I Ubered to my auction carrying several outfits in a garment bag. I wore jeans and babydoll T-shirt in case someone wanted to fuck the girl next door.

Nicolette ushered me into makeup as soon as I walked in. Within an hour she had me presentable. I wore a beautiful emerald green velvet corset with black lace accents and matching green pumps, black thigh high nylons, and panties with garter straps attached.

“I don’t look like a virgin,” I observed in the mirror, a high class hooker from an Elizabethan boudoir looked back.

“We could show them a picture of your hymen and let them bid,” snarked Nicolette, “but we’ll get higher bids showing off the attractive packaging that silly flap of skin comes wrapped in.”

“Silly flap of skin,” I repeated, giggling quietly.

“Silly and profitable,” she added, “thanks to our obsession with purity and virgins.”

She took me down the hall into a bedroom with severe modern decor, lots of whites and grey neutrals accented here and there with splashes of black and deep red. She seated me on a light grey, almost white, blocky leather settee. On a little rolling table about four feet In front of me purched a laptop with a video camera clipped to the screen. Nicolette tapped the keyboard, waking it up. I could see a small version of myself on the screen. The settee and the wall behind it were almost washed out by my dark outfit and shiny brown hair.

“Wow, I really pop-out,” I said, lamely.

“Old fashioned corset on a modern couch, brunette in frilly green and black lingerie against an austere neutral white background, soft round curves sitting on hard square furniture...”

“Slutty outfit, virgin girl,” I completed.

“Exactly,” she said, “Contrast. To remind them they’re buying a virgin they can fuck like a whore.”  

Nicolette adjusted the light level while I preened for her. Satisfied with the lighting, she adjusted me and explained the remote viewing setup.

“When it’s time, we’ll turn it on so they can see you. You won’t see them, but we have mics on both ends, so you can hear their questions and orders,” she said.

“What kind of orders?” I asked.

“Mostly it’s to move around so they can see you. They might ask about your personal life. They might ask you to pose, or act like a whatever fantasy they want filled,” she said. Sternly she added, “even if they ask, don’t undress, masturbate, or stick anything in your mouth.”

“Just say 'no'?” it seems wrong somehow.

“Deflect, instead," she said, shaking her head. "It’s a skill you’ll need to learn quickly. Be coy, flatter them, whatever. Just get the point across without being negative or saying ‘no’, outright.”

“They want to see personality so you be Alanna,” she said, emphasizing my stage name, “Bell is back home doing homework, and Alanna doesn’t know her. She can be anyone.” 

--

Their questions and requests sounded quaintly innocent after the cum drenched weeks of sodomy I'd just experienced. The first question regarded the genuineness of my breasts. What else! They asked how I was doing, how I liked my outfit, if I was a virgin, how old I was, if I was nervous, was I eager. All things banal, they asked.

I turned around for them, wiggled my butt, leaned to the side, leaned forward and open my mouth to the camera so they could count my teeth, I guess. One guy wanted me to do a cheer. I channeled Cindy as best I could. Who has a fantasy about a brunette cheerleader? Seriously. 

Another wanted me to pull down my panties so he could see if I was really shaved. I offered to show him my bald pussy if he had the highest bid. I almost screwed up and mentioned he could always pay for my services after. The point was to pay the most now. Discounts wouldn’t do. 

A woman asked the strangest question of the whole session: was I a good girl? She asked me like a queen asks her slave, or toy poodle. Wierdly, this was the only real question. The only one I had to think about. I decided to respond as coyly as I could, saying: I tried to be but, sometimes I was bad. I tried to blush as I turned demurly away from the camera. 

Eventually the little red light on the screen blinked off. The show was over. In an unseen room, the bidding began. I wouldn't witness it, sadly.

--

Nicolette dragged me to the dressing room again just a few minutes later.

“Well?” I asked. I wanted to know what I was worth.

“You did well in the interview,” she said. She grinned at me, “You were a very good girl, Alanna!”

“Stop teasing me, NIcolette,” I said.

“You did well in the auction too,” she added with a smile, enjoying her secret.

“Gah!”

“Okay, okay! A hundred and eight.” 

“Dollars!” my stomach dropped.

