His Student Hooker Pt 3 [MF] [Prost]

Paul and Simone have set up house together. Simone is also Angie, a hooker, working at an upmarket brothel. Simone is seventeen, soon to be eighteen, an orphan and a student of Paul’s.
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Angie went to work on both Thursday and Friday evenings. On the first Saturday, Paul helped bring Simone’s bed from her former apartment, her clothes and some of her effects. Angie worked Saturday night and after a sleep in Sunday, Simone and Paul went to her former apartment to start the cleanup. Some of the furniture and electrical items went to a storage unit Paul already rented, the rest was left for pickup by the Salvation Army. Simone drove her father’s car back to Paul’s apartment block and left behind that part of her life.

That Sunday evening they had a light dinner and Paul shared a shower with Simone. They laughed and touched each other, their hands fondling each other like children with new toys. Paul knelt in the shower and licked Simone’s pussy, mouthing her clit until she came. Simone pulled Paul’s dick and as he began to fire his seed, she swept onto his cock and took it all, swallowing it as he came. They both slept soundly that night, and on the Monday, for the first time, they took the subway to school, together.

For the first few weeks it was a little awkward. Simone, never having lived with anyone other than family had to get used to an entirely different level of intimacy. Paul, not sharing his life with anyone for well over a year, had to get used to the intrusion of another life, changing his habits to suit their new life together. The hardest part was to be completely different people at home than at school. They practiced and were very careful, but as the year progressed, it did not get much easier. Other students were curious but given the cold shoulder by Simone, their curiosity may not have subsided, but their asking questions of her stopped.

Paul had someone to share Christmas with, and gave Simone a lovely set of earrings and they made love on a new soft rug Paul purchased in front of the television that was showing a log fire burning. Simone gave Paul a set of DVDs of a BBC production of cosmology. New Year’s came and went, and, with the winter recess over, back to the school routine. By the time of the mid-winter recess, they had gotten so used to their routines that they were able to successfully negotiate the remainder of the school year without any drama.

Two things happened though. On her eighteenth birthday, they got a visit from welfare. Fortunately, they had only just arrived home from school and were still in teacher/student mode. The social worker didn’t stay long, but essentially told Simone they were no longer involved with her case and good luck for her future. He also told her that police had completed their investigations and a report was to be given to the Coroner. The driver had been cleared of any wrongdoing and the recommendation to the Coroner was that her father’s death was considered accidental, not suicide. Then he dropped a bombshell, Simone was the sole heir to two insurance policies, her mother’s and her father’s. Both policies totaled one hundred thousand dollars. As such, welfare payments would terminate when Simone took possession of the funding.

At one level, her college fees were no longer an issue for her. However, even with the money she had already saved, there was still not enough to allow her to live without working.

At eighteen, Simone was now legal. Paul invited Angie to dinner at an upmarket restaurant in the city. They spent the evening wining and dining, and then back to their apartment, as Paul thought of it now, and into bed, pleasuring each other.

The next Friday evening that Paul visited Angie, he fucked her hard and long, on his way out, Madeline approached him and asked if he would care to attend a small party next Saturday evening. It would only cost him hundred dollars for a ticket, the host would be covering the majority of costs, finger food and beer supplied, otherwise it was BYO. Paul couldn’t get the money quickly enough from a teller machine at a mall a couple of blocks away.

Paul thought discretion the better part of valor, so didn’t say anything to Simone until the Sunday morning.

“She what?” asked Simone.

“Madeline invited me to a small party on Saturday.”

“Ooohhh, the conniving…! You know what she is doing, don’t you?” Simone demanded.

“Err, no?”

“Well, it’s simple, and I should have realized this would happen. You are coming to me, exclusively. Right,” Paul nodded, “So, she’s thinking that there may be a more romantic element.”

“Well, that is a pretty good guess then,” Paul commented.

“Yeah, I suppose,” she said, “But her main aim is to show you that this is a business. I am a commodity, bought and sold, I will fuck anyone, for payment, that romance doesn’t enter into it.”

“I understand that, but I hadn’t thought of it in those terms.” Paul said, a little defensively.

Simone backed off a little, and said, “Well, she does.”

“So what will I see?”

“That I am a commodity, bought and sold, fucking anyone for payment.”

“Angie will, but Simone is mine and mine alone.” Simone softened at that and flowed into Paul’s arms.

“Do you think you will be OK watching me fuck someone else?”

“Do you think you would be OK watching me fuck someone else?” Paul echoed, then laughed. “Oh look darling girl, it’s just business, as that guy said in ‘The Godfather’, remember?” They had watched the film just the week before on cable. “Besides, it might be pretty erotic to watch you fucking someone else, ever think of that?”

“Well, it is supposed to be, get the guys spending their cash on the girls. But this one is a small special.”

“Oh? What is a small special?”

