Date: Thu, 9 Oct 2014 00:41:48 +0100
From: tina foster <tinafosteruk@gmail.com>
Subject: Escort, for a favour Part 2

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Escort, For A Favour Part 2

Preparation


The weekend has cum and gone: and, though still tired from Saturday night
Sunday morning, I thought I'd write to finish the story, about an 'Escort
For A Favour.'  I'd met John, my 'John' for the evening through Lucie, who
had set-up the meet for her boyfriend Darren. It had turned out that John's
connections would be useful to the bands success, so that's why Lucie had
phoned me, after all that time, to ask me: "Do you still go with men?"

Well I hadn't, not for quite awhile. But, the offer of an interesting
evening and a bit of coin seemed a good one.

So, when she'd called round, to give me the hug I'd requested a payment
and, I'd taken advantage of her need for an escort, to satisfy my
curiosity, by discovering just how submissive Lucie could be.


Yet, I've told that tale. This was meant to be about my evening as a paid
escort, wasn't it?

**

The Meeting


My appointment was for seven thirty. The room had been booked for me, at a
country hotel, near where I live: and, by six in the evening and having
shaved fully, I had been getting dressed in the outfit John had wanted me
in.

I'd not been trying to look passable, just sexy, for this fella I'd been
assured would enjoy my company. And, that'd almost reason enough: except, I
would get paid as well. Bonus.

And, having got the outfit on, and then tied the pinny in place, I'd
stretched my hole with a glob of Vaseline on two fingers, prior to pulling
up the white nylon panties that had a delightful satin feel to them.

I had lubed myself well, as I'd already been clued-in, as to one of the
thing's John would require from his escort. And, even now I recall well,
how much I was looking forward to that part of the evening.

I mean, I hadn't been with anyone, let alone a man, for absolutely ages;
well in the Biblical sense that is. And, what was planned for Saturday just
gone had nothing to do with the Bible. Ah, that is, unless you count Sodom!

Anyways I distract myself, again.

I'd been describing the wait for John, my intended 'John' for the evening:
he had arrived just after seven and those few minutes extra I'd waited had
seemed interminably long. And, I'd been ever-so pleased when the main desk
had rung, to tell me he was on the way up to see me.

Minutes later, I'd walked to the door at his knock, opened it and curtsied
at his entrance.

"Good evening," I'd greeted him as I rose, "I'm here to serve, what can I
do for you?"

Closing the door behind him, John had looked me up and down, as I did him,
only surreptitiously; after all, I wasn't there for my pleasure, was I?
[Laughs]

The fellow had been as Lucie described, in his late thirties, well-dressed
and quite slim with thick brown hair, that was kinda wavy, with a
Mediterranean tan.

And, I couldn't help notice his gold rings and cufflinks, as he stared at
me with a leer on his face: "You look pretty good," he told me; simply
oozing money, I had felt.

I remember well how he had stared at me with blue eyes and, I'd felt pretty
good, in the maid's outfit. My only regret with the outfit was that I
hadn't a better pair of heels to wear than the one's I'd brought. But,
shiny black always looked alright, it just didn't suit the
outfit. Although, one thing had pleased me: I'd never worn crotchless
tights before then and boy, did I like the look and feel of them on me.

"Crawl to the bureau and pour us drinks," my 'John' had instructed. Well,
there was something I was ready for, so did as bid, crawling to the other
side of the room, aware of his eyes on my legs, thighs and butt as I'd made
my way there.

Kneeling I'd poured us a whiskey each, then waited for his to enter the
lounge proper.  "Nice," he muttered, removing his jacket, which he threw
over a nearby armchair back: "Obedient as well, just as a sissy slut should
be."

I'd chosen the name 'Tina' and wondered if he'd use it, or would I just be
his 'sissy slut', which had seemed to be the way it was going. Either way,
the fellow seemed to be well aware of what he wanted from me, to judge by
the look in his eyes, as he had approached me. And truth be told, I'd
enjoyed seeing that look on his face.

It had been a look of desire, for me and made the encounter all the more
arousing.  "You know I can be quite demanding, don't you?"

I had nodded.

"Speak up slut!" He had snapped.

"I did not want to speak first sir. But yes, I was told that you are? did
my friend speak of my small requests?" I'd enquired in as feminine a voice
as I could manage.

