When I arrived at Euston (it was becoming a familiar place) Chris was waiting for me. Lea had the Bentley parked outside and we drove in luxury to the place where Richard had his office. Chris had a flat in the same building, right at the very top. It was very comfortable, small but cosy and well equipped. And if I stood on a chair and looked through the very top of the window, I think I could just about see the top of Buckingham Palace through the trees. A Belgravia address! We had a meal together in the ground floor restaurant, everything went on account and for the rest of the evening we chatted about my background and about her background. Richard’s background and hers were almost parallel. They had escaped from, let's just say an African country, by the skin of their teeth. Their parents were farmers and they managed to smuggle their children out of the country before they were all massacred. Richard still had a seething resentment about it, but he had worked most of it off, becoming very, very rich in the process. Chris, (Christina) had been by his side all the time, the whoring was part of it. Richard had realised that this was what men wanted and most of his clients were men, why not exploit it? Cash in on it? I asked what sort of things I would have to do. Her reply was; “Whatever you can imagine and more, but you will never be hurt. You will be fucked frequently in every hole, in every way, in every position, but you will never be hurt.” “How can you guarantee that?” “One of our girls was hurt once. The man who did it had a nasty accident soon afterwards and broke both legs, then over the following year, his company unexpectedly went bankrupt. He's now broke and with a limp. No one else has hurt any of the of girls since.” “When do I start.” “Not for a while yet, we have to knock you into shape, but it'll be fun. Unfortunately I have a date tomorrow, but we can start on Sunday. There's a gym in the basement and a pool. We are required to keep ourselves in shape and fit. There are other rules, you never swear unless they ask you to in bed, sex-words are fine, it's alright to ask a man to fuck you, or to whisper that you want to suck his big cock. They enjoy that, but otherwise you behave like a perfect lady. Imagine yourself being from an aristocratic family, that's how you will behave.” “Tomorrow we'll go to my beautician.” She concluded. “On a Sunday?” “Oh yes, this is London, open all hours.” “What happens at the beautician’s?” “Everything. Nails, hair, face, and all most of that bush that you display will have to go.” She stood and peeled off the thin, skin tight jeans she was wearing, pulled down the knickers and proudly displayed her own bush which was trimmed to a landing strip. “Anything like this is okay, bald is fine, but the rainforest you’ve got down there is not, it'll have to go.” She answered all my questions, but I still went to bed that night with more questions than answers in my head . Next morning she was away early and I had the day to myself, a fine spring day. I spent it familiarising myself with my new location. Chris was back about 9 o'clock, earlier than I had expected. “When we are not working we're expected to be in bed early. Our own bed that is.” She quipped. “Have you had a good day?” I asked. She had met this man and was enjoying a relationship with him that she didn't expect to last long, but he was fun to be with. He had expressed the desire to do something that he had fantasised about. He wanted to have sex in a punt on the Cherwell in Oxford. Cunt in a punt was the way he described it. “Did he get it?” “More or less, we punted around like everybody else but really looking for somewhere secluded so that we could fuck. Eventually we found the perfect place, secluded beneath the drooping branches of willow trees. He tied up the boat and we removed the necessary clothing. He mounted me, but was just entered when two large dogs ran down the stretch of lawn behind us where the boat was moored, followed by an irate red faced man. “This is private land, clear off .” He blustered. “We hastily dressed and left.” “Did that qualify?” “Well, he did get it in, but we had to finish it elsewhere. Not in a punt though. We drove home using non motorway roads, and eventually spotted an opening that said ‘Country Park’. We drove down a long track without reaching the car park, but there were spaces between the trees where you could back a car in without getting stuck, then we resumed our carnal activities. “As we were at it, we were interrupted several times by passing cars, but we still managed to complete. It wasn't exactly satisfactory. When we had finished we drove down to the car park to see what was going on. Several cars were parked, backed up to the edge, and around the cars there were several wanking men. We had stumbled on a dogging spot. If we had known, we could have performed for them. Next time perhaps.” “We are allowed to have 'boyfriends’ then?” “You can do what you want off duty, provided you take precautions.” The next day was spent at the beauticians. In fact it was a ‘ladies sanctuary’. In addition to the various treatments available, there was a pool and a small gym. The whole thing was strictly ladies only, all the staff were female also. Each client was given a fluffy towelling robe, but many of the women, including Chris, chose to go commando and spent the whole time naked, moving between the various areas sky clad, but carrying handbags. They were not all model girls, it was an odd experience. By the time the various technicians had finished I was a different woman. I had decided to go ‘Full Hollywood’ and have all my pubic hair removed. Later we walked from the apartment, quite early, round to a little cafe for our evening meal. It was starting to rain as we left, so we had to run back. We turned the television on but there was nothing on of interest. “Show me the new you, get naked.” Chris suggested. I did so very subconsciously and waited for her approval. “I can't believe that you’ve never had a woman.” Her voice was lowered, almost a whisper. “I never had the need to,” I said. “There were always plenty of men available.” “You don't know what you're missing. In your new job there will be women as well as men. Would you like to practice?” My heart was beating frantically. “Alright.” I said. She removed her own clothes, she was stunning. A little bit older than me. Full, round tits, (Mine are small and pointy.) very beautiful, very desirable. She kissed me very gently and her hand moved to cup one of my breasts. I was shaking with fear and desire. She lowered her head and sucked a nipple into her mouth. I could feel my desire rising. She kissed her way down my body until she reached the part most yearning for it, and placed a kiss on my smooth, hairless mound. Then lower, her tongue gently parting my moist lips, moving from top to bottom then back again, slowly, from my perineum to my clitoris. Then she moved away and stood up. “Shall we take this to the bedroom?” She asked. My new flatmate/teacher/lover led me by the hand into her room and onto her big bed. She lay on top of me and kissed me again, then turned her attention to my very hard nipples. Oh, so slowly, she kissed her way down to her main objective, which by now was gaping with desire and juicing freely. When her lips enclosed my clit I had a little come there and then. I love being licked, the fact that it was a woman’s tongue doing the licking was forgotten, how could I have gone without this exquisite pleasure for so long? My little pre-orgasm was soon swept away by the main one, my body convulsing wildly. Chris kept her lips on me until I had come down from the plateau of pleasure, then moved up to kiss me on the mouth. I could taste myself on her lips. I realised with some trepidation that I was going to have to return the compliment. What had happened to me so far could have been done by a man, and probably by now his cock would have been ball deep in my cunt. But there was no man, no cock, just the moist cunt of another woman. I was given no choice, Chris straddled my head and lowered her dripping opening to my mouth. I had no option but to lick and suck. You need to use your tongue more, but It was not so different to sucking cock, the smell and taste are not so different, that is, not much taste at all. And you are less likely to choke on it. When she came there was a slight discharge of fluid, but compared to the volley of spunk that a man can feed you with, negligible. I could easily get to like it, just as I had grown to like swallowing cum. I explored Chris’ fine body, closely examining her large breasts. Given their size, they seemed firm enough to support themselves, even flat on her back they kept their shape. Could implants be involved? But I could find no scars where they would have been fitted. All her own then. In contrast to the bountiful tits though, her nipples were tiny. Hard, pink and round. My own are large, acorn shaped and pale brown. We spent the night in her bed, licking, sucking, stroking, kissing, fondling, caressing, until we fell asleep in each other's arms. The next day we went shopping, but not in department stores . These places had locked doors where Christina had to show her face before she was allowed in. We started with underwear. I had to strip naked yet again and was carefully measured by a woman who could have been a prison warder. She eventually declared that I was stock-size. We then had a fashion show with models wearing what was available. I came away with six sets ‘off the shelf’ and orders placed for more, rather exotic stuff. I say ‘came away’, this was not strictly true, everything we bought that day was delivered to the flat. You would expect stockings to be purchased over the counter. Not so. This involved a visit to another specialist ‘closed shop’, where Chris again chose for me. Dresses and shoes followed, and finally ‘accessories’. We ate early in a small West End restaurant where Chris was known. I was beginning to get used to this luxury lifestyle. I was already forgetting Robert slaving away. Chris announced that Richard would be visiting that night. “Is