Becoming a Kissogram Girl Parts 1 to 4

Becoming a Kissogram Girl Parts 1 to 4
(Please note the people mentioned in these stories are based on a very good friend of mines adventures. Though the story is based on truth the characters are fictional and bare no relationship to people either alive or dead. These stories contain explicit sexual descriptions and are aimed at the over 18’s)

PART ONE———————————The start of My Adventure ——————————-

I ran away from home at almost 17 with a cowboy from a circus. I was left abandoned in a strange town with only the clothes I stood up in, over a year later. My name is Toni Marsden!

It started harmless enough; I’d skip school to see the horses at the travelling circus. I was horse mad and besides mum and I had argued most of the last six months. I used to hang around the horses, watching them, touching and feeding them when given half a chance. I was 16 and as naive as they come. I stood 5ft 8ins, long auburn hair, 36D – 25 – 34. I liked to be provocative so wore very short skirts though mainly to get up my mum’s nose as I never thought that I was good looking nor sexy. No sex talk, we didn’t do that in our family. The main rider used to dress all fancy, like my cowboy hero’s in the movies. He was probably about 35. To be honest he wasn’t that good a looker but he had horses going for him and I loved horses.

He told me I could help him with the horse stalls and brush and feed the horses after the show and he would run me home. At first that’s all that happened we would have a quick drink after we had showered and changed. Then he would take me home. He used to tell me how pretty I was. So, I was really overcome by his constant praise. I started to take sexier changes of clothes and staying longer for the drinks which started as cokes but ended up as beers. Never having drunk before it wasn’t long before I was becoming tipsy, really tipsy.

He never ever tried to touch me up to that point, though I had pecked him on the cheek when he asked one night. Then we started to joke on, wrestle and tickle each other. Something he had instigated but which I was thoroughly enjoying. One night he started to tickle me. I was laughing and trying to escape. I had never met a guy that made me feel so grown up. So exciting and someone that seemed to understand, where my mother obviously didn’t.

He finally caught me and pinned me to the ground straddling me. At first his hands were just under my arms and at my waist but soon he was touching the sides of my boobs surreptitiously at first. I was a well-endowed young woman with good shapely figure. Sort of top heavy!

His touching made me feel tingly inside and between my legs, I know that’s a cliché saying but as I said I was totally innocent. Besides I never thought I was good looking so what would a grown man want with me. Soon I was fighting back and thinking I would make him get off I took hold of his shirt lapels and pulled. I thought the buttons on his shirt had ripped off but I later found that it was velcro’ed shut.

There it was his male chest, the first I had seen naked and close up. Yes, I had seen them on the beach but nothing as close as this. So, I started to really giggle as I struggled to get away from between his thighs. This was an experienced cowboy; he was so used to handling awkward horses that my twisting was nothing.

“Right!” he said,

“You’re looking at mine let’s see yours.”

I didn’t even feel scared by this because I trusted him so. My giggling due to nerves and the booze which had me quite tipsy became more pronounced as he started to undo my blouse. Soon he had it pulled out of my skirt and off my body.

My flimsy lacy bra, the one I had deliberately worn. Knowing he would see through my blouse was all that hid my breasts. I remember my breasts heaving up and down, too tipsy to feel nervous. I felt his hands gently slide over them. The only hands I had felt on them apart from my own were school boys who tended to grab them this was no grab. I could feel my nipples starting to harden under the palms of his hands as he leaned over and started to kiss me.

His hands working my body. I had not felt a feeling like this before. Of course, I had touched myself. My friends and I, like a lot of schoolgirls had talked about what one or the other had done with their boyfriends or themselves. I used to just agree because I was so naïve.

Then when I got home and was alone, I would try out the things they had mentioned including using my curling brush handle which I thought was like the size of a man’s dick. As his tongue slipped into my mouth, I wrapped my inexperienced arms about him hoping he would not realise I was really still a virgin though I had fucked my brush. I was not wanting to be fucked either really, I just wanted more of this feeling I was getting. It was so much better than the ones I gave myself and I got to hold a man.

I couldn’t really tell you when my bra was taken from me fully all I know was as I cuddled him, I could feel his cock growing and then his mouth was sucking and kissing my nipples and ohhhhhhhhh gawd that felt soooo good. The lump in his trousers was getting really hard and at one point he told me he needed to make himself comfortable. I had no idea what he meant.

