The Girl
written by:
mcerotic

This is a new story about "the girl" who first appeared in "On the Plane." But it stands on its own and it is not critical that you read the earlier story. The first couple of paragraphs give you all the background you need. Of course, if you are going to read both stories, it would be more sensible to read the earlier one first.

I originally met the girl in a bar in New York. I was killing time while I waited for Sally, who I'd met on the plane there. Even though she was wearing jeans, I got her to take her panties off, so I knew that it shouldn't be too difficult to get her to our room. And it wasn't. When I was leaving New York, she texted me and, on the spur of the moment, I changed my flight and spent an evening with her in Chicago.

I knew the girl lived in the windy city. That was about all I knew. After all, I didn't even know her name. We had stayed in a hotel when I was there, so I had no idea where she lived. I dropped her a couple of blocks from work, so I didn't know exactly where she worked, just in which part of town.

She wondered about me too. A couple of days after I left Chicago, she texted me.

"where do u live?"

I thought for a moment whether or not to tell her. She'd been my girlfriend for just 24 hours, but she'd been the perfect girlfriend. Elegant in public, sexy in bed, didn't try and tell me off about anything. I wasn't in love with her, but I could imagine it happening. For someone like me, who liked to keep my options open, she was a danger in that sense.

"seattle" I replied.

"omg i could get a job at microsoft or amazon"

Along with not knowing her name, I had no idea what the girl did for a living.

"you're a geek?"

"believe it or not, some geeks have big boobs lol"

"haha. i'd no idea"

"i know. i never told you"

"how geeky are you?"

"computer science graduate"

"you could totally get a job here"

"i'll move in an instant. you just have to tell me to"

"i'm not sure that's a good idea"

"you don't want me? or you live with someone?"

"i want you. but not sure it is good for you"

"why?"

"i'm too old. you need a father for your hypothetical future children"

I would love to have her visit me in Seattle but I was a bit worried she would get a job and never leave. And I knew I'd never have the willpower to throw her out if she didn't. But I did want to see her again.

"how about i come to chicago again?" I said.

"yes"

"is that it?"

"i'm a geek. we answer yes/no questions yes or no. you want me to make a fool of myself? ok. yes yes yes yes yes. i so want you to come xoxoxox"

"that wasn't geeky at all"

"i can be girly when i try"

"next weekend. you free?"

"i am now"

"where will you be late friday afternoon?"

"work of course"

"i'll send a car to pick you up at a coffee shop near your work"

"ok

Then I had a naughty thought. I texted her again.

"do you still have the biz card that chinese dancer gave you?"

"of course. it's part of the memory of that day"

"call her"

"really? i don't think i'm brave enough"

"lol. you don't want to be rejected by a stripper"

"something like that"

"give me her number then"

She gave me the number. I called, thinking it was a long shot that she'd even answer.

"This is Jasmine," she said. I was surprised. Apparently it was her real name, not just her stripper name.

"Hi Jasmine. Do you remember the first girl you danced for a few weeks ago?"

"Who is this?"

"I'm the guy that was with her. An older guy. Do you remember?"

"Sort of. Big breasts, right?"

"Yes. You played with them. Then you fingered her for an extra hundred dollars."

"Yes. I remember."

"Are you working this weekend?"

"Only on Sunday. Not Friday or Saturday."

"Aren't they the biggest nights of the week? Why aren't you working?"

"All the other girls have been there long than me so they get to pick the nights with the biggest tips. Plus they are all hotter than me."

"They are not. They're all plastic Barbie doll types. You've a pretty face and a lovely body."

"Thanks, I guess."

"Can we buy you dinner on Saturday night?"

"I'm not sure...I've never been out with a customer before."

"Don't think of it like that. Just think of it as an opportunity for a fun evening with an interesting couple."

"You're a couple?"

"Sort of. Long story."

She laughed. "OK. I'll do it. But don't assume anything."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't assume that just because...how shall I put it?...just because you've seen me naked that I'm easy."

"After all, you are still Chinese."

