Chapter 6: Mr BIG

Part 1: Spotted

Long before Sex in The City I had my own Mr Big. In 1980 on my first trip to France for my French Language immersion course with Pierre and Francine, which had very rapidly become a 4-week voluntary immersion in my sexual corruption.

Apart from all the degenerate and depraved things they did to me, in my last week there they sent me out on two prostitute out-calls. One with a rich but sadistic man at his home in Bayonne and the first with an even richer man in a hotel in Biarritz – this was Mr Big.

He had apparently met me at the tough South African’s party, where he had used me just as much as anyone else. However, he had seen something in me he liked and so when he was given my Nikki business card had arranged a booking at the hotel where he was staying, one of the best in Biarritz. He wanted me for the whole night, arriving at 5.00pm at the hotel and leaving at 10.00 am the next morning. I had to dress nicely; have drinks and dinner in the hotel bar and restaurant; no underwear to be worn at any time; full service required; and I should collect the sealed envelope of cash on arrival and give it to Francine when she collected me. All very business-like and very impersonal.

It was quite intimidating walking into the hotel with my overnight bag, looking and feeling 17 or younger. My instructions were to dress down for arrival, so I had a simple shift dress on and no underwear as instructed. I walked to reception and asked if they could let Mr xxx know that I was here. When they asked me my name I blushed and said Nikki. The receptionist dialled his room and told him Nikki was here for him. He told them to send me straight up to his suite.

Part 2: Meeting Jane

When I arrived, an attractive woman in her mid-40s opened the door for me, shook my hand and took me into the bedroom of a large suite on the top floor of the hotel. In a very English accent she said “So, Nikki, you are the escort I ordered for my boss. You are younger than I was expecting but I understand he has used you before so you must be worth the money. Speaking of which, here is the sealed envelope with the cash for your services - and he does expect the full service, you do know that?” I blushed even more talking to her than I had to the receptionist but nodded and forced myself to speak confidently and say “Yes, whatever he wants while I am here is all included in the fee – no extras to pay.” “Oh, you are English, I did not realise that. I assumed you were French as it was down here he said he had used you before” “I work in France in the summer” I stuttered.

“He is on the phone in the other room. This is the bedroom, he prefers to sleep on this side of the bed, so I suggest you sleep that side, at least to start” Oh God, she knows everything that is going to happen! “I suggest you unpack your bag and put your dress and shoes for the evening and the one you are wearing now in this wardrobe; as instructions are no underwear, I am assuming you will be naked when you have done that, so when you are ready just go and sit on the balcony, I will bring you a glass of champagne.”

I nervously unpacked my bag, shaking out my nice, posh dress that Francine had bought me and hung it in the wardrobe with my not-too-high stilettos she had also got me. I then nervously took off my shift dress and hung that up too, with my normal shoes also in there. As I stood there naked the woman came back in with two glasses of champagne. She walked up to me and gave me a glass and then stepped back to look at me. “I see why he wanted you – you are all things he likes – small, skinny, little breasts and big nipples, shaved vagina. I know he likes his girls young but you look very young – how old are you?” When I said 17, she raised her eyebrows. “Where did you meet him? I have never booked you” “At a party two weeks ago” “with the South African?” “Yes” “And who paid for you there?” “The South African hired me for the party, I was paid for to be there for guests” “Mmm, so my boss used you at that party? Well, you must have been memorable as he gave me your card to book you only a few days later.” Inquisition over, she took me to the balcony and sat me in a comfy chair, leaving the other glass of champagne on the table, she turned to go but then said “He has had a stressful day with business calls so I imagine he will want to get some of that tension out of him soon after he comes in, so be prepared to be used very quickly. After that you can have a nice time.” And with that she put a tube of KY anal lube on the table.

