This is the ninth instalment of an 18-year-old music student's, Clare's, sexual journey. In the first instalment, she was hired by the husband and wife team of escort agency owners who discover during some sexual high jinx she is still a virgin. In the second, she set out in a limo to her first appointment with her new escort name, "Celeste," to a man who outbid other men for the privilege of taking her cherry. There is an erotic adventure in the limo. In the third instalment, she lost her cherry to an experienced client. The fourth instalment found the young lass fucked by a client known as the "High Hippie" on the altar of the Earth Goddess at an orgy at midnight of Summer Solstice in Central Park. The fifth had Clare at a party for a friend of the escort agency owner that turns into an orgy. The sixth had her fulfilling a crush she had with her ex-music teacher who was visiting New York. She lured him to her room, slowly stripped and made him an "offer he could not refuse." Then in the seventh instalment, she had a lesbian session with a female boxing champ who has paid a big bonus to be the first to remove the pubic hair from her never shaven pussy. The eighth instalment has her being exploited by her doctor and his drinking buddy during a physical "examination". Today, kind Clare helps a fellow student solve her financial problems.
Saira
Clare walked up the stairs to the office of Midnight Magic Escort Agency with her new Muslim girlfriend, Saira. Young, innocent Saira needed to make some quick money. Clare was helping her apply for a job with Jerome, the co-owner, who was waiting with a big grin on his face behind the door at the top of the stairs.
Clare was remembering that is was just yesterday that she met the pretty young girl in the cafeteria at the Julliard School of Music. It was late in the day after class and the poor girl was sitting alone weeping loudly and muttering in Arabic in the empty hall. She wore the headscarf of a devout Muslim and dressed in modest long beige dress and shawl. Clare was instinctively drawn to help her fellow student and sat in the chair beside her. When she placed a hand on the sad girl's shoulder, the girl was startled and looked up suddenly with tear filled eyes. The frail beauty of the young girl's face took Clare's breath away. She had deep brown eyes with long lashes and high cheek bones and perfect light brown skin. She could easily be a model. The head-scarf covered her hair tightly but framed her gorgeous features nicely.
The sad young thing was reluctant to talk about her worries at first but Clare was such a caring soul that soon the girl poured out her story. She said she was an exchange student from Saudi Arabia and her and her family were devout Muslims. As such, she could not have any boyfriends. But she was eighteen and her body was maturing. Lately she had incredible bouts of horniness that made it almost impossible to concentrate on her studies. She tried to quell the fires by stroking her pussy but this left her unfulfilled. She had heard about personal vibrators as a better method of getting satisfaction and she had purchased one. Unfortunately during an incredible orgasm she had ripped the instrument through her hymen and was therefore no longer technically a virgin. In her culture, this was a disaster. If she returned to her native land without her virginity, she would not be able to marry a good husband. She had even heard of girls being killed for dishonouring their family. She was even contemplating suicide.
There was an alternative but it would take $10,000 and she could not ask her family. When Clare inquired, she told her that many Muslim women that have lost their virginity as young free-spirited girls were able to have expensive surgery to repair their broken hymen and the horny husband on the future wedding night would not know the difference.
The girl's plight was so bad that Clare confessed to Saira how she had made lots of money as an escort. She said she would help the girl get a job as an escort. The girl's face lit up in relief and she kissed Clare's hand in gratitude. Even when Clare told her about having sex with clients, the girl wanted to do it. Anything was better than going back to Saudi Arabia without her hymen and disgraced.Clare pushed the door of the escort agency open and walked in with Saira closing the door behind them. Jerome leapt up from his char behind the desk with a big shit-ass grin on his face and a black hand outstretched to Clare. She was a bit surprised and suspicious that Fran, Jerome's wife and co-owner was not there.
"Well, girl. It is certainly good to see my number one favourite employee." Jerome said as he looked her slowly and brazenly up and down from toes to head. He still regretted not having fucked Clare's sweet pussy when she had applied for a job. But she had given him wonderful oral satisfaction and it gave him a hard-on recalling those red full lips wrapped around his big black cock. He loved the way she dressed up to see him with a pink and white sleeveless summer dress that showed off ample cleavage and short enough to be just a bit naughty. Her long brown curly hair was even more glorious than he had remembered. It fell over her shoulders and framed her beautiful face.