“Grand. A hundred and eight grand, you dumb cow,” she mocked. With relish she added, “A three way bidding war! We started at fifty, inside a minute you were at eighty. You beat the last girl by twenty percent.” 

I would get a quarter of that, minus tax. I sat in stunned silence as Nicolette removed and reapplied my makeup with a lighter touch, no false eyelashes. She got me out of the corset and lingerie and into a cute sleeveless shift style cocktail dress with dark blue floral print. The dress only came down to my upper thigh so I went bare legged, sexy nylons and garters were out. I got to wear my favorite strappy Jimmy Choo sandals, though. 

“You’re going to dinner and then to a home for the night,” she said. I just nodded. “I don’t like sending fresh girls off site, but I really can’t do otherwise at that price. I know you can handle a lot, but do what you’re comfortable with and if anything goes south take off your watch, we’ll come get you.”

She put my ‘Alanna’ gear in a small purse and handed it to me. 

“Your buyer requested a sexy good girl, not a slut,” she offered, “at least not until you’re alone. Are you ready?”

I nodded and she took me out to meet my first, and best paying, client which turned out to be senatorial looking older woman.

“Alanna, meet Valerie,” said Nicolette, “she will be your client for the next twelve hours.”

I’d expected a guy. Valerie greeted me with a smirk, she’d seen my hastily hidden surprise. I’d already fucked up. After a bit of conversation and a farewell between the two women, we departed. A sleek black chauffeured benz of some kind met us at the curb. As I got in, my stomach flipped. I was really doing this.

“How old are you really, Alanna?” my client asked, as the car pulled away from the curb.

“Twenty-one,” I said. Be consistent, Nicolette had said. I’d told the bidders I was Alanna’s age.

“You’re as much twenty-one as I am,” she said. She fixed my with a serious gaze, “tell me.”

“I’m not suppos-”

“Tell me,” she interrupted.

“Sixteen,” I said. What a pushover I am.

“Ha,” she leaned her head back, “I guessed closer to eighteen.”

“I’m ahead of the curve, I guess,” I said.

“Oh yeah,” she agreed. “No one thought you were twenty-one. Made bidding fierce.”

“I don’t mean to pry,” I said, “Why would you want a virgin?”

“Pfah, I don’t. Why virginity is valued so highly is beyond me. Maybe they love conquer-”, she trailed off. “It’s absurd, really. Don’t you think?”

I shrugged. “For that much money, I’ll agree with most things.”

“Hmm. Tell me, really. Are you really pure?”

“I’m a virgin,” I said, no need to point out how much cum I’d swallowed in the last two weeks.

“Perfect, then,” she said. “Ted will love you.”

“Your husband?” I asked. Thinking of Oz and Nicolette, I asked, “Are you going to join or watch?”

“Hmm, pure but not too innocent, then,” she smiled at me appraisingly. “You’ll have to do better with Ted. You’re his surprise birthday gift from me. This in one gift I don't want to watch my husband unwrap.”

I had nothing to say to that. Having established the rules, Valerie seemed content to sit back and watch the scenery fly by. The awkward silence left me time to think. Obviously she wouldn’t be participating, so how would that work out after introductions? Would she gift me and leave? This was a date and an overnight stay, would she be on the date and then leave after? 

Valerie answered my questions soon enough, when the car pulled into a side street in hilly North Beach. Looking out the window, I could see the neon sign for a restaurant; Bix, my obvious destination.

“Alright dear, this is your stop,” said Valerie. She handed me an envelope, the kind birthday cards come in. ‘Ted’ was written on one side in a neat scrawl. “For him.”

“What does he look like?” I asked, taking it. “What should I tell him?”

“Ask the maitre'd to take you to Ted ______’s table. Hand Ted the envelope, it should take care of the rest,” she explained pleasantly. “Now, good bye Alanna.”

Before I got out I had one more question. “What if you hadn’t won the auction?”

“Well, there’s always other girls in stock,” she explained. “Some cute innocent looking thing would deliver that envelope in any case.”

The door closed and the benz rolled quietly away. It occurred to me I could call an Uber right then and stop this. But.. the money. I’d be making so much. And getting a proper fucking for once. I creamed a little.

