After Work Excess (18 page)

“
Well show me then…”

I paused for thought; I really needed to get home as I knew that my parents would wander what had happened to me.

Not wanting to be seen as a ‘kill-joy’, or missing out on the £40 that he had initially promised me, I then asked “Anyway - where’s my bloody money?”

Warren swiftly pulled out the two £20 notes that he'd earlier withdrawn from the cash machine, passed them to me and I put them in my purse before finally conceding to his demands and submissively bent my head down for him. I held my blonde hair back as I drew closer, and already had my mouth opened widely, as if I was planning to
land on him
, rather than seductively going down onto his
dirty cock
.

I can’t remember much about the taste and feel of Warren compared to Steve, but what I did appreciate, was the fact that his pubic hair was cut really short. As the only person that I'd ever given a
blow job
in the past was Steve, I could recall that I was actually quite
put off
at the time, by the thick tightly curled hair that surrounded his cock.

For several minutes, Warren graciously enjoying me licking and sucking him, whilst he constantly ran his fingers through my long soft blonde hair. Eventually though he dared to
up the anti
, as he managed to work his nifty fingers into the waistband of my trousers and then into my to my plain sports knickers. I tried not to let his intrusion put me off my technique, as I continued to demonstrate that I knew what I  was doing, when it came to
giving head
. I also didn’t think that he could actually manage to reach far enough across me, in-order to get his finger up inside me, but he seemed more than content to gently stroke my neatly trimmed soft blonde pubic hair as he enjoyed the sensations that I was sending through his erect member.

“
I take it back, as you really do know what you're doing down there...” he called out. I felt vindicated, although I already knew that thanks to my previous sexual explorations with Steve, and after frequently browsing through my younger brother’s porn magazines, I knew what I was supposed to be doing when presented with an eager cock to suck.

Warren then suggested  that we should make an effort to get more comfortable and motioned for me to climb into the back-seat, where there was more room for the two of us. I knew that this session, which only started off as chance to
fool around
for a little bit, was now getting totally out of hand, I also looked through my steamed up window, feeling concerned that someone would see us and tap on the window to see what we were up to, but the car-park was deserted, so against my better judgement I eventually agreed.

We both climbed in the back, and I noted that the rear windows had steamed over properly by this stage. Warren leant into me straight away, kissing me, as he again began to fondle my pert breasts through my black work shirt.  As I lay back, to get a little more comfortable, he wasted no time in attempting to set about yanking my slightly unbuttoned trousers down and off, but I stopped him – catching his wrist, as I said, “Hey, no way! No..!”

He smiled like a thief caught with his hand
deep inside the cookie jar
, and relented, leaving them just as they were, balanced on the very edge of my hips, with my fly undone, revelling several inches of my plain fronted sports knickers. I grasped for his member once again, as he began to French kiss me in an overly passionate way. I stroked him furiously as he kissed me, all in a vain effort to make him ejaculate, but he had more stamina than I could handle, as he deftly managed to tease his hand into the front of my knickers and locate my undeniable wetness. I felt embarrassed, as I could already sense that I was incredibly wet, but as he began to rock his index finger back and forth, I could also hear the evidential squelch of my
sexual-state
as he probed me ever deeper. I hid my shame in our shared kisses, but at least he'd now be satisfied as he was finally getting the chance to
finger me
, as I wanked him with an increasingly firm wrist action. Of course, this was all in the continued hope that it would finally make him ejaculate, just like I used to do to Steve in the early days - after college.

He kept breaking away, to compliment me, telling me how incredibly tight I was
down there
, but I wasn't going to actually admit that I hadn’t had sex at all, since Steve, and therefore hadn't actually been touched in several months. Warren then asked me to stop wanking him before asking politely if I thought that we could  actually '
do it'
. I had sensed that this request might be coming, and so told him firmly, “No, I'm not going to have sex with you Warren, no.” 

“
Look I'll give you another £60, on-top of the £40 that I've just given you – So that's £100 just for doing something that your clearly already horny for Sammy?”

“
So you'd give me a £100 if I agree to
go all the way
..?”

“
No, I'll give you another £60, as you've had £40 off me already!” he laughed.

I thought for a moment, and then delivered my final decision, as I said “No, I'm sorry, I just can't – It's just not right,
especially for money
...”

“
You can't deny that you're feeling
horny
though,” he asked, as I noted that his finger was still deeply buried between my thighs, before he concluded with “just look at how wet you are for me?”

“
I know, but I just can't...”

We continued our mutual masturbation session, having agreed to disagree over the matter of sexual intercourse, but he had left me considering the money, as at just 18, £100 was a serious amount of money, but I knew that deep in my heart that it just wasn’t right.

With our evening looking like it was drawing to a natural conclusion, he made one last bid, to encourage me to change my mind, as he suggested that he could get the boss at the arcade to increase my hourly rate from the minimum of £4 per hour to £6.50 per hour on a permanent basis, if I agreed to have
sex
with him, just this once –
here and now
.

“
You can really do that?” I naively asked

“
Of course, you deserve it anyway..!” he laughed

I thought about his offer for a moment, and I knew that the pay rise really would make a big difference to me, so I got him to promise that he’d actually
do that
for me if I agreed. I was never going to admit it, but I was also
really wet
by this stage, at just the thought of having sex with such an
older guy
in a remote car-park so, without thinking too much about it, I eventually just said “Okay, deal...”

