My Life as a Call Girl

My Life as a Call Girl

As you can see by the title, this story is about my life working in the world's oldest profession. I will take it from how I started in the business to the present upon my retirement. No pun intended but it was a life of ups and down and ins and outs. All in all I loved working in the sex trade and wouldn't have changed anything... until.

The Beginning...

I'll start my story during my high school years. When I was a sophomore at Central High School in our Midwestern city, I wasn't particularly desired by the boys. I think I was pretty cute facially, but I was built like a stick, no curves at all. I knew that someday my body would come around because my Mom had a great one. She told me she was a late bloomer and to be patient.

My Mom and I had been living without my Dad for a number of years by that time. I don't really remember him much other than the two of them having had this big fight that led them to getting divorced. I seemed to remember that he had accused my Mom of cheating him somehow. Anyway, the two of us managed alright without him. Mom worked nights, though I had no idea where she worked.

She also seemed to have a steady stream of boyfriends whom she would bring home on occasion. They were innocuous enough as I only saw them just before I would go to bed. The home visits stopped shortly after my 18th birthday when my body had finally blossomed. A naked man crawled into my bed while I was asleep and began rubbing my body through my sleepwear. I screamed like a banshee, elbowed him in the nose and kneed him hard in the balls before my Mom rushed into my room and began beating him with the buckle end of a belt. After that little experience I began taking martial arts classes to protect myself.

When my body finally filled out before my senior year in high school, I began getting the attention of boys who wouldn't have looked at me in previous years. I was pretty unsure about the attention I was getting, but was also flattered by it. I went out on a few dates and once that started my Mom got me on birth control pills tout suite!

After a couple of one and done dates, I started dating one guy in particular named Kyle Patterson. Kyle seemed like a real nice guy and was quite good looking. He was some big shot on our football team (something I really didn't give a shit about), so he walked around like he owned the joint most of the time. Our first few dates were unobjectionable with movies and a kiss goodnight. On the fourth date we parked in a remote area in his car and made out for quite a while with nothing untoward happening. I thought that was great fun.

However, on the fifth date Kyle took things up several notches when we parked. He ran his hands over my titties and ass over my clothes for a while and when I didn't offer much resistance he started to try to get me out of my clothes. I was having nothing to do with that, so I told him to stop. When he didn't do as I said, I let my martial arts training out and kicked his ass... along with his balls and nose! By the end he was curled up in the back seat of his car in the fetal position holding his knackers and nose while whimpering in pain. I ended up driving us to my place and left him to his pain parked in the street.

After that little incident, I was labelled the 'Ice Queen' by Kyle's friends and followers. One of his girl followers tried to intimidate me by trying to slap me after school one day, but I managed to block her attempt and about ripped her arm off in defense. After that, all I had to deal with were a lot of nasty looks and whispered invective.

I was a pretty good student getting mostly A's with an occasional B in my classes. During my senior year I had some trouble with trigonometry, so I asked the best student in the class to help me out who gladly decided to assist me. I would go to his house every other day to work on 'trig' for a while and then he and I would talk about everything else.

Jason was the complete opposite of Kyle. He was what most people referred to as a nerd because he was the smartest kid in school. He was decent looking, though he dressed kind of shabbily, but that was due to his family not having a lot of money. He was, however, very nice and helped me immeasurably with my class.

I really liked Jason as I got to know him and decided to ask him out on a date as a thank you for helping me. We had a really good time, so we began hanging out together while at school. One day as we were sitting together at lunch in the cafeteria, Kyle and one of his minions began to berate the two of us loudly. Now Jason was no match physically for Kyle, but I was! I jumped up and shouted, "At least he isn't a premature ejaculator like you are! So, Kyle, how are your balls? Did they ever drop back down after I kicked them into your belly? By the way, if I ever hear you or your cronies have even thought about touching Jason, I'll make what I did to you when you tried to rape me look like child's play!"

There were lots of giggles and then gasps as people caught on to what I was saying. Hopefully I managed to ruin his reputation as the big stud on campus. Apparently my warning was heeded because nobody tried to fuck with Jason.

As spring approached, Jason asked me to the senior prom, to which I accepted. I bought a nice gown for the occasion. I bathed, put a little curl in my light blond hair and put on a little makeup and waited for Jason to pick me up. I was surprised when I opened the door to Jason. He had rented a tux and looked really handsome. He smiled at me shyly, so I said, "God Jason, you clean up very nicely!"

He chuckled and said, "You look more beautiful than ever, yourself! You smell very nice as well."

I pulled him in for a hug and a quick kiss and said, "Thanks. I used some of my Mom's perfume."

"You should use it all of the time because it's perfect on you. Anyway, are you ready to go?" Jason asked.

Jason took me to a nice restaurant where we had steak dinners. We managed to get the waiter to take our pictures with our phones before we left for the dance. Now, I had never been to a school dance before, so I wasn't too sure what would happen. There was a live band that played a bunch of pop tunes that were easy to dance to. Jason and I were having a good time until a very drunk Kyle insinuated himself between Jason and me during a slow dance by shoving Jason aside and onto the floor. He was looking at me with a drunken smirk as he grabbed me tightly.

"Come on Amy," Kyle said, "Dump the nerd and come be with a real man."

I laughed and said, "Jason is ten times the man you think you are! A real man doesn't have to rape a woman to get some. No, a real man listens to his partner and abides by her wishes. Now you better let go of me or you'll be unable to conceive children in the future!"

By this time, we had several other couples watching, listening and videoing us while someone else helped Jason to stand back up. For some reason, Kyle chose this moment to be monumentally stupid and grabbed my left breast as he tried to kiss me. I growled as I kneed Kyle not once but five times in quick succession in his groin. As he bent in pain, I kneed him especially hard in the face breaking his nose... again!

He hit the floor holding his crotch while bleeding profusely from his nose. The principal and a couple other teachers rushed over to see what the commotion was. The principal cried out, "WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?"

With that, the band stopped playing, so I walked up to Mrs. Russell and explained what happened. Several of the other couples corroborated my story and a couple people showed her their videos, especially the part where Kyle grabbed my tit and tried to kiss me. After Mrs. Russell reviewed the video, she turned to me and asked if I'd like to press charges. I said I would, so the police were summoned as well as an ambulance.

After my scuffle with Kyle, the dance continued, albeit a little more subdued. To our surprise, after the King and Queen of the prom were named, Jason was named valedictorian for the year. He was presented with a framed certificate and a check for $1000. About an hour later the prom came to a close, so Jason and I talked about what to do next as we walked to his car.

Jason asked me if I'd like to go to one of the post-prom parties. I knew he wasn't a party person and neither was I, so I said, "Why don't we go to my place. My Mom won't be home tonight so we can have the place to ourselves." He thought that sounded like a good idea, so we drove to my place.

When we arrived, I told Jason I wanted to change out of my prom dress and that he should grab us a couple of Cokes from the fridge. As I went to my room to change, I thought about the story my Mom told me about losing her virginity at her prom. I had been thinking about having sex for a while, so I decided to make it happen by wearing a very thin camisole while braless and some very loose fitting shorts sans panties.

As I reentered the living room, I found Jason sitting on the couch nursing a Coke and checking his phone. When he noticed that I had returned, his eyes got wide as he watched my large breasts swaying under my camisole. I smiled as I sat next to him on the couch and grabbed my Coke. I decided I would tease him a bit by drinking from my bottle in a sensual manner for a couple of minutes. I then set the bottle on the coffee table and moved in to kiss him.

Now it had always struck me as surprising that Jason was a good kisser... a really good kisser. As we got into our make-out session, I took his right hand and placed it on my left breast. Even though his hand was on the outside of my camisole, it felt really nice and caused my nipples to get really hard with the stimulation. I let out a moan involuntarily as I enjoyed having my breast fondled gently.

I broke our kiss for a moment so I could pull my camisole off, giving Jason unfettered access to both of my tits. He then bent down and began sucking on one nipple while lightly pinching the other one with his hand. God, I could feel myself getting really wet as I loved what he was doing to me, so I took things up a notch and began rubbing my hand over his penis through his pants.

Jason moaned loudly as I stroked his cock while he continued suckling at my breast. Finally, I whispered, "Come on Jason, let's go to my room." I stood, took his hand and pulled him down the hall to my bedroom. While we stood next to my bed I said, "Jason, I would really like to have sex with you tonight if you'd like that." I stepped back a couple of feet, undid my shorts and let them dropped to the floor, standing before my boyfriend in all of my naked glory.

Jason scanned me from the top of my head to my toes and then back up again before he said, "Amy, I feel as if I'm in a dream. You are so beautiful and I'm so plain. How did I get this lucky?"

I smiled at him and said, "You aren't plain in the least. You got lucky because you're really nice and helped me with trig. Now, I'd say you're overdressed, so let's get you out of those clothes. I've never done it before, but I'm dying to suck a cock!"

Jason didn't waste a second as his clothes came flying off. When his erection popped free of his boxers, I was staring at the first live cock I had ever seen and was quite enamored by what I was looking at. I got down on my knees before him, took his cock in my hand and then opened my mouth guiding, what I was to learn later, his very large cock into my mouth.

I was fascinated by the feel of his hardness on my tongue as I rolled it over and around his knob. He was moaning loudly and as I looked up to see his face, I was amused by the look of bliss in his eyes as he watched me suck on him.

It didn't take long before Jason began saying he was going to cum soon. After listening to other girls in the locker room talk about how the honorable thing to do was to swallow down the guys spunk when they ejaculated during a blow job, I decided to hold him fast in my mouth despite his attempts to pull out. When he let his semen fly, I was a bit overwhelmed by the amount, though I did manage to drink it all down. When he finished pulsing I stood up. Jason pulled me into a hug and kissed me passionately.

All in all I thoroughly enjoyed giving my first blowjob. The actual sucking and stuff was great and drinking down the ejaculate was fine. I was looking forward to many more blowjobs in my future!

To my surprise, after Jason broke our kiss, he pushed me back onto my bed, got down between my legs and began kissing and licking my pussy. What he was doing felt really good. I grabbed his head and directed his tongue towards my clit and after just a few seconds had my first orgasm given to me by someone other than myself.

Jason didn't stop with just one orgasm for me, no, he continued on giving me several more. He insinuated a couple of fingers into my pussy and stroked, what I later learned was my G-spot! At one point I actually sprayed my girl cum all over Jason's face. Who knew I could cum so hard and so often?

Finally, I wanted to move things onto the main event, so I began pulling on Jason's head and managed to get him to crawl up my body. I asked, "Are you hard again, yet?" He nodded, so I said, "I want you to fuck me now!" He smiled down at me as he worked himself into position. I reached between us, grabbed his renewed erection, worked him into my entrance and pulled him forward allowing him to take things from there.

He slowly pressed forward, causing both of us to moan with pleasure, until he was fully embedded in my vagina. "Oh god, Jason! This feels so good! Now move in me!" Jason was a good listener as he began to slowly piston in and out of me. Every time he buried himself into me deep, he would grind his pubic area on my clit causing fireworks to go off in my brain.

After several minutes I told Jason to fuck me harder and faster. Soon he was pummeling me, causing me to have climax after climax while my pussy just gushed with its approval. Jason's stamina was impressive after he came so quickly in my mouth, but after a while he said, "I'm going to cum, what should I do?"

We weren't using a condom because I was on the pill, so I relayed that fact to him and told him, "Cum in me! Fill my pussy!" Shortly after that Jason slammed into me one last time as he let loose, shooting his spunk deep into my pussy. When he had finished, he collapsed on me a sweaty mess while gasping for air.

When Jason had recuperated enough so that his breathing slowed down, he kissed me and then he rolled off of me to my right. We turned and faced each other with big grins on our faces as we told each other how wonderful that was for our first times. Jason asked about my lack of hymen, so I told him I broke it a long time ago while masturbating.

We dozed off after a while with smiles on our faces. We managed to have sex a few more times that night in various positions that we both wanted to try. There's a lot to be said for having a sex partner in his sexual prime of life. By the morning we both had had enough, so he got up, dressed and headed for home, while I fell back asleep and dreamt about having sex with faceless men.

Jason and I managed to have sex together a number of times during the summer. My mother was gone frequently overnight, so I had the run of our place. He and I had decided to be just 'fuck buddies' because he was going off to college at MIT and I was going to stay home and attend the state university which was in our home town.

I managed to get a scholarship that paid for tuition and books and decided I was going to major in business management with a minor in marketing. Since it was much cheaper I would live at home until I graduated. My life was going along swimmingly until my mother was arrested for soliciting and for possession of controlled substances with intent to sell.

I wasn't totally shocked to discover that my Mom was a prostitute because it did explain a lot of things about her. What I really couldn't believe was that she was a drug dealer! I learned of her incarceration from a call from her attorney. He told me to look behind the painting of roses in a vase and that I'd find an envelope with information that my Mom wanted me to have. I checked behind the picture and sure enough I found an envelope with my name on it. I opened it to find a letter in my mother's familiar scrawl.

