Chapter 2

Michelle and Dave began to see each other fairly regularly after that. However, they still had to keep their affair secret. Dave stood to lose a lot if the word got out about his fucking his employee’s barely-legal daughter. His marriage, his job, his family would all be gone.

Being in the advertising business, he knew what this would do to any chance of finding another job as well. Even moving wouldn’t make it less painful ... this was something that would follow him no matter how far he moved away.

Michelle would not escape unharmed if their illicit affair became public knowledge either. There would be serious ramifications for her as well, the very least of which would be that she couldn’t see the man that had made her so very happy. So it was vitally important that their rendezvous be kept totally hidden.

They took great pains in doing just that. They would text each other to figure out when and where to meet. Dave would show up in a rented vehicle so his car wouldn’t be spotted somewhere it shouldn’t have been. They paid cash for everything. They registered in small-time hotels under assumed names. Whatever they had to do, they did to keep from being caught.

These meetings were hard-fucking, animal sex sessions ... they often didn’t have time for soft cuddles and romance. They squeezed every minute together they could and they made the most of them all.

Dave was like a man possessed – he took out his raunchiest, filthiest, most perverse sexual fantasies out on her and she loved every bit of it. It seemed like the more twisted and dirty the idea, the more she liked it. Michelle had broken free of her parents strict moral upbringing and she was making up for lost time!

One of the things Dave spent a lot of time doing with her was trying to get her past her past. He didn’t want her to be that young Catholic girl from a sexually phobic family. He wanted her to be a young hot sexy little fucktoy. His fucktoy ... willing and ready to fulfill his every deviant desire.

He taught her to talk dirty during sex, “use your words” he would say. He wanted her to tell him how much she loved his thick hard cock, how much she wanted him to fuck her, how she wanted to feel him cum inside her. And how she was his little slut and his fucktoy ... willing to please him in any way he wanted.

One of Michelle favorite activities was when Dave would fuck her from behind. This was something she knew her father was absolutely against – and the taboo aspect of it made it all the more excited erotic and hot for Michelle!

Dave would pound her pussy and occasionally he’d push his thumb into her ass as an added treat. He told her how hot his little fucktoy was and how tight her cunt and ass were. And how this was the only thing she was good for. She loved it all, his words drove her wild!

Dave also would tell her that he wanted to share her with his friends – that he should take her to a bar sometime and tie her to the toilet and let everyone have a turn at her ... he’d even charge admission! And because she was such a fucking slut, she would enjoy it all and beg for more!

This particular fantasy never failed to make her wetter, hornier, and make her cum harder than ever! And she dreamed about just such events when she was at home in her own bed as well – always leaving her with a delightful wet spot and a happy smile afterwards!

Sometimes in his text messages Dave would tell her what he wanted her to wear. He had been to her apartment a couple times and he knew what she had for clothing ... he had already picked out the clothes he liked for her to wear.

One day while Michelle was at home she got a knock on the door. Her parents were both at work so she answered the door. It was a package from Dave. Excited, she brought it inside and set it on the table opening it quickly but carefully.

What could it be? she wondered. As she opened the box she saw it was a dress. But not just any dress. This was a skin tight black latex minidress! It had a full length zipper in the front and it was so short it looked almost like it was made for a girl half her size! It was very sexy and made her wet just looking at it. She also found in the box a pair of thigh top stockings and some slutty clear heels like strippers and hooker wore. There was also an envelope and when she opened it she found a note from Dave:

Hello fucktoy;

I bought you this outfit because I know your wardrobe doesn’t have anything real slutty and I want you to look especially good tomorrow when we meet. So I want you to wear this outfit for me then. Now I will meet you on the corner of Euclid and 49th Street. I will pick you up there. Make sure you look slutty for me!

Dave

Michelle smiled as she read his note. He must have something really fun planned to go to all this trouble! she thought to herself. That day she decided to go shopping and one of the things she wanted to get was some makeup. Michelle didn’t have much in the way of makeup – she wasn’t allowed makeup because as her father would always say ‘Makeup is for whores. Good girls don’t wear makeup!’ Well Michelle was tired of being a ‘good girl’!

The next evening, about an hour or so before she was supposed to meet Dave for their playtime she left the house giving her parents a vague destination where she was going. They were into a television program so they didn’t pay much attention. She had stashed her outfit and makeup bag in the car earlier that day so she pulled out of the driveway and headed to her destination.

She stopped a couple blocks from where she was to meet Dave at a Quick-Stop convenience store. She took her dress and makeup bag into the ladies room in the back of the store. It wasn’t the cleanest place she ever saw, but it would do for what she had in mind. She quickly changed clothes folding her regular clothes up neatly and sitting them on the baby changer platform.

Once she had her dress, stockings, and heels on, she went to check out her look in the full length mirror. She couldn’t believe what she saw. There standing in the mirror was a smoking hot woman wearing a very tight, very short black latex dress, thigh-top seamed black stockings, and sexy clear CFM heels.

The dress was so short she could easily see the tops of her stockings a inch or so below the hem. It barely covered her crotch it was so short. And it was so tight that if it was cold out, she could have seen her goosebumps through it!

Now that she was dressed it was time for her makeup. Although she hadn’t worn makeup before this, she did know how to apply it from her friends at school that wore it. And she had learned how to put on the dark eye shadow, mascara, and other things that would make her look like the slut Dave was wanting. So she took her time to make sure she got everything perfect – she so wanted him to see her at her best.

