The Escort 7 The House of Illusions
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As the days passed and the time for my assignation with Mr Harris drew nearer, I found myself wondering more and more about this strange man. He was not at all attractive, quite unattractive in fact; he was overweight, he was shabby. Some men grow old with dignity and gain a patina of sophistication and experience that can be most alluring; he was simply old, in the untidy way of someone who has let himself go.
And yet he somehow commanded my attention; partly because I was curious as to how he could afford to use e(s)corts so often (he had given no inkling of having private wealth or a well-paying job); partly because I wanted to find out so much more about his relationship with Holly, who may or may not have been his daughter; and partly because his main source of sexual gratification appeared to be watching others, which to my way of thinking meant he could have saved himself a whole lot of money simply by getting stuck into porn videos. This all added up to a mystery that seemed greater than the sum of its parts, a mystery that I felt compelled to penetrate.
My developing obsession with Mr Harris was clearly not healthy for someone in my line of work; Rosie, my Madame, had warned me not to delve too deeply into a client's private life. They pay for our services, we fulfil their fantasies, and there it should end. I was in danger of becoming too personally involved, I know that. No matter, I am confident that I can handle myself well enough not to get too drawn in; I'm young and eager to learn about the ways of the world. What's wrong with that?
Saturday evening finally came, and at ten o'clock I arrived by taxi at the address Rosie had given me. Mr Harris lives in Portobello in one of the large detached houses on the sea front. This is an area that had once been prosperous and thriving, but was now run-down and a little seedy; the splendour of the old merchants' houses and the grand hotels had been lost as fashions had changed and it was no longer a favoured place for holidays. I stood on the doorstep of this imposing house and could feel the wind of desolation sweep past; I shivered, not with cold but with something more like apprehension.
I rang the doorbell but there was no reply; in fact the windows were all shuttered up and there was no sign of life anywhere so far as I could tell. I had been prepared for this, however, and on turning the door-knob found that I could just walk straight in. I entered a dim vestibule area, more like a corridor, with four or five doors leading off it. There were two shaded lamps casting a suppressed glow over dark furnishings and wall-hanging tapestries; I felt as if I'd stepped into my grandmother's old house.
As my eyes grew used to the dim light, I noticed that on a small table near one of the doors there was a silver plate with a card on it. I picked the card up and read: “Welcome to my home, Evelyn. Please take a seat in this room, make yourself comfortable and someone will be with you shortly. Yours, Mr Harris.”
I shrugged my shoulders. Whatever game he was playing, I was happy to go along with it; in fact, I was almost starting to enjoy myself. I went into the room indicated by the card and again found a dimly lit space with plush furnishings. On one wall there was a very large mirror extending almost from floor to ceiling, while on the wall next to it a large screen was showing a pornographic film, the sound very muted. Most of the light in the room actually came from this screen, and as I got used to it I almost felt like I was being bathed in warm milk; it was not at all unpleasant.
I helped myself to a drink from the decanter next to the only sofa in the room and sat down to await developments. Having not much else to do, I paid closer attention to the film; I don't watch a lot of porn myself, finding it generally too artificial and detached for my tastes. This film, however, was a little out of the ordinary, for me at any rate; it had an amateurish feel about it and showed four or five couples screwing each other in someone's living room. From time to time the couples would swap partners; they certainly all seemed to be enjoying themselves and the fact that they were so clearly ordinary couples gave it a certain raunchiness that I miss in professional porn.
I was so engrossed in watching the film that I didn't hear anyone enter the room, but so my surprise I suddenly heard a familiar voice.
“Enjoying the film, Evelyn?”
“Holly! How good to see you. I wasn't expecting you.”
“Well here I am. And I'm very glad to meet you again. Stand up and let me get a good look at you.”
As I stood, Holly came up to me and took both my hands in hers, casting appraising glances up and down my body.
“Don't you look the part?” she said. “I like the thigh-high leather boots and the mini-skirt – very sexy. Come here, I need to feel you and kiss you.”