I unfolded the letter and read;

My dearest girl,

If you are reading this then the law must have finally caught up to me. I don't rue my choice of living at all. Being a hooker, whore, call girl, or whatever you want to call me, was a lot of fun. I gave many people a lot of pleasure while giving myself a lot pleasure, so I hope you won't look down on me. My only regret was when a john I brought home tried to take advantage of you a few years ago. After that I kept my business as far away as possible from you.

I guess this is as good as any other time to talk to you about your father. His leaving was all my fault and not his, though I always told you that it was his fault. We were very happy when we married, but had you sooner than we had planned. He felt pressured to provide for us so he worked as many hours as he could at his job. After a year or so of that I began to get restless. I had always had a very active libido and with your father never at home I began looking elsewhere.

I had lost all of the weight I gained when I had you and had no problem attracting men. After a number of one night stands, one guy thought I was a hooker and paid me $500 for my services. Well, I thought to myself, 'I can make big bucks while having fun!', so I went all in and before long the money was rolling in and I was getting all of the sex I wanted. Well, your Dad discovered what I was up to and just left. I filed for divorce citing abandonment after a year.

I may not have been the best Mom and heaven knows I'm not a role model nor have I always been there for you, but don't think for a minute that I didn't love you. I hope you'll forgive me for my shortcomings and I hope to make it up to you in the future.

You should know that the house has been paid off as has my car and that both are registered in your name. You will be responsible for all of the bills, so make sure you keep up with them. There's an account in your name at People's Credit Union that contains a bit over $20,000. That was money your Dad paid for court mandated child support. Use it wisely. You may have to get a job while in school after a while to make ends meet.

I'm sorry to have left you in the lurch like this, but you're a smart girl and will figure things out.

I love you Amy,

Mom

P. S. If the police come calling be sure to call our lawyer, Jacob Cohen at 123-456-7890 and tell him what's happening. He'll take care of everything and his fee has been covered.

I sat down at the kitchen table and tried to process everything. After pondering the situation for a while, I decided that I needed to speak to her, so I drove to the city jail. I told the duty officer that my mother had been arrested and that I needed to talk to her. It took about an hour before I was led to a private room where I was searched for contraband. A few minutes later my Mom was led into the room wearing an orange jumpsuit by a police woman.

I gave my Mom a hug and then we sat down facing each other at a table. We stared at each other for several seconds until my Mom said, "I'm so sorry, honey. I got kind of careless."

I chuckled and said, "Yeah, it kind of looks like it. You know, I can look past the prostitution thing, but drug dealing?! What's with that?"

She shook her head and said, "I don't deal drugs, believe me. I would use them on occasion, but I was caught up in circumstances. My client turned out to be a major dealer and had been under surveillance for a long time. He was a regular, so I was linked to him. I've been denied bail because they think I'm a flight risk and my lawyer says my case doesn't look too good. He said he would try to get me out of the drug charge by saying I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, but he thought the soliciting charge would stick, which isn't that big a deal.

"So, I want you to proceed with your life as if nothing is wrong. You have no control over what happens to me and neither do I for that matter. Just go to school, get your degree and make me proud."

"Okay," I said. "I'll do that. I do have another question for you."

"Shoot."

"You made enough money to support both of us, pay off the house and your car as a prostitute?"

She smiled and said, "Yeah, I did. Up until last year I was what you would call a high priced escort/call girl. I was pulling in anywhere between $5,000 and $20,000 per night depending on what I was doing and how many I was doing it with. Unfortunately, as I aged I couldn't demand the same prices anymore, so I was planning on retiring in a year or two and moving somewhere warm."

I looked at her unbelieving and said, "Wow! You can make that kind of money by just having sex with men? How frequently did you, you know, have, uh, customers?"

Mom smiled at me and said, "As often as I could. To be honest, I didn't consider it work because I really love having sex."

I was about to respond to Mom when the police woman stepped in and said our time was up. We both stood and then hugged. Mom told me she loved me and I told her I loved her too.

It was still early afternoon, so I decided to go to the credit union office to see how much money I had in the account that my Mom opened for me. There was just over $25,000 in a savings account, so I opened a checking account with $5,000 and got an ATM card.

Since the house was paid off, all I had were utility bills and food to buy. I also had the use of my Mom's car which was a 300 series BMW. It was nice to know that I didn't have any money issues to worry about for the time being.

I was happy when school started because it gave me something to concentrate on that wasn't about my Mom. I was well aware that the first year would be introductory courses, but that was good since my high school didn't have any business or marketing classes. I did manage to test out of basic math and English, so I could focus on courses that were more appropriate to my major and minor.

I sailed through the first year getting all A's and was quite pleased with myself. Jason and I emailed and texted for a while, but as we got busier and busier those things tapered off. I didn't date at all because I was wholly focused on my classes and studying. I was asked out several times and made some friends, but by and large I just worked.

My third year got much more interesting school wise and personally. All of my classes were for my major and minor, so they were much more interesting. I was also assigned an academic advisor. His name was Dr. William Shaw and he taught one of the management classes I was in. Dr. Shaw was fairly young, very good looking and I found out that he was sought after by several major universities before settling on ours.

My first meeting with him as an advisor was pretty interesting. We sat down and discussed what I wanted to accomplish and designed the rest of my undergraduate years based on what we discussed. When we were finished he said he would be teaching about 7 of the courses I would be taking and that he looked forward to guiding me in the future.

I was, again, plowing through my classes and studying garnering all A's at the expense of a social life. About the only social life I had was visiting my Mom on occasion at prison. She had lost her case on both counts and had been sentenced to 35 years for the drug charge and 1 year for the soliciting charge. She would be eligible for parole in 20 years. So, I would visit her once a month on a weekend. Luckily the prison was only 50 miles away, so it was an easy trip there and back.

About halfway through the second semester of my third year, I had arranged an advisement meeting with Dr. Shaw to discuss a problem I was having. I was afraid I would have to lighten my class load in order to get a decent job to support myself. The meeting was towards the end of the day, so I hung out studying in the library until 4:30 and my meeting time. I entered his office and he asked me to close the door behind me, so I did as he asked. We discussed how my classes were going apart from the one he was teaching that I was taking. He was very easy to talk to so our meetings were always very laid back.

Next, I told him about my money issues due to my mother's incarceration and that I would need to work in order to live. He asked why she was in prison, so I told him about her being a prostitute and the drug charge.

When he heard that, he said, "You are a very lovely young woman, you must have guys asking you out constantly. I find it hard to believe you don't have a boyfriend." He paused for a few seconds before continuing, "You know, there is one thing I'm disappointed about you with."

I looked at him in surprise and asked him what that was. He chuckled and said, "I'm disappointed that you're a straight A student because you don't come knocking on my door offering sex for a passing grade."

I looked at him in surprise and said, "You're kidding, right?"

"No, I'm not. I have never accepted one of those offers because it isn't right, but I would be sorely tempted to take you up on the offer. However, you're acing my class, so you don't have the need. However, would you be interested in a business proposition that may help with your money issues?" I asked what he had in mind, so he replied, "I'd be willing to pay $500 for your time."

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I sat looking at the man thinking that he was quite despicable, but then I began thinking that his proposition would make it easy to continue with my current course load. Besides, it had been a long time since I had had sex with Jason and I was quite horny, plus having sex with Dr. Shaw would probably be quite fun. But, I thought he was just messing with me, so I decided to call his bluff and said, "I'll do it for $2000!"

I had expected him to splutter in surprise, but instead he shocked me again by saying, 'Okay, done!' I wasn't about to back down, so I said, "Okay, $2000 buys you four hours, it has to be cash and we can't meet on a school night, so Friday or Saturday nights only."

"Okay, can we meet at my place? I'll fix you dinner on Friday night. Any other restrictions?"

I thought for a few moments and then said, "I don't want to be tied up, I don't mind a bit of pain but I don't want any marks left on my body or face and that includes hickeys. Because you're making dinner, your 4 hours will begin after we eat."

He had a big grin and said, "Okay, let's shake on it."

I took his hand, shook it and said, "Give me your address and tell me what time you want me there."

As I drove home I began thinking about what I had just done. I suppose I really was my mother's daughter, so I guessed I'd get a little peek into her life. Next, I began wondering what I should wear, since we're going to be in his house nothing fancy, so sexy casual.

I had a hard time concentrating on my studies for the rest of the week because I was preoccupied by my Friday night 'date' with Dr. Shaw. The closer the day came, the more excited I was getting as I imagined sucking his cock and getting wildly fucked. The fact that he was my professor and advisor only added to my excitement.

Finally, Friday arrived sunny and warm and as I thought about it, it had been about four years since Jason and I had sex for the first time. As I was leaving Dr. Shaw's class, he asked me to wait a moment. When everyone else was gone, he smiled at me and said, "Two things. First, what kind of Chinese do you like? Second, I should warn you that I got my hands on some Viagra so be ready for a marathon session tonight!"

I smiled back at him and replied, "Any kind of spicy chicken dish and you should be ready to be fucked to death!" His eyes went wide as I turned and sashayed out of the class room while chuckling to myself.

When I got home I took a nice long, hot bubble bath. With my bath done I decided to rummage through my Mom's clothes in search of something really sexy but casual. I found some black shorts that looked a little like gym shorts but had flared legs, so I tried them on. I looked in the mirror at my backside and liked what I saw. When I turned to face the mirror, I pulled the front up a bit, snuggling the seam between my pussy lips and admired the camel toe!

I thought to myself, 'Okay, these are a winner, now for a shirt or blouse.' I rummaged around a little more in her closet and came upon a very sheer, red, milk maid shirt. It had puffy shoulders and an elastic hem that came to just below my boobs. I pulled it on and situated my breasts inside. The material cradled my tits nicely and allowed them to move in a very sexy way and was totally see-through. Smiling at myself in the mirror, I decided all I had to do was brush my shoulder length hair and head out. My Mom had never worn make-up and neither had I other than the one time for prom. She always told me that neither one of us needed it.

The drive to Dr. Shaw's place was pretty short taking about 15 minutes. I parked on the street in front of his place, grabbed my oversized bag with a change of clothes in it and marched up the walk to the front door. When he opened the door, he looked at me gape mouthed, staring at my tits as he invited me into his house.

A couple of things struck me as I looked around; the living room was very nicely furnished and it was very clean and tidy. Also, the aroma of the Chinese food smelled really good. He took my bag from me and sat it on a small table near the door and then said, "My god, Amy, you're fucking unbelievable! I have never seen a vision like you before!" He reached towards me and asked, "May I?"

I smiled and said, "They're all yours for four hours!"

He grabbed each of my tits lightly and ran them over his hands, weighing them each with wide eyes. He then looked me in the eye and said, "All of a sudden I'm not particularly hungry!" He then pulled me into a very passionate kiss as his hands ran all over my body. I had been dying for this ever since he broached the subject a few days ago, so I had no qualms about what he was doing.

He broke the kiss after a few minutes and said that he'd be right back. I could hear the kitchen tap run for a few seconds and then he returned. "I needed to take my pill. I want to enjoy this body for as long as possible!"

Since we were diving right in, I started helping him remove his clothes. I got his shirt off first and then dropped to my knees to work his shorts off. I was pleased to see that he was commando and that his already hard cock popped out to greet me. I ran my hand over his penis and weighed his balls in my hand. His cock was a bit smaller than Jason's but not that much, so I wondered if it would feel any different. I guessed that time would tell. I began licking his circumcised knob for a few moments before I took him into my mouth.

With Jason, I really liked the feeling of his cock in my mouth and I discovered that Dr. Shaw's, though a bit fatter, gave me the same pleasure. I began taking him deeper and deeper into my mouth, thanks mostly to him pulling my head towards him. When he got to the back of my mouth towards the top of my throat, I choked for a second, but was able to quell that response pretty quickly.

As Dr. Shaw forced himself into my throat, he was moaning and saying, "My god, Amy, you're such a good little whore! Suck that dick with your slutty little mouth!"

I had been wondering how I'd feel about being called a slut and whore, but in all honesty it didn't really bother me that much. I was just enjoying myself and if it pleased him to say those things, then that was fine with me.

Much like the first time I sucked off Jason, Dr. Shaw didn't last too long and shot his wad into my mouth. I noticed that his spunk tasted a little different than Jason's but was still palatable. His groans of pleasure made me smile around his cock as I continued sucking until his pulsing stopped.

When I deemed he was finished, I stood up and was pulled into a hug and a kiss. After just a few seconds, Dr. Shaw pulled me to his bedroom, pulled what little I had on off of me and told me to lie back on the bed. I did as I was told as he lay next to me. He sat up a bit and began sucking on my right nipple as his right hand worked its way down my belly to my pussy. I was enjoying the sensations as he sucked on my nipples and played with my pussy. I couldn't help but moan with pleasure as he played me like a musical instrument.