“No, I won’t tell you, but it does involve a lot of sex. And you’re going to love it, I bet.”

For the rest of the week, Paul made little remarks about how Simone was keeping secrets, not really trusting him and such like, until Friday evening, just before leaving for work, Simone said, “You know, I might get really upset if you are getting your dick sucked by someone else, especially if it’s a guy.” Paul blinked, and before he could say anything, Simone was out the door laughing her way to the elevator.

Saturday came, and the early part of the day was filled with normal household chores, the afternoon with a long lunch and, for Paul, a growing anticipation of the possibilities of the night. Simone said she was going to have a shower, would he like to wash her back? Paul jumped at the chance.

The hot water run over them as Paul soaped Simone down and touched every part of her. He washed her thoroughly, then rinsed her, all the while making sure he was exciting her.

He got onto his knees and lifted his face to her mons. Even with the water cascading over them, he opened his mouth to take her into it. She leaned back onto the cold tile wall of the shower cubicle, opening herself to him. Simone felt his tongue snaking over her labia lips, searching for her clit, then down looking for her vaginal canal. Each touch sent her a little higher into sexual excitement. She felt Paul’s gentle invasion of her most intimate places, loving that he was so unselfish, so giving and he pleasured her. Soon she began to pump her hips into him, timing her movements with his tongue, as he pushed her over the edge into a cum. Her body shook, her heart palpitated, her systems just swamped her body with the hormones of sexual release. Her muscles quivered in excitement as she came. They quickly finished the shower and dried each other’s bodies.

Paul knew he was not going to get to fuck her, or get his cock properly sucked, he didn’t want to, after all, the party was that evening and he didn’t want to be embarrassing himself by not being able to get it up at the right time.

Primped and dressed, Simone kissed Paul goodbye, and told him not to be spanking the monkey before the big night. The party was set to begin at seven-thirty PM, and the time just seemed to drag for him, until he was properly dressed and on his way by seven o’clock. He made it to the door at twenty-five minutes past seven.

“Welcome, Paul,” said Madeline in her husky and actually sexy voice. “Come in, and go to the end door and up the first flight of stairs. The door on the right is where this party is being held. There are several guests already here, and the bar is open.” Madeline handed Paul a cardboard ticket that read, “For the Door Prize”, and had a large, bold, number seventeen.

“Thank you, Madeline,” Paul replied, “And thank you for the invitation.”

“Ah, only too glad to have a regular such as yourself here. Now, go introduce yourself to the other guests, Angie is already serving, and will be joined by Venus shortly.”

Paul didn’t know Venus, but if she was like the other girls he had already seen, she will be lovely too. Paul went up the stairs, and on the first landing, through another door into a large room, dimly lit with a bar at one end. Looking around, there where several tables and chairs arranged around the room, and a music track of easy listening playing. There was a door with the sign of a bathroom on it on one end of the bar and another door off the other. He knew the place had more than a ground floor, but he had never been up here before. On the wall opposite the stairs, was a large screen TV showing a porno movie. At the other end of the room, a darkened area, Paul could make out a platform of some description and perhaps some modernist or cubist sculpture.

Looking at the bar, he saw Angie behind it, pouring drinks, and topless. Fuck, she really has nice tits, Paul thought, as he watched her moving around. They jiggled and bounced a little, swayed from side to side, lifted as she raised her arm, the nipples both hard and pointing, he noted just looking at her. Her long, straight, dark hair framed her face and covered her shoulders, reaching down to partly cover the top part of her breasts, but didn’t reach the nipples. Paul had fondled and kissed them often enough to know them well, but he hadn’t tired of the view. He felt his cock tingling, as it so often had since Simone had come to live with him, just by looking at her. He wasn’t sure if she was wearing anything at all, he could only see her top.

Then he took note of the other people at the bar. There were seven people there, guests, he assumed as they were all dressed. His eyes widened as he saw that two of them were women, who were sitting together, and chatting to a couple of men. He stepped forward and heard the door behind him open and footsteps coming up the stairs. Paul walked to the bar and Angie saw him, giving him a huge smile. Other guests looked around and then, nodding their recognition of another guest, they went back to their conversations.

“What would you like to drink, Paul?” Angie asked.

“Just a light beer thank you Angie,” Paul replied, “I’m driving.” He smiled. Angie reached into the fridge and brought out a Bud Light, opened it and handed it to him. Paul, as unobtrusively as he could, looked at the other guests and saw the women were looking at Angie with the same intensity as some of the guys. He heard other people coming to the bar, talking and there was yet another woman’s voice.

So, Paul thought, three women at a sex party, in a brothel, what were they wanting to get out of it? He wondered for a while, all the time, watching Angie interacting with the other guests. The last woman to join them sat at a table with two other men, and one of them produced a bottle of whiskey and some soda. Catching Angie’s eye, the woman signaled for three glasses. Angie got the glasses off the shelf behind the bar and took them to the table. As she put them on the table the woman reached up and fondled Angie’s bare breasts.