We stood there and french-kissed, getting to know each others' taste all over again. She broke off and turned me round so that we were both facing the mirror; her hands reached round and cupped my breasts as she kissed and nibbled on my ears and neck. One by one she undid the buttons on my blouse, revealing the black leather bra I'd decided to wear; it had small zips over the nipples, inviting exploring hands to go a little further. Holly needed no further encouragement and, still from behind, unzipped first one bra cup then the other, exposing my nipples which by now were hard and stiff; she tweaked the nipples between her forefingers and thumbs, making them stand out even further.
It not only felt good, having her hands on my tits like this, but it looked good as well; seeing myself being played with in the mirror was making me wet between the legs. Holly must have sensed this, because she unzipped my skirt, letting it pool at my feet, to reveal the skimpy leather thong I'd put on to match the bra. In my stockings and high heels, all in black, I couldn't help but admire myself as I stared at my reflection and felt Holly's hands working first over my tits, then reaching down to let her fingers slide under my thong.
“Mmmm, you're so wet, Evelyn, such a horny young girl,” she said, and after coating her finger with my pussy juices, tasted it with obvious relish. “Just as I remember,” she said. “So sweet and delicious. Now sit on my face.”
She lay down on the floor between my legs, and I knelt down so that I could lower my pussy onto her waiting lips and tongue. I pulled my panties to one side so that her tongue could more easily find my wet slit. I was more aroused than I'd thought, as the first touch of her tongue on my pussy was electric, sending shivers through my whole body. I didn't know whether to look down at her as she lapped the juices from my cunt, or to watch our image reflected in the mirror; I'd never really seen myself like this before except in photographs, and it was turning me on no end to see myself almost as if in a film. And as I turned my head to the screen on the other wall, images of girls sucking each other had replaced the previous couples; the whole room was filled with lesbian love, Holly eating me out as I watched in the mirror and then glimpsed the film of girls doing similar things. I moved from one image to the next and found something raw and exciting in each of them. Eventually, I had to cum, though, and in one huge shudder I looked down and came all over Holly's sweet lips and tongue. It was the nearest I've come to squirting, and all my cum gushed out in a river. I couldn't resist and simply had to taste it, so I lay by Holly's side and kissed her, licking my juice off her lips and tongue.
She was still fully clothed, but not for long. I quickly stripped her of her flimsy dress and inserted first one, then two fingers inside her cunt, which was almost as wet as mine. I kissed her and kneaded her tits with one hand, while with the other I penetrated her and started finger-fucking her. She, however, wanted more than that and, taking my hand in hers, pulled it into her pussy deeper and deeper. I had four fingers inside her now, but she clearly wanted more; turning my whole attention to her demanding pussy, I managed to squeeze my whole hand into her slit, and still she wanted more, pulling me inside. I was soon buried wrist-deep inside her cunt, something I'd never done before, and she was writhing with pleasure as I pushed in and out. I fisted my hot girl until she came all over my hand; when I took it out it was shiny with her pussy-juice and and there was plenty to lick off. She wanted some too, and let her tongue run over my fingers to lap up her sweet honey.
We lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, sticky and wet and still thrilling from our orgasms. The film had stopped by now and it felt like we were all alone again.
Soon, however, she reminded me that Mr Harris had brought me here for a reason and she asked me to get dressed again. Once I'd rearranged myself and was looking sexily presentable again, Holly took something out of her bag.
“Evelyn, would you mind wearing this?”
It was a leather dog-collar with silver studs. “No, of course not. Let's put it on and see.”
It really added to the leather look, and we both admired myself in the mirror.
“And one small accessory,” she continued, taking out a silver chain and attaching it to the collar. “There, that's perfect. Now you're my little pet and I can lead you to the next room.”
For some reason, in spite of having just cum, this was turning me on again. It felt good to be led like a pet, to be treated as a plaything who was there to do her mistress's bidding.
“Time to go to the main event,” Holly said, leading me from the room by the collar and chain.
She took me to the adjacent room, and as she led me in I gasped at what I could see. There were half a dozen men in there, of a variety of ages, all dressed in suits sitting round the sides of the room. In the middle of the room was a satin-covered bed and on two opposite walls were curtains that could be drawn open and closed by silk-tasselled cords. To one side, dressed in a conventional dinner-jacket and black bow-tie, stood Mr Harris, his hair now carefully groomed so that he looked quite different from the shabby individual I'd met before.
