy Scepter
pushed hard in and out of her.

"Ohhhh!" she moaned.

He had just cum recently.  He knew he could fuck her for a long time
now.

He was thrusting so hard inside her already Estella felt.  He should
be about ready to cum, but something told her he wasn't.  Normally,
she would hold a guy back so she could cum too.

"OHHHHHHH" Estella moaned loudly.  He was going to make her cum
already.  This man knew how to fuck!

Estella began intermittent pussy muscle squeezing.  He wanted him to
cum too.  He wanted to feel that big cock of his shoot into her as
she came.

"Glory, glory," he cried out, as he felt powerful sensations on the
head of his Holy Scepter as she squeezed it while he moved inside her.
Was she going to make him cum again already?

Richard began to thrust even harder.  Estella lifted up her tits, so
he pressed down on them with his chest with each thrust.  Feeling her
big tits with every thrust pushed him over the edge.  He couldn't stop.

"God!" he cried out.

Estella screamed loud just after she felt him spurt.  Her head swam
with ecstasy.  That was a good fuck!

Richard collapsed down on top of her breathing hard.  Damn, she could
take a lot out of him.

"I'm sure glad you didn't go home," Estella said.

"Now, why didn't you believe me when I told you about the Holy
Scepter's God-given resurrection ability?"

"Experience with most men," she replied.  "By the way, what's with
the religious references?"

"I'm a pastor," Richard replied.

"Oh," she said quietly.  Well, that *was* a surprise.

"My cock has always been able to resurrect quickly," he further
explained.  "I don't think I'd have this ability if I wasn't intended
to use it.  I love to fuck."

A man after Estella's own heart.

"Of course, I don't let people know.  They wouldn't understand."

"Like your wife."

"Now look, girl," he said sounding a little perturbed.  "I love my
wife.  I love my three children.  But I need more than my wife or
any one woman can give.  That's why I fuck around."

"You don't have to justify it to me," Estella defended herself.
"That's how I live my life.  I'm glad you decided to try me.  You're
a great fuck."

"You say that as if the night is over."

"Well,  certainly..." Estella paused.  "Oh my God!"  She felt his
cock start to harden.

"Get up on your hands and knees," Richard told her.  "I'm going to
fuck you doggy-style like you've never been fucked before."

Estella excitedly turned over.  He was going to come in her pussy
again!  She mentally braced herself.  She knew he was going to ram
into her hard.   That was okay by her.

"Ahhhh, Yessss!" Estella cried, as she felt his cock ram deeply into
her pussy.

"Glory, glory," he moaned out upon reentry.

He paused for just a few seconds and then pulled the Holy Scepter back
and then rammed back in.

"Let's see those tits shake, girl."

He began to stroke firmly in and out of her pussy.  He slowly picked
up speed.  He held her steady with his hands on her hips.  Estella's
tits shook more and more as he fucked her harder and harder.

Richard's voice rambled as he fucked her.

"While I fuck in the valley of joy, I shall fuck and enjoy.  Fuck
and enjoy.  Until the days of milk and honey are delivered to the
valley in great quantity."

The religious speak creeped out Estella a little, but she found she
could easily tune it out.  It helped that he was such a great fuck.
Estella was frustrated that she couldn't quite get a hold of his
cock.   She tried to clamp down on it and hold it inside her pussy,
but he already had her in high arousal.  He was the one who was in
control.

Richard felt her try to squeeze the Holy Scepter, but he was moving it
in and out of her pussy too fast.  Damn, this was one hot girl, he
thought again.

"Ahhhhhh!" Estella cried out.  Her own orgasm took her by unaware.
That never happened!

Richard felt her cum, but he continued to fuck her.  She'd made him
cum twice already.  He felt confident he'd last a good long time.

Estella felt his cock continue to thrust in and out of her pussy
after she came.  Not that she was complaining.  It felt wonderful.
She was just used to it all being over after she came.  Had she
really cume after just ten minutes?

Richard continued to fuck hard and fast.  He was in good physical
condition and he had lots of experience.  She began to thrust back
at him.  Amazing!  She wasn't worn out.  He felt almost ready to
explode.

Estella was about to cum again.  She pushed her ass back to meet
each thrust and push his cock harder and deeper into her.  A fast
motion of two bodies that was a sight to see.