he coming for any particular reason?” I asked. “To check out the merchandise,” she replied, “To see the new you.” “Will he..?” “Will he what? Fuck you ? I'll be surprised if he doesn’t. Me too I hope.” “Does he fuck all the girls?” “Of course, you don't keep a stable of thoroughbreds and not ride them.” “Is that what I am, a thoroughbred?” “Not yet,?” she said. “We have some polishing to do, but we're getting there.” How many girls are there? “Four full time, or will be when you start work, and four part-timers, of which, I am one.” “Will I meet them?” “Only if an assignment calls for it, mostly you will be flying solo.” Richard arrived at about eight, He and Chris settled on the sofa, I was on the chair facing them. “Introduce Felicity to Richard,” said Chris. I stood up and stripped off my clothing, feeling less self-conscious this time. I did a twirl. “I like it,” said Richard. “Sit down again play with yourself.” My heart skipped a beat. I've had never done that in front of anyone else, it was private pleasure. Yes, I masturbate frequently, but it's always just me, now I was to have an audience. I decided to give him a show he would never forget. I allowed my legs to drop open and raised my heels, putting them on the edge of the chair and peeling apart my lower lips to show the pink treasure inside. I was wet. Very wet. I pushed the middle finger of my right hand deep into my hole, drawing out the moisture and used it to lubricate my clitoris, teasing it out from its hood. Then I began to masturbate, rubbing my clit round and round, up and down, squeezing it between finger and thumb. As I got more and more into it I relaxed into to my usual self-pleasure mode. Although I knew that it would hide what I was doing from them, I used my left hand as well, pushing first one finger and then another as far as I could get it, deep into my cunt, drawing the moisture out again and using it on my clit, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing. I forgot that there was anybody there. I closed my eyes, rubbing and strumming until eventually I came with a loud squeal, my limbs jerking uncontrollably. Wonderful. I opened my eyes, while I had 'been away', with my eyes closed, Chris had fished out Richard’s cock and was wanking it gently. She waved it in my Direction. “Suck,” she said. I went to my knees in front of him and took it into my mouth, surprised at the small size of it. I gave it my best suck, allowing for the fact that it was sticking out from his flies and there wasn't a great deal to get at. It seemed to please him, but eventually he stopped me. “Bed.” He said simply. In the bedroom, Christina stripped the duvet off the double bed. I stretched out in the centre of it and watched them undress. Christine revealing that beautiful, beautiful blonde body. Richard was fit with no surplus flesh. From beneath his belly protruded his surprisingly small penis. He had no body hair, I presume that it was shaved off to make his prick look bigger. At that time I wasn't much of an expert at guessing size. Even though I've seen a few, I had only ever measured one, that was Robert’s. Of all of my many previous lovers and all the ones to come, I had only him as a yardstick, if you'll excuse the expression. Something had been delivered in a cardboard tube, about 2.5 inches in diameter and about a foot long. When I came to dispose of the tube, I had pushed the smaller half into the larger, so that they could be telescoped. I must have been feeling horny that day, it occurred to me that it must be like a man sliding his cock in and out. Without the plastic cap enclosing the end of the larger tube, a man could push his erect cock into it and measure how much of the smaller tube he could push out. An accurate cock-ometer! One wet Sunday afternoon, I tried it on Robert. It had been fun, ending up as planned, with us fucking on the lounge carpet. Robert’s was about six and a half inches long and just under six inches in girth . Together we had Googled average size. It turned out of that he was rather well-endowed, the average length in the United Kingdom is only five and a half inches and less than five inches in girth. So, Robert was well equipped. Richard on the other hand was smaller than average, certainly no more than five inches I would guess, but I never did get round to measuring it. He crawled between my thighs and clamped his mouth to my hungry cunt, licking and sucking it, probing with his tongue, scouring my depths. He was good, very good. I came again, possibly even more powerfully than before and this time, before the room had stopped spinning, he was above me, between my thighs, entering me. As small as it was, it seemed to fill me. He fucked me very hard and very fast until he came with a loud cry. I imagined that I could feel his spurts firing into me. it was quite wonderful. He rolled off me and lay by my side panting. I stayed as I was, spread-eagled I could feel his cum leaking out of me. And then Christina was on the bed with us, she clamped her mouth to my dilated cunt, lapping at Richards cream like