Sex Trafficking: Part 7: Carla and Sam’s Story Begins
Introduction:
Part 7 of 10 of a story about Sex Trafficking. Previously published but since revised and now reposted. I hope you like the revised version.
At age 18 her 112 pounds were distributed well over a 5 feet 5 inch body. Women hated her for her hourglass figure but the men loved to watch her cute bouncing bottom if they were behind her or pretty bouncing breasts if they were in front. She looked good whether walking down the street in a dress or taking a stroll in a bathing suit at the nearby shore. Shoulder length brown hair, almond shaped green eyes, and a pretty oblong face got her noticed whenever she went someplace where there were others. One way or another men were drawn in by her. She had the ability to use her mouth to project any mood she wanted. If she wanted to appear cheerful and alluring she would turn the corners slightly up in a small smile. If she wanted to appear pensive and thoughtful she would keep her lips straight with neither the hint of a smile or frown. If she wanted to appear slightly sorrowful or helpless like a damsel in distress she would turn the corners down slightly. The easiest mood for her to project was happiness. When she smiled pronounced dimples beside and slightly above each corner of her mouth became visible and helped her project happiness and the more she smiled the more visible the dimples became. The reward for a man doing something to please her was a small smile and slight dimples. And as he continued to please her she rewarded him with a bigger smile and bigger dimples. Females had long since given up trying to compete with her appearance. Since she normally spoke with a soft happy tone they were left with just trying to cope with her in any way. Their biggest chance of not losing was if Carla’s attention was focused elsewhere.
After six months or so she decided she had been doing the single bar scene long enough and turned her attention to settling down. Joe was an up and coming business owner. He knew that having a pretty wife would make a lot of the other men in the area jealous and provide him with the status that went along with it. After some thought she accepted his offer of marriage that brought along with it the prospect of a comfortable life in an upscale neighborhood. Joe was not a good lover or even considerate. Even though she had never had an orgasm with him, he got her pregnant and she had a baby girl that she named Beverly. At 17 Beverly was a little taller than Carla and luckily had inherited Carla’s beauty and come to be a pretty girl on her own. Even before Beverly, Carla gave up on having Joe become a satisfying partner for her on any level. After Beverly she didn’t want to have more children with Joe and had her tubes tied. Fortunately, she had never had any unwanted side effects.
After giving birth to Beverly she kept her body looking good with healthy food, hygiene, and exercise. In spite of the yoga classes two times per week her weight went from 112 to 115, waist from 23 to 24, and hips from a little less than 33 to almost 34. Her breasts had stayed 34 C and maintained their perkiness. At 36 years old she was still regarded as one of the prettiest women in Raymond.
After slightly more than ten years of a less than satisfying marriage to Joe, Carla and Rowdy started an affair following the spring country club golf tournament. Their affair quickly accelerated through the medium heat stage to white hot, and she enjoyed him until he became too demanding and pushed her to make a stronger commitment by leaving Joe and marrying him. Why he actually thought she was in the relationship for anything other sex was beyond her understanding. With her comfortable life with Joe it wasn’t much of a struggle for Carla to give up Rowdy. She finally ended the relationship after he gave her an ultimatum. She did not mind being guided but was not about to be driven. Their affair was like a meteor across the sky. It didn’t last long but it gave off a lot of heat before burning out. By the following fall, the affair had ended and they had both moved on.
Once the first cool day of autumn arrived, the threat of summer storm threats had passed and it was time to change the storm shutters. She had always preferred the cooler temperatures because it meant spending more time indoors. Hot weather was something she tolerated but with cooler weather she could spend more of her time in pretty clothes. Carla wanted to hire Sam to change the shutters. He had done so for years. The cost was reasonable. He was available, reliable, and as one of the neighbors she had watched him grow over the years from being a gawky gangly boy to become a good looking young man.
With light brown hair and a clear complexion he was handsome and he carried himself proudly with no pretense. Having spent a year as an exchange student he was a smart guy set to graduate high school in the spring at 19. Sam liked to get his school work done right away on Fridays so that he wouldn’t have to think about it for the rest of the weekend. On Friday evening Carla called Sam to ask about him changing the shutters. The time set, he would be over about 830 in the morning. By 1130 he had changed the shutters on the north, west, and south sides. The east side was always harder because of greater exposure to the coastal humidity and sun so he always sprayed the east side hinges with lubricant when he first started on the north side so that by the time he completed the other three sides and got to the east side the rust would have loosened and it would be easier to move them. The lubricant worked its magic and the east side shutters were almost done with only one left by 1200. He finished moving the ladder to move the last one but in his hurry to finish forgot to put his leather work gloves back on before he climbed the ladder. With legs a little tired from climbing up and down and being in a hurry to finish, he didn’t want to climb back down the ladder to get the gloves and went ahead barehanded. As he grasped the shutter to swing it, he got a good size splinter in the middle finger of his right hand. “Damn! That hurt.” No matter, he went ahead and finished changing the shutter.
