Theresa My Neighbor Whore Chapter 2
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The dog farted. “bloody hell Lucy!” Amanda waved away the aroma with her paper. The fire needed making up, but she couldn’t muster the energy to get out of her chair and do it. She logged onto the railway web site, and booked her ticket for London the following morning, then checked several more emails Izzy had sent her, using her work I-phone, complete with tracker, in case she needed to summon help. Izzy was insistent, wherever she went, the I-phone went as well…..
Amanda walked into the restaurant of the Grosvenor Hotel. Her high heels sinking into the plush carpet.
“Can I help you madam?”
“Yes, I’ve meeting Thomas Mitchell, but I can’t see him,” she nervously explained.
“Ah yes Madam, Mr Mitchell telephoned, he apologises, but is delayed. He will be here directly. Can I get Madam a drink while she waits?”
“Thank you, whiskey on the rocks,” Amanda ordered.
She found a seat on the covered terrace. The waiter found her, “Scotch Madam, I took the liberty, as you didn’t specify of Glenmorangie.”
Amanda nodded her thanks, she took a sip, more to steady her nerves than anything else. The drink warmed her, she made a mental note to make this her drink of choice, it was lush. She wasn’t sure this was for her. escort! Tart more like, but she really did need the money, she reminded herself.
The suite was luxurious, Amanda had never stayed in such an expensive hotel, ever. Thomas unzipped her deep red dress, the zip went from the nape of her neck to halfway down her bottom, it wasn’t concealed, and emphasised the curve of her lower back, and her pert bottom. She stepped out of it, and stood in her underwear for the client to admire her. She was so nervous, she thought her teeth would rattle. She had chosen her outfit carefully, as Izzy had instructed her. She still had to go shopping for the numerous outfits she would need. Izzy had paid her two grand in advance, now she had to earn the money.
Her best Marks and Spencer frillies, red lacy bra, with matching thong, lace topped hold-ups. She needed a suspender belt, or three, but for now hold-ups were all she had. The black stilettos’ she had worn that day for Ewan completed the outfit.
Thomas smiled, “I don’t know where Izzy finds you lovely ladies, but she never disappoints,” he said, taking her in his arms, and walking her backwards, until she felt the bed on her long legs. She fell back onto it, Thomas on top of her. His mouth found hers, and they kissed. He was much older than her, late forties, and judging by the Gieves and Hawkes suit he wore, loaded. Then again, if he could afford her, he must be. Fifteen hundred pounds to fuck her. Christ on his cross, she’d have put out for the lunch, it had been fabulous. She corrected herself, only a thousand pounds, Izzy skimmed five hundred, even so! Thomas had his hand down the front of her knickers, his fingers groping her cunt. and slid a finger inside her. Amanda opened her legs, slightly wider to make his task easier. He rewarded her with a second finger. He suddenly pulled his hand away, and sniffed his fingers, smiling as he did so.
“Sit on my face Mandy love,” he ordered. “No, leave your panties on.”
She did as he asked, and immediately felt his hot breath on the gusset of her knickers, then a finger hooked the back of the thong, and pulled it upwards into her cunt. Her labia protruded either side of the lacy material. Thomas seemed to be in seventh heaven. She saw the bulge in his trousers, and reached down, and unzipped him. His cock sprung out, she took it in her hand, then ran her tongue around it, before closing her ripe red lips around it. She began to wank him into her mouth………
Amanda walked back with Isobel to her office. The Georgian house’s windows had their curtains closed against the coming evening. Izzy showed into her lounge, which was on the top floor. She settled down on the settee, as Izzy brought out a sheaf of papers.
“Here is a list of clothing you’ll need. Never wear the same outfit on repeat bookings.” Izzy lectured. I’ll need some photos of you for the website.”
“Website?” Amanda asked.
“Yes darling, I can’t sell you if I haven’t got any piccies can I. I need some for the model site as well. I’ll get you in to be photographed. Now, any don’ts?” Izzy asked.
