the date (closed)

[mirandavillere]

Alison looked over her shoulder, as if someone might be watching her, but of course, there wasn't. She hit enter, and a moment later a confirmation appeared from the TGF Escort agency. She sighed and stretched, as if she had just set a weight down. It was strange, she knew, but she had been playing it straight for too long.

Alison was 27, and had married her husband Jon straight out of college. In the five years since then, he had been working his way steadily up the ladder at his office, but he seemed to be working all the time. He was out of town a lot, and more and more of the time, she felt like she was living by herself. Even the nights that he was home, they almost never had sex, and she needed it.

She was still beautiful. She knew that from the looks that she got when she went out, and the way guys flirted with her. She was 5'7 and had long blonde hair, a killer body with 34d breasts and she kept herself in shape. She hadn't wanted to have an affair, which could be messy, but she had wanted someone to appreciate how good she looked. Her friend gave her the idea, and it made sense. She would have sex with guys that wanted her so much they were willing to pay for it, and there would be no hassles. The money was a plus, of course, but Jon made enough.

"Come on, Ali," Jon called from downstairs, "Stewart's going to be waiting."

She logged out and went down. Her husband wanted her to come to dinner with his best friend, who had just moved back to town. As if she would be anything but a third wheel. She had her black cocktail dress on and a a pair of 4" heels. She knew she looked like sex on a plate, but Jon barely gave her a second glance.

"Are you going to be warm enough?" was all he said.

She put on a coat.

 

[bluepen85]

Stewart was 28, he had just moved back east after a faild business venture out in San Francisco. He thought it had been a good idea when he started the business 3 years ago, but one bad idea after another, followed by a chapter 11 filing and he was returning back to his hometown with his tail tucked firmly between his legs. His good friend Jon had offered him a position at his company, and while it wasn't the highest paying level job, he took it because there wasn't much else out there and he knew Jon would take care of him.

He and Jon had met in college, they were roommates their freshman year and they basically never left one another's sides for the next four years. Alison had come into the picture during their junior year, which severely cut into their friendship time. At first Stewart resented her for it, but he soon grew to accept Ali, as she became known to her close friends, and they became friends as well.

Stewart even caught himself staring at Ali more than he really should, when they'd go to the beach as a group, she'd stand there in her bikini and tempt Stewart, well not on purpose, but he always caught himself staring. He had to shake his head to remind himself that she was Jon's not his. He even got to be their best man in their wedding after college, boy did she look beautiful in her dress.

Stewart always leered after Ali because his own luck with women had never been good. His business kept him from having much of a social life, so he frequently turned to calling escort services or picking up prostitutes, luckily he had never been caught doing so.

When Jon offered him the job to help him out and then offered to take him out to a welcome home dinner, he accepted immediately. He got to the restaruant a little early and sat down at the bar. He had a few drinks while he waited for Jon and Ali.

 

[mirandavillere]

When they got to the restaurant, it was exactly what Ali had expected. She gave Stewart a hug and a peck on the cheek, and the boys talked and talked and talked. She looked at Stewart as they ignored her and wondered why he never seemed to have a date. Maybe he was gay, she thought, though there was nothing about him that suggested it. Maybe he just didn't drag his girlfriends to dinners where she would be in the way.

It wasn't so bad, really. She could smile at them as they talked, and think about her future. Was she really going to go through with it? She still loved Jon, was the trouble. It was just that he could never understand her needs. She had tried again and again to explain to him that she needed sex, and it would happen. But it would happen once or twice and then it would be back to every other week.

At least this way, she wouldn't be cheating on him emotionally. It would just be sex, and the agency had a reputation for screening clients well. There was no real risk. She knew she was kidding herself, but what else was there to do?

 

[bluepen85]

Stewart finally heard that familiar voice of his best friend after his third rum and coke. He turned and saw Jon walking towards him, arms out and Ali was trailing behind him. Stewart gave Jon that typical guy hug that looked kinda awkward to anyone that wasn't involved in the hug. He then received a hug and little kiss from Ali before they were seated.