I watched him stand and undo his trousers, they fell to the floor, His black thong held his cock which was bigger than a large banana. At the time that was the only way I could describe it. As he kneeled back down, he undid the button at the waist of my skirt and I raised my ass off the ground so he could remove it.

I still only thought he was removing it to stop it getting dirty. My panties were the matching set to the bra and although not a thong was very high cut probably the most daring pair I had. The rest were mainly white things mum bought. This was one of the arguments we kept having as I wanted some like my friends wore. But my cowboy didn’t seem to mind he was soon kissing and straddling me. To feel this naked man so close was so exciting.

That night he only worked his hand inside my panties and fingered me to what I now know was an orgasm. He got me to play with his. He had to show me how to wank his cock I had no idea. This seemed to give him a bigger thrill, the fact I was clueless.

Soon I had him in my hand and was wanking him nice and fast when as I watched his face contorted. Then he sort of moaned as though I was pulling his insides out and the next thing, I was covered in this hot sticky stuff. He explained it was cum.

I felt strange really sort of nice yet wanting more but scared to ask. He told me to get dressed as we didn’t want to annoy mum and he would take me home. This time we stopped in the dark at the bottom of our street and kissed a little.

His hands had me really hot and as soon as I could I went to bed needing to feel my brush handle but wishing it had been his cock. The biggest trouble was I slept with my elder sister because we had a large family. So, though I had to fuck my brush handle I had to be really quiet which really is hard as you ease it in and out. Slowly getting hotter and hotter and having to bite your moans as you start to cum as many a woman will tell you. Yet that trying to be quiet makes it even hotter.

That night I dreamt of this fantastic hero cowboy whisking me away and making mad passionate love to me. This was hard for me to really imagine as I had never actually done it but I knew the rudiments so to speak. The next evening there was no pretence we showered together and as we stood under the running hot water my body on fire yet inside so nervous.

There was no time to change my mind now. He was standing behind me soaping my back and then sliding his hands around me to soap my front. The soapy hands of his seemed so soft and natural, like silk as they danced over my body. At first just washing me, then soaping my breasts. Making my nipples harden under the warm spraying water. That feel of someone else’s hands soaping your breasts was magic to me and at that point I decided I was going to have his cock.

Well that is if I could figure how to turn him on. Maybe there was a special way to touch a guy when you want him to fuck you. I couldn’t just ask him that would be too hard for me to do. Ok, I thought I’ll just soap him like he is me and make his cock all hard like the night before.

My hands slid to the back of me where I could feel his cock not exactly rock hard but standing up so to speak. I took hold of it and started to slowly wank him. I could feel it harden in my hands. I wondered if other women felt the fascinating control I was feeling when they played with a man. It was as though I was playing on an instrument.

He sort of turned me to face him then eased me to my knees in front of him the water spraying over us both. I wasn’t sure what he wanted at first but then I remembered my friends telling me how they sucked their boyfriends. So, I took his cock and let it touch my lips. It was such an odd feeling like soft meat yet warm. I let it slide into my mouth and could hear him.

“Ohhhhhhhhh Fuck yes suck hard babe, suck out my cum!”

He was shoving his cock in and out of my mouth. I held on for dear life but was so carried away to be doing this I was really just sucking and licking and scr****g with my teeth.

Sometimes he was ramming it in too far. I took hold of his cock and like the day before started to wank it into my mouth at the same time. His moans spurred me on. My friends had different opinions of how cum tasted, I just wanted to taste it to see. I didn’t have to wait long. First, I felt his balls sort of tighten. His moans were so exciting. His cum was soon filling my mouth and shooting till I couldn’t hold it all. It ran down the sides of my chin and I did the best to taste it as I swallowed. To be honest I wasn’t that keen.

It was ok but I still had this feeling of something missing. The hot shower water made me feel on fire, between my legs was a volcano. It needed something and my brush handle wouldn’t do it for me this time. I was disappointed when I looked at his cock it had shrunk to maybe a quarter of the size it had been.

How silly I was I had sucked the length out of it. He helped me stand and probably saw the disappointment in my eyes.

