Small, pretty, pleasant, and a bit of a geek, Paige is the perfect employee for Araminta Henderson, the feisty owner of the Lifelong Dating Agency.
She’s certainly not the sort of person to stand up to her domineering boss and even less likely to go out on dates with sexually demanding strangers.
Until one day she finds herself in a position where she has very little choice but to acquiesce in the intimate and often peculiar requests of the Lifelong Dating Agency’s clients; leading to Mrs Henderson having to show her who’s the boss.
I felt a complete fool, at first, sticking out my bottom and blowing them kisses, cupping my breasts in my hands and teasing with the buttons of my blouse. But they seemed to like it, now sitting at either end of the sofa, their eyes fixed on my body as I slowly exposed myself. My confidence began to grow, but the performer I’d seen had only gone down to her underwear and I knew I was expected to go all the way, and that I had no dressing room to retreat to once I was finished. I’d be naked in front of them, and very lucky if they even allowed me to have a towel.
By the time I was down to my knickers and bra my fingers were trembling so badly I couldn’t get the catch open, and I found myself obliged to squat down in front of Marco so that he could do it for me. That didn’t seem fair on Ade, so I turned to him as I let the cups slip down for just a second. He reached out, cool and casual as he took hold of my bra, tugging it free and leaving me topless. All of a sudden I’d gone limp, as his huge, powerful hands took hold of my breasts, weighing them and stroking my nipples with his thumbs.
I couldn’t help but react, for all that it felt as if he was handling me as a little, sexy toy he’d brought for his amusement. My nipples had gone stiff, and as he transferred his grip to my torso I found myself reeled in like a hooked fish, my naked breasts pressed to the hard muscles of his chest, his mouth pushing to mine and my lips coming open by instinct. Somewhere, at some time, I’d heard that tarts don’t kiss, but I was utterly incapable of that sort of detachment. I kissed, open-mouthed and passionate, as he groped at my breasts and stroked the nape of my neck, bringing up my arousal so fast I was also pushing my bottom out to invite entry.
What I got was my knickers pulled down, by Marco Correra, and my body lifted onto the sofa. He too began to touch me, with a casual intimacy that made it very plain that I wasn’t expected to object. Not that I wanted to, and he had paid, but knowing that they were simply going to do with me as they pleased made me feel weak and vulnerable in a way I’d never experienced before. I just gave in, completely, making myself their plaything as they guided my hands to their towels and the cocks beneath.
I was still kissing them, turn and turn about, as I knelt between the two of them on the sofa, with my bottom thrust out and my breasts lolling forward so that they could explore me as I stroked and squeezed at their cocks and balls. Both were big boys, Marco dark and thick, Ade pale and longer still. Just to hold them wasn’t enough. I wanted them in my mouth, which was just as well, as that was where they were going whether I liked it or not. Marco pulled me down first, to feed his growing erection in between my lips and make me suck him.....
