Plain Jane becomes dirty Jane Pt. 12

Part 18

We travelled back from the festival the next morning, and I think all of us, my brother, Ryan and I were all feeling a little low after all the excitement, and probably all a bit hung over. Hailey and I swapped phone numbers at least and Marcus and Ryan told me they had made plans to go to France for a week or so the next day to visit Margo, which I was a bit disappointed about, no more naughtiness with them then for a while. I was really too tired to think much about it though and we were quiet in the car and when we got home I just dumped my stuff on the couch downstairs and went to bed to sleep.

I actually slept right through until they woke me in the morning at 10.30am. They both kissed me goodbye, and I dozed off again for another hour. Come the afternoon I was sat around the house feeling bored, and I was reminiscing about all the naughty things I had done at the festival. I had a bit of a count up and Christ, I had been fucked by 13 different men and had my first sexual encounters with another woman, not forgetting the modelling.

Speak of the devil, just then the phone rang, and it was Andy Durham from the fetish stall. He was his usual ebullient self, and he told me he had already had some interest from the photos he had taken of me. Evidently he had sent a few prints around to some friends and people in the trade and one of them, namely Kenneth Martin, was very keen to meet me today and would probably have some paid work to offer me. I asked Andy what he was like.

"Well, Jane, he's a fair bit older, in his 60s and I won't lie, he is a bit of an old perv, but then that's not unusual in this line of work. He makes films as well as prints magazines, usually in the niche end of the market. I'll give you his address, it's in London, and it's a place called Martin's Book Emporium, upstairs it's all normal end of print cheap books but downstairs is a large adult shop with peep shows and stuff."

I agreed to go and meet him that afternoon and Andy would let him know I was on my way. He wished me luck and a little later I was on the train to Soho in London, about an hour's journey. I found the place no problem and went down the stairs to the Adult Shop and asked the rather bored looking guy behind the counter where I could find Mr. Martin. I was dressed in my usual summer clothes of a flowery blouse and light jacket, short denim skirt and flowery socks over my black sandals. He smiled a little lecherously at me as he looked me up and down and then just pointed to a door marked staff only.

"Just through the door, up the stairs and it's first on your left."

I thanked him as he just continued to stare at me with a sly smile on his face and I went through the door and up to the room on the left and stood outside, took a deep breath and knocked.

"Come in!"

Called a slightly irritated sounding man and I nervously opened the door and peeped in to see a rather gross fat old guy with badly dyed black thinning hair with a bad comb-over in a tatty old suit sat behind a desk partially obscured by a cloud of cigar smoke. He waved the smoke away from his face like he was swatting mosquitos and barked.

"What?"

"Oh, hello Mr. Martin, I'm Jane."

"Jane? Jane? Jane who?"

He said absentmindedly.

"Erm, Jane Rawlings, sir."

"Oh! Andy Durham's girl with the titties!"

"Erm, yes, that's me."

"Oh, sorry I had forgotten you were coming, please take a seat, Jane."

He said beckoning me in, his manner softening somewhat and I walked in timidly and sat down in the chair in front of him. I looked around the small untidy office briefly, there were posters all over the walls of naked women and some men obviously advertising various adult films and magazines, some of them half hanging off the walls, and piles of videos and magazines. He put his cigar down in the ashtray, next to a paper plate with a half-eaten sandwich on it, leant over his desk and we shook hands as he eagerly looked me up and down.

"Wow, you are a tall one, great legs!"

"Thank you, sir."

I stammered, feeling a little overwhelmed.

"Ken! We're going to be friends, good friends, so call me Ken!"

He said quite loudly.

"Sure, ah, yes Ken."

"Good girl! Now we are going to have a little chat. Do you want tea or coffee?"

"No, I'm..."

"Nonsense, have a coffee."

"Oh, erm, OK."

Wow, he was really pushy, he was physically a big guy, with a powerful voice and a real fast talking business manner. He pushed a button on his desk by the phone and just said.

"Two coffees please, Des."

"Yes, Ken, coming up."

