I'm always a bit nervous when I visit someone for the first time. Yes, there is the excitement of a new body to play with, new tastes, textures, scents. all the things that make women so appealing, but it's always a difficult to know where to start. When they make the booking our controller tries to get some idea of what they want so she can send the best escort for them. It's not just body type or hair color either; it's more personality and attitude. One of the words Helen, today's booking, used was 'firm' so we have taken that to mean that she wants someone to take control, someone to bring out her submissive side - some one like me!
She opens the door wearing a short denim button through skirt and tightly fitting blouse, low cut exposing some very attractive cleavage, better yet she is obviously braless and her nipples are poking through the thin material. She's in her early 30's, shoulder length brown hair, almost my height and looking a little flushed and breathless. I'm sure she is as nervous as me so I immediately take control.
"Hello, you must be Helen. I'm Marco, may I come in?"
She shows me through to a tastefully decorated lounge, a brown leather sofa and an arm chair, nice rug, clean pale wood dining table and chairs in the corner. I put down my briefcase as she turns towards me and stammers
"Would you like a drink, I've got tea, coffee, wine beer." She lets it tail off so I ask for a beer and she almost runs through the door at the end of the room. I hear the noise of a fridge opening and the clink of bottles, before she returns thrusting a bottle of Peroni towards me.
"thank you, here's to a nice afternoon." I say as I touch the tip of my bottle against hers before sipping some of the cool lager. She gulps at hers and I decide that we need to move on before she changes her mind, and given the sexy way her ass moved in that short skirt I wasn't going to let that happen!
I put my beer down and gave her an apologetic smile before asking for the formalities to be observed and she passes me the all important envelope. As I put it into my briefcase I pull out a short leather riding crop, only about 18 inches long but with some threatening flexibility in the tip.
I wave it towards her, making the end twitch and watching her almost jump away, her eyes getting wider and wider.
"Now Helen, I have a complaint already." I say, slowly shaking my head "Peroni is a nice drink but you really should serve it at the right temperature, that was far too warm."
"Errr, sorry Marco." she says, looking a little bewildered.
"perhaps you can make it up to me." I say, "maybe you could help me off with my jacket."
She puts down her bottle and comes over to me and helps me off with it before hanging it over the back of one of the dining chairs.
"Now the shirt."
She looks both terrified and excited by now as she carefully slips each button from its hole until she reaches my waist. She then opens the buttons on my sleeves before turning again to my waist.
"Undo the belt please Helen."
She slips that off and I can both hear and feel her breathing getting deeper as I tell her to pull my shirt out from my trousers and off. As she hangs it with my jacket I sit down with my legs outstretched. I don't need to say anything as she kneels down, exposing an ocean of thigh and cleavage as she unties my laces before slipping off my shoes and socks. She rises and puts them with my other clothes before turning towards me expectantly.
"Very good Helen, I'm feeling much better about your error now but I do think you may need a little more to remember it by."
I stand and pick up a cushion and walk over to the table, moving a chair out of the way so the end is clear. Putting the cushion down on the edge of the table I turn and take her hand - it's the first time we have touched and she jumps a little as if it is now real, that flesh will be meeting flesh quite soon - and move her so that she is bending forward over the table with the cushion under her hips. Stretched forward like that I can see all the way up her skirt and her rounded ass cheeks are split by what looks like a transparent white thong.
"How many strokes of this do you think you deserve Helen?" I ask as I touch the back of her leg with the riding crop. "Shall we say six as there were probably six bottles in the pack?"
She doesn't say anything, just breathes ever deeper.
I bring it down on her skirt fairly lightly, just making more sound than using force.
She gasps and jerks her head back.
"Count for me Helen, how many was that?"
"One."
I hit her again.
"Two."
And again.
"Three."
The forth one is harder and she squeals.
"Four."
The next one is about the same and produces a yelp.
"Five."
The last one is the hardest yet but she doesn't move too much, just gasps.
"Six."
Putting down the crop I pull her gently upright, turning her around before lifting her so she is sitting on the table edge, her legs either side of my thighs.
"Well, now, that wasn't so bad was it?" I murmur before leaning in and kissing her deeply, my hands running through her hair as I pull her lips tight onto mine, my tongue rolling and swirling over hers. I break off to whisper into her ear, gently biting the lobe between words.
