Friends With Benefits
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Roma was riding home on a train from Edinburgh at 4.30pm, after a wonderful weekend fucking her new lover Peter. She was now emotionally free of her boring husband, but still needed to maintain formalities. She had not thought of moving out, splitting, or any of that. She had just had two affairs which had made her demanding, fulfilled and multiorgasmic. She knew her life needed subterfuge from now on.
After her humiliation with the school Head, being caught blowing him in the woods by a pervy sixth former, Roma knew she needed a new job. Forget the teenager, she could not go to that school and relive fucking the headmaster in her mind day after day. Peter was now her lover, but what could she do? She was sure the Head would find a way to stop her from working in other schools nearby.
She decided to talk with Peter about it, next time they met.
Meeting Peter again was hard, he worked in Edinburgh which made midweek trysts impossible. She needed a shopping trip or a Friday night show as an excuse to stay over in the capital. Once a fortnight if she was lucky, more likely once a month.
When they finally arranged it, she was to meet him at the station at 6pm on a Friday and return home 4pm Saturday.
After taking overnight bags to the hotel, they were eating out, just to be sure the chemistry was still there. Very quickly, it became apparent that it was. Roma had wet panties before they finished starters and Peter took her hand and placed it on his rock hard cock before the dessert. She knew her pent-up passion needed complete satisfaction: she wanted a long night of hot sex, and she wanted it to start soon.
After paying, Roma shocked herself by taking Peter by the hand, leading him to a dark alley, pulling him to her before saying fiercely: 'Finger me right here Peter!' She could not believe how horny she was, how shameless she was, how public her need for climax was. In four weeks she had changed from a demure little sub into a demanding horny slut. And four weeks without a cock inside her meant the volcano was ready to explode.
Peter, shocked by his lover's demands, took her hair in one hand, his other fingers filled her pussy, and as his fingers worked her, he pulled her hair and whispered in her ear: 'Well when did my naughty little cheating wife become a dirty slutty cunt then?' The words made Roma moan 'Oh god, Peter, I need you so bad, make me cum right here!'
The fingers inside her soon found themselves gripped by a wild, demanding pussy and when Roma felt her g-spot being pressed, all semblance of control was gone. She moaned, she shook, she squirted, she wailed. Luckily no-one else was nearby as she had just had about as public an orgasm as you could have without being arrested.
Peter realised his lover of four weeks ago was no more, she was now a demanding, horny nymphomaniac who might want more sex than he could give her. Be that as it may, this evening she was his and his cock was going to take full advantage. As she had cum while being a brazen slut in a back street, he was going to find some bushes where she was going to satisfy him.
Roma loved the determined way Peter took her by the hand and led her on. She felt sure he was going to demand satisfaction somewhere public, challenging her to be a brazen whore by satisfying him. Her pussy became wet again, she teased him by pinching his arse and got a well deserved playful spank in return.
Soon she was leaning against a tree protected from view by sprawling bushes. Her panties were pulled down, her breasts were revealed, and a demanding cock was pressing against her pussy lips. 'You better let me fuck you hard, you dirty little cunt...' was Peter's riposte to her earlier slutty display as his cock pressed straight inside her.
'Fill my dirty cunt with cum, big man!' was Roma's joyful but delirious response. As Peter pinched her nipples, Roma starting moaning again. Peter had a knack for just knowing when to press which buttons. Roma knew she was going to cum again soon and she wanted Peter to fill her with cum when she did.
The disgusting thought of walking to the hotel with cum dripping into her panties, maybe running down her leg, along with Peter saying 'Take this load up your slutty cum-dump, whore!' drove Roma into a deep convulsion, shaking and gripping Peter's cock as it emptied an enormous load inside her.
When Peter said demandingly 'Suck it clean, whore!' and she did, she felt a wave of exhilaration roar through her being. She felt truly sexually adult, emancipated and content. When she pulled her panties up, feeling cum dribble out of her slutty cunt, she told Peter to take her to the hotel and finish what he had started.