“Don’t worry little one!”

his soft Texas drawl curled my toes. He started to suck on my nipples, biting and sucking really hard. It was painful at first but soon became really enjoyable. Infact so enjoyable I was disappointed when he stopped and dropped to his knees in front of me. I hoped he didn’t mind the fact I was naked down below.

My little pussy bald as the day I was born. I liked to keep it that way for my swimming costume. When he started to lick me, I almost fell over. The feeling was unlike anything I could have imagined. His tongue seemed to drive my clit to new heights of ecstasy.
As he kept licking, he started to insert first one finger then another. My body took over then. I started to fuck onto his fingers. Harder and faster. I wanted his cock but hell this felt sooo good. My orgasm was so close. My whole body, no my whole being was vibrating on his fingers. When he pulled them out, I screamed at him to put them back but he just took me in his arms and I felt his hardened cock touch my now fully erect clit.
Feeling this soft yet hard interloper slide in between my pussy lips was all it took to drive me over the edge.

“Ohhhhhhh Fuuuuuuccccckkkkk Yessssss! Ohhhhhhhhhh Gawwddddddd don’t stop!”

I could hear someone shouting but it wasn’t till his mouth covered mine I realised it was me. He didn’t stop and cum after cum rolled over my body. It was during one of my orgasms I felt the first male cum inside me. Hot yet filling he shot his load deep into me. He never worried if I was on the pill and truthfully, I was that naive I figured I was safe as we were standing up.

We stood for what seemed like ages locked in an embrace the water cascading over us. Totally oblivious to anything. I had never felt so tired nor so satisfied. He told me the circus was moving on in two days’ time. I told him I wanted to stay with him as I was just in the road at home. We arranged where to meet after the main circus had left.
The day I was to run away came and with some clothes packed into my school haversack I grunted a farewell to my mum thinking I would show her and left to meet my cowboy
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PART TWO ————–Making my own Way in a strange City—————-

Cowboys may stay in the saddle a little bit longer but they get bored very easily. Soon my cowboy and I after a year of being together, fucking and living like man and wife were continually at each other’s throats. Mostly because he became so jealous.

An older lover is great but they have to be confident in themselves. So here I stood, in a city I did not know and with only the few clothes I had bought or brought with me. I had enough money for a room and food for about a month so had to find a job pretty fast. I went to the local cafe and was going through one of the papers while I had a coffee. One of the waitresses stopped by my table.

“Something wrong honey?”

“Yes, I need to find a job and a place to stay. You know of anything?”

“Place to stay is easy. My young boarder just up and left with some circus so I am looking for a new boarder to help me with my rent. You interested?”

Wasn’t that just like the thing? He seems to have swapped her for me, though I had to admit she was welcome to him. Me I was getting a roof over my head, no more canvas winds and rain. No older guy shouting at me not to wear this or that.

“Yes. I would love it!”

Her smile was lovely she was in her mid-thirties and made me feel real welcome. When she came back, she had a full breakfast and coffee with her. I told her I hadn’t ordered it she smiled saying she thought I needed something to eat she was so right I was famished. Her break came and I’d finished my meal we headed for the house she owned. It was lovely. She told me she preferred a month in advance but when she saw how little my wallet was padded out seemed to take pity on me.

“Okay, I’m Stacey Sue Hargreaves most just call me Stacey. You best prove I am not wrong about you honey!”

“I’m Toni, Toni Marsden. Now I just need to get a job and your money will be paid straight up. I Promise!”

After about 3 weeks of looking, I was getting desperate I’d tried every place in the city. Ok well maybe not every place but it felt like it and I was getting nowhere. My money was dwindling and though I was only a week behind with the rent I could not see how I was going to get money. I was so desperate as I sat drinking coffee, reading the vacancies.

“Hey Toni, there’s a woman comes in here says they are looking to hire at her place. You may not like it its Kissogram work. Says its good money though!”

“Ummmmmm not sure if I could do that though but give me the address and I will try it and see.”

Ok I had lived with a cowboy for over a year but really, I was still shy when it came to anything to do with the opposite sex. Desperation though is a great persuader. I didn’t feel I could go back home; my mom was probably better off without me.

Yes, I missed my mom more than I thought I would. Even cried myself to sleep at times wishing I was still at home. Plucking up the courage I got the number for the Kissogram agency. Ok! Ok! It stayed in my bag for nearly another week but by then I was way behind with my rent and had nothing else to sell. Stacey was great but it could not go on much longer her subsidising me. So, I sat wrote a little spiel and picked up the phone and rang.