"And this must be the friend you have been telling me about." Jerome's voice boomed and he shot a large open hand to Saira. She blushed, looked up at the good-looking black man towering over her and shook his hand delicately. "My name is Jerome. What is yours, my dear?"
"My name is Saira, sir." she said as she blushed even more crimson and looked down.
Jerome looked her up and down hungrily. The girl was a tiny thing that only went up to his arm pits. She was wearing a traditional Muslim plain brown silk head scarf that tightly covered her hair. Even though it was early summer in New York City and very hot, she wore a heavy long tan dress down to her ankles. The long-sleeved top was buttoned up the front to her neck, revealing nothing. Her face was picture perfect. She exuded innocent beauty in full flower. He couldn't wait to see what delights were hidden under those drab clothes.
Jerome pulled a chair from in front of the desk and placed it in front of the long sofa that was against the far wall of the office.
"Saira, why don't you sit on the chair while Clare and I sit on the sofa? I need to ask you a few questions to see if you are qualified for this job." The girl sat on the chair with her tiny hands on her lap and Jerome and Clare sat on the sofa with Clare on his right side. Jerome wore baggy jeans and both girls noticed that his penis was erect enough to make a small tent in the front when he sat back with his arms outstretched along the top of the back of the sofa.
"So, you want to be one of my high-class well-paid escorts?" The Muslim music student nodded yes. "Good. Now tell me. Did my sweet Clare tell you all about what being an escort is all about?" She nodded yes again. "Good again. But let me be sure. It means having sex with clients. Or as we like to call it in the industry, FUCKING." At this outburst, Saria put her open hand over her chest, looked down in embarrassment and gave a little whimpering sound. Jerome thought, "This is going to be REAL fun. I just love breaking in these innocent types." He dropped his hand to Clare's knee and gave it a good squeeze and left it there when she did not protest. The tent in his pants grew a bit when he thought of what was next.
With a sly grin he said, "Now girl stand up and put that chair back by the desk and come back and stand there so I can see you". With a bit of effort, she took the heavy chair away and stood looking down at Clare and the big man on the sofa.
"Lift up your dress so I can see your legs sweetheart." This was the moment that Saira had dreaded. It was now or never. Clare could see the wheels turning in her friends head. Jerome too and he had seen a few girls scamper away when the moment of truth came. He didn't know which way this one would go. Saira thought she had no choice and with a deep audible sigh, the young girl bent at the waist, reached down to the hem of her dress at her ankles, and lifted it up to her waist. But this only showed her legs from the knees down. "Good girl. Now that wasn't so hard was it?" The girl looked up at the ceiling and Jerome knew that it was tough for this one. He also knew from experience that once a girl had decided to comply, he was in full control.
So, with the confidence of a person in total control he said, "Hell, girl, take that dress off. I want to check out what your business assets are." The tiny beauty began to reluctantly undo the long line of buttons on the front of the dress, starting near her neck.
Jerome was in no hurry. He loved the anticipation of the sexual release that he knew would be coming soon enough. He could see Clare intently watching her friend strip and suspected the erotic show was turning her on as much as it was him. He ran his large hand up Clare's bare leg under her sundress until it rested on her silk thong covered pubic mound. The young music student gave out a low moan when Jerome slipped his index finger expertly along the camel-toe fold of her panties, stroking her womanhood. Sure enough, he felt a growing wet spot which was evidence of her arousal. He leaned his mouth towards Clare's ear and whispered, "Why don't you unzip me and set my cock free, babe. Mr. Johnson needs some air."
Clare had to admit to herself that she was getting extremely horny watching her beautiful friend submit to her boss. Her pussy was throbbing and she felt her love juices flowing. She had been fantasizing about this interview since the moment she called Jerome and booked the appointment. She gladly pulled down the zipper to release her boss's manhood.
Clare loved the velvet-over-granite feel of Jerome's hot erection. It was exactly as she had remembered it felt and how she had fantasized while relieving her passions with her long black vibrator in her dorm room. She smelled the punky-sweet odour of his manly parts and it turned her erotic subconscious up a few notches.
