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Red is for virgins.
That's the only thing you were told when you asked why your name was in red on the board. It matches your dress. The same deep crimson. You look around you and see many other women of all shapes and sizes wearing similar dresses of different colours.
“Come.” Someone snaps gesturing at you. You nod and walk over to the door. “Stand on the mark.” he points into a bright white room which has nothing inside other than a large floor to ceiling one way window. You do as you’re told and stand on the x on the floor and look at your reflection in the mirror.
Why did you agree to this. You could have walked away and kept your dignity now you’re stood here knowing there are people on the other side betting on you. Betting on you so they can sleep with you. You’ll never know how much, not until you get paid anyway. A light flicks from red to green and the man at the door calls you back.
“Virgins always sell quickly.” He sighs as he picks up a room key. “Room 45, knock on the door and wait to be called in. Do not enter the room until you are called.” You nod and turn to head out the waiting room. You catch some of the other women turning their nose up at you and realise you’re the only one in red.
“Oh and try and have fun.” The man calls, you turn quickly and nod before leaving the room.
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You knock on the door and don’t get a reply.
You’re not sure what to do so you wait a few seconds before knocking again. This time the door is opened by a man, you look up at him. He has the end of a cigar hanging out his mouth, the smell of sweet tobacco fills your nose.
He steps to the side and you walk into the room, you can feel his eyes looking over you. The room is nice, low orange lights make the place feel cosy and smaller than it actually is. There’s a faux fireplace with a plush sofa, coffee table and a drinks trolley. The man closes the door behind you, he’s dressed smart, black pants and a white shirt. The collar has been loosened just like the tie. Over the sofa arm he’s thrown his jacket and waistcoat.
“Do you drink?” The man asks, you shake your head. You want to keep your head straight. He hums, goes over to the sofa and sits down. He snuffs out the but of the cigar in an ashtray then picks up a small glass of amber coloured liquid.
You walk over to stand on the other side of the coffee table. You look over at him, he’s handsome, older than you thought he was going to be. He leans back on the sofa and takes a sip of his drink. You try to remember this is a fantasy, there are cameras somewhere. You think back to the non-disclosure paperwork you signed before being washed, waxed and dressed in a red dress that barely covers anything.
“Whats your name?” You ask.
“John.” He replies, swilling the liquid in the glass. He looks tired, like he’s just had a long day. Maybe he works in an office or something. You could be standing in front of a CEO or a bank manager, maybe even a member of the royal family from the whispers you heard.
“What made you do this?” He asks pulling you out of your head. He doesn’t look as intimidating as you thought, he scratches his beard scanning you with his eyes once again.
“I-” You hesitate, not sure where to start. “I wanted to try porn, a friend recommended this place. She said the pay was good, especially for virgins.”
“You’re a virgin but you wanted to do porn?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. You nod feeling heat rush to your cheeks. He chuckles and drains his glass before standing up. He walks over to you, his fingers ghost your skin, he pulls on the dress strap and it falls away.
He hums from behind you, you can smell the smoke and alcohol on his breath. You’re naked underneath, that's what the instructions were. John walks around to stand in front of you.
“Are there cameras in here?” You ask looking over at the rather large mirror next to the bed.
“I pay for them to be turned off.” His hand comes to pull your chin back to him. He looks down at you with greedy eyes, his voice drops low and his gaze flicks to your lips. A second later he’s kissing you, you’ve only ever been kissed a few times so you’re not sure what to do but John is slow and soft.
You can’t tell if it’s for you or not but he takes his time before he presses his tongue past your lips and into your mouth. He brushes it against yours as his hands come up to cup your face. His thumbs trace your jawline and he tips your head up slightly before kissing you deeper.
“Christ, you’re gonna be the end of me.” He breathes, breaking from the kiss. He guides you over to the only other piece of furniture in the room, a large silk covered double bed. His hand travels down your back and he cups your arse gently squeezing it.
“Lay down.” He orders, you nod and lay on the bed not sure what position he wants you in. You feel stiff, not like the other girls you’ve seen around here. They’re all beautiful, could be supermodels if they wanted to be but instead they’re here at a shady private club hoping rich men will pay to fuck them.
It’s like prostitution with extra steps, and you don’t even get to keep all the money.
You look down as you hear the clicking of a belt buckle and see John dropping his clothes at the end of the bed. He’s not what you expected, hairy for sure but with defined muscles and strong arms. His cock rests in his hand, he’s bigger than anyone you’ve ever seen and he looks at you with a cheeky grin on his face.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make you ready.” He says, then grabs your ankles and pulls you down the bed slightly. You swallow hard, suddenly nervous at the prospect of having sex with this hunk of a man. He runs his hands up your legs and thighs until he reaches your waist then pulls you down again, you look to see him kneeling on the floor at the end of the bed.