Before long, he began kissing his way down my belly towards my pussy. When he got down to his destination, he maneuvered between my legs, smiled up at me and then dove in running his tongue up from my vagina to my clitoris. It felt so good that I shivered as I responded to what he was doing to me. At one point he began concentrating on my clit while he rubbed his fingertip over my G-spot, much like Jason did to me. This always set me off and before long I began cumming hard!

I don't know if it was because he was eating my pussy or that his pills kicked in, but, apparently, he had another erection. He crawled up my body and slid himself into my very wet and anxious pussy. As he slid in, I cried out, "OH MY GOD, DR. SHAW! THAT FEELS SO GOOD!" It had been way too long since I was last fucked and I was really enjoying this. I wrapped my legs around his ass and began pulling him into me a little harder and faster. He caught on pretty quickly and began fucking me harder. It didn't take too long before I had another orgasm.

Now, please understand that when I cum, I cum hard! I shake and shiver while my pussy gushes ejaculate like a river. I kind of liken it to an epileptic seizure without blacking out. It's especially good when it isn't self-induced. So, when I came with Dr. Shaw, I held him tightly to myself while my body did its thing. When I released him from my death grip, he smiled down on me and stated the obvious when he asked, "You really enjoy this don't you?"

I smiled back at him and replied, "What do you think? Now roll us over because I want to ride you!" He did as I asked allowing me to sit up. His room was pretty warm, so we both worked up quite a sweat. Some of my hair was stuck to my face, so I had to try a couple of times to get it behind my ears. As I looked down on Dr. Shaw I noticed he was smiling at me with a shit eating grin, so I asked him, "What?"

He chuckled and said, "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? You, my dear are a goddess! Your body is perfect and look absolutely gorgeous with your chest and breasts pink from your arousal. Your nipples are like pink gumdrops begging to be sucked. And you glow with the sheen of sweat covering you. Frankly, I think I'm getting a real bargain. You should consider asking for more money in the future because you are well worth it!"

I smiled down on him and said, "Thank you for that flattering assessment Dr. Shaw, but now I want you to take hold of my pink gumdrops and pinch them hard while pulling them as I ride you to another climax!" I then began bouncing up and down on his cock while I moaned in pleasure with the feeling of my nipples being abused. It didn't take me long to have another body shaking orgasm as I collapsed on top of my adviser.

After I caught my breath and had calmed down, Dr. Shaw whispered in my ear, "Okay Amy, it's my turn to choose the next position. Get on your hands and knees because I want to take you from behind."

I lifted my head, smiled at him, gave him a quick kiss and then got on my hands and knees. Jason and I did this a couple of times and I had liked it. I looked over my shoulder and saw a look of concentration on his face as he rubbed his cock up and down my slit. At one point he over shot my vagina and rubbed himself over my anus. I was a bit surprised and thought it felt pretty good, but in an instant he was back at my pussy and then plunged in balls deep.

"OH FUUUUCCCCKKKKK! FUCK ME HARDER!" He had a hard grip on my hips as he pushed and pulled me into him and before long I had had another orgasm. This time he didn't stop as he continued using my pussy.

He did slow down a bit and asked me through wheezing breaths if I had ever done anal. I replied that I hadn't so he said, "Maybe something for our next time. Like the rest of you, your anus is very inviting. Would you mind if..."

He didn't finish the sentence, but I did feel a wet digit rubbing my rosebud. Just like when his cock rubbed over it, I thought, 'Wow, this feels kind of good.' I let out a moan indicating my approval and began driving myself back and forth, forcing his cock in and out of me while he penetrated my ass with his thumb.

I couldn't believe how much I liked Dr. Shaw's thumb in my ass while I was fucked hard in my pussy by his cock. We were crashing into one another very hard when I was hit hard by another orgasm. "OOOOHHHHH FFFFFUUUUUUCCCCKKKK, I'MMMM CUUUMMMMIIINNNGGG!" I screamed! I felt like I was squirting a quart of my girl cum around his cock. Moments later, Dr. Shaw announced his own orgasm crying out, 'AAAAAHHHHH' and then a loud groan.

I collapsed face first onto the bed with Dr. Shaw on top of me with both of us breathing very hard from our exertion. After a while, he rolled off of me. We were both lying on our backs when he said, "Amy, I'm sorry if this sounds crass, but you are the best fuck I have ever had, bar none!"

I chuckled and replied, "You're not too shabby yourself, Dr. Shaw."

He turned onto his side to face me and said, "Look, we've had mind blowing sex together, so it seems kind of pretentious to have you calling me Dr. Shaw while we're laying here naked. Please call me Will and save the Dr. Shaw thing for class and at school. Okay?"

I agreed to call him Will and at that moment his stomach rumbled, so we decided to go back to the kitchen and eat our Chinese carryout. As we ate, he said, "A couple of things. First, would you consider removing your pubic hair? It's cute and all, but it comes out when a guy is trying to eat your pussy."

"Yeah, I can do that. I've noticed in communal showers that a lot of girls are bare down there. What's the other thing?"

"Well, as I mentioned earlier, I'd love to have anal sex with you. Of course I would pay you extra for that."

I wasn't sure I was ready for that, thinking I'd like to research it a bit. I knew I liked having his thumb in my ass, but his cock was another thing. So, I looked up and said, "I would like to try that, but not this time okay? I want to see what I'm getting into first."

Will stammered and said, "No, fine, next time would be good. Speaking of which, when would you like to meet up again?"

I thought for a couple of seconds and said, "How about in 3 weeks? My period is coming up this week and we have finals the week after, as you know."

"Three weeks would be fine. During that time, you should think about how you should charge for different scenarios like overnights, with 2 people or more people at once."

"Wow, I hadn't thought of doing this with anyone else but you. You're making it sound like this would be my career."

"Why not? You could make some real good money because with your looks you could determine how much your time is worth. With the education you're getting you can organize yourself into a business and market it. I know for a fact that there are several teachers here that would pay you anything to share your bed. Just think about it.

"Now, how about another roll in the hay before my time is up?"

I laughed and lead him back into the bedroom where I sucked him long and hard before riding him to another fine conclusion. As I dressed to leave he handed me an envelope that he said had my cash in it. He thanked me for a stellar time and said he would see me in class on Monday.

When I got home, I looked through the envelope and found $2,500 plus a short note. It read;

Amy,

The extra $500 is a tip for an exceptional night with an exceptional woman. I look forward to many more liaisons!

Will

As I read the note, I fondled the money and thought, 'I guess this makes me an official prostitute.' To be honest I wasn't weirded out by the idea. Apparently my Mom did it for years and loved it. I had to admit that I loved the sex and the idea of having it on my terms and guaranteed made it really nice. I was wondering if I could make enough make enough money to support myself, so I sat down and started calculating.

Taking $2,500 as a base for each liaison with one per week during the school year of about 30 weeks, that came out to $75,000! Fuck!!! And that's probably low range since Will said I could ask a lot more. Oh, then there was summer break when I didn't have classes during the week. Let's say 19 weeks times three times a week at $2,500... that came out $142,500!

So, conservatively I could make around $217,000 for a school year. That's probably three times what I could make coming out of college with no experience. Damn! Shit, there had to be downsides to this business. Well, it was illegal, but my Mom seemed to elude the authorities for years before she got caught in the middle of a drug raid. I was pretty sure I was smarter than her, but it would be imperative to not become complacent.

Another thing I needed to do was to find a way to deal with the money. I couldn't just bank thousands of dollars without arousing suspicions of the IRS amongst others. Therefore, I would have to establish an offshore account somewhere like the Cayman's. I could create a shadow company or something that would pay me a wage for my labors.

The other thing that I thought about was marketing. Gaining clients at the moment wasn't a problem because I'm sure through Will that word of mouth would be enough, but when I graduated I wouldn't have that going for me in the real world. Oh well, I would have plenty of time to deal with that since I still had one year of school left.

During the next two weeks I began researching anal sex between classes and study sessions. To prepare myself for anal sex, I bought some butt plugs with graduated sizes, a jug of lube, several dildos and a really nice vibrator. I also got a hot water bottle with which to give myself enemas. I started slowly working my way up to the largest butt plug until I could fuck my ass with a fairly large silicon dildo that was larger than Will's cock. All in all, I really liked the attention I was giving my asshole. There would be moments of pain when I would introduce the next largest appliance, but I quickly got past the pain and enjoyed myself.

At last, finals were finished and I had a date with Will on Friday night after exams. He had asked if I would be willing to stay over night during an advisement session before finals. I agreed and told him it would be $7,000 for the night and $15,000 for the weekend. I also told him that I was prepared to have anal sex and that that was included in the prices. I also had my pubes waxed so was as bare as a little girl down there.

On Friday, I was going to go to his place at 6:00 and would come home on Sunday afternoon sometime. So, after my last exam I went home and prepared myself for my weekend with Will. I gave myself a thorough enema and took a long shower washing my hair and scrubbing my body clean. Before I dressed, I inserted my largest butt plug after having lubed myself very well. I had been wearing a plug while going to class and to the store for over a week, so I was quite used to having one in me for extended periods of time. I dried and brushed my hair and, lastly, put on a new yellow and white sundress that I had bought recently.

When I got to Will's house, I was ushered in with a warm hug and kiss. He took my overnight bag and set it down near the hallway and then announced that we were going out to eat. We drove out to a far suburb with Will explaining that it wouldn't do to have me be seen with him outside of a normal school setting.

We went to a Thai place he was familiar with and had a great meal. We talked and laughed like old friends and got to know each other very well. As we drove back to his place I asked him, "Would you mind if I ask a couple of personal questions?" He said it was fine, so I asked, "How come a successful and handsome man like yourself isn't married or in a regular relationship?"

He chuckled and replied, "Actually, I was married once for about two years until I caught her cheating on me with some old boyfriend that she had and, apparently, never got over. I really loved her and was devastated by her duplicity. I guess I haven't got past that hurt yet and have real trust issues."

I looked at him aghast and blurted out, "Oh shit, Will, I'm sorry I dredged up such a bad time in your life. Please forgive me."

"There's nothing to forgive, so don't worry about it. It sounded like you had another question."

After the previous answer, I was a little hesitant but then proceeded to ask, "I was always under the impression that academics weren't all that well paid, so I'm curious to know how you can afford doing this with me?"

This time he laughed and said, "Well Amy, I inherited quite a bit of money from my parents after they died. I found out that my trust fund was one of the reasons my wife married me. She figured we would get married, stay that way for a few years and then she'd dump me for nice payday. But, the court frowned upon serial cheaters and gold diggers, so she was awarded $1.00. So, don't fear because I can definitely afford you!"

I laughed at that comment. He then turned serious and said, "You know, next year you'll be required to come up with a business management and marketing plan for your senior project. So, I was thinking, whether you want to continue being a sex worker or not, you should put together a business plan as if you wanted to do this as a business. I think it would be a lot of fun for you. Don't worry about the subject being too outrageous because in the past there have been plans like space station service stations, under water cafés, aardvark farms and so on. Nobody will suspect that you may be a prostitute."

I laughed and said, "Actually, I have been thinking about putting together a business and marketing plan anyway. I've been thinking about how to deal with large amounts of cash that have been illegally earned and not taxed, how to market myself in case I want to continue doing this, how to pay myself, etc."

He smiled and said, "You are really ahead of the curve. I look forward to reviewing what you come up with. So, shall we return to my place?"

I gave him my sexiest smile and said, "Yes please! I'm anxious to try anal sex with you!" With the mention of anal sex, Will sprung an immediate boner as it tented his shorts. I think he was pretty anxious to get back to his place because he was driving faster now than he did on the way to the restaurant.

When we got back to his place, he immediately pulled me into his arms to kiss and hug me. That lasted a few minutes until I broke away, turned around and asked him to unzip me. He did as I asked and then I let my dress drop to my feet exposing my naked body. I stepped out of the dress pooled at my feet, grabbed my purse and the bottle of lube that I had in there. Next I walked over to his couch, kneeled down on it, looked over my shoulder and said, "Come fuck my ass, Will!" I then laid my head on the back of the couch as I bent over and then reached back to spread my ass cheeks wide apart exposing the glass gem that was showing at my anus.

I looked over my shoulder and saw that Will was just standing there admiring the view, so I asked, "So, what do you think? Do you like the view? By the way, I cleaned myself thoroughly inside and out." I held out the bottle of lube to Will and said, "Come on and be the first man in my ass!"

Will took the bottle and quickly set it down so he could rub his hands all over the globes of my ass. After several minutes, he began playing with the toy in my ass by twisting and pulling it. When he had it at its full thickness, he twisted it and then pushed it back in again. After doing that for a while he began pulling it completely out and then pushing it back in, fucking my ass with the butt plug. I was really enjoying what Will was doing to me, but was anxious for him to fuck me in earnest.

When he finally pulled the plug out for good, he surprised me by planting his face in the crack of my ass and licking around the rim of my anus while it was gaping from the toy play. His warm tongue and hot breath was really working me up. Next he lowered his face and began licking my waxed pussy and clitoris.