“I don’t think so,” Amanda replied, confused by the question.
“Good, only the client pays good money, and expects quality service. Whatever they want, you give, understand!” Izzy said, raising an eyebrow as she said it.
“Anything?” Amanda replied.
“Anything. I know their fetishes, and will instruct you accordingly, so you shouldn’t get caught off guard. If they want to fuck you up the arse, while their fucking wife watches, then that’s what they get, understand!” Izzy said.
“Up the arse!” Amanda replied, she was beginning to think she had rushed her decision.
“Not had it in the bum before. You will, if you’re working for me, there are no I don’ts.” Izzy said, reaching into a draw. She pulled something out, and handed it to Amanda, she rummaged some more, a tube of KY followed. “There, stick that up your bum now, sort of get used to it, then an hour or so every day then two and so on, until its feels comfortable, and you can walk with it in.”
“What here, now?” Amanda said alarmed at the turn of events.
“Yes darling, now.”
Amanda pulled her knickers to one side, and applied some lube, then pushed the butt plug into place. If hurt at first, then it slipped in, on an over application of KY.
“Now pull your panties up, and sit back down……………..
Thomas laid on his back, as Amanda slid up and down his cock above him, he was sweating. Amanda’s knickers were pulled to one side, as she fucked him, her nipples erect, and sore as he toyed with them.
“I’m nearly there, Mandy, sit on my face again, so I can come in your mouth,” he instructed her. She switched around, and felt his tongue circle her anus, probing it. His cock was in her mouth, she felt it throb, then he groaned as he ejaculated into her mouth.
She showered, as he sponged her, paying attention to her pussy. She felt refreshed. She had been in the hotel for five hours. Another thirty minutes and she would be on the tube to St Pancras, one thousand pounds richer. He watched her dress. He kept her red lacy thong, a little memento. She had expected that. In her handbag she had another pair, which she would slip on in the lift.
The Javelin train pulled out of St Pancras on time, and headed towards the coast. Her phone rang. Izzy. “How did it go, darling,” she asked.
“Fine, it was fine,” Amanda replied.
“Good, just to confirm I’ve transferred the money to your account. Now, I want you at mine at eight, you’re going to a party tonight.” Izzy told her.
“Tonight!” Amanda replied.
“Yes, so you’ll have to be quick. I’ll send details in a mo, bye darling,” Izzy said, and ended the call.
“bloody hell, two jobs in one day,” thought Amanda, who really just wanted to go home and soak in a hot bath.”……………………..
She posed for the stills photographer. Some fully dressed, little black dress. Underwear shots, nude shots. Open leg shots, open pussy shots. Shots from the front, shots from the rear. Pout at the camera shots. Izzy made sure all the photographs she needed were taken.
“Thanks Brian, ok, now you’ve got her for an hour and a half, take what photos or video you want, or just fuck her, whatever you want.” Izzy told the photographer as she began to walk from the room.
“Izzy!” Amanda called.
“Amanda, Brian has taken the photo’s, you need to pay for them, ok!”
It wasn’t ok, she should have asked, or at least told her.
Amanda looked directly into the lens, her tongue just touching her top lip. She was starkers, holding her labia open wide. Pink shots he called them. He clicked away, his stiff cock evident in his trousers…..
She saw familiar eyes looking down at her in the newsagents. Eyes from the top shelf. She couldn’t see the face, it was in one of those half frosted bags. She brought it anyway, with the paper. Mr Kumar smiled, knowingly at her. At home she tore the bag open, to reveal, as she had feared, photos of herself, the ones Brian had taken before he had fucked her. Front page, and a large centre spread. The centre page was her, legs wide, cunt even wider, or so it seemed. “Oh fucking hell,” she thought……….…..