As she was leaving the bedroom, I heard her say “I have put Nikki on the balcony as you requested. She seems to be a very good choice”

Part 3: Calming the beast

A big man in his sixties, he grunted and came marching out to the balcony, wearing a silk dressing gown flapping open to revel a big gut and baggy boxer shorts. He picked up his glass and emptied it down his throat in one go. Then he looked at me and said “I fucked you at that party the South African had a week or so ago – I don’t suppose you remember me after all the cocks you had in you that night, and anyway you had your face buried in some girl’s cunt and your ass in the air when I was banging you.” I could not think what to say and just sat there looking stunned

“I have had a crap day so let us get that out my system then we can have a pleasant evening together. Kneel in that chair and spread your ass cheeks.” As he threw off his dressing gown, dropped his shorts and smeared the KY jelly all over his erect penis, I did as told, knelt in the chair and reached behind to spread my cheeks. He stepped up behind me, grabbed my hips and with very little subtlety rammed his cock into my ass, breaking through my anal ring almost immediately and sinking as deep into me as he could. I tried hard not to scream too loudly but he did not seem bothered. As he moved inside me, he gave me a few stinging slaps on my bottom cheeks, and then with his hand pressing on my back he settled into a comfortable rhythm, great sighs of relief and relaxation coming from him, until he eventually withdrew and said “That is better”. I turned and asked if he wanted me to ... but he said no, he just needed the exercise now.

He then took me by the hand and led me to the bed and said let us have a little snooze then we can shower and dress for the evening. He went to his side of the bed, laid down and then waved me to join him, resting my head on his chest. He dozed off first and I did also soon after. About an hour later we both awoke and he took me into the bathroom for a shower, where we soaped and washed each other, washed our hair, let him finger me, then he pushed me down to suck his erect cock, before having a little fuck of my pussy. Again, he did not cum. I enjoyed this old fattish aging man being nice to me. We got out and dried each other, then I dried and brushed my hair and did my make-up, just a light covering to enhance my youth as Francine had taught me yesterday. I asked him if I should get dressed now and he just said of course my dear. I slipped on my posh dress and my heels, still no underwear, and when he was also dressed, we went down to the bar. I felt very sophisticated in my dress and heels but also terrified as I knew I looked small and young.

Part 4: No Daddy

We drew lots of querying looks as this aging man with a young girl 50 years his junior walked into the bar, with me on his arm until he placed a hand on my hip to guide me to a leather armchair. When the barman came to take our drinks order he just asked for a bottle of champagne and two glasses. When the waiter brought the dinner menu, I whispered that I did not know what to order, he just winked, smiled, and ordered the same for both of us.

We then chatted pleasantly about trivia – his wife and kids who he never saw, his business that ruled his life, Jane his secretary who ran his life for him, before gradually the conversation came round to me. To start with it was similar questions to Jane’s but I found myself telling him much more. That I was still at school for another year but hoped to go university to study French in September 1981. That I was doing a French immersion course with Pierre and Francine for the summer. By now we were holding hands, or rather fingers were intertwined, and our heads were leaning towards each other as we chatted quietly. He told me to hitch my dress up a bit more as he wanted to see a bit more thigh – I did as told, and smiled at him as I did so.

The whole room could tell this was not grandad, or uncle, or even father with their young offspring – this was a mature man with a young girlfriend. As we were finishing our champagne and about to go into dinner he said “Being an escort for a man like me is unusual for a girl your age but being used like you were at that party is very unusual how did that happen?” I thought briefly, looked embarrassed, and then lied – “I had money problems and lost what I was suppose to pay them for my course. They told me they had this party and escort business on the side and I could work off my debt by doing this – that was my first party”

“Have you done any more parties since the one I went to?” “Yes two more” “and how many escort jobs like this have you done?” “This is my first” That seemed to satisfy him and we went into dinner. At the table we were seated side by side in a curved banquette. He ordered me a glass of white wine and a glass of red for himself, then as we waited for food to arrive, he turned slightly in his seat, put an arm round my shoulder to caress my arm. I saw people in the restaurant looking but fortunately they could not hear the sweet nothings he was whispering in my ear.

“I want you to pull your dress up so your bare ass is sitting on the seat” I looked into his eyes and said of course sir, and trying not to wriggle about too much to be noticed, I got my dress up high enough to lift my bum and get the dress out from under me. “Very good” he said as he ran his hand around my naked bottom cheeks to make sure there was no dress between me and the cushioned seat. The first course arrived and I sat very still while it was placed before us. “Now I want you to open your legs wide and stay like that” Once more I obeyed instantly.

He stroked the inside of the thigh nearest to him, and as the waiter cleared our plates, he hoisted my leg up on top of his. When the main course arrived, he slid his hand up to my pussy and slid a finger and then two into me, while two waiters laid the food in front of us. “Now pull your dress up higher so I can see your pussy”. One leg was still resting on his thigh, so when I lifted the front of the dress up most of my upper thigh and mons was visible to anyone standing by our table.

