John D - Growing Pains - The wooing of a London soubrette

Grace certainly warmed to Terry, he was a little smarmy and hypocritical but there was a harmlessness innocence to him that she liked. She parted his legs to start on his thighs and he looked back and smiled.

“Rugby legs,” he told her and she nodded.

“They're like tree trunks,” she said and squeezed the top of his toned thigh. He clenched his buttocks and she got a glimpse of his testicles — they were big!

Terry gave a satisfied moan as she deftly ran her hands down his thighs and calves. She knew he wanted sex, they had agreed on a price and taken his fifteen pounds before they had started with the massage. She glanced at the clock. She had been massaging him for half-an-hour and it was about time they started unless they wanted to not finish on time, and the manager start asking awkward questions and docking wages.

She gestured for the gentleman to roll over, which he smiled and did. She normally charged extra for a blow-job but if she liked the guy she would use her mouth as prelude to intercourse and to get him hard. In all her years of experience, she hadn't met a guy who didn't appreciate her lips around their member.

Grace very much did like him, and he was the last customer of the night, but most of all, he was the closest guy to her age, and the cleanest partner she had had for weeks and she wanted him to come back to her if he was to come back to the parlour at all.

“Just to get you in the mood,” she whispered, looked up at him and wrapped her lips around the tip of his erect shaft. He groaned and she slid her tongue over his sensitive glans. Terry sucked in breath sharply. He had only ever received a blow job once and it was a very special sensation then. He put his hands on the top of Grace's head and stroked her hair.

Grace bobbed up and down on his shaft, it rapidly filled with blood to become fully erect. Terry grabbed hold of the edge of the table and gave a nasal groan.

Grace continued and put her fist at the base of his cock to gently pump it as her tongue whirled away over the top of his penis. Her left hand darted over his oiled thighs and he groaned loudly.

“That's good. I'm in the mood,” Terry panted and Grace looked up at him.

“Do you want to me to fuck you or suck you?” She asked and grinned. “Or can you manage both?” Grace found herself saying; giving away free sex, she'd destroy her own market!

Terry gave a weird grunt as Grace sucked on the tip of his member. “Oh both please,” he murmured and her hands touched his testicles and then his perineum.

“Oh fuck,” Terry shouted and his muscles tightened. He began rocking back and forth, pivoting on his hips, and panting sharply. He felt a deep tightness across the backs of his testicles that Grace was happily stroking.

She felt the twitch, she knew he was about to unload his seed into her mouth. She was used to it, but Terry tried to withdraw, pushing his body into the worn towel on the barely padded bench, when he felt the passionate desperation in his loins; his only other oral experience ended in a row when he didn't pull out.

Grace didn't let him and clamped her mouth over his rod. “I'm coming,” Terry whimpered and Grace ran her tongue underneath his head. Terry spewed his semen into her warm mouth with a shuddering grunt and a volley of mewed cries.

Grace took all of his semen, looked up the table at him and made an exaggerated swallowing motion with a sultry look at him. He looked at her open-mouthed, panting as his cock slowly stopped twitching.

“You swallowed it. Girls don't normally swallow, do they?”

Grace chuckled and kissed him on the cheek. “Depends on the girl, doesn't it?”

Terry sat up and looked at his deflated cock. “Not sure I'll manage to get it up again and finished in fifteen minutes,” he replied forlornly and Grace kissed the shaft and then the tip.

“If you tell the manager I was brilliant and you'll be looking to come back with everyone next time, I can squeeze in an extra fifteen or twenty minutes without getting screwed by him,” Grace told Terry as she gently caressed his testicles and then his shaft.

“Oh I'll be doing that all right,” Terry muttered and Grace smiled, took his shaft in her mouth and began to get him hard again.

“And a big, strong stud like you, twice in half-an-hour shouldn't be a problem, right?”

It took five minutes for Terry to be “ready” and a further sixty seconds for Grace to be “ready”; she was already feeling unusually horny, even for her, and her body had gushed in response. She put a condom on the guy and he mounted her.

He had wanted to do her doggy style so she was bent over the massage table as Terry positioned his cock into her hole, which she gently guided in.

She gasped and Terry asked if she was OK. “You're so thick,” she replied and clamped her pussy muscles onto his rock hard member. “That's very nice,” she murmured and Terry chuckled.

He gradually started building up a gentle rhythm, pushing his rod all the way into her canal and then sliding back out. She felt his pubic hair tickle her buttocks. She felt his rod slide along the front of her vaginal wall and moaned loudly.

She always told herself she mustn't orgasm at work, and often faked it when required, but there was a feeling of warmth, an excitement she rarely felt with a client. Her loins were on fire and she sighed, moaning again.

Terry grabbed hold of her waist and was swinging her back onto his member. She groaned, and grabbed hold of the edge of the table. Terry was ramming his cock into her with some strength. She squealed and was rocking back in tune with his rhythm.

She released a grunt and a breath with every stroke he made. She was feeling her own climax building. Who was this guy? How was a punter making her so horny? She tried to put these thoughts out of her mind and to think of asexual images, to stop herself from reaching a peak. She mustn't orgasm. She just couldn't, not with a client.

Terry was getting ready to come again; the joys of being a 24-year-old were clearly apparent! Grace was manipulating and stroking his cock with her internal muscles and Terry was seeing stars; no girl had ever done that to him before and he thought that this woman, this Grace, was incredible in bed.

With one last thrust, his testicles emptied themselves into the rubber condom and they stayed motionless for a moment, soaking up the warmth between them before separating. Grace was a little relieved but far from sated; she would need the attentions of Sandy when she got home.

“Wow!” Terry said looking at the bedraggled Grace. “You're so amazing,” he told her and she beamed at him. Like any girl, she still liked compliments!

She kissed him on the cheek and guided him to the little shower room.

“You weren't so bad yourself,” she replied and ran her fingers over his back.

He was cute, very cute, but unfortunately he was also a punter.

“What the hell is that?” Grace asked as she entered the kitchen naked. A small furry mound was busy eating a bowl of meat and Grace screwed up her face.

“It's a cat,” Sandy said with all seriousness.

“I know it's a cat, but we don't have a cat,”

“We've been adopted,” Sandy told her and Grace shook her head.

“Well we can be unadopted? It's a mangy thing.” Sandy and Grace stared at the black and white creature. It was thin and its fur all matted.

“It just needs some love,” Sandy replied. “Like we all do.”

Grace grunted and threw herself onto the chair, taking a sip of Sandy's drink.

“Hey Neville said there is some work at an all-night party at the weekend if we want it. Some guy wants a dozen whores for all-night fun. There is lots of money in it as only two have signed up so far and he's getting desperate.”