Glory, glory," said Richard, as he began to cum.  "Thank you, God,
for giving this pussy to me."  The Holy Scepter twitched and his
milk and honey was delivered to her valley.

"OHHHHH, YESSSSS!" Estella cried as she felt him cum at the exact
moment she started to cum.

Richard laid down on the bed.  He definitely felt worn out now.  He'd
never felt worn out before.  He could always go longer.

Estella collapsed down on her stomach.  She felt cum trickle out of
her pussy.  She was exhausted.  She was never exhausted after sex.
She could always go longer.

"Can I come over again in a couple of days?" Richard asked.  He wanted
to keep fucking.  He *really* wanted to keep fucking.  But he knew he
couldn't right now.

Estella never did the same guy more than one night.  She *really*
wanted to continue fucking, but she couldn't right now.

"Of course," she said.

Estella and Richard couldn't get enough of each other.  They fucked
two, sometimes three times a week.  The sessions were always
exhausting and fantastic.  They simply wore each other out time
after time.

A month later, Estella was working at the store.  She was in the
middle of processing a customer.

"Next please," her manager Jennifer said.

"I'll wait for her," the woman who was next in line said.

Estella looked at the woman.  Estella was the only other person
working at the front of the store, so the woman must have meant
her.  Estella didn't recognize the woman who appeared to be in her
late thirties.

"I can help you here," Estella said politely to the woman when she
finished the previous customer.

"I'd like you to stay away from my husband, you hussy!" the woman
immediately said when she stepped up to the counter.

"What?" Estella said, not knowing what she was talking to about.

"You heard me!"

Estella noticed people quickly paid attention to them, including
her boss.

"I don't even know you, let alone your husband," Estella defended.
Who was this crazy woman?

"I am Debbie West," the woman said.  "I believe you've been fucking
my husband Richard for the last month."  Debbie hated to use such
foul language, but she had to get her point across to this tramp
in language that tramps understand.

Oh Shit!  "I don't know what you are talking about," Estella said,
now feigning her innocence.

"Richard confessed the whole thing to me.  How you wrote the note
on the back of the receipt with your phone number and invited him
over.  You tramp!"  Debbie practically spat the last two words at her.

Was she blind and stupid?  Estella thought Her husband had as much to
do with it as she did.  Estella didn't respond fast enough to Debbie.

"Is this true, Estella?" asked Jennifer.

"Noooo," Estella protested strongly.  "I have no idea what she is
talking about!"

"Don't you lie," Debbie screamed at her.  "You...you homewrecker."

Estella later regretted not keeping her cool.  She normally was so
cool.  Estella yelled back.

"If Richard hadn't called me, we would have never gotten together.
Maybe if you weren't so cold and stuck up and learned to fuck, he
wouldn't go looking for someone else."

"I'll let you know we have three beautiful children together."

"My smelly pubes are more erotic than your entire pussy!"

"See," said Debbie turning to the crowd in appeal.  "How can our men
resist a tramp like this?"

Estella boiled.

"Estella," said Jennifer, "You're fired.  Leave now."

Estella hung her head.  She was defeated.

*****

"So how did you feel?" asked Ashley to Estella

"I was angry, of course.  I felt Richard hung me out to dry a bit."

"Were you suicidal?"

"Oh, hell, no," replied Estella.  "I know I'll always bounce back.
Working at the Chicken King now is alright."

"Do you still give your phone number on the back of receipts?"

"No, I stick to nightclubs."

"Good."

"For now."

Ashley gave her a glare.

"So what happened next?" asked Ashley.

"I sulked.  I actually went 48 hours without sex.  Pretty stupid in
hindsight.  I then did the nightclub thing.  There was a woman at
the club who was obviously a hooker.  I saw a guy give her money and
leave with her.  I thought I could do that sort of thing."

Ashley looked at the clock.  "You'll have to tell me about your first
night walking the streets next session.  Sadly, it will be our last
time together."

Estella felt a little sad about that too.

"I looked up Jenna Jameson," said Ashley.

"Yeah?" said Estella, smiling.

"Why do you want to be a porn star?"

"All the sex.  You get paid for it.  No dangers like prostitution
has.  Its the perfect job for someone like me.  Right?  You should
know that by now!

"Maybe," said Ashley. "You'd have to do anal to be really
successful at it."

"Not right away," replied Estella.  "But I think I can do it."

"You've looked into this already, haven't you?

"Yeah."

"What about DPs?"

Estella laughed.  "You've learned a lot about it already yourself too.
Do you think there is anything I couldn't do?"

Ashley didn't reply right away.  "No," she said, "there isn't."

"Does any of it appeal to you?" asked Estella.  "You're loosening up
after all."

"Not that loose!" Ashley responded.  The fact of the matter was she
did find something intriguing about the idea of being a porn star.
Estella was right.  All that sex.  And money for it too.  But Ashley
was content about the changes she'd already made in her life.  She'd
keep going down that course.

*****

Lori was amazed how friendly Joe was as he waited for Ashley.  He
was animated and talkative today.  Ashley must have been doing great
work with him.  He usually was morose and never would make eye
contact with her.

"Oh, yeah," Joe told Lori.  "Ashley is the best."  Lori noted he
didn't call Ashley, Dr. Moore anymore.  "She said we had a breakthrough
session last time."

"I can tell," said Lori.

"Come on in, Joe," came Ashley's voice at the door to the office.

"Ashley!" he said excitedly.

Something was wrong here thought Lori.

"So tell me about your encounters with women this past week, said
Ashley as soon as they both sat down.

"It was great, Ashley," Joe said.  "I met this woman at the grocery
store.  Her name was Alisha.  She was pretty.  Not as pretty as you,
Ashley."

"That's sweet of you to say, Joe," replied Ashley, "But I know there
are women prettier than me."

"I talked to her for five minutes.  She even laughed at my joke."

"Sounds like she liked you."

"I guess so."

"Did you get her phone number?"

"No."

"Joe!" Ashley said, shaking her head.

"Are you going to suck my cock now?" he said hopefully.

"No, you're going to fuck me this session," Ashley said as if she was
reading the phone book.  "But you need to learn to get beyond me.
There are other women who want to fuck you.  You need to find them.
I won't always be here for you."

Joe didn't hear anything beyond "you're going to fuck me".  Did he
hear right?

Ashley stood up and began to undress.   She undid her skirt and let
if fall to the floor.  She then began to unbutton her blouse.

"Are you going to get undressed or not?" Ashley asked crossly.

She was mad at him again.  He didn't like that.  He got panicked.  He
was going to be naked.  A woman would see him naked.  Surely, Ashley
wouldn't laugh.  Would she?

"Are you going to get dressed or do I have to rip your clothes off
you?" Ashley said.  She was undoing her bra now.  "I'd hate to have
to send you out there where Lori will see you naked."

No!  He wouldn't like that.  He rapidly began to undress.

Ashley slid off her panties.  She bent over and picked up a blanket
and spread it out on the floor.  She laid down on the blanket on her
back.

Joe tried to undress as quickly as he could, but it was very
distracting when she bent over to pick up that blanket.  His eyes
bulged when he realized he could see her pussy.

Ashley waited for him.  When he was finally undressed, she opened her
legs.

"Fuck me, Joe," she said.

Joe laid down on top of her.  He was clumsy at first and squished her
tits a couple of times, but finally got into a comfortable position.

Ashley could feel Joe's cock pressing against her clit.  She slid up
a little and then reached down and nestled his cock between her pussy
lips.

"Fuck me, Joe," she repeated.

Joe pushed his cock forward.

Joe wasn't a virgin.  He had sex for his first and only time when he
was sixteen.  He had just gotten into Rachel's pussy and stroked
inside it a few of times.  It had felt so wonderful.  Then the guys
came through the door.  They laughed at him.  Rachel pushed him away
and said "Get off me, you loser."

Ashley felt his sexual inexperience as his cock moved inside her.  She
stayed patient.  Joe was a handsome man and she knew if Joe would only
give women a chance many, many women would want to be with him.

Joe couldn't believe he was inside Ashley's pussy.  It had been so
uncomfortable for him when the psychiatrists decided to switch him to
a woman doctor.  She was so pretty.  He barely talked to her the
first few sessions.  Last week he discovered how big Ashley's tits
were and she had sucked his cock.  Know he was fucking her!  Joe
thought this was the happiest he'd ever been in his life.

Ashley felt good with Joe's cock pumping inside her.  Despite his
inexperience, his inborn physical abilities took over and he was
smoothly moving inside her pussy now.  The sensations were wonderful.
She was pleased.  She knew he was going to make her cum.

Joe become oblivious to everything else.  He didn't know that he was
long past the amount of time he was in Rachel's pussy.  He wasn't too
aware of Ashley squirming and thrusting under him.  When she began
to moan, he was aware.

"Ohhhhhhh," Ashley moaned.  His cock was rubbing inside her at just
the right spots.

Ashley's moans further aroused Joe and he pushed into her harder and
faster.

The additional pressure on Ashley's clit made her moan even stronger.

"Ashley, Ashley, Ashley," he groaned as he pumped into her pussy at a
furious pace now.

"Yes, Joe.  Yes, Joe.  Cum in me.  Cum in me," said Ashley sounding
instructional in the midst of ecstasy.

"OHHHHHH!" groaned Joe, loudly.  He started to cum on an outstroke,
but then instinctively pressed his entire cock deep into her pussy.
His cock poured its liquid contents down into Ashley.


"UNNNN-OHHHH!" moaned Ashley.  The intense pressure of Joe's cock
rammed hard into her sent her over the top.  She felt his long-time
unused cock deposit his cum into her.  That was good!  She hadn't
expected her first time with Joe to be that good.

"You were wonderful, Joe," said Ashley, as she raised her head up
and kissed his lips.

"You are good too, Ashley," replied Joe.  "You are so beautiful.  I
like our sessions now."

"Me too, Joe.  We're going to do this every session from now on.  Can
you handle that?"

"Yeah," he said smiling.

Ashley still encouraged him to try to meet other women during the
week.  "I'll be so excited," she told him, "when you come in sometime
and tell me all about how you fucked some woman.  You will make me
proud."

"But we can still have sex, right?" Joe asked, uncertainly.

"Oh, yeah," replied Ashley, "You think I'm going to give up a man
like you?  I can share."

"Oh, good."

Lori looked up from her receptionist's desk when Joe came out of the
office.  Joe stepped up the desk.  Lori thought his eyes had sort of a
glazed look.

"Same time next week?" Lori asked punching up the scheduler on her
computer.

"Yeah," Joe replied.

"You sure are changed the last two weeks," Lori commented.

"Yeah, Ashley sure is hot."

"Hot?"

"Uh...good," Joe corrected.

"I heard some strange sounds coming from the office," Lori probed
further.

"Uh...like what?"  Joe started to sweat.

"What are you doing in there?" Lori asked.

"Therapy stuff.  Patient-Doctor confidential stuff, you know?"  Maybe
that would get her to stop asking questions.

"You're all set," said Lori, completing the computer transaction.

"Bye," Joe said hurriedly and left.

Lori watched him leave.  She wanted to ask more questions.  She turned
and glared at Ashley's door.

*****

"This is our last session," Ashley said to Estella.  "We really didn't
get to behavior modification therapy.  You just told me about your
background.  You have more background that most people.

Estella laughed.

"But before you tell me your story I want to let you know I started
fucking Joe.  He's a cute guy who's a patient of mine."

"Are you allowed to do that?" Estella asked, slightly concerned.

"No," replied Ashley, "But it's good for him to help him get over
his aversion to women and I get some good sex."

"Sounds good," Estella said, shrugging her shoulders.  Anyway you can
get good sex is a good way.

"So go ahead, Estella," said Ashley.  "Tell me about becoming a
prostitute."

*****

It was just a few days after being fired from the video rental store
that Estella decide to try prostitution as her employment choice
instead of getting another low-paying job elsewhere.  She liked low-
paying jobs because they had no responsibility and she could spend
the rest of her time fucking instead of thinking about work.
Prostitution had promises of being a good paying job also.

Estella dressed in a party dress, purposely overdid her make-up, and
wore high-heels that she didn't like.  She had found them in the back
of her closet.  She thought she had thrown them away.  They seemed to
fit the "ensemble".

Estella went down to the street corner of Main and Date.  The corner
was located near cheesier clubs plus a few strip joints.  She'd seen
hookers on the corner when she drove through the neighborhood once.
Drove with her doors locked.

"Hi," she said to three working girls, "I'm Estella."

The three women looked her up and down.  The taller one, the one with
the ugly pink boa around her neck and big hair, said "I'm Trixie."

"I'm Dixie," the slighly plump brunette said.

"Oh and I'm...." the third one paused.  "Dinah."  She had hair-
coloring gone wrong bad blonde hair on her head.

The women giggled.

So you don't want me to know your real names, thought Estella.  Okay.
Lesson learned.  So I shouldn't use mine.

"Mind If I hang with you?" Estella asked.

"Well..." said Dinah.

"I don't know if you..." said Trixie.

"You should probably go somewhere else," said Dixie.  She looked
around cautiously.

"Why?" asked Estella.  Why were they being so unfriendly?

The trio noticed a car slow down.

"Hi ladies," the driver said.

The trio crowded into the open passenger window.

"Hi there," they giggled at him.

Estella tried to move forward, but there was no room for her.  Estella
couldn't hear what was being said, but Dinah got in the car and it
drove off.

The two remaining girls sighed and looked around hoping to catch
someone's eye.

"Can I stay now?" said Estella.  There was just three again.

The girls turned, surprised to see her still there.

"Look, honey," said Trixie.

"Fred won't like it," interrupted Dixie.

"Fred?" questioned Estella.

"Our pimp."

Did she need to get a pimp Estella wondered?

"Who's this?" a male voice said.

"Just another girl, Fred," replied Dixie with anxiety, "But we're
getting her straightened out.

"Are you trying to work my street, girlie?" Fred said to Estella.
He walked right up to her.

"I didn't know it was your street.  I thought it was open to whoever."

"We were letting her know," interjected Dixie.

"You shut up!" Fred snarled at Dixie.  "Just get some business."

"Hey!" said Estella defending Dixie.

Fred turned back and punched Estella in the face.

Estella fell to the ground.  Her hand came up and clutched her face.

"Get on out of here," Fred yelled.

Estella stood up and ran.

The next morning when Estella looked in the mirror, she had a mild
shiner under her left eye.  She work on it with makeup for a while
and was very successful at covering it up.

She paced aimlessly in her apartment that day.  Should she go find
another regular job?  No.  Fred didn't own all the streets.

That evening she went down to a corner several blocks away from the
previous night.  She noticed a couple of girls, but she stayed away
from them.  A lot of guys would look at her as they walked by and
plenty of cars slowed down and stared at her.  One guy almost hit
a pedestrian while gaping at her.  It was a little colder tonight.
She didn't bring a jacket.  After forty-five long minutes, a guy
pulled-up in a red Monte Carlo.  The power window went down.

"Hi there," Estella said seductively putting her head through the
window.

"Hi, pretty lady," he answered.

"Looking for some fun?" she asked.

"I'm always looking for some fun.  What kind of fun can I get?"

"For a hundred bucks you can get the fuck of a lifetime."

The man turned off the headlights of his car.

"What do say?  Want to go for a ride?" Estella pursued.

"I don't know," the man answered.  "How about you're under arrest?"

"What?" Estella said startled.  She pulled her head out and stood up
straight.

Two men were suddenly by her side.  They showed their police badges.
So did the man in the car.  The taller cop handcuffed her and walked
her forward.  A police patrol car suddenly appeared from around the
corner.

"You have the right to remain silent..." the taller cop said.

Estella cried.  She couldn't remember the last time she cried.

*****

"I hope your not thinking of ever trying that again," said Ashley.

"Oh, no," said Estella.  "Those two nights are enough to keep me away
from that."

Ashley stood.  "I'm so glad I met you."  Tears slowly trickled down
her cheeks.  She hugged Estella.  "I'll miss you."

"I wasn't too happy about doing this counselling thing," said Estella,
"But you made it an okay time."

"Just okay?" said Ashley, in feigned hurt.

"I'll miss you too, Ashley," replied Estella.

*****

"Oh, yes, Joe!  Fuck me! Fuck me!" cried Ashley as Joe slammed his
cock roughly into her pussy at his next therapy session.  She held her
legs up and got deep penetration of his cock.  Wow, this was a good
fuck!  Joe was way better already.

"You like it hard this time, Ashley?" groaned Joe as he pounded her
pussy.

"Oh, yes! oh yes!  Fuck me hard!" cried Ashley.  "Don't hold back."

With all the noise of their fuck, neither one heard her locked door
being unlocked and then opened.

"Doctor Moore!" came a man's voice.

Ashley stirred.  What was that?  Mr. Stephenson?  She turned back to
her sensations.  She was about to cum!

"What are you doing?" a man said.

Joe heard the voice and broke rhythm.

"Don't stop!  Don't stop!" cried Ashley.  She desperately thrusted
her hips at her.

"Unnhhh!" Joe groaned.

It worked!  Joe resumed thrusting hard into her pussy.  She was so
close. Just a little bit more.

"YESSSSS!" she moaned, as she came.

Ashley heard Joe groan again and then felt her pussy filled with his
cum.  Wow, that felt good!

"Doctor Moore," said Mr. Stephenson sternly.

Ashley turned her head.  Mr. Stephenson was standing in the doorway.
She saw Lori standing behind him with a smug look on her face.

"Joe," said Ashley quietly.  "I have homework for you this week."

"Yeah," said Joe, in plain voice.

"Not so loud," said Ashley.

"Okay," Joe whispered.

"I need you to help Lori."

"Lori?"

"Yeah, she has a strange fantasy about being raped in her car in
the parking lot on a Thursday."

"Okay," said Joe, his mind thinking.

*****

Ashley didn't argue over her firing.  She collected her personal
effects and left.  She stayed in her apartment for two days watching
TV and eating junk food.  She finally got stir-crazy.  She needed to
do something.  She needed to find Estella.  She needed a friend.
Ashley had an idea.

Ashley called her old office.

"Hello," a woman said.

Ashley was surprised it wasn't Lori.

"Where's Lori?" Ashley asked in disguised voice.

"She won't be in today.  I'm Shannon.  I'm filling in."

Ashley looked at the wall calendar.  Today was Friday.  She wondered.

"I'm...Susan from the court prostitute reform program.  I wondered if
you could look up one of your patient's address for us?"

"Sure," said Shannon.  "Who's the patient?"

Ashley was relieved that Shannon wasn't thinking about patient
confidentiality or that the court should have everyone's address.

"Estella Briana," Ashley said.

*****

Estella answered the knock on the door at two in the afternoon.  She
didn't work today and looked forward to going to one of the nightclubs
tonight.

"Ashley!" said Estella in surprise.  Ashley looked horrible.  "Come
in.  What happened to you?"

They sat at the dinette.

"I got fired," Ashley explained.  "I got caught fucking Joe.  I think
Lori figured it out.  Mr. Stephenson came in to my office while we
were doing it.  Lori was right there with him."

"That stuck-up, bitch!" exclaimed Estella, in sympathy.

"It's okay," said Ashley, waving it off.  "I think I needed an even
bigger change in my life.

"But what are you going to do?" said Estella with concern.

"I want you to go to L.A. with me.  Let's become porn stars."

"What!" said Estella in shock.

"What preventing you from becoming a porn star, Estella?  It's your
dream after all."

"I...I...I guess I'm actually a little scared."

"Me too.  But we'll be there for each other.  My Lexus is only a year
old, so we're not going to break down.  I'll just max out my credit
cards on the trip.  Once we get there, I'll sell the car and we'll
be back to even.  Jenna Jameson won't stand a chance against us too."

Estella was getting excited.  "When do you want to go?"

"Right now!  Get all the clothes you want to bring.  My suitcase is
already in the car."

Estella head swam.  Right now!  When would she get this chance again?
Even if it didn't work out, she'll have a whole new city with new
nightclubs.

"Let's do it!"  Estella headed for the bedroom to pack a few things.

"If you like Joe," said Estella, "Why don't you invite him to come
along?"

"Well...he's in jail," said Ashley hesitantly.

"Jail?" replied Estella.

"Let's just say, I encouraged Joe's further sexual expression with
Lori.  It's better if you don't want more.  It's another reason to
leave now.

"Okay," said Estella wondering, but not asking.

Estella Briana and Ashley Moore headed off the Los Angeles to be porn
stars.

THE END

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