"But if you don't take that blouse off by the time I count to three then I'm going to rip it off."
She doesn't move as I nip gently at her ears so I run my hands down her neck and onto the firmness of her breasts before gripping the thin cloth.
"One."
"Two."
"Three."
At three I pull sharply sideward, ripping the top few buttons and then rip again pulling it completely apart. The force has knocked her backwards and she is leaning back supported on her hands. Her generous globes are now thrust up towards me, large hard nipples standing proud. I rub the palm of my hands over her nipples making her shiver before grasping each breast firmly, pushing them together, rubbing the nipples against each other before sucking them both into my mouth. She gives a groan as I suck deeply, feeling them swell further as my tongue flicks over them before I clamp my teeth gently onto them, pulling back to scrape them before firmly nipping at each one in turn. My strong hands are squeezing the firm flesh as I suck harder, her breathing is quickening and her thighs are clamping around mine as she tried to rub her pussy against me.
"Harder" she mutters, her breath coming in little gasps now in time to my powerful sucking. Her tits are glorious and obviously sensitive and I could play with them for hours under other circumstances, but today is work so I reluctantly let them go. Dropping my hands to her slutty little skirt I easily slip the lower buttons exposing first her shapely thighs and then her tiny white, transparent panties. I could see how wet she was, her crouch was soaking, the crinkly lips of her pussy were sticking to the thin lace and the darker patch of her pubic hair was showing through.
Like her blouse they offered me little resistance, two firm tugs ripped them apart and I was gazing at her pussy, wet and open, the hard nub of her clit poking out of her distended lips, begging for my attention.
I pushed her back along the table and spread her legs wide. She lay back and grabbed the edge of the table as I pushed her wider and sank my hot tongue into her gaping cunt. I ran it along her slit, pushed it deep inside her tight little hole before swirling around her clit, making her gasp and moan before spearing it repeatedly into her tight little cunt, forcing it wider for the two strong fingers that followed. I swirled my tongue round and around her clit as I pushed my fingers deep inside her hot wetness making her gasp. As I changed position slightly I looked up and could see her pulling and tugging at her nipples as her breasts stood proud between the shreds of her ruined blouse.
I settled into a gentle rhythm now, swirling and sliding and in no time she was gasping and groaning through her first orgasm. I slowed down a little and pulled my fingers out, watching her juice flow out of her pussy and down onto her ass. She wriggled and purred as her juice ran into her puckered hole, clearly giving the impression that she liked the feeling. I rubbed the tip of my forefinger over her asshole causing her to moan and buck her hips. I gently pushed my finger into her ass while at the same time pushing my thumb deep inside her cunt. I slid my finger deeper inside her, past the first knuckle then the second before resuming my lapping of her clit. I began to move my whole hand backwards and forwards, slowly and gently at first but as her hips jerked up to meet me faster and more powerfully, squeezing my finger and thumb together until I could feel them touching, separated only by the thin membrane as I pumped my fingers into her. She came with a shout and again moments later, the peaks of her orgasm rolling into each other as her juices covered my hand.
"No!N!No! Marco, please stop" she begged still gasping and shaking as she reached her hands down towards me.
I pulled my fingers out of her and stood up tall, looking down on her. I could see the marks on her breasts from my mouth and her fingers, scratches from her nails and her raw looking nipples. For the first time I noticed a butterfly tattoo tumbling out of her torn blouse, reaching almost down to her slutty skirt, held together by only the last button, below that the dark tuft of her hair and the open redness of her pussy.
My cock was straining in my trousers as I looked into her eyes.
"Helen, I'm going to have to teach you not to say 'no' to me."
As she lay dazed, recovering from her orgasms I quickly moved the armchair into the center of the room so that it was facing the large mirror that hung on the wall. Moving back to Helen I first slipped the last button of her skirt so that as I pulled her to her feet it dropped away, leaving her in only the torn blouse before pushing her towards the chair.
"Helen, I want you to kneel on the arms of the chair, one leg either side and hold on to the back of it."
She clambered awkwardly onto the chair but with some firm guidance from me she was soon in the position I wanted, knees apart, kneeling but upright. I pulled the remains of the blouse off her and went behind the chair so I was standing in front of her.