There were six of them in the stretched limo. Six including Izzy, who looked stunning, her mane of red hair shone as the light from the street lamps caught it. They were all Izzy’s girls. Her stable of whores. Good time girls, all on there way to give a good time. They had all received the call from Izzy, who being one girl short was making the numbers up herself. They all wore the uniform of the evening. Little black dresses of one type or another, thriller heels and stockings. Amanda had to make a last minute dash to the lingerie department, to buy a suspender belt, plus of course matching bra and panties. Black of course, black, miniscule, and very, very see through. Her waxed cunt pressed against the flimsy material. She had another pair in her handbag. As she sat in the car, she smoothed her stocking with her hands, running them up the silky eight denier.
“Relax,” one of the girls told her. Amanda recognized her, she had done a girl, girl scene with her only the other day, Lorraine, yes Lorraine.
Amanda smiled at her. A few days ago, it seemed as if it had been weeks, yet here she was having sold herself to some guy in a hotel for the first time today, only today, and now she was on her way to do it all over again, that very evening……….
Amanda pulled the curtains closed, and locked the doors. She went upstairs, she had a busy day tomorrow, and needed an early night. The floor boards creaked of her Victorian house. She pulled the duvet over herself, and laid, eyes closed, as she remembered that first day. She had fucked Thomas after lunch, then it was party time in the evening. Some party, it was an orgy………
The room wasn’t big, but it buzzed with men talking. They were all well dressed, she held her drink in her hand, her eyes taking in the room. She felt someone’s breath on her neck, then a kiss on her neck, then another. At the same time, a hand traced its way lightly up her stockinged leg, above the stocking top, above her thigh. It reached her bottom, squeezed, then walked between the cleft of her arse, and gently stroked her pussy. She adjusted the way she stood to allow the fingers to continue their walk. They were inside her knickers now, then inside her. The attention to her neck continued, her ear was nibbled, before again lips traced her slender neck. She was wet now, and had two fingers in her cunt, a hand cupped her breast, then squeezed it hard. In front of her Izzy was receiving attention from two guys, her black strapless dress already on the floor. She wore no bra, her white breasts slightly upturned, with pink pointed nipples. A girl, a waitress walked in front of her. She held a tray half filled with drinks, Amanda took one. The girl, no more than eighteen was wide eyed, wearing a short frilly edged skirt, with a matching bustier. The bustier had been pulled down, exposing her small tits. She looked fit to cry. The girl was about to move on, a voice whispered in Amanda’s ear “suck her tits.” Amanda, caught the girls arm, bending slightly, put her lips tentatively to the girls right nipple. Immediately goose bumps appeared on the girls skin, and she tried to step away. Amanda bit down lightly on her nipple, and felt the girls nipple respond, becoming erect in her mouth. At the same time, a third finger was pushed into her cunt. Amanda switched to the girls other tit, and reached between the girls legs, running her hand across the girls pussy, she felt the heat coming through the girls knickers. The guy behind her, pulled her panties to one side, and pushed his cock inside her, his thumb inserted into her arse. “Pull her knickers down!” Amanda did as she was told, and tugged the girls panties down, just as her cunt became visible, the girl threw down the tray, and stepped away, out of Amanda’s reach, pulling the front of her skirt to hide her pussy. Amanda was naked but for her heels and stockings, and suspender belt. She’d been fucked from behind, but wasn’t sure which of the guys in the room it had been. She was now astride another cock, being fucked hard, a cock in her mouth as she tried to breath new life into it. Across the room the waitress had been caught, and stripped bare, and was now being fucked. Their eyes met, just for a moment, then she lost sight of her, as Izzy’s pale arse blocked her view. She lost count of who, or even how many had fucked her that night. She had fucked Izzy, her soft ginger pubic hair, and pink cunt. Sweet. And Izzy, her tongue busy as it circled her anus, then probing into her arse, a thumb reversed into her cunt, searching, and finding her G-spot. Her body had trembled as she came, gripping Izzy’s hair, tighter, and tighter as the orgasm washed like a tsunami through her body. She had never come like that. They had an audience of course, an audience who when Izzy finished with her wanted them both. They had fucked them one after another, and she had loved every moment………………..