By this time it wasn't going to take too long for me to cum, so I begged Will, "FUCK MY ASS, PLEASE WILL! I'M DYING TO HAVE YOUR COCK STRETCH ME OUT!" I could feel him lift away from me and then felt him applying lube to my anus and after a few seconds I felt the pressure as he placed the head of his cock at my asshole and began pushing in. I turned my head in order to see the concentration on his face as he slowly penetrated the last hole I had that hadn't been penetrated by another human being.

I have to confess that I totally enjoyed the process so far and was looking forward to Will pounding my ass. I wasn't going to hurry him though because I couldn't imagine what he was feeling in the snug tunnel of my rectum.

When he had finally managed to get all of his cock in me, he groaned and said, "My god Amy, your ass feels like it's on fire! I don't think I'll be able to last too long because it all feels so good!"

I smiled at him and replied, "That's okay, just do what you can. I'm loving this so far, but now I want you to fuck me!"

Will started slowly, but as I began fucking myself back into him the intensity and rhythm increased dramatically. My tits were flailing away as he pounded into me and after a few seconds I buried four finger in my pussy while I stroked my clit with my thumb. I was really close to cumming when Will cried out, "OH MY GOD, I'M CCCUUUMMMMIING!" Feeling him shooting his cum in my ass felt really interesting.

Will must have taken his little pill because he was still hard and slowly pumping in and out of my ass. I was still working my pussy and had several smaller orgasms. After a short while, Will found his second wind and began hammering my ass harder than ever causing me to cum very hard. He had climbed onto the couch, squatting over me as he push and pulled on my hips. We were both sweating profusely as I felt the droplets rolling down my spine and down my tits.

I lost track of time and have no idea how long Will was pounding my ass. I was impressed by how long and hard he was fucking me. Finally, I could feel the mother of all climaxes building in me and when it hit me it felt like my body was going to explode in ecstasy! I was rendered incoherent for several minutes as my brain was soaked in the total fucking delight that my body was experiencing. It was incredible.

When I became aware of my surroundings again I noticed I was lying on the sofa on my back. I looked up and saw Will sitting at the other end all red faced and breathing heavily with his still hard cock standing tall and proud. I roused myself, sat up and then crawled over to Will. I looked at him and said, "That stuff really works. Would you mind if I sucked on it for a while?" I didn't wait for a reply as I bent my head and began giving him a nice easy blowjob. Easy, because I figured his cock was feeling a bit raw like my asshole was.

After a few moments, Will said, "My god, Amy, you are just fucking amazing!"

I sucked on him for a few minutes and then, after a while, he pulled me off of him. I turned over and lay on my back with my head in his lap enjoying the residual feeling coursing through my body. We were silent except for our breathing for a long time until Will said, "Uh, Amy? Thank you for having anal sex with me. That was a first for me and it greatly exceeded my expectations. You are the most amazing sex partner I have ever had."

I smiled up at him and replied, "Thank you for pushing me to try it. I really loved everything about it. I look forward to doing it many more times. So, what would you say to a shower? I feel like I have five pounds of salt crusting my body."

After showering, we went to the kitchen where we talked about a lot of stuff while we drank some wine he poured for us. He asked how my Mom was doing and I asked about his family. As we finished eating, Will said, "Would you be open to some other customers? Some of my colleagues whom I am close to said I seemed to be walking on clouds and were wondering what was up. So I told them about you in broad terms."

"What exactly did you tell them?"

"Well, I told them how beautiful you are and how great the sex is. I didn't say anything about prices, so you can determine how much you want to charge. All three are real decent guys. Two are about my age and the third is older at around 55 to 60. He's a widower, his wife died a couple of years ago. So, what do you think?"

I pondered things for a few moments and then replied, "Yeah, I think I could do that. But before I do I need to get myself organized and that may take a couple of weeks. When I'm ready I'll give you information to pass along." The rest of the weekend was much less intense with just an occasional bout of sex either oral or vaginal since my anus was pretty raw from the first night.

When the term ended I began working on my 'business'. The first thing I needed to do was to fly to the Cayman Islands, so I closed out my savings account at the credit union and had a certified check made out to me which amounted to about $15,000 plus another $14,000 cash. When I arrived I established my business as WTF? LLC. (Cayman Islands). The WTF stood for 'Want to Fuck?' rather than the more familiar 'what the fuck?'. I thought it summed things up nicely. I arranged for my account at the bank to receive wire transfers from various entities while staying secure. When I arrived home I contacted a woman, Jill, I met during a few of my

classes that was majoring in internet marketing. I told her the nature of my business and that brought a big smile to her face.

"This is going to be fun." Jill said, "I've been hoping I could work on something illicit! How about a barter arrangement for payment? You eat my pussy and I'll maintain your site for free."

I agreed, so she built me a really great website that was very private and required a key code to enter that was based on a number I could give out from an app that Jill turned me on to. I decided to use the name Sadie after I had heard the Beatles tune' Sexy Sadie'. When I had everything arranged to my satisfaction, I went to a printer and had some cards made. They were just basic black letters on white that had in bold letters across the middle 'Want To Fuck?' and in the bottom right hand corner the phone number of the iPhone I bought in the Cayman's and registered to my business.

Once everything was set I went to Will's office to give him some cards to dole out to his friends who were interested in using my services. I explained to him how it all worked and when I finished, he thought I had done an amazing job. I told him to refer to me as Sadie when he told his friends and when he wanted to have sex with me.

On the next Saturday night, I had my date with Jill. She wanted to go clubbing, so I got dolled up for a night of dancing. I took a taxi to the club and didn't have to wait long for Jill to show up. She looked fabulous in a tight, short wrap around dress that clung to her skin like paint. Now, Jill had an interesting body in that she seemed to be absolutely flat chested. She had very light blond hair much like mine and was very petite with a nice ass. She was fucking gorgeous!

When she saw me she smiled brightly and made her way over to me and gave me a hug. I could feel the bullet points of her nipples press against my own tits which just had the thin layer of my own dress covering them. We did the two cheek kiss thing and then made our way over to the entrance to the club. The bouncer at the door checked us out and then invited us to enter.

The heavy bass of the electronic music greeted us as we entered the club. Jill was dancing sexily as we walked in as she held my hand. We found a tall table with a couple of stools, so we staked our claim. The table was on a ledge just above the dance floor. We sat for a while to let our eyes adjust to the dim lighting and watched the folks on the dance floor. After a few minutes a waitress made her way to us. When asked what we wanted, Jill ordered a Coke and I ordered a sparkling water.

When the waitress left, I asked Jill, "You don't drink alcohol?"

She chuckled and said, "Only when I'm home. I got terribly drunk once while at a club and was taken advantage of sexually by several men. Ever since then I don't drink in public because I get totally stupid. I noticed you're not drinking anything either, anything in that?"

"Not really, I just don't like alcohol very much. I'll have an occasional glass of wine while at home, but that's about it."

When our drinks arrived, we took a couple of sips and then went out to the dance floor. Dancing with Jill was a blast! She had great moves and, unlike the few times I danced with men she wasn't trying to fuck me through my clothes. Several boys (and I mean that in the most derogatory way!) tried to insinuate themselves between us, but we shot them down each time.

Just as we were getting ready to leave, two boys decided that we were to be their mates for the night. Neither one of us was interested and told them so, but they wouldn't take no for an answer. We were both grabbed from behind as they ground their penis' into our butts. My guy grabbed handfuls of my tits, so I decided enough was enough.

Now, ever since one of my Mom's john tried to take advantage of me in my bed when I was a kid, I had been working out in a martial arts gym. Even through college I would go in for workouts every Tuesday and Thursday evening. Up to this point I only had to use what I had learned once, so I collected my thoughts, weighed the tools I had at hand and then attacked!

My first strike was to use my stiletto heels as a weapon and stomped my right heel into the instep of the guy holding me. He released me from his grip as he dealt with the pain I had just meted out to his foot. I turned around quickly, punched him in the throat, poked him in his eyes and then buried the pointed toe of my shoe into his balls. As he bent over I rammed his nose with my knee which sent him flying backwards hard onto the floor. As I turned to help Jill, I was surprised to find her copying everything I did to the guy holding her. She was a fast learner!

I noticed our waitress scurrying to us with a large black guy dressed in black, who I assumed was a bouncer. When they arrived, she was relating how she had witnessed the two guys writhing on the floor had grabbed us and was forcing themselves on us. The bouncer asked us if that was the case, so I assured him that everything the waitress said was true. With that he rolled the two onto their bellies and zip tied their wrists behind their backs. Next he had the office call the police.

As we were waiting for the cops to show up, the bouncer, who introduced himself as JJ, said, "By the looks of things I would guess that the two of you have studied some sort of martial arts. May I ask who your trainer is?"

Jill laughed and said, "All I did was copy Amy."

I then looked at Jill and said, "You're a quick learner!"  I then turned to JJ and said, "I've been studying with Guy (pronounced 'ghee' like the Indian butter) Negev for around 5 or 6 years.   He teaches Krav Maga and I have to say it's pretty effective."

After speaking with the police, Jill and I headed out to my place.   As soon as we walked in the door, Jill pulled me in for a hot, passionate kiss.   The two of us made out in the living room for a few minutes until I drug her to my bedroom where I had sex with a woman for the first time.   We did most of the things I had read about like scissoring (or tribbing), fisting and the ever popular 69.

All in all I thoroughly enjoyed my night with Jill.   She was very passionate. Over time we had many more nights like the first one and it was always great!

Several weeks after the term ended, I got contacted by the first of Will's referrals. He was a history professor named John (yeah, I know) and was quite nervous about the whole thing. We spoke on the phone several times until he was feeling comfortable with the process. When his money was registered in my bank account, we arranged for a date to get together.

Because I wanted to avoid any chance that the two of us would be seen together, I suggested that he rent a room in a hotel with room doors in a corridor rather than something where anyone could see us come and go. As I knocked on the door I was wondering how it would go with a complete stranger.

When the door opened, I was welcomed into the room by a middle aged man who was a bit overweight. He was, however, very nice though a bit nervous. The first few moments were a bit awkward until he spoke. "I've never done this before, so I hope you will forgive my nerves."

I chuckled and said, "I'm pretty new to this as well, so we can learn from one another. So, what do you like to do sexually?"

He laughed a bit and said, "To tell you the truth, I don't know. My wife passed away a while back and all we ever did was have sex missionary style. I'd really like to try some new things."

I smiled and replied, "Well, I do have some experience with different things to do. As we move past one thing I'll suggest something new and you can either do it or reject it. Okay?"

He told me that sounded good, so I told him to sit in the easy chair in the room. I began stripping my clothes off slowly. He watched me wide eyed as I dropped my bra and panties. I did a couple of slow spins so he could admire my entire body. When I finally stopped he gaped at me and said, "I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you are"

I thanked him for the compliment and told him to stand so I could help him out of his clothes. As I stripped him he kept apologizing for his less than fit physique. I kept telling him to stop worrying and to enjoy himself. When I got his boxers off I was greeted by a very nice circumcised cock that fell in between Jason and Will in both length and girth.

As I was on my knees, I asked, "Have you ever had a blowjob?" His response was no because his wife would never do something so dirty. So I asked, "Would you like to experience one now?" I was stroking his erection slowly while staring up into his eyes. He was enjoying what I was doing and seemed to be at a loss for words, so he just nodded.

I smiled up at him and began working him into my mouth. If his eyes were wide while I stroked him, they were now officially like saucers. As I worked him deeper and deeper into my mouth as his moans and groans got louder and louder. He was lasting longer than I expected and after around 10 minutes or so he began indicating that he was going to cum. I held his ass preventing him from pulling out and when he exploded into my mouth I swallowed his ejaculate.

He seemed pretty weak kneed when I let him go. He looked as though he wanted to sit back in the chair he had been earlier, but I stood and said, "Oh, we aren't close to being done yet. You are going to reciprocate now and eat my pussy. I'm going to lay back on the bed and you're going to crawl up between my legs and use your tongue on me. Don't worry I'll tell you what to do."

He wasn't too sure about going down on me, but he started getting into it rather well with my instruction and encouragement. He managed to get me off a couple of times, so I told him that I wanted to fuck him. I told him to lay back and I'd take care of him. He did as I told him and then I straddled him and sank down on his revitalized cock.

As with most guys, he lasted much longer the second time around. I rode him hard and, for the most part, used him for my own satisfaction. After another couple of nice orgasms, I climbed off of him, got on my hands and knees and told him to fuck me doggy style. When he finally came again our time was about up, so as I got dressed I asked him, "So, how did you like branching out? Did I meet your expectations?"

He chuckled and said, "Sadie, you exceeded my expectations and you should know I'll be using your services again in the future!" And use me he did, many more times that summer until he met a woman, fell in love and remarried.