“Has anyone ever touched this pussy before?” He asks, you feel heat rushing to your face.
“No.” You say mustering the courage to talk.
“What about you?” He asks, throwing your knees over his shoulders, you spread your legs further for him and you can feel his breath on your sensitive skin. “Have you ever played with yourself?”
“Yes.” You admit feeling strangely guilty, he smiles though then presses a kiss on the inside of your thigh.
“Tell me, where did you touch yourself?” He asks in a low voice, his eyes dropping as he presses a light kiss on your clit. “Here?”
You hum in response feeling a tingle through your lower body from the simple touch alone. He smiles and one of his fingers presses between your folds and against your entrance.
“Here?” He asks again.
You swallow before humming again. He smiles at you, whatever you’re doing he seems to like it. He gently presses a finger inside of you and you moan gripping the silk sheets tight.
“Did you ever do this? Have you ever made yourself come?” He asks, pressing in another finger.
“A couple of times.” You say, your voice is slurred and breathless. He hums happily in response and before you get a chance to say anything more he presses his tongue against your clit. It feels like electricity through your whole body, nothing like how it felt when you’ve done this alone. His strokes are in time with his fingers curling up inside you and pressing on a spot you never knew even existed.
“John.” You warn him as hot pressure builds up in your stomach. Everything feels fast, you clench around his fingers which just makes him go faster. It’s almost like he’s trying to drink you up with each lap of his tongue. “I’m. John I-”
You come embarrassingly fast. John doesn’t stop though, he pulls his mouth off your throbbing clit as he uses his fingers to work you through the orgasm. A low grumble leaves his throat and he presses another kiss on your clit before standing back up.
He crawls onto the bed next to you, you’re not sure what to do now. Maybe you’ve come too fast and it’s all going to be over now, if you haven’t put on a good show people can demand your money back. He doesn’t seem disappointed though, he runs his hand up your stomach to one of your breasts. He pinches one of your nipples between his fingers, it feels strange, you’re not sure if you like it but before you can say anything his mouth replaces his fingers.
This time it feels better, his hot tongue draws little circles around your nipple before flicking it.
“Have you ever done this?” He asks, pulling his mouth off quickly.
“No.” You admit, he hums, placing his mouth back. It makes the ache come back to your core. You moan and he moves one of his hands down to your clit, you squeeze your legs closed out of instinct and his mouth comes off you again.
“No, no. Not tonight, you’re open for me.” He says gently pressing on your thigh and you open your legs for him. You just want him to touch you again and he does. “Watch.” He moves his fingers down to your entrance then presses them inside of you.
“See that, nice and wet. Fuckin’ perfect.” He says, you watch as he pulls his fingers in and out of you slowly, almost too slow. You want more, you need more, it's almost a pain needing him, wanting him.
“John.” You breathe. “It feels good.”
“Good.” He says pressing a kiss on your cheek. “I want to open you up some more.” You turn to look at him, his eyes are blue and glossy. “Then you’ll be ready to take my cock.”
Nervousness jumps inside of you but you fight the urge to close your legs again instead gripping the bedding as you watch John fucking you with his fingers.
“Want you to come again, nice and hard.” He says almost through gritted teeth, his palm slapping your clit with each furious thrust. You’re nodding and reaching the peak way quicker than you expected. You’ve heard about multiple orgasms in stories but you’d never thought it was real until now.
You call out his name as you come then flop against the bed.
“Tha- that was my first.” Your words are breathless and you don’t even remember finishing the sentence but John seems to understand.
“I’m glad I was your first.” He says, pressing another kiss on your cheek. You prop yourself up on your elbows so you can watch him pump his cock a few more times. It makes your mouth water, you want him inside of you. You need him. He chuckles almost like he can hear your thoughts. He moves so he’s straddling over you and his strong arms move you into position so you’re further back on the bed and against the pillows.
“Are you ready?” He asks, You look up at him. You can see kindness in his eyes, and something else too. Greed. You have to remember this man paid to be here with you.
You nod.
“Good girl.” He mumbles, the words make you shiver and he smiles. “Do like that? Being called a good girl?”
“Maybe.” You say as you feel the head of his cock press against your entrance. You look up at him apprehensively and he seems to feel it on you too.
“Don’t worry, we’ll go slow.” He says and as he does he presses into you. There’s a burn and a stretch, way more than his fingers.
