My Clients
by Majin
Copyright© 2006 by Majin
Chapter 1
I looked across the table between me and a middle aged business man on the Queen Street to Lanark Central train. He was trying to look down my skimpy top without me noticing. I smiled seductively. I was wearing what my new client has suggested; a white shirt a size too small, a black silky skirt with a slit up the back and black stockings that just reached the skirt hem. He reminded me of the first older man I had been with. My snatch got wet as I remembered. He was a friend of my fathers; a lecturer at my university. He was middle aged but still handsome and in good shape. He had asked me to stay behind one day after class. He said he had a message from my father about my allowance. I waited for everybody to leave and he began to speak:
"Ms Lee, your father wanted me to report back on your spending and I ashamed too tell him it looks quite frivolous. How can you afford such things on a student's budget?"
"Sir, I have a job"
"Doing what?"
"It's kind of embarrassing sir"
"Ms Lee. Tell me now or I will fail you in this class."
I looked up. He surely couldn't fail me. Could he?
"Sir, I've been selling myself"
"You mean; you are a prostitute?"
"Yes sir"
I was blushing bright red and I was feeling sick with worry that he might tell my father.
"How much do you charge?"
"It depends Sir. Around £40 for straight sex"
I felt faint.
"Would you take a check?"
Was he joking? I hoped he was.
"Ms Lee. Answer me"
"Yes sir. Would you like to have me now?"
"Yes. Strip down and bend over my desk. Ass up"
I did as he said and slipped off my jeans and black sweater. I undid my bra and let loose my smallish but firm breasts. I was standing there in just my knickers. Looking down at my feet too embarrassed to go on.
"Knickers off before I tear them off"
I slipped them down past my thighs and on to the floor. I stepped out of them and walked over to the desk. I positioned myself in the way he asked.
He walked over and massaged my ass and slipped one finger in my ass hole. I squirmed
"How often have you sold yourself?"
"I have about six clients. They've used me many times"
"I see. You still look very tight."
I was about to say something but he stuck his cock up my snatch before I could open my mouth.
"You are a slut. Ms Lee. Say it"
"I am a slut"
He continued thrusting his cock up my cunt. He massaged my ass and thighs making me moan with pleasure.
After a short while he shot his juices up my fuck hole and withdrew.
"Here"
He stuck a check into my hand and spanked me on the rear.
"Get changed"
The train stopped. The business man got up and I followed him. I asked directions to the office complex where my client had asked to meet me.
"Oh. Go straight ahead and turn left. You can't miss it"
I found it and got the lift up to the fourth floor. An old secretary looked me up and down. I went up to her desk and asked if Mr. Thomson would see me now.
"Is this a personal visit?"
"Yes. I am a friend of his"
I giggled.
"Very well, then. Let me see"
She knocked on the door and stuck her head in. I heard her asking him if I was allowed to enter. She nodded and told me that he would see me now.
The office was large and airy. A young, well dressed man sat at the desk. He stood up when I entered.
"Ms. Lee?"
"Yes"
"Would you please strip for me?"
I nodded and sexily undid my shirt. Pulling it back over my shoulders and dropping it on the floor. I bent over and unclipped my bra. I threw it at him and he caught it and smiled. Shimmying out of my skirt and slipping of my black thong, I wondered if he was for real. I was about to take off my stockings but he stopped me.
"Leave them on"
I walked over to him and straddled myself over his lap. I kissed him full on the mouth and he let his hands wander over my breasts and stomach. He undid his fly and took out his semi hard cock. I moved me head down and began to suck it. He pushed my head up and down. He was hard now and I could tell he was about to cum.
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