By Leia Mann
Copyright 2011 Leia Mann
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One Torrid Beginning
Past due utility bill notices, maxed out credit card statements, and a letter from a student loan collection agency lay scattered on the carpet. Looking down, Liz realized there was no way to conquer the dismal financial situation piled up around her ankles.
Liz was thirty-some years old and thirty thousand dollars in debt. Her pricey degree in anthropology hadn’t worked out as planned. The closest she’d ever been to a relic was dealing with senior citizens on her job as a receptionist at a nursing home. The same job that paid her little more than minimum wage, even with her advanced degree.
“Damn economy,” she mumbled while standing up and kicking the papers to the side.
Liz glanced at her Replica watch rip-off. It was 5:45 PM, just enough time to make it to Happy Hour at The Pourhouse. With a little luck, some guy would buy her a drink. If no one did, she’d still get to eat for free.
The Pourhouse was top on her list on bars that served free food during happy hour. They offered stuffed potato skins, chicken wings, and bowls of pretzels. Not exactly a balanced meal, but better than going hungry. She’d done that once too often in her life. Never again she’d decided — even if it meant scheduling a different happy hour event at a different bar every single night of the week.
Even with her frugal ways, Liz knew there was no way she’d ever get out of debt. Not as long as she worked at Sunshine Manor. They hadn’t given her a raise in three years. She couldn’t even afford a home Internet connection to search for a new job. The only time she could get on the World Wide Web was by holding her laptop near her apartment wall to steal free access from her neighbor’s service when he was online. And the worst was her cost of living continued to shoot up as her credit rating plummeted downward.
For the last three years, she’d tried in vain to open a business on the side. A little something that could skyrocket into a full time salary with benefits. Of course it had to be a business that could be opened for pennies. One she could establish with only a phone, flyers and business cards she printed off her home computer.
Her try at cake decorating business fell flat when Liz realized she had to have a business license and a commercial kitchen. Besides, she’d gain five pounds from sampling the batter for the two-dozen friends that were her only clients. When she attempted to make handmade soaps, she’d not only burned her hands with the lye but set off the fire alarm when she forgot to turn off the stove. When the building manager came to her door to complain, he asked what the nasty smell was. Yet, she kept hoping that some clever and profitable idea would fall into her lap. And if it did, no matter what it was she’d pounce on it.
Liz took one last glance in the mirror. Even in her miserable state of mind, she still managed to look hot. Her dark wavy hair fell perfectly over broad shoulders. The tight burgundy sheath dress she wore emphasized both her large breasts and small waist. And friends had told her that Kim Kardasian would kill for her butt. Odds were that someone at the bar would offer to buy her a drink, if not an entire meal.
“At least let him be interesting,” she prayed as she headed out the apartment door.
***
One hour later, Liz was sitting at The Pourhouse bar with not only the best looking man she’d even seen in her entire life, but also the most interesting as well.
While removing the mini yellow cocktail umbrella from her Mai Tai Liz said, “Let me get this straight, Max? You’re a male prostitute? You work six nights a week pleasing women? And on your only day off this week you’re trying to pick me up?”
“Yep,” the tall, dark and one-step beyond handsome hunk said. Max leaned back in the wooden chair, his hands crossed behind his head. His biceps were so large they fit tight against the fabric of his blue polo shirt. Even from her distance, Liz recognized the $300 shirt by designer Alexander Mcqueen. But then, anything other than a Mcqueen would have looked shabby next to the 18K gold watch the stud wore.
Liz took a long sip of her drink and asked, “And I take it you’re implying you want to have sex with me?”
He grinned wide and said, “Hell, I’m not implying anything. I’m begging you to have sex with me. Have you looked in the mirror lately? You’re beautiful. I can’t believe you walked into this bar alone.”
She didn’t want to tell him that when you’re hungry and poor you would do almost anything to eat.
“You want anything else?” he asked. “Another drink? More hot wings?”
Liz shook her head. She’d already downed 8 hot wings and a half-a-dozen loaded potato skins. Besides she wanted to keep her focus on what was in front of her. Something told her that this well-off, gorgeous man was about to change her life for the better.