"Yes. I feel so guilty even doing this job. Letting people see my body. You have no idea how at odd this is with my upbringing."

"Why do you do it?"

"Because the money is good. It sure beats waiting tables as a way to put myself through college."

"You're lucky you can do it. That you were born with a lovely body."

She laughed. "Not exactly born with it. I was an ugly little kid. But somehow puberty was kind to me."

"Definitely. You're pretty."

"Now you're making me blush."

I laughed. "I'm making a stripper blush by telling her she's cute."

"I'm so new at this. It's just not how I was brought up. Not just Chinese but a devout Christian too."

"How innocent are you?"

"More innocent that you'd believe."

I paused and took a guess at about the only thing she could mean. "You're still a virgin?"

She didn't answer. In some ways it was rude of me to ask, to put her on the spot like that. The more the pause went on, the more I knew the answer. She realized it too. "Yeah."

"You show men your vagina every night. but you've never let anyone in there."

"Something like that. I'm really blushing now."

"Have you ever had a boyfriend?" I suspected I knew the answer to that one.

She didn't answer. "I'll assume that means ‘no'. Sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"The other dancers at the club'd be amazed if they knew."

"We'll see you on Saturday then."

"I suppose. How did I let you talk me into this? I was going to turn you down politely."

"Then you were going to sit at home and watch TV all evening. I promise this will be more fun."

We made some arrangements since she'd be difficult to get hold of on Friday. It's hard to take your phone with you to work when you are naked.

Next, I called a guy I did business with in Chicago.

"Our contract's not up for renewal until next year."

"Don't worry. I'll give you a deal. I just need a trip to Chicago."

"They don't have good steaks in Seattle?"

"They don't have good girls in Seattle."

"Ah, I get it. I'll get my assistant to call yours and get something on the calendar. You owe me a steak."

"At least I don't owe you a girl."

He laughed. "I'm very married these days. A few years ago I'd have made you find me one."

Of course, I wasn't surprised when my own assistant came in shortly after saying it seemed I needed a flight to Chicago.

"Yes. Get me on the first flight on Friday morning. I think I'll stay the weekend. So get me on an early flight back on Monday morning. I'll call my friend in the Chicago office myself and arrange a hotel. They seem to have deals that our travel desk doesn't."

Not to mention that I'd rather my office didn't know where I was staying. If anyone saw the girl and me they'd probably assume she was my daughter, or maybe an escort, due to her age. But she was already starting to feel like my girlfriend. I laughed a little to myself. How can you have a girlfriend when you don't even know her fucking name? But having started that way it was beginning to feel like an important part of our relationship. I'd break the spell if I asked her what her name was. To me she was "the girl" even when I masturbated imagining the things we would do.

The week dragged on until Friday morning. I packed my case, adding a selection of things that might come in useful over the weekend.

After my meeting with my friend, where we basically drank a couple of cups of coffee and talked about anything except business, the car took me to the hotel. I lay down on the bed for a moment and felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.

"just left starbucks. about 15 mins i guess" the girl texted. "driver gave me a room key"

I felt a flutter in my stomach. It was odd how much effect the girl was having on me. After all, she was just a plaything I'd picked up in a bar in New York, as much for Sally as for me. We'd both fucked her. But then I'd met her in Chicago and played the role of her boyfriend for a day.

No, I didn't play the role, I was her boyfriend for a day. Now I was going to be her boyfriend for a weekend. She was in love with me and I could feel myself vulnerable to loving her too.

I heard the keycard in the door and a moment later the door closed behind the girl. She'd come from work so she was dressed a lot less sexily than the time she'd met me at the airport in a short skirt. She had black pants, and a grey V-neck T-shirt that didn't show too much of her ample cleavage. Attractive without being sexy, just right for an office.

She got onto the bed and lay beside me. I put my arm around her, pulled her huge breasts against my chest, and kissed her.

"So what's the plan?" she said.

"What would you like it to be?"

"I want to try something."

"What?"

"It doesn't matter. Whatever you want me to try. My body is yours to do whatever you want with. Anything you ask, I'll say ‘yes'."

