Date: Sat, 12 Jul 2008 12:09:03 +0100
From: tina foster <tinafosteruk@gmail.com>
Subject: Attatchment Enclosed Part 2 TG/control

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Part Two: Tina's first date


Obviously younger than John, the teen stood on my doorway, looking somewhat
embarrassed.

"I phoned fives minutes ago," he said, lifting his gaze to mine.

"Yes, I'm ready for you. Do come in ..." I encouraged, anxious to have him
off the doorway, wary of what the neighbours might say, to see a teen off
his youth entering the home of a man of fifty. I could almost see the net
curtains twitching.

`Then again,' I mused, `what would they think if they knew that just last
week I had stood before John, just like I did his friend here, wearing a
robe over my femme clothes.

I had worn the same pleated tartan skirt and white then as now, when John
called.

Obviously, the lad could see that I was wearing nylons on my legs, as he
stepped in.

Tights actually.

"Do sit down," I suggested, recalling how John had sat in that that seat,
waiting to take me through to my room, to satisfy his needs.

It had all started when I'd had an email sent to me, which had led to me
being an inhouse escort for the teenage friends of my young friend John.

I say friend loosely; as loose as his gorgeous thick cock had made my
sphincter muscles, making me tender; and wanting more.

I still feel he'd used me, to meet a select group of friends, of mine.

Then, I'd not heard from in ages, until that email, and the accompanying
attachment of a photograph of his beautiful cock.

The message had been simple, `are you interested?' I had been and
eventually responded to it. Then everything had become different.

As he'd left, I'd told him I'd wanted `more.' I'd meant, of him; but having
satisfied his own needs, John's idea had been that I do so for his friends.

"Be waiting for a phone-call at about 12:00, or so..." he had told me, as
he left.

That'd been a week ago. Today, at three minutes past twelve the phone had
rung.

Just five minutes later there was a knock on the front door and somewhat
nervously, I opened it, to find myself looking at a young man, wearing a
light grin.

"Come in," I said, gesturing toward the kitchen.

"My names Steven," the slightly built teen informed me, as he sat down

"Hello Steven," I said in response, "you can call me Tina."

I looked at him quickly. He was good looking in a gentle sort of way,
dressed in the ubiquitous teenage uniform of track-suit bottoms and top. He
spoke in a gentle voice, quite obviously nervous, but fascinated by my
movement, as he studied my legs.

"You've got an hour. In that time I'll do whatever you want, as long as you
can supply a few things."

"Yeah," he said with a smile, "John told me."

He unzipped his side pocket a brought out a small object, wrapped in foil.

I knew what it was immediately and nodded my thanks, as I accepted it.

"A weed, a hug and you like your nipples played with? There's the weed..."

"Yeah," I answered, as I put the kettle to on, to make myself a coffee.

"Do you want a coffee, or tea?" I asked him.

"Nah," he responded, "I gotta can."

From the inside of his top he pulled out a can of Tennents Super, which he
opened as the kettle began to boil.

We didn't have that long together and I'd already decided that if I were to
be an escort, I'd be a damn good one. That meant I would satisfy the young
teen, in whatever way I had to do it. Yet, that meant getting Steven to my
room.

Right now, to my dismay he seemed more interested in his drink, than
fucking me.

Although the kitchen blind was halfway up, I decided to chance it.

I undid the tie holding my terry-towel robe together and there I stood
there, in the middle of the kitchen showing him that beneath it I wore the
short, pleated red and black tartan skirt.

With it I wore a crisp white shirt, with a button down collar; and, which
I'd knotted an inch above my naval.

I'm quite slim and think the look really suited me.

The cutaway at the crotch of the tights would suit my young guest, I hoped.

"You like what you see? Just pick up your drink and follow me," I told
Steven.

"Nah," he slurred.

`Had he had one before that can?' I wondered.

"You're a kinky fuckin slut, aren't you?" Perhaps it was the booze, but as
he leered at me, it was apparent he'd found his confidence.

Steven swigged down the remains of his can and belched, with a grin.

"Better out than in, my mother used to say," he said, as I knelt before
him, placing my hands on his thighs.

He looked down, fascinated, as I began to trace the length of his erection
through his tracksuit bottoms.

