The Man Who Would Pay

The Man Who Would Pay - 4

It was another month before I summoned up the courage to approach Daniel. A month in which I fucked four more guys picked at random from responses to my advertisement. Four times I'd gone out with Daniel snooping around. But If I was to improve my online presence, I needed him. He would have to think whatever he thought. I took the plunge on a rare occasion when he wasn't being annoying.

"I want you to help me."

Daniel was bouncing up and down on the edge of my bed as if he were auditioning for chief mattress tester at DreamCloud.

"How?"

"I want you to set up a website."

"What sort of website?"

I couldn't hold his questioning gaze and turned away. Stupid. It was a dead giveaway I was hiding something.

"A blank one. I'll put my own stuff in it."

He laughed at me.

"It's not as simple as that. For a website to be worthwhile it has to be tailored to the market you're going after."

I hadn't thought of that.

"Do you want personal or business? And there'll be a charge."

"I'm your sister."

"I didn't mean from me. The host site charges. It's not a lot.

Why don't you just use Onlyfans?"

I glared. Daniel looked ten years older at that moment. Where had the stupid little kid gone I could tease as much as he did me?

"Oh come on, Sis. You're taking sexy photos in your underwear. Now you want a website? You think I'm stupid?"

"Christ. You sound like dad there."

He'd already taken my photos and hadn't said anything. Should I just be honest? If he was involved, he couldn't grass me up. He was waiting in a serious silence for an answer.

"Okay. It's a... questionable website I need."

"As in sex, questionable?"

I hesitated.

"Yes."

"How questionable?"

"Very."

"That's not helpful."

I was crimson. A full-on display of freckles. Dots he only had to join up to realise what I was doing. I blurted it out.

"I want an advert for services. A classy one. But if you say anything I swear I'll fucking kill you."

Daniel hardly reacted.

"Fair enough. That's all you had to say. Not the bit about killing me though. Could have left that out."

Wow. He wasn't screaming at me or calling me names.

"You'll do it?"

"Yeah.

Just need to know what services. Are we talking photos, videos or..."

I stayed quiet. I didn't trust my voice not to shake.

Daniel rolled his head back.

"Okay.

So not just photos. Explains where you keep going to every week."

His eyes bore into me and I saw no point in trying to make it sound more savoury. It was what it was.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Just a bit. If it was a date you'd be out late clubbing or being dropped home. Not coming back at ten o'clock. It's like a two or three-hour thing. Almost as if it's... a booking."

I said nothing as his eyes searched me for telltale clues.

"Danica. You're doing it for money, aren't you? I've seen the fancy new clothes all of a sudden."

"It's not about the money."

"They're paying you for sex, Danica. Of course, it's about the money."

"It's not. It's about... the thrill."

"Of sex?"

I thought about it. Trying to work out exactly what it was about, to find words that described it.

"Illicit sex. Taboo sex.

Pushing the barriers. It's... fun. That's all. I won't do it for long."

Daniel still looked a lot older as he studied my face. I felt small under his gaze. He was making me face that I was prostituting myself. But I still couldn't feel shame. Was I abnormal?

"You like being a slut?"

I shrugged. He hadn't said it nastily. Almost as if he understood.

"Yeah. I like feeling... used. It's just a fantasy that's gone... further."

"And you can't get that with a boyfriend?"

"No. I can't explain it, but I don't want the intimacy. Just the... the act. I like that it's a little scary. That it's wrong. It just... makes everything better somehow."

This time I did look at him. I searched his face for any sign my baby brother was disgusted at his older sister. There was none.

He shrugged.

"People do far worse for thrills."

"So you'll help me?"

"Yeah. I'll do it.

How much are you making?"

"Last month. Five hundred. I saw someone every Friday."

"Wow. Five hundred from four guys.

For just a few hours work?"

I shrugged.

"Couple of hours for each I suppose like you said.

Don't worry. I'll pay you for the website."

"That's not what I was thinking.

Imagine how much you could make if say, you did it three or four times a week. You could give up your job. Get a place of your own and up your prices a bit. You'd make a fortune."

"Ha. Then I'd be a prostitute."

"Breaking news, Danica. You are."