“J and T Promotions, how can we be of service?”

“Erm, hello,”

I wanted to hang up but knew if I did, I would never ring again.

“I was wondering if you had any vacancies? I’m afraid I don’t have any experience!”

“One moment please.”

I heard the telephonist click onto another line and the telephonist tell someone they had an enquirer for a vacancy. A soft voice said put them through,

“Connecting you now!”

“Hi,”

his voice was a deep, soft Texas drawl and my toes almost curled up,

“I’m John Latimer, I think you are enquiring about a position, can you come in to the office?”

“Errrr Yes! When?”

“How about this afternoon, let’s see its 11 now, shall we say about 2!”

Oh, gawd that voice was almost making me cream in my nix. If he had of kept talking, I could have cum while he was on the phone.

“Yes, I’ll be there!”

I set about showering and dolling myself up. What was funny was, here I was a shy person, yet not only was I wearing my best outer gear, I was wearing my best lingerie too. My heart was beating as I entered the office and saw the receptionist, I presume I had spoken to on the phone.

“I’m Toni Marsden; I have a meeting with a Mister John Latimer at 2pm I was on the phone this morning.”

My nerves were really bad and I was fighting to hold it together. She simply smiled and looked me up and down, then clicked a switch on the intercom.

“John, I have Toni Marsden here, for her 2 o’clock meeting with you!”

There was no reply on the intercom and as I stood at the desk waiting for what seemed like hours and was about two minutes I wondered if maybe I was doing the wrong thing. Suddenly a door flew open, a man in his late twenties, dressed in shirt and suit trousers standing something like 6ft 2in smiled and sticking out his hand said,

“Hi, I’m John Latimer,”

that same deep drooling voice had me damp straight away,

“Come inside, I won’t bite, YET!”

with a big smile. We shook hands and I went with him into his office. I could feel him looking at me and was glad I had my best outer wear on. Even glad that my miniskirt was micro. I sat where he showed me and listened while he told me of what his organization did.

Which was basically providing saucy Kissogram in various costumes for birthdays and such? I came back to earth as he explained there was a no sex rule between customers and employees. All I could do was smile, inside my soul was cumming just listening to his voice. He showed me a selection of outfits I was expected to wear they were very provocative. Some so skimpy you would always have your undies on show and some where you would be unable to wear a bra.

“Now I need to see you in your underwear as we have a certain standard to keep.”

I looked and wondered is he k**ding he wants me to strip!

“You want me to take off my clothes right here?”

“Yes, if you are not comfortable with that, I’m afraid you would not be comfortable working here!”

I stood and slowly more through nerves than trying to be sexy, dropped off my clothes till I was standing in just my bra and panty set.

“Turn around!”

I did as I was told without question knowing he was eyeing me up and down and hoping he didn’t talk too much in case my juices dampened my panties. As I finished and was facing him, he simply said.

“Okay we will give you a try but you need to buy different underwear. We will advance you the money and Jackie outside will take you to the lingerie shop and purchase what we would like you to wear for the job. She will also get your statistics and have a few photographs taken for our clients to peruse!”

I dressed and left in some ways sad to be out of his company in others really glad. Jackie was already sitting with her coat on ready for us to go. We chatted about the firm and she seemed to think it was a great place to work. She also went out on jobs sometimes. She told me there was always extra money to be had as long as you were careful.

Truthfully, I hadn’t a clue what she was talking about. We were in an expensive lingerie shop some of the sets were more money than I had seen in one go in my life. But Jackie just laughed and said,

“Don’t worry about paying this back once your pictures have been taken. I can tell you will look great and if you look great, they won’t ask for the money back. Now let’s slip into the changing room and try some of this stuff on. We need to make sure it’s just right for your photo shoot, okay!”

We stepped into the changing rooms. I have to admit I was as nervous stripping down in front of this young woman as I was the first time, I had with my cowboy though I had no idea why.

At first, she helped me on and went and changed sizes of items though sometimes, I felt she touched me a lot more than necessary. Odd thing was it had been so long since any one had touched me sexually and now my worries were gone. I liked it in a sort of odd way.

Please don’t misunderstand me I had no idea about lesbianism and had never had feelings for another woman.