"Me, I think it's better in than out," I purred, "if you know what I mean?"

The confidence was gone, as he blushed.

"You mean?" He stuttered.

I stood and took his hand.

"I mean, do you want what you came for, or not?" I asked him.

Steven just nodded his response.

I took his right hand, guiding him to stand and led him through the
living-room, to my bedroom.

He entered the room and sat on the bed, facing the he tv, dvd and vhs
recorder; and where I stood.

I turned on the TV and pressed `play' on the DVD machine: one of Joey
Silvera's TS tapes.

"You watch this for a few minutes," I told young Steven, who's eyes opened
wide, as a beautiful slim brunette stripped of bikini bottoms, to reveal a
long, hard cock.

Smiling, I turned to leave him to his entertainment and went to get
changed.

`Getting changed' meant removing the robe.

I didn't have heels, though I like them, I just never found the right pair,
in my size.

But, I looked good in my shortie tartan skirt, over the tights, worn like
last time with John, with the crotch cut away, for ease of access.

I took the robe off and stared into the mirror above the sink, allowing
myself time to think. This was the first time as a stay-in escort for one
of John's friends and wanted it to go well.

I smiled, back at myself, and then went back to my room, where my young
lover awaited me, with a grin, as I opened the door.

"Never seen a film like that," he said, smiling broadly.

"Ever cuddled an old tv?" I teased.

"No," he replied, blushing.

"Well," I assured Steven, as I sat on the side of the bed, "that makes two
firsts in less than ten minutes."

"And there's several more firsts to enjoy, after my cuddles," I said with a
smile, running my hand over the evident bulge in his trackies.

He groaned with pleasure at my touch, which pleased me greatly.

"Now what?" he queried with a frown.

"Now," I said, lying next to him, "now we cuddle."

He held me, nervously at first, his erection hard against my right thigh,
as I caressed his face and kissed his cheek.

Holding one another, young Steven felt good in my arms and boy, I felt
eager, to please him: but first, there was something I wanted.

"Now play with my nipples honey," I entreated, shifted my position a
little, so that my back was against the pillow.

I undid the a few buttons on my shirt and allowed it to drape open, as I
reached sideways, to my locker and the small brown bottle I'd left there
earlier.

Poppers.

"What's that?" Steven quizzed, his head on my left shoulder, as he rubbed
my nipples, exciting me to the core, making me feel ever-so femme, as I
knew it would.

Unscrewing the top, I placed my thumb over the open bottle and pinched off
one nostril.

Inhaling the fumes, I held my breath, and then exhaled slowly, being
careful to place my thumb over the top once more, to prevent any
evaporation.

"Poppers," I said, as sensation heightened and his touch on my flesh became
my sole focus, "please, pinch them hard??"

He did as I asked, watching my face as he did so.

I was in rapture and very erect, within the lacy lilac panties, I wore.

"They.. make.. it.. feel.." it was difficult to speak; all I wanted to do
was close my eyes, enjoy his touch and groan, "so.. so.. good."

And, he pinched my hardened nipples, as I had begged, his left hand on my
thigh, moving upward, as brought the bottle to my nose once more.

Pain.

Pain shot through my right nipple and shot throughout my chest, as he
pinched and twisted my nipple-flesh, while his hand moved upward, slowly.

I inhaled, my hand shaking.

This was intense. My body was his to play with, as sensation coursed
through me, which I'd been wary of enjoying, with someone so young.

Yet at this moment, his age meant nothing, just the moment; that was all
that mattered.

"You can use them when you fuck me," I told him gently, placing the bottle
down once more and stroking his tousled hair, as his hand reached the nylon
panties, now damp with the pre-cum I'd leaked.

"You love this. Don't you?" He questioned me, still looking up, as he
worked on my nipple, his left hand tracing my arousal.

"MMMmmmmmm.." was my only answer, which I think satisfied Steven.

"What next?" He asked, a little hesitantly.

`Next? Next? Did there have to be a "next"' I mused, delighted with where
John's coercion had led.

`But, of course there had to be a `next.' Steven had done all I'd asked of
John's friends, before I'd submit to whatever they might want of me. Now it
was my turn, to oblige.

