Sharon's Tale Chapter 1: Beginnings - Sex Stories

Sharon's Tale Chapter 1: Beginnings

... he thoughtfully mentions.

“Oh, and what might that be?” I reply, intrigued.

“Just hear me out, and don’t say anything until I finish.” We nodded. “As you know, Ken, I have my fingers in many pies, but there are some things you don't know about. To help smooth transactions and relationships, I offer ‘consultancy’ services to select clients. Generally, those away from home in a strange city and in need of a little company. I supply someone for a short time to go out with them, wine and dine them, go to shows, etc., possibly more. The current service is a bit hit and miss, with people not turning up, not being suitable, and not showing an interest in the client. I need someone who is intelligent, vivacious, polite, and able to converse with anybody and make them feel welcome. That they also look attractive is a bonus. Sharon, I think you would fit the bill admirably.”

Ken and I are both taken aback.

I find my voice after a few minutes of silence.

"Well, my double first degree in Finance and Accounting would be a legitimate area of consultancy," I begin, until Colin interrupts.

"From Oxford, Ken tells me."

"That's right. Wining and dining, I can live with. It's the possibly more bit that has me worried," I continued. "Would this involve having sex with them?"

"Oh, good. You haven't said No," Colin says cheerily and continues.

“Quite possibly, but our contract would never mention that. You would be under contract to supply consultancy services; that ...

... double first from Oxford legitimately qualifies you for that. The service is used once or twice weekly and for around three-hour meetings. The agency we use charges us two hundred pounds an hour. I'd probably pay you the same, but let me think about that; I seem to remember Alex, the manager here who runs the service, mentioning that he is getting more inquiries, too. Let me check that out. Oh, and I would suggest a twelve-week trial period initially before signing a full contract."

I am stunned by the money on offer, which confirms to me that this is a sexual service; the rest is just window dressing.

“You both look a bit surprised. Go away and sleep on it. We'll meet in the morning; I'll get Alex to join us as well. Shall we say ten-thirty tomorrow, here?" Colin suggests.

Ken and I nod in acceptance and get up to leave.

"You might want to get dressed before you go, Sharon," Colin laughs.

Ken was visibly excited when we returned to our room, dancing about like a child desperate for a wee as he fumbled with the door card—pushing me through the door, slamming it behind us, then pushing me to the floor and slipping between my legs. One hand pulls my knickers aside, the other, somehow, pulls out his cock, which he thrusts into my pussy. Screwing me to the floor in a lust-filled frenzy, cumming quickly and copiously, and just as quickly falling to one side and lying next to me.

"God, we're going to have a good time," he pants.

Perhaps I think; if he's going to ...