That hurt. Mainly because it was true. I knew that, but hearing someone else say it was new. Strangely, Daniel still didn't seem disgusted.

"I'll only do it for a while. Then I'll stop."

"Why? You're doing it because you like it. Not to feed a drug habit or for some pimp. So what does it matter how long you do it for?"

I mulled that over in my head.

"I don't suppose it does."

I sat on my bed and snuggled up next to him, confident my secret would remain safe.

"Do a good job and you can be my pimp."

"Twenty-five per cent and the occasional freebie?"

"I like you at the minute. Don't spoil it."

Saturday came around and I'd taken another booking. How easy was this? I had my pick of men. I'd spent months frustrated before Lawrence. Now, when I got horny all I had to do was select the best-sounding offer and book a time. Sex on order. For both parties. When my website was up and running, it'd be easier to attract a nice class of people and avoid the creeps.

"How do I look?"

I made a sexy pose in another new dress before bursting into giggles.

"I'd do you." Daniel grinned flicking his eyes over me.

"And pay for the privilege?"

"If I had a job. Yeah."

"Perhaps I could do special rates for students."

"Discount for family members?"

"Ew.

I have to go. You can go jerk off in your bedroom."

I buckled up my heels and picked my bag up.

"Wish me luck."

"Enjoy."

Oh, I intended to do that alright. I was already breaking out in goosebumps. My knees were shaking with anticipation. And my fucking nipples were hard, pushing tightly against the material.

Downstairs. Mum and Dad were in the front room watching TV. They were oblivious to their daughter slipping out of the front door to be a lady of the night. I just hoped Daniel continued to keep his mouth shut.

I met this one in a hotel. A businessman in town for important meetings he told me. I just smiled politely over a drink at the bar. He was another one in his forties, but not unacceptable. A little more spread than Joe, and big generally. I was five foot, seven. And most men were taller than me. This one, Graham he said his name was, towered over me. If his cock was on the same scale, I might need helping back to my car.

The nerves of the first few times had gone. I still flushed and I still had butterflies, but now it was through hunger rather than fear.

"Wow. You look amazing. Your photos don't do you justice."

"Thank you."

"Drink first?"

"A gin please," I said drawing up a chair to sit next to him.

It was much as before. Small talk in which I gave little away. It was just the breaking of the ice while we both eased our nerves of interacting with a new acquaintance. Now obviously, for most people, that meant someone they'd talk to, have a drink with, or engage in some normal business. Not so us. We were going to fuck.

"Are you ready?"

I knocked back the last of my drink and retrieved my snatch bag from the floor. Time to deliver, or receive. My perspectives were fluid on that one.

"Can't wait."

That was true. I was like a dog on heat. A week of abstinence, apart from my pillow that is, and the promise of exciting new territory. I was salivating at the idea of sucking his cock, and my pussy was soaking my panties as my mindless little bean responded to the idea of rubbing over it as he fucked me.

Going to his room came with new sensations. I was walking through a hotel, past everyday couples. I was struck by how they were in relationships and had known each other for ages, while I was paid for company. They existed in the world of my Mum and Dad. One of happy families. An existence I'd once expected to follow and had actively sought. Until I'd played Lawrence's game and discovered there was another way to get my fun. I'd made my choice. I was with this man for a few hours, there only to be fucked. Then I would leave.

And so I found myself stripping away my clothes without fanfare or subtlety. My only intent was to be naked so that he had unrestricted access to my young body. But it was his that had my attention as I removed my final garment. I'd already registered that he was a big powerful man. As his clothes came away, I was conscious of how much bigger than me he actually was.

"Oh, good god. You're a big man."

I was grinning madly at his powerful arms and legs. And his broad, manly chest.

I got to my knees as he lowered his underwear. Fucking hell, it wasn't just his arms and legs that were big. His cock was enormous. I gave a silent prayer he didn't shove it down my throat.

"Jesus." I gasped as I put both hands around it.

My eyes were all over it. It tilted upwards. Not dramatic, but enough to hit the sweet spot. And it still retained its foreskin, now pulling tightly back on his crown with his erection. I liked that it wasn't veiny. It was smooth and pretty. It's always better to give head when a cock is pretty. I could smell it. Clean skin with the tiniest hint of musk. I can't describe the trembling arousal I felt as if hit my olfactory glands. I shivered.

