As the days passed and the time for my assignation with Mr Harris drew nearer, I found myself wondering more and more about this strange man. He was not at all attractive, quite unattractive in fact; he was overweight, he was shabby. Some men grow old with dignity and gain a patina of sophistication and experience that can be most alluring; he was simply old, in the untidy way of someone who has let himself go.And yet he...

Rosie, who was my “Madame” at Marchmont Ladies, had just introduced me to the pleasures of anal sex; far from being the uncomfortable experience I had expected, it turned out to be a delightfully enjoyable way to have sex, and I couldn't wait for her to take me to the next stage so that I'd be ready to take a real cock up the ass.But for now we were idly cuddling and stroking and it was nearly time for me to go. As I was...

My summer job as an escort for Marchmont Ladies was going much better than I could have expected: I was getting very well paid for hanging out with some interesting clients and the sex had turned out to be very enjoyable too. If my life as a student resulted in nothing but a dead-end, I now knew that I had a profitable line of work to fall back on. I might have trouble explaining to friends and relations that I was in eff...

My sham of a marriage was finally over. My useless husband had decided that as soon as I reached the magic age of thirty he needed to look for a younger model. So when he finally admitted that he was screwing his nineteen-year-old secretary, I just snapped and kicked him out. The relief was palpable. But even though he had not treated me like a woman for some time, I found, much to my annoyance, that I missed having male...

You may remember how a few days after my assignment with Geoff and Anna, the couple in their mid-fifties, Rosie (my Madame, as I was beginning to think of her) sent me a picture by email; it was of me straddling Anna's face. Geoff must have taken the picture while I was unaware but it looked amazing: my black-stockinged legs astride her face, my red choker looking so slutty, as Geoff's cum dribbled from my cunt onto her w...

A few days had passed since my first assignment for Marchmont Ladies, the elite escort agency run by Rosie out of her tenement flat. It had been exciting for me to act out a role for the client, Ian, so that we could make his business contact, Geoff Granger, mellow enough to sign the contract which would send a lot of work Ian's way. And all I'd had to do was flirt a bit and give the old man a blow-job; what could have be...

Hey girls, come on in. Just the three of you, right? The lovely bride-to-be and her two bridesmaids; you having fun on your hen night, sweetie? It's Abigail, isn't it? Oh, Abi, sorry – much better. And your two hot friends… Milly and Sam – great. Lovely to meet you all and I'm so glad you've decided to come here to Evelyn's private room for a special treat you'll never forget.I know, hen-nights can be so embarrassing some...

Needless to say, Rosie offered me a job at Marchmont Ladies, the upmarket escort agency which she ran out of her tenement flat. And of course I was happy to accept, if a little apprehensive as to what to expect; glossy brochures and easy words are all very well, but reality can be quite messy, and who knows what sort of man I'd have to pretend to like.Still, the money was excellent. I'd earn enough in one assignation to p...

Hi, baby. Evelyn here, your hot Asian girlfriend. I wanted to talk to you about something, so make yourself comfortable – maybe take a seat on the couch opposite me, take your shoes and socks off, just relax while I settle in.I'm on the chair facing you. That's right, sitting primly here with my knees together. I'm in that favourite little skirt you like so much, the short blue tartan one – yes, I can see you looking at i...

With the long vacation looming and still no sign of a job to see me through to the start of next term (see my post “Misbehaving” for the story behind that), I put out a few feelers among my friends to see what they could suggest. Some of them had indeed struck lucky with internships or work experience packages, but disappointingly nearly everyone else had had to resort to supermarket or coffee-shop jobs. I needed some wor...

Rushing through the station and onto the platform, I'm holding Evelyn's hand as we make a dash through the crowd to catch the train before it leaves. We are laughing and acting like two school girls, giggling hysterically.We lunge into the first carriage just before the doors close, and then weave our way forward. Normally, any seat is fine on these trains, but after a weekend in the sweaty dusty - lusty - fields of my un...

Tessa and I came down to join Megan and Jack in the kitchen for the evening meal. We had to leave early the next day and were already feeling sad that we couldn't stay longer. Even though our visit to the farm had been such a short one, we had managed to pack a lot in, and to grow in our own sexual awareness.Megan was still at work, getting some vegetables ready to go with the casserole. “So,” she said. “have you girls en...

After Uncle Jack's mid-morning story-telling session, Tessa and I spent most of the day strolling companionably around the farm, enjoying the unhurried pace of things. At one point we ran into Tony, but he was genuinely busy and said no more than a hurried hello. Alone together like this we behaved just like any other couple newly in love, catching up on our past histories, laying down new histories of our own, basking in...

After a night whispering sweet nothings in each others' ears, snuggling up close and generally bathing in the warm afterglow of our evening of passion, Tessa and I woke late and came down to breakfast happy and relaxed. The farmhouse kitchen was deserted, as her uncle and his wife were obviously out working – you do forget how early and late farm work can be, especially if you're just a city girl like me.We were on our se...

When Tessa and I got back to our room later that evening – or technically, earlier the next morning - we were both exhausted from our hot work-out with Tony.“Oh, girl, I am so bushed,” I said. “But wasn't he such fun?”“He was great – I loved watching him fuck you. It was such a turn-on and the first time I've ever been in anything like a threesome. And you! My god, girl, you were so hot I thought you'd burst into flames....