When she had finished, she looked once more at herself and satisfied, she walked out of the bathroom. She put her clothes in the car and then locked it. It would be safe parked there since the Quick-Stop was open 24 hours a day and she wouldn’t be gone all that long anyway.

She walked out to the side of the road and stood there waiting for Dave to arrive. As she waited there, several cars slowed to a crawl as they went past obviously thinking she was a hooker, and the idea got her so wet.

Every car that rolled past and slowed down with its driver eyeing her got Michelle hornier and hornier. She didn’t move towards any of the cars when they pulled up, however, like a real hooker would so none of them stopped.

Dave was 20 minutes late by now and Michelle was so horny she was finding very difficult not to touch herself. Standing there in her tight dress, her latex-wrapped tits looked like they could burst free at any second, and her rock-hard nipples jutted through the rubber aching to be touched.

Then a black Cadillac with tall, thin tires on huge wire-spoke wheels pulled up, the heavy-bass music booming inside. A handsome looking black guy leaned out and brazenly asked “Hey there foxy, how much to take you home?”

Without thinking, Michelle walked forward and bent over to face him, her tits bulging out the top of the tight dress.

“For 50 bucks you can do whatever you want to me,” she said. Wait! Michelle suddenly thought, Where had that come from! What was I doing? It was if her lust had taken over.

The guy grinned mischievously and nodded his head towards to the driver, another black guy who was looking lustily at her. “Think you can handle the both of us?” he asked. Michelle bent down a bit more and saw the other man sitting next to him. The thought of being fucked by these two big black studs at the same time made her already wet pussy throb with excitement and anticipation.

“Sure, why not ... but it’ll cost you another 50 for your friend,” she said.

“Deal,” he said. Michelle smiled and got into the car, sitting on the seat between them.

As they drove off the two men introduced themselves. “My name is DeShaun, and this guy here is Marcus,” the guy who first spoke to her said. The driver turned and nodded his head when his name was called.

“Hello boys, my name is Michelle,” she said. as she settled into the seat.

As Marcus drove to their place, DeShaun put his hand on her thigh. Michelle couldn’t help but look at DeShaun and her eyes trailed down to his crotch where she saw an enormous bulge forming. He noticed her furtive glances and smiled.

“Relax baby ... you’ll get fed as soon as we get home,” he said, grabbing the bulge in his pants.

Michelle smiled and put her hand on his crotch. She felt the huge cock that was creating such a bulge in his pants. She wrapped her tiny hand around it and could barely close her fingers around the massive meatpole. This was going to be a challenge, but also a lot of fun!

They arrived at the men’s apartment about 20 minutes later. It wasn’t much to look at – certainly not as nice as her home, but she wasn’t there as a home design consultant. For the purposes of her visit, a backseat in an alley in the industrial area would suffice. Besides, the seedier and more run down the place was, the more it lent itself to her hooker fantasy. This sleazy, filthy place was the perfect setting!

They went upstairs to the men’s apartment on the third floor. They let her go up the stairs ahead of them, and commented on the view as they made their way up the old staircase.

“Damn! look at that tight ass sway! I’m gonna have fun burying my cock in that!” one of them remarked. Then Michelle felt a hand slip between her legs and graze her wet pussy. Michelle almost stumbled, weak-kneed, as she felt him rubbing her horny, hungry pussy.

“Not me ... I want to slip into something hot and wet!” the other one said.

“Now boys,” Michelle said, turning around to face them, “There’s plenty of holes for everyone here!” She couldn’t believe she was doing this and couldn’t believe the way she was talking and acting! This was the stuff of many of her hottest dreams!

Getting to the front door of the apartment. Marcus got his key out and unlocked the door. letting us all in. The place didn’t look much better on the inside than it did on the outside but to her it couldn’t have looked better.

The decor looked like the 1970’s threw up in the apartment – cheesy popcorn ceiling, old faded wood paneling, and a filthy dirty worn out industrial carpeting that looked like it hadn’t seen a vacuum since it was installed. The whole place looked worn, tattered, and stained ... just this side of condemned! The perfect setting for a fifty dollar whore to ply her trade!

“DeShaun, put some music on, I’m gonna get us all a drink. What do you drink, beautiful?” Marcus asked.

“Whatever you got is fine with me,” she said.

While DeShaun found some music to play, Marcus went into the kitchen to mix the drinks. DeShaun got the music going and then sat down on an old ratty sofa, patting the cushion beside him and motioning for her to come join him.

However, as she came close he took her arm and pulled her onto his lap. Michelle hiked up her tight dress and straddled him on her knees one on either side of his thighs. She sat down on his legs, her pussy instantly feeling the bulge her hand was on a few moments ago.

“Mmmm ... that cock feels good...” Michelle said in a low voice. She wriggled her ass on his lap making the cock roll over her pussy lips.

DeShaun’s hands were busy themselves. He ran his large hands up and down Michelle’s sides and over her body until he got to the zipper in front of her dress. He slowly pulled it down as Michelle watched for his reaction, until it got down to just above her navel. Then he pulled the sides of her dress apart and Michelle’s young tits popped out. He looked at her small but firm tits with their hard as pebbles nipples and smiled.