In the corner of the room was a bin full of crumpled tissues; only then did I notice the unmistakeable aroma of fresh semen which permeated the room. Some people had obviously been busy already.
“Do come in, Evelyn,” Mr Harris said, taking my hand and kissing it like a real gentleman. “I hope you don't mind our little charade. Holly is here to exhibit you to these gentlemen, and I thought it would be good to do it this way. They are all very interested in you, you have given them quite a show already.”
“What do you mean?” I said.
Moving to one of the sets of curtains, Mr Harris pulled the cord to open them, revealing a large mirror through which I could clearly see the room I'd just been in. So that was it; I might have known. They had been watching the whole time and I'd had no idea; this would certainly explain the tissues and the smell of fresh cum. I was not going to be put out by this, however, and stayed super-cool.
“I'm glad you enjoyed the show,” I said. “I hope things can get even better now.”
“Oh, I'm sure they will,” he said. “I'll draw these curtains now. But tell me, did you like watching yourself in the mirror?”
“I did, actually, it adds a whole new dimension to the experience.”
“That's good, because I'd like to open these other curtains so that we can all be reflected in this mirror.” And walking to the other wall, he drew the curtains to reveal an identical mirror to the one in the other room. It made the room feel larger, of course, even though it was a large room already, and I must admit the idea of seeing myself in action again was a huge turn-on.
“Now, then,” Mr Harris said. “Let's begin. Holly is going to lead you round so that the gentlemen can get a closer look at you. Most of them are here to watch, but one of them is going to get to fuck you in front of all of us. Who exactly the lucky man is depends on who bids the most for the privilege. I should add that these are important men, perhaps you recognise one or two; for that reason, they are willing to buy your discretion. Are you ready?”
Well, this was something I certainly hadn't expected, but I was more than happy to take part in this strange little game. The idea of being fucked by a stranger in front of a group of strangers was really getting my juices flowing.
Holly gestured that I should kneel down, and then, taking the chain, she led me round the room like a cat or other tamed pet. The men, all still dressed, looked and touched, stroking me as I passed, not inappropriately, more appreciatively. As I said, they were of all ages, the youngest no more than a couple of years older than me, the oldest the other side of sixty, all of them clearly men of influence or money or power, or perhaps all three; it exuded from them.
Once I'd been led round the room a couple of times, Holly pulled the chain and led me onto the bed. At this point, she started undressing me, leaving me in my bra and panties, boots and stockings, and of course the collar and chain. The men had already seen me naked through the mirror, but I guess seeing me in the flesh like this was another turn-on; judging from the bulges in their trousers I had succeeded in getting them interested.
Mr Harris now started the auction. “Very well, gentlemen, who will start the bidding? Who is willing to pay the price to fuck our delicious young Asian girl? How much is she worth? Young, hardly touched – who will start with £100?”
Had I been a regular prostitute in a brothel, I'm sure there would have been an upper limit on how much anyone was prepared to pay; but in this situation, there was undoubtedly a premium attached, and very quickly the offers rose to £500. When the bidding appeared to have stalled, Mr Harris intervened again and asked me to remove my bra and panties and to start playing with myself.
“See, gentleman, her lovely tight pussy, ready for a hard white cock. Oh, she's turned on waiting for you, look at that juicy cunt. Such a tight, hot body, skilled in the oriental arts of pleasing her man, an exciting fuck for any man. Look at how she loves fingering herself; if you're not quick she'll make herself cum, and then it will be all over.”
He was not wrong; masturbating while the guys watched was proving to be a big turn-on for me. And for them too, as the bids went higher until eventually I was sold to a middle-aged man for £950.
I beckoned to the winner to come onto the bed with me. While the others watched, breathing harder and creating a sultry atmosphere in the room, I undressed him and started rubbing his cock, which was already fully erect. Holly undid the chain and withdrew to one side, leaving the collar round my neck. As I lay on the bed kissing and stroking my new master, the others took out their cocks and started wanking as they watched. I felt totally in control, having six or seven men desiring me, lusting for me, wishing they could be the lucky man who even now was aroused beyond measure.