“No, I want to hear about your business,” she told him. “Everything. Like how you got into it, and how you find your clients and…”
“Wait a minute, I don’t own the business. I work for a company just like you work for yours. What did you say you do for a living?” Max asked, leaning one of his forearms on the table.
Liz spat back, “Way too much work for way too little money. Please continue.”
Max did. He said, “I work for this lady, Maggie. She used to run a model agency but she decided an escort service for women would pay more.” He paused as he gave Liz a sly wink. “Plus, she enjoys the many perks.”
“And she makes a decent living by doing finding dates for horny women?” Liz asked.
He grinned. “She buys a new Porsche every year.”
I bet she doesn’t have any delinquent student loans, Liz whined to herself.
She said, “From looking at the way you dress, business must be pretty good?”
“Better than good. Like I said, I work six nights a week. And I receive three hundred dollars an hour for something I once gladly did for free.”
“So why do you want to have sex on your day off? Isn’t that like a busman’s holiday?” she asked.
He protested, “I’m not a bus driver. I’m not lying. I’m really a male prostitute.”
Liz decided to scratch genius off his best features list.
“And in this recession — which the government says is not a recession — women actually pay for something they usually get free?” she asked, not really believing what the man said. But still, an escort agency for women was a good idea. How many times did she find herself alone in her apartment with her hormones raging? Her only hope a vibrator with a rundown battery? And if she were rich, no telling what she would have done — or whom she might have called. She’d read Brad Pitt’s salary for a movie was 20 million dollars. She wondered what his charge would be for an hour? Because, it certainly would be a movie she’d have him involved in. She’d videotape it for sure...
Max interrupted her Pitt fantasy. He said, “Whenever the economy goes down, our business goes up. Nothing is more comforting than a roll in the hay.”
Liz nodded, taking in the muscle man’s physique in front of her. If she weren’t so damn broke, she’d actually pay to see someone like him naked.
A cartoon light bulb went off in her head. An escort service wouldn’t be that hard to open, or that costly. All she would need would be a phone and a cheap website. She knew a couple of men who would jump at the chance to be her employee. She wouldn’t even have to offer them a benefit package. They’d probably be more interested in two boobs and a pussy than any old HMO.
She hesitated briefly before saying, “You know, I just might take you up on your offer of sex.”
His smile was wide and inviting. He said, “Great! There’s just one thing we have to discuss. Money.”
Her eyes shot open. How dare he lead her on this way? He was nothing more than a good looking — okay great looking — con artist.
She started to yell, “Why you son-of-a…”
Max interrupted her as he waved his hand up and down in the air. “Whoa, whoa, slow down. Let me explain. See, being a paid escort has been so sexually exciting for me I can’t do it any other way. Without a little cash in my hand, I suffer from erectile dysfunction. But I’ll offer you my special discount price of fifty cents for the entire night.”
Bewildered, she asked, “A half-a-buck?” Liz loved a heck of a deal. Besides, if she were serious about opening an escort service, it would be wise to sample the goods.
She opened her purse and began to rummage around. She knew she had a dollar bill in there somewhere. It was the last cash she had before her next paycheck. Liz found the crumpled bill and laid it on the table. Max swiped it up.
“Hey don’t I get change?” she asked.
“Don’t have it,” he answered. “And besides with one dollar you get a two-for-one.” Max pointed to toward the incredible hot Asian hunk seated at the next table. He said, “That’s my co-worker Joe. He’s always looking for overtime.”
***
Even before Liz opened the door to her apartment, her panties were soaked with desire. She, Max and Joe had walked the two blocks to her place together. Max had been his chatty self. Joe barely spoke. He only uttered a few words or low grunts in response. She’d realized Joe was probably a man of few words who let his actions do his talking for him. The entire way to her place, his enormous hand was fondling her bubble butt.
“Do you want something to drink?” Liz asked, pointing toward the kitchen as she tossed her purse on the worn couch.
Max shook his head and teased, “Nah, we’re on the job, remember?”
Max reached over and pulled Liz into his arms. He had to be at least 6’ 3” inches tall. Even though Liz herself was tall, she felt dwarfed in his arms. He began to circle the exterior of her lips with his tongue. She quivered at his moist touch. Finally he used his tongue to gently open her mouth. His tongue pressed deep inside, circling hers with perfection.