He turned back to me and his face erupted in a huge smile.

"Now, Jane, Andy was kind enough to send me over some photos of you, I understand you met at a music festival, and you begged him to let you model some of his leather gear."

"Well, I wouldn't say I begged him."

"Ha! Just my little joke Jane, my love, but I must say I was pretty impressed especially for a first shoot. So you're not shy then?"

"Erm, no, not too shy."

"I'll say, but with a body like yours why would you be."

He said as he picked up a large envelop and tipped out what was evidently some prints of my shoot from the festival. He looked through a few humming and nodding but he didn't show me.

"Yeah, they are great. I really wanted to see you in the flesh though because I know Andy's photographer can pull a few tricks in his darkroom and I wanted to know you were the real deal. You have a pretty face too, Jane."

"Thank you... Ken."

"And those tits look very promising. Show me."

"What?"

"Show me your tits."

He said decisively. I instinctively put my hands up over my blouse and paused.

"Erm, what... now?"

I said a bit surprised, it was all happening so fast.

"Yes, of cause now! Stand up!"

"Oh... OK."

I said feeling a little intimidated still by his blustering. I stood up and took off my jacket blushing slightly and unbuttoned my blouse and held it open showing him my breasts filling out my white bra and just stood there. He looked at me for a second and then said with a wave of his hand.

"Take it off then!"

I swallowed and removed my blouse folding it neatly and placed it over my chair and turned to face him again. He just puffed, looking a little annoyed.

"Bra!"

He said curtly and just flicked his thumb to the side. I took a deep breath and reached behind me and undid the catch. I looked at him as he watched intently, his mouth half open in expectation and I pulled the straps down and dropped my bra onto the chair and stood up straight, arms by my side allowing him a clear view of my firm heavy breasts.

"Oh, yes, those are killer titties!"

He said so loudly that I actually jumped a little. He was beaming up at me as he stared across his desk at my breasts chuckling and pursed his lips. He stood up and I was slightly shocked to see just how fat he really was, he practically waddled around to my side of his desk and just leant back against it as he studied my breasts close up, his fat gut nearly touching me.

Just then the door opened and in walked a younger man, maybe 40ish holding a tray with our coffees. I gulped as I looked at him and instinctively covered my breasts with my hands as he just smiled back at me casually.

"Thank you, Des! Have a look at these, are they not the best fucking tits you've seen in years?"

Ken looked back at me and looked a bit annoyed as he saw my hands now covering myself and he just glared at me and flicked his finger angrily in a downward motion to me. I lowered my hands again and Des's face beamed back at me with pleasure as he looked at my bare breasts.

"Oh, boy, I'd love to get my face in there, even though I might not survive the experience!"

And they both laughed loudly.

"Hell of a way to go though hey, Des!"

"Hell of a way, Ken!"

And they both guffawed loudly again. I felt so cheap, standing there for their amusement, and I was also starting to feel a little aroused at my humiliation. Without warning still mid-laugh Ken just grabbed hold of both my breasts and lifted them up and down.

"Fuck! And judging by the weight of them I think they could just about knock you out cold!"

And they both continued to laugh at my expense, and I could feel my nipples starting to stiffen as they talked about me as if I were a mere mannequin. Ken let go of my breasts and Des winked at me as he walked out looking completely unfazed as if this kind of thing happened every day, though I suppose it was quite possible it did in his line of work.

Ken sat back down in his chair and told me to sit, and we had a little chat as we drank our coffees for a few minutes. It felt slightly odd as I sat there topless casually talking to this rather gross old man as he sipped his drink and enjoyed the view. Then the questions got much more personal and probing.

"So, Jane, I've been thinking we could do a shoot of you, do you think you could do that?"

"Hmm, yes, I could do that."

"You don't mind all those dirty old men looking at you and jerking off?"

I couldn't help but smile and answered.

"No, I quite like it."

He raised his eyebrows at that and smiled still drinking in the sight of my breasts and my gradually stiffening nipples.