The second of Will's referrals was the polar opposite of John. Apparently he made frequent use of prostitutes and was pretty rough with me. I kind of expected the bulk of my clients would be assertive and aggressive, so I wasn't surprised. Actually, I discovered I liked being manhandled quite a bit and loved being rough fucked and spanked. Geoffrey used me hard, fucking me nonstop on our date. He took particular joy in pounding my ass while slapping my ass and tits really hard leaving nice red hand prints on my delicate flesh. He also became a regular during that summer.

Probably the weirdest encounter I had was with the Provost of the University. Will set up a meeting with the man at his place because the Provost wanted to make a special request of me. My initial thought was that he wanted to use my services and wanted to make sure the knowledge of our liaison was limited to the three of us. However the true nature of our meeting surprised me.

After introductions (Will used my nom de guerre, Sadie) I was invited to sit down and was given a glass of wine. After preliminary chit chat, the Provost said, "Sadie, the University would like to hire your services for a special project. We have been cultivating a potential donor to the school for some time, but have yet get him to agree to a donation. He is coming to town two weeks after the term starts and we'd like to have you act as his escort for the three days he is here. We would like you to use your magic to convince him that our school would be a worthwhile investment for his philanthropy."

I don't know what I expected, but what I heard wasn't it. I thought for a second and then asked, "So, in essence you want to hire me so you can pimp me out to some prospective donor, right?"

Will chuckled and said, "For all intents and purposes, yes."

I thought for a second and then said, "I see. So, who is this person you are trying to impress?"

"He's Wilson Peterson," the Provost stated.

"The richest man in the country, Wilson Peterson?"

"The same," replied Will.

"Wow! Well, what are my services worth to you?" I asked.

Will looked at the Provost who nodded quickly and then turned to me and said, "We've discussed this and since this client won't be one you chose we've decided to pay you double your normal rate, we will pay for your tuition and books for your senior year and we will pay you a 10% bonus if he gives a substantial donation to the University. So, what do you think?"

I thought things over for a second and then decided, what the hell. "Actually, I'm on a full ride scholarship."

The Provost thought for a second and then said, "Okay, we'll pay triple your normal rate."

"Okay, I can do that. When is he due to arrive again?"

"About two weeks after the term starts," the Provost said. "He'll be here starting on Friday the 10th and will depart Monday morning. You will give him a tour of campus and then attend a dinner on Friday night, the football game on Saturday afternoon and Sunday will be in meetings with the President of the college and myself. You'll be expected to attend all functions with him and, we hope, you'll talk up the school as much as possible. Okay?"

I smiled and said, "That's fine with me. I'll do my best to get him to see reason. I'll look for your deposit into my account."

Our meeting broke up and I returned home. I had been contemplating some changes to my grooming and birth control regimens, so I made a call to the salon I had been using and made an appointment for laser hair removal of my pubes and to have my hair cut pretty short. I also made an appointment with an OB/GYN for a regular check up and to see about getting an IUD. I got lucky and had an appointment with the OB/GYN the next day and one for the salon on the following day.

Once that was all done, I decided to do some research on Wilson Peterson, the richest man in the US. After a couple of hours and several web sites, I discovered that he was a whiz kid in the world of computers and had founded a software company that had developed the first really useful artificial intelligence program. Variations of his program were being used by the US government and military and quite a few Fortune 500 companies.

He was also quite young at 30 years old and quite handsome in a non-nerdish way, which caused a lot of speculation regarding his love life. After all, a super rich and good looking man should have a trophy wife or at least a bevy of women chasing after him. However, he seemed to be unshackled at the moment and seemed quite happy with the status quo.

I decided to take some time off before my weekend with Wilson Peterson. I spent a lot of time indulging in things I rarely had time for like going to museums and to the movies. Once school started back up, I was back to my study routine with clients only from Friday evening to Sunday afternoon.

I also got started on my senior project for my majors. I had, pretty much, accomplished all of the things I had listed earlier when I first started my business and to date everything was working great. The one thing that needed work was the marketing side of things. I guessed that for a project almost anything would do, but for an actual illegal business I really hadn't come up with anything plausible.

Finally, the Friday of Wilson Peterson had arrived. He was due to arrive in town at 10am on his private plane at the airport. I was picked up by the Provost in a limo and driven to the airport to greet our VIP guest. I was surprised to see that his plane was a big commercial sized Jet, a 787 I thought. Once the plane was parked, a set of steps emerged from the side and then the door was opened.

After several minutes, a tall lanky man emerged and smiled down on us as he disembarked from the plane. The Provost and I made our way to the bottom of the steps where Wilson met us and shook hands with the Provost who introduced himself. After they spoke for several seconds, Wilson turned his attention to me, so I said, "Hello Mr. Peterson, I'm Sadie Baker and I'll be your student escort while you are here." I stuck out my hand to shake which he took. I expected his hand to be fairly soft since he was a computer guy, but was surprised to feel the callouses of a man who did physical work with his hands.

When we let go, he said with a smile, "Nice to meet you Sadie. I hope nobody forced you to have to put up with me. I'm afraid I can be pretty damn boring at times."

I laughed and said, "I don't mind boring because I can be pretty damn boring myself, since most of what I do is study. I want to maintain my 4.0 grade point average."

"Oh, what's your major?"

"My major is business management with a minor in marketing."

"Do you find the world of business interesting?"

"If you mean the corporate world, not really. I'm more interested in small business. As a matter of fact, I've started my own business recently."

At this moment, the Provost cleared is throat loudly and gave me a look that said, 'This isn't the time!' So, I changed the conversation back on our guest and said, "Speaking of business, yours is thriving, obviously. Are you happy with the way things have turned out?"

Wilson chuckled and said, "Well, yes and no. I'm very happy with how our program has worked out and I'm quite happy with the money we've made, but I'm saddened that I don't get to do as much programming as I did before this thing took off. No offense, but I don't really enjoy doing stuff like this. I understand your motivations and I'll listen to your proposals, but these things do get tedious."

The Provost replied, "I'm sorry for putting you through this and we'll try to keep the tediousness down as much as possible. Tonight will be the worst of it as you'll be dining with the President, the Chancellor, several department heads, myself and, of course Miss Baker. Tomorrow, Miss Baker will take you to a football game. We are playing our primary rival and both teams are rather good this year, so I think you'll see a terrific game. Prior to the game, Miss Baker will give you a tour of campus. I hope you don't find your weekend too boring.

By this time we had arrived at the hotel the University was putting Mr. Peterson up in and had escorted him to his suite.

After several minutes the Provost said, "I need to get back to my office, so I'll leave you in the capable hands of Miss Baker. Sadie may I speak to you for a moment in the hallway?"

He stood to leave, so I followed him out into the hallway. "I'll trust you to show him a good time. If you can, please stress the need for a computer tech center." I told him I would do my best and then returned to the room.

I found our guest nosing around the suite the University had arranged for him. He looked up and smiled at me as I reentered the lounge area. "Why don't we sit down and talk. I'm curious about you." I did as he asked and sat on the sofa while he pulled a chair around to face me across a coffee table. He asked me if I wanted anything to drink, so I told him water would be nice.

He grabbed a couple of bottles of water and handed me one as he sat down. "So, how did you get roped into babysitting me? Usually, I get saddled with a good looking cheerleader who is all 'rah, rah' and speaks incessantly about why I should give their school 'oodles of money'. You don't seem to fit the usual mold. You are very attractive, don't get me wrong, but something seems a little off.

"Also, I caught that look the Provost gave you as you were talking about starting your own business. So, tell me about your self and what's really going on."

I thought for a second and then asked, "Do you want the whole truth, or should I gloss things over a bit?"

"I like total honesty," he said. "I demand it from my employees and I like to be truthful when I deal with others. I will always be honest with you as well."

I gave him my whole story and I have to give him credit because he listened intently and only interrupted me to clarify something for him. I finished my tale with, "So, I was asked to do this in order for me to entice you with my company and sex. I honestly don't mind doing this because this school has done a lot for me and, well, I'm getting well paid. I know this puts you in an awkward position, so if you want me to leave, I will."

He stared at me for a few seconds and then his face broke out into a wide smile as he said, "That's a pretty ballsy move for your school. Places have used prostitutes to lure me in the past, but never a college and never with a student of that college. So, I gather your 'small business' is your, um, your sex trade?"

I smiled at his effort not to embarrass me as I said, "Yeah. I think I have arranged things so that I'm pretty safe from legal action."

"Really, how does that work?"

"Well, so far I've been marketed by word of mouth. The client is given the web address and is referred to a calendar with available dates, I mark that in my calendar and then get back to the person asking if it's just a one evening or a whole weekend. When we've settled on dates and times, the client is then given an account number in which to wire transfer the agreed upon price.

"The company that holds the account then pays me a salary that has all of the appropriate taxes withheld. I live pretty frugally, so I have managed to save a good deal. I've made good money off of this weekend, to be honest. Any other questions?"

"Wow," Wilson said. "Yeah, I have a couple. So, how often do you ply your trade and what time are we supposed to attend this dinner?"

I laughed and said, "We have to be at the President's house in an hour and a half. As to how often to I perform my services, well that depends on the time of the year. While school is in session I will only work on weekends. During holidays and summer breaks I'm open for business every day. Though in truth, my client base is pretty meager right now, so I don't have clients every weekend nor was I that busy during the summer. I figure that once I've graduated I can concentrate on developing a better marketing plan and work on expanding my client base."

"Do you like doing this?"

I smiled and said, "I really do. I love having sex without too many attachments and on my terms. I think I do an excellent job satisfying my clients, plus I get a lot of satisfaction as well. Perhaps when we return after dinner I can satisfy you. Perhaps you can live out a fantasy or two because I'm open to most everything."

I was surprised to Wilson blush as he said, "We'll see. So, how dressed up do I need to be for tonight's soiree? As you can see, I'm very casual in my dress."

"I'd say you can dress however you want to since you don't need their approval. I'd say you're dressed fine. I should probably change into something a bit sexier so they think they're getting their moneys worth out of me."

"Great, do you need to pop home first?"

"No, I have a bag here since I'm spending the next three nights with you."

The look of surprise on Wilson's face was funny as he asked, "How did you get a bag here? I didn't see you with one."

I laughed and said, "The Provost had someone bring it earlier. So, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to change. By the way the President's house is only a couple of blocks away so we can walk."

I changed into a nice skirt with a thin silk blouse that let the world know that I was braless and then the two of us walked over to the President's house. It was a nice warm evening as we walked and chatted. At one point Wilson asked, "So, schools usually want something in particular, do you know what this one is after?"

"As a matter of fact I do. When the Provost asked to talk to me in the hall, he asked me to stress to you how much they want a new computer tech center. So I'm guessing that means a building and everything that would go with that."

Wilson stopped and asked, "Is that all?"

"Yeah, to my knowledge. I'm sure they'll have a few other items on their agenda during dinner tonight."

When we arrived, Wilson and I were introduced to the President and several deans of various colleges. During drinks after small talk with Wilson, the President turned his attention to me. "So, Miss Baker, what are you studying and what year are you?"

I answered his questions and several more. He then thanked me for looking after Mr. Peterson during his visit and I responded that it was my pleasure. I wasn't sure if he knew about how the Provost had arranged things and I was sure that I didn't want to be the one to share that information, so I kept my answers short and sweet.

As we ate, the subject of donations came up and surprisingly it was Wilson who started things. "Ms. Baker has informed me that the University would like me to fund an IT center with all of the fixings. Well, gentlemen and lady, I think I would like to do that. Computers are not only our present but our future as the field develops more and more. So, why don't you draw up your plans, costs, etc. and forward them to my office. Since I'm a businessman on top of everything else, I'd also like to make a donation towards your business school because Ms. Baker has shown me that that program must be good and should continue to be."

After the dinner, Wilson and I walked back to his hotel and talked about what had transpired during the dinner. I thanked him for his donations he was making to the school and told him how shocked I was that he cited me for a donation to the business college. He smiled at me and said, "Amy," I had told him my real name when we talked earlier in an effort to be as truthful as possible. "I've enjoyed your company and your honesty, so the additional donation was my pleasure."

When we arrived at his suite it was about 9pm, I could see that he was a bit nervous. He fished around in the little refrigerator and asked if I would like something to drink, so I replied, "If there's some white wine, I'd like that." He pulled out a small bottle and poured the contents into a glass for me while grabbing a beer for himself. We both settled down on his couch as we sipped our beverages.

After a while, Wilson said, "Uh, am I expected to use your services? To tell you the truth, I'm a little nervous because I'm not too experienced sex wise. It's part and parcel with being a computer nerd. While in school, women weren't too interested in me, but now that I'm rich I seem to be the catch of the day."

I chuckled and said, "Well, not all women are gold diggers, so I'm sure you'll find a partner to your liking one of these days. As for sex with me, well, it's up to you. I'm not going to force you into anything that you don't want to do. So, while you sit and ponder what you would like, I'd like to take a shower and wash the day off of me."