Since Carla had been running errands and shopping Saturday morning she had dressed casually in a simple white tee shirt and jeans. A little past 1215 she had come back and was walking up the sidewalk to the rear door with the last of the groceries as he was putting the ladder, lubricant, gloves, hammer, and pliers away.
“All finished? What happened to your hand?”
“A splinter! Should have put the gloves on.”
“That looks painful. If you want to come in, I will take a look at it. We have tweezers and a magnifying glass. I should be able to get it out with no problem. I know your dad’s a doctor but I have taken out many a splinter and it would make me feel better if you let me help.”
“That would be nice. Thanks.”
“Help me put the things away first and then we can get the splinter out.”
With the groceries and supplies put away she got the first aid kit out of the utility cabinet. After a few minutes of work with his hand on the table, she took his hand and held it tightly against her thigh. Much easier. At this distance and angle the outline of her left breast was quite visible and he could make out the outline of her left nipple and areola.
His attention captured, he thought to himself,
She has great tits. With breasts like that I wonder why she prefers colder weather and being inside. Maybe she just doesn’t like hot summer weather.
She still had his hand held tightly against her thigh.
Damn! She’s got nice feeling legs.
Now he was getting a hard on. He needed to get soft fast or she would notice.
“All finished. Let me get my wallet to pay you for the work today.”
She took the cash from her wallet. He had forgotten about his erection. As he reached to get his wallet from the rear pocket he realized his error. Too late, she noticed the bulge in his pants. With her coyest smile she turned to look directly at his crotch.
“Are you turned on?”
“Yes. I’m sorry.”
“Please don’t be sorry. I find it to be quite a compliment that you are so turned on.
“After golf this afternoon Joe will spend the afternoon playing cards at the clubhouse. He won’t be home until at least 715 this evening. Beverly is gone to spend Saturday at her girlfriend’s house.
“That leaves us alone in the house for the afternoon. I know you probably finished your school work for the week end like you always do. So if you are up for doing something beyond looking and imagining this afternoon, stand up, turn left, and go to the bedroom at the end of the hall. If not, stand up, turn right, and walk to the back door. You know the layout of this house probably as well as I do and you are a bright and perceptive young man. I don’t think I need to explain any further what I am saying to you.”
He could hardly think. Left or right. Bedroom or back door. His mind raced.
He managed to reply “Would you mind giving me a second to calm myself down?”
“I will give you as much time as I can. If you aren’t comfortable with this you don’t need to say or do anything. We can go on as if nothing has taken place other than you getting aroused. I am flattered that you are turned on and we can leave it at that. It is up to you.”
As he stood up and turned left he realized that getting a splinter or things happening purely by chance is not always a bad thing. He was getting soft now. She stood up and with her happiest smile and dimples showing, moved his right hand to hold it tightly against her breast, and led the way to the bedroom. Once in the bedroom she took his crotch in her left hand. “Oh! You’re soft now. Let me get something from the bathroom.”
After 10 or so seconds, she came back with a glass of water and a moist wash cloth.
Her gentle, soothing voice, made everything seem like a calmly but steadily flowing stream. “Erections come and go. It will be there when needed. And I will let you know when it’s time to do something with it.”
She moved to sit on the bed and motioned for him to join her.
He sat down on the bed to Carla’s left but too far away for them to kiss. Carla moved closer to him and began rubbing his back with her right hand. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes it does.”
Limiting her time in the sun let her keep her pretty mouth and lips soft with no aging lines. Turning to him she leaned over and ever so gently put her left hand behind his neck and guided his lips to hers. Her first kiss was small gentle and inviting. Sam had kissed other girls before. But Carla’s kiss was that of a sexy capable woman. Fully open mouth, firm, completely erotic, and unlike anything he had ever experienced. It was the most erotic, arousing kiss he had ever experienced. If he had any hesitation before it was totally gone now. He shook as the tingle went throughout his entire body like he had suddenly been doused with icy cold water after sitting in the sun. But the feeling as his testicles began to expand and his erection began to form was unlike any before. A firecracker seemed to have exploded in his head to drown out all other consciousness. He could hardly hear or think. Speech was totally gone. The only sounds he was capable of making were unintelligible and guttural.
Another kiss. This time she had opened her mouth. He wasn’t quite sure how to respond and pressed his open mouth against hers. This kiss even warmer and more stimulating than the first one. He wasn’t sure what to do now. She put her arms around him and with her hands on his shoulders turned him further toward her. He was really enjoying the kiss and the feeling of her arms around him and thought he could stay like that for a very long time. As she pressed her body against his chest he could feel the warmth of her breasts through the soft cotton of her tee.
When the second kiss stopped he somehow managed to let her know. “I have never done anything like this before. I’m a virgin.”
She was completely shocked.
“You are joking! There are some really dumb girls in this town. It’s okay. I have done this type of thing enough times. Trust me to guide the way and control the pace. I will make sure it is as wonderful for us both as I can. I must confess though that the thought of this being the first time for you is making me wet.”
She gently pushed his shoulders to the bed. Leaning over him she continued by gently stoking his cheek, the back of his head, and his neck. A nice full kiss like the very first one. No open mouth this time. More gentle stroking. Her nimble but capable fingers unbuttoned his shirt and she continued to arouse him by kissing his chest and nipples and then slowly worked her way down with soft kisses and caresses on his chest and abdomen. Quickly she stopped, stood up, and slipped her tee off over her head and took off her jeans. She stood in front of him. “Would you rather see me in my bra and panties or completely naked? Eventually I will be naked but whatever you want, I will do.”
“I would like to take it a little slow. Could you keep your bra and panties on for a while longer?”
“Of course. I’m happy you want to take your time.”
She leaned over him and kissed him again. This time it was a full open, tongue in his mouth kiss. The warmth of her breasts through her tee had been erotic. In her bra the feeling was electric and he was so stimulated that he felt he might have an orgasm before they even got to intercourse.
Her left hand moved to the zipper on his pants. Gently she unzipped him, moved her hand inside his underwear, and started running her thumb and forefinger along the top and bottom of his penis. Her gentle touch and the warmth of her soft hand on his cock was amazing. She knew she shouldn’t stroke him for more than 30 or so seconds if she wanted him to finish inside her for the first orgasm. His erection was back. She stopped, move away from him, and gently blew on his cock. “Need to cool it down a bit.”
When he had completely softened she took off her bra and panties and then his shirt and pants. Gently blowing on his cock again but this time closer so he could feel the warmth of her breath on him he started to get hard again. She leaned over and took the head of his penis in her mouth. He wanted to go ahead and push his cock into her mouth. She sensed this, stopped, and leaning down started to lick his penis from the scrotum to the tip. Rock hard in an instant this time.
“It’s time.”
For what, he thought.
As she stepped across his hips she slowly started rubbing her clitoris with the tip of his cock. When she was wet enough, she moved to just the right spot and slowly started lowering her vagina onto his cock. Only about a third at first. She let the warmth of her pussy radiate to the rest of him. She knew he was ready for the full insertion but she wanted him to continue getting closer to orgasm slowly. After taking another third of his penis into her she stopped. Finally she lowered herself until he was completed inside her. She could sense that he was ready to cum but she wasn’t. Quickly she pulled him out of her. This time she took the damp wash cloth and wrapped it around his cock. He went soft almost immediately.
He’s ready. I’m ready.
After a few seconds with her hand stroking his cock he was rock hard again. She guided him to lay on top of her and pulled him into her all at once. His strokes were getting faster with short breaths. She knew he was close to orgasm.
His voice was animalistic and guttural like that of a pack of wild dogs eating after a long hunt. She knew he was having an orgasm and didn’t want to stop or delay it.
As the first bit of his cum entered her, she pulled him harder into her. The quivering of his hips and legs told her he was having his orgasm. From the power and frequency of his thrusts it was indeed a great orgasm. She kept him inside her until he completely turned soft. Gently she withdrew her vagina from around his cock.
“No need to talk right now. It’s only 230. Come to the shower with me.”
He wasn’t used to showering with anyone else. But maybe this was the day for lots of other firsts.
In the shower she washed him from head to foot. The sight of her wet hair, breasts, and pussy along with the warm, wet touch of her soft hands on him gave him the same tingling feeling he had earlier.
“Sit down on the bench,” she directed him.
He couldn’t say anything so he did as directed.
“Now lean back against the wall of the shower but move your butt right up to the edge.”
Facing him she stepped across him and took him into her all at once with no hesitation. Once she had him inside she started rocking her pelvis forward, back, and side to side so he could feel every bit of her vagina squeezing his cock. Push, rest, pull back. She kept at it until he could no longer hold back. As he came in her for the second time she came. Hers was a strong orgasm. She was so dizzy she could hardly move so she lay against his chest with her arms around him until her head cleared.
Once her head had cleared she cleaned him up again from head to foot. It was after 330.
She didn’t know if he had it in him to fuck her again. As she rubbed him dry with the towel she got an answer. Back on the bed she took his cock in her mouth. Not hard as quickly this time but there was no doubt about him being able to fuck her again. With him hard again she positioned herself so that he would enter her from the rear doggie style while her hands guided him to just the right spot and angle so that the tip of his penis would move along the front wall of her vagina and contact her sensitive G spot. Although it was driving her wild, her moans and breathing were having their effect on him as well. He was rock hard and fucking her even harder now. It took a longer time but after 30 minutes she felt his movements slow and become more penetrating.
As he started to cum in her she let her own orgasm run its course until he was soft again.
It was time for another shower.
“It’s after 400. I need to call it a day so I can make supper. Maybe you are free tomorrow? With just a little push I am sure I can get Joe out of the house again. Beverly will be quite happy to spend another day with her friends at the mall or something. You can tell your folks I asked you to come help me pack up some summer things and move them to storage for winter.”
“I will be free tomorrow.”
“Great. Is 930 a good time?”
“930 it is.”
