The Girlfriend Experience
Copyright© 2026 by JeremyDCP
Chapter 10
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Eighteen-year-old Lindsay leaves home against the wishes of her family to pursue a controversial career. **Re-written story**
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Teenagers Consensual Fiction Cheating BDSM
“Open your mouth for me, sweet girl. Christ, I’ve wanted to do this since you first climbed into my backseat yesterday.”
Goosebumps rippled across Lindsay’s skin as Eric’s silhouette loomed over her in the pulsing neon glow. She labored for oxygen, but her tongue still extended past glossy lips like a flag of surrender. Positioned on the mattress with her head lying limp off its edge, she curled her fingers into the linens, anchoring herself against what was coming next.
“Yeah, that’s it. That’s a good girl.” Eric stood there, his breathing ragged, condom-covered cock erect and heavy above her face. “Open your mouth, nice and wide. I want you to take it. Nice and wide.” He held Lindsay’s head in his left hand and his length in his right as he inserted its crown between her lips. “There we go.”
Her eyes were fixed on him, and she could smell a soapy aroma; Pamela had insisted Eric take a shower before coming to claim his merchandise. Lindsay felt grateful for that, but under that clean smell she also caught the scent of something darker and muskier. It was the essence of him, and she realized this would be her new normal going forward. Sucking old man cock. Her mouth closed around it, cheeks hollowing, and her tongue pressed flat along the underside to create more room.
“There you go. That’s it.” Lindsay’s throat lurched up then down as Eric continued talking. “Such a good girl. Let’s see that tongue. Yeah, stick that tongue out. There you go. Fucking love it that I’m your first client. Spit on the balls, sweetheart. Come on, you got more spit than that. Yeah, like that.” He kept his hand on the back of her head and began to thrust, slow for now, allowing himself to enjoy the stretch. “Oh, shit. Look at you taking it like a pro.” But Lindsay gagged, as she had done several times already during the party, and Eric withdrew.
“Hey, hey. Breathe. We’ll get there.” His thumb stroked her jaw. “Just let it happen. I know you can do it.” He swiped a fingertip across her lips. “Massage the dick, frig it. Use your hands, honey. Come underneath, underneath ... yeah, just like that. Oh, I like that.”
Lindsay’s chest heaved, her mouth still partially open, a patch of foam on her tongue. “I’m okay. It’s just ... you’re ... you’re a lot bigger than what I’m used to.” Sharp fingernails found his thighs and raked. “I don’t want you to stop this time.” She curled her tongue down until she felt its tip almost touch the very top of her chin. “Don’t worry about me, I... I can take it.”
Lindsay had no idea what her eyes were saying, but Eric’s were saying plenty. She’d been watching both the darkness and hunger grow in him since their party began fifteen minutes ago. He’d been calm and patient with her, but with that bold invitation, that darkness in his eyes flared and the hunger exploded, right through the mask.
One strong step had him towering over her, his left hand combing back through her hair, his balls scraping her forehead. “Goddammit, Lindsay.” His opposite hand again gripped his cock. She had zero time as he fed it into her mouth. “Should’ve just pulled off to the side of the road yesterday and offered you money then.” He pushed, too slow to be a thrust, but deep enough that when it hit the back of her throat, she gagged. “Like I wanted to.”
Lindsay’s hands caught his hips and one foot thrashed high into the air, but Eric was already withdrawing. Her instinct was to jerk back but she suppressed it. Eric’s grip on her head pinned her where he wanted her, where she wanted him to want her.
Lindsay relaxed her throat, forced her jaw to go as slack as possible and closed her eyes, simply giving herself over to the feeling of just... being taken. Being used. Eric was utterly male, and at no other point in her life had she felt as feminine as she did now.
“Look at me,” came his growl.
She opened her eyes, loving the intensity on his face as he fucked her mouth. Thrust after thrust. Shallow and deep; sometimes jamming all the way into the back of her throat until she could not gather any oxygen. Then it was nothing but sheer will that kept the panic at bay while impaled upon his dick, throat wrenching, head pounding.