 "Oh I know what you want and, it'll happen?" he had told me in a soft
voice, as he caressed my face.  And, I recall closing my eyes in pleasure,
then opening my mouth when instructed, to suck upon his left middle finger,
as the rest of his hand covered my face and his right hand cupped the back
of my head. I sucked that finger softly and lovingly and, as its tip
reached the back of my throat, I almost relished the gagging, as it made me
recall all the men I had pleasured before John, each and every one of them.

I so longed to be a submissive, for a strong man, or woman, that at a
moment like that one, I would do whatever was asked of me, no matter what
was asked of me.  I just needed to be impelled to do so and? coercion was
useful. But there was something else and, John had remembered?

He drew his finger from my mouth, then tilted my head with his right hand,
so that I'd looked up to his face, as John toyed with my eager right
nipple, with the thumb and forefinger of his left hand. Then as he squeezed
and twisted my nipple, through the thin bodice, I recall looking to his
face as he smiled and tears ran down my face at the pain I felt and, eyes
fluttering somewhat I heard John tell me, "Lift your skirt up, I want to
see if you're aroused?"

And I did as told, of course. I did not mind him seeing how hard I was, in
my pretty panties, my thigh flesh evident in the crotchless tights, that
allowed John access to any part of my, that he wanted. I did not mind, if
he hurt me, at that moment. All I'd wanted was for him to play with my
nipples, as it made me feel ever so sensitive and girly; ever-so, Sissy
Slut Tina.

And I'd moaned, as John played with me, I couldn't help it.

"God you are a slut, aren't you Sissy Tina?" He jeered, as I opened my
lipstick coated lips wide, at the pain and, the pleasure I found from it.

"Oh yes sir," I'd answered, caressing my right inner thigh, hoping he'd
instruct me to pleasure myself. Although, in truth I'd known otherwise, as
my reason for being there had been a simple one, to be his plaything. But,
it felt good.

"Drink your drink," he told me, standing away from me, ceasing all contact
momentarily. And, I'd missed his touch, so drank my drink, then set the
glass aside, to stare at John adoringly, as he continued his own drink.

He'd sat on the settee, then said to me, "Undress." Of course I had, doing
so slowly, so as to stimulate him, my Master for the evening; for that's
what I'd been told he would be. I'd even been told to expect pain.

'Something to look forward to,' I'd thought earlier that evening, as I'd
applied my lipstick, my hardon already staining one pair of panties so much
with anticipation that I'd ended up changing them before John had arrived.

"Now take off my shoes," he'd told me, once I was down to my pretty
lingerie and feeling more naked than naked, with him still being
dressed. Then I had knelt before him, just between his legs, then took his
right shoe off.

"Now the sock," he told me. So again, I'd done a bid.  "Now suck my toes,"
he added, as he had finished his drink.

I had taken his foot in my hands and lovingly tonguing each inch of flesh,
sucking each toe as if it were a small penis, till finally he pulled his
foot from me, then snarled, "Now the other one?"

Once again I'd paid homage to him, by obeying his instruction and lavishing
his other foot with my oral ministrations, till my jaw was aching andmy
tongue felt dry.

Again, he had pushed me away with his foot, this time so hard I ended up on
my right side, my skirt panties pulling tight between my shaven buttocks.

"Now stay like that," John had snapped, as he stood. Then he had walked
round me, from the settee, round my head and back down toward my
feet. Then, suddenly he stopped and turned toward me, looking down and
muttering, "Fucking cunt, you goddamn fuckin cunt?"

With the venom in his voice he was thinking of someone specific, as he
looked at me and saw them and, he began to kick my left butt cheek and
thigh, really hard.

He'd kick, readjust his position, then move round to get a better one, then
kick me again and again. And, though the assault on me had been expected,
it still hurt and truth me told, even for a submissive, with a liking for
some pain, it got to be more than I could take after nearly ten, or fifteen
minutes, or so? and, I had begun to cry.

"Aw man," that looks good, he'd muttered, as fished out his phone and
filmed me lying there, all-inna-ball, on the thick carpeting, bawling like
a small child, at the pain he'd inflicted. And as he'd filmed me, John had
noted something of interest, to him; "Well look," he'd exclaimed with
delighted surprise, "The sissies still hard and wanting more."