Stewart couldn't help but notice how Ali was dressed as they walked to their table, that sexy yet elegant cocktail dress, black, she always looked good in black, he breasts were almost pouring out of that dress. As he walked behind her he glanced down and saw how those heels lifted her perfectly shaped ass. He shook his head, cursing himself for having such thoughts about his best friend's wife.

He and Jon sat there and shot the shit most of the night. Ali only contributing occasionally as she mostly just smiled and nodded at them as he and Jon discussed the new job, sports, the business in the area, and how things had changed since he moved out west. Stewart felt bad for Ali a little, she seemed to be preoccupied by something.

Finally he looked over in her direction and spoke directly to her as their meals arrived, "So Ali, how have you been? What have you been up to, anything exciting going on?" he asked with a smile on his face before cutting into his steak.

 

[mirandavillere]

She had been thinking about the choice she had made. She would never be able to explain it to anyone. Everyone always said how lucky she was to have a man like Jon, and the truth was that they were right. He made plenty of money, he gave her everything she could ask for in terms of comfort and luxury, he was sweet and kind, he never cheated on anything. He just worked hard, and took good care of her.

And she felt bad about betraying him. She really did. She had been going back and forth about it for months, and the fact was, she needed more sex than he could give her. She sometimes wondered if there was something wrong with her, but everyone thought sex felt good. She thought maybe there was something wrong with everyone else who didn't want it every day.

"So Ali, how have you been? What have you been up to, anything exciting going on?" Stewart asked.

She blinked and shook her head. The boys were eating gigantic steaks, as they always seemed to. She smiled and twirled pasta around her fork. She would have to do a few extra miles on the bike tomorrow, but that was ok.

"Nothing really," she said, sucking up the end of the spaghetti. "Just plotting the vacation we'll take if Jon ever takes time off from work."

 

[bluepen85]

Stewart looked at Ali as she shook her head and apparently came out of a day dream she was having while he and Jon were talking. He seemed to have caught her by surprise because it took her a moment to answer his question.

"Nothing really...Just plotting the vacation we'll take if Jon ever takes time off from work."

Stewart just laughed at her response, "Jon take off work? Good luck with that, I've never seen a man work as hard as he does, but I guess if I had put half the effort into my business out west that he does here, I wouldn't be sitting in the position I'm in." he told the both of them as he took a bite of his steak.

They continued to make small talk as they each ate their meals, and before long Stewart felt stuffed as he threw his napkin down on his plate and pushed it away, half his potato still remained. He looked around the table and Jon and Ali were finishing up their meal as well. When the check came Jon insisted on paying, despite Stewart's protests. As they waited for the waitress to return with the receipt to sign Stewart asked, "Anyone up for a night cap? Maybe a drink and a little dancing? I really don't want to return home to my empty apartment and all that unpacking I have left to do." he said with a small chuckle.

He looked at Jon who shook his head and then over at Ali, "How about you Ali? Feel like having a little fun on the town? You can just leave this wet blanket at home." he joked as he punched Jon in the shoulder to tease him.

 

[mirandavillere]

For a moment, she thought it sounded like a great idea. It would be fun to go out and dance, and get drunk and party like she had before she met Jon. But Jon shook his head, and Stewart was too eager to leave his friend - her husband - behind. He had been stealing glances at her all night. From the stories Jon had told her about him, she had a pretty good idea of what he had in mind.

It wasn't that she was repulsed by him or anything. He was OK looking, he wasn't too much of a jerk. He was no Jon, sure, but there weren't many guys who were in his league. But she had few illusions about what men were like, and the dress she was wearing was a little too provocative for her to wear with a guy like Stewart as her date. He would pour wine into her until they were both drunk enough to trick themselves into thinking they didn't know what they were doing, and then he'd be on her.

She said "I'm sorry, Stewart, maybe another night," because a part of her wanted to go with him. A big part of her wanted to let him get her drunk and fuck the crap out of her, but he was way too close to Jon. She knew she wouldn't be able forgive herself for that.

 

[bluepen85]

Stewart sat there looking back and forth between Ali and Jon as Ali appeard to be thinking over his offer. Secretly he really wanted to get her out on the town without Jon, just like old times. They use to go out all the time, the three of them, and party to the weee hours of the morning. But ever since Jon got his job he never wanted to do anything it seemed. Stewart doesn't know how many times he offered Jon to come out west for a weekend of fun, but got turned down.

