My name is Martin and I am 29 years old I am fairly ordinary looking, slim but with a pot belly and usually with two days worth of stubble.
I was in a local coffee shop talking to my mate Ian.
"18 months since I last had sex," I grumbled, "and even back then the sex with Sharon was not great, regular but not great."
"You need a good fuck with a more experienced woman," said Ian grinning at me. Ian seemed to have good sex life while although I had made love to three different women and I had enjoyed it the sex had seemed fairly safe none of the women had really wanted to experiment.
Ian looked at the contact list in his phone and wrote a number down on a piece of paper and pushed it over to me.
"Phone that number, it is some kind of agency, they provide women for sex and the women will do what ever you want, the prices are remarkably cheap."
"Prostitutes?" I asked.
"Yes, the ones I have met have all seemed like plain ordinary housewives but in bed they are stunning." Replied Ian, "and they all live locally and will come to you."
I took the piece of paper, I had never paid for sex before, unless you counted the amount of drink I had bought Emma one afternoon with the idea of getting her so drunk I could have sex with her. It had worked I took her to some near by woods and found how hard it was to undress an unconscious woman. I took a few photos of her naked and then climbed on top of her and lost my virginity and then fucked her a second time. The next day she called me mad at what I had done to her. Sending her one of the pictures I had taken of her shut her up. I am ashamed to say I used the pictures to blackmail her into having sex with me again. The sex was unsatisfactory Emma undressed laid on her back opened her legs and laid still, not joining just looking over my shoulder as I fucked her twice. That was the last time I saw her, I heard later she was working at a travel agents.
The next day I phoned the number, a man called Ginger answered. I asked for a woman older than me who would do what ever I asked of her. I was surprised at the price, only £20 for six hours with her. I paid over the phone.
I live by myself in a very small terrace house, I am proud of the interior I did much of it myself. Some of the stuff came from my parents house when they downsized but much of the interior design is mine, not bad for a computer geek I thought.
On the dot of 10am, the arranged time, there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and was gobsmacked.
"Mrs Goodall!" I exlaimed. I had gone to school with her son, we had been best mates, looking out for each other at school, attending each others birthday parties as we grew up and then we drifted apart. Mrs Goodall had always been good and kind to me, someone I looked up to and now here she was stood on my door step, I was so embarrassed, my friends mum and I had paid for sex with her. I had plans for the woman that turned up, I had spent the night fantasying about what I would do to her, and now I was not sure what to do or say.
"Hello Martin, I did not expect to meet you! What a surprise! I am here to do what ever you want, are you going to let me in? She said with a smile.
I stood to one side and she entered the house. I was stilled stunned.
"Use my first name, Janice, it is less formal than Mrs Goodall." I looked at her, she had put on a lot of weight since I had last seen her. She was wearing a t-shirt, jeans and trainers.
"Don't be shy of me, I am here to provide you with a service and the fact we know each other changes nothing." She did surprise me leaning forward and planting a quick kiss on my lips.
"Know what do you want of me?"
"Janice, Can you just stand still there for a moment?" I probed. I asked it in a way expecting to get some sort of reaction.
"Yep." She stopped and stood in the centre of the room, looking at me. Okay, this was definitely happening. She was doing as I asked.
"Come here." This time it was an order. I knew Janice would do exactly what I'd tell her to do and she did. She closed the distance between where she was standing to where I was seated on the couch and stood directly in front of me. My head came up to her waist.
"Take your top off."
Her hands grabbed the bottom of her shirt and she peeled it up over her head and off her arms. The amount of skin it revealed was enchanting. She was plump but with nice sized tits. Her tits were in a purple bra. The shape of them was really on display.
I'm pretty sexually inexperienced. What I did have was hundreds of hours logged on pornographic websites. I knew my fantasies were those of domination, control, bdsm, humiliation and here I was with a woman who would do anything I wanted her to it was perfect.
"Now take the bra off."
Janice complied, expertly removing the bra and dropping it on the floor. I was drinking in the view of her tits. That sat perfectly on her chest, her pink nipples sticking out. I couldn't believe I was here and following my commands.
"Janice, you're going to let me do whatever I want to you."
"Of course."
That set me off. I rose to my feet and was standing very close to her face to face. I slowly raised both my hands and placed them both directly on her breasts. They felt as amazing as they looked. I was suddenly giving them a good squeeze and rubbing them hard. I was getting very turned on. I had to go further. I reluctantly took my hands off her tits.
"Get naked."
Her hands immediately undid the fly on her jeans and, in one motion, pushed down her tight jeans and her panties. I watched her round ass flex as she bent her knees to get her clothes off her feet. She threw them off to the side and stood wonderfully naked in front of me. I wanted to touch all of her and I could. So I did. I reached out with my left hand and made contact on her hip and then caressed around until it was firmly on her butt cheek. I squeezed that delightfully round peach of a cheek and pulled us together as I did. My right hand flew back to her breast.
"Let's make out."