The dog farted. “bloody hell Lucy!” Amanda waved away the aroma with her paper. The fire needed making up, but she couldn’t muster the energy to get out of her chair and do it. She logged onto the railway web site, and booked her ticket for London the following morning, then checked several more emails Izzy had sent her, using her work I-phone, complete with tracker, in case she needed to summon help. Izzy was insistent, wherever she went, the I-phone went as well…..
Amanda walked into the restaurant of the Grosvenor Hotel. Her high heels sinking into the plush carpet.
“Can I help you madam?”
“Yes, I’ve meeting Thomas Mitchell, but I can’t see him,” she nervously explained.
“Ah yes Madam, Mr Mitchell telephoned, he apologises, but is delayed. He will be here directly. Can I get Madam a drink while she waits?”
“Thank you, whiskey on the rocks,” Amanda ordered.
She found a seat on the covered terrace. The waiter found her, “Scotch Madam, I took the liberty, as you didn’t specify of Glenmorangie.”
Amanda nodded her thanks, she took a sip, more to steady her nerves than anything else. The drink warmed her, she made a mental note to make this her drink of choice, it was lush. She wasn’t sure this was for her. escort! Tart more like, but she really did need the money, she reminded herself.
The suite was luxurious, Amanda had never stayed in such an expensive hotel, ever. Thomas unzipped her deep red dress, the zip went from the nape of her neck to halfway down her bottom, it wasn’t concealed, and emphasised the curve of her lower back, and her pert bottom. She stepped out of it, and stood in her underwear for the client to admire her. She was so nervous, she thought her teeth would rattle. She had chosen her outfit carefully, as Izzy had instructed her. She still had to go shopping for the numerous outfits she would need. Izzy had paid her two grand in advance, now she had to earn the money.
Her best Marks and Spencer frillies, red lacy bra, with matching thong, lace topped hold-ups. She needed a suspender belt, or three, but for now hold-ups were all she had. The black stilettos’ she had worn that day for Ewan completed the outfit.
Thomas smiled, “I don’t know where Izzy finds you lovely ladies, but she never disappoints,” he said, taking her in his arms, and walking her backwards, until she felt the bed on her long legs. She fell back onto it, Thomas on top of her. His mouth found hers, and they kissed. He was much older than her, late forties, and judging by the Gieves and Hawkes suit he wore, loaded. Then again, if he could afford her, he must be. Fifteen hundred pounds to fuck her. Christ on his cross, she’d have put out for the lunch, it had been fabulous. She corrected herself, only a thousand pounds, Izzy skimmed five hundred, even so! Thomas had his hand down the front of her knickers, his fingers groping her cunt. and slid a finger inside her. Amanda opened her legs, slightly wider to make his task easier. He rewarded her with a second finger. He suddenly pulled his hand away, and sniffed his fingers, smiling as he did so.
“Sit on my face Mandy love,” he ordered. “No, leave your panties on.”
She did as he asked, and immediately felt his hot breath on the gusset of her knickers, then a finger hooked the back of the thong, and pulled it upwards into her cunt. Her labia protruded either side of the lacy material. Thomas seemed to be in seventh heaven. She saw the bulge in his trousers, and reached down, and unzipped him. His cock sprung out, she took it in her hand, then ran her tongue around it, before closing her ripe red lips around it. She began to wank him into her mouth………
Amanda walked back with Isobel to her office. The Georgian house’s windows had their curtains closed against the coming evening. Izzy showed into her lounge, which was on the top floor. She settled down on the settee, as Izzy brought out a sheaf of papers.
“Here is a list of clothing you’ll need. Never wear the same outfit on repeat bookings.” Izzy lectured. I’ll need some photos of you for the website.”
“Website?” Amanda asked.
“Yes darling, I can’t sell you if I haven’t got any piccies can I. I need some for the model site as well. I’ll get you in to be photographed. Now, any don’ts?” Izzy asked.