Finally Ali looked at him and said she wouldn't go out with him, and offered him another night. Yeah right, you've become just as much of a stick in the mud as your husband... he thought to himself as he just shrugged his shoulders at them both. "Oh well, your loss." he said with a smile.

Jon paid for their meal and they got up and Stewart gave Jon a nice friendly hug before turning to Ali and grabbing her and hugging her tight, maybe a little too tight, but he didn't care, he could always blame the alcohol if anyone said anything. He thanked them for the plesant evening and headed out to his car.

Stewart drove home that night thinking about Ali in that little black dress she was wearing, those heels that perked up her ass just right, and her beautiful breasts that were practically hanging out of that dress. Before he knew it his cock and engourged with blood in his pants as he drove.

"Well I guess it's a night alone for the two of us...." Stewart said as he looked at his right hand and just sighed. It was too late to get any kind of professional help with this problem. Maybe he could call a service tomorrow night. He wondered if his favorite escort service was still in business here in his home town, TGF Escort Agency.

 

[mirandavillere]

As expected, Jon kissed her goodnight and went to bed. He'd be up at 5 to get a workout in before going into the office at 7. She watched TV and drank another glass of wine and couldn't even work up the enthusiasm to play with herself. Any doubts she had been clinging to about her choice were gone. This was just an unacceptable way for her to live, she thought. All the luxury in the world didn't matter if she was lonely all the time.

When she woke up the next morning, long after Jon had gone to work, she made coffee and checked her email. There was one from TGF, inquiring about her availability that evening. It startled her that it had happened so quickly, and she had to think, but in the end it was easy. She could sit around the house and eat dinner alone and get a kiss from Jon between when he came home at 10 and when he went to bed at 10:15, or she could leave a note saying she was at her sister's and go meet some total stranger.

At 9, she was walking up the front steps of a typical suburban house in a slightly down neighborhood. She had been expecting something a bit richer, but she smiled and reminded herself she wasn't in it for the money. She pushed the doorbell and took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She had worn a burgundy silk cocktail dress and matching pumps for the occasion, that just reached the top of her black thigh highs. The pushup bra was black lace and strapless, like the dress, and she wore a matching thong that was already wet. Her anticipation and also her fear had only made her more and more aroused. She looked around at the neighborhood as she waited for her client to answer the door. It was quiet. Everyone was inside, curtains closed, the blue light of TVs illuminating most windows.

The lock turned and she put on a sultry smile.

 

[bluepen85]

Stewart came home that night and immediately fixed himself another drink and signed online to find himself some porn to watch. He knew his life was pathetic, he knew that he may always be alone and never find himself a woman to have as his own, but he didn't care. He began watching a scene between this buxom blonde and a well hung man who was pounding her like crazy. Stewart pulled out his cock and began slowly stroking it, but he couldn't concentrate on what was on his computer screen, his thoughts kept drifting towards Ali and that outfit she had been wearing that night. It didn't take long for him to cum as he thought about her and what he'd love to do to her.

Stewart felt a little guilty about thinking of his best friend's wife while he pleasured himself as he cleaned up. What he doesn't know, won't hurt him.... he rationalized to himself as he climbed into bed that night and fell asleep.

The next morning the first thing Stewart did when he woke up was call the Escort agency, he was in luck they were still in business. The woman on the other end of the line asked Stewart what type of women he preferred, his thoughts drifted towards Ali once again. "I'd like someone that's blonde, tall, has a very nice rack, and in their mid to late twenties." he told her. The woman said they would send someone out to him tonight and hung up the phone.

Stewart spent all day at home, wondering who his mystery woman would be. He didn't have any other plans that day so he tried to preoccupy his mind with television, but time seemed to pass so slowly. Finally around 9 o'clock he heard his doorbell ring. Stewart had been through this many times, but he still got nervous when meeting someone he was about to pay to fuck him every time. He walked up to the door and turned the lock, opening it slowly.

"Why hello......Ali??!?!"