"Hold your wrists out to me."
As she did I wound the torn blouse around them, tying them firmly together with the sleeves. She was now helpless, carefully balanced but unable to move for fear of falling. I pulled her forward so her arms rested on the back of the chair. Her tits hung enticingly down and her ass was at waist height, the spread of her knees causing her pussy to gape open and I could see a thin strand of juice hanging like a spider's web from her cunt.
I pulled off my trousers and stood beside her in just my boxers, my hard cock almost jutting out of the top. I ran my hand over her shapely ass, enjoying the feeling of the taught flesh and the shiver that ran through her as she thought about what was to come.
Her head was hanging down so I told her to look up so that she could see me in the mirror and see what I was going to be doing. I gently patted her left cheek before bringing my hand back and delivering a sharp slap that made her jump.
"The last time I gave you six slaps with my crop but you don't seem to have learned now do you, so this time it's doubled, first with my hand and then, well we will see."
I slapped the other buttock, then the left again and then the right. By now both cheeks were pleasantly red and my finger marks were visible. Looking into the mirror I could see her eyes were wild and staring, slightly ringed with red and watering from the shock of being beaten. The next slap was the hardest yet, the sound resounding like a gunshot around the room. I gently caressed her right cheek before delivering en equally hard slap to it.
I was half expecting her to be struggling and wanting me to stop but she was enduring her pain like a trooper so I decided to move it on a little.
Picking up my crop from the table I also picked up my belt from its place on the chair.
"Six more Helen, which should it be, the sting of the crop or my nice Armani belt. You choose and be quick or I'll give you six with each."
She was panting now from the pain and could only gasp "belt."
"Belt? Belt what? Don't you mean Belt please Marco?"
She groaned
"Belt please Marco."
I was getting impatient to fuck her so I didn't make her wait more; I just doubled the belt over and gave her a sharp backhanded slap on each buttock causing her to wince. I trailed the belt down her back, slowly letting her feel the weight of the leather before doing the same again. Horizontal marks now glowed red on her cheeks and I could see tears mixed with the excitement in her eyes. The last two were the sharpest yet and she bit her lip as the pain passed through her.
Without a word I stepped out of my boxers, my cock hard and throbbing as I rubbed it to its full size. My fingers dipped into her sopping pussy, parting the lips for the head of my hot hard cock. I pushed into her silently, enjoying the sight of her swaying tits and tear stained face until I could feel the hot flesh of her arse against my thighs. I fucked her with powerful strokes, enjoying the feeling of her hot tight cunt around my cock. Her breathing became louder and louder as her climax approached and reaching around I brushed my fingers against her clit pushing her over the edge. I could feel her pulse and spasm, her arms barely able to hold her up. I slowed down as I had no intention of coming just yet. I pulled out of her gently, and then ran the fingers of my right hand along her slit, gathering all the juice I could before smearing it firmly around her asshole. She jerked her head back as she realized what I was going to do, the words forming on her lips as I pushed he head of my cock against the puckered hole. Forcing it open I pushed my solid cock inside her. Despite my earlier fingering her ass was tight, gripping my shaft as I slid up and down her tight ring, making me harder and bigger. I reached under and pulled more juice from her soaking pussy and wiped it on my cock before slamming it back into her willing ass, feeling my knob starting to swell and the veins stand proud from the shaft as I struggled to stop my self coming too soon. What a fuck she was I thought, I might not even charge next time. And there would be a next time, of that he was sure!
She was babbling now, gasping in her passion and excitement.
"fuck my ass Marco, please fuck my ass, fuck it hard, please fuck me hard!"
I was happy to do exactly as she asked, pumping her ass harder and harder as she began to wail through an orgasm. As I felt my balls tingle and tighten I gripped her hips harder, slamming into her now open hole, the force of my fucking almost knocking the chair over before with a roar I came deep inside her bowel, my spunk being forced out and over my balls to run down her legs, our combined juice forming a pool on the carpet.
I pulled out and scooped her up in my arms, lying her down on the sofa, her arms still tied in front of her. I stroked and kissed her face as her breathing returned to normal and her eyes regained their focus.
She held her arms out towards me, her eyes silently begging to be untied.
I laughed softly and shook my head.
"I'm not finished with you yet Helen, not by a long way."