“Fuck, yes,” he said, pulling out abruptly. “Breathe. Deep breath. Here it comes again.”
Back in he went, as deep as he could go. So deep that Lindsay felt a buzzing in her empty, aching pussy that multiplied by the second.
Eric released his hold on her head. Hands behind his back, he tried to step back but, robbed of his cock, Lindsay chased him.
“No. Where do you think you’re going? Give it back.”
Now it was her turn, almost toppling off the edge of the bed, gorging herself upon every inch of him. Fists and mouth and tongue all at once, frantic, sloppy, her head jerking in sharp bobs that left spit dripping from her chin. Lindsay savored every ridge and vein, her pale face wreathed in golden hair beneath him, and sucked like a woman possessed, starving, half out of her goddamn mind.
Every gurgling gasp and cough and clutch of Lindsay’s fingers as she clawed at Eric’s hips tickled his sadistic side. No woman sucked cock like this merely for money. This was need, unadulterated and primal, and it made him want to ruin her. He loved the trembling in her thighs, the way her little breasts bounced and flopped as the bed frame rattled against the wall. He loved her grunting cries and the way her eyes bulged, wide and wet and wrecked. He loved the nasty splotches of saliva coating her face as he pulled out far enough to allow her several ragged gasps, and then he was back in her throat again, fucking deep enough to make her gag.
Her thighs clamped shut when he reached down and slapped her pussy with an open palm. Eric would own it tonight, too, just like he did her mouth, and he wanted her to know it. His hand, rough and invasive, began flashing back and forth, and the shock of it buckled Lindsay’s spine and ripped another cry from deep in her throat.
Suddenly, Eric stopped. His muscles locked and he withdrew, a heavy growl escaping through clenched teeth. “Breathe, sweetheart. Don’t talk, just breathe. Let me see those eyes.” He eased his fingers along her scalp, massaging it. “Yeah, there she is. You’re doing so good.”
Lindsay opened her mouth wide, strained it, jaw trembling, and a sound crawled out that was closer to begging than breathing. Who was this girl? She had never, ever wanted anything more than she wanted this man’s dick right now. Nothing else compared to it; from the spastic twitches in her pussy to the fierce look of pleasure and possession on Eric’s face, and the strength in his hands as he again yanked her head back and reclaimed her throat as his personal sheath.
His hips pistoned like a steam engine and now he kept triggering her gag reflex. “There it is. There it is. Choke on it ... yeah, choke on it. Stroke those balls.”
Lindsay’s eyes teared up and Eric’s dick continued to swell, thickening until her jaw cracked and her lips nearly split at the seams. But that wasn’t going to stop her. Eric really let himself go, hammering away with ruthless, punishing force.
“Holy fuck.” His breaths quickened. “I ain’t never ... I ain’t never ... all the way down. All the way down, let me see your eyes.” His hands, now on either temple, clamped like a vice. “Fucking look at me.” Something misfired in Eric’s chest and his knees gave out, one leg folding before he caught himself with a snarl and went back to thrusting. “Oh, that pussy’s next. You hear me? That pussy is next.”
Amethyst sat alone at the dining table in the recreation room, wearing her typical sadistic glam, admiring the Midnight Massacre Doughnut on the small plate in front of her. I deserve this. Sixty minutes with some pimply, uncoordinated man-child who slipped out so many times she lost count, jabbing at her thigh, her hips, even the sheets like he was competing for gold in the world’s saddest Olympic event. That alone had earned her this bad boy of chocolate and crimson raspberry wonder. Worse yet, Bradley haggled the price down to $500. A hundred below my hard limit. Like her time and skills were some Black Friday doorbuster special. Hmmph.
Still, Amethyst’s mouth watered and her body relaxed at the decadent aroma. She would enjoy the warm doughnut and Monster energy drink for as long as possible.
