Ch6

Dinner was a flurry of tastes for Sarah. They had ordered “A-La Cart”. Some she’s had before. Some she had been made to try. Ultimately, several empty boxes went into the trash. Several half consumed went into the fridge. She had enjoyed her dinner. Especially the steamed dumplings, wishing there were more. She was a little sad now. Thinking about it. The way her mother split.

When she woke up. On the floor, naked, all sticky from obvious sex that she didn’t remember. She shuttered. How could she do that to me? Her own daughter? Leaving me with a stranger like this?

“Philip is amazing though. Kind. Soft when he thinks I need him to. Hard, (she chuckled to herself at her pun)when I want, too.” maybe she’ll try to ping her mothers gps later. Her pimp made sure she had a phone. One he could track her with. Also so she could take high quality pictures of her clients to keep them inline. And if they were rich enough, blackmail later. Another chuckle at that though. If she only knew Philip were better off than the cheap, sensible shoes and plain Casio watch

After returning from the bathroom. Taking notice His modeled in Italian marble has both a large shower and a jacuzi jetted bath tub. She had had a way too early pee call. She approaches the bed where he lays sleeping. His shoulders and back rippling with muscle. “he’s even sexy as he sleeps” the dampness suddenly felt between her legs. “ugh” she looks down at her vaginal crease. “girl you need to get it under control. You don’t want him to tire of you and throw you out. Worse, you don’t want him to get suspicious and start digging”. He’s pretty smart. She doesn’t need him figuring out shes fudged her age “just a little” He seems OK thinking she’s in her senior year of high school. That shes only a sophomore may make him very angry.

Thinking to herself. If he were sleeping on his back, she would for sure wake him with her signature oral skills. No, let the man sleep. Her pussy needs to recover from the after dinner sex. Then the middle of the movie doggy style bang on the shag carpet, and twice more once they went to bed.

How many sex-capades did they have yesterday?

Sarah leaves the room. Dressed in only her Tugnut jersey. Getting yet another load of dirty from the pile. Most of what she owned was in fact some level of not so fresh. She’s going to take advantage of the washer. At least she’ll have clean clothes if he puts her on the street. Getting the washer set. Then taking her drys out. She carries them to her closet where he had ever so clever added a fold out table that hides up on the wall. On her way through. She had stepped on something hard, so she investigates.

“Humph, that’s where that went.”

Picking up the egg vibe from the pile of dirty dark clothes. She goes to wash it off in the palatial sized bathroom. Satisfied it’s clean. She oils up first the egg. Then her sphincter and slips it home. Replacing the bottle of lube and digging in her massive kaboodle full of bathroom products and makeup. she finds the remote and sets the egg to random. “I wonder if Philip likes anal sex” She smiles to herself, feeling the egg inside her firing random bursts of intensity and length. Knowing what will amount to a delicious orgasm, as she starts folding the three loads of clean she has so far.

The pile of clean now just a few items, she hasn’t quite filled even half the rack on one wall with neat organization when the all too familiar sensations start to criss-cross her tummy. She moans and sprawls on the floor writhing in pleasure. Leaving a trailing puddle of sex. Her orgasms seem to be increasing in every way now that they aren’t forced. She’s giving in to the euphoria and letting them happen. Where as the last three years, two sometimes three times a month; she was forced to perform some lude act either alone for some creep who gets off on sex little girls or as a prop to help her mother with an extra large fee.

She didn’t not enjoy the sex. But this. Her feeling safe and warm. Openly giving without reservation is new. Liberating, so free and easy

Her body convulsing with another round of noisy bliss as Philip explodes through the door in a near panic. Dropping to his knees and trying to assess her condition mentally. Her would be hero confused because she didn’t appear sick. Not 24 hours of their meeting anyway. He looks her over. Not at all sure what he should do. His body responding to the all too familiar musky scent of passions in the air. His member starts to swell involuntarily as he starts to recognize her condition.

Extra length to her nipples. Her puffy areola pressing them harder into the material of her clothes. The sweat on her face and the flutter of her tummy. Her body is still jittery as she rolls onto her hands and knees. She engulfs his length easily enough. First only about half his length slips into her maw. Withdraw. Press on. By the fourth push; she has taken his length completely. Her nose pressing to his skin as her tongue wiggles and slathers his scrotum with thick saliva. She swallows a couple times clamping his bulb like a vice before pulling off. Gasping for breath and plunging herself back onto his member. She quivers again. One leg sticking straight out at her side

She moans, gags and pulls off.

“I can’t.” she shakes.

”Daddy, please” flops to the floor as more of her secretions stain the flooring.

“take it” her spine arching

“MY ASS” she manages to grab her thighs and pull. Separating them. Her cunny and dark pucker are completely visible. Now he sees it. A thin cord. Slick with sex, glistening in the closets lighting. He pulls it out. And it takes him a few moments to figure out how to shut it off. Her anal opening convulsing in spasm. Lust overtakes him and he rushes forward. Lines up and plunges his spit lubed length into her guts in one thrust.

Hammering her tightest hole rapidly, his full length sawing in and out as her body responds with varied strength. Her feet locked behind his hips encouraging him to take her as he pleases. She grabs her own tit flesh and convulses. Soaking his stomach with sex. She clamps his cock like a vice. Tieing him to her. He can’t piston her any longer. His cum boiling forth and he floods her intestine with his own love sauce. They both collapse, spent. Chests heaving as they try to recapture breath. Side by side as they stare blankly at nothing while holding hands.

He moves first. Gathering his faculties. Getting to his knees and picking her up. She is so light he manages to gain his feet easily enough. Walking out and looping around he walks into the bath. The computer controlled shower starts with an elbow to the over-large button. Glad now, that he spent the extra money to have hot water on demand here as well as the master bath.