As we ate and between forkfuls his hand moved from the table to my pussy. With the main course finished but his fingers still in me, the waiters came to clear the table. He declined dessert but ordered a coffee for himself but I just shook my head. The table clear, the coffee delivered and just the wine to finish, I fidgeted forward and round so my legs were wider apart and he could get more finger into me. I leaned over towards him, held the upper arm, with the fingers in me and, for all the restaurant to see, thanked him for a lovely dinner and kissed him, slipping my tongue between his lips – definitely not uncle!

Part 5: Garden views

As I rested my head on his shoulder, his fingers still playing with my clitoris, he said “We will go for a walk on the terrace now, maybe find a quiet spot for you to suck my cock. When you stand up do not push your dress down, just let it fall on its own.” He stood and walked round to my side of the table and watched as bare legs appeared, and then offered me his hand to stand up. The front fell reasonably easily to cover me but the back that had been rucked up the most proved hard to shake down, and half the backs of my thighs were still showing as we reached the door to the terrace. We walked over to the stone balcony overlooking the gardens and the sea. Other couples were sitting in shadowy seats around the edges of the terrace, but we were centre stage and still very visible. As we stood close, our bodies pressed together, I put my arms round his neck and kissed him again, his hands sliding up my body and both grasping a small breast.

He broke off the kiss and embrace, leading me down winding stone steps to a path running through the garden below. Off to one side was a dark bower with a seat at the back. He led me there, sat down and opened his trousers ready for me to earn my supper. i squatted down between his legs and pulled his trousers and pants down a bit more, then took him in my hand and into my mouth. After a couple of minutes, I looked up at him, smiled and said “who needs dessert?” I continued to work diligently on him, while he stroked my hair and face and the hand that was resting on his stomach. Suddenly we heard voices on the path but he just held my head in place and said “Do not stop.” A couple we had seen on the terrace above walked past, started to turn into the arbour, saw us, hesitated, and then moved on.

He told me to stand, turned me round so my back was to him, and pulled my dress up all round above my waist so I was naked from navel to ground, crumpled it tight on one side and told me to hold it up. Then he pulled me back, legs straddling his, and lowered me on to his cock. As I moved on him, he pulled the zip at the back of my dress down until it was fully open. slipped both hands in to hold my breasts and play with my hard nipples. I leaned back against him and he kissed my neck and ears and my face when I turned partially towards him. One hand left my breast and came out of the dress, going down to stroke my belly and then on down to caress my clitoris above the cock he had buried in me. I could feel my orgasm building, my legs beginning to shake, my heart rate climbing and just as another couple walked past, I let out a small cry of release.

He gave me a few minutes to recover and then said “Time for bed”. He walked me back up to the terrace, through the bar and into the elevator to the top floor suite. He immediately told me to strip and get into bed and then climbed in with me, opened my legs and sank into me up to the balls, and for the first time fucked me until he came. Rapidly we both fell asleep and slept all night.

Part 6: Flaunting his floozy

I woke at 9.00am when Jane came in with a pot of coffee for me. I was alone in the bed but the bed covers were on the floor so I was fully exposed to her. She laughed and said “you were obviously good enough to share his side of the bed and he has told me to extend your booking until tomorrow. He has a business thing he must attend and wants to take you with him.” “But I do not have any clothes for tonight” “Yes, your lovely dress was pretty crumpled. It looked like he screwed you in it -ah. I see from your face that he did! Anyway, no matter, I have it being cleaned and pressed ready for this evening. You do not need clothes today – just go shower and then have breakfast on the terrace. Spend the day sunbathing out there – you have a beautiful all over tan so just top it up. By the way, room-service will come to make the bed and service the room, just ignore them – I am sure they will have seen a naked girl before.”

As she left, she said they were both next door, working, and so to just come in if I wanted anything, otherwise they would see me for lunch. An hour later, as I was stretched out on the sunbed, housekeeping came to clean the bathroom, make the bed, service the rooms and finally to clear the terrace of breakfast things. I was sitting up a little with one leg slightly bent, giving full frontal exposure to them. I gave them a sweet smile and said hi to them.

A few minutes later Jane came on to the terrace from the other room and, laughing, said, “I am not sure if you have destroyed or enhanced his reputation in this hotel. There is already a lot of gossip about what he and his little floozy were up to last night in the bar, the restaurant, on the terrace, and the garden. He did keep you busy - he likes to play games. Your reputation in this hotel is destroyed!” She laughed again and asked me to join them for a snack.