Meanwhile, out of the corner of her eye she saw Joe open his canvas messenger bag and pull out a CD. He walked over to her entertainment center and popped it in. Liz recognized the music immediately. It was The Butterfly Lovers, a violin concerto written by Chinese composers that had become world famous.
As the sound of strings filled the air, Max continued to explore her mouth. His right hand slipped inside the plunging V-neck of her tight silk dress. From behind her, Liz began to feel Joe’s hot breath on her. He started to blow gently, teasing at her skin with short outbursts of air. Her entire body tingled in desire as he placed his hands on her gigantic and willing rump. He fondled each cheek as if he were a baker kneading dough.
She couldn’t help grinding herself into Max’s body. Even through his denim jeans she could feel his raging hard-on. It pressed against the zipper like a tiger anxiously wanting to get out of his cage.
Joe’s cock was pressed between her ass cheeks, temping her to try things she’d never considered before. But if she wanted to open an escort agency, she’d better be able to explain what her employees could offer. And there was nothing better than firsthand experience to base an explanation on.
Suddenly, Joe’s hand traveled down the side of her thighs. They rested at the hem of her sheath dress and began to slowly pull the dress upward. Liz felt her knees buckle in anticipation. They had just begun to fondle each other, yet she’d experienced enough sexual longings with the two men to last a lifetime.
Joe edged her dress up her thighs, his rough hands tearing at her nylon stockings. She wondered if that was one of his trademarks. A man you could take home to Momma, if Momma hired lumberjacks.
As soon Joe reached her hips, he yanked the dress up revealing her red bikini panties. Liz had the foresight to wear a garter belt. Joe’s hand found its way easily to her swollen mound. He slid his hand into the front of her panties. His thick fingers moved in circles on top of her shaven pussy. She’d heard that going hairless would increase the sensitivity down there. It was only a few days ago that she’d shaved it. Once she felt his touch, she’d realized she’d keep her little Chihuahua haircut from now on.
She quivered with delight as Joe’s hand toyed with the lips of her vagina. His fingers traced up and down on the edge of her willing slit. She longed to push backwards to force his fingers deep inside of her. But if she did that, her cunt wouldn’t be rubbing against Max’s dick. She was caught between one hard rock and another hard rock.
It was a very good place to be.
Liz whimpered in disappointment when Joe removed his hand from her panties. He hadn’t even poked a single finger up her wet tunnel. Instead he began to use both hands to maneuver her zipper downward. As he started to pull it upward, Liz lifted her arms straight in the air. Joe yanked the dress over her head. He tossed it to the floor. He didn’t take a second to hesitate to remove her white bra, trimmed in red lace and embellished with cherry prints.
Liz’s tits were released into the cold air. In order to save a few pennies, her apartment temperature was normally set at 58 degrees. Now she realized, the chilling temp was the only thing that could stop her from being overheated with excitement. Her granite like nipples pointed straight out in front of her.
Max leaned down and began to nibble on her right nip. His tongue licked at the tender bud. Each flick of his tongue brought Liz closer to an orgasm. Joe joined in the fun as well. His arm reached around and began to fondle her left breast. Liz’s ample orb completely overflowed his massive palm. She could feel her diamond-like nipple cut into his palm.
Joe’s other hand drifted back to her soaking panties. His hand swiftly went underneath the silky material. His finger immediately found her clit. He rubbed it up and down until it too felt as hard as her nipple. Liz was so turned on she could feel her love juices squishing around in her panties.
Max used his hand to place Liz’s on top of his bulging package. She began to rub up and down on it with the same rhythm Joe’s fingers used to caress her love button. She decided right then and there that if she did open an escort service, she’d specialize in three-ways.
And why not? Liz was titillated by using a two-for-one coupon at the grocery store. And a two-for-one coupon for fucking? That was even better.
Max removed his mouth from her bronze nugget and placed his hand underneath her chin. He tilted her face upwards and asked, “Your preference. Dining room table, or a bed?”
In her entire life Liz’s sexual escapades had been limited to a mattress or the back seat of a Taurus. It was time to venture outside her comfort zone. Hell, she said to herself, if these two men wanted to fuck her on the sidewalk she’d oblige.
