Jaynes World Pt 22

A message from the author.

This is quite a long story with numerous twists and turns and several key characters. Therefore, for continuity it is probably best read in chronological order but, as each part is a stand-alone story it's not essential. So, whichever way you read it, I hope you get enjoyment and pleasure from it.

In the last part, 21, I explained how I dipped my toe into the taboo world of 'ladylove.' In this, and the next few parts you will see how I have, as I do with most things, plunged right into it and have found a bi world I had no idea existed. Hence, although there is some stuff with James and I explain about my start at offering extras, it is published in the Lesbian category. Please forgive me if that offends anyone.

Love,

Jayne.

I was acutely aware that new things were happening to me. Strange things. Sexually related things. It had been going on for some time as I had drifted pretty casually from being merely a fairly promiscuous, mid-twenties millennial woman to toying with being a hooker. Now, though, since meeting Kate and having been most comprehensively seduced by her, and having Gretta suggesting we have a date where as clearly as anything the main agenda item was sex, I was moving into a different and unfamiliar area and at a greater speed. I was testing my sexuality and examining my feelings toward women. In fact, I was wondering if I was becoming a lesbian and certainly, I realised with a jolt, I was bisexual.

But it was more than that. My whole attitude towards sex was changing; actually, to be more accurate it had already changed. I'd always been fairly relaxed about it and with the right sort of guy I guess I'd been fairly easy to get into bed. I had adapted to modelling and to getting so turned on when posing, especially for a group, that I wanted to cum and would willingly have fucked any of the photographers had that been offered but, thankfully I suppose, none had been. I had got used to paying for the rent on my dad's friend Mickey's flat by having sex with him in my bed most Thursday afternoons, I was becoming receptive to offering extras to the punters who used me as a model and recently, I had let myself be seduced by a middle-aged female studio owner.

I was pretty sure that if I discussed my sexual history with a psychologist or sexual therapist and they delved into my background, they would assert that the sexual shenanigans I had with my father in my late teens was at the heart of my later sexual behaviour.

Since that fateful day with Kate, I had hardly thought of anything else other than lesbian or, as I thought of it, bi sex. Even when having sex with James and when providing my first proper extras to a punter in Kate's studio and, especially when posing with Gretta for Max, what Kate and I had got up to kept filling my mind.

Her phrase that had so stimulated me kept ringing in my ears. "I want to make such complete ladylove to you Jayne, is that okay?" God, how evocative and full of mysterious meaning was that? When it slithered out of her mouth, I was lying on the bed in the studio, naked apart from my panties that were around my legs, just above my knees. As she talked away any modest resistance I had, I felt my arousal building up. Obviously, that amazing phrase about making ladylove played a big part as did her intense gaze, as she confidently and slowly removed her blouse and showed me her bare breasts. I was transfixed by them, which was crazy really, as I saw other models' bodies so often. Somehow, though, this was different, particularly when she slid her tight, leather trousers down and stepped out of them. The thought that immediately came into my mind when I saw that she wasn't wearing panties was whether she had planned this seduction? But then how and why had she? We didn't really even know each other! Was I that easy and obvious, I asked myself.

The sex that she introduced me to wasn't soft, intimate and gentle. In fact, it was rather rushed, quite hard and direct and lacking in affection. However, it was stunningly stimulating, extremely stirring and just about as sexually invigorating as sex can be. After all, she made me cum three or four times in quick succession.

Firstly, when she lay beside me on the bed, kissed me deep and long with her tongue almost down my throat and ran her hand from my breasts to between my legs. Without thinking, I opened them and after an almost cursory fondling of my clit and lips she plunged into me and finger-fucked me to a quick and strong orgasm. I clung to her, whimpering and sobbing as my body shuddered with such powerful feelings.

"Okay lovely Jayne, that was what you wanted wasn't it?"

I didn't reply but instead and completely without thinking I pressed my lips against her breast that she was offering to me. She persisted, "it was, wasn't it? From the moment you undressed, your body was crying out for me, wasn't it?" With my mouth full of the miniscule amount of flesh on her no more than A cup boobs I couldn't reply, so she persisted, "wasn't it Jayne, you wanted me to fuck you, didn't you?"

I had no idea what to say, as in reality I didn't know whether I had wanted that or whether it was just her imagination, but I mumbled something that she took as a yes and she went on. "And you enjoyed being finger-fucked by me, didn't you?" she asked as she kissed me again with even more agile and deep tongue involvement than before.

"Yes Kate, yes, yes I did," I groaned, not sure whether I was feeling reluctant or pleased that I had enjoyed my first serious, grown-up lesbian sex as she went on, "and you want more don't you?"

"What Kate, more what?" I somewhat deliriously groaned not at all sure what I was saying or referring to.

"More of me, more of this?" she told me, stroking me and rubbing my clit as her mouth slid onto my breast and sucked my nipple. I couldn't stop my body responding and I found myself pressing my tits firmer against her pleasure-giving mouth. I was being titty-sucked and fingered simultaneously and that inevitably led me to my second climax which, if anything, was stronger and lasted longer than the first.

"Is that better Jayne, now we've got that out of your body, now I've given you what you needed so much?" she asked, holding me as the shuddering slowly subsided.

I whimpered a rather pathetic, "Yes Kate yes, it is," not at all sure what I really meant.

"You wanted sex with me, didn't you?"

"I don't know Kate," I groaned still clinging to her lithe, smooth body with my cheek pressed against her chest. It was so nice and I felt unusually comfortable as we chatted and she asked, "what do you mean don't know? As they - men that is -- say, love, you were gagging for it. I could see that."

I didn't know what she was talking about as that was by no means my recollection of my feelings while I had posed for her. I recalled feeling aroused but then that was no different to how I felt pretty much every time I undressed for a punter or anyone, James and Mickey included. Yes, I had that extra tingle that I got when posing for Max, but I didn't think that was anything to do with wanting to have sex with him, or now with her. But then, I was thinking as we lay in each other's arms caressing and stroking each other, I hadn't really resisted, had I? I had done nothing to deter her before she started and even less to stop her after she had. Perhaps I was up for it? After all it was still sex and usually, I was up for that. This was just a different type of sex!

Then Kate started on my breasts. As she cupped and squeezed and licked, sucked and kissed them, she also rubbed my clit and stroked the insides of my thighs, something that I find particularly arousing. At the same time, she kept talking to me. Telling me how lovely my body was, how beautiful my full breasts were, how successful I'd be as one of her models and how much I'd earn from extras for, as she put it, 'all the punters will want to fuck you just as I have.' Somewhere during this I managed to stammer that I didn't usually go with women but that didn't seem to deter her at all, and she said how beautiful she found me and how much she wanted to make me cum just as she bit my nipples quite hard, like Mickey used to. That had a similar effect to when he had roughed me up and I started another climax.

After that finished with some acute shuddering of my entire body, I thought we might rest for a while or stop altogether, but no, that was not part of her plan. Hardly had the shaking and panting finished than Kate was fumbling her legs between mine until our most womanly places were pressing together. She squirmed hers against mine so that the two wetnesses merged into one sodden, quite noisy mess of erotic sensations. And then like that I suppose she technically fucked me for part of her was at times inside me and it was amazing.

*

Whether it was a coincidence or as a result of our sex, I didn't know, but in the couple of weeks after that amazing time with Kate I had eight modelling sessions in her studio and three of those ended with me providing extras.

The first was a simple and straightforward hand job. It was with a nice bloke called Hal who was around James's age and rather portly. He didn't seem to be very experienced as a photographer, nor as it happens as a lover, and had an ordinary Olympus camera which, I had learned from Max, wasn't very good. In retrospect I found it rather ironic that my first extras, putting Zak the scam to one side, were provided to yet another mature guy and a not very appealing one at that. But it was quick, straightforward, lasted hardly any time at all and he was suitably grateful and paid without trying to negotiate or con me.

The second was more dramatic and in some ways more exciting. Again, the punter was middle-aged, but more attractive than the first one. We'd gone through the mandatory sequence of me fully dressed, undressing, in underwear, topless then naked before he asked, "how much further can we go Marie?" using my posing name.

Thinking he meant with extras, I asked, "what did you have in mind?" and was puzzled when he came back with.

"Open legs and touching, that sort of thing" which made me giggle.

"They are extras Garry, you realise that?"

"Sort of," he replied rather hesitantly before asking, "what's the full list then?"

I had learned not to open up too much but to put the ball back into the punter's court so I asked what he had in mind and he replied, "can I cum on you?" Fortunately, as where on me hadn't been agreed, he wanked himself to cum on my stomach.

The third was a little unusual as he asked if he could massage me which was something I hadn't built into my price list. Thinking quickly, I recovered, and we agreed a fee of fifty pounds which seemed to be easy money for doing nothing other than to lay there and let him do the work. So, I laid on the bed on my front and waited as he messed around with his camera and the lights focusing them on me so my naked body was lit up. That felt good.

Other than by would-be lovers and James, I hadn't been massaged in a sexual way before and so I didn't know what to expect. As usual, though, when exposing myself I was aroused and my body was tingling which got rather more extreme when I felt his hands running quite lightly up and down my back. They went together from my shoulders into the dip of my waist and then up the slopes of my bottom and onto my cheeks that he then squeezed. It was pretty clear to me that he knew what he was doing for both his touch and movement were just right. As I lay there almost revelling in his hands on my body, I smiled to myself when I thought that I was getting paid for him giving me such enjoyment and pleasure.

Standing beside the bed and bending over it and my body, he moved on from my back to my legs. He started on those by gently pulling on both of my ankles as he opened them, obviously exposing the lips of my pussy together with the crease between my cheeks. Although he had earlier taken shots of both, lying down as I now was, it seemed far more intimate to have him looking at my sexual privacy.

"Okay Marie?" he asked, running his fingertips up and down the inside of my right thigh and stopping just a couple of inches from the top.

"Mmmmmm yes," I replied softly, acutely aware of how near they were to my pussy, which I feared was likely to be glistening with my juices.

"You sure?" he went on, leaving that hand where it was and softly fondling my bum cheek with his other hand.

"Yes sure," I sighed as the familiar feelings welled up in me, making me realise that I was becoming seriously turned on. That made me question my suitability for being a hooker!

He finished the light massage, which in reality was no more than a fondle of my legs and said in a husky near whisper, "okay to turn over now, Marie?"

Rolling over onto my back I felt uncharacteristically embarrassed, rather uncomfortable and increasingly aroused when he stared at my naked body. I put that down to the position I was in and what we were doing. I was quite used to the familiar tingling feelings and heaviness in my breasts as I posed and became sexually aroused. In fact, I'd mentioned it to a few of the models I had got to know, including Gretta, and each had told me that it happened to them as well, so I had put it down to the whole posing thing just being part of a woman's sexual expression! It was on my bucket list to ask one of the male models, perhaps Lee, if it was the same for them?

"You really do have wonderful breasts, Marie," he muttered, focusing his gaze on them.

"Thank you," I sighed back to him, as I watched his eyes presumably, noting that there was no sagging to the sides and that my nipples were poundingly erect.

"May I?" he surprised me by asking as he reached out towards them.

"Er, um, er yes okay," I whispered back, involuntarily slightly arching my back as his hand closed onto my left breast which he squeezed gently and, as it happens, just about perfectly. It made me smile and my mouth fell open as a flood of lovely feelings spread through my entire body.

"Okay Marie?"

"Mmmm yes, lovely," I replied without thinking.

"Well perhaps I could do this then?" he said, placing his other hand on my right boob.

"Is this usually part of your massage?" I asked.

"It varies, love."

It was a strange situation to be lying there naked with the punter's hand fondling my tits as we just looked at each other. I didn't know what to do for I was enjoying it, but had not been in such a situation before. I knew that I was aroused and that I felt good, but my sex addled mind couldn't compute properly. It couldn't tell me how to react, what to do or work out what would be appropriate in the circumstances. But slowly my mind acknowledged what my body was telling it. Gradually they both found an accord. Each was accepting what the other wanted and between them they told me the blunt fact, which was that I wanted to cum, to be made to cum, and maybe what had often been deep down when modelling, was now rising to the surface: I wanted to be fucked.

Somehow, I managed to mumble, "how does it vary?" as I looked at the bulge in his jeans that was tantalisingly just a foot or so away from where I was lying naked with his hands encouraging the most delicious feeling from my tits.

"Women react in different ways," he told me.

"And what are they?" I rather stupidly asked.

"Well like this for a starter Marie," he muttered, as one of his hands moved from my breasts and held my wrist, pulling on it gently as if waiting to see my response. I did nothing mainly because I didn't know what to do or what my mind and body wanted me to do. So, I simply lay there and watched in amazement as the cheeky bastard pressed my hand against his delicious looking lump just a short distance from my face. It felt wonderful. Although I was surprised, I recovered my composure quickly and retorted.

"Then what?" I asked with a grin as, without really thinking, I squeezed the bulge of his erection and balls.

He smiled back, gave my tit a nice squeeze and said, "well that's completely up to them, isn't it?"

I could hardly believe what was happening as I lay there with his hands fondling my breasts as I squeezed his cock through his jeans. Was this really how providing extras was supposed to be, I wondered? It hardly seemed like a business transaction to me but then, I reconciled, as I fiddled with his zip, wasn't it better that I enjoyed it? So I asked, "like this, maybe?" as I slid it down.

"Yes Marie, exactly like that," he went on, finishing off the zip's downward slide and undoing the button at the top, clearly inviting me to put my hand where my aroused mind and body wanted it to go.

This was the first time that I had let my urge to cum when posing get the better of me, the first time I had, as it were, joined in. As I slid my hand inside this stranger's jeans and boxers fumbling to find what I desperately wanted to feel and hold, I felt confused. What did this make me, a whore, a nympho or just oversexed? Should I be joining in like this? Where would it take me? 'Oh fuck it,' I groaned to myself feeling sexually elated as I wrapped my fingers around his beautifully hard dick.

"Mmmmmm that's lovely," he croaked, bending over and kissing my breasts and then chewing gently on both of my nipples in turn as I felt his hand wrapping around mine, causing both of us to start slowly pumping his cock. It felt just right. But then it got better, or was it worse? His hand slid down my body and without asking or being invited, it cupped my mound with his fingers sliding into the wetness of my aroused pussy. I was slightly horrified to realise that as he'd cupped it I had opened my legs to give his fingers more room to pleasure me. And pleasure me he did. His fingers slid along my soaked lips delving slightly inside and exposing my clit as he quite expertly pulled the hood aside to give his fingers uninterrupted freedom to do what they wanted.

I started to cum. It was what my body had been increasingly crying out for since he was photographing me earlier. It was what I had wanted so many times when posing and at last it was happening, and I was being paid for it.

"May I Marie?" I heard as if from a distance, causing me to open my eyes. His jeans and boxers were pushed down and he was holding his cock over my body. It was quite clear what he was suggesting and, although I probably should have asked for more money, that was furthest from my mind as, arching my back I asked, "What?" although I knew full well what he wanted.

"May I cum on your tits Marie?"

I didn't reply; well not at first with words but instead with deeds as, looking right into his eyes, I pushed my boobs together and whispered, "like this love?"

I watched absolutely fascinated with my orgasm tearing through my mind and body and him stroking himself as streams of his spunk splattered onto each boob and into the cleavage between them.

HIM.

"How was the trip?" I asked you, as I held you in my arms at Leeds station. Running my hands up and down your back I established the usual absence of a bra which, pleasingly, caused a strong twitch within my cock. I had laden myself up with Cialis, so I knew that once I got an erection it would stay with me for ages. As you were here for just one night, I wanted to make the most of it and by that I meant of you, really.

"Easy as usual, train dead on time."

"So did you take it off on there or leave home without it?" I asked, genuinely interested but more because it excited me to talk about your underwear.

"Hmm that's for me to know and you to find out, isn't it?" you smiled back.

"Well perhaps I can persuade you when I undress you in about forty minutes time?" I retorted as we walked towards the car. As it happened, I forgot to ask you anything about it when I did undress you in the conservatory on the back of my house almost exactly an hour later, no more than fifteen minutes after we got there. It had been almost a month since you'd been up and during that time I had been to the 'local' massage parlour twice and the Manchester one, where I'd had the quite fantastic two girl massage. That had made me wonder if you would be up for a threesome, perhaps with Cassie or Ros who I recalled as your jeans slithered to the floor, were due to visit my house next week. Not unnaturally, that made me visualise the four of us together, but realism kicked in and I tempered my ambitions and tried to work out which one of them I would pair you with. But all thoughts of the future were pushed to one side as you stood near to the double doors with your back to them in just a pair of tiny white knickers. You looked fucking fantastic and I knew full well that our soon-to-be sex was going to be exactly that.