"More women should say that to me."

She pushed me away playfully. "No way. You only need one woman. Me."

"You really don't know what you want to try?"

"Nope. You've been a wonderful lover so far. I've had so many new experiences with you. I took my panties off in public. I licked a woman. She licked me. I had anal. While handcuffed. I got spanked. I can't wait for whatever you want to do to me next."

"You went to a strip club too."

"Right. And pretty much got fucked by a stripper."

"Jasmine's coming to dinner tomorrow night."

"She is? Great."

"Shall I tell you something surprising? She's never had a boyfriend."

"You mean...?"

"Yes, she's a virgin. She flashes her pussy all night and then goes home to take care of it herself."

"I wonder if she'll let me take care of it."

"Would you like to?"

"Hell, yeah. She fingered me until I came. I'd like to return the favor."

"Let's go and have a beer downstairs and get relaxed with each other again. The bed isn't going away."

"OK. I assumed you'd want to, you know, fuck me immediately."

"In one sense I do. But I want it to feel like I'm your boyfriend again. You'll enjoy it more that way."

"You're right. Although in some ways I wish you'd just take me and fuck me raw. Hot sex without complications."

"We can do that too. But I want to make love to you first."

"I'm going to be an emotional wreck by the end of the weekend, when I'll have to let you go."

"Did you keep your promise?"

"The no-panties one?"

"Yes."

She undid her pants and slid down the zipper and opened them up. She was pantiless.

"Have you been like that all day?" I asked.

"No. I forgot this morning. Then when the car was coming to pick me up, I took them off for you. At least I'm not wearing a skirt."

"Girls hate going bare in a skirt."

"In some ways, I loved it. But it's impossible to forget in a skirt, like you can in pants."

"I should think not wearing a bra's worse."

"With breasts like mine, for sure. Everyone can tell if I don't wear a bra. Only I can tell if I don't wear panties."

We went down to the hotel bar and I ordered two beers.

"I'll need to see your ID," the server said to the girl.

"Look away," she said to me.

"Why?"

"So you don't accidentally find out my name."

The server inspected her license while I looked at my phone.

"I thought it was weird at first," she said. "We had sex and you didn't know my name. I'd never done that before, for sure. Now it seems special."

"It feels special to me too. I know you'll tell me if I ask, and maybe one day I'll need to find out for some reason."

"Like what reason?"

"If you live with me." I have no idea where that came from. I'd come to Chicago to avoid that issue.

"You'd really let me live with you?"

"I don't know. You're young enough to be my daughter, as the saying goes. I'm not sure it's a good idea for you."

"Don't I get to decide that?"

"No. Living together's a joint decision."

"Why me? I'm nothing special. I'm not a perfect 10. I've got big breasts, sure, but that's not enough for a lasting relationship."

"I don't know. We had that day here in Chicago when you were my girlfriend."

"It really felt like you were my boyfriend," the girl said. "Did I feel like your girlfriend?"

"Yes. That's probably why I'm back. Finish up that beer and I'll take you upstairs and make you my girlfriend again."

"I won't need much foreplay," she said as she got up, took my hand, and walked towards the elevator.

"Is that code for ‘I'm wet'?"

"Dripping. I'm worried it'll show through my pants since I'm not wearing panties."

In the room I quickly pulled her T-shirt off, undid her bra, then her pants. In a moment she was naked. A moment after that she was lying on the bed on her back with her legs casually spread. She played with her large firm breasts and then one hand crept down across her belly and she started unhurriedly masturbating. I slipped out of my own clothes. I stood and watched for a moment. I like watching girls masturbate. I like the contrast between their finger in the most intimate part of their body, and the uninterested look on their faces, at least until they get close to orgasm when their faces start to contort in ecstasy.

Not that the girl was going to get close to orgasm on her own that evening, that would be my job.

"Talk to me," I said. "Let me know what you are feeling."

"I'll try. But my brain might shut down. You know how I get."

I moved up between her legs and lowered my mouth onto her pussy. She moved her hand slightly so that instead of touching herself, she opened herself.