 

[mirandavillere]

For a second she just stared at him. Stewart. Jon's best friend. She started to tremble a little. She couldn't believe it, though she had suspected that he used pros, from things Jon had said. She just couldn't believe the impossible bad luck that would bring her here, on the very first night she was trying this new hobby. She didn't know Stewart that well, but it was still too well. He knew Jon, and that was not part of the plan.

"I think I'm at the wrong place," she mumbled, and turned, starting to walk down the drive, but then he said her name and she stopped. She turned back to face him and took a deep breath.

"Stewart," she said, her voice shaking a little, no matter how she tried to control herself. "I'm going to go away, and we're going to forget this ever happened."

She hesitated though. She had to make sure that he was on board with her, that Jon wouldn't find out. "OK?"

 

[bluepen85]

Stewart was stunned, he couldn't believe it when he opened the door and there stood the woman that he had been fantasizing about the night before, and my god did she look good. Her tight fitting dress, those heels, and her breasts, Stewart's cock twinged with anticipation in his pants as he looked Ali over. But wait, he couldn't go through with this....this was his best friend's wife.

Then it struck him, she wasn't hear as a friend, she was here as an escort...so either Jon knew about her lifestyle choice....or.....she was going behind his back to earn a little extra on the side. That's when he heard her speak and it snapped him back to reality.

"Stewart...I'm going to go away, and we're going to forget this ever happened."

He looked at her dumbfounded for a minute and then asked for confirmation that he had heard what she said. He looked at her and smiled. "I don't think I'm going to let you just leave Ali, what would your bosses say at the agency?" he said to her as he took a step out on the porch and motioned for her to come towards him. "At least come in here and talk to me and explain exactly what you're doing here and why when I call for an escort my best friend's wife shows up on my door step."

Stewart swung his door open and waited for Ali to come inside, there was no way he was going to let this opportunity pass him by, he was way too horny from thinking about it all day, he had to get some kind of satisfaction that night...

 

[mirandavillere]

She stood there, glaring at him for a long moment. Her instinct was still to leave. She knew that Stewart wouldn't want to hurt Jon, and since nothing had happened, maybe she could just say she had stopped by to see how he was settling in. When push came to shove, Jon would want to believe her, and it would be her word against Stewart's.

But if Stewart called the agency, she would never get another job from them. Her plan was probably ruined, true, but there was still a chance that she could save it. If she could save it, she realized, she could still get laid. Maybe not tonight, but another night, so long as she kept Stewart from calling them.

She sighed, and walked back up the path. Surely he would understand that she was just frustrated and that there was no reason to tell Jon. As he pulled the door closed behind them, she looked around the house. It was dreary. Stewart was still halfway living out of boxes, and it gave her a glimpse of how bad things had been for him, when his business crashed and he was forced to come back here with his tail between his legs.

"You know how Jon is," she said. "He works so much, it's like there's no time for me. I love him. I know how that must sound, but it's true. I ... I thought I could do this and it would give me what I need without any risk of an emotional involvement. Please Stewart. If he finds out, it'll crush him."

 

[bluepen85]

Steward stood there as Ali glared at him. He knew she really didn't have a choice but to come in, and she was probably standing there and figuring that out as well. With a heavy sigh he saw her walking back up his porch and through his door. He followed her in and closed the door behind them, locking them in his humble home.

They stood there a moment in the foyer before she spoke, he looked at her as if he was really listening to what she was saying, but all he could think about was how she would look naked. Stewart knew that he had Ali in a bind, he'd never want to hurt Jon, but he also wanted to get his. When she finally stopped speaking he put his hand on her shoulder and squoze it softly.

"Ali, I understand how it can be. When I was out west I lived the same type of life that Jon is living here, it's work work work all the time and hardly any time for a personal life. Only difference is, I was single, I had no one to come home to or take care of. He, on the other hand, has you at home. And if he's anything like I was, then he probably doesn't give you the attention you need correct?" he asked her looking up into her eyes.

"I won't tell Jon anything about what I've seen here tonight...." he paused, "IF we can work out some kind of an arrangement." he told her with a sly grin on his face as his eyes looked over her body that was covered in that tight dress. "You want to keep your husband and your new career don't you? Then I think we should go into the living room and sit down and discuss our arrangement."