Bix is an elegant two level warehouse like space, but posh, with a live jazz pianist accompanied by a bassist playing quietly in one corner. The hostess took me up to the balcony, which ran along the back wall giving views of the bar and the musicians. I searched the faces of the men at each table as we approached. With each face, I wondered, 'could I fuck him?' And then we would pass by, and I would be relieved. I hadn't seen any men I wanted to sell my cherry to. Finally we approached the last table where a man sat, back to me. The hostess waved me on. I thanked her and screwed up my nerve.

“Hello, Ted,” I said, as I walked into his view. The man looked up at me with curiosity that quickly transformed into intrigue. He’d expected his his wife and got me, instead. His eyes dilated and he smiled widely. It’s always gratifying to see a man’s attraction so clearly. I handed him the card, suggestively adding, “Valerie says 'Happy Birthday'.”

I sat down across from Ted as he opened the card, a look of complete astonishment on his face now. Ted wasn’t a bad looking man. Steel grey hair, strong jaw and nose, blue eyes. I could imagine Valerie and he posing handsomely for a family portrait. I could imagine this man being my first. A bubble of tension burst inside me. I exhaled and smiled.

He put the letter aside and stared at me for a long moment.

“I’m Alanna,” I said, finally.

“Um, yes... Ted. I’m Ted. And you’re Alanna,” he repeated nervously. Maybe this was his first time, too. “I have to ask, do you know what the letter says?”

“Well, I know why I’m here,” I said, remembering Nicolette’s advice on negatives. I could see he wanted me to elaborate. “I’m your birthday present from Valerie.”

“Hrm, exactly what kind of present are you?”

“The kind that stays for breakfast,” I said. The insinuation turned me on, I squirmed a bit in the chair.

A server dropped by with a martini for Ted. He asked me if I knew what drink I wanted. I hadn’t read a drink menu, so I asked for sparkling water.

“Let’s order,” said Ted, picking up his menu. I perused the selections. “Alanna, are you old enough to drink?”

“I’m your present, Ted. How old do you want me to be?” I asked, turning the tiring question around on him. 

He blushed furiously. Valerie said I’d be perfect for him. Virginal and young, then.

“I’m sixteen,” I said, helpfully. “I just got my license.”

“Thank you,” he said, obviously relieved he didn't have to ask me to play schoolgirl. He cleared his throat, “and, you’ll do anything?”

“Within reason, yes.” I gave a perky shrug, trying to keep it light. What icky thing did he want to do with a school aged girl?

“Any fantasy?” he asked, his voice deep. Again I nodded, trying to look encouraging. This guy seemed more sweet than icky. “Then call me ‘Daddy’.”

“Anything you want, Daddy!” It occurred to me he didn’t know I was a virgin and in a moment of pure inspiration, I added, “you know I always do what you ask. I’m a good girl.” 

Ted leaned back, relaxing for the first time. His blue eyes were dilated and almost complete pupil black, now. Jackpot. Ted had a massive hardon, I didn’t need to see it to know. ‘Daddy’ wasn’t so sweet after all. On the plus side, I knew what the guy wanted so I played it.

“Daddy, school lunch sucked. I’m super starving,” I said, picking up my menu.

“Ehrm, yes, I like the...,” he started describing the menu. We order food and drinks. I had a sprite, just like a good girl would. 

After the server took our order, Ted asked me about my school day. I channeled Jasmine this time, to avoid personal questions. She was rich, like this guy’s daughter would be, and smart and innocent. I made up names of other friends, but I talked about all Jazzie’s school subjects. Ted ate it up.

I laughed. I was a girl, playing a prostitute, pretending to be a more innocent girl.

“What’s so funny, sweetie?” he asked. 

“Oh,” I took a sip of water, thinking. I needed explain my laugh. So I made a story about Ken running into a pole as he walked by me in P.E. I don't think I've ever met a person named Ken.

“Why was that?”

“Distracted. You know-” I shimmied my shoulders back and forth making my breasts sway.

Ted cocked an eye, looking stern, “And what were you doing?”

Jealousy. How did he want this to play out? I decided to be bad, nineteen-fifties bad. 

“Jumping jacks,” I said. Then I thickened the plot as innocently as I could, “You know we’ve been going steady since after New Year, Daddy.”

“Yes, of course,” he improvised. I could see him enjoying his role as much as I was. “Alanna, is Ken doing anything he shouldn’t?”

