V.E Sanders
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Kayleigh's Awakening Part III
The next day at work wasn't awkward, I had become a pro after several romps with Elizabeth, and Mr. Alexander always acted as if nothing had happened the next day, so it was easy to go as normal through my day. I had rescheduled with Bridget tonight, dinner at her house. I suppose I should be pacing myself but I cannot. It's almost like a hunger that needs to be satisfied, a burning desire in my loins that can only be extinguished by the sweet, warm, cum of another woman. I want to taste it, feel it, I want to watch her face when she reaches the top of her orgasm. I had told Mr. Alexander that I had a doctor's appointment later in the afternoon and that I wouldn't be returning. He, of course, agreed but not before one of his inevitable lectures. I didn't have an appointment with a doctor, I just wanted to make sure I didn't get caught up again like I had last night; no distractions. Don't get me wrong, Elizabeth and her skilled tongue can do things no one else can but she belongs to someone else, I need a more permanent fix and with my contact list steadily growing, I'm on my way to getting it. When 3 o'clock hits, I am out the door. I have given Mr. Alexander's work to Katy, another secretary on the floor so I won't have any catching up to do when I get back tomorrow. Once downstairs, I hail a cab home to change and freshen up. After a few hours of primping, I grab the bottle of wine chilling in the fridge and head out. I have made up an overnight bag just in case, though I have no intentions of staying. When I arrive at Bridget's place she opens the door in a bundle of excited energy.
By V.E Sanders6 years ago in Filthy
Kayleigh's Awakening Part II
My foot taps in the back of the cab; I am very late. I was completely exhausted after last nights romp with Samantha and had grossly overslept. Mr. Alexander is going to have my ass. The cab finally squeals to a stop in front of Sterns and Baker, I pay my fair and jump out. My heels clack loudly across the marble floor in the lobby as I rush to a closing elevator. When I arrive at my floor I quietly slink to my desk and quickly emerge myself to work, half wanting to catch up and half to blend in. The door to Mr. Alexander's office opens and I freeze, I can feel him starring at the back of my head. "Nice of you to join us, Kayleigh." His voice is cold and stern. I swivel around trying to avoid his piercing gaze.
By V.E Sanders6 years ago in Filthy
The Proposition Finale
It has been a full year since I had met Mr. Alexander in the subway. A year of great sex in compromising positions and public locations. A year of arriving places in private cars and watching my bank account climb to a comfortable place. A year of erotic memories and yet I know as much about Mr. Alexander now as I had a year ago. I did know, however, that I only felt about him what one would feel about their boss. There was absolutely no romantic connection at all. We fucked, screwed, got laid; we didn't make love. As the year had progressed, Mr. Alexander's tone did improve. He would often begin sentences with "if you're not too busy" or "if you don't mind" rather than barking out commands the way he had before. To wrap up our relationship, we were cordial when our clothes were on and sexual soulmates when they came off. I was unsure what the end of the year meant. Was I only on contract for a year or was it more permanent until he settled down into an actual relationship? I had been paying for my apartment while I stayed here just in case so I wasn't too worried but if I could keep this thing going for a little while longer I was going to do what I could. Me. Alexander thought it best that I stay the Thanksgiving holiday with my family to "maintain appearances." It was great spending a whole week with my parents and other family members but I would be lying if I said toward the end I wasn't more than happy to get back. My loins ached for him and I began having withdrawals from not cumming in such a long period of time. He had definitely been feeling the same; when I got back he fucked me so hard and for so long, I had to soak to take the swelling off of my sore pussy. So when I got back I agreed eagerly to spend the Christmas holiday with him. I didn't know how this thing worked. Not just because he hired me, but buying gifts for anyone in general. I was unsure if I was supposed to even give him a gift, I didn't even know if he would be getting me anything, but after some careful thought, I decided to go for it. He has changed my life completely around, that's gift enough. I go and wash up and get dressed and head for the store I've found on the internet that sells the type of gift I have in mind.