it was precious nectar, licking his spunk from my hole. I could barely believe it how deliciously perverse it seemed. Richard positioned himself behind her, fumbling around, I presumed guiding himself in. Chris Oomphed into my hole, inflating my vagina. Wow! I would be trying that again soon. She raised her face, looked up at me and husked; “He’s in my arse.” The she returned to her spunk-scavenging. Richard was inside her much longer than he had been in me, and fucked her more slowly, as though pacing himself. There was no doubt about when he came, he roared like a bull as he pumped his seed into her lower intestine. I wanted him to do me that way, to bugger me mercilessly, but it was not to be, he was spent. He showered and left. Chris announced that it was bed time. It was about ten o’clock. “Don't stay up late unless you have to,” she explained. “Call it beauty sleep if you like, there will be nights when you will get no sleep, store it up in advance. I am working tomorrow, you have an appointment at a clinic in Marylebone, you will be getting a medical.” She gave me a card with the address and time of the appointment. She was up early, I joined her for breakfast, then took my shower. As I dried myself, I scrutinised the streamlined me. I liked it, with my legs together, my cleft was just that, a smooth mound, pouting slightly, just a line dividing it. Legs apart, I could see my slit, nestling between my inner lips. How did it look from a licker’s viewpoint? I placed a large mirror on the floor and stood astride it, the two pairs of lips clearly defined, with a dark cleft inside. I squatted, now my lips were spread, I teased them apart so that I could look into my hole, beads of clear, sticky mucus clung to the inner lips. I spread further, revealing my clit hood. Then I peeled back the hood so that I could see the tiny, sensitive bud hiding inside. I could not resist, I stroked it, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I pushed two fingers into my hole, scooped out some juice and made windows with it. Sticky, clear. I could not stop myself, now I was masturbating properly. I came quickly and powerfully, so powerfully that I fell over. I stood up and spoke to the girl in the mirror; “Dirty girl, always wanking.” I was slightly late at the clinic, where I was interviewed by a doctor. He was probably in his 60’s, grey haired. He wore a pin-striped suit with a white rosebud in the buttonhole. He was rather dishy. I would have fucked him anyway. Good grief, what had I become? Respectable wife to cumslut in six days! Interview over, I was steered by a nurse into an examination room where I was told to strip naked and to put on the gown provided. The doctor came in with the nurse as chaperone, ruling own a possible encounter. Unless we had a threesome! Stop it! Naughty! I was told to lie face down on the couch, the doctor untied the fastening at the back of the gown and peeled it away. “I'm going to examine your spine.” He said. In fact he started with my shoulders, with firm, gentle hands, he felt his way in to my spine, tracing downwards and ending at my hips, he found the hip displacement that had ended my dancing career. “You can sit up,” he said. “How did you come by the hip injury?” I explained. “Your training would account for your fitness, I presume you keep in trim? Does the injury give you trouble?” “Grande battementes are a problem, but not if I behave normally.” He cracked a smile, the nurse, who could have been the corsetiere’s sister, remained stone faced. “I need to do an internal, he said, indicating the stirrup chair.” Naked now, I assumed the position, surely these chairs are used for purposes than medical. He donned surgical gloves and began to probe. “Other hole as well.” He said, and pushed an elegant finger up my bum. What was that for I wondered. He declared me completely fit. “The nurse will take a blood sample and we will see you in two weeks’ time.” He shook my hand, holding it for longer than he needed “A pleasure to meet you Ms Felicity. Try to avoid Pas de chat as well.” He said, with a twinkle in his eye. Cheeky, a Pas de chat is another ballet move, but as he would very well know, chat is the French term for pussy. In effect, the old bugger was telling me to look after my cunt. The return visit was news to me, but it made sense. In my new profession I would need regular check-ups, this clinic probably did the same for all the girls, the doctor would be fully aware of how we earned our living. I wondered how the bills were paid? It was another fine day, I had no other commitments, I decided to walk ‘home’. I diverted so that I could visit my old ballet school, but simply looked at the door before heading to sit in the spring sunshine in a nearby park. I had been trained as a ballet dancer, I was fortunate to be accepted at one of the finest schools. I had been a rising star, dancing in the chorus many times before being selected for a leading role. At the dress rehearsal I had been dropped, falling awkwardly onto some steps. I spent three months in plaster. I was taken