“You thinking about Grace or about how you plan to finally get all your stuff back from Osiris?”
Amethyst arched a brow and regarded Jenn, who appeared alongside her with her brown hair pulled back in a pair of French braids. “A little of both.” She squinted up at her, puzzled. “How do you know so much?”
“We’re the whorehouse,” Jenn said casually. Amethyst waited for more, but nothing came. Apparently, that was all there was to it.
“Right. Okay.” Thin walls, thinner boundaries. Yep, everyone knew everyone else’s business here.
“I heard you had some not-so-nice things to say about Grace to Riley a few minutes ago.” Jenn placed both hands on the table and looked down at her. “Can I offer you some advice?”
“Depends. Is it good advice or the kind that makes me want to impale myself?”
“I’ve been here fifteen years, off and on,” Jenn said. “Seen many girls come and go, seen Pamela take a shine to her fair share. But not like this. Whatever she sees in Grace – and trust me, she sees something – it’s different. Very different. You keep poking at that girl, making faces, doing your little comments? Pamela will notice, and she won’t let it slide. Believe me, you don’t want that. Best back off from Grace. I mean it, Amethyst. I’m telling you this for your own good.”
“Cool. Anyway.” Amethyst sank her teeth into the blessed-by-the-devil doughnut and groaned, eyes drifting shut. “Hmm, delicious.”
“That girl is protected here. Not by Colt, but by Pamela. What is your problem with her, anyway?”
“The little sunbeam? She bugs me.”
“Why?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes!”
Amethyst’s chewing slowed and she stared at the doughnut. “The perkiness. I ... I can’t.” The muscles along her jaw flexed and she put the doughnut down, shoved its plate to the wayside. “You know what I had at Grace’s age? Parents who wished I was never born and my grandmother, the only person who ever gave a damn about me, rotting in the ground. That’s what I had.” Rage roared up through her, unexpected and violent. “Grace has a family who loves her but told them no thanks, I’d rather go be a whore in the desert. Fuck her. Bouncing around the house like it’s goddamn Disneyland and looking at me like I’m some sort of circus freak. Yeah, fuck her.” Amethyst stopped, closed her eyes, and breathed until the negativity subsided. Or at least until she got it under control. “Forgive me if I’m not charmed by little Miss Sunshine slumming it for thrills.”
“I’m not asking you to like her.”
“What are you asking, then?”
“To back off. Be careful.”
“Relax. I’m not planning a murder.” Amethyst took a drag from her vape, exhaled, and let the silence stretch longer than necessary. “Maybe gouging out Grace’s eyeballs with her voodoo doll, but not a murder.”
“Fine.” Irritation sparked, but Jenn dismissed it. “I said my piece. I tried.” She knew better than to argue. Girls like Amethyst only seemed to learn things the hard way. “Changing the subject, got something else for you. Good news, actually.”
Amethyst just looked at her. “Color me skeptical.”
“Malaki Johnson wants to book you for next Tuesday.”
She blinked once, twice, and yet again. “Wait, what?” For once, Amethyst had no sarcastic comeback.
“Thought that might get your attention.” Jenn allowed herself a small smile. “Colt just got off the telephone with Mr. Johnson a few moments ago. Asked me to tell you that he requested you next Tuesday at ten in the morning.”
“Say that again.” Amethyst froze for a moment, tilting her head before a smirk crept across her lips. “You’re ... you’re serious?”
“Dead serious.”
Amethyst’s teeth flashed, white and broad, as she dusted the sugar from her fingertips.
Malaki Johnson. Yes, that Malaki Johnson, the mega creator who posted clips on YouTube and TikTok and livestreamed on Twitch, whose gregarious personality and mythical charm had translated into a hundred million subscribers. “He wants to book time with me?” One of the world’s most sought-after bachelors who’d been to the brothel three other times this year already, always partying with a different provider, and dropping $20,000 for twenty-four hours? “Holy shit.”