I stood up and went into the bedroom, fetched my shower bag and then took a nice hot shower. When I finished, I dried my hair, put on a pair of stiletto heels and then sauntered naked out into the living area. Wilson was doing something on his phone before he noticed I had returned to the room.

The look on his face when he saw me was very funny and I had to stop myself from laughing. His eyes went wide, his mouth dropped open and a sound like 'uuuhhhhhhhhh' emanated from it.

I walked towards him but stopped about 10 feet away as I watched his eyes take all of me in. Next I turned slowly so he could see all of me and when I stopped facing him again I asked, "So, do you like what you see?"

He stared a bit longer and then stuttered, "Uh, yeah, uh, Amy, I, uh, am speechless. I have never, uh, seen a sight as, uh lovely as, uh, you are."

I smiled and said, "Thank you, that is very nice. So, how about we start off slowly and just make out for a while? If you feel like doing more, then we will. If not, well, that's fine too."

Wilson was sitting in an armless chair, so I straddled him and sat down on his lap. I looked him in the eyes and noticed that he was very nervous, so I said, "There's no need to be nervous Wilson, all we are going to do is kiss a bit. I can assure you I'm a pretty good kisser." I leaned down and gave him some light pecks on his lips which morphed into a deeper kiss.

After a few minutes Wilson began to really get into it and it turned out he was a really good kisser, much like Jason had been years ago. As Wilson and I continued to make out, he began stroking my back, rubbing my ass and, eventually, rubbing my tits. I could feel his erection through his pants, so I began rubbing my crotch over him.

Finally, I said, "Let's go to the bedroom. I think we'll be much more comfortable there." He agreed, so I stood, took his hand to help him stand and then led him into one of the bedrooms. I helped him out of his clothes and was very impressed when I saw his engorged cock. I got on the bed and lay down and invited Wilson to lay next to me. We resumed our make out session as we lay together.

I reached down and took his erection in my hand and stroked it for a moment and then decided it was time to take things to the next step. I began kissing my way down his torso until I could take his hard cock into my mouth. I licked him up and down his length and kissed the head for a few moments. When I took him deep into my mouth, Wilson made a sound like he had just jumped into freezing water and then cried out, "OH MY GOD, AMY!"

I began giving him one of my best blow jobs causing him to twist and turn as the sensations were overwhelming him. It didn't take too long before he cried out that he was going to cum and then let loose with a torrent into my welcoming mouth. Again I was reminded of Jason because of the shear amount of cum he pumped into my mouth. I swallowed it all and then climbed back up Wilsons body and gave him a kiss.

"So, are you okay?" I asked. "You seemed to have liked that."

Wilson laughed and said, "I thoroughly liked that. I think I can die happily now."

I laughed and said, "But we aren't done yet. It's time to put your mouth to work on me!"

Wilson didn't hesitate and dove between my legs and gave me his best effort... he had a lot to learn. Anyway, I asked him if he was hard again and when he said he was I told him to fuck me. Again there was no hesitation as he slipped into me easily and began humping into me slowly. It was nice having sex in an easy manner for a change. I did, finally, manage to cum shortly before Wilson did. All in all I'd say that he was a successful seduction.

As we were falling asleep, with Wilson spooned into me, he said, "Thank you for a wonderful evening."

I smiled to myself and replied, "It was my pleasure, believe me."

The next morning after breakfast he and I walked around the campus as was part of the itinerary set for me. He was curious about several of the science buildings and the business school, so we went into each one. We walked through the stadium parking lot and enjoyed the antics of some of the tailgaters before the big game.

We had tickets on the 50 yard line about halfway up the stands. Most of the people around us were older alumni who had season tickets. We were a curiosity because the usual users of our seats were the Athletic Director and his wife. Wilson easily engaged everyone in conversation and managed to befriend them all. Our team managed to squeak out a last second win with a very long field goal causing the student section to stream out onto the field and the older alumni around us congratulate themselves, something that seemed really odd to me.

On Sunday Wilson was invited to a luncheon with the Chancellor, the Provost, the President and the Dean of Students along with some department heads. I felt really out of place with all of these important people, but Wilson seemed in his element as he carried on conversations with all of them. They were thanking him profusely for his substantial donation to the school and at one point the Chancellor said they would name the IT building after him.

When he heard that, Wilson said, "Please don't, I just gave some money. The building should be named after the most outstanding professor of the discipline or your most famous student to come from there.

That night Wilson and I had sex again several times. When he decided we were done, he looked me in the eye and said, "Having sex with you has been wonderful because there was no pressure and no fear of a gold digger trying to get to me. So, I was wondering if you'd consider this proposal; I'd like to put you on retainer for times when I have to travel extensively. You will need a passport because I'll be going to Europe, specifically Germany, France, Italy and the UK around Christmas time. I'll schedule things around your winter break. Next spring I will need to go to Japan, Korea, Singapore and Australia for around three to four weeks. Your official title will be Personal Assistant/Consultant. The retainer will be for $1 million and I'll pay you $10,000 per day when we are on the road. How does that sound?"

I sat up in bed and did some quick calculations in my head and said, "Holy shit! If the Europe trip lasts say, three weeks and with a month in Asia and the retainer, that will come to over $2.4 million!"

Wilson laughed and said, "You know I am good for it. Just think it over."

I giggled (something I rarely do) and said, "I'll definitely do that. So may I ask you a question?" He said fire away, so I asked, "Why me? I'm sure there are more qualified business people other than me and a guy with your money can get laid at the drop of a hat!"

He thought for a couple of seconds then said, "Mostly because I like you. You performed your function professionally as far as inducing me to donate to your school, so completed the task the school set for you. You gave me the option to have sex or not with you and I'm very happy I did, to tell the truth. But what really impressed me was when we went to that first dinner you just told me to be myself because I didn't need anything from them, so I was in the drivers seat, so to speak.

"I know I'm not very good with people, but I have seen that you are and I think you would be a terrific asset while I'm having to negotiate with others. Does that answer your question?"

"Yes it does. May I ask another?" He nodded so I asked, "Why so much money?"

He laughed and said, "Two reasons. First, it needed to be enough to get your attention and second, despite how good you are or how clever you think you have been, yours is a very risky business legally and physically. I wanted to give you enough money so you don't have to prostitute yourself anymore."

I didn't know what to think. If I took him up on his offer, then what would I do with myself once I finished school? I suppose I could go to grad school and get an MBA, but to what end. I had never really thought of any career outside of being a prostitute. I liked doing what I was doing, but he was right in that there were risks. I was confident I could look after myself physically, but the legality thing was always there. Hmmm....

"Okay, say I take you up on your offer, is it only good while I'm in school?"

"No, I'd like to make it a permanent position. Have you considered getting your MBA?"

I chuckled and replied, "Yeah, about 2 minutes ago. I was trying to decide what I would do with myself if I terminated my business."

"Ah, okay. So, how about this, while you're in school the terms I mentioned earlier stay in effect. I'll only schedule trips during breaks and the summer. Once you've finished school, I would hire you in a permanent position at, let's say, $500,000 per year. The only caveat is that you go to grad school near where I live in California. I'm sure you could get accepted at Stanford based on your grades and the references you'll receive from me and the provost here, and I'll pay for it."

There was no way I could refuse his offer. Getting a degree from Stanford would be great if working with Wilson didn't pan out. The only other thing that was an issue was my Mom sitting in prison, but I was sure I could figure something out with her. Having decided to take his offer, I said, "Okay Wilson, we have a deal, when do I start?"

He smiled and said, "How about tomorrow afternoon? I'll have my lawyer draw up a contract for us and when we have both signed I'll transfer a million bucks into your Cayman account you told me about. Sound good?"

I settled back down on the bed and hugged Wilson saying, "I like you too! Ooh, another question... do I still get to sleep with the boss?"

He chuckled and said, "If you want to. I suggest we make that a gentleman and ladies agreement and not put it into the contract."

I smiled and said, "Since it will be a gentleman and ladies agreement, let's kiss on it." Wilson pulled me to him and kissed me lovingly for several minutes. When we broke the kiss and settled in to sleep, I thought to myself that I was really going to like my new job.

I called Jill and told her I needed her help to take down my website, so we arranged to meet at my place. When she arrived she asked why the site needed to come down, so I told her, "I have a real job now so I won't be needing it."

She looked sad and said, "Damn, I'm going to miss your payments to me!"

I laughed and said, "Well, why don't we just become friends with benefits. Half the time I called you for stuff was so we could have sex together."

Jill laughed and said, "Well, I will have to charge you for taking the site down, so do want to go clubbing again? That first time was a blast!"

I told my clients, including Will, that my days as a working girl were over. When I told them the circumstances of my decision they all said they understood. Will then told me, "It was wonderful while it lasted." I told him that I was probably going to go to grad school at Stanford and he offered to write me a glowing reference as my former advisor.

It was kind of funny that here I was in my last year and my social life had reverted back to how it was when I was a freshman. When I would get really horny, I would call Jill and have some fun with her. I did miss cock though.

I was really looking forward to winter break because I would be going to Europe with Wilson on some business. Since it was winter, I was going to need some business attire that was warm, so I went shopping and bought some outfits that were interchangeable, blouses, some sexy underwear for Wilson's benefit, nice boots and a nice cashmere overcoat that I could wrap myself in.

Wilson had arranged for us to leave my local airport a couple of hours after my last final, I went home, took a shower, changed clothes and then called a cab to run me to the airport. When I arrived I saw his familiar jet on the tarmac and as I entered the small terminal where the private planes left from I was immediately met by Wilson and wrapped up in a bear hug. When he let me go he looked at me and said, "You know, you look more beautiful than I remember!" He kissed my cheek, grabbed my suitcase and then led me out to his plane.

I had never been on a flight before, but I had seen pictures of airline seats that looked perversely uncomfortable and jammed together. Wilson's cabin looked more like a living room towards the front of the plane. As I stood and gaped he introduced me to the pilots and the flight attendant then offered to show me around.

As I had learned before, his plane was a Boeing 787 that was customized to his specifications. There was a meeting room in the area between the wings and in the back were two bedrooms. He told me the bedrooms were a godsend on very long trips to Australia and Asia.

As we went back forward he said, "I have a treat for you, we will be able to sit in the cockpit during take off and landing. The whole process is pretty interesting to watch."

Once the plane was fueled and the Captain was satisfied that everything was as it should be, Wilson and I were seated in the cockpit behind the pilots. Our seats were elevated enough so that we could see as the pilots flipped switches and spun knobs. Once the engines were running, we taxied out to the runway. As we were about to start rolling the Captain said, "We will need the two of you maintain silence until we tell you it is okay to talk."

The Captain pushed the throttles ahead in two stages causing the engines to roar behind us. We began picking up speed quickly as we rolled down the runway. An automated voice startled me when it said how fast we were going and finally it said, 'V1'. At V1 the Captain said, "Rotate" and then pulled back on the steering wheel. The nose immediately rose up in the air as we soared up into the sky! Finally the co-pilot turned to us and said, "You can both talk now."

Wilson turned to me and said, "What did you think?"

I laughed and said, "That was so cool! I can't wait until we land!"

The flight attendant served us a very nice meal as we sat and talked. We caught up with what we were both up to. I told him that I gave up my business and had just been concentrating on my studies and that I only had sex with the woman who put my website together.

Wilson looked at me and said, "No guys? You know, I'm not holding you to be exclusive or anything, so, you know, you don't have to stay chaste for my benefit."

I laughed and said, "It isn't because of you to be honest. I have only had sex with one man that wasn't a client and that was the only boyfriend I have ever had back in high school. He was a nerd like you and was great. We took each other's virginity on our prom night. I know, pretty sappy. He went off to college at MIT and I stayed home and went to State and after a while we lost touch with one another. I often wonder how he is and if he even remembers me."

Wilson smiled took my hand and said, "You, Amy, are unforgettable. I'm sure he often wonders what could have been."

I squeezed his hand and said, "You're sweet. I think I'm going to lay this chair back and take a nap, if that's alright."

"You know, you can snooze in one of the bedrooms if you want."

"Nah, too much trouble. This will be fine."

Next thing I knew I felt something gently rubbing my cheek and thought I must have a lover with me. When I opened my eyes, I saw Wilson looking down on me smiling. He then said, "You should probably wake up now so you can have some breakfast. We're about an hour from landing and it may be some time before we have another chance to eat."

"How long did I sleep?"

He chuckled and said, "A bit over five hours. It's probably good because we'll have a busy day once we arrive in Frankfurt."

Sitting in the cockpit during landing was even more fun. The Captain and first officer went over checklists and as we got closer to landing the plane started telling them how close to the ground we were. When we landed we were directed to what they called an FBO where all of the private planes were kept.

Once we arrived and had gone through immigrations, we were picked up by a limo and were driven to Heidelberg where Wilson had some meetings at the university there. We were taken to the Hotel Europäischer Hof and as he checked in Wilson asked me if I wanted a separate room. I chuckled and asked him, "How would we be able to fuck?" He blushed then smiled as he turned to the man behind the desk and said a bunch of stuff in German. Moments later a bellman swept in, grabbed our bags and led us to the elevator and up to our room.