back, but it was clear that I would never make it anywhere close to the top. I left. I was awarded some compensation, but I still needed to work. I tried modelling, I was an in-fashion shape. That paid the bills until fashion changed and I had to start using other skills to get work. That was fine to begin with, but I was gradually handed down to less caring users. The compensation money soon ran out. Then I met Robert. I walked slowly back to the flat, revisiting memories. I prepared a meal for the two of us. After we had eaten, Chris thanked me saying that on the odd occasions that she ate in, it was either takeaways or microwave meals. She then went on to explain how the 'companion service’ worked: I would be given a new ‘phone, for company use only, to be with me and turned on at all times. I would get my assignments via this, including any special instructions. I was to use only black cabs for all travel, unless the client sent a vehicle. There were two categories of client, those who Richard knew well and trusted, these were not required to use condoms unless they chose to, they were known as BBC’s, bare-back clients. The rest were CC’s, condom clients. Vaginal or anal penetration with them was strictly condom only. Anything was allowed unless it caused harm to the companion, if, on the other hand, the client asked for his cock to be whipped, or has balls to be packed in ice, just do it. There will be occasions when to continue would cause real damage to the client, I was to use my own discretion, and if in doubt, use the ‘phone. We then watched some porn, genuinely for educational purposes. This was fringe stuff, people do have vivid imaginations. While we were watching, it occurred to me that, in the office, Chris had worn large, black-rimmed glasses, I had not seen them since. “For show,” she said. “There are still a lot of people who think that an attractive woman is not to be taken seriously, the specs help. However, she went on, I am frequently asked to wear them by clients. They find them a turn-on, a fucking-the-secretary fantasy. Men like to come on them. Men like to see their spunk on a woman anyway, to obliterate your specs with it is gold standard. And it stops you from getting it in your eyes, it stings. “When you say, anything they want, what are the limits? “You will know instinctively. Is there anything that would send you screaming? Normal would be anything in the Karma Sutra, only more so, vaginal, oral and anal. Pissing, both ways. Bukkake, gang-bang, girl on girl, mild bondage, mild punishment, domination, role playing, dressing up. Double penetration sometimes. If you've seen it in porn, chances are someone will ask for it.” “Oh.” “It's only sex, you will still be you off-duty. A very well paid job, that's all.” “Except that I won't get paid.” “Richard WILL turn your company round, you will own a slice of it, you will eat in the best restaurants, go to places you never expected to and many of your clients will tip, one way or another. Oh, and I forgot, you will get a cash allowance, and you will have a company charge card.” “How much do these clients pay?” “In cash, nothing. But we are very valuable, our sexual favours are ‘traded’, for want of a better word, for business favours. There are a lot of people who would pay as much as £10,000 to spend one night with a woman like you, twice a week for a year, do the sums, you are sitting on a million pound cunt.” “Now, she said, enough talk, how about some action? She led me into her bedroom, opened a wardrobe and said; “What's your fancy?” In the wardrobe was a range of what I can only describe as brothel - wear. She opened a drawer, neatly arranged in it was a huge variety of vibrators, dildos, including strap-ons and something called butt-plugs. Ranging in size from mini to mega. “Let's start on the road less travelled,” she said, selecting one of the smallest dildos. “Strip for action.” I did as bid, she began by kissing and caressing. I was already in the mood, dripping wet, but apprehensive about having my anus used for the first time in years. The small toy, with masses of lubricant, slipped easily into me. And it felt good. Chris worked in and out, Rubbing my clit as she did so. “That was easy,” she said, walking over to the toy-drawer. “ How about something man-sized?” She produced a contraption of straps and protuberances - a double ended strap-on. It looked more like an instrument of torture than a sex-toy. She untangled it, revealing the business ends. “This is a 5x7 lezzie pleaser, do you feel lucky? Five inches or seven?” I felt lucky. “Seven.” “Good girl.” She inserted the small end into herself, with an 'oooh’, then strapped it on. The big end bristled, it had girth in proportion to its length. A huge pair of dangling plastic testicles hung beneath it. “On your knees bitch,” she snarled. She pressed it against my slit, then moved so that it slid into my cunt. It felt big there, would it go up my bum? I began to have second thoughts. She leaned forward; “I know what you're thinking, but it's only the ring that's tight, inside it would