Peter felt it had been the most fierce, animalistic fuck of his life. Gone was gentle romance, gone was thoughtful, extended foreplay. Roma had needed immediate sex, immediate satisfaction and was game enough to give the same in return. Peter knew that fuck in the bushes would be the most sexually pure experience of his life. Now it was time for some games, some role play. He still had a big hard-on for Roma.
In the hotel lift, Roma took Peter's hand, placed it on her thigh and said 'Your cum's dribbling down my leg!' Peter fingered her mouth, and her desire to suck was frightening. Roma could not believe how oral she suddenly was. When the lift bell rang, Peter squeezed both her breasts, led her firmly by the hand and fondled her again outside the room door.
Roma felt wild, unbelievably slutty, and absolutely ready for sex in the shower. 'Fuck me in the shower, babe!' she whispered as she squeezed his balls, to teach Peter that two could play at corridor hijinx.
Peter pushed her into the room, immediately spanked her twice and then said 'Strip, whore, before I rip your clothes off!'
Roma loved the orders, then pressed her soiled panties against Peter's nose, saying 'Your cum from my pussy, hunter!'
Peter spanked her bare arse, ordered her to switch the shower on and waited while she washed her cunt clean before walking into the wet room. 'Kneel whore!' he growled, before taking Roma by the hair, rocking her head over his cock, holding her hair in a bunch, using her like a whore. Roma was where she wanted to be, a cock finally growing in her mouth, kneeling before a man treating her like a whore.
When Peter was rock hard, she stood up, kept rubbing his cock with a confident hand, then whispered 'Fuck this whore's ass, Peter!' When she leaned over against the wall, legs spread wide, her ass was spanked, then a demanding, bulging penis head forced its way about half an inch in, and no further, taunting Roma by making her wait.
As she moaned 'fuck me, Peter, be a man!' Peter rammed his cock inside her, and even Roma had to admit she felt bloated. Her asshole was tight, Peter's cock was thick, and she needed time to adjust. But such was her desire and lust, that her asshole muscles relaxed, and she was brazenly fucked by a man given freedom to be a man.
When he started pinching her nipples really tight, Roma began to rub her clit desperately. She was ready to cum again, desperate for an asshole full of cum, wanting to scream 'I am a whore!' at the top of her voice.
When Peter growled 'What are you Roma?' she could not help herself. Her scream was heartfelt, sincere and utterly arousing.
When she screamed 'fill this whore's ass with cum, hun!', Peter realised that he was now a fantasy client of a fantasy hooker. It made him angry, so he did fill her up, spanking her ass as he did and feeling her cum again, moaning and shaking as she did.
When he pulled out, he gave his whore orders to clean his cock thoroughly, to soap it, to wrap it in flannel. She did such a good job his cock was already becoming aroused again.
But then he switched the shower off, dried his wild lover thoroughly then carried her in his arms to bed. He could tell she still needed more sex, but now she was ready for some gentle, sensual arousal, ready maybe for some cowgirl and 69. He wanted her to sleep after emptying herself, swallowing his cum and feeling ready to be wrapped in her lover's arms. He wanted her sleep to be deep, long and restful. She had had too much unfulfilled tension inside her for a few weeks, he wanted her to leave tomorrow after the best sleep in a month.
Roma felt truly wanted as she lay on top of Peter. Her arms around his head, her eyes looking in his, her legs straddling his cock and his balls. As he stroked her hair, she started kissing him gently, feeling his hands stroke her hair, then her back, then her ass cheeks. A feeling of warmth, gentleness, and trust was slowly enveloping her. Peter had filled her pussy, he had filled her ass, she wanted him to fill her mouth. She hoped he wanted to eat her out too.
As Roma's arousal gently proceeded, her hand found Peter's balls, and she started fondling them. She felt how his cock grew while playing with his balls, then she heard him moan 'finger my ass, Roma.' Roma had never done that to a man, but when she entered him, he said 'press down Roma,' and when she did, his cock immediately became erect. Roma felt blessed to have discovered another tool of male arousal with her dear friend.
Roma gently mounted Peter's cock and started to ride him imperceptibly. She was loving this gentle journey, wondering where it might end. When Peter smiled and said 'mount my face, suck my cock,' Roma knew she was understood, given what she longed for without asking.