“Table,” she replied, happy she had bought the vintage scratched-up walnut table at a thrift store. It would easily hold their combined weight.
From behind Joe quickly let go of her. He grabbed his messenger bag and hurried to the dining area. Joe lifted her up in his arms and carried her to the table. Her stilettos were still on her feet when he placed her on the empty table.
“Lay back,” he demanded, his eyes filling with lust.
Liz accommodated his wishes. They were after all the same as hers. Once she was on her back she stretched her arms above her head until they lay flat on the marred surface.
Joe lifted her knees and propped her knees up. He reached up and scooted her body down the table until her cunt reached the edge. She realized her pussy had just turned into his dinner. Max stood at Joe’s side. Each of them stared hungrily at her pussy.
He pulled the elastic waist of her panties and snapped it back against her skin.
“Do you mind if we cut these off?” Max asked. “I’ve got a thing for women wearing only a garter belt with nylons.”
“And high heels,” Joe added.
Liz quickly did a little math problem in her head. $4.00 panties = even hotter sex with 2 men? Question: What should your answer be? Answer: Damn the budget.
“Feel free to do what you want,” she informed them.
Joe placed his messenger bag on the table and rumbled through it. Liz could hear metal clinking against plastic. She would be fascinated to peer inside to see what the man carried. She doubted that it would be textbooks and highlighters.
Max reached under her garter belt and pulled her panties downward until they bunched up. Joe finally pulled out a pair of small scissors. He tossed them to Max who began cutting away at the material.
When Max was done he yanked the ruined, soaked panties off of her. He lifted them to his nose and took a long, deep whiff. He threw them over to Joe, who did the same thing before tossing them on the floor.
“I have an entire hamper of dirty undies if you guys want to go wild,” Liz teased.
Surprisingly Max answered, “Later.” He pulled up a chair and sat down directly between Liz’s thighs. He scooted up until his face was a millimeter away from her pussy. Liz knew his evening meal was about to begin.
She swooned with desire. And soon as Max placed his tongue on her moist pussy she let out a “Yes, please yes…”
Joe inched his way over to her side. His rigid cock was mere inches from her. Liz was never good at measuring but she knew big when she saw it. Joe’s cock was huge, just like the rest of his muscular body. If she were forced to guess she’d say his staff was at least 10 inches. The thickness of it was eye boggling as well. Joe’s dick made most men’s rods look like a Mini-me.
She opened her mouth in anticipation. Liz always enjoyed sucking cock, but this time she was going to love it. That is, if she could even get the monster into her small and willing orifice.
Joe placed his hand behind her head. He lifted it and pulled her face toward him. Jill forced her mouth to open wider, opening it to the fullest possible. She’d often found her jaw was a bit sore after sucking on a big penis. She realized she’d probably need to pop a few Tylenol when the night was over.
Joe slipped the head of his cock inside. Liz’s tongue began to circle the mushroom tip. She stretched her tongue as far as possible to complete her lustful journey. She tasted his salty goodness. She felt him push a little closer inside her. He managed to push in just an inch or so, but it was enough. The cock was so enormous it would go no further.
Max was busy licking as well. His tongue traveled up and down the exterior of her pussy lips. From one end of her love slit to the other, he traced it with the tip of his tongue. Liz longed from his to place his tongue on her clit. Without his tongue even touching her precious bump it already ached with desire.
Finally Max opened her lips with his tongue. He did one quick swipe of the entire pussy before settling on her magic button. Max’s tongue licked at her it with such force it felt like an extra-wide finger was masturbating her to orgasm.
Liz was feeling dizzy. Her excitement level was so high she felt like she was riding a rollercoaster called Passion. She wondered briefly what she would feel like when she finally came. For the first time in her life she feared she’d pass out from sexual ecstasy.
Max’s tongue left clit and headed further south. His thick tongue entered her love tunnel. He began to thrust his tongue back and forth like it was a penis. But his hand action shocked Liz even more than his expertise at eating pussy.
Liz’s ass was positioned directly on the end of the table, giving Max free access to her pussy and so much more. As he relished her vagina, his fingers began to toy with her butt crack. His digits flicked up and down on her butt lips, but none of them entered her forbidden zone. Yet, even without ever experiencing any sort of anal sex whatsoever, Liz knew she wanted Max to go where no man has gone before.