"Holy fuck, that's..."

He had a mass of dense pubes at its base. It was a wood growing from dark grass. And then there were his balls. Not so taut, or dangly. Just... fucking perfect.

"Shocks most girls." He said with a wry grin.

Oh yeah. He was proud of it.

"Be gentle."

I laughed. I also meant it.

"Open wide."

It filled my mouth. Just his crown was enough. A big bulbous mushroom of heat. But fucking hell it felt good on my tongue. It was kind of delightful to have to stretch my jaw to accommodate him, though it ached to keep my teeth from scratching him. I made lots of hand strokes and sucked his balls to avoid too much mouth work. He seemed happy.

"That's it, girl. That feels so good."

I squeezed his balls. Even they weren't small.

"Uhh."

"You like that?"

I kept my voice low and quieter. It came out as a husky whisper. Sexy.

"You like it when I fondle your big balls don't you."

"Yeah. It's so fucking hot when you grab them."

I sucked him again, fondling those ovoids at the same time. His crown was swollen and hard, his foreskin rolled back into a ring of taut flesh at its base. His heat was unmistakable. And so was the agitation driving him. His hips were beginning to rock, gently shafting my mouth. Above me, his breathing was becoming heavier.

"Oh fuck. That's so good."

I liked that he found my mouth such a comforting place. It made me feel powerful. And so fucking horny. I couldn't resist fingering my wet flesh and rubbing around my bean to feed its persistent sting.

"Lay on the bed. Face down."

I moved back from him, doing as he said. I moved slowly, crawling up onto the divan with my arse and wet eager pussy swaying for him to watch.

Graham came up behind me, pressing me to the mattress. His hands explored my body, caressing my back, then down my arms, my legs, and over my butt.

"Mmm."

I was on fire. My nectar gushing to soak me. The smell of my sex mixed with his musk to fill the room. An arousing cocktail of desire and promise.

"Uhh."

That cock stretched me like a medieval torture instrument going in. Graham was gentle though. He took his time, easing deeper with little thrusts until he was settled deep inside me. I put my arms up to brace myself against the headboard and spread my legs wider.

"Oh fuck."

"You're tight."

"Everyone's fucking tight around your monster."

"You'd be surprised. They aren't all as fresh and sweet as you."

'They'. I liked hearing that word. It reminded me that I wasn't his all. That I was just a transient fuck. Other girls would be horrified at feeling like that. It only excited me even more. A reminder that I was nothing. Just another whore, here to pleasure him before being discarded.

When he started, it wasn't just his cock driving into me that took my breath away. It was the power that came with his size and the weight against me when he made home.

"Uh."

It wasn't fast or frantic. But it was with purpose. He fucked me over and over, stretching my tunnel and filling me with warmth. It was amazing.

"Uh."

He had just the right angle and made just the right depth to press through my walls and excite my bean. Fucking glorious.

"That feels so good." He whispered.

"I love how tight you are. I love your soft arse and slender back and your red hair. So beautiful."

He brushed that hair aside and kissed my neck all over."

"Uh. Uh."

I was heating fast. My body was on autopilot toward only one destination.

"Oh, Jesus fuck."

I was pinned down by his power. Frustrating that I couldn't move. Also arousing that I had to accept his rhythmic penetration without escape.

"Uhhh."

Instinct has you move as orgasm approaches. It has you looking for that momentary change of pace. It's like trying to scratch the most intense itch from a different angle. That's why we squirm and writhe as we tip over the edge.

Under Graham, I had no options. It came at me in a constant, methodic rub of every sensual nerve. I gripped the bedsheets ahead of me with desperation as if clinging to a cliff edge to avoid the fall.

"Oh god."

Then I was tumbling. I came with a scream of abandonment.

"Fuck."

Then even his strength and weight couldn't hold me still. Madness took me as I was rewarded for my play as the whore.

He withdrew sharply as my head returned to sufficiently to understand his desperate instruction.

"Turn over.

Turn over."

I spun quickly to find him pumping his monster vigorously. He shot his load over my tits with a humongous grunt. Creamy white splatters covered my flesh. I played around with it and caressed my nipples as if it were a moisturizer.

