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A continuation, from a previous story `Attachment Enclosed'
Noon-time rising: Stephen
I'm sitting cross-legged as I lean forward, the screen just a few scant inches from my bleary eyes, as I type away of the events of yesterday. Like fuck, I haven't even changed, since I finally awoke and, I'm still wearing the outfit I wore then, a kind of slutty lap-dancer, if that sounds right. I still have the white shirt on, as well as the red and black short-pleated tartan skirt, but my panties had been pulled to shreds. Not that I mind. It had been a really good night, though in truth, not at all what I'd expected.
Like for instance, Young John, who I'd met up, had arranged for me to have visitors, and to entertain them', every three weeks at noon, while my folks were out having their regular Saturday Meal'; and, anymore would have been suss, particularly as John's friends were so young. I mean, I'm a slim, slighting thinning, fair-haired, slim, bespectacled forty-nine year-old, who lives with his Mum and Dad again, after two-failed relationships.
And yeah, even after going to the toilet first thing, I'm still leaking. Though in truth, I'm not really surprised, I was busy last night: and quite energetic as I seen to recall. But really it started when John decided that his friends should also have the benefits of my subservient and slutty-self, as they chose to use, for a small deal f weed and the price of a pint. At least that way, I figured, I was getting something out of it myself. And sure, those teens had been quick to accept the price I'd set. So a schedule was set, I've mentioned; and so after they had decided who the next would be in line, from a raffle, the young fellow called round.
Now none of them were as well endowed as John had turned out to be, having easily met the image of him I'd seen in an email, sent to see if I'd be interested. Well sure I had been. So I'd shaved and lubed myself well before he'd called at just after twelve and boy did he look good, liked Johnny Depp in Rear Window, but with the hair of Christain Slater; and he was in blue-jeans and blue windcheater, hands shoved into the side pockets, kind like real casual. Yeah, I'd liked him, particularly when he took charge and had me lie over my single bed, skirt thrown over my arse-cheeks and shoved himself into me, all-in-one, so well-lubed was I at the time. And yeah, he was big, bloody big at that, but as I'd lain there, my hands clutching the duvet, he'd driven back and forth into y wideng hole, which I'd endeavoured to tighten around each thrust, to please him. But, I don't think my effort was warranted really: john had just wanted a warm moist hole to fuck that day. And, he knew I was generally ready and dressed at twelve. I had been, the photo and an email had guaranteed that.
Now, one Saturday in three, I was the willing indoor escort for a succession of young teenage boy's and, on one occasion so far, a girl; but boy-had that been a surprise.
But I'd started writing to tell you about Stephen, `the adorable sweet angel', I'd thought as he stood there in the rain, but HA! Appearance can definitely be deceptive.
I've taken to calling myself Steffi and liked to be called so. And, that's who he'd asked for when he'd phoned the land-line, to say he was on his way. And, I was feeling expectant by the time young Stephen called round on a showery Saturday Noon-time. Stephen, aye I liked him, a lot. He'd arrived at the front-door just as the heavily laden grey clouds had decided to unleash a torrent above our heads.
And, he stood there his thick, black hood pulled over is head, the cowl covering much of his face. And, for a whole millisecond I'd been fearful, more of the image I guess.
I'd half-opened the door with just my head and shoulders sticking out, as I had stood there, a robe over my outfit and, to be honest, the black hold-ups would be somewhat of a giveaway
"Yes," I'd answered, kind of nervous.
I always' am nervous, no matter how many of them I satisfy, I'm always nervous, when we first meet.
And, as he stood there beneath the eaves, the young fellow realised he wasn't getting wet and pushed back that hood and the shadows were gone as light from the hall fell on him and showed me a beautiful young man.
And yeah, I know I said `beautiful back there, but Stephen is, beautiful that is. I mean, as he'd stood there, more than a little soaked, I'd looked into those electric blue eyes of his, just before he spoke, in a slightly quaky voice: "I phoned earlier."
I know," I'd answered still not inviting him in, I had something to ask: "I just want to know if you're willing to go along with my one requirement?"
"I wasn't told about this.." he said, his woods slurring all into one another and, looking side to side, as if waiting for the inevitable piano, to fall on his head.
"Hey c'mon," I'd cajoled, "it's not like I'm asking much!"
He knew when he called round what I'd be willing to do for him when he called round. With that knowledge assured him of a good-time. Even so, I'd decided I'd wanted something for me, as I was used and abused by a teen Master. And, I really do like having my nipples being played with. So why not stimulate it as part of the deal?
"And besides," I had added in a quieter voice, "I get real subby when you do it for me." And, I know it was a hell of a build up, to a simple request. But I had wanted to see what his response would be to my question and I was real curious.
"Go on," he said flatly, "I'll give in. As long as it's not too weird, I'll do it."
"Well come on in then, it's raining out there..." I told him.
Now my folks would only be about an hour, so that's how long he had to be my Master, if that's what he wanted; or, just fuck me, if that's all he wanted.
He'd stepped into the small hallway and I'd closed the door behind him. And, the young man had pulled away I'd noticed, as I'd brushed passed him.
"Do you want to go through to my room and get naked and I'll bring you a coffee, or tea through...?" I queried, my mouth just inches from his ear.
"Yes, cool. Tea, one sugar," he'd answered.
"Okay, go through the front room," I had told him, "and it's the first on the right."
I'd made him his tea and myself a coffee, and then taken them through to my room, where the teen was already sitting naked on my bed, knees drawn to his chest, which he'd wrapped his hands round. His clothes had been strewn on the floor.
He had been shaking and looked even smaller than he was: but it was the look of lust in his eyes that caught mine, they'd been fixed on my nylon clad legs.