The next minutes were the gentlest, sweetest, most joyful moments of Roma's sex life to date. A tongue gently bringing her to a pitch of sensual arousal, a cock magically filling her mouth and throat and all without effort, aggression, haste or dominance.
When Roma squirted, it was a magical gentle release lasting half a minute, totally unlike the powerful squirts on the street earlier. The hands on her head pressing down as cum filled her mouth made her feel controlled, protected, with a man.
She slept like an infant, from 10.30 to 6.30, waking to a feeling of joyful togetherness. Her breasts were on a man's chest. Her head on his shoulders. One leg intertwined with his. They spent the next six hours like lovers. And when Roma mentioned needing to leave her job, Peter said 'Do it. Something will turn up. A happy Roma is an employable Roma.'
Roma gave in her notice, and twice more she and Peter spent a Friday night in bed. Not perhaps as wild, but Peter became more assertive, more demanding, more in control. Roma felt a complete woman sexually, not yet sated, not yet having completed all exploration, but utterly content in her body, her desires, her lust and her choice of lover.
But the elephant in the room was simple: Roma needed to give her husband money each month, and in four weeks time, none would be coming in.
The odd idea came to Roma that as Peter had enjoyed fucking her like a whore that first night in the hotel, maybe others would too. For sure, she had not found any other options, so after Peter had emptied his balls the third Friday evening, she said: 'Peter, I was wondering if you would pimp me out to earn me money to give my husband? Otherwise, we may have to stop being lovers...'
Peter was silent for a moment then said: 'You want ME to organise YOU being a hooker?'
Roma's head fell, feeling beaten and defeated.
'OK! But for me, this is strictly business. If we do it, we are a team. If we do it, I am your boss. If we do it, I look after the money. And if we do it, I fuck you for free like a client every so often to make sure you are a great ESCORT. Escorts are middle-class professionals, hookers struggle to survive. You have the body for it, the appetite for it, do you have the heart for it? Because this is a business which can damage your emotions if you get it wrong....'
Roma hugged and kissed Peter gratefully and said: 'Can we go out now to a bar, and you offer me to some randy guy to come back here for an hour? Just to see how I feel about it?'
'Jeez, you don't hang about! OK, dress sharp but show your tits, that is what will get them buying. If you enjoy it, then we talk terms for how to divvy up the income. This time, £200 for an hour, we spend the money tomorrow on lingerie, perfume, and makeup.'
In a bar, Roma pointed out four guys she fancied to Peter. They agreed on an order of play and an opening line of 'Fancy an hour with a real pro?' Short and sweet, unlike Roma's melons, which were round and full.
When the second prospect said 'subject to pricing being satisfactory,' the three of them stepped outside and quickly concluded on £200 an hour, including OWO, anal and Come On Face if desired.
Roma kept quiet about never having had a man cum on her face. She needed the business, and this was the trial run. Peter took credentials and ID details, telling the first punter it would be handed back to him upon peaceful conclusion of business. Roma was shocked by how quickly Peter grasped simple safety procedures but thought he had the potential to be a fine pimp. Peter would be downstairs in the bar, a text message away. Now it was up to her.
Luckily Roma was a natural flirt, and she found the guy physically attractive. She reckoned if he was a gentleman she would get wet and moan genuinely for him. When he stroked her on her hair in the lift, she actually enjoyed it, saying 'More of that big man!' But once in the room, Roma knew it was time for business.
Roma put on some music and danced a sexy striptease routine. She could relax into the music, she knew her body was hot, and she encouraged her punter to touch her as she shimmied close to him. When she was down to undies and heels, she straddled him, said 'let's get you as God intended you big boy!' and took off his tie, his shirt, his shoes, his socks. Then she kneeled in front of him, got him naked and found a big seven-inch cock in front of her. Roma knew she could suck this cock, be aroused by sucking it, swallow the cum emerging from it. She loved sucking cock, she knew men loved her sucking their cocks, this one would be no different.