Amethyst had never watched any of Johnson’s content but certainly understood his appeal. He was a high-energy people magnet, a natural ringleader. His livestreams drew more eyes than most TV sitcoms in primetime. When wildfires devastated Ventura and Santa Barbara Counties in California this past winter, he’d taken all the proceeds from a gaming tournament – four million dollars – and donated it to disaster relief.
And then matched it dollar for dollar from his own pocket.
“Wait. My break starts next Tuesday.”
“Colt is fine with you postponing it for a day. You want the booking or not?”
An extra $10,000 to close out what had already been her most successful tour since the tax season ended was a no-brainer. “Yes, absolutely.” Amethyst bounced in her seat. I could pay off my BMW and buy something nice for Osiris. Maybe convince him to rekindle their volatile relationship? She’d been going through the motions in life lately, trying to make the best of things, but without Osiris, she felt empty. He’s been looking for a new iPad.
Amethyst had never properly met Johnson, just witnessed his choreographed arrivals – baseball cap tugged down, face obscured by oversized sunglasses – as Colt or Jim hustled him through the back entrance and straight down here to the chick cave, where mongers generally weren’t permitted. Zero chance of being recognized. Those sponsorship deals with sports drinks and cereal companies would vanish from supermarket shelves overnight if his brothel activities leaked to the press.
Johnson would talk and flirt with his chosen lady as others normally would at the bar, and then party in a side bedroom. He wasn’t unique in that regard. Politicians who voted against sex work by day booked threesomes at night. Athletes and Hollywood A-listers would shed their wholesome, family man images here for more sinister personalities with anonymity guaranteed.
“Even our regular clients,” Colt once told her, “the accountants, firefighters, mechanics, paper mill workers, they’re trusting us with their marriages, their reputations too. We honor that trust or we close our doors. Forever.”
Amethyst took another bite of the doughnut she knew she shouldn’t be holding. Jim had picked up coffee and pastries at Gunslinger’s earlier, but Amethyst could see her grandmother glaring at her in the recesses of her mind. Emily, I can hear your arteries clogging from here. Do you want diabetes like your Uncle Steve? Amethyst shrugged, shoved a mouthful inside anyway.
This doughnut was, quite simply, contraband.
He thumbed her cheek. “That felt good, Gracie. So good.”
“I’m glad.”
“It’s time for me to return the favor.” Eric climbed onto the mattress and repositioned Lindsay in its center, then brought her knees to her chest. He knelt and this view was even better than when her head dangled off the side of the bed, for the raising of her knees unearthed the treasure of Lindsay’s sweet pussy and virgin anus. Eric burrowed his face in and feasted so much that she shrieked and thrashed from the pleasure of it, and his cock remained primed, knowing he would soon have another turn inside her.
What began as lazy sweeps of his tongue intoxicated Lindsay until there was nothing lazy about what he was doing. “Eric ... Eric, I can’t ... I can’t think. What are ... what are you –” She grabbed the bed sheet and banged her other fist on the opposite side. Packard never went down on me like this before! Lindsay’s legs vibrated and she dug the soles of her feet into the mattress. “Right there. Right there, right there, right... oh my.”
Eric pulled her flush against him, feeling her intimate charms melt upon his mouth. “Goddammit, Grace. You’re so fucking hot.” He was panting as he pried her thighs wider and flicked at her clitoris. “Sweet, tight, and all mine. I knew you were special the moment I saw you.”
“Oh, sir. Oh, sir, I’m gonna come.” Swirling lights shot past and through Lindsay. Sensations engulfed her and those blue and yellow lights behind closed eyelids wrenched and swallowed her whole. “I’m gonna ... keep doing that, keep... fuck I’m so close. I’m so ... don’t stop. Your tongue ... don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Oh, yes. Yes! I’m gonna come all over you!”
“Do it, sweetheart. Come all over me. Do it now.”