After a short time, I got on all fours and took his cock into my mouth. Making sure they could all see, I sucked the swollen head of his cock and then ran my tongue up and down this shaft, caressing his balls in one hand as I did so. Looking in the mirror I also had a perfect view of myself sucking his dick, and reaching back with one hand I started rubbing my pussy. My exaggerated movements showed off my body to its full advantage, and the groans I gave were hardly make-believe at all.
I figured that my audience would like to see me ride this cock before he came, so I straddled him in a reverse cowgirl position, and started moving up and down. His cock penetrated deep inside me this way, and as I faced the audience with his cock inside me, I first fingered my nipples and then rubbed my clit as we fucked. The guys were wanking faster and faster and getting nearer to climaxing. My own guy was also pretty near coming, and flipping me on my back he fucked me from on top, looking in the mirror as he did so. Suddenly, with a great roar, he came inside me, releasing what felt like a river of cum. I felt my cunt fill with his hot spunk and I squeezed the walls of my pussy to extract every last drop. I let him stay inside me for a while, then detaching myself I knelt down to suck his cock dry of my juices and his cum.
At this point, Holly came on to the bed and turned me on my back. “Gentlemen,” she said, “you may now cum all over Evelyn”
That was unexpected. But so what? It felt right. The five other men and Mr Harris stood around the bed, their trousers and underpants down by their ankles, their cocks in their hands, all wanking furiously over my body. I reached out and took two of them in my hands and stroked them, then, deciding they all deserved a bit of a treat, I took turns in sucking off the others. I think being on view like this in front of other men, they probably took longer to cum than they would have by themselves, but after receiving the expert attention of my hot little mouth and my slender fingers they soon came one after the other. Two of them came over my tits, while the others splashed my face with their hot cum; I've honestly never had so much cum on me, and I licked as much of it off as I could, letting them see my mouth sticky with spunk as I swallowed it.
The last to cum was Mr Harris himself, who came over my stocking tops and bare thighs in a huge load. I ran my fingers through his thick cum, sliding it over my pussy before taking it in my mouth as they all watched. At last I had got to taste him.
“Thank you, Evelyn,” he said when he'd recovered a bit of composure. “That was very, very hot. Holly here will take you out so that you can freshen up. I'm sure the gentlemen will show their appreciation by giving you a tip as you leave.”
And that was indeed what happened. Holly led me from the room in my collar and chain; I'd managed to drink up a lot of the cum, but my body was still sticky and glistening all over from it. As she led me past each of the guys, they fished out handfuls of notes and handed them to me. It seemed like a huge amount of cash, and I found out later that it was, more than I'd earn in twenty regular assignments.
Once outside, Holly took me to yet another room, where there was one last surprise. Inside were five women in various states of undress, a few dildos and other toys s**ttered on the floor and again the unmistakeable aroma of recent sex. I thought I was beyond surprises, but this was something else. The women all applauded as Holly led me in.
“Don't look so shocked, Evelyn,” she said. “These are the wives and girlfriends of the men in the other room. And they've been watching everything, see.” It was hard to miss the huge mirror that looked into the previous room. So that's what it was for. “And the wonderful thing is that the guys have no idea their women are here. But the girls do get turned on by watching, just as much as their men do.”
This also explained how Mr Harris could afford his e(s)cort activity. Apparently he charged the men for private sex shows like the one I'd just given, but he also charged the women to come and watch. A very lucrative little earner, I'm sure.
I left the house that evening, or early the next morning to be exact, very much richer in more ways than one. Before I left, Holly handed over half the auction money before explaining how Mr Harris organised these little shows.
“And,” she added, “you remember the films that were playing in the first room? They were actually taken here; the participants agreed to be filmed provided the film remained private. Which of course it does.”
“You don't mean I was filmed tonight, do you?” I gasped, a little worried.
“No,” she laughed. “It would have had to be with your permission; we're very scrupulous about such things: our reputation depends on it. Now, would you like me to come home with you?”