 

[mirandavillere]

She bit her lip, following him into the living room as she thought over what he had said. It was all reasonable, she knew. He wouldn't tell Jon what had happened, that was the main thing. Whatever he said, she just had to agree with him. So she nodded, and he was right about Jon never being around.

For a minute, she almost thought he was going to be a good guy, and let it go. Then she saw the way that he was looking at her, and she shivered. Jon had always told her stories about how Stewart was with women, stories of how he manipulated, bought and scammed the girls that he used, and she knew he wasn't going to let her go without a price.

"Stewart," she said, her voice not nearly as confident as she would have wished. "I know things are pretty rough for you right now. My checkbook is out in the car. I can write a check for, say, five thousand dollars and we can just forget about it. It'll be out of my account, so Jon won't even know, and if he does ask, I can just say you asked for a loan."

She tried to smile confidently at him. Surely he'd take the money, wouldn't he?

 

[bluepen85]

Stewart followed Ali into the living room, watching her ass as he walked behind her. She always had such a wonderful ass, and he'd always wondered what it would look like without a bit of clothing covering it.

They reached the living room when Ali turned around and offered him $5,000 to just let things go. "You're going to pay me off to forget about this? I don't want your money, I'd only end up wasting it on more women and crap I don't need. That's why my business failed, I didn't know how to control my demons, spending my money on hookers and drugs and booze. I don't want your money." he told her as he walked her into the middle of the living room.

"No the arrangement I had in mind involved you following through on the commitment you made when you signed up with the agency. I'm a paying customer, and as such, I expect services for my money. I've already paid the agency over the phone, they've taken my money, so you can either follow through on your end of the bargain, OR I can call them up and tell them what happened and then I'll call up Jon and see what he thinks about your business decisions." Stewart sat down and looked up at Ali as she stood there.

"So what's it going to be Ali? Are you going to strip that skin tight dress off, or do I need to start making some calls?"

 

[mirandavillere]

She flinched away as he snapped at her, and told her about his demons. She hadn't meant to insult him, but money had seemed to be the easiest thing. Obviously, he didn't agree, and he was right. All he had to do was call the agency, and she was right back where she had been before, frustrated and lonely. And if he called Jon, that would ruin everything. It would be more than she could stand.

When he told her he had paid, and that he expected to get what he had paid for, she felt her stomach lurch. She could have thrown up right there in his living room, and she felt herself actually getting dizzy. Suddenly, she couldn't imagine how she had ever thought that escorting could be a good idea. She had always assumed that noone she knew would ever pay for sex, because they were good, normal people. But they all thought she was as well. Now she was trapped, and the only way out was to go through with it.

"It wasn't supposed to be anyone I knew," she whispered, but the look on his face made it plain that he didn't care. She blinked as her eyes started to water. She saw his cruel sneer as he looked her over. "You bastard."

She had no choice, though. She reached back and unzipped her dress, sliding it down slowly to reveal her lush figure and the beautiful lingerie she had picked for the night, expecting something very different. She stepped out of the dress and tried to look defiant, but tears were sliding slowly down her cheeks as she stood in front of him.

 

[bluepen85]

Stewart sat there on the couch and watched as Ali thought about her options, but he knew all along the decision she would make, she had to make it or her life would crumble. Even in the dim light in the room he could see her eyes start to water as if she was going to cry before she spoke to him.

"It wasn't supposed to be anyone I knew,"

"That's the risk you take Ali, that's not my problem. I'm the one you got and you'll have to deal with it." he told her coldly as he stared into her watery eyes. His eyes then began to follow her hands as they came up to the zipper on the dress and Stewart just grinned devilishly at her.

"You bastard."

"I'm a bastard? Me? I'm not the one out turning tricks behind my husband's back, I've done nothing wrong here. I simply paid for a service that I expect to get Ali." he replied back to her as she slipped her dress down her body and let it pool at her feet on the floor. Stewart looked her over like a piece of meat as she stood there in her underwear, her arms were folded under her breasts, but her eyes were now filled with tears as the slowly rolled down her face.