Jackie seemed to get more and more emboldened as I never complained and as I stood in this silk cami and funny knickers (I learnt later they were French knickers I had never seen anything like them) she ran her hands slowly down my sides and looking me squarely in the eyes pulled me close and kissed me.

I had never been kissed by a woman well that is except my mom and one or two aunts but nothing like this. This was no friendly kiss this was a full-on lovers kiss. I felt her tongue touching my lips and my mouth opened to this soft smooth interloper.

Soon my tongue was fencing with hers as my body felt the warmth of her hands as they touched and stroked. Sometimes tweaking sometimes rolling, my nipples were like organ stops. I didn’t know what to do never having felt like this with another woman. So, I started to copy her hands.

She was still fully clothed but I wasn’t having that. I eased open the buttons on her blouse her breasts filling her bra cups. Gently yet forcefully I got her breasts out of their restrictions. Feeling another woman’s breasts was soooo different to when I felt my own.

Soon her nipples were as hard as mine and I lowered my mouth onto one. Jackie though already had my cami off and was really sucking on my nipples while kneading them. Each manipulation made me damper between my legs. My clit was straining to be touched and oddly I wanted this woman to do it. Her soft hands eased inside the leg of the French knickers I was wearing and started to stroke my lips and touch and play with my clit. I wanted her more than I could ever have imagined, though what I was going to do with her I really didn’t know.

I forced her skirt which was short and tight up over her hips so I could get at her panties. Her panties were the sexiest things I had ever seen. And as my hand slid in to them and started to try and slip inside her pussy lips she said.

“NO! Do it slowly just as though you were doing it to yourself.”

So, thinking how I liked to masturbate, I started to do it with her. I could feel her lips filling out, puffing up and her clit under my ministrations starting to rear out of its little sleeve. When I felt this, I started to really suck her nipples and work her clit that much harder. Soon she was moaning quite loudly and I tried to shush her in case the lass who was serving heard us. Jackie took no notice. Instead she pulled me over to this sort of couch and laying me down on it came around and straddled over my head.

I hadn’t a clue what she wanted me to do. None of the girls had ever talked about doing it with another woman so I just looked at the pussy that was being lowered to my face. Then I felt her mouth kiss mine and her tongue start to lick my lips. Ohhhhhhhhh the feeling I had never felt anything like it. Though I had given oral to my cowboy he had never returned the compliment. I copied what she was doing. Finally sucking her clit into my mouth and allowing my tongue to flick it while pushing two fingers into her pussy.

Jackie was like someone with breathing difficulties. Infact at one point I almost stopped but realised that the more I fucked her with my fingers and sucked her clit the more she panted. Soon she was fucking my fingers and face and me I was just as bad. I had stopped worrying about the noise we were making and allowed my orgasm to just flood over me or should I say flood over Jackie. I came like a tap.

It was at this precise moment the shop assistant walked in. She didn’t say anything just stripped and while I still licked and finger fucked Jackie’s pussy she stood between my legs. I couldn’t believe it I could feel a cock. Soft, yet hard enough to penetrate me! I could feel her hips banging between my legs. My pussy responded immediately. I was humping her cock. How could a woman have such a nice big cock, it filled me just right? It didn’t take long for another orgasm to start deep inside me. As it started her cock started to buzz.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh Gaaawwwwwwdddd! Yes! Yes! Faster, I’m cuuuuuuummmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnngggggggg!”

I couldn’t figure out how she had a cock like a mans nor how it was so much better than a man’s, all I could do was lay there and literally squirt my cum. Something I had never done before not like this. When she pulled out, I saw it was a man’s cock at least shaped like a man’s cock but in some sort of rubber attached to a harness.

“You wanna try using this hon?”

I watched as she unstrapped the harness and the dick about 9″ long and quite fat hung from it in her hand. Really, I was surprised at myself as I quickly got up and with Jackie telling me she was really close quickly donned this magnificent male appendage. Pulling Jackie to the end of the couch I slung her legs over my shoulders and without any further ado slammed my new cock right up her. Oh, that feeling of power! I saw her wince and yet smile at the same time. I was in control for probably the first time in my life.

“Get your pussy over her mouth while I fuck her good!”