Suddenly without warning, both men pulled away from her at the same time. “Hey, what’s going on?” She questioned.
Max laughed loudly. He said, “Nothing, just be patient. We’re guys. We always need our tools.”
Liz stared down at his granite like cock and said, “You already have the only tool you’ll ever need.”
Max chuckled and grabbed Joe’s messenger bag off the table. “A man can always use more.” He began to rummage around inside and found a tube of strawberry-scented lube. He set the down and placed the lube on the table. Liz braced herself for an eventual ass attack, but instead Max walked to the other side of the table and climbed on. He laid sideways on it, his head positioned near her breast. Joe turned around and headed off toward Liz’s small galley kitchen.
“What are you planning to do?” She asked.
Max rested his hand on his bent arm, and shrugged. He answered, “Joe and I always share.”
Liz turned her head and to see Joe open the refrigerator door. The only thing to drink was three generic light beers and a bottle of Two Buck Chuck. She knew if Joe wanted something to eat, he’d have to settle for raspberry jam and peanut butter.
And, he did. Joe left the kitchen caring the jars in his hand, along with a butter knife.
“There’s bread in the cabinet,” Liz offered. “It’s pretty stale, but if you toast it…”
“I don’t need bread,” Joe answered. “We usually use whipped cream or chocolate syrup, but this will do just fine.”
Joe unscrewed the cap on each jar, and set them on the table. Then he reached into the peanut butter and smeared it all over her breasts. Liz giggled at his action. It was silly and erotic at the same time. Who would have ever thought that peanut butter could double as a love potion?
Joe used the butter knife to carefully spread a bit of jam over her boobs as well. Finally he topped each tit with a dollop of the raspberry delight. Her tits looked like they were a midnight snack served at a Las Vegas strip club.
“Play with yourself,” Max demanded.
Liz reached down and began to fondle her clit. She didn’t even need to wet her finger as she normally did. Max had left her cunt wet enough for her to indulge in her favorite hobby. She rubbed back and forth on her clit as Joe finished his tit decorating. As soon as he did, both men began to devour her breasts. Each one of them began to nibble at a nipple. Liz’s tit pebbles were normally sweet enough by themselves. Now they were covered in sugary jam and tasty peanut butter. The two studs licked and sucked until her areola glistened with cleanliness. They continued to lap at the rest of her breasts until every bit of nourishment was consumed.
Liz was on the edge of coming. Just a few seconds more…
Max yanked her hand away from her cunt. “Not yet,” he told her but then promised, “Soon.”
Liz realized these men were such experts at their job of being a stud for hire they could tell when a woman was about to orgasm. Most of the men she’d fucked couldn’t even tell she had come. Or at least, they couldn’t tell the real orgasms from the fake ones.
Max jumped off the table and headed back to the end of the table as Joe climbed on aboard. Joe placed his arms under her shoulders and pulled her to the end of the table. She was laid out on the table like a holiday spread. Her bulbous tits fell to one side, her ample butt looked more appealing than any rump roast dare.
Max climbed onto the table. Liz loved the fact that at each end of her naked body were two magnificent men, each with a raging hard-on. And to think, it only cost her a buck.
Joe leaned over and grabbed the messenger bag that still managed to stay on the table. He flipped it open and pulled out a row of condoms. He tossed one to Max and the other he held in his hand.
Liz watched as Max slipped on his sexual pocket protector. As soon as he finished, he reached down and grabbed her hips. With one quick flip he had her laying on her front. She knew what he wanted. Like a bitch-in-heat, Liz pulled herself up in a kneeling position, her ass high in the air as her forearms rested on the table.
Joe managed to sit down and slide his legs around her. His cock touched against her lips and she began to lick up and down the elephantine wonder. She wanted to suck on it but she also wanted to continue licking it. If she could rub it too, without falling down, she’d do that. Basically, she wanted to do everything she possible could to his amazing rod.
Her tongue found its way south to his balls. They were enormous. She took a tongue swipe at one and said, “You could play tennis with these things.”
Joe laughed and grabbed her head and forced it forward. His entire testicle disappeared inside her mouth. She sucked hard, relishing his salty taste mixed with sweat.
