Teenage Escort PT. 3

TEENAGE ESCORT TAKES IT TO ANOTHER LEVEL

I got paid extremely well for the two guy, one woman, first escort assignment. Loved every second of it, I’m a confirmed sex crazed horny slut. Brendy saw that the day we met. Getting paid this kind of money and enjoying the sex, what could be better?

Brendy calls me after the ‘date’. She provided me a cell phone so my parents wouldn’t know who was calling. “Hey Rhonda, how did it go luscious?” she asks.

“Oh Brendy, it was fantastic. My cut of the cash was great but I also enjoyed the whole experience. I think I’m a natural at this business and want to do more.”

Brendy says, “you sure about that, if so I have another special client that pays real well but he’s a total freak. You would really have to be into BDSM, that’s bondage, discipline, sadistic, masochism sex. You know what that means?”

“Yeah, I got a good idea. One of my parent’s porn videos shows a woman tied up and spanked, forced to do stuff while hanging from the ceiling, things like that. It was one of the videos that I got the best orgasms from.”

I can almost hear her smile over the phone. “He’s pretty severe, torture, bondage, and forced sex turns him on. The more you try to resist the more excited he gets. But, it also pays more if he gets to abuse you to his liking.”

Pausing for a moment I ask, “he’s not going to permanently scar me or anything like that?”

“Oh no, he will bind you, spank you, beat you with a whip but all within limits. He likes the pain you feel and the cries for mercy but keeps it within limits. None of my other girls have had a problem with him.”

It sounds intriguing to me. “So what’s the scene that I need to create?”

“He likes a sexy dressed woman to knock on the door and try to sell him something. He’ll lure you in, get you drugged and drunk then take you to his pleasure dungeon in the basement. The drugging is very light because he wants you responsive as he does his thing to your body.”

Sexily dressed, I don’t have anything like that. “What should I wear, I don’t have anything sexy,” I tell her.

“Meet me at the Goodwill where we originally met at 3pm tomorrow, she instructs. “This is one of the customers that I told you likes to rip the clothes off his escort.”

After school I catch a bus to the Goodwill store, Brendy is already there. “I found you an outfit, check this out.” It’s a short black dress with a little rhinestone design. Very low cut, my ample tits will show plenty of cleavage. The bottom barely covers my ass so the lace French panties I’ll wear will show.

Thigh high lace top stockings, matching my panties, will leave a few inches of my legs showing from their top to the bottom of my dress. Brendy has picked out a knee high pair of black leather stiletto healed boots.

Exiting the dressing room in this ensemble she flashes that big smile. “Oh you look so hot Rhonda, that’s a perfect outfit for this client.”

Putting back on my regular clothes she drives me back to her penthouse. There’s no way I could leave my family’s trailer wearing that outfit without questions and objections from my parents.

I call them and say I’m going to be out tonight with a study group. They buy it.

Dressing at Brendy’s she tells me to take my regular clothes since it’s likely that the client is going to tear my clothes off. “He really gets off on a fantasy rape and BDSM of his ‘victim’.”

Going down the elevator I had butterflies in my stomach. This was only my third time having sex other than masturbating and it was going to be extreme. The doorman at Brendy’s place was always very nice. Opening the entrance for me I see the same taxi waiting.

I look like a cheap streetwalker. Super short black dress barely covering my ass, stockings that stop a few inches below the bottom, tits bursting from the push-up bra, high heeled knee high boots, face made up in extra makeup. And my hair teased into that 1980’s ‘hairband’ look. No doubt, the cheap hooker look was on.

The cab drives me to another gated huge mansion. These rich guys all must be perverts but I’m glad for the money they pay. I’ll be anything they want for the bank I’m making.

Ringing the bell I remember the sex toys Brendy put in my bag. That was my ‘sales’ job, to sell marital aids. They included handcuffs, buttplug, several dildos and vibrators, mouth gag that was basically a penis shape with straps, a paddle, and also a ‘cat-o-nine-tails’ whip. Given her instructions earlier I knew all these would be used on me.

Can’t say I wasn’t nervous but was also trembling with excitement. A man dressed very well opened the large door. “Yes young lady, what can I do for you?” He looks me up and down and gets a cynical grin on his face.

“Uh sir, I’m Rhonda from the Sinsations sex toy company and I’d like to show you my products,” I stammer out the words.

He opens the door wider and says, “well little girl, come on inside and let’s see what you’ve got.”

Leading me to a large barely lit room he tells me to show him my goods. I pull out a large dildo that is a reproduction based a porn stars’ cock. “Well sir, you can use this to warm up your lover, she’ll be ready for a real cock after teasing her with this item.”

“I wouldn’t buy anything without seeing it used first. Take your panties off and show me that it gets a woman hot,” he commands.

While sitting my short dress had ridden up my thighs showing the lace panties I had on. Slipping a thumb under each side I wiggle out of them pulling them down my legs and over my slut boots.

Now my hairless cunt is exposed to the client. Being so turned on my pussy is soaked, placing the large dildo at the lips it parts my cunt easily. As juiced as I was it took nothing to insert the fake dick into me. The dildo shaped like a cock included a ball sack and in no time it was so deep in me that I could feel the fake balls on my asshole.

My head rolls back as my cunt is being fucked by this rubber dick. That’s when it began. It being the harsh brutal sadistic rape I was going to experience. Oddly I was looking forward to it, I had turned into a sex whore and wanted it all.

Not seeing it the client had gotten up and took the handcuffs out of my bag. As I pushed the dildo into my cunt he stood behind me.

I remember the pain and surprise of what happened next. He punched me hard on the back of my head. It caused me to bend over letting loose of the dildo stuffed in my cunt. He then grabbed my arms pulling them behind my hunched over body and quickly had my wrists cuffed.

Grabbing my hair he says, “come on whore, you’re going to get what you deserve.” Still holding me by my hair he pulls me to my feet.