Was that me taking charge? I watched with satisfaction as the assistant straddled Jackie’s head. I was slowly building up speed and Jackie was humping me back. The feeling was amazing. So, this is what a guy felt when he slammed into you. I had no thought about giving her pleasure I just wanted to hear her cum. The more she moaned as I slammed into her, the harder I did it. Till I could hear her screaming only muffled by the pussy over her mouth.

“Yyyyyeeeeeeeeeesssssssssss, Fffffffuuuuuuuucccccckkkkk Mmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Gaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwdddddddd dddddddoooooooonnnn’ttttttt Stttttooooooopppp!”

The assistant was already humping her pussy onto Jackie’s face and screaming she was cumming as Jackie suddenly screamed humped off the couch to meet me and fell backwards. Her hand falling limply towards the floor. I thought ohhhhh gawd I’ve killed her with pleasure. I pulled out and pushed the assistant who was still screaming she had cum. Jackie’s chest was rising normally so she wasn’t dead. As I checked at her head her eyes slowly opened and she smiled.

“I must have passed out.”

The three of us dressed and taking my new lingerie all wrapped and in carriers we headed to my flat, Well I definitely needed a shower before any one started taking pictures of me. I was worn out, sticky and so exhausted with satisfaction.

Chapter 3: ——————— The Photo shoot —————————

Dropping my bags of Lingerie and some sex toys onto the bed in my room. I kicked off my shoes and threw off my clothes. Picking up a towel, I headed for the shower. I ached all over. Using that strap on was fun but had my muscles aching in places I never thought I had muscles. Even the cheeks of my ass were cramping through use. The hot water streamed over me like a natural waterfall and I drifted away into the soothing heat. It was Stacey’s shout that brought me back from my reverie. I felt better, though the aches were still there, they were manageable and wrapping the towel around me I stepped out the bathroom and into the kitchen where Stacey was making coffee.

“Well. Did you get the job?”

“Yes!”

I tried not to let her see the look of satisfaction on my face I felt sure she would know I had just had a group sex session.

“Yeah, know something honey getting that job sure has brought life to your face your eyes are literally sparkling. Just like the cat that got the cream!”

“It’s the relief, I think. Knowing I will be able to pay you back.”

I had to hope I didn’t blush, as I thought yes pussy that got the juice was a fair description. She just smiled.

Feeling less wracked with pain after my shower and tiredness catching up with me, I finished my coffee. I told her I was going to have an early night as I had a photo session the next day. She just smiled telling me she was going to watch TV for a little while but would keep the noise down. Not that it mattered I didn’t even bother putting anything on to sleep in. Instead I let the towel fall and fell into bed literally falling asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

You dream odd things sometimes and have no control over your dreams. It was the same for me that night. I was in a large limo one of these stretch things though it was an odd one as it had an empty bath in it and I was in there with John Latimer, Jackie and the shop assistant when Stacey served us all large cups of a thick chocolate and paint brushes. At first, we sort of mixed the chocolate with our brushes then Jackie painted a large strip across the pert tits of the shop assistant making sure she coloured in her areolas. Then she did the same to me, my nipples erected immediately.

John made us all stand and painted all the women’s bald pussies. The feeling I was getting as he sank to his knees and started to lick the chocolate off my clit was driving me crazy. Sorry it sounds weird and disconnected but that’s how it was till the alarm went off and shocked me out of my dream. I knew it must have been a hot dream I was not just damp but soaking between my legs. How I wish I had more time to play but I didn’t so quickly under a hot shower to wake me up and then laying out all my undies picked the ones that I not only liked the most but which made me look really sexy too.

I was told a car would pick me up at 8am and they were dead right. Spot on the dot a large silver-grey Rolls Royce pulled up outside our door. The man in uniform jumped out and as I got to the car opened the rear door for me to enter. I felt like a queen. It takes about 30 minutes miss, so if you would settle back, I’ll soon have you there. The seats literally pulled me into them and cuddled me.

I had never felt luxury like this in my whole short life. There was no car engine noise as we whooshed along the roads stopping some 30 minutes later outside a big modern studio nothing like the little poky shop I had imagined. As soon as the car came to a halt the driver was around to open the car door and then the studio door.

Inside the door was a plush reception area and a nice-looking guy smiled.

“Hi there, are you the girl from J and T Productions, a Miss Toni Marsden?