“You know I would, sweetheart.”
And so I took Holly to my bed, where I got to know her a whole lot better. But that's another story.
And yet he somehow commanded my attention; partly because I was curious as to how he could afford to use e(s)corts so often (he had given no inkling of having private wealth or a well-paying job); partly because I wanted to find out so much more about his relationship with Holly, who may or may not have been his daughter; and partly because his main source of sexual gratification appeared to be watching others, which to my way of thinking meant he could have saved himself a whole lot of money simply by getting stuck into porn videos. This all added up to a mystery that seemed greater than the sum of its parts, a mystery that I felt compelled to penetrate.
My developing obsession with Mr Harris was clearly not healthy for someone in my line of work; Rosie, my Madame, had warned me not to delve too deeply into a client's private life. They pay for our services, we fulfil their fantasies, and there it should end. I was in danger of becoming too personally involved, I know that. No matter, I am confident that I can handle myself well enough not to get too drawn in; I'm young and eager to learn about the ways of the world. What's wrong with that?
Saturday evening finally came, and at ten o'clock I arrived by taxi at the address Rosie had given me. Mr Harris lives in Portobello in one of the large detached houses on the sea front. This is an area that had once been prosperous and thriving, but was now run-down and a little seedy; the splendour of the old merchants' houses and the grand hotels had been lost as fashions had changed and it was no longer a favoured place for holidays. I stood on the doorstep of this imposing house and could feel the wind of desolation sweep past; I shivered, not with cold but with something more like apprehension.
I rang the doorbell but there was no reply; in fact the windows were all shuttered up and there was no sign of life anywhere so far as I could tell. I had been prepared for this, however, and on turning the door-knob found that I could just walk straight in. I entered a dim vestibule area, more like a corridor, with four or five doors leading off it. There were two shaded lamps casting a suppressed glow over dark furnishings and wall-hanging tapestries; I felt as if I'd stepped into my grandmother's old house.
As my eyes grew used to the dim light, I noticed that on a small table near one of the doors there was a silver plate with a card on it. I picked the card up and read: “Welcome to my home, Evelyn. Please take a seat in this room, make yourself comfortable and someone will be with you shortly. Yours, Mr Harris.”
I shrugged my shoulders. Whatever game he was playing, I was happy to go along with it; in fact, I was almost starting to enjoy myself. I went into the room indicated by the card and again found a dimly lit space with plush furnishings. On one wall there was a very large mirror extending almost from floor to ceiling, while on the wall next to it a large screen was showing a pornographic film, the sound very muted. Most of the light in the room actually came from this screen, and as I got used to it I almost felt like I was being bathed in warm milk; it was not at all unpleasant.
I helped myself to a drink from the decanter next to the only sofa in the room and sat down to await developments. Having not much else to do, I paid closer attention to the film; I don't watch a lot of porn myself, finding it generally too artificial and detached for my tastes. This film, however, was a little out of the ordinary, for me at any rate; it had an amateurish feel about it and showed four or five couples screwing each other in someone's living room. From time to time the couples would swap partners; they certainly all seemed to be enjoying themselves and the fact that they were so clearly ordinary couples gave it a certain raunchiness that I miss in professional porn.
I was so engrossed in watching the film that I didn't hear anyone enter the room, but so my surprise I suddenly heard a familiar voice.
“Enjoying the film, Evelyn?”
“Holly! How good to see you. I wasn't expecting you.”
“Well here I am. And I'm very glad to meet you again. Stand up and let me get a good look at you.”
As I stood, Holly came up to me and took both my hands in hers, casting appraising glances up and down my body.
“Don't you look the part?” she said. “I like the thigh-high leather boots and the mini-skirt – very sexy. Come here, I need to feel you and kiss you.”
We stood there and french-kissed, getting to know each others' taste all over again. She broke off and turned me round so that we were both facing the mirror; her hands reached round and cupped my breasts as she kissed and nibbled on my ears and neck. One by one she undid the buttons on my blouse, revealing the black leather bra I'd decided to wear; it had small zips over the nipples, inviting exploring hands to go a little further. Holly needed no further encouragement and, still from behind, unzipped first one bra cup then the other, exposing my nipples which by now were hard and stiff; she tweaked the nipples between her forefingers and thumbs, making them stand out even further.