By V.E Sanders6 years ago in Filthy
The Proposition Pt 5
I have been Mr. Alexander's personal sex toy for the better part of a month. After the first two weeks, I had given up going home at all. There was no point, I was on call for whenever he wanted me and the man had a healthy appetite. For the last few days, he had been coming home for his lunch hour for quickies in the laundry room, or the bed, or the kitchen counter, and one time in the car when he was in a particular hurry and called me down to meet him in the garage for a back seat romp. After making him wait a week to enter me, he was sure to make up for lost time. This morning before he left for work he informed me that he was going to be in meetings all day and wouldn't be coming home but I should stay available just in case. I really had nothing to do, my rent was paid months in advance and all my bills had been paid up. Plus, at the demand of my employer, now that I had a bank account set up there was no need to leave, I could do all of my shopping and pay all of my utilities online. I had made myself completely available. I sit in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal, casually skimming through the pages of the abandoned newspaper, when my phone rings. It's a number I don't recognize but I answer it anyway. "Hello?" I am met with the familiar voice of Mr. Alexander's assistant Kayleigh. "Hello, Elizabeth? I'm calling to inform you that Mr. Alexander has requested that you join him for lunch today in at his office." I'm at a loss for words. Do people know what we do? How do I introduce myself? Am I his escort... his whore...his girlfriend? "Like where he works?" She doesn't hide her laughter. "Yes, here... where he works. He wants you to be here at 2 o'clock, please don't be late." I agree and she cheerfully ends the call, "Okay, I will put you on the schedule and see you at 2." I check my phone, it's only noon so I have time to get take a shower and get ready. I'm suddenly not hungry anymore so I dump the remaining bowl of cereal down the drain and head to my room to get ready. I rummage through my closet and pull out a little black dress with a zipper down the back and a pair of black heels to match. After pairing my jewelry, I walk over to the drawers containing my panties and lingerie. Keeping with the business theme, I pull out a pair of black stockings and the garter and bra and panties that go with them. Mr. Alexander had chosen the ensemble the night I was cleared for intercourse. He had me crawl around in it before fucking my brains out; I hoped for the same results today. I take a quick shower and fix my hair, apply my makeup and hop into my outfit when right on queue, Cornelius knocks on my door. "Miss, we must go now or you'll be late," I shout my acknowledgment as I give myself one more go over in the mirror, a few moments later we are in the car and pulling into traffic. My stomach is in knots the way it was when I was first brought to his apartment, I am part nervous part ready to cum. In the three years of being a prostitute, I had never come. Most likely because I never enjoyed it. It was just a job, a way to survive, never anything pleasurable or desired. I wanted him, I needed him to an extent. Beyond the money and the upgrade on life, my body ached for him. Smelling his cologne when he left for work in the morning made my pussy wet and come 6 o'clock, I would sit like a trained dog and wait eagerly for him to come home. I wouldn't say I was necessarily in love with him, I was in love with the way I would feel after one of our hour-long fuck sessions. My body felt like there was electricity coursing through my veins. I felt as if I could conquer the world, I felt confident and sexy and valuable, and everything I didn't feel whoring around for next to nothing.
By V.E Sanders6 years ago in Filthy
The Proposition Pt 4
I let the towel fall on the bathroom floor and follow him into the bedroom. My heart is still racing from the orgasm Mr. Alexander just gave me. He kept calling himself daddy in the bathroom so I decided to follow suit. "Where do you want me, daddy?" He turns around, his eyes are ablaze. I've got him interested, if not full out excited. He tugs at his swollen dick and motions me to the bed, "Over there, get on the bed. Let your head hang off." I do as I'm told and lay down on the bed and dangle my head over the edge. As I get into position I can see daddy's upside down figure getting undressed. When he is done he walks up to me and bends down, so that we are face to face. "I cannot fuck you like I want for another week, so I am going to have to put your mouth to work." I nod in agreement, but I have clearly done something wrong. "Excuse me?" He stares me down waiting for me to correct myself but I am unsure of what I did wrong. "What? I said ok, I will give you head until I'm good to fuck." Again, I am wrong, but this time I get punished. He whips me around onto my stomach and spanks me hard. I almost jump out of my skin but I am unable to move, he has a hand pressed into my back. "When you address me you will call me daddy or sir do you understand?" He waits for my response. "Yes, sir!" I shout. He rubs my ass where he had spanked me before returning to his original spot in front of me. I didn't know what to expect when I got here but I know now that I am not into being spanked like that. I will suck it up this time, but I make a mental note to bring it up again when I am fully clothed. He stands there straddling me, his giant cock on my face. I stare at it and can see it jump and twitch every so often. I begin to play with myself and like clockwork it begins twitching and jumping again. He is aroused, he wants me. I can feel it, just like I had with so many of my other Johns. He wants me to make the first move, to grab it and wrap my lips around it but I will not. I will make him wait, I will torture him the way he did me in the bathtub. I keep playing with myself with one hand and stimulating my nipples with the other. His dick starts to ooze pre-cum and I know I've got him. He can't take anymore. He reaches down and grabs a handful of my hair, keeping my head in place, he forces his cock into my hungry mouth. I take it willingly, relaxing my throat to let all of him in. I shield my teeth with my lips and begin sucking. His grip tightens on my hair. "Don't stop until I cum," he growls through gritted teeth. I keep my eyes on him and am able to manage a "yes daddy," between sucks. It drives him crazy. His hips start to thrust and I can feel his long, thick, cock push further and further down my throat. He starts pumping faster and I gag. I keep my throat relaxed so I don't throw up. I'm still playing with my nipples as he fucks my mouth when I look up at him. He's watching me closely and intently. His eyes dart back and forth between my hard, brown, nipples and my face. He sees me staring at him, wide-eyed, mouth as wide as I can open it and he likes what he sees. "I'm going to cum, I want you to swallow it." His eyes are closed as he manipulates his dick further down my throat. My eyes begin to water and I gag but I keep going, I'm actually anxious for him to shoot his load into my belly. I reach behind my head and cup his balls, his body tenses and he lets out an audible growl. "I'm going to cum!" My heart races and I tighten my grip. "Here. It. Comes." He is breathing hard now and I can start to taste the familiar thick, salty, taste of cum. It explodes in my mouth and trickles down my throat. It is so much, I start to choke but remember to relax and let it make its way down into my stomach. I keep sucking until he is dried out and finally pulls himself out of my mouth. "Open up your mouth," he demands. I do as I am told opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue to expose my teeth and confirming that I have swallowed every last drop. Not that I had a choice, he was so far down my throat there was no way I could have saved anything if I wanted to.