"Next?" I began, regretfully taking his hands away from me by the wrists,
"well I think that we'll see if you're ready for that now..."

I sat on the side of the bed and looked toward Steven with a wry smile, as
I began to unzip his jeans.

He returned my attentions with a grin, as I brushed aside the elastic of
his underwear to reveal his proud, young manhood. It was slim, about six
inches long.

Steven was already seeping pre-cum, which I just had to taste.

He gasped, with pleasure, as I licked at the head of his cock, finding that
I liked the sweet savoury taste of him.

And, looking down at him, my tongue gently lapping at his cockhead, I
noticed his wide eyes and mouth formed into an `O' which I replicated with
my own mouth as I took his length in one.

"Oh yesss," he exclaimed, as I gripped his thighs and drew up slowly on his
cock, my lips taut against his flesh, finally licking the head with relish,
as I looked up at him.

Steven's eyes were closed, his hands clasping the duvet.

I took him whole once again, and then began to lower and rise my face to
his zipper, in a slow rhythm, face-fucking his cock with an eager mouth.

Abruptly I sat, wiping at my lips with the back of my right hand.

I looked Steven straight in his eyes.

Next, I looked at his spittle-covered erection, which I continued to hold
at its base.

"Well, looks like you're ready to see what comes next Now?" I said with a
smile, as I looked at him.

Letting go of him a moment, I stood up and moved away from the bed and the
temptation of my young Master's presence before me.

Hitching my skirt a little, I straddled his body, kneeling above him with
my right hand on his hard erection once more, as I edged the panties gusset
to one side.

I lowered myself down gradually, delighting in the sensation of his
cockhead slowly opening me up.

Thanks to my earlier preparations, prior to his arrival, his penetration
was effortless; and I soon bottomed down, allowing him to fully enter my
receptive hole.

Immediately, Steven squirmed a little beneath me, getting comfortable.

Oh, that'd felt good, for as he moved, he repositioned himself inside me.

Then, my head back and eyes closed, I began to grind my ass.



"Oh yesss," he exclaimed, as I began to ride him.

His young cock felt good in me and for a brief second, I didn't mind the
coercion young John had used, to get me to be an escort for his young
friends.

I leant forward, to reach the bottle of Poppers: and, Steven groaned, as
his cock nearly left my asshole, then sank back, inside me.

"Oh you fuckin cunt," he groaned, as I undid the cap, while rotating my
hips slowly.

I twisted my right nipple with my left hand, as I brought the bottle to my
nose and inhaled. Euphoria swept through me, as I passed the bottle to
Steven.

He looked at me uncertainly at first, until I nodded my encouragement.

I held my breath as Steven used the Poppers.

Then as I began to exhale, I passed the teen the bottle cap, which he
replaced.

Seconds later my ride began, as Steven's hips rose and fell to a rhythm of
his own.

"Please," I begged, "hurt me .. hurt my nipples."

At that moment I'd have done anything he asked of me, quite literally
anything.

And when eager fingers began to toy with my nipples, aching to be played
with and abused, I sighed with pleasure.

It was perfect.

He twisted both my nipples; and my ass muscles clenched tight on his
thrusting cock.

It was too much.

And, as Steven continued to fuck me, I came hard, inside my pretty panties.

I leant forward, my hands on the teens shoulders, as his delightful cock
seemed to grow a little more.

"Next time, I'll bring someone to watch me fuck you..." he hissed, with
glazed eyes.

His breathing ragged, his thrusts less rhythmic, it was obvious that Steven
was ready to cum himself.

I wanted that.

I wanted him to fill me, with his cream.

Then with a roar of satisfaction, Steve put his palms down, pushing up with
his hips and I just held on, as the teen bucked beneath me, blasting jet
after jet of his cum to the back of my ass: filling me as I wanted.

Both sweating and breathless, we collapsed into each other's arms and
kissed.

That surprised me, but I liked it.

`Maybe, just maybe,' I considered as I cuddled up to young Steven, `there
are benefits to being young John's escort.'

And, for a second I thought of what Steven had said minutes earlier, "I'll
bring someone to watch me fuck you..." Wow, that sounded an interesting
development.

That is, if it happened. Who knew what would happen next.