It not only felt good, having her hands on my tits like this, but it looked good as well; seeing myself being played with in the mirror was making me wet between the legs. Holly must have sensed this, because she unzipped my skirt, letting it pool at my feet, to reveal the skimpy leather thong I'd put on to match the bra. In my stockings and high heels, all in black, I couldn't help but admire myself as I stared at my reflection and felt Holly's hands working first over my tits, then reaching down to let her fingers slide under my thong.
“Mmmm, you're so wet, Evelyn, such a horny young girl,” she said, and after coating her finger with my pussy juices, tasted it with obvious relish. “Just as I remember,” she said. “So sweet and delicious. Now sit on my face.”
She lay down on the floor between my legs, and I knelt down so that I could lower my pussy onto her waiting lips and tongue. I pulled my panties to one side so that her tongue could more easily find my wet slit. I was more aroused than I'd thought, as the first touch of her tongue on my pussy was electric, sending shivers through my whole body. I didn't know whether to look down at her as she lapped the juices from my cunt, or to watch our image reflected in the mirror; I'd never really seen myself like this before except in photographs, and it was turning me on no end to see myself almost as if in a film. And as I turned my head to the screen on the other wall, images of girls sucking each other had replaced the previous couples; the whole room was filled with lesbian love, Holly eating me out as I watched in the mirror and then glimpsed the film of girls doing similar things. I moved from one image to the next and found something raw and exciting in each of them. Eventually, I had to cum, though, and in one huge shudder I looked down and came all over Holly's sweet lips and tongue. It was the nearest I've come to squirting, and all my cum gushed out in a river. I couldn't resist and simply had to taste it, so I lay by Holly's side and kissed her, licking my juice off her lips and tongue.
She was still fully clothed, but not for long. I quickly stripped her of her flimsy dress and inserted first one, then two fingers inside her cunt, which was almost as wet as mine. I kissed her and kneaded her tits with one hand, while with the other I penetrated her and started finger-fucking her. She, however, wanted more than that and, taking my hand in hers, pulled it into her pussy deeper and deeper. I had four fingers inside her now, but she clearly wanted more; turning my whole attention to her demanding pussy, I managed to squeeze my whole hand into her slit, and still she wanted more, pulling me inside. I was soon buried wrist-deep inside her cunt, something I'd never done before, and she was writhing with pleasure as I pushed in and out. I fisted my hot girl until she came all over my hand; when I took it out it was shiny with her pussy-juice and and there was plenty to lick off. She wanted some too, and let her tongue run over my fingers to lap up her sweet honey.
We lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, sticky and wet and still thrilling from our orgasms. The film had stopped by now and it felt like we were all alone again.
Soon, however, she reminded me that Mr Harris had brought me here for a reason and she asked me to get dressed again. Once I'd rearranged myself and was looking sexily presentable again, Holly took something out of her bag.
“Evelyn, would you mind wearing this?”
It was a leather dog-collar with silver studs. “No, of course not. Let's put it on and see.”
It really added to the leather look, and we both admired myself in the mirror.
“And one small accessory,” she continued, taking out a silver chain and attaching it to the collar. “There, that's perfect. Now you're my little pet and I can lead you to the next room.”
For some reason, in spite of having just cum, this was turning me on again. It felt good to be led like a pet, to be treated as a plaything who was there to do her mistress's bidding.
“Time to go to the main event,” Holly said, leading me from the room by the collar and chain.
She took me to the adjacent room, and as she led me in I gasped at what I could see. There were half a dozen men in there, of a variety of ages, all dressed in suits sitting round the sides of the room. In the middle of the room was a satin-covered bed and on two opposite walls were curtains that could be drawn open and closed by silk-tasselled cords. To one side, dressed in a conventional dinner-jacket and black bow-tie, stood Mr Harris, his hair now carefully groomed so that he looked quite different from the shabby individual I'd met before.