Part 7: Calming the beast again

He was again wearing his dressing gown flapping open and his baggy boxers, and as soon as I walked in he waved me over to sit on his lap. Over lunch we all three chatted amiably about trivia, with him absent-mindedly gently caressing my nipple – Jane watched, grinned at me, and rolled her eyes – I grinned back. Once we had all finished eating, he stood up, took my hand, and said to Jane “I am taking my floozy to bed!” His way of letting her know he had overheard and was amused by the gossip.

We went to the bed and I helped him take his dressing gown off and then his boxers. I asked him what he would like me to do for him, and he replied “Just suck my cock for a few minutes till I am hard enough then climb on board and fuck yourself for a few more minutes. Then we will nap for ten.” Which is exactly what we did, with me falling asleep on top of him, still in my cowgirl position, until Jane woke both of us. T he afternoon drifted by, until late afternoon when there were roused voices from the other room, and shortly after Jane came to me on the terrace, “That stupid man on the phone has got him quite worked up – try and calm him down – you know from yesterday what he needs,” and handed me the tube of KY jelly. I went in to him, stood by his desk with one hand resting on his neck, massaging the tension, and then placed the tube in the centre of his desk in front of him and asked “Is there anything I can do to help?” reaching down to fondle his cock and feeding my nipple to his clenched jaw. He frowned at me, stood up and dropped his boxers, and grabbed the tube, saying “Bend over the desk and spread!” A few seconds later Jane sitting on the terrace sipping a cold drink heard my muffled scream of pain and then the loud smack of hands slapping ass cheeks. Then it quietened down to just his rhythmic heavy breathing.

When he called her Jane came quickly into the room to find me still spread across his desk, with legs parted, and one of his hands slowly caressing my clitoris – she did not even look surprised. “What are we going to do about this kid? She is the first to make me feel like this since you – I looked into her eyes with shock and mouthed “You?” She answered my unspoken question with a smile and a wink.

Part 6: Romance

Miserably he muttered “I really do not want to go to this do this evening – I would rather stay here and flaunt my floozy in front of them all.” “Instead of you both getting all dressed up, why do you not take Nikki for a walk into town and along the promenade, and have a nice dinner together in a little restaurant. You do not need to flaunt her around and you just need to stay calm - she seems to be good at calming you down.” “OK but you see how we can sort this out.”

And that is what we did, and I had one of the loveliest evenings I had ever had. Despite the obvious age gap we walked hand in hand, kissed sweetly and passionately, walked with arms around each other, and dined in a little restaurant near the front. Over coffee he pushed my little shift dress up and stroked my inner thigh and smiling at me said “No panties” I took his hand and slid it under my dress and up to my pussy and replied “I do not have any” “Your wet” he said “Because I am happy and I like being you floozy!” we both laughed, and then making no attempt to speak quietly he said “Now I need to get you to bed and fuck you all night!” Paying the bill and tipping the waiters generously, in front of them he simply said “Bed while you are still wet!” We left laughing, as did the waiters and half the customers who had all heard what he said.

We went back to the hotel and to bed. While we did not fuck all night as he said, it was the first time in France that I had felt safe and loved, even if I was a paid-for prostitute. The next morning, we both slept late and were in the middle of a morning fuck as he called it, his big body hiding most of mine, with my legs either side of him and my arms around his back, as Jane walked in with a tray full of coffee and croissants. “I asked you to keep him calm” she grinned at me, as I tried to peer round his shoulder, “and eat these on the terrace or you will get crumbs in the bed – I am assuming he is going to fuck you a few more times before you have to go!”

We sat on the terrace, both naked all day, occasionally going into the bedroom to fuck, or him pulling me over to his chair to suck his cock, or laying me on the table so he could eat me, dipping his lunchtime strawberries into my pussy juices. Near the middle of the afternoon with my departure getting imminent, Jane gave me a second sealed envelope with the extra cash for my services last night and today. This made me feel sad and depressed as even though I knew I was just a hired whore I had been made to feel as if he liked me for who I was rather than what I was.

Part 8: The solution

Seeing we were both a bit down, Jane said “I have a solution to our mutual problems. Nikki, he wants to see a lot more of you but you only work here for 8 weeks in the summer, and he almost never comes down to this part of France. So, seeing more of you is not easy.”