"Oh lick me. You do it so well. Yeah, just there. Perfect."

My tongue explored the soft damp folds of her sex, finding her entrance, and then sliding up to the little hard grape-seed of her clit.

"Oh you do that so much better than anyone else," she moaned as I used the tip of my tongue to tease her clit. I slid a finger down between her lips and I slowly pushed it into her. She was extremely wet, already very turned-on.

"Oh yes, fuck me with your little finger-cock. Make me cum. That feels ethereal. Heaven."

I licked her clit a little more aggressively and at the same time I started to move my finger back and forth in her cunt. She started to moan, making talking harder.

"Yes...like that...a little faster...gosh you get me close...so fast...nearly there."

My cock was almost throbbing with readiness. I decided to enter her just before she came. I moved up the bed. She felt the head of my cock nestling in her entrance.

"Oh yes...yes...make love to me...I'm going to cum...love me, love me."

I pushed my hips forward and slid into her body.

"Oh yes...I'm going to...aaah."

The feeling of my cock slipping deep into her body was enough to make her cum on the spot. I didn't move fast, I just slid back and forth inside her as I felt the waves of pleasure course through her body.

"Oh yes...don't stop...like that...slowly...perfect."

As her orgasm died away she flung her arms around me and kissed me.

"You make love so well," she said. "Nobody else will ever measure up."

"Do you want to carry on like this, on your back. Or do you want to go on top?"

"I'll go on top. I want to feel like I'm making love to you, not the other way around. I want to see you cum, see all those jets of love squirt out of you."

I grabbed her tightly and rolled onto my back, pulling her with me. She ended up on top of me without my cock ever having left her pussy. She sat up and started to rock her hips.

"Oh cum for me, lover...I want you to cum in me...but you mustn't this time."

She squeezed her cunt tight and the wonderful feelings in my cock became even more intense. I was already close.

"I'm nearly there," I said.

She lifted up her body so that my cock fell out of her, then she lowered it again so that her pussy lips were on my cock-shaft, all slick with her juices. She moved her body back and forth, masturbating my cock. It only took a moment.

"Oh yes, yes, yes," I moaned as she stroked jet after jet of cum out of my cock to shoot onto my belly. When I finished she moved down the bed, bent over and licked my belly clean. She took my now-soft cock into her mouth and cleaned that up too. She sat up.

"I love the taste of cum. It's so erotic. Like nothing else."

"What was it like the first time?"

She laughed. "I have to say it was a surprise. I was in high-school. I sucked my then-boyfriend. I knew in a theoretical sense what would happen but I wasn't really prepared. Of course suddenly my mouth filled up. I spilled a lot of it, I wasn't ready for it. But I got to taste it for the first time. Not unpleasant but nothing special either. I've grown to like it more. I guess because I love sucking so much."

"I love being sucked."

She laughed. "All men love being sucked. And so girls like to do it. At least, I do."

"You've only had three lovers before me."

"True. In the full-sex sense. But I did suck a few more boys before I was ready to ‘go all the way' with one."

"We'd better go to sleep. That was nice boyfriend-girlfriend sex. I think tomorrow we'll have dirty sex."

"I can't wait and see what you are going to do to me."

I pulled her towards me under the covers. In a few minutes we were asleep, our bodies wrapped together.

We both awoke when the sun streamed through a small gap in the curtains.

"I'm hungry," said the girl.

"Me too. We didn't have any dinner."

"Right. I'd forgotten. I guess we were busy."

"Eating the fruits of love."

"That's a good name for it. But the fruit might have been great fun, but not many calories."

"We can go down to the hotel restaurant. Or we can go out and find a diner. I'm sure there are lots around here."

"Let's do that. Hotel breakfasts are all the same."

We showered and got dressed. The girl was wearing tight shorts, and a primrose yellow top. I could see the bright red straps of her bra on her shoulders too. I didn't need to check that she wasn't wearing panties. Sometimes she looked older than her age, sophisticated even. But today she looked like a high-school girl, not someone who had already graduated from college. I felt my cock hardening at the thought of what we might do later.