In the corner of the room was a bin full of crumpled tissues; only then did I notice the unmistakeable aroma of fresh semen which permeated the room. Some people had obviously been busy already.
“Do come in, Evelyn,” Mr Harris said, taking my hand and kissing it like a real gentleman. “I hope you don't mind our little charade. Holly is here to exhibit you to these gentlemen, and I thought it would be good to do it this way. They are all very interested in you, you have given them quite a show already.”
“What do you mean?” I said.
Moving to one of the sets of curtains, Mr Harris pulled the cord to open them, revealing a large mirror through which I could clearly see the room I'd just been in. So that was it; I might have known. They had been watching the whole time and I'd had no idea; this would certainly explain the tissues and the smell of fresh cum. I was not going to be put out by this, however, and stayed super-cool.
“I'm glad you enjoyed the show,” I said. “I hope things can get even better now.”
“Oh, I'm sure they will,” he said. “I'll draw these curtains now. But tell me, did you like watching yourself in the mirror?”
“I did, actually, it adds a whole new dimension to the experience.”
“That's good, because I'd like to open these other curtains so that we can all be reflected in this mirror.” And walking to the other wall, he drew the curtains to reveal an identical mirror to the one in the other room. It made the room feel larger, of course, even though it was a large room already, and I must admit the idea of seeing myself in action again was a huge turn-on.
“Now, then,” Mr Harris said. “Let's begin. Holly is going to lead you round so that the gentlemen can get a closer look at you. Most of them are here to watch, but one of them is going to get to fuck you in front of all of us. Who exactly the lucky man is depends on who bids the most for the privilege. I should add that these are important men, perhaps you recognise one or two; for that reason, they are willing to buy your discretion. Are you ready?”
Well, this was something I certainly hadn't expected, but I was more than happy to take part in this strange little game. The idea of being fucked by a stranger in front of a group of strangers was really getting my juices flowing.
Holly gestured that I should kneel down, and then, taking the chain, she led me round the room like a cat or other tamed pet. The men, all still dressed, looked and touched, stroking me as I passed, not inappropriately, more appreciatively. As I said, they were of all ages, the youngest no more than a couple of years older than me, the oldest the other side of sixty, all of them clearly men of influence or money or power, or perhaps all three; it exuded from them.
Once I'd been led round the room a couple of times, Holly pulled the chain and led me onto the bed. At this point, she started undressing me, leaving me in my bra and panties, boots and stockings, and of course the collar and chain. The men had already seen me naked through the mirror, but I guess seeing me in the flesh like this was another turn-on; judging from the bulges in their trousers I had succeeded in getting them interested.
Mr Harris now started the auction. “Very well, gentlemen, who will start the bidding? Who is willing to pay the price to fuck our delicious young Asian girl? How much is she worth? Young, hardly touched – who will start with £100?”
Had I been a regular prostitute in a brothel, I'm sure there would have been an upper limit on how much anyone was prepared to pay; but in this situation, there was undoubtedly a premium attached, and very quickly the offers rose to £500. When the bidding appeared to have stalled, Mr Harris intervened again and asked me to remove my bra and panties and to start playing with myself.
“See, gentleman, her lovely tight pussy, ready for a hard white cock. Oh, she's turned on waiting for you, look at that juicy cunt. Such a tight, hot body, skilled in the oriental arts of pleasing her man, an exciting fuck for any man. Look at how she loves fingering herself; if you're not quick she'll make herself cum, and then it will be all over.”
He was not wrong; masturbating while the guys watched was proving to be a big turn-on for me. And for them too, as the bids went higher until eventually I was sold to a middle-aged man for £950.
I beckoned to the winner to come onto the bed with me. While the others watched, breathing harder and creating a sultry atmosphere in the room, I undressed him and started rubbing his cock, which was already fully erect. Holly undid the chain and withdrew to one side, leaving the collar round my neck. As I lay on the bed kissing and stroking my new master, the others took out their cocks and started wanking as they watched. I felt totally in control, having six or seven men desiring me, lusting for me, wishing they could be the lucky man who even now was aroused beyond measure.