“Nice,” said the woman, and Angie smiled, the woman then pulled Angie down onto her lap and kissed her. All the while her hand never left Angie’s breast. Angie responded to the kiss and with her free hand, cupped the woman’s breast in turn. “After the floor show?”

Angie said, “Certainly, I would love to.”

Before Paul was able to do or say anything, Madeline entered with a rather large, black man, and called everyone’s attention. “Thank you ladies and gentlemen,” she started, “Welcome to you all, I would like to introduce your host, Mr. Dean, and would ask everyone to relax and enjoy yourselves.”

Mr. Dean said, in a surprisingly soft bass voice, “Thank you all for coming, and for those who know me, please enjoy. For those of you who do not know me, thank you for coming I really appreciate it and I hope to get to meet you all before the evening ends. For all of you, this evening is very special to me, I am leaving this fabulous city for another job in another country. I have spent a lot of good time here with Madeline and others, who have all made me feel welcome, and this evening is an opportunity to say goodbye to old friends, and new, in style. Thank you, and enjoy the evening.”

OK, that explains the party, a farewell party for someone I don’t know. Interesting then.

Madeline then spoke out, “For the newest members of our party group, Paul, Eric, Kristy and June, please do not feel strangers, introduce yourselves and make new friends. And please, remember to be dressed before going downstairs.” A few people laughed.

Within moment, Paul was engaged in conversation with two other men, both of whom knew Mr Dean, and were regular party goers here. Paul learned that the drinks would flow for a little while then the floor show would occur. Paul inquired what the floor show would be. “That depends, on what Mr Dean has asked for. Each party is somewhat different. But it should be fun.”

They moved on to another person and Paul was greeted by Mr Dean, himself. Introducing himself, Paul asked if there was anything about the floor show that Mr Dean would care to tell him. “Not much to tell actually, but I hope you will be an active participant in the after events.”

“After events?”

“Oh yes, the floor show is only the beginning. You can make an appointment with any of the girls who will be here soon, or if you are inclined, you can use the stage facilities and join in on any event that happens on stage.”

Mr Dean moved on and Angie brought him another drink, “Touch my tits,” she said, as she leaned in and kissed him. “You have an appointment with that woman after the floor show?” Paul asked.

“Yes, are you jealous?” she asked with that half leer, half impertinent style she had.

“Can I join you?” he asked laughing,

“If we are on stage, yes, you can, if we are in one of the rooms, then only by her invitation. But there is going to be a slight distraction first. Just keep in mind what I said about who might be sucking your cock. And if you want, you might get to suck a cock yourself.”

Paul was surprised, but considering the mysterious floor show, he was too intrigued to worry too much about what Angie said.

After a few more drinks, another girl from downstairs joined the party. She was stunning. A small woman with large breasts, blonde hair at both ends, she was naked. Paul looked at her, the way she was standing, her hair falling over her shoulder. All she needs is a clam shell to stand in, Paul thought, very reminiscent of Botticelli’s painting.

“She is beautiful, isn’t she,” said the woman who had made an appointment with Angie, at his elbow. “Hi I’m Claire.”

“She is stunning, I’m Paul.”

“Her name is Venus, or did you guess. And yes, I will have her too before the night is done. ” Claire said. Paul looked at Claire and saw a woman in her late thirties, well groomed, dark hair and the greenest eyes Paul had ever seen. Claire was certainly shapely, and was obviously fit, with nice breasts.

“You’re gay?”

“Oh god no! Married,” she said, holding her left hand up with a number of rings on it. “My husband watches me with other men and women, it really turns him on.”

“Oh,” Paul said, “Does he join you?”

“No, not often, but sometimes. He does like to eat me out after the man has cum in me. Sometimes he sucks the dick clean.” Claire said, frankly. “I saw you talking to the dark haired girl, Angie? You booked her?” Paul shook his head, “You want to?” she asked.

“The first time I came here, she was my first masseuse,” Paul said. “Been here several times since, always with her.”

“Mmm, you a romantic?”

“I had never thought so, but..” he let it dangle.

“If I let you would you fuck me?”

Paul smiled, “Yeah, I would actually.”

“Oh, good, but then would you let my husband suck your dick after?”

“You would do me without a condom?”

“Madeline vouches for you, which would be on the say so of whichever of the girls you have been with. So yeah.”

“Never had a guy suck me dry before. Don’t know if I am that interested.”

“Larry is a really good cock sucker, you’ll enjoy it. Ok, you’re invited to join me and Angie after the floor show.” Claire reached down and gently squeezed Paul’s now hardening tool. “Yeah,” she said as she ran her hand down the length of it. “Be very nice I think-” The lights in this end of the room went down a little and the other end of the room was now in light. “The floor show.” Claire stood with him.

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