“I don’t think so,” Amanda replied, confused by the question.
“Good, only the client pays good money, and expects quality service. Whatever they want, you give, understand!” Izzy said, raising an eyebrow as she said it.
“Anything?” Amanda replied.
“Anything. I know their fetishes, and will instruct you accordingly, so you shouldn’t get caught off guard. If they want to fuck you up the arse, while their fucking wife watches, then that’s what they get, understand!” Izzy said.
“Up the arse!” Amanda replied, she was beginning to think she had rushed her decision.
“Not had it in the bum before. You will, if you’re working for me, there are no I don’ts.” Izzy said, reaching into a draw. She pulled something out, and handed it to Amanda, she rummaged some more, a tube of KY followed. “There, stick that up your bum now, sort of get used to it, then an hour or so every day then two and so on, until its feels comfortable, and you can walk with it in.”
“What here, now?” Amanda said alarmed at the turn of events.
“Yes darling, now.”
Amanda pulled her knickers to one side, and applied some lube, then pushed the butt plug into place. If hurt at first, then it slipped in, on an over application of KY.
“Now pull your panties up, and sit back down……………..
Thomas laid on his back, as Amanda slid up and down his cock above him, he was sweating. Amanda’s knickers were pulled to one side, as she fucked him, her nipples erect, and sore as he toyed with them.
“I’m nearly there, Mandy, sit on my face again, so I can come in your mouth,” he instructed her. She switched around, and felt his tongue circle her anus, probing it. His cock was in her mouth, she felt it throb, then he groaned as he ejaculated into her mouth.
She showered, as he sponged her, paying attention to her pussy. She felt refreshed. She had been in the hotel for five hours. Another thirty minutes and she would be on the tube to St Pancras, one thousand pounds richer. He watched her dress. He kept her red lacy thong, a little memento. She had expected that. In her handbag she had another pair, which she would slip on in the lift.
The Javelin train pulled out of St Pancras on time, and headed towards the coast. Her phone rang. Izzy. “How did it go, darling,” she asked.
“Fine, it was fine,” Amanda replied.
“Good, just to confirm I’ve transferred the money to your account. Now, I want you at mine at eight, you’re going to a party tonight.” Izzy told her.
“Tonight!” Amanda replied.
“Yes, so you’ll have to be quick. I’ll send details in a mo, bye darling,” Izzy said, and ended the call.
“bloody hell, two jobs in one day,” thought Amanda, who really just wanted to go home and soak in a hot bath.”……………………..
She posed for the stills photographer. Some fully dressed, little black dress. Underwear shots, nude shots. Open leg shots, open pussy shots. Shots from the front, shots from the rear. Pout at the camera shots. Izzy made sure all the photographs she needed were taken.
“Thanks Brian, ok, now you’ve got her for an hour and a half, take what photos or video you want, or just fuck her, whatever you want.” Izzy told the photographer as she began to walk from the room.
“Izzy!” Amanda called.
“Amanda, Brian has taken the photo’s, you need to pay for them, ok!”
It wasn’t ok, she should have asked, or at least told her.
Amanda looked directly into the lens, her tongue just touching her top lip. She was starkers, holding her labia open wide. Pink shots he called them. He clicked away, his stiff cock evident in his trousers…..
She saw familiar eyes looking down at her in the newsagents. Eyes from the top shelf. She couldn’t see the face, it was in one of those half frosted bags. She brought it anyway, with the paper. Mr Kumar smiled, knowingly at her. At home she tore the bag open, to reveal, as she had feared, photos of herself, the ones Brian had taken before he had fucked her. Front page, and a large centre spread. The centre page was her, legs wide, cunt even wider, or so it seemed. “Oh fucking hell,” she thought……….…..