“Yes.”

the butterflies were running through my stomach area now. He had spoken with such an effeminate drawl but showed a really warm smile.

“Take a seat, Marian will be with you shortly. He is just checking everything is ready. There are two makeover people coming in so you get the best look for your photograph.”

I sat down just as a man and a woman came in and straight away started to chat with the lad on the reception desk. He pointed to me though I couldn’t quite make out what he had said and the butterflies in my stomach were turning into sea eagles.

“Hi! I’m Sarah and this is Pete. Come with us and we will get you ready!”

We went into a sort of salon room and they clicked on the lights and sat me in the hairdresser’s chair that was before me. Sarah opened up her vanity case and he opened up a larger valise. They must have carried every type of makeup and hair implement in their respective cases. It was decided that Pete would wash my hair again to remove the hair spray I had used and while it was drying Sarah was going to remove my make up from my face. It didn’t take them long to get into it. Pretty soon they were down to the bare canvass of my face and hair so to speak.

You have to understand I am from a small town, and have never had a makeover basically because the cost would have been more than I could afford. So, I had no idea what to expect from either the hair and makeup treatment or the photo shoot. My nerves were tingling and my excitement was on the boil, these two people fussed and messed about. All of a sudden Sarah said,

“Right we need you to drop your clothes off.”

“Isn’t there a screen of some kind,”

I almost shrieked Yes, I know what went on yesterday but that was yesterday and these were two complete strangers.

“Screen?”

they both gave knowing looks laughing together and in unison said,

“Honey we have to check your body hair!”

The shock of what they had just said seemed to have me in a trance on the one hand I badly needed this job and on the other I was that excited still from my dream I wondered if this obviously gay guy was going to try it on with me. No sooner had the thought crossed my mind than the feeling shot through my enlarged clit. As though hypnotised, I stood and dropped off my clothes and with a look from Sarah even dropped off my thong.

They circled around me touching and teasing at one point I felt A quick sharp pain and realised they must have removed a hair from my back. Sarah made me spread my legs and as I keep my pussy totally shaved smiled nodding to Pete.

“No need to wax this then looks like someone keeps it really neat.”

Sarah said,

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm and just look how excited she is.”

Pete surprised me as he said that out loud.

He was of course dead right I not only had an enlarged clit but it was almost erect fully and coming out of the cover. Try as I might I could not get the events of yesterday out of my head and my legs wide with two strangers examining me did little to turn me off. In truth that fact alone had me horny as hell. Sarah’s Hand slid to my clit touching it gently in a circular motion.

“Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh Gggaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwddddddd. YYeeeeeeeessssssssssss!”

Pete was commenting on how wet I was, then without changing tone said,

“Bet you can’t bring her off before he’s ready for her!”

“You’re on!”

Sarah said and her finger slid up inside me, she was gradually pushing another finger inside me. Me I was just humping what she gave me. Totally lost in the need to just cum. I could hear my pussy juice and feel it sloshing about inside me. At that minute I would have fucked anything. Then I felt Sarah’s naked hips slip between my thighs. And what I couldn’t believe was she had a cock. Not some latex thing but a real man’s cock. I was so confused here was this really good-looking woman nice tits and everything with a near perfect cock below.

It wasn’t massive but gawd how she could use it. I watched as Pete got behind her, I knew he must be fucking her arse and the harder he fucked her the harder she was fucking me and now I was trying like mad to feel her shoot into me right up inside. Her cock about 5″ in length was hammering into me as she moaned and then I heard myself and felt my flood start. The moan was close to that of a banshee and as my cum rolled out of my body she shot deep inside me with Pete cumming virtually at the same time.

There was no time for afters. Just as they separated from me this tall, blonde muscularly man came in and hooking some clothes over a rail in the corner said,

“They’re in order for the shoot, I’m Marian and when you’re ready come through! Don’t take all day you’ve had your fun.”

I was shaking as I took hold of the first outfit a simple bikini, Skimpy and bright red. I had to squeeze into it to get it on and was so frightened to breathe too much in it in case I burst the top. I was so nervous either my juice or Sarah’s seed would run out and through it but it didn’t. I stepped through into a large well-lit studio with a large green screen.

“Come on haven’t you ever done this before. Times money you know?”

He obviously realised I hadn’t done this before as I just stood there not knