FIRST TIME

I was very nervous and scared. I'd been booked for an eight o'clock date and around six I turned on the shower. I felt very highly-strung and, for the first time in quite a while, sexy. The touch of my fingers on my naked flesh seemed to increase my welling excitement. I resisted the urge to play with myself, for a few seconds, but was too weak-willed to be able to resist for long. Taking a deep breath and, hesitantly at first, reached down and gently gripped my sex lips and parted them. Holding a bar of soap, in the other hand, I softly ran it up and down my exposed slit before pressing it hard against my throbbing clitoris. I moaned loudly as I felt the warm, squashy bar press against my hard throbbing love button. It seemed to release the deep and smouldering desire, which I'd had to control for so long.

The sides of the shower cubicle are lined with mirrors and, even though fogged by steam, I could see myself. The misting gave my reflection an air of mystery and romance. While still cupping my sex mound I began lathering soap over my heaving full breasts experiencing a delicious and wicked tingle of arousal as I stroked my pink nipples into aching hardness. I tugged on them so that the pain would temper the pleasure and slow my runaway arousal. My legs felt like jelly so I squatted down and could feel my dilated vagina tingling from the foamy mixture of soap and love juice which covered it.

That morning I'd decided that I could no longer put it off and had taken the decision that I was going to do it. 

After my husband decamped to Florida, with another woman, I discovered that I was responsible for his debts because he'd got me to sign a lot of financial agreements. I'd been in love with him and had not bothered to read any of the documents. I have looked after myself and, though thirty can pass for twenty two. Desperate to make some quick money I'd signed on with an escort agency believing that I could make enough to start paying off my creditors only to discover that to make any kind of real money you had to sleep with the punters. I knew that I would never sink that low but my debts increased and I was on the point of losing everything. I put my decision off for as long as I could but my landlord was pressing for the three months' rent I owed him and it was crunch time.

Having decided to take the final step that evening I began fantasising, to get myself in the right mood. I tried hard to imagine what a stranger's body would feel like naked against mine. These naughty thoughts excited me so much that I gave in to my arousal. My fingers slid along the slit until they easily slipped into my well lathered vagina. It wasn't enough and I added another finger and pushed all three deep inside my love channel and started furiously pumping them in and out, while using my thumb on my throbbing clit. All the while I was fantasising that it was as fat prick which was lewdly stretching my vagina to its outmost. With my spare hand I caressed my breasts before sliding it down across my taut belly. I could feel my clitoris swelling, and throbbing, between my labia. I was breathing erratically as my fingers closed around it and pulled it as far as it would go. My back arched as I pushed my pussy forward causing the fingers to dig even deeper inside my love hole. My wet body seemed to melt and become boneless as my hips began to rotate. I frantically rubbed my clitoris, in a circular motion, while at the same time moving my fingers in and out of my pussy as fast and as hard as I could. I reached an almost perfect rhythm, my hips moving in perfect unison with the motion of my fingers. I could hear myself moaning, like a woman in pain, as sharp sensations of extreme lust whipped through my body. It was good but what I really wanted was a hard prick inside my pussy. I was like a woman driven mad by frustration wanting, no needing, to feel the raging sensation of an orgasm triggered by having a very large prick inside her but strangely I was unable to climax. 

Shaking with frustration I finished showering then dried my body. I walked back into the bedroom to stand in front of the mirror. I looked at my reflection and tried to imagine that it was a man looking at me. His eyes would have been immediately drawn to the large, globes of my breasts, I'm sure. Being so heavy they sag a little but not all that much when you consider their size. They're pear shaped, heavier at the tip than at the base, and beneath the silky skin you can see a web of tiny blue veins. The large aureoles are raised and bumpy but perfectly circular, deep pink, with thick nipples at their centres which my husband once compared to organ stops. He used to play the organ in church so he should know. I slipped both my hands underneath one of my naked breast and lifted it up, enjoying the smooth, firm feel of the fleshy ballooning in my hands as my fingertips pinched the hard nipple, which still throbbed from the aborted masturbation. The red stem automatically became even more erect and stuck way out and I gripped it and gave it a vicious tug. The pain was intense and caused tears to spring into my eyes but it is the only way I can control my arousal. My eyes scanned downward inspecting the rest of my nakedness. My waist still has that pinched-in look, of course not as pronounced as when I was younger. My stomach is only slightly rounded which I think suits a woman. Turning around, with my back to the mirror, I looked over my left shoulder. I reached back and cupped the fullness of my sticking-out buttocks in my hands and squeezed. I could feel the play of muscles, beneath the firm flesh, as I clenched the twin cheeks. With a last look at myself I moved away and quickly dressed. I slipped into a new bra, no knickers and sheer hold-ups and four inch heels. The little black dress clung to my body like a glove. The bright red lipstick made my mouth look like a bruised fruit and I thought that I looked very fanciable for a not-so young woman.

I had quite a few drinks to give me Dutch courage as I dressed and waited for the minicab. I arrived at my client's hotel right on time. He was waiting for me in the lobby and was nothing like the man I'd fantasised about in the shower. He was short, squat, and dark-skinned with a nose which seemed to have been broken several times. He was wearing a dark suit which made him look like a Mafioso. My stomach flipped and my heart seemed to skip a beat as urgent voices, in the back of my head, told me that I didn't have to do it and warned me again that I was playing with fire but I ignored them. My desperate situation overrode any qualms I had about giving my body to the unattractive stranger.
Mario's beady eyes scanned my figure, flattered by the jersey dress, and he complimented me on my dress sense but I knew that he really was talking about my jutting bosom, which was pushed up and out by the new bra I'd bought for the occasion. It was a half cup Gossard which hardly covered my nipples while hoisting my breasts way up and together. My dress was low cut allowing a good deal of the upper swell of my bosom, and the deep cleavage, to be exposed. I wasn't wearing pants because of the panty-line showed through the tight dress.
We went out to dinner and the bistro was intimate, the tables candle-lit and the music romantic and I should have been there with a handsome young stud not a battered, middle-aged man. Mario surprised me by knowing his way around a French menu and ordering a wonderful, but light, meal accompanied by mature wines. He was an Italian-American and told me that he'd been a professional boxer and was now a sports agent. He was surprisingly articulate and fun to be with and, after a while, I forgot that he wasn't young and handsome and enjoyed his company. His beady eyes often returned to my bosom and, feeling daring, I made sure to lean forward so he could get a good view of my deep cleavage. Even though I was there because he'd hired me for the evening I felt that I was in control.
 
Who was kidding who? 

Though I was having a good time I wasn't sure that I could go through with my plan to sleep with him in fact I'd half decided to wait till I was with someone I fancied before doing so and was trying to think of a way to let him down gently.

When we'd finished our meal he swept me onto the dance floor. He was nearly a foot shorter then I but very light on his feet. Though initially I felt awkward slowly I began to relax, allowing my body to press firmly against his, as he rested his head on my upper chest. My heavy breasts were squashed against him, forcing them upward so that they were nearly popping out of my dress. He slipped one of his leg between mine bringing me even closer against him so that I felt his muscular thigh pressing against my pussy, squashing it and causing the material of my dress to bite into my vaginal flesh. It felt good and I didn't try to pull away instead I rotated my hips causing my sex mound to rub against his strong thigh. 

I was kidding myself that it was all harmless flirting. Looking back I can hardly believe that I was acting so stupidly.

My breathing became even more ragged as the pressure of his strong thigh awakened myriad of sexy sensations in my body. I almost forgot to breathe when I sensed something growing against my leg and realised that it was his penis and that it was huge and felt as long as my arm. It continued to stiffen and I shivered all over, as I felt the head pressing directly against my pussy. This wasn't what I'd envisaged and felt light-headed and confused. 

After a while Mario suggested that we leave and go to his room. I knew that I was on the point of taking the crucial last step and had to make up my mind fast and bid him goodnight in the lobby. I was so confused that I couldn't speak the words and instead, like a lamb to slaughter, I followed him into the lift. I hesitated as he opened the door, to his room, knowing that it was the last chance to extricate myself from the situation. Shrill voices were screaming in my head, reminding me that I was a good girl and shouldn't allow a man to use my body in return for a cash payment. From somewhere I managed to dredge a small vestige of decency and, in a voice hoarse with emotion, I thanked Mario for a lovely evening and hoped that he'd book me again, next time he was in town. He looked startled then I saw an angry glint in his eyes but he controlled his emotions and told me he'd enjoyed himself and it would be nice to do it again sometime. He kissed me on the cheek and stood at the door waiting for me to walk away. I was on the point of walking away when I remembered that my landlord was coming round the next day to collect the back rent and I started to cry. Without saying a word Mario pulled me inside and took me in his arms. I could hardly breathe and my legs were so shaky that he had to hold me up. For a brief moment our eyes locked, as if he was giving me one last chance to gracefully bow out, then I swayed against his body. His firm mouth covered mine, forcing my lips apart with his tongue and I yielded to the probing. His hands zeroed on my heaving breasts and massaged the flesh, as his mouth left mine and moved down. He kissed my neck and shoulders as he undid the zip then pulled the top of my dress down to my waist. Expertly he unclipped the clasp of my new bra before removing it altogether. He looked at my heaving, naked bosom and I could see greedy lust shining in his eyes as he told me how sexy and beautiful they were and how he was dying to wrap them around his prick. I was shocked by the direct way he expressed his lust yet, at the same time, it also aroused me to a tremendous pitch of excitement to so desired. I felt his hot breath scorching against my skin before his lips found one of my nipples and closed firmly around it. I moaned aloud, with excitement, as lust whipped through my shaking body and wetness welled up in my sex, like molten lava, as he sucked the throbbing teat into his mouth He undressed me but left my black stockings and shoes on then stepped back and slipped out of his clothes. He was very hairy and from his groin a massive erection stuck pointing at me like a gun and he took my right hand and guided it to it. A surge of wild desire swept through me, as my fingers glided along the extremely long length of his erect rod. I'd been right it was very long and thick, the largest one I'd ever held and it was hot and sweaty, as it twitched convulsively against the palm of my hand. Hesitantly I stroked its bulbous head with the pads of my fingertips.
I could hardly believe that it was me doing such a wanton thing, with a man I'd only just met because acting so brazenly was so unlike me that it scared me. When I’d decided, from necessity,  to sleep with my clients for money I’d imagined that it would be something I would do, without any emotional involvement or arousal instead I felt as if I was on fire as sexual frustration, alcohol, the slow tantalising teasing on the dance floor and the sheer daring of touching him so boldly combined to wipe out any misgivings I might have had. I twisted as I boldly guided his hard prick between my spread thighs so that the silken head brushed against my moist labia as I stroked the shaft.
His mouth seemed to be everywhere, my face, neck, breasts then again plastered against mine with his tongue slipping between my lips, driving deep into my mouth. The head of his penis was pressing hard against my pussy lips forcing them apart and my stomach churned, with a lustful mixture of excitement and fear as I realised that, within seconds, my vagina would be invaded by the huge column of flesh and there would be no turning back. Panic spread through me just as he began to shove his hips forward forcing the head of his penis between my vaginal lips. His hands were still massaging my naked breasts and rolling them around. He took the taut red tips between thumb and forefinger and squeezed them. Fiercer arousal overwhelmed me as my sex opened up, inviting penetration. He sucked one of my hard throbbing nipples between his lips and resistance fled from my squirming body. I was going crazy and felt as if I was losing my mind. I was shocked when I heard myself begging him to stick his cock into my pussy. He chuckled as he continued teasing me. My body was writhing uncontrollably against his and I pushed my pelvis forward to try to induce his prick to penetrate me. Grasping his cock, in one hand, Mario massaged my pulsing clitoris with the head before slowly, very slowly thrusting up into my pulsing hole. 

A fleeting thought weaved through my brain reminding me that I’d only just started taking the Pill and that moreover I’d intended to ask my clients to wear condoms however the sensation of that huge prick waiting to tunnel inside me swept it away..

I was more than ready and, instead of shying away, I lifted myself up on my toes to impale my pussy on his meaty prick. I wailed loudly as I reacted to the sensation of his large penis cleaving my pussy, dilating it as far as it would stretch. His hands cupped my buttocks and lifted me off the floor as he rammed his prick all the way inside me, driving the air out of my lungs. My legs curled around his hips as the tip of his prick pressed hard against the entrance to my womb. His compact body was very strong and he was able to lift me up then pull me down again and, each time, his hard pole cleaved into the yielding flesh of my sex as far as it could go. It seemed to grow harder and fatter each time and it felt as if my body was being rendered in two as incredible ecstasy seared through my lower body. 

I wriggled my bottom, as he pulled me down onto his prick causing it to corkscrew up my love canal. He was groaning and grunting with pleasure as he rammed his prick upward into my wet pussy. Holding onto his shoulders I started lifting myself up and down, over and over again. At times it felt as if I couldn't take anymore as the fat cockhead rammed against my womb so hard that it caused my breasts to heave up and down like buoys. We were sweating and our bodies were glued together. I was riding him like a jockey, my vaginal walls gripping his prick tight to make sure I wasn't unhorsed. I groaned and gasped for air because I felt as if I couldn't get enough of it into my lungs. I was beginning to tire and he seemed to sense it because gingerly he squatted then lowered me to the floor, without his prick leaving my sex. His body was on top of mine and automatically my legs laced around his waist as he drove his prick deeper inside my pussy. My entire body shook from the shock of the collision as he screwed into me like a pile driver. I had been aware that my orgasm was building up but it still managed to take me completely by surprise when it suddenly exploded. It was more intense than anything I could have imagined. I shook and quivered, as my naked body was consumed by the fierce flames and, for a moment, I lost touch with reality as I was blasted into a sensuous, erotic state of pure exquisite pleasure which, at the time, seemed unending. Eventually, when I came down from my peak, I discovered that his prick was still as hard as ever as it throbbed inside the spasming tunnel of my pussy. He pulled it out, leaving my pussy feeling empty, and slipped his hands under my bottom and flipped me over, as easily as if I'd weighed nothing at all. He pulled and tugged until I ended up kneeling, on the carpet, with my bottom up in the air and my head resting on the carpet. His hands gripped my buttocks and pulled them wide apart. I caught my breath, moaning with shock, as he leaned forward and pressed the head of his penis against my secret hole. His prick, well lubricated by my love juice, slipped into the tight hole accompanied by a certain amount of pain but it wasn't unbearable. Eventually his entire pole was lodged inside me and it felt as if it was buried clear up to my throat. The penetration though painful was so lewd that it aroused me to fever pitch. Holding my hips firmly he began to pound his stiff prick hard into me, again and again. The pain decreased as the pleasure increased. His stomach slapped hard against my full buttocks, flattening them and the sound filled the room. He was grunting, like an animal, with every lunge. I could feel his prick swelling inside me and could hardly believe that I could take anything so large inside what had been virgin territory till then. He was relentless. The force of his fierce lunges was flattening my breasts against the floor causing the swollen nipple to rub against the carpet sending a blend of pain and pleasure through my upper body. One of his hands left my hips and slid down. His fingertips parted my vaginal lips even more and closed tightly around the throbbing bud of my love button. I felt blazing fires rage through my whole body as another climax began to build at record speed. My battered body yielded and opened up to take the full force of his pounding as he rolled my erect clitoris between his fingertips,

I was so sexually aroused that it was all I could do to keep my bottom hoisted up because my body was shaking so much. He groaned loudly and his prick swelled within the confine of my passage and I realised that he was about to climax and I tried to hoist my bottom up even more so that he could get even deeper into me and so that my clitoris could press even harder against his teasing fingers. I felt sticky sperm oozing out of my plugged hole, to run down the inside of my spread thighs, as he continued ejaculating. My eyes were clenched tightly as the spasms of another huge orgasm rocketed through my kneeling body. My mouth was wide open but no sound came from it because I didn't have enough breath to scream. I climaxed again, then again, as wave after wave of incredible pleasure swept through me. He continued slamming his wilting prick into me several more times draining his testicles of its precious fluid. I collapsed causing his softening cock to slip out of me. 

Again he easily flipped me over and knelt beside me. His semi-hard, wetly-glistening penis was poised over my mouth as he told me what he wanted me to do. I've never liked doing it but it seemed the right thing to do, at that point in time. I even managed to blot out from my mind where it had just been as I wrapped a hand around the base. His hands grasped my breasts as he looked down at me urging me to take his prick into my mouth. I pressed my lips against the base and moved upward until my mouth was poised over the head. With the tip of my tongue I speared the small slit and gathered up the bubble of clear fluid and transferred it to my mouth. Opening my mouth wide I slipped my lips around the head then moved them all the way to the base until I felt the head bump against the back of my throat. I started sucking and his prick twitched and a small amount of his sperm dribbled onto my tongue. I used my tongue to clean it up then held it inside my mouth until it had completely lost its hardness.

After a short rest we had a shower, washed each other, and dried ourselves. I went to gather my clothes but he said that he would pay me extra if I stayed the night. Naked we slipped into the bed. After making love my cheating husband would give me a peck, on the lips, and turn over to go to sleep so I fully expecting Mario to do the same. He surprised me by slipping between my legs and making love to my sex, for a long time, with his mouth and fingers. He made me come, again and again, then slipped between my spread thighs and rammed his hard prick into my pussy and screwed me again until I experienced a series of multiple orgasms, which had me screaming the place down. He ejaculated his sperm deep in my pussy and each time it detonated another huge orgasm which had me screaming in ecstasy.

We made love through the night and again in the morning before I left. He gave me an envelope and when I opened it, at home, I discovered ten fifty pounds notes. I felt almost guilty because I should have been the one to pay him for having made my initiation into paid-sex such a wonderful experience. He also left a small legacy which is daily growing larger inside my womb and is numbering my days as an escort.