After a short time, I got on all fours and took his cock into my mouth. Making sure they could all see, I sucked the swollen head of his cock and then ran my tongue up and down this shaft, caressing his balls in one hand as I did so. Looking in the mirror I also had a perfect view of myself sucking his dick, and reaching back with one hand I started rubbing my pussy. My exaggerated movements showed off my body to its full advantage, and the groans I gave were hardly make-believe at all.
I figured that my audience would like to see me ride this cock before he came, so I straddled him in a reverse cowgirl position, and started moving up and down. His cock penetrated deep inside me this way, and as I faced the audience with his cock inside me, I first fingered my nipples and then rubbed my clit as we fucked. The guys were wanking faster and faster and getting nearer to climaxing. My own guy was also pretty near coming, and flipping me on my back he fucked me from on top, looking in the mirror as he did so. Suddenly, with a great roar, he came inside me, releasing what felt like a river of cum. I felt my cunt fill with his hot spunk and I squeezed the walls of my pussy to extract every last drop. I let him stay inside me for a while, then detaching myself I knelt down to suck his cock dry of my juices and his cum.
At this point, Holly came on to the bed and turned me on my back. “Gentlemen,” she said, “you may now cum all over Evelyn”
That was unexpected. But so what? It felt right. The five other men and Mr Harris stood around the bed, their trousers and underpants down by their ankles, their cocks in their hands, all wanking furiously over my body. I reached out and took two of them in my hands and stroked them, then, deciding they all deserved a bit of a treat, I took turns in sucking off the others. I think being on view like this in front of other men, they probably took longer to cum than they would have by themselves, but after receiving the expert attention of my hot little mouth and my slender fingers they soon came one after the other. Two of them came over my tits, while the others splashed my face with their hot cum; I've honestly never had so much cum on me, and I licked as much of it off as I could, letting them see my mouth sticky with spunk as I swallowed it.
The last to cum was Mr Harris himself, who came over my stocking tops and bare thighs in a huge load. I ran my fingers through his thick cum, sliding it over my pussy before taking it in my mouth as they all watched. At last I had got to taste him.
“Thank you, Evelyn,” he said when he'd recovered a bit of composure. “That was very, very hot. Holly here will take you out so that you can freshen up. I'm sure the gentlemen will show their appreciation by giving you a tip as you leave.”
And that was indeed what happened. Holly led me from the room in my collar and chain; I'd managed to drink up a lot of the cum, but my body was still sticky and glistening all over from it. As she led me past each of the guys, they fished out handfuls of notes and handed them to me. It seemed like a huge amount of cash, and I found out later that it was, more than I'd earn in twenty regular assignments.
Once outside, Holly took me to yet another room, where there was one last surprise. Inside were five women in various states of undress, a few dildos and other toys s**ttered on the floor and again the unmistakeable aroma of recent sex. I thought I was beyond surprises, but this was something else. The women all applauded as Holly led me in.
“Don't look so shocked, Evelyn,” she said. “These are the wives and girlfriends of the men in the other room. And they've been watching everything, see.” It was hard to miss the huge mirror that looked into the previous room. So that's what it was for. “And the wonderful thing is that the guys have no idea their women are here. But the girls do get turned on by watching, just as much as their men do.”
This also explained how Mr Harris could afford his e(s)cort activity. Apparently he charged the men for private sex shows like the one I'd just given, but he also charged the women to come and watch. A very lucrative little earner, I'm sure.
I left the house that evening, or early the next morning to be exact, very much richer in more ways than one. Before I left, Holly handed over half the auction money before explaining how Mr Harris organised these little shows.
“And,” she added, “you remember the films that were playing in the first room? They were actually taken here; the participants agreed to be filmed provided the film remained private. Which of course it does.”
“You don't mean I was filmed tonight, do you?” I gasped, a little worried.
“No,” she laughed. “It would have had to be with your permission; we're very scrupulous about such things: our reputation depends on it. Now, would you like me to come home with you?”
“You know I would, sweetheart.”
And so I took Holly to my bed, where I got to know her a whole lot better. But that's another story.
Vicky
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