“Whatever, do you mean?” I asked, trying not to affect a Scarlet O’Hara accent.

“I mean, is he trying anything you don’t want him to? On dates.”

I blushed and looked away, “well, he tries.”

Ted feigned appropriate outrage.

“But Daddy, I always tell him I’m saving myself for someone special.”

If felt cheesy to say, but Ted sat back again, like before, genuinely astonished and turned on. He wanted young and taboo and virginal. Did the card from his wife say I was a virgin? 

“That’s good to hear, Sweetheart,” he said, finally.

I ate lightly, he did, too. I guess we both knew what would be happening later. We didn’t stay for dessert. Ted lived nearby, so we walked. 

“I’m cold, Daddy.” I only had the slip dress to keep me warm in the cold night.

Ted pulled me close, arm around my back, hand on my waist. More friendly than a father should be, but not outrageously so. He lived in a three story modern monstrosity on the North side of North Beach. From the entrance, we walked up three flights of stairs to the main living area. There was a forty foot wide floor to ceiling window giving us an unobstructed view of the Wharf, piers, and Bay Bridge.

“Woah,” I said, looking at more than the view. I’d browsed enough furniture catalogs to know the couch facing the view cost at least fifteen thousand dollars. The chandelier over the six thousand dollar marble dining table went for either four or six grand, depending on the length. All that in one room of a three story house overlooking the city.

I caught myself gawking, out of character. Alanna, his daughter would be familiar with all this.

“The view always takes my breath away, especially at night, Daddy,” I said, trying to remain in character.

Ted walked over to the bar to pour himself a drink by the glow of the city lights, he hadn’t turned any interior lights on. He could hardly fix his daughter one, but we needed to move this from protective father and sweet daughter to family taboo time. Ted didn’t seem to be pushing it, after all, he didn't put his hand on my ass when he had the chance on the walk 'home'. 

“Daddy, can you pour one for me, too?” I asked. A daughter would need courage to seduce her father. “Just this once.”

Ted gruffly informing me this drink would indeed be a one time thing. What a good dad.

We sat, comfortably apart on the couch, looking out at the view in silence. Ted seemed as in awe of it as I was, even though it had to be familiar. Still, he wasn’t pushing me.

“Daddy?” I asked, after a stiff swallow of whiskey burned down my throat.

“Hmmm,” he said.

“I forgot to buy you a birthday present, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, sweety. Your company is enough.”

I bet! 

“I do have one thing I can give you,” I said. The faintest smile turned Ted’s lips. “I’ve been saving it, in fact.”

“What’s that, honey?”

“It’s so embarrassing,” I said. “I’ve been telling Ken I’m saving myself for someone special.”

“That’s good, sweetie,” he said.

“I can’t think of anyone more special than you, Daddy.”

Not for that price, I added silently.

“What are you saying, Alanna?” he asked, gruffly, playing hard to get.

I set my drink down and scooted closer to him, one hand on his knee, face closer to his, looking up slightly.

“I can't buy what I want to give you,” I whispered, trying not to smirk at my own joke. He exhaled abruptly. Our eyes were a foot apart. His were all pupil again. “I’m a virgin. I want to give you my cherry, Daddy.”

I leaned forward, sitting up just a bit to get my lips closer to his. He leaned into it, so close. I licked my lips, swallowing, “will you let me, please?” 

It was all he could take. He leaned the rest of the way to kiss me gently. He tasted smokey, like the whiskey. Wrapping me in his strong arms, he kissed harder. I kissed back. I snaked my arms around his back. He pushed me back and got on top of me. 

By my count I’d fucked eleven men and two women, but I’d never made out with anyone, never taken someone else’s clothes off, never really made love. This wasn’t love, but it felt good. We necked in that position until I couldn’t take it anymore.

Not even caring to play a part anymore, I started groping at his shirt, pulling it up to get my hands on his skin. He tugged at my dress, too, pulling it up enough to get to my panties which he ripped from my hips.

“Oh, Daddy!” I said.

“I want to taste you,” he said, diving between my legs.

Ted used just his tongue to get me off.

“Do I taste good Daddy?” I asked as I came.