Stewart stood up, his erection hard to miss in his pants as it pressed against his zipper. "Good, now let's go up to the bedroom and finish taking off the rest and then you can help me get my clothes off." he said to her as he held out his hand and offered to lead her to his bedroom. He didn't know if she'd willingly go, but he was prepared to drag her up there, kicking and screaming if he had to.

 

[mirandavillere]

All she could do was scowl at him as she cried, softly. He was absolutely right, she had made this mess by herself. It didn't make him any less of a bastard that he was taking advantage of her this way, but the harsh tone in his voice made it perfectly clear that nothing she did or said would make any difference. He had her right where he wanted her. He was going to have his way with her, and there wasn't a thing she could say to change his mind.

She stared at him with loathing as he held his hand out to her. She turned away from it, walking past him to the stairs. She would do what she had to do, but she wasn't going to pretend that he was a gentleman. She unhooked her bra on the way up the stairs, letting it slip away from her breasts. They bounced as she went up the steps and down the hall, and she sniffled at the thought that Stewart was going to be the first man besides Jon to see and touch them since she had graduated high school.

She slipped her thong off and stepped out of it, exposing her smooth pussy to him as he followed her into the bedroom. The way he looked at her made her tears flow faster. He was such a creep, she could barely stand the thought of him touching her.

 

[bluepen85]

Stewart wasn't surprised when Ali scoffed at his hand and simply walked by it without a word. He just shrugged his shoulders and began following her up the stairs, anticipating what was to come when they reached the bedroom. He watched Ali's ass as she walked, it swayed slowly with each step she took as it poked out from around her thong she was wearing. He didn't think he was such a bastard as Ali had called him for doing this. He was just getting his, it wasn't his fault that she decided to do this and he just happened to be her first customer.

His eyes saw Ali's hands reach behind her back and unstrap her bra, letting it fall from her shoulders. He couldn't see her breasts quite yet, but he was very glad she was already willingly getting naked. Her thumbs came down and hooked into the waistband of her thong and pulled them down when they reached the top of the stairs. Stewart paused behind her as she bent over and stepped out of them, getting a glimpse of her smooth pussy from behind as she bent over.

"Just through that door on the right Ali." he instructed her as they walked down the short hallway and into the bedroom. Once inside Steward walked around to the front of Ali and took her all in. Her perky breasts, each adorned with a little pink nipple, he flat stomach, and her smoothly shaven pussy. His cock was now aching to get out of his pants. He reached down and undid his belt, followed by his button and zipper and let the pants fall to the floor, He placed his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and slid them down as well, exposing his hard erection to Ali for the first time. His eyes looked into hers and he could tell she was stealing glances at his manhood as it hung there.

"I think we should see how well you suck cock Ali...." he suggested to her with a sly grin.

 

[mirandavillere]

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, praying that she would wake up from this nightmare. She promised whatever God might be listening that she would be faithful to Jon, if only she could wake up, but when she opened her eyes, it was Stewart standing there, sneering at her with his cock standing up, pointing at her. She looked at it and felt sick. Not that it was a bad looking cock, but that she realized what a terrible mistake she had made, and she knew that cock was the price for her mistake.

"Please don't make me do this," she whimpered, but the way his eyes hardened was all the answer she needed. He held up the phone and she sobbed.

But she sank to her knees in front of him. A fresh rain of tears was pouring down her cheeks as she reached up and grasped the base of his cock in her fingers. She pressed her lips to the tip, smelling the thick male funk and wondering if he could have at least taken a shower. But he wasn't the sort of man who would care what a hooker thought of him, and that was what she had made herself into. She opened her mouth, sliding the head of his cock in, and began to sob silently as she bobbed her head back and forth.

 

[bluepen85]

He stood there with his erect cock exposed to Ali as she looked him over, she was being hesitant, he knew that she didn't want to get down on her knees in front of her husband's best friend and place his cock in her mouth, but he was going to make sure she did. His eyes stared her down as she whispered something to him, barely audible...

"Please don't make me do this,"

Stewart wasn't going to have any of that kind of talk or hesitation from her. He reached behind him and picked up his cell off the nightstand. He held it up to her as if to say, do it, or I'm calling. Her tears flowed freely as she reluctantly got down on her knees and took his member in her hand.