There were six of them in the stretched limo. Six including Izzy, who looked stunning, her mane of red hair shone as the light from the street lamps caught it. They were all Izzy’s girls. Her stable of whores. Good time girls, all on there way to give a good time. They had all received the call from Izzy, who being one girl short was making the numbers up herself. They all wore the uniform of the evening. Little black dresses of one type or another, thriller heels and stockings. Amanda had to make a last minute dash to the lingerie department, to buy a suspender belt, plus of course matching bra and panties. Black of course, black, miniscule, and very, very see through. Her waxed cunt pressed against the flimsy material. She had another pair in her handbag. As she sat in the car, she smoothed her stocking with her hands, running them up the silky eight denier.
“Relax,” one of the girls told her. Amanda recognized her, she had done a girl, girl scene with her only the other day, Lorraine, yes Lorraine.
Amanda smiled at her. A few days ago, it seemed as if it had been weeks, yet here she was having sold herself to some guy in a hotel for the first time today, only today, and now she was on her way to do it all over again, that very evening……….
Amanda pulled the curtains closed, and locked the doors. She went upstairs, she had a busy day tomorrow, and needed an early night. The floor boards creaked of her Victorian house. She pulled the duvet over herself, and laid, eyes closed, as she remembered that first day. She had fucked Thomas after lunch, then it was party time in the evening. Some party, it was an orgy………
The room wasn’t big, but it buzzed with men talking. They were all well dressed, she held her drink in her hand, her eyes taking in the room. She felt someone’s breath on her neck, then a kiss on her neck, then another. At the same time, a hand traced its way lightly up her stockinged leg, above the stocking top, above her thigh. It reached her bottom, squeezed, then walked between the cleft of her arse, and gently stroked her pussy. She adjusted the way she stood to allow the fingers to continue their walk. They were inside her knickers now, then inside her. The attention to her neck continued, her ear was nibbled, before again lips traced her slender neck. She was wet now, and had two fingers in her cunt, a hand cupped her breast, then squeezed it hard. In front of her Izzy was receiving attention from two guys, her black strapless dress already on the floor. She wore no bra, her white breasts slightly upturned, with pink pointed nipples. A girl, a waitress walked in front of her. She held a tray half filled with drinks, Amanda took one. The girl, no more than eighteen was wide eyed, wearing a short frilly edged skirt, with a matching bustier. The bustier had been pulled down, exposing her small tits. She looked fit to cry. The girl was about to move on, a voice whispered in Amanda’s ear “suck her tits.” Amanda, caught the girls arm, bending slightly, put her lips tentatively to the girls right nipple. Immediately goose bumps appeared on the girls skin, and she tried to step away. Amanda bit down lightly on her nipple, and felt the girls nipple respond, becoming erect in her mouth. At the same time, a third finger was pushed into her cunt. Amanda switched to the girls other tit, and reached between the girls legs, running her hand across the girls pussy, she felt the heat coming through the girls knickers. The guy behind her, pulled her panties to one side, and pushed his cock inside her, his thumb inserted into her arse. “Pull her knickers down!” Amanda did as she was told, and tugged the girls panties down, just as her cunt became visible, the girl threw down the tray, and stepped away, out of Amanda’s reach, pulling the front of her skirt to hide her pussy. Amanda was naked but for her heels and stockings, and suspender belt. She’d been fucked from behind, but wasn’t sure which of the guys in the room it had been. She was now astride another cock, being fucked hard, a cock in her mouth as she tried to breath new life into it. Across the room the waitress had been caught, and stripped bare, and was now being fucked. Their eyes met, just for a moment, then she lost sight of her, as Izzy’s pale arse blocked her view. She lost count of who, or even how many had fucked her that night. She had fucked Izzy, her soft ginger pubic hair, and pink cunt. Sweet. And Izzy, her tongue busy as it circled her anus, then probing into her arse, a thumb reversed into her cunt, searching, and finding her G-spot. Her body had trembled as she came, gripping Izzy’s hair, tighter, and tighter as the orgasm washed like a tsunami through her body. She had never come like that. They had an audience of course, an audience who when Izzy finished with her wanted them both. They had fucked them one after another, and she had loved every moment………………..
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