“Mhm,” he mumbled. Apparently, I did, he wouldn’t stop. I could feel his fingers parting my labia. I put my hand down to stop him.

“Wait, Daddy,” I exclaimed.

Ted stopped, obviously upset, and too involved to play the game anymore. I kept my head, turned on as I was.

“I saved it for you, I told you. Don’t spoil it with fingers.”

“Oh, sweetie,” he said. He backed off, looking surprised. I couldn’t tell if he believed me or if he was just getting back into the game.

I stood up to pull my dress off. I did so artlessly, it seemed more authentic than putting on a show. I only wore a bra and my Jimmy Choo’s, now. I decided to leave the bra for ‘Daddy’ to unwrap later. Meanwhile, it was my turn to be on top.

I pushed Ted back and down, straddling him uncomfortably on the couch, looking down at him. I grabbed his shirt and tore it open, sending buttons flying. I leaned forward and kissed him as I ran my hands up and down his hairy chest. I bit and kissed my way down his torso, keeping my hands busy with his buckle and zipper.

Ted helped me get his pants down over his hips. He was hard and not so small but not too big, either. My first time wouldn’t be uncomfortable.

“Oh, Daddy,” I said for good measure, right before swallowing him. 

I might not have had practice kissing or known how to make proper love, but I did know how to suck a cock by that point. Ted groaned. I took him deeper in my mouth and then into my throat, never taking my adoring sweet eyes off his. He groaned again when I swallowed.

“Alanna, I’m…” he said. Before he could finish, he cock jerked in that familiar way. I sucked his cum out like a good girl would. “Oh, god, oh.”

Once he stopped shooting, I sat up, smacking my lips with satisfaction. Ted lay there panting, half dressed, looking up at me.

“That was so wrong,” he said. I didn’t know if he meant it as ‘Daddy’ or as a customer.

“It was perfect for me, Daddy,” I said. I wasn’t breaking character unless he gave me a clear signal. I shook my shoulders. “and you still haven’t opened your gifts yet.”

Ted sat up, leaned in, and kissed me on the lips.

“Are you sure you want to kiss me? My mouth is so dirty Daddy, after what I just did.”

“Ha,” he said, putting his lips against my neck. I felt a shiver as he sucked and bit me gently. I felt his hands around me, pulling on my bra strap, freeing my breasts.

“Ah,” I moaned in relief. He brought hands around to fondle his gifts.  

“They’re real,” he said.

“Of course they are, Daddy, you know that.”

He laughed, getting up then pulling me after him.

“Get your drink and come on,” he said, leading me by the hand down a flight of stairs, around a dark hallway and into another room lit by another huge glass window overlooking the bay. This room had a low modern king sized bed. I really didn't give a fuck who designed it or what it cost.

Ted pulled me over to the bed. I put my drink down on the bedside table while he pulled the bedspread back. He threw me onto the bed, but didn’t follow me down. Instead he walked into the bathroom off to the right of the bed. I took the opportunity to unbuckle and slip off my heels while he did- whatever. He walked out of the bathroom putting a blue pill in his mouth and wash it down with whisky. Then he pounced.

Viagra. Thank god. I wanted the fucking of my life and he needed all the help he could get. 

I helped him out of his clothes, which we made into a game. Not a lot of Daddy talk, just clean sexy fun. Then we made out again, completely nude, skin to skin. I could feel his hard cock grinding against me, wanting in. I wanted to let it in. I broke off from our kiss.

“Daddy, please, I need you in me,” I said. It sounded corny as fuck, but Ted loved it. He lifted up so only his cock touched my pussy. I looked up into his eyes, just inches above mine. He nodded.

I reached for his lovely cock and pushed it against my labia, getting it wet. I’d been teased for weeks, and now my pussy drenched him. I didn’t need viagra, or lube. I rubbed him back and forth and he pumped his hips, getting more than just the head wet.

“Ready?” he asked.

I pushed his cock firmly against me pussy, parting my labia, about a half inch of him inside me. Finally! 

“Yes, Daddy. Make me a woman.”

Corny, again. But effective. Ted thrust forward slowly as I guided him in, aching for it. There was a resistance. He pulled back and pushed, then did it again. Once more and he pushed through the barrier, all the way into me, with a stinging jolt. I tried not to wince.