Suddenly I had an idea.

"Take your shorts down and bend over the end of the bed," I said.

"What? Why?"

"You need to be plugged."

"I don't understand."

I reached into my case and pulled out an anal plug. It was made of stainless-steel and quite large, so it looked a little intimidating. It was also very heavy.

"This is going in your ass until we get back."

"Gosh. Okay, I suppose. It looks huge."

She undid her shorts and let them fall, and then put her breasts on the top of the bed and stuck out her ass. I pulled out a bottle of lube and drizzled some onto the top of the crack of her ass and watched as it ran down to her asshole. I positioned the plug and pushed it in, very slowly but hard, so that her asshole had no choice but to submit to the assault. I could sense her gritting her teeth to avoid crying out. Finally, the widest part was in her and it almost clicked into place. I inspected the stainless-steel handle nestling between her cheeks.

"That feels so heavy," she said as she pulled up her shorts. "And it feels big and hard."

"You know what's also going to be big and hard and in your ass."

She kissed me, reached down and gently stroked me. "Your cock."

"Do you want it?"

"I want to be used however you desire. It turns me on so much to do things for you."

We went to a southern diner and had shrimp and grits.

"It's hard to get comfortable with that thing in there," she said squirming in her seat.

"I want you to think about sex throughout the meal."

"It's hard to think of anything else, for sure."

"What do you think about those two?" I said, indicating a couple on the other side of the room.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think they had sex before coming here?"

She laughed. "You have such a dirty mind. But I don't think so. Their body language isn't affectionate enough."

"How about those two?" There were two women, one pretty and dressed in pink, the other with short hair and a camouflage shirt.

"Just because they look like lesbians..." she started to say. "No, they totally did it."

"Maybe you'll do it tonight."

"Sex, of course."

"No. I mean with a girl. With Jasmine."

"I'd almost forgotten. I want to do it for her. And for you. I know you want to watch."

"I can't believe she's a virgin."

"I suppose it's all that Chinese and Christian upbringing. Sometimes girls listen to it, it seems." She paused. "I didn't."

"She doesn't know what she's missing."

"She works in a strip club. She must have a pretty good idea."

"I suppose."

"You want to do her, don't you?" the girl said.

"Of course. What man wouldn't want to deflower a virgin stripper?"

The girl finished her coffee.

"Ready?" I said.

"For what?"

"Whatever comes next."

"What's that?"

"Whatever I want it to be."

"Gosh," she said. "It's arousing just giving you my body with no restrictions. But it makes me so nervous. Plus I can't forget that thing in my ass."

We walked back to the hotel and went up to our room. I got a handful of straps out of my bag.

"You're going to tie me up?" the girl asked, when she saw the straps.

"Haven't you been tied up before?"

"Never. Just handcuffed that one time."

At the foot of the bed there was a long, low stool with a padded leather top. I pulled it out into the room.

"Lie face-down on that."

The girl said nothing but she lay on the stool so that her hips were at one end and her shoulders at the other. I used two of the straps around her upper arms and fixed them to two of the legs of the stool. Then two around her thighs. She was immobilized on top of the stool, her breasts squashed onto the leather, her legs spread and her pussy exposed. The shiny base of the plug glinted between her ass cheeks.

I moved around in front of her and slowly undressed, watching as her eyes drank in my body as it gradually came into view.

"How does it feel?" I asked.

"I can barely move a muscle. I feel totally defenseless. But I trust you totally. You're my lover. You won't hurt me."

I slapped her ass hard, leaving a red handprint.

"Ouch," she squealed.

I slapped her other ass cheek hard. "If I want to hurt you, I will."

"You aren't going to cane me, are you? You talked about it once."

"No. One day I will, but not today."

"Gosh. Knowing that is somehow worse than just getting it over with."

"If you live with me, maybe you get caned every day."

"That's such a mixed message. I want to live with you more than anything. But I don't think I could stand being caned daily."

"If you live with me, you have to be caned sometimes. Can you stand that?"

"I'll do anything to live with you. So yes, I'll stand it. No matter how much it hurts. I love you, so I'll endure it for you."

"What if I opened the door to our hotel room and brought another guy in to fuck you."

"You know I'd do it for you. I promised you I'd say ‘yes' to anything, and I meant it. Is that what you're going to do? Bring in another man?"

"No. I just wondered how you'd feel about it."

"Like I said, I'd do it. But for you, not for him. I wouldn't really want to do it though. I just want you."

"Why me though? I'm just a guy you let pick you up in a bar."

"You're so much more than that. Even the way you picked me up was the most erotic thing that has ever happened to me. And you've taught me so much since. There's a whole part of me that was asleep before you woke it up. I don't want to lose that, with a boring normal boyfriend."

"You don't want your erotic side to go to sleep again."

"Exactly. And with you I know it won't. Every time it nods off, you'll do something new to me and wake it up."

I reached down and pulled the metal plug from her ass. I spat on her asshole for a little bit more lubrication and then I moved over her. I positioned the head of my cock right on her asshole, no longer a tight pucker as usual, but distended a little from the plug. I pushed down firmly and the pink head of my cock vanished into the girl. As my cock went into her ass, a long groan came out of her mouth as she felt herself being invaded in that tightest of holes.

And she was tight. The plug had been thick, but nowhere near as thick as the shaft of my cock. I pushed forward again and a little more vanished into her ass. I pulled back a little before pushing forward. Each time I slid deeper into her, she let out a little groan. I didn't know if it was excitement or pain. The girl loved to submit so I almost hoped it was pain, since enduring a little pain was much more submissive than putting up with intense arousal of her asshole being stretched.

"Go slow," she gasped. "It's hurting."

"I decide how fast I go," I said. "A little bit of pain is good for the character."

I thrust hard and pushed the rest of my cock into her. She let out a strange noise, half trying to say something and half crying out. I knew that no matter how painful I made it for her, she would love the memory of being tied up, totally immobile, and having her ass plundered mercilessly.

I started to fuck her ass, sliding my cock almost completely out before roughly thrusting it completely into her body. She was groaning and sighing and panting. Even though it probably still hurt, her body hadn't completely relaxed, she was extremely excited.

"I'm gonna..." she gasped. But she didn't have time to finish the sentence before her body tightened up for a second. Then her climax burst through her. She would have been shaking hard except she was tied to the stool, so instead her body just pulsated. "Oh my god, what are you doing to me?" she managed to get out once the intensity of the first few seconds faded into a long coda and bliss rippled through her body for what seemed like a whole minute. I slowed down, barely moving my cock inside her as I, too, enjoyed the way her body was erupting like a volcano, squeezing my cock like a milking machine.

She lay limply on the sofa, my hard cock still buried in her ass, her orgasm finally fading to nothing. I let her get her breath back and then I started to fuck her hard again. I could feel that the orgasm had relaxed her asshole completely, now I moved freely inside her.

"Oh yes, that's good. So fucking dirty, but good."

"You love dirty sex."

She was getting too aroused to talk normally again so her sentences broke up.

"I do...and I never...had a clue...I never knew...I had...another hole...a dirty hole."

I was close to cumming. I pulled out of her ass and moved to the other end of the stool. I grabbed her hair and roughly pulled her head up. I pushed my cock into her mouth. Holding her head I started to fuck her mouth, almost as roughly as I'd been fucking her ass. She was gagging and gasping, barely able to breathe. I knew she liked to be used, and I was certainly using her. As I felt the first jet of cum was imminent, I pulled out of her and stroked myself. She lay strapped to the stool, looking up with her mouth open, as I pumped my seed onto her tongue.

I undid the straps and let her stand up.

"What do you want to do the rest of the day?" I asked.

"You are so strange. You just gave me the roughest sex of my life, violating my ass and my mouth, and you expect me to be able to think."

Actually I already knew what we'd do the rest of the day. I had tickets to the Cubs game that afternoon. Then Jasmine was coming to dinner with us. I was hoping I knew what we'd do the rest of the night too.

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