"Please?" I'd whined through the pain in my butt and left thigh, which I
knew would show some wonderful deep bruising in hours to follow.

"Please what, slut?" He had responded, just before kicking me hard, between
my legs, causing to me to tighten, then unwind and scream with pain, much
to Johns delight and amusement.

"Please Sir," I'd moaned, thankful he'd not worn shoes, to hurt me, "Can I
go get prettied up for you? so that you can fuck me? May I? Puh-lease? I
need it so?"  It wasn't a fucking I'd needed, but a break from the pain for
a moment. And, I'd figured that if he let me get 'prettied-up' for him,
then I'd get that much-needed break. As it was, I'd got what I wanted and,
so much more.

"Yes, you do that," he'd told me with a broad grin on his face, "then we'll
have some more fun, before I have to get home? Now crawl to the bathroom?"

Moving had not been easy, but I'd got to my fours, then crawled to the
bathroom, passing John as I had done so and, got myself several whacks to
both buttcheeks, as I'd done so?

"Any favours I give out have to be earned," I had heard him say, as I
entered the bathroom, where I'd spent a good ten minutes freshening up,
before a hammering on the door reminded me I had a customer, who required
my attention.

"There's a drink waiting for you, once you've crawled back here," he'd told
me, then added, "So goddamn hurry up, I'm horny as fuck." That'd sounded
urgent, to me.

So, looking in the mirror one last time, at my reapplied lipstick and, the
bruises already beginning to show, I'd opened the bathroom door and went
back onto my hands and knees, to negotiate my way back to the main room,
where I'd known John waited, for me and, my ass.

Then, as I entered the room the first thing I'd noticed was that John had
been naked and hard; with a body that looked like he cycled or swam, I
thought. Then I'd crawled across to him until my face was inches was his
steel-hard erection, leaking pre-cum and obviously in need of satisfaction.

"Enjoy your drink," he'd told me, as he passed me what amounted to two
double whiskey's, in one glass.

"Thank you," I'd simpered, as I'd gratefully accepted the glass.

"Now sit back and frig yourself, while you drink," John had then told me,
grinning: "I want you nice and loose, for the fucking I intend to give you,
now and?"  He'd watched me make my way to the settee, where I sat with my
legs drawn up, the gusset of my panties eased aside and, first one, then
two fingers eased into me, as he told me, "Now, drink up?" Of course, I had
done as instructed, bolting it down, before offering John the glass back,
as I licked my lips and continued to piston fingers in and out of my
well-lubricated ass-pussy, so it would be ready, for him to enjoy as he
wanted.

After awhile, he had provided me with a second glass, much like the first
in content, telling me, "Get that down your neck faggot!"

Again I had drunk fast and was rapidly feeling the effects of the alcohol?
as I'd looked to John through glassy eyes and idly toyed with my nipples,
as I fingered myself, a tremor beginning in my thighs, at the onset of a
powerful orgasm.

"Oh no?" John had snapped, "you're here for my pleasure, not yours?"  And,
as he'd finished talking, he'd kicked my left thigh hard, again.

"Oh puh-lease?" I'd entreated, not knowing what I wanted; not really.

I'd not be ready for what happened next either. He'd reached down, got hold
of my left side should and my ever-so-sore thigh, then turned me, so the
top half of me lay over the couch seats.

"Aw, that looks nice," John had exclaimed, standing back, then slapping my
left buttock, several times. He'd then knelt between my legs and leaned
over me and had whispered into my ear: "You ready, for me to fuck you? You
ready, for me to enjoy you?" I'd wanted to tell him 'no', that I knew the
pain hadn't ended yet.

But, there was my customer behind me and, I'd been his Escort, for the
Night.

**

And now, as I caress my bruises, prior to donning something pretty before
bed, my thoughts go back to then and, his passion for my pain, before
finding his own pleasure. I had left the room in time for the last bus back
to mine, his seed leaking from me and soaking the panties John had stuffed
inside me. I had left with money in my pocket and another appointment with
him, for next week.

He tells me that he'll have a friend or two with him next time and, they
will want to enjoy me like he does. Well, all I could do was smile sweetly
and, remind him that would cost him a little extra. He's willing to pay
that extra, of course?




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