Transforming Genevieve Chapter Two Part One - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Two Part One

... grinned and replied, "Teaching English Lit is sometimes boring, Kevin. I come to New York often, but this trip, I made a conscious decision to spice my weekend up somewhat."

"I understand, Genevieve." He said.

"Kevin, you can call me Gen if you'd like," I said.

"Actually, I love the sound of Genevieve. It adds a certain flare to the role of being a high-priced whore don't you agree?" he asked.

"I suppose it does," I replied.

He slid his hand over mine and looked directly into my eyes.

"Do you have any idea just how an expensive hooker is supposed to act?" He asked.

"Not really," I responded. "But I hope you will teach me."

He grinned at me before he said, "I'll do my best, Genevieve; let's start your training right now."

He lifted my hand and moved it under the tablecloth, placing it palm down on his thigh.

"Stoke my leg, Genevieve," he said.

I slowly began massaging his thigh with my delicate fingers; each time I moved my hand up, I ventured a little higher.

"That feels very nice,”

he said. "Now go higher."

"Here in public?" I asked.

"A whore could care less if someone saw her stroking her john's cock babe. ThisisManhattan, remember,” he said.

I figured the tablecloth would hide my hand but do little to conceal the fact that my arm was under the table. But I followed Kevin's instructions and moved my hand between his legs.

My fingers found the growing bulge under his slacks near the base of his cock. I slowly moved them up ...

... along its length. It felt huge, longer than any I'd ever touched before. As I reached the top, it curved over his leg, resting in the crease between his thigh and abdomen.

"God, Kevin, how long is it!" I asked.

He grinned at me and offered, "Eleven inches when completely hard, and it curves like a banana."

"Oh my," I said, startled at his estimate of its size.

"An experienced whore would be able to take every inch in any hole, too," he added.

I looked at him wide-eyed as I asked, "Any hole?"

"Of course, if a john is paying the kind of money you expect, he should be able to fuck you in any way he wants,” he said.

I wondered if I had gotten in too deep with him, but I wasn't about to back out now.

He moaned softly as my hand stroked up and down on his hard erection.

"Let's eat light, Genevieve. I can hardly wait for you to stroke me skin to skin," he said.

Kevin removed my hand just as our waitress approached to take our order.

"Two house salads and a small antipasti," Kevin said, ordering for us both.

As she walked away, Kevin returned to our erotic conversation.

"Do you think you can take it all in your mouth, Genevieve?" he asked.

"I'm not sure, but I'll try my best," I replied.

"Good," he answered. "I love when my whores deep throat my cock."

Oh, Christ, I thought. I was in too deep. I knew that I'd never get eleven inches in my mouth without having it part way down my throat. I'd never done that before. And I could almost feel ...