Aug 25, 2017: Sherrie's First Client

To whomever may be interested: What follows was written by Sherrie after spending five days as Ms Marion's (MW's) whore, somewhat of a joint collaborative idea and between Ms. Marion and Ms. Jody and orchestrated flawlessly by two loving but stern Domme's. Ms Jody instructed me to post it to my blog. 

It's worth noting that I live with MW, an experienced, well-to-do black Domme', about nine months out of the year as her white whore and serve her, her friends and others of her choosing. I have done so for several years. Sherrie, my dearest friend and the one I stay with when I'm not at MW's, is in training. Enough said...

Marion and Eve accompany me to the hotel suite where I’ll be through the weekend, a downtown boutique hotel where discretion is assured since Marion knows the owner. The same hotel where she had Eve for the first-time years ago and earned the title of “mystery woman”. The suite is lovely. Cozy, intimate. Dressed in a sexy pleated mini skirt, classic white blouse, garter belt, stockings, and gorgeous heels, I feel like what I look like. Marion leaves a zipper bag of toys then they escort me back to the lobby. Marion nods to a woman in the bar then she and Eve leave.

Summoning my inner desires, I meet Marguerite, an exotic looking, dark skinned Brazilian woman. She’s married to a man in his 50’s, she turned 40 last month and has resorted to selected women for satisfaction. She’s very bi and eager. It’s her understanding that I am a professional business woman, experienced in lesbian love, encouraged by my mistress to explore life on the wild side.  I confirm it. I’m nervous but I engage in perfunctory conversation. She tells me when we begin, my professional standing, my other life, goes out the window; it means nothing to her. She is paying me for what I am, a whore to fulfill a lingering need. I like that.  

After drinks in the hotel bar, I take her to my suite. I stand in my heels, garter belt, hose, blouse, and short skirt. She asks me to undress and dictates the sequence, me slowly unbuttoning my blouse until it is wide open, gently guiding my arms out of the sleeves until I stand in nothing but my bra on top. She pauses, sips her drink, nodding approval.

Then she motions her fingers and I unbutton the waist band of my skirt, unzip the short zipper, then lower it slowly down my legs. She admires my body, compliments me, especially on my legs. In 4 ½ inch hooker heels they seem to go on forever.  Telling me to clasp my hands behind my head. She gazes at me, penetrating me with her eyes. Except for the quivering in my body, I continue to stand still.

She walks to me, her first touch at my neck, lifting my hair, tracing fingernails down my spine. She stands behind me and unclasps my lacy bra, sliding it off my body, then cupping my breasts, lifting them, rolling the nipples. Using her long, delicate fingers, slowly lowering my thong until it falls around my ankles. Finally touching, pulling, squeezing, fondling, kissing, tracing a finger through my pussy, applying pressure from her thumb against my clit until I am shaking.

Then returning to her chair, sipping her drink again, speaking to me differently this time, “Spread your legs wider, Dear. Use your fingers and spread that hot little cunt for me, keep it open while we talk”. She continues gazing at my cunt and asks about my relationship with Molly. That catches me off-guard. I cringe and wonder what else Marion told her. I spill the humiliating details. She’s amused.

She tells me how much she enjoys a woman like me. Submissive, sexy, feminine, who can take her giant girl cock, which she assures me I will. She stands and slowly undresses. Her dark toned body is exquisite. My cunt pulses. She brought her own toys and from a large gray leather purse, withdraws her strappy affixed with a life-like thick, long, cock. A set of leather cuffs, a small paddle and a wicked looking short whip looking device. She smiles and says we’ll get to these later.

She brings me and her bag to the bed, turns back the sheets. “Satisfy me” is all she says.  Instinctively, my past experiences guide me. I lick her pussy and bury my face. My mouth, my chin, my cheeks relish her softness and her perfume and her juices. My stiff tongue enters her to savor the thick honey that mats the wispy hairs of her pussy.

I finger her and massage her clit. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," is all she moans. The walls of her cunt contract around my fingers. My tongue is on her clit giving constant sensations, all and everything that's needed for her to climax and begin the involuntary seizures that send a flood of rich juices into my mouth which I drink greedily. She loudly screams her passion. She brings my face to her magnificent breasts, I suck on her nipples, creating suction, drawing them into my mouth. I keep a hand on her cunt. Her body goes into spasms.

My hand fucks her, my tongue now licking her gooey honey. I watch her orgasm again. Her orgasms are quick, yet more remains. She opens the bag, the toys come out, thick and long like the one on the strappy she showed me. She shoves a black dildo in my hand. She kisses me with a crushing open mouth, and demands that I fuck her hard. My cunt twitches at her words.