take a marrow.” She squirted lube on me and worked it up my tight hole, then more, and more on the toy. Then the toy was against my hole. Pressure, then in it popped, causing me to cry out, more in surprise than pain. But it did hurt, I felt like I was being split open. Chris was patient, working the monster into me little by little until I could feel the balls against my cunt- lips. All in! She began to fuck me, gently. I can't say that I enjoyed it, I had done back in the days when men fucked me there, but they were smaller and it was a long time ago. She took it out, very slowly. “Well done,” she said. “You will be lucky to find a real one that big, it's actually eight inches, I lied.” I laughingly castigated her. “ Swap ends,” she said, “ Use it on me.” She washed it and dried it then I strapped on the device, feeding the small end into myself, the big end looked huge, the balls were quite realistic. She got on all fours in front of me, head down, arse up. Her pink slit glistened at me, above it the round, brown pucker of her anus offered me a choice of targets “Front entrance or back?” I asked, slapping the plastic prick on her buttocks. “Back,” she growled. “Lots of lube. And slowly.” I pushed the head against her rosebud, it resisted at first, then seemed to relax. The bulbous knob slipped inside. She gasped at the intrusion then groaned in pleasure as I pushed in little by little, pulling out a short way, pushing back more, until the entire length was inside. “ That feels so good,” she muttered. “Now fuck me.” I did so, starting slowly, building up speed until I was slamming into her. She reached a hand down and strummed her clit as I thrust. She came, screaming with passion. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she muttered. “ If only we had a man as big as that.” We rested, the toy discarded by the bed. We kissed and fondled, I could feel myself juicing again. “Lick my cunt,” she whispered. With pleasure. Her clit was much larger than mine, standing out from the hood like a miniature cockhead peeping from its foreskin. I was able to suck it into my mouth and tease the tip with my tongue. She came again, shaking with pleasure. “Your turn,” she said when she had recovered. Again and again she took me to the brink of release, denying me the final exquisite pleasure. She licked my perineum, discovering nerve endings unexplored. When her tongue moved lower, circling my anus, I tightened up, this was new to me. She persisted, I realised that this also was quite delightful and I relaxed. When she pushed her tongue into the hole, drilling as deep as she could reach, simultaneously rolling my clit between her finger and thumb, I erupted in a mega-orgasm and fainted. She was looking down at me when my eyes swam back into focus. “Good?” She asked. “Very,” I replied. “I have never…” “Art of love,” she smiled. “Advanced level. Try it on a man, they go wild, especially if they are not expecting it. Do it as you wank him, he will come like a champagne bottle popping, keep out of the way of the cum-storm.” I could believe it. She was gone early the next morning. I had no appointments. It was raining. At about ten o’clock, the door intercom buzzed. It was Richard. I buzzed him in. “I’ve brought your new ‘phone.” He announced, and showed it to me. “It is to be left on at all times and fully charged as required. Only myself, Christina and Lea know the number. We will never call when you are on an assignment. You will use it for everything, including emergencies.” “I have a couple of hours to spare,” he added. I moved close to him and cupped my hand under his balls. Minutes later we were naked together on my bed. I sucked his cock, sucked his balls and rimmed him as Chris had done me. I received no complaints. His first come was in my mouth. I held it in my mouth so that he could see me swallow it down, allowing a trickle to escape my mouth. Then I made tea. He was ready for round two quite quickly. He licked my cunt beautifully. When I came, he transferred his attention to the other hole, tonguing it deeply, rubbing my clit at the same time. I came again. “Get on your knees,” he ordered. I did as I was bid, he positioned himself behind me and entered my cunt. Then withdrew and placed his tip against my anus. He was going to sodomise me without lubrication! It had been done before and it had hurt like hell. It was a test. I tried to relax, he entered quite easily, my own natural lubrication, borrowed from my cunt would be enough. It still hurt though. But as Chris told me later; “Pain and pleasure are familiar bedfellows.” He deposited a huge amount of semen into my rectum. After he had withdrawn, I asked him if he had done it without lube, he had not, somehow he had greased me without my being aware. “I would never do that,” he said. But if I was going second, the first load of spunk would be lubricant enough. You could take subsequent cocks that way indefinitely.” He dressed ready to leave, but before doing so said; “I think you’re ready. Go home to your husband for the weekend, you start work on Monday.”