Ted started thrusting, but I pushed him back for a look at his cock. I wanted to know if I was bleeding, and I knew he needed to see it, too. My client needed satisfaction. A bit of pink spilled along his cock, nothing like period blood.

“Oh,” I said. “Not as much blood as I thought there would be.”

“What?” he said, looking down now, as shocked to see a little blood on his cock as I was to see so little. I guessed Valerie’s birthday card to Ted hadn’t mentioned my hymen. 

“You’re a virgin,” he said, stupidly.

“Not anymore, Daddy,” I sing songed, staying in character. “I’m glad you are my first.”

Ted pushed his hips forward in a jerk, fucking his cock deep inside my bloody sopping wet pussy. We both cried out. I had a cock in me, finally. I moaned in pain and joy. Full of cock and paid richly for it. I came, hard and suddenly, “Oh.”

Fucking felt amazingly better than anal. And fucking for money instead of for practice, wow! I wrapped my legs around him and put my heels on his butt cheeks so I could lever myself up into his thrusts. 

“Harder, Daddy,” I said. “Use me.”

He groaned again and fucked me to his climax, passing several of mine on the way. 

“Oh, Daddy, come in my virgin pussy,” I yelled, when he got close. I really did want his come in me. “Fill me up, make a baby!”

That last improvisation came out of nowhere, surprising even me. It sent my client into orbit. He sprayed his little whore’s ovries good before rolling off me.

Viagra is a wonderful drug. Ted stayed hard, pointing up at the ceiling as he lay next to me panting. I rolled over halfway onto him, my leg cocked so his hardon touched my upper thigh. 

“Thank you,” I said. I didn’t add ‘daddy’ to it. Bell, Alanna, and his fake daughter were all really thankful. I could fuck all I wanted now, and get paid for it. 

“You really were a virgin,” he said softly. I nodded. “And the bit about making babies?” 

I shook my head. He laughed in relief, “Oh, thank god.”

“I don’t know what got into me, I guess I got carried away with my part,” I said.

“Yeah? Well, good job,” he said. “You blew my mind. I have so many questions. I mean, Valerie hired you, but you're a-”

“Shh,” I said. Complicating things with personal data or logistics really wasn’t fun or part of the job, not for me. We lay there in a comfortable silence for a time, me halfway on top of him, enjoying our shared experience as well as intimate contact, before he spoke again. This time about himself. 

“I want you to know, I don’t have a kid,” he said. “Even if I did I wouldn’t-”

“Shhh,” I put a finger gently across his lips again. “I’m your fantasy, not your priest. And Ted, that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

He laughed at my joke, then pulled me up for a kiss, intimate and real. It’s hard not to love someone a little when you kiss. This job could be as complicated as it was enjoyable.

“How else can I indulge you?” I asked, grabbing his cock gently and biting his lower lip.

“Have you ever,” he said. “In the ass?

“No,” I lied.

“Can I?” he asked sweetly.

“Yes,” I nodded.

“Won’t it hurt?”

“Do you want to hurt me, Daddy?” I whispered.

He did. He took me from behind. I tried to act scared. This time I channeled myself, from just three weeks ago, bent over Bete's desk. My feigned cry of pain got him going.

‘Ow,” I said, as he pushed his lubed cock in. For good measure, I added “Careful, Daddy.”

He groaned and pushed into me roughly, clearing getting off on it.

“Ow, stop Daddy. You’re hurting me,” I yelled.

“You deserve it Alanna, seducing me like that, acting like a slut.”

“But Daddy, I wanted to give you something special,” I cried.

“I’ll give you something special,” he said, seriously. I nearly laughed out loud. “Admit it, you’re a dirty slut.”

So this was the new game. I refused to admit being anything but a sweet daddy’s girl, crying out and mewling in pain with every cruel thrust of his cock. He called me all manner of names and declared me a whore. I was, of course.

When I finally reached under with both hands to plug fingers in my pussy and rub my clit, he said, “see, you’re a slut, Alanna.”

“No Daddy,” I cried. With fingers inside myself and his cock in my ass, I felt full and ready for a blistering orgasm. “I’m a good girl, always.”

Ted grabbed my hips roughly, almost bruisingly and thrust into me. 

“Admit it,” he yelled. 