“Breathe.” He reminds you still inside of you. You had no idea you’d stopped breathing. You feel full. “Does it hurt?”
“No, it feels good.” You say, he smiles and looks down between you both.
“I’m going to move okay. Let me know if anything hurts.”
You nod. He’s being way nicer than you thought he was going to be, and he’s right he does take it slow rocking his hips then stilling inside of you letting you get used to him. You’re not sure how long you do this for but when your breathing starts to pick up and you squirm under him he starts to speed up.
You moan for him, throwing your head back into the cushions.
“Touch yourself.” He says, you move one of your hands down to your clit without even thinking. The contact makes you squeeze around John’s cock and he stills inside of you pressing kisses into your neck. “Don’t stop.”
You nod and speed up your fingers to try and time them with John’s now feverish pace. It feels like everything inside you is expanding with each thrust of his cock. It’s nothing like you thought it was going to be but at the same time it’s amazing and you don’t want it to end. Every time you clench around John he grunts and his pace falters.
You like that you have this strange power over him but you know you can’t hold it for much longer, your own fingers are struggling to keep up. Everything is so sensitive, each movement sends throbs through your body. It's something you could never experience by yourself, not even with the shitty vibrator you have at home.
“You feel good.” You say between pants. You’re not sure what you’re supposed to say during sex, John chuckles and hooks his arms under your knees pulling you up. “Fuck.” You moan as he hits a whole new spot you didn’t even know was there. Your hand presses hard on your clit, you’re getting close now and you know he can feel it.
“Oh love, I’m going to fill you up. So fucking full with my come.” He blabbers as he drives into you faster, it feels so good though and your brain can hardly formulate a response.
“Please, please.” You murmur back, you want whatever he’ll give you. “I want your come, John.”
“Oh yes, and you’re going to get it.” He replies and you clench around him again, he lets out a low guttural groan that sends shivers down your whole body.
“Yes, please. John!” You cry out his name throwing your head back as he pushes you over the edge. It’s a whole body experience, you’re still crying out for John as he pumps into you a few more times before he stills and you feel his cock throb, filling you up.
“Christ, fuck.” He grunts, rocking his hips and making you twitch from over stimulation. He pulls out and you look down to see his cock still dripping, he fists it a few times squeezing out the last few drops of cum on his fingers before pressing them inside you. You whine as he curls his fingers hitting that perfect spot again.
“I know, I know.” He coos. “Don’t want you wasting a drop though.” He pulls his fingers all the way out before pressing them back inside. His other hand finds your clit and his fingers rub tight circles.
“John. I can’t.” You squirm.
“Shh, yes you can. C’mon love give me one more.” His voice is low and reassuring.
“Yes, yes.” You agree mindlessly arching your back as he speeds up his fingers. You can feel his come dripping out of you and the sounds of wet sex fill the air. His fingers on your clit are relentless and it’s not long before you feel yourself getting closer to the edge.
“John.”
“Come, love. Come for me.” He orders, you nod and cry out as you come throbbing around his fingers. As he works you through your fourth orgasm your body suddenly feels exhausted. You lay there panting and look at John who bends over to kiss you. It’s long and slow, you can taste yourself on him. When he breaks from the kiss he pulls his fingers out of you and brings them to your lips.
You can see them slick with white come, you open your mouth and let him press his fingers deep into your mouth. You lick them clean watching as his eyes glaze over. He presses his fingers as deep as he can go and you almost gag but before you do he pulls them out.
“Good girl.” He says, you smile at the praise, it does something to you, it makes the burn come back in your core. He stands back up and without dressing goes over to the drinks tray.
“Whats your drink?” He asks.
“Gin.” You say, he nods and fills the glasses topping yours with tonic. You sit up on the bed not quite sure what happens next. “Come.” he says though going over to the sofa and sitting down. You get up to follow sitting next to him also naked, you pick up your drink as he turns to you and reaches over putting his arm over the back of the sofa.
“Cheers.” He says, you nod and clink your glass with his before taking a sip. He looks down at you and you’re not sure what to say, you just lean against him resting your head against his shoulder, his free arm wraps around you.
“Thank you.” You say, he chuckles.
“No problem. You were pretty amazing yourself.” You blush at his words and you look at your discarded dress on the floor.
“What happens now?” You ask looking up at him, he looks down at you with his deep glossy sapphire eyes.
“Now we drink, then I’ll teach you how to use that gorgeous mouth of yours.”
“To do what?” He smiles and presses his thumb over your lips, you part them for him and he sighs. You feel his body relax.
“Whatever you want. But for now let's start with the basics.” He smiles then presses his lips to yours.