By V.E Sanders6 years ago in Filthy
The Proposition Pt 3
I slumped into the chair in my living room feeling very accomplished. I had finished all of my errands early and had nothing to do for the rest of the day before getting ready to go to work later on tonight. I was living a pretty comfortable life, not like some of the other hookers that lived five people to a room or had to give up what little self-worth they had to live with a pimp. My bills were always late and I had resorted to sucking my land lord's dick when I was short on the rent, but I was on my own. I had food to eat, lights, and even a few pieces of furniture; I was doing alright. I was beginning to doze when there was a knock on the door. I'm never expecting anyone, but I get up anyway to answer, "Hold on, hold on, I'm coming. Rico, if this is you, you're going to pay me! I wasn't short on rent and I don't give head for free."
By V.E Sanders6 years ago in Filthy
The Proposition Pt 2
The day comes too quickly but I don't mind. I have more than enough for rent and a few other bills. I might even have some left over. I roll over to check my phone for any missed calls or messages, 4 missed calls and 2 texts from my mother, it's a slow day for her. I quickly respond back with the usual 'I'm fine' or 'I promise I will come by more'. Truth is I hate lying to my family about what I do for a living so I will not be coming by more. I put my phone back down on the table next to my bed and slide open the drawer in search of my vibrator. I find it nestled underneath the wad of cash from the mystery Subway Guy. My pussy begins to tingle at the thought of his fingers inside me, his breath on my neck, that sexy as hell confidence, it's all the inspiration I need. I pull the money out of the drawer along with the vibrator and begin straightening out the bills. They smell like him. I inhale deep, my pussy is beginning to moisten. I want his hands on me, in me, again but these wrinkled up $50's and $100's are the closest thing I have so they will have to do. I lay back and turn on my toy full speed and place it on my clit. I think of him when I close my eyes and smell him as I rub they money all over my body. My hips grind in perfect rhythm against the vibrator. My pussy is pulsing I am going to cum before long. I'm rubbing faster now, my clit is so sensitive it almost aches but I keep going. I feel a pressure building up inside me and right when I feel like I can't take it anymore, I jam the toy into my pussy. The vibrations on my cervix send me into a frenzy. I cum hard and loudly, violently shaking and constricting.
By V.E Sanders6 years ago in Filthy
The Proposition
It's cold tonight. The type of cold that creeps into your bones. The type of cold that leaves you numb for hours. I'm used to being numb, it's part of the job requirements; indulge in random stranger's fantasies, pray to God you don't catch something, and remain completely numb. No one aspires to be a hooker. It is just one of those things that happen. You're going to school, you have friends, living life, and one thing leads to another. 'My family would be so proud', I think to myself as I walk up to the beat up old van parked on the corner. The driver is a gross middle-aged man, slightly overweight, and very sweaty. Considering rent is due, I do not have the luxury of excluding any customer, no matter how repulsive he is, so after a brief exchange of terms and expectations I enter the van. We drive a few blocks away to a vacant lot, it is the spot I usually bring my Johns. He exits the driver side making his way to the rear of the van. I climb through the back, meeting him as he pulls open the sliding door. He smiles a creepy smile and enters. Like I have done countless times before, I let my mind go blank and slip into another reality as he pulls up my skirt. I have long since stopped wearing panties while I was working, it makes the process quicker and easier; in and out. He takes a few moments to apply the condom I had provided before ramming his short, fat, cock in me. When I had first started, being entered without warning would have caught me off guard but after 3 years of tricking, I am a seasoned veteran. He lays on top of me thrusting wildly and grunting, 'This shouldn't take long'. His sweaty body is sticking to me so I decide to help him along with some dirty talk. " Yeah, right there, fuck that pussy", he begins thrusting faster. " Does it feel good on your cock?" He's moaning loudly now, his hands cupping my breasts. "Cum for me!" I shout and he loses it. He rears up pulling at my nipples and climaxing loudly "TAKE THIS NUT"!!!!! And just like that, it is all over. I get up quickly after he peels himself off of me and begin fixing my hair and clothes. He fishes around for his wallet in his discarded jeans and pulls out two crisp $100 bills which he doesn't release until I "give daddy a kiss". I shove the money in my bra, pull the van door open and start the walk to the subway. I need a shower after whatever that was. It has been a good night and I am exhausted.
By V.E Sanders6 years ago in Filthy