“Ow, Daddy. Okay okay,” I cried. “I’m a bad girl, so bad.”

“That’s what I thought,” he said, easing up his grip and stopping. He hadn’t cum and neither had I. Time to reverse things.

“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please Daddy, punish me.”

He thrust into me, almost hesitantly.

“Oh, yeah,” I said. “That’s it Daddy. Fuck my ass. I’m your slut. Use your baby girl’s ass.”

We both came to the sounds of our thighs slapping together. Ted dumped his load into my ass and crashed on top of me. My ass and pussy were both still cramping from climax. I could feel his cock, still hard inside me, a human butt plug.

I giggled.

Ted rolled off me and out of me with a groan, leaving his cock pointing at the ceiling again. I wanted more, so I got back on my hands and knees and swung around to take his cock in my mouth. Remembering Nicolette’s advice, I crawled over one leg so I was between both and could make eye contact as I fucked his cock with my mouth.

“God, do you know where that cock’s been?” he asked.

“Mmt,” I said, “In my virgin ass.”

“Christ,” he said, as I sucked him back in my mouth. 

I bobbed on his cock for a minute until it was good and slick and a bit harder than before. When I was ready, I crawled up and mounted him, cowgirl style. He loved playing with my tits and I loved bouncing up and down on his pole. We tried a lot of different things, on the bed, in the shower, even anal sex with me smashed up against the huge window. I wondered what the neighbors would think. He didn’t come too much, but I sure did, and I could tell he liked being my stud.

After he passed out and softened, I went into the bathroom to take off my makeup and set my alarm. I’d never slept with a man. Being close and warm felt wonderful for about fifteen minutes, then I needed my own cooler space. My watch buzzed at six in the morning. Ted was still out, snoring cutely.

I put my makeup back on, found my clothes and ruined panties from up stairs and then crawled back into bed, waiting for Ted to wake up. I had to go by seven. By fifteen to, he still hadn’t woken, so I got up and dressed, bra, dress, and heels. I put my panties on his side table. After calling my Uber, I crawled back onto the bed and pulled his sheets back enough to see he cock, which I took in my mouth.

Mm, breakfast, I thought.

Ted got hard before his brain fully awoke. By the time he knew what was happening, I’d pulled my dress up and mounted him. His eyes fluttered open then shut as he yawned and stretched, lifting me up like an ocean wave lifts a surfer.

“Good morning,” I said.

He smiled and bit out the rest of his yawn. I worked my hips strongly on his cock and clenched him. He groaned, reaching under my dress for my hips. Once he had them, he helped me, pulling me onto him as I rocked my pelvis. His cock jerked rapid fire like soon after, filling my pussy with cum.

“That’s it, baby,” I said. “Feed my pussy.”

After he was done, I got off and cleaned him up with my mouth.

“Mm, breakfast,” I said, this time out loud but still unironically. Ted moaned in appreciation.

“I have to leave now, Ted,” I said getting up off the bed. “But I want you to know I’m going to walk around all day with your cum in my pussy. I can feel some of it leaked out, smeared between my thighs. It feels wonderful.”

He groaned and smiled. I turned to leave.

“Alanna,” he said. I turned to look at him. “In the side table drawer, something from Valerie. If I liked your work.”

The drawer contained a fat letter sized envelope, sealed. I took the envelope with a thank you nod. I opened it as discreetly as I could once my driver picked me up. Fifty Ben Franklin’s peaked out at me from the envelope’s confines. I asked the guy to make a detour to a Wells Fargo so I could deposit the cash in an ATM. I couldn’t stop smiling all the way home.

Back in Ariel’s Room

“And that’s the whole story, girls,” said Bell.

“So hot,” whispered Ariel.

“And over,” said Bell.

“I want to kn-”, began the redhead.

“Shh, I need sleep,” she said. “We can talk later.”

“Okay, night. And thank you.”

Bell grunted and turned on her side to sleep. As silently as possible Ariel turned to face Jasmine. Even in the dark, Jasmine’s eyes sparked with light. They closed when Ariel kissed her. The two girls made love, slowly, hands exploring hills and wonderful wet valleys, mouths locked, and tongues fencing. They’d both enjoyed Bell’s story, now Ariel wanted to make her own story with Jasmine.