As she continued to devour Joe’s luscious globe, Max began to play with her cunt. He used one hand slide up and down her cunt lips until he shoved one finger deep inside her. With his other hand he played with the opening to her ass cheeks.
She moaned in delight. Max’s fingers felt fantastic as they diddled around her vaginal walls. She felt even better when they started to rapidly finger-fuck her. She started bucking back and forth like a prize-winning canine bitch. But soon she became greedier than she’d ever been in her entire life. Feeling fantastic wasn’t good enough for her. She wanted more. Liz wanted everything.
She released Joe’s ball from her mouth and screamed, “Will you please fuck me?”
“Just waiting for you to ask,” Max answered. He pulled out his fingers and with one quick movement, his rod rammed into Liz’s cunt. He began to thrust at warp-like speed. Liz felt his cock slam against the far, deep end of her vaginal tunnel as she opened her mouth wider. Her head bobbed up and down as she mouth-fucked Joe as deep and as fast as she could.
Within a few moments she was once again ready to come. In fact, she wondered if the entire evening hadn’t been one long orgasm.
Once again Max must have felt her oncoming explosion. He pulled himself out of her and put his hands on her hips. By now he had become a master in turning her over. With one quick flip, she was yanked off of Joe’s dick and sitting on her back.
Max reached down and grabbed her hands. He pulled her up into a standing position and turned her around.
She watched as Joe slipped on the condom and lay flat on the table. Joe reached up his hands and pulled her downward by his hips. She was centered right above his cock. In order to accommodate his enormous dick inside her small, tight pussy Joe lowered her slowly onto his cock. As soon the cock completely entered her, he pulled her body forward. Her tit landed directly in his mouth. Joe began to suckle her boob hard, just like she had sucked on his dick.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Max grabbed the tube of lube. Between her pants, she could hear him squeeze the thick liquid out. With one hand, he pulled open her butt cheeks. With his other hand he covered the interior of her cheeks with lube. Quickly he tossed the tube to the floor and used his oily finger to push inside her anus.
She winched in pain as his finger slipped gently inside. But soon her pain turned to waves of pleasure. For the first time in her life, she wanted to be fucked by two men at once.
“Fuck me in the ass,” she begged.
Max used his hand to guide his thick cock inside her ass cheeks. He slowly pushed forward, forcing the tight opening to expand gently. Then with one quick ram, he was deep inside her. Max moved his body back at forth, riding Liz’s ass as she bounced up and down on Joe’s cock. Her tit was still in Joe’s mouth while her palms rested on the table behind Joe’s head.
It took only a few more thrusts before Liz could feel herself coming. Her clit exploded into a wave of contractions as her vagina pulsated in pleasure. Every muscle in her pussy vibrated back and forth. Her orgasm was so intense, she swore it raced through her entire body. Even her toes tingled.
Joe came at the very same moment, his mouth clamping onto her tit. She could hear his moans emitting from his stuffed mouth. Then it was Max’s turn to come. With one quick push inward, he began to come. Max screamed, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
At the last uttered fuck, he collapsed forward onto Liz’s back. Then each of them fell onto Joe. They ended up cuddle on the table, with Liz lying in the middle.
It took a few minutes for Liz to regain her senses. She had been lost somewhere in an overheated fog of sexuality. Finally, she could take a few deeps breaths and her mind cleared. She looked at the two men lying next to her. Not only had they given her the best night of her life, they’d given her a new career as well.
She asked, “If I found a few clients would the two of you work for me?”
Max smiled and answered, “Whatever you say, Boss.”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Writing under the penname Leia Mann, in real life Leia is a stand-up comedian and author. Leia prefers to keep her true identity secret but adores sharing her sexual fantasies and imagination with the public. She truly believes erotica literature keeps her sane, happy and satisfied on the road. Her stories include, One Torrid Beginning, One Hot Birthday, One Sexy Anniversary, One Wicked Divorce, One Horny Halloween, One-Spicy Thanksgiving, One Steamy Christmas, One Nasty New Year’s Eve and more! Follow me on Twitter at http://twitter.com/#!/LeiaMann and my blog at http://leiamann-author.blogspot.com/