I had been in what I thought were pretty nice rooms when I was with clients back home, but in comparison to this room they were little more than hovels. Once Wilson had sent the bellman on his way, he turned to me and said, "Why don't you take a quick shower to freshen up and change clothes. We have about an hour before my first appointment."

"Let's save some time and shower together," I said. "I promise to behave myself."

Wilson laughed and replied, "It's me I don't trust!"

"Oh come on, we'll be quick."

I guess it didn't take much to wear him down because he agreed. The shower stall was nice and big as we took a quick shower without any playtime. The longest part was my having to dry my hair, which was pretty short, so didn't take that much time at all. When we were dressed and ready to go, I said, "See, if you keep your mind on the task at hand you can accomplish so much."

He laughed and said, "Hmmmm, I'll keep that in mind for later on. Now put on your coat because we're walking!"

It was a short walk to the school and apparently Wilson knew where he was going because we went into a building and directly to a lab. When we entered he was greeted by several men as they shook hands. Next I was introduced to everyone, "Gentlemen, this is Amy Miller my personal assistant. She doesn't speak German so I may have to translate for her."

The gentleman who seemed to be in charge smiled at me and said, we all speak English, so we can speak it as we conduct our business. I sat and listened to the discussion for a while before I figured out what the issue was. When we took a break I said to Wilson, "You know what you should be doing? Instead of going through these talks every time you have an upgrade, why don't you license out your program like the software giants do with their programs? You can charge X amount monthly which would include customer service and upgrades. You could build in a subroutine that you can initiate when a company discontinues payment which would leave your program unusable until you receive payment again. Maybe even have a comment section where your customers can request special changes, or something like that."

Wilson stared at me for a few moments then smiled and said, "Wow, why didn't I think about that? That's brilliant Amy. I could make it a little cheaper since I wouldn't need to fly over here all of the time to renegotiate things like we are now. Let me run this past these guys and see what they think."

Wilson proposed my idea to our German friends while slinging some numbers around. He also said by doing this we could make upgrades much easier. They talked things over in German for several minutes as they weighed, I assumed, the pros and cons of my idea. Apparently the money savings appealed to them so their main guy said, "Wilson, we like this idea very much. When would it start?"

He laughed and said, "I'm not sure to be honest. Amy just gave me her idea, so we will have to work out some programming changes and get back to you."

As we drove to our hotel, Wilson was busy on his laptop typing away. When we got to our room he continued working on his laptop. It looked as though he was going to be busy for a while, so I interrupted him for a moment and told him I was going to go for a walk and would be back in a while. He apologized for ignoring me, but I told him I understood.

I enjoyed walking around Heidelberg looking at the old buildings and taking in all of the aromas that were different from home. I popped into a small restaurant for some lunch and had some sort of pork on a bone, some potatoes and red cabbage. The meal was quite good and I left well sated. I walked up to the old castle and noodled around there for a while before heading back down to the old town.

I did some shopping and bought a little smoking man from a shop and bought a boiled wool jankerl. It was quite heavy and had buttons made from deer antlers. I decided to see how warm it would be, so I wore it out of the shop and put my other coat in the shops bag. I was also talked into a hat to go along with it. As I continued shopping I discovered that my new purchases kept me quite warm and comfortable. I even liked the dark green color.

When I returned to the hotel, I discovered that Wilson was still working away. I set my bags down and as he looked up he smiled and said, "German style suits you very much. You look like a native born German. By the way, I'm sorry for ignoring you, but I loved your idea as did our hosts so I wanted to contact my programming director and get him working on your idea immediately. So, what did you see during your walk beside the insides of shops?"

"I walked around the town a bit just getting my bearings and then went and had lunch which was very good. I then walked to the castle on the hill and walked around that for a while. Then I came back down into town and went shopping. That's about it. What did you do while I was gone?"

He chuckled and said, "I implemented your idea."

I laughed and asked, "Is that all? I thought by now you would have created a whole new program!"

We laughed together as we decided what we wanted to do for dinner. We decided on having room service bring us dinner, so we caught up some more while we ate. After dinner Wilson rolled our trolley out into the hall and while he was doing that I was thinking about asking him for some sex. I didn't think he would broach the subject so I was trying to figure out how to convey my thoughts. However, just before I was going to ask, Wilson surprised me as he asked, "Would I be asking too much if we could, uh, you know, have sex together? I don't want you to think you are obligated or anything. It's just that, well, I, uh, really like you and what we did at your college really left an impression and, oh god, I'm rambling now, sorry."

I stood up, walked over to him and kissed him with all of the passion I could. After a few seconds I felt him relax in my arms as he got into the kiss. When I pulled back, I looked him in the eyes and said, "Believe it or not, I was trying to figure out how to ask you the same thing, so yeah, I would love to have sex with you."

He led me to the bed as we stripped our clothes off. When naked we lay in the bed making out for a good long time. He was so much calmer with me this time as we enjoyed each other's bodies. I hadn't had sex with a man since I was last with Wilson making me anxious to have him in me as soon as possible, so we forgot having oral and jumped into the main event. He was on top and was languidly pumping in and out of me with long strokes. It felt so good that I didn't feel the need to quicken his pace.

After quite a while I could feel my orgasm build. "Wilson, I'm going to cum soon, cum with me!" He smiled down on me as he continued his long slow strokes. When I climaxed, it wasn't anything earth shattering, but filled me with warmth and, as I thought about it, love for this man. Wilson orgasmed shortly after I did and collapsed on top of me. I held him to me tightly for several minutes before I let him roll off me. Once he collected himself he said, "You are so wonderful, Amy." I smiled at him, turned over on my side and said, hold me while we sleep.

In the morning we showered, dressed and went down to the breakfast room for frühstück. Breakfast there was completely different to anything I had ever had before. There were these wonderful bread rolls which were very crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. There were different cold cuts, cheeses, muesli, soft boiled eggs, yoghurt and the best coffee I had ever had. I decided to try everything and loved it all.

Following breakfast we went to Stuttgart via train for talks with people at Porsche and then an afternoon train to Munich. We stayed in another 5-star hotel over night and then met with representatives BMW in the morning. Through all of these talks, Wilson told them of our new way to deal with upgrades which were met with enthusiasm.

As we lay in bed, Wilson asked, "How about a little holiday time? Salzburg isn't too far away and is very lovely with lots of old buildings and Mozart. After that we can go to Vienna for a couple of days. What do you think?"

It sounded like fun, so I told him 'Let's do it!' Salzburg was a lot of fun. It was snowing heavily as we walked through the old town. I loved how the businesses all had wrought iron signs advertising their shops, even the McDonalds had one. We hiked up the hill and toured the castle up there before having lunch at a brewery on the hillside. That evening we attended a concert of the Salzburg Camerata.

The next day we took the long train trip to Vienna. We toured the Hof, which was the seat of the Hapsburg's empire, went to Schönbrunn Palace and went to several cafes and had, my favorite, apple strudel and wonderful coffee. After a couple of days in Vienna we took the train to Prague where Wilson had more meetings.

During the course of our travels we were staying in the very best hotels where we had sex every night. The two of us got more and more comfortable with each other sexually and Wilson got comfortable enough to ask for things he wanted to do in bed. On our last night before flying home we were in Cologne. We had finished dinner and were in our room watching CNN on TV. I got up off of the couch and said that I'd be back in a few minutes.

I went into the toilet and gave myself an enema because I was going to broach the subject of anal sex with Wilson. Once finished I walked back into lounge naked, cleared my throat and got Wilson's attention. He looked at me with a smile, so I said, "I'd like to do something different tonight, I'd like you to fuck my ass."

The look on his face reminded me of the first night we spent together as he sputtered, "Um, really? You like to do that?"

I smiled back and said, "Yeah, I really do. I love anal sex and miss it, so I thought that maybe you'd like to try it too."

He still looked like a deer in the headlights as he said, "Oh, okay. I have never done that before."

I chuckled and said, "I know, that's why I asked. So why don't you get naked and let's get into bed."

As we lay in bed, I told Wilson how things would work as I handed him a tube of lubricant. When we were ready, he followed my instructions perfectly having lubed my ass and his cock. I had decided that I wanted to do it missionary, so I was laying on the edge of the bed while he stood on the floor. He seemed a bit nervous, so I told him to relax and just have sex with me like normal.

Wilson slowly worked his cock into my little star. He was really gentle and kept checking that I was alright. When he was all of the way in we grinned at each other and then I told him to start fucking me. He was sliding in and out of me with long deep strokes which felt wonderful. When I told him to fuck me harder he obliged me but in a different way than I expected. He would pull back slowly and then ram into me hard. It felt so good I began frigging myself.

As I looked up into his face I loved the look of concentration, lust and, I think, love. It didn't take me long to have a monster climax and then Wilson came shortly after I did. I smiled as I took in his visage as he came, with his face red and the cords of his neck sticking out. When he had finished he smiled and said, "You keep amazing me Amy!" We crawled into the middle of the bed as we held each other.

I have to confess that I was falling in love with this man but I was afraid to say anything because I didn't want him to think I was another gold digger, so I kept my feelings to myself, especially since we were returning home the next day.

As we touched down at my home airport I fought showing my sadness and stayed upbeat. He kissed me tenderly and looked as if he wanted to say something but then just said, "I'll see you in a couple of months. Thanks for coming with me. I'll miss your company."

"I'll miss you too. You know you can call me at anytime."

I had a couple of days before classes started up again, so I drove out to the prison to see my Mom. I sent her post cards from all of the places we had stayed, so as we sat together we talked about my trip. Finally, I said, "Mom, I need some motherly advice." I proceeded to tell her about my time as a prostitute and about Wilson. "Mom, I'm in love with him but I'm afraid to say anything. What should I do?"

My Mom pulled me into a crushing hug and said, "Oh Amy, I'm sure he's in love with you too. How can he not be? Listen to your heart because it will tell you what to do." For the rest of my visit we held each other close.

I was in my last semester at State. I put together my business and marketing plan for my majors. It was well received garnering me an A. I had applied to Stanford's MBA program and got exceptional references from Wilson, Will, The Chancellor of the University and the Provost.

At spring break I was once again on Wilson's jet as we headed for Japan, Korea and Australia. I was so happy to be with Wilson again I could barely keep my composure. I even talked him into sex in one of the bedrooms at the back of the plane. We had quite a romp as it was obvious that we had missed each other. We managed to get some sleep and woke up about two hours before our scheduled arrival time.

We landed at Haneda airport south of Tokyo and then headed south to Yokohama where Wilson had business. We were able to take a train, which was fast, efficient and very clean, to Yokohama and a taxi to our hotel. We had arrived in the evening so we decided to dine at the hotels restaurant where I experienced my second time with Japanese cuisine. All in all I really liked it, especially a spinach dish called 'go-mai'. I also had teriyaki chicken with rice and tempura shrimp.

The next day we were met in the lobby by a man who Wilson had hired through an agency he was familiar with to act as a translator. As we were introduced, he leered at me with a smirk which was pissing me off. We took a taxi to our first appointment and instead of riding in the front with the driver, the little prick squeezed in next to me with me stuck in the middle. He began rubbing his leg on mine, but it was close quarters so I let it go.

When we got to our meeting, the CEO of Yokohama Tires spoke excellent English, so our translator decided to concentrate on me instead. He was whispering that we should have sex together that night and other shit. I smiled at him and whispered back saying, "You know I have seen Japanese porn and all of the men seem to have dicks this long." I held my thumb and index finger about an inch and a half apart. "The women always seem to be on the verge of laughing. So, get this through your thick head, we will not be having sex!"

He was giving me a dirty look while the CEO yelled at the idiot and then threw his pen at the guy. Apparently a translation was needed while the idiot was spending time trying to get me in the sack. I had to laugh as his face turned red and seemed to be asking what was needed. He blurted out the word which was microcosm and then left me alone.

After the meeting we were all walking down a hallway when I felt the asshole grab my ass. I stopped, faced him and said, "If you touch me one more time, you will never be the same!"

He laughed and said, "You American whores are only good for sucking dick and making babies." He then grabbed my left breast. I was so angry by this time that I had had enough. I shot my right hand up at his face and rammed it into his nose forcing the cartilage into his sinuses while jabbing his eyes with my fingers, swung my right leg around and hit the side of his left knee causing him to collapse. Next I knelt hard on his crotch as I punched his throat hard. I stood and kicked him in the balls several times with my pointed heels and as I was about to kick him for the fifth time I was grabbed around the waist and pulled away. I was still incredibly angry and was going to attack whoever had a hold of me until I saw it was Wilson.

"AMY! CALM DOWN, PLEASE!" He turned me to face him and as I stared into his concern eyes, I calmed down and told him I was okay now. The CEO joined us and he asked what happened.

I took a deep breath to calm myself even more and said, "This guy has been harassing me since we first met him at the hotel. On the cab ride he decided his place was in the back with Wilson and me though I know he was supposed to ride with the driver up front. During the meeting he was telling me that we should have sex tonight and I explained to him it would never happen. That was going on when you got angry with him sir. As we were going down the hall he grabbed my ass so I told him if he touched me again he would never be the same. He got really stupid and reached out and grabbed my breast."

The CEO asked, "You did this?"

One of the young men from the meeting had apparently been trailing behind. He said in perfect English. "Excuse me please, but I saw the whole thing. I was just finishing a call and saw him touch her on her backside, so I decided to video things when I saw the look on her face. When he touched her breast she reminded me of a cartoon character I saw while studying in America, the Tasmanian Devil. The jackass didn't know what hit him. The funny thing is he has been here before and would brag about his prowess in karate!"

He then handed the phone to the CEO who played the video while sharing it with Wilson. It was kind of funny to watch their reactions as they watched. When they had finished they both looked at me wide eyed as the CEO bowed deeply to me, so I bowed back not sure if that was protocol or not. When he stood back up he smiled then turned to the phone guy and said something in rapid fire Japanese. The phone guy took his phone back and was apparently sending the video to his boss.

The CEO looked at Wilson and me and said, "I am very embarrassed by this moron on the ground and how he disrespected you. Please be assured that he will face extreme justice on top of what you did to him. Wilson-san, I have asked Riku here to act as a translator for you for the rest of your time here in Japan."

Wilson had another meeting with a different company so we all piled into another taxi. Riku sat up front, turned to me and asked, "Excuse me Miss, but what dojo teaches fighting like that?"

I chuckled and said, "Please call me Amy." He said he would, so I continued, "I have been studying Krav Maga for eight years. It is the Israeli armies version of a martial art. Basically you are taught to fight as dirty as possible in order to neutralize your enemy quickly. I feel safe all of the time."

Riku and Wilson laughed as Wilson said, "Yeah, I feel pretty safe as well while you're with me now!"

I asked Riku, "Where in the US did you go to college?"

"I did an MBA program at the Wharton School at Penn University."

The rest of our Japanese meetings went smoothly and Riku was a perfect gentleman throughout. The next part of our journey took us to Korea where we had no issues with translators or anyone else.

Lastly, we headed for Sydney, Australia for a set of meetings before going to Melbourne. Wilson only had one meeting in Sydney and after the meeting he suggested we spend a couple of days there and enjoy the beaches during their early autumn. Before we went to the beach we needed to purchase bathing suits. Our hotel concierge recommended a place for us so we went there.

Wilson and I went our separate ways to look for our attire, so I decided I wanted to find the skimpiest suit I could in order to drive Wilson crazy. A woman about my age came to assist me and asked if she could help, so I said, "I want to find the skimpiest, yet legal, suit I can."

She smiled and said, "No problem, come with me!" She took me to the back of the store and showed me a rack of strings and said, "Any of these will meet your requirement."

I looked at several before selecting a nice yellow one. I was especially happy to see that there was no gusset in the bottoms nor liners in the bra. I also picked out a fairly sheer coverup that hinted at what was underneath. When we got back to the hotel, we changed into our suits then caught a cab to Bondi Beach. Because it was Wednesday there weren't too many people on the beach. It was really nice so I could see why it was so popular.

We ended up at the north end and discovered that that was the topless area of the beach. We laid down towels that we bought and then I peeled off my coverup. I had to laugh as I caught Wilson staring at me. I smiled at him and said, "You've seen me naked many times, why are you staring at me now?"

He blushed and said, "I don't know. I just like looking at you. Were you planning on laying out topless? If you did you may start a riot."

I laughed and said, "I wasn't planning on it. Besides, there's a paparazzi guy over there by that wall who has been keeping his eye on us. I don't want you to come under unwanted scrutiny because you're with a topless woman."

He looked at me and said, "Yeah, I've run into that before. I'm more worried about you."

I thought for a second while looking around. I saw a couple nearby that maybe I could use to get rid of the paparazzi. She was topless and had large magnificent breasts and he looked like a chiseled masterpiece of muscle. I told Wilson I would be right back.

I went over to the couple and kneeled down on the sand next to them and said, "I'm sorry to disturb you, but there's a guy over by the wall with telephoto lens taking pictures of you two and me and my boyfriend. I thought that maybe between the three of us we could discourage him from invading our privacy."

The guy looked around and then scoped the guy out as he appeared to be taking pictures of other topless women. When he turned to me, he said, "I've had problems with that worm in the past. C'mon, lets take care of this pest"

He and I got up and I followed him as he took a roundabout way as to not spook the camera guy. The two of us sidled up next to him when Trevor (I learned his name later) said, "Oi, Jake! You here perving on the topless Sheilas or are trying to get pics of my wife and I for your shit rag?"

The camera dude paled immediately and stuttered, "I, uh, I, uh I wa, wa, was just standing here."

"Bullshit!" Trevor tore the camera from the guy and said, "I'm going to check what you have taken and if I find anything with me, or this lady on it I'm going to beat you to a pulp!"

The camera guy cried, "OH SHIT!" And then ran away.

The two of us laughed and then began reviewing the photos. There were a dozen of Wilson and me and several of Trevor and his wife. Trevor looked at me and asked, "I wonder why he has so many pictures of you and your boyfriend?"

"Well, Wilson, my boyfriend owns Alliant Software and is rather well to do. He's one of the richest guys in the world and is single, so my guess is the paparazzi guy was going to have us on the cover of his magazine about him and the mystery girl and so on. Why was he taking pictures of you and your wife?"

Trevor smiled and said, "Well, Alice, my wife, is a famous actress here in Oz and I'm on the Australian Rugby team. I sued he and his rag last year and won $2 million. I have a favor to ask, may I meet Mr. Peterson? I have read about him."

I chuckled and said, "Sure. As a matter of fact why don't you and your wife join us. You may want to tell Alice to put her top on because she is rather attractive and a distraction. Wilson get's kind of shy around beautiful women."

He laughed and said, "We'd love to join you and if you don't mind me saying, you're pretty distracting yourself." I couldn't help but blush.

I returned to Wilson carrying the camera while Trevor returned to Alice. After talking to Alice for a minute or so, I could see her putting her top back on and then they picked up their blanket and walked over to us. So, I said to Wilson, "I invited the couple next to us to join us. The man was very helpful in dispatching the paparazzi guy."

A moment later the couple laid their blanket down next to our towels and then Trevor said, "Hi, I'm Trevor Payne and this my wife Alice Maitland."

Wilson stood put out his hand to Trevor and said, "I'm Wilson Peterson and of course you know Amy. I have to say I'm a big fan of yours Trevor. The three tries against South Africa were amazing!"

And with that Wilson and Trevor talked about Rugby, so I turned to Alice talking to her and getting to know her. Not only was she beautiful but she was a joy to talk to. She asked me how long Wilson and I had been going out, so I said, "Actually, I'm Wilson's PA and not officially his girlfriend, though I wouldn't mind being his girlfriend."

She smiled at me and said, "I don't want to sound stuck-up, but whenever we are with other couples I get the bulk of male attention. But with Wilson he only has eyes for you! That man is in love with you and I'm sure he'll be proposing sometime soon."

I smiled and said, "I love him too and I hope you're right!"

After the beach we were invited to Trevor and Alices home which was just up the street. Trevor said he would throw some 'shrimp on the barbie' so Wilson kept him company while I helped Alice make salads. All in all, we had a wonderful time with our new friends. Trevor said he would mail the camera back to the magazine without the data card. We told them to look us up if they were ever in the states.

The next day we flew down to Melbourne to conclude Wilson's business. Those meetings went well and afterwards we got back on his plane to head home. He had asked me if I wanted to stop somewhere before going home, so I said, "Yeah, I want to checkout Stanford and where you live since it will be my home soon."

Wilson had the biggest grin and said, "I like the sound of my home being your home."

The flight to San Jose, California was very long so Wilson and I ate some breakfast and talked for a while. After about three hours, I decided to utilize the bed and sleep for a while. The bed was quite comfy so I slept soundly, though I was awakened by Wilson crawling in next to me and spooning into my back.

We arrived in San Jose a couple of hours before we left on the same day which was kind of weird. Anyway, we went to Wilson's place where we took a shower and then changed clothes before we went to Stanford. His place was a giant sprawling place on the hillside overlooking Stanford and the San Francisco Bay.

As Wilson showed me around he said, "I was told to buy this place as an investment. I really didn't need all of the extra space so most of the rooms are empty. I use the master bedroom, a den with a TV, the kitchen and a couple of rooms I have set up for guests, not that I get many. Oh, I use the pool because I like to swim. That's about it. If you want some special rooms for yourself feel free to take what you want.

The pool looked great and was heated due to the cooler Bay Area temperatures in the summer. There was a nice patio as well with lots of chairs and lounges. I enjoyed the views and wondered how he got on by himself. "I trust you hire someone to clean for you."

"He smiled and said, "Yeah, her name is Hazel and comes around every other day. I also have someone who cooks named Margie. You have to be careful with her because her food is so good you can easily gain 20 pounds in the blink of an eye. Dan, the guy that picked us up lives over the garage with his wife and two kids and drives me around as needed. Anything else you have questions about?"

I smiled and said, "Not right now. I'm glad you have a cook because I don't do that very well. Let's go down to Stanford now."

The drive down was very quick since it wasn't too far. Actually we could have easily walked. We went to the administration building first where I found out that I had been accepted. We then wandered over to the business school and noodled around. Next we went to the graduate offices where we were able to talk to several faculty members. Everyone was very nice and helpful and answered our questions. I got the feeling that I was going to like going here.

After Stanford, we went back to Wilson's. Considering it was early May, it was quite nice out so we sat out on the patio. We each had a Coke and talked a bit. "Tomorrow I'd like to take you to my office to see how that works for a bit. After that, what would you like to do?" Wilson asked.

"Well classes start up again in four days and I'd really like to go see my Mom, so perhaps the day after tomorrow I can go back."

Wilson smiled and said, "That sounds like a good idea. You may want to think about doing something with your house as well. Since you'll be living out here for the foreseeable future you may want to consider selling it or renting it out."

"Ooh, I hadn't thought of that and my car. I was thinking that I could drive back here when I have graduated. Maybe you could drive back with me."

"I'm not sure I will have the time for that. Why don't you just buy a new car here, heaven knows you have the money."

I laughed and said, "Yeah, that sounds much easier."

Next Wilson stood and then knelt next to my chair and said, "I was wondering if you would consider marrying me. I love you so much and you have made my life so better for being in it." He then opened his right hand and showed me a lovely old ring with a small diamond in a very ornate setting. "This was my mother's ring and I thought that my Mom would have loved you as much as I do and would want you to have it."

I stared at Wilson gaped mouth and then at the beautiful ring as tears came to my eyes. I got on my knees in front of him and said. "I love you too Wilson. I think you are the most wonderful person I have ever met and despite my background have shown me nothing but love and care. So, yes I would love to marry you." I then wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into the most loving kiss I could muster.

When we broke the kiss he whispered in my ear, "Thank you." He then slipped the ring on to my left ring finger. It fit perfectly. I loved the work etched into the silver and that it wasn't ostentatious, but was just perfect.

I stood up took his hand and said, "I feel very horny all of a sudden, so let's go to our room! You do realize that we will have to have sex in every room."

Wilson laughed and said, "Now that is something to really look forward to!"

Epilog...

Wilson and I got married at the prison where my Mom was. The warden did the ceremony for us. I was happy to have my Mom able to witness my wedding.

We did manage to have sex in every room of our house.

I managed not only to get my MBA at Stanford, but went on to get a PhD as well as working for Wilson's company.

The best thing happened while we were in Boston for big computer symposium. As we were walking the lobby of the auditorium I spotted a familiar face, ran up to him yelling "JASON!!!', jumped into his arms and gave him the biggest hug I could muster.

When I let go of him he smiled and asked, "Amy??!!"

We stood and stared at each other for a few seconds. He looked really good and was dressed very nicely. I was about to say something when a beautiful woman grabbed his right arm with a smile just as Wilson grabbed mine. I turned to Wilson and said, "Wilson this is..."

Wilson cut me off and said, "Jason Peters! Good to see you. I didn't know that Jason here was the old boyfriend you told me about. We've worked together for about what, five years now?"

Jason smiled and said, "Yeah, that sounds about right. Amy, Wilson, I'd like to introduce you to my wife Jane."

I pulled Jane into a hug and whispered, "I'm so happy for you. Jason is one of the kindest men I have ever known. I'm so glad we got to meet."

She whispered back and said, "He's said the same bout you. Did you really kick the ass of some high school jock at your prom?"

I laughed and said, "Yeah, I did. The guy was a bully and an asshole."

I found out that Jason and Jane lived about 1/4 mile from us in Palo Alto so we got together on a regular basis.

All in all I managed to have the best possible life so far and I wouldn't change anything at all...