"Clearly. The modelling work is OK money, and if you're a good girl and prove yourself I could put you in a film, which would pay much better."

"I see."

I said nodding.

"Do you like to fuck?"

His sudden directness shocked me a little again and I paused and said as confidently as possible.

"Yes, I do."

"Mmm, good girl, and I bet you're a great fuck."

"I think so."

I said trying to sound as nonchalant as I could.

"How old are you, Jane?"

"Twenty."

"And how many guys have you fucked?"

"Er... well, about 20 I suppose."

"Twenty! Fucking hell, twenty at twenty, wow you must be a real slut?"

I swallowed again trying to hide my slight nerves as I sipped my coffee.

"Well, yes, I suppose I am."

"Well either you are, or you're not Jane, which is it, cos it sounds to me like you are?"

"Yes, I am a slut."

"Because you love cock?"

"Yes, I love cock!"

I said now sounding a little more positive, realising this was actually an interview for a job where it was essential.

"Good, because I'm always on the lookout for nice subservient girls who love cock and are not afraid to say it and are not afraid to show it in front of the camera. Does this sound like the kind of work you would be interested in, Jane? I mean, you're basically being paid just to suck and fuck, and if you do it for fun anyway, which sounds like you are certainly that kind of girl, why not do it for money too. Double whammy!"

"Yes, it does interest me, Ken, very much."

I said starting to get quite excited by the idea. Ken smiled back at me and said.

"Good, I was hoping you'd say that."

Ken suddenly turned and pressed the intercom again.

"Des, is Reg around today?"

"I think so, I saw him earlier."

"Great, can you dig him out for me and ask him to come to my office please?"

"Sure."

Ken looked up at me again smiling and said.

"OK, Jane, well there's someone I'd like you to meet. Big Reg, as we call him, is one of our... biggest stars."

He said, emphasizing the word 'big'.

"Right."

I said, feeling excited and nervous at the same time.

"Do you like big cocks?"

"Yes, sure!"

"What's the biggest you've had?"

"Oh, probably about 8 inches."

"OK. I think you're going to be in for a treat in that case."

He said as he sat back smiling again, took a sip of his coffee and then relit his cigar. I waited nervously and brushed the slight chill from my breasts, noticing my nipples were getting really stiff now as Ken observed me. He just smiled again and asked?

"Excited?"

"Yes!"

I said, nodding quite enthusiastically. Finally there was a knock on the door and Ken called out 'Enter!' rather dramatically and in strode quite a tall man, about 6' and well built, with a shock of thick grey hair, and I guessed he was a similar age to Ken, probably late 60s. He smiled as he looked briefly at me and then his smiled broadened when he looked at my naked breasts and chuckled as he said.

"Oh, Ken, that is fabulous!"

"Not a bad little bitch is she?"

"Not bad at all."

"Jane, this is Big Reg."

I stood up and we shook hands politely which again felt slightly odd with my breasts out on show, although I didn't try to hide them this time. Reg wasn't bad for an old guy, I had definitely fucked worse, and I quite liked him.

"So, Jane, I'm thinking of putting you in one of Big Reg's films, what do you think, would you let him fuck you?"

Once again, his sudden directness caused me to pause for a second, but I managed to say.

"Oh, sure!"

"That would be nice, I'd certainly love to fuck you, Jane."

I just smiled back at him as he waggled his tongue at me, looking me up and down.

"But Reg likes his bitches nice and subservient, Jane, so let's see if you can pass the test shall we?"

"OK."

I said, wondering what was next but fairly resolute.

"Would you say you are quite subservient, Jane?"

"Yes, I would."

I said confidently thinking that was the test.

"Good, then stand up and take your knickers off."

I stood up as soon as his words sunk in and I didn't hesitate as I put my hands up my skirt and just yanked down my light blue knickers, stepping out of them and held them up blushing slightly and glancing between Ken and Big Reg as they watched me demonstrate my willingness to do as I was told. Reg held out his hand and I handed him my knickers. He kept his eyes on mine as he turned them inside out and lifted them up to his face and sniffed the gusset.

"Mmm, Jane, your cunt smells delicious!"

"Thank you."

I said, which is all I could actually think to answer but hoping I had now passed the test. But they were determined to push me further, and Reg held them open again in front him and announced.

"Oh, and it looks like you're a little excited by our meeting, you can see a small wet patch right where your cunt was."

And he held out my knickers spreading the gusset out in front of my face, and I felt my pussy juice up a little more as a cold shock of humiliation ran through me and I blushed again quite deeply.

"Yes, I am excited."

And I really was! There was something very commanding about him, he oozed confidence, and I could feel my pussy starting to leak from the excitement. But he hadn't finished with me yet. He held them closer to my face and told me to look at them. I did and I moaned a little as I saw a clear stain in the centre.

"Smell it, Jane, smell your cunt!"

I did as he told me and bent my head slightly and sniffed my own knickers as I stood still topless in front of two old men that I had only just met, and I actually felt a little light headed from the excitement. Reg then passed them over the desk to Ken who picked them up and pushed them over his face and inhaled deeply, humming his approval at the smell of my pussy.

It felt so degrading having my dirty knickers passed around and so casually commented on, but it was really starting to turn me on. Reg was still facing me just smiling casually enjoying my discomfort as I shifted my weight from one leg to another nervous that my juices might actually start running down my legs, but I could feel them building and I was really struggling. Reg observed my awkward stance and asked me.

"Is your cunt wet, Jane?"

I just nodded as I tried to control my breath as my heart began to race. Then he stepped forward and put his right hand straight up my skirt and he tickled my pubic hair with his fingers making me squirm on the spot. I was shaking as he looked into my eyes, and he slowly ran his fingers around my wet lips toying with them and then slipped one of his fingers up me and I gasped aloud, moaning like a whore.

"Do you want to be fucked, Jane?"

"Yes, I want to be fucked! Please!"

He just chuckled and removed his finger from my pussy and put it up to my face and pushed his wet finger into my mouth and I sucked my juices from it as he gently pushed it in and out. Then he removed his finger and told me.

"Bend over the desk, lift your skirt and spread your legs!"

I did as he ordered without hesitation and turned my head to see him bend over to get a close look between my legs.

"Spread your arse!"

I spread my arse for him hoping he was going to fuck me but to my amazement he just stood up again and said.

"Hmm, nice arsehole. Something to look forward to. See you soon, Jane."

"What?"

I said, astonished.

"See you Thursday, Reg!"

"Yep, see you Thursday, Ken! The slut is all yours, keep her hot for me!"

"Will do!"

And Reg just picked up my dirty knickers sniffing them again as he walked out of the office and closed the door behind him. I remained in my position, mouth open, still holding open my arse cheeks as Ken just pushed his chair sideways and beckoned me with a finger. I stood up feeling rather foolish and let my skirt drop as I trotted round to Ken on the other side of the desk. He was just smiling at me and rubbing his crotch openly.

"Well done Jane, you're doing very well so far, now bend over again and show me what you just showed lucky Reg."

I swallowed my disappointment of not even getting so much as a look at Reg's big cock and simply did as I was told. I turned my back on fat ugly Ken, lifted my skirt as I heard a sharp intake of breath when I revealed my bare bottom and bent over, then put both my hands behind me and spread my arse cheeks exposing my anus. Ken laughed loudly and exclaimed.

"Atta girl! Christ, that is a lovely arsehole and no mistake!"

And I felt his rough creepy fingers squeezing my buttocks and I closed my eyes. He prised open my buttocks even wider and I felt his breath on my backside as I heard him sniffing at me.

"Hmm, lovely. Have you had many cocks up your arse yet?"

"No."

"What none!"

"No, just fingers and tongues."

He chuckled when he heard my answer and repeated thoughtfully, as he briefly ran a finger over my anus making me tense.

"Oh, just fingers and tongues. Did you like that?"

"Yes, I did."