Before I knew it, my trousers had been unceremoniously ripped off along with my sports knickers, and his cock was soon desperately prodding at the entrance of my wet but tight entrance, as I lay there with my thighs parted on the back-seat. I asked him if he had a condom and although he said no, he gave me his word that he wouldn’t
cum
inside me, so I agreed as long as he promised me that he’d just do it for a bit and then pull out before he ‘
came
’. He then covered his cock with a liberal smearing of his own saliva and began to gradually inch it inside of me.

“
How fucking tight are you?” he commented, as he gently kissed my forehead, with just half of his cock inside me, as he fought his way in.

“
Well I haven’t had kids have I?” I replied, making a side-swipe to his overly-chavvy girlfriend, who always seemed to have at least two grubby kids by her side.

“
Are you
sure
that you’re not a virgin..?” he asked, as he struggled to get and further inside me.

Feeling as though he was calling my a liar, I said “I've had sex before, loads of times – with Steve.”

Eventually, after a lot of awkward posturing, he managed to get about three quarters of the way in and settled for that, before getting a good rhythm going as I held onto his slightly chubby and hairy bum for support. He went to try to remove my bra, but I told him it was staying firmly put,  as I was so self-conscious about my small, but pert breasts, which have thankfully nowadays blossomed into a proud C-cup.

He urged me to talk dirty to him, but I really didn’t know what to say to make this experience seem any more naughty than it clearly already was, so I just said, over and over again “Just
fuck me
Warren…”.

The feeling of his bare cock, thrusting deeply inside me was incredibly intense, and all the more so because quite unlike when I had first
made love
with Steve, this was
oh so forbidden
, for I worked for him and he already had a girlfriend. Just the thought that I should never have been doing this in a million years turned me on in such indescribable ways! I felt that with just a little more effort, that he could actually make me orgasm, just from the bizarreness of this situation. My repeated instruction, telling him to just
fuck me
seemed to work for him, although it cut my own personal pleasure short, as within about three minutes he withdrew suddenly, and began to shot his thick load of warm white semen over my belly and the base of my parted black work shirt.

After a little recovery time on both of our parts, he told me how gorgeous he had found fucking me, and explained how he’d love for me to do it all again with him next week, but I wasn't really listening, I just felt relieved that he didn’t actually
cum
inside me. I also quite pretty embarrassed that my belly was now covered in his filthy spunk and I was also worried about how I’d clean myself up, and the danger of it dribbling down further and into me. As I tried to piece together my clothes, and put my knickers back on, I was suddenly also extremely concerned about the amount of semen that had landed on my black shirt tail and how I would clean that off before my arrival back home, where my worried parents would no doubt be waiting for me! Thankfully, we used the serviettes from our MacDonald’s to clean off as much as we could before hopping back into the front so that he could drop me back to my parents.

As we drove along the deserted seafront, I suddenly realised that I didn’t have my other £60 that he'd said that he'd give me, for agreeing to let him
fuck me,
so I gingerly asked for it. He coolly said he didn’t have it on him, as he pulled over into the high street.

“
Well when am I going to get my £60 then?” I asked

“
I thought you were joking, you know - wanting even more money?” he laughed, before adding “I thought you
wanted
to have sex, just as much as I did?”

“
No. You said £60
and
a pay rise...!” I barked, with my blue eyes widened and quite obviously angry.

“
Okay, okay...!” he finally conceded, before we stopped at the cash point again on the way home, but he only returned with £20 stating he’d reached his daily limit and that he’d give me the other £40 once he got paid. What could I say, but to believe him, as we then sped off, and whizzed through the streets and back to my parents house, whilst sharing a
post-sex
cigarette, followed by an extra strong mint, as I thought of my excuses in case they were stood at the door waiting for me.

Once I was safely indoors, he speed off and my Dad came downstairs asking who that was in the noisy car. Even before I could reply, he immediately smelt the smoke on me, so I got well and truly told off! It was a small mercy to only get
told off
for the cigarette though, if he only knew the truth about what I’d really been up to!

I had to leave the arcade job a few months after that as it was obvious from comments that I kept hearing, that Warren had told all his mates what we'd done on that fateful evening, and it was only a matter of time before his horrible rough girlfriend would find out and come in to scratch my eyes out ,and pull my hair out in front of everyone.

That was over four years ago, and as you know, nowadays I work in a bank after just about scraping my way through my A Levels, but I occasionally walk past the arcade on my lunch break just so Warren can see me, all dressed up in my uniform and high heels, just to show him how well I’ve done for myself since that very first time that I accepted cash for sex.

By the way, I never did see the remainder of that money though, and in the end, that meant that I’d sold myself for the first time for just a measly £60. It did make me feel incredibly cheap, and to add to that, he also never managed to get me that
so-called
promised pay rise, which led to some very awkward shifts together over the next few months – and no further trips to the car-park!

Once again, I’m going to share one of my early sexual experiences, and in this chapter I was again 18 and all this occurred about six weeks after my first
non-official
first escorting experience at the beach car-park with Warren for just £60. After that initial
naughty experience
, I was left feeling quite pent up with something, I don’t know what exactly,  but looking back, I believe that Warren had ignited my
sexual hunger
for new and exciting experiences and I was left eager for another experience, not of the same kind, not for money, but this time for  for my own pleasure, rather for the need of some guy that just wants to make himself
cum
...