When the man slapped her face with his hard rod, she was shocked, but not afraid. It was just willy waggling, nothing sinister. She was shocked when he thrust deep into her throat, pressing her head forward to take him so deeply. She relaxed, accepted she was a whore and this is what whores did. It was a bit like losing her virginity, she would soon be comfortable and enjoying it. And in fact, she did.
When she took his cock between her tits and started tit fucking him, he let out a great groan of pleasure, so much so she wondered if he would cum everywhere there and then. But no, she teased him by releasing him, then fucking him again, then releasing him then fucking him yet again.
When she squeezed his balls gently and started slowly rubbing his foreskin, she knew his explosion would be massive, and she knew, right then, she had a chance for a mega satisfied first client. She threw him on the bed so his cum would not stain the carpet, then her hands worked his cock, bringing him close three times, backing off, then saying 'Spray your load everywhere big boy! Cum for Roma, show her the biggest fucking load of cum in Edinburgh!'
When the cum came, it sprayed everywhere. Six feet in the air for the first three spurts, four feet the next three. Roma had given this stranger the cum of his life, and he still had forty minutes to enjoy more.
Roma knew then she could be a successful hooker, she had a natural talent for cum production. Maybe others would be more demanding, but this one was going to be a breeze.
'Time for a shower, big boy, then Roma wants to ride that big cock of yours!'
In the shower, she washed the cum off him, let him massage her melons, then said: 'Roma has a wet pussy big boy! Time to fill her slutty cunt with cock and cum!'
After drying him down, she straddled him, wanked his cock back to tumescence and then mounted him happily, feeling him fill her just the way she loved it. She created a feeling of arousal without aggression, riding him steadily, gently and rhythmically then cooing 'bite my nipples, big boy!' as she dangled them over his mouth.
When he bit them, Roma was hugely aroused, again amazed by how wet biting made her. Soon, she was riding more aggressively, but still taunting, teasing, not letting him cum. When she was ready, she said 'fuck me like a wild bull big boy!' and hands clasped her hips, a cock thrust wildly up and down and she cooed 'Come on big boy, fill my slutty cunt with cum! Show Roma that big boy has great balls of fire!' When he spanked her ass for her taunting, Roma spilled over into whore talk: 'fuck that cunt hard, fill your whore with all that seed, give your slutty cunt the filling her taunting deserves!'
Roma took a second enormous load of cum, this time up her cunt. There was less than the first time, but more than most would manage up front. She came happily, not cataclysmically, but a genuine pleasurable release. She collapsed on her punter, slipped his cock out, then straddled his face saying: 'eat your cum out of my cunt!'
Roma did not realise what a big risk that was. Luckily, her client loved it, told her he was going to finish her off fucking her doggy and spanking her ass. He was as good as his word, except he said 'I'm gonna cum all over your slutty face!' and did, holding Roma tight by the hair as he sprayed her.
In the shower finishing the hour, Roma said: 'I really enjoyed that, you have a great cock!'
'And you can wank a mans cock like no one I have ever known! I want your pimp to give me his details, I may have some more work for you.'
Downstairs, client details were exchanged, and Peter came beaming to Roma saying: 'he gave me a £100 bonus because you were so good!' The beam on Roma's face was huge.
The next morning, Roma woke in Peter's arms, knowing they needed to talk business. But before breakfast, Peter said: 'after expenses, I get 30%, we pay you what your husband expects and invest the rest for you. Clothes, sex toys, rooms, medicals, travel, all that stuff is expenses. We invest in professional gear, minimise waste. I want expenses at 30% or less of earnings. Deal?'
'Sounds good Peter, how do we ensure you don't rip me off?'
'All investments in your name, I can do nothing without you agreeing. By my fee being after expenses, I want them low like you do. But most of all, a happy whore is a high performing whore. You might just be my ticket to prosperity Roma. I want that to be both of us.'
'OK, Peter. How do we generate business?'
'Well to begin with, like last night. Then hope for bigger paydays from satisfied clients. I reckon you might get £1500 from last night soon.'
Roma realised that her life as a lab technician was ending and her life as a pimped whore was about to begin.
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