Her lips pressed against the head as he looked down at her, their eyes met for a moment and he simply nodded his head and told her to go on. She took his cock into her mouth slowly, her head stated bobbing up and down on him as he watched. He could see tears rolling down her cheeks as she knelt there in front of him.

Stewart tossed his head back and looked up at the ceiling as Ali's lips worked his shaft, he groaned softly every once in a while as he felt her tongue swirl around the head of his cock. Why in the world would Jon not come running home to this every night? he thought to himself as he enjoyed her lips on him. She was definitely skilled at using her mouth, but he knew that he'd stop her before he actually finished. Oh, no, that load was reserved for some place special.

"Mmmmm yeah, that's it you dirty little girl..." he moaned softly as she slipped more of his shaft between her lips. "Play with my balls while you do that..." he ordered her as his eyes turned back down towards her.

 

[mirandavillere]

As she slid her lips up and down his shaft, she closed her eyes and almost forgot where she was, and who she was with. For a moment, it was almost like she had gotten what she wanted, and she was sucking some stranger's cock, who would never know who she was or cause her any trouble. She was sliding him deeper, feeling the head nudge against the back of her throat. Her hand still gripped the base, and she realized how much larger he was than Jon.

Then his voice broke through, sneering and reminding her that it was Stewart, that he was blackmailing her. She wasn't enjoying it anymore, she looked up with her eyes still wet with tears, and saw him smirking at her as he looked down. He still had the phone in his hand, reminding her exactly what she was risking by disobeying him. She reached up with her other hand, cupping his balls and rolling them with her fingers as she bobbed her head, squeezing her eyes closed again as she felt herself seem to drown in humiliation.

She would have to see him, she knew. They would go out with Jon, and every time he looked at her, she would have to remember how he made her his whore. Even as she thought it, she knew what he would say, that she had made herself a whore.

Then she realized that it could be much worse than this. She sucked him harder, bobbing her head faster, slurping loud and wet on his cock. If she got him off with her mouth, he might let her go. It might be enough. She doubted it, but if she didn't try, he would almost certainly make it worse. After all, she had given quite a few blowjobs before she met Jon.

 

[bluepen85]

Stewart groaned again as Ali picked up the pace on his cock, bobbing her head faster and sucking harder. He could hear the noises her mouth was making around his cock as she tried to get him off. Then it struck him, she WAS trying to get him off. She WAS trying to make this the only thing she had to do to him, at least that's what he figured she was hoping.

His hand reached out and grabbed her head to stop it from bobbing on his cock. He pulled his rigid member from her lips with a small pop as she continued sucking, trying to keep him in as he pulled back. He looked down at her and shook his head, "You're not getting away that easily Ali, one simple blow job is not what I paid for." he told her callously as he continued to hold her head back from his cock.

"I want you to get up on that bed and show me that pretty little pussy of yours. I want to make sure you're nice and wet for me." he told her with an evil grin. He let her head go and lifted her off her knees and waited for Ali to lay down on the bed for him as he instructed her.

 

[mirandavillere]

She strained to reach his cock with her lips when he first pulled her head off. Only when she heard his voice, cruelly telling her she was going to have to pay for her mistake, did she fully remember where she was. For a few minutes, it had just been A cock, not HIS cock, and she had actually been enjoying herself. She felt her face redden and her bitterness overwhelmed her, but there was a cruel thread of shame in it now.

"I hate you," she whispered as she crawled onto the bed. She might have hated him, but for the moment, she knew she didn't dare disobey him. She lay back, with her face turned away, and opened her legs. Her fingers reached down to gently caress the soft lips of her pussy, and found what she had been afraid of. Despite her anger and her loathing of this man, her body had grown aroused at the sight, feel and taste of his cock. Her pussy was soaked, and droplets of her juices trickled down between her asscheeks.

She sobbed again, in humiliation. He couldn't possibly not notice, and she knew that to a man like him, that would be all the vindication that he needed. Her pussy was giving him a green light, even though every inch of her heart wanted to escape and get out. Her thighs fell open as she went limp on the bed. Maybe he was going to fuck her, but she didn't have to let him see her enjoying it.