She throws her long legs over her head to rest on the pillows. A beautiful sight, her face and pussy are radiant. I take the toy and insert it into her heavenly perfect pussy. She tells me to be rough. I do what I think is right but she cries out for more. I move it harder, faster, deeper. She yells at me, "Harder! Shove a finger in my ass!" I spit on her asshole and do as I'm told. She gasps loudly, her anal canal is burning hot and smooth. She screams loudly, demanding me to fuck her ass.

I obey though truly worried that this might be painful, but her pleasured screams tell me differently. Then I remind myself I’m her whore. Do it. I fuck her forcefully in her ass and in her pussy. Hard. She begins to masturbate her clit. "Keep your finger in my ass, but pull out the toy when I tell you to," she instructs me with effort. "Now fuck me!" Whatever she commands, I do. I am her whore. Satisfy her.

I forcefully fuck her pussy and puckered little hole until the muscles in my arms ache. Her eyes open, but there is no focus. She loudly vocalizes in some foreign language, unintelligible to me, then screams, "Now, now, now!" I pull out the dildo and watch her squirt. She's screaming loudly, "Put it in, put it in and fuck me!" I do what I'm told, and the cycle repeats itself again and again. My breasts, torso, thighs and knees are wet with her squirt, the bed is drenched, She's content. She takes my hand from her toy and slowly removes it herself, sighing all the while. Eventually she opens her eyes, smiles and thanks me. Soft womanly kisses give way to passionate, vociferous kisses.  

She instructs me to bring her the ice bucket, she needs to pee but doesn’t want to leave the bed. I do, she pees in it.

She commands me to shift to my shoulders and knees so that my face is in the soaked sheets of her squirt and tells me to suck the wet spot. She’s off the bed now, picking up the leather cuffs, pulling my arms behind my back and fastening my wrists together. She slaps my ass then picks up the strappy. She has me kiss it, suck it before buckling it around her hips and waist. Now it looks more menacing than ever. She tells me the power over another woman is second only to her need for mind bending orgasms. She slaps my ass with the paddle, some blows hitting my cunt. I’m about to lose it but I hold back. She comes behind me and drags her fingers over my cunt and ass. She paddles my ass then slowly slides her girl cock it into my cunt, inch by inch until it filled me and I groaned. The pounding is rhythmic and hard and accompanied by demonstrative, sharp talk in that foreign language. Within seconds I’ve experienced my first orgasm as a prostitute. Before I can recover, she’s brought me off again. She gives a cocky laugh about a whore who comes so easily.

She withdraws her girl cock and picks up the short whip. She holds it at my face and has me kiss it. Now it’s a game of “tease”, she’s forcing me to tell her that my whore ass is hers to enjoy. I comply. There is silence until I feel the devilish little whip crack across my ass. Then several more times. I’m at her mercy and I know it. I’m moaning into the sheets soaked by her love juices, inhaling her scent as she whips my ass. One butt cheek, then the other, the backs of my thighs, the crack of my heated ass. I’m yelling. She’s in her glory.

Then I feel the coolness of lube on my puckered and whipped hole. Her fingers work the lube up me then withdraw. I’m on the verge of oblivion. The cock poised at my rose. I’m shaking. She enters me slowly, expertly. It begins. My canal yields to her cock working its way up me. Now its constant thrusting, fucking. The whip dances across my butt cheeks as her giant cock rapes my ass. I’m yelling into the sheets, crying. She puts her thumb on my clit and I come. She pounds me. Laughs. Talks in a foreign language, Portuguese I’m guessing but I distinguish the word “puta” repeatedly endlessly. My mind goes in circles, time is a mystery and meaningless. Its perpetual. My body responds to its animalistic urges and shudders to a purely anal orgasm. There are more strokes of the cock and the whip.

Then it’s over. Her lust is satiated. She withdraws. I’m a quivering, sweating, soaked, abused heap of insanity.

She sits and finishes her drink. Nothing is said. She rises, pushes me to my back and crawls on top of me. her fingers plunge into my cunt while she kisses me. Her kisses are passionate as are her fingers in my cunt until I orgasm again. Then she gives me this haughty laugh, pulling me behind her into the bathroom. She removes the cuffs, tells me to take off the hose and heels. She pushes me to my knees and pisses onto my breasts, tummy and cunt. She turns on the shower. We stand hugging, I lather her body. The shower is unhurried, lingering. I dry her body.

She dresses. Reaches into her bag and hands me an envelope, telling me she’s settled with my mistress but this is my tip. That I’m good, as good as she ever had. I open it. $300! As a tip? Wow.

I’m almost sorry to see her leave, though she tells me she’ll see me again in her own time, when her urges reach the boiling point.  

I gather my mind for a moment then call Marion around 7:45. I relate the details. She tells me to relax and enjoy the evening, that my next client isn’t until Saturday noon. She also tells me to write, that she doesn’t expect a continual diary, I don’t have to duplicate Eve, but it would be meaningful if I wrote about my first true client. Do it while its fresh in my mind.

And I did. xoxo