So, looking him straight in the eyes, I'd asked him, "Do you want to see the rest."
He'd nodded and smiling, I'd slowly undone the belt around my robe.
Within seconds I stood before young Stephen in my shirt, or blouse, my butt-hugging short, pleated plaid skirt and the hold-ups that ended just above the skirts hem, above which I wore my white satin feel panties reversed, so that my genitals were hugged to perfection.
"You turn round," Stephen had instructed, "I want you to turn round."
With a smile, I'd done as he told me.
I'd stood there and turned round slowly and when I'd been facing the wardrobe, I slid my up my thighs, to the hem of my skirt.
Then I'd lifted the hem, to show him my buttocks, covered in white satin feel panties reversed, so that my genitals were hugged to perfection.
Then as I'd bent forward a little at the waist, I looked over my shoulder.
He was sitting there bug-eyed: and, I realised there and then, it wasn't my delightful pussy ass he was looking at, but my hard cock and balls, between my legs.
So I stood upright and turned around, then lifted my skirt.
"You like what you see, don't you?" I asked.
And, watchin the young-un lick his top lip had been the answer I'd been looking for, so I stepped forward, so he could appreciate my panty-clad erection, a little more.
"Stroke it, if you want," I offered. "Hell, if you want, next time you could dress up. If you want, that is..."
And, I watched him gulp, dry-mouthed, as he reached out with a shaky right hand.
"Can I?" He asked, hesitantly.
"Sure," I had responded, with a smile.
And I'd stood there passively, as he leant forward and caressed my erection, staring straight at it, all the while.
It was apparent my cock held his fascination and maybe, just maybe, John had known what he'd been doing when he'd sent this one round to me.
"Take them down for me honey," I suggested, looking down at him, as he looked up at me with wide eyes, his fingers tracing out my arousal.
He had looked at me, as if to say `can I?'
So in answer, I'd just nodded.
And, I'd run my hands through his hair, as he grasped the elastic at the hips, then eased the panties down, so that my erection bopped into life, before his eyes.
Then, as he'd sat and looked at it, I'd smiled, watching him lick his lips again.
"You can lick it, if you want to..." I'd told him, still smiling.
Instead, his hands had found his knees and for a moment, it looked like he'd weep. "You won't tell anyone, will you?"
"Heck no," I'd assured him, "remember, I'm John's escort, for his mates. I'm hardly likely to say anything, now am I?"
Ever since young John had taken me as his escort, I'd been more-than-willing, to satisfy anyone he sent round: satisfying them, however they'd want.
Obviously this one, the youngest so far, wanted something different from his friends. And, being a natural switch, I'd been more-than-happy to learn of his needs.
I'd stepped forward a little, my hands behind his head, pulling his face to me, to my erection, already dripping with pre-cum, which I'd wanted to see him taste.
An, he'd opened his mouth, with his eyes closed: then allowed me, to fill his mouth.
And boy, did he use his tongue well, grasping my hips and trying to get me all-in-one, until the head kinda found the back of his mouth and he gagged.
Even then, as he coughed, young Stephen tried to keep me in, as he drooled around my flesh that filled him up: his wide eyes looking at me as I caressed his cheek.
He'd been revelling in what I'd assumed what his first cock; until he drew it from his lips to beg, "Fuck me, please?"
Now that had been a surprise, but a pleasant one.
"You want it, do you?" I'd asked unnecessarily, as he'd slid to his knees, his hands on my thighs, as he pressed his face to my cock; and, I grasped hold of the back of his head and pulled him in tight.
"You want cock honey," I'd begun, "you can have it." An letting go of his head, I hiked my skirt up again and ticked the hem into the waistband at the sides.
"Get your pants off and get bent over the bed..." I'd instructed.
And with a speed that surprised me, young Stephen had done as I'd wanted, as the big hand on the clock neared twenty-two: we only had twenty minutes left, that was guaranteed.
"So get them off," I told him, as he'd knelt at the side of the bed.
An I'd watched him do as bid, as I wriggled out of my panties, getting anxious to find out whether his arse was virgin, or not.
"Please," he stammered out, "don't tell. Please, don't tell."
"Honey, no way José," I told young Stephen, as I'd knelt behind him and between his legs, running my hands over his smooth butt-cheeks, that had been kinda quaking, as he trembled with nerves.
And with lube on my fingers, I opened him up, surprised as to how easy it was to ease two fingers inside him, widening his passage, ready for my entry.
"I practice doin that, with things..." he'd told me, maybe sensing that I'd questioned how easy it was to enter his pussy-ass.
"Good," I'd whisped into his ear, as I'd leant over his back; "It'll make my entry all the easier, for us both."
I'd kissed the left side of his neck and momentarily suckled on his earlobe.
"Won't it?" I'd added, sliding those two fingers slowly in and out of him and getting the lad to groan, as if with pleasure and pain.
I'd liked that sound.
But, I'd so-liked the groan he'd made, as I'd held his hips and entered him even more. The lad might've been virgin-pussy ass, but boy had he known what he liked.
An soon that lad had been grinding his ass against me, as I held his bony hips and drove deeper into him, thrusting hard and lovin it.
I didn't fuck often: usually I was the bottom, but young Stephen had been good. An, as I sit here and write about him, I can't help but grin, as I recall how I'd cum all over his face just shortly before he had to go, as my folks were due back.
He'd stood, his own little thing needing satisfaction, as I'd whacked his butt, with my right hand then told him with a smile, "I do hope you cum, again."
And then as I'd seen out the front door and back into the rain, I had wondered who I'd find on my doorstep the next time...