I sat up sharply and put my lips around his cock, massaging his crown to extend his excitement, and to hold on to that wonderful feeling he'd given me for just a few seconds longer.

Graham was spent. He dropped back onto the bed and put his head on the pillow.

"That was great. Thanks."

I took that as my cue to leave and retrieved my dress. Like the used whore I was, I just dressed. There was no sweet talk. No 'I love you's'. It was done and that was it. He'd be asleep as soon as I was gone.

I walked through reception feeling as if all eyes were on me. They weren't, but I wouldn't have cared if they had been. It was crazy, but I felt proud of myself. Proud that these men thought me worthy of parting with money just to pump my hole for an hour or so. Had nature blessed me so well that I was worth cash for something they got for free from wives and girlfriends? Was I so much better at it than they were?

The drive home took about thirty minutes. Daniel would still be up and I knew he was going to quiz me for details now that he knew what I was doing. Telling my brother all about how someone had fucked me would be weird. Awkward. And maybe a little arousing. I had a feeling I was still going to need my pillow before I went to sleep.

The house was in darkness when I got in. The only light was escaping from under Daniels's door as I tiptoed past. I knew he was coming by the creak of floorboards before I'd even shut the door. I left it open for him and kicked my shoes off.

"Shut the door," I whispered hearing him behind me.

I turned around.

"Preferably with you on the other side."

I didn't want him to go, but I couldn't help but stick to the tease of treating my little brother as the annoying sibling. I'd been doing it for so long it came naturally. Even when I wanted his company.

"Can't I even check up on my big sis?"

"When did you start caring?"

I knew he did. Beneath the squabbling, we did love one another. I was just never going to say it out loud.

"Of course, I care."

I saw a softness in his face I hadn't expected. The shield had momentarily dropped. I buried the cutting remarks.

"All's good. Thank you."

I found my bag and showed him my money, grinning. It still wasn't about the money, but it was a tangible symbol of my degradation.

"You can have half for doing my webpage, in the morning when I can be asked to count it out."

"Tired?"

"Oh yeah. I'm fucked."

He started laughing at me.

"Okay." I protested.

"You know what I mean."

Then I gave him what he wanted to know.

"He was big. Big guy. Big..."

I held up my hands, exaggerating the length.

"Humongous big."

He looked disappointed.

"Great. All these big men out there. I understand how you feel about your tits now."

I pulled my dress off and hung it up. I didn't suppose it mattered much what Daniel saw now. He could look at my tits if he wanted. I didn't care anymore.

"Don't be so stupid. He was an exception. They're not all that big. And there's nothing wrong with average.

It's what you do with it that matters. Just getting hit in the cervix over and over isn't a great feeling, you know."

"How do I compare?"

Oh my. The little virgin brother was worried he wasn't man enough. I sat on my bed in nothing but my panties looking at him. He was genuinely asking.

"I don't know. I haven't seen yours. Not since mum was bathing you when you were two."

I laughed. Daniel stayed silent and I felt a crazy urge.

"Show me."

He looked stunned.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Why not. Only show, mind. And I'll tell you how you measure up."

"You have to be honest though."

I smirked.

"Trust me. If it's teeny weeny I won't be missing the chance to take the piss. Now just show me and let's get it out of the way before it starts to feel weird."

Daniel wasn't shy. He just lowered his boxers and lifted his tee shirt clear of a semi. It was growing though, lifting to give a clear view of his balls. They weren't bad either. For a moment I just watched taking a strange enjoyment from seeing my brother's cock swelling until it pointed straight at me.

"It's, slightly above average. Pretty. That's important. No one wants to look at an ugly cock when they're sucking it."

I got a hold of myself, realising who I was looking at.

"You've got nothing to worry about," I said a little more coldly.

I took a deep breath and huffed it out to cool myself as his meat reached its full potential.

"Okay. I've seen your cock and you've been staring at my tits long enough. Fuck off and let me sleep."

"You're not going to help me out?"

I looked at his cock again. Had he been anyone else, I might have done. It was nice.

"Now that's making it weird. Go sort yourself out in your own room. I just need to sleep."

I swung my legs up into the bed and snuggled under the covers as he pulled his boxers up.

"And turn the light out, please."