Although I suddenly realised I didn't know whether he meant in the present or the past.

"Hmm, yeah, I think you could be the real deal, just the kind of dirty bitch I'm looking for. Turn round."

I span round to face him again. He was sat back in his rather large leather upholstered chair rubbing at his crotch again as he looked at me now expressionless as I stood there feeling quite awkward and not quite knowing where to look.

"So you want to work for me, Jane?"

"Yes, please."

"Good, good. Well I don't shake hands on a deal here, not with my models, we have another way of sealing it!"

He said as he pulled down his zip and put both his hands on the armrests and just sat back. I looked down past his fat belly to his unzipped trousers but froze for a moment.

"Can you think what that might be Jane, sweetheart?"

I just nodded.

"Good. Be a good girl then. On your knees."

There was no way of putting this off any longer, so I just knelt down between his fat open legs and putting both my hands on his crotch I felt his hardon inside his trousers and pushed one hand inside. He smelt pretty sweaty, but the stale cigar smoke masked most of it. I put my other hand inside his trousers too and into his underwear and pulled his cock out into the open. It was circumcised and kind of average in length, maybe 5 and a half to 6 inches, but quite thick, and he was certainly stiff, and I tentatively started to rub it with both my hands as he stared down at me. He just mumbled slightly enjoying the novelty of my hands on his manhood for a moment and then he said calmly.

"Don't forget the balls."

"Yes, Ken."

I said, falling into my role. So I put my hands back into his underwear and grabbing his slightly sweaty balls from underneath, fished them out too.

"You can start by licking them."

"Yes, Ken."

And I felt kind of grotty as I bent my head down to his hairy balls and ran my tongue over them and he chuckled quietly and then groaned a little as I started to get into it, enjoying my own humiliation, that light-headed feeling like I'm not really there and it's like I'm just watching myself doing these shameful things. I lapped away at his balls diligently until they lost their flavour and then moved up to his cock and started to suck on the fat head. It tasted off pee and I have to admit I liked it, sucking away at it like a gross lollipop and then I sank my mouth down taking in almost his whole length into my warm mouth.

"Oh, Jane, baby, that's good! Keep going!"

Somewhat encouraged by this and feeling my own growing arousal between my legs as I could sense my juices stirring once again and I gave him the best suck job I could. So I took my time running my tongue along his length in my mouth and poking it around his pee hole I started to taste his precum and I knew I was making progress as I heard him breathing heavier and heavier. Then he until he suddenly put his hand on the back of my head and shoved my face down into his crotch forcing his cock to the back of my throat and I fought off the urge to gag and just kept sucking on his smelly old cock, enjoying the taste of his smooth head until it jerked and I felt him erupt in my mouth as he grabbed my hair and pulled it forcing me between his legs and he cried out as he jerked another couple of times, each time feeling another shot of spunk hit the back of my throat. He pulled me away from his crotch by the hair and blew out hard, then he twisted my face upwards still pulling my hair as I looked into his face still holding his spunk in my mouth.

"Open!"

I opened my mouth to show him what he had just deposited, and he smiled, satisfied, seeing that the whole load he had dumped inside was quite visible.

"Swallow."

And I did, enjoying the sensation of his warm creamy liquid slipping down my throat again and instinctively, before he could ask I opened my mouth again and looked up at him showing him my empty mouth. He pulled out his hanky from his pocket and wiped his cock clean and zipped up again and just told me to sit pointing back at my chair. I took a swig of my coffee to wash it all down and he sat back looking satisfied and took a sip of coffee too and then his face disappeared again behind a cloud of smoke as he relit his cigar and it hung in the air until he blew out a long smoky breath and his face reappeared beaming at me.

"Impressive."

I smiled back feeling genuinely chuffed that he had enjoyed my efforts and replied.

"Thank you, Ken."

"You like doing that?"

"Yes!"

"Hmm, I can tell, darling."

He took another luxurious drag on his cigar and blew out a playful pattern in the air and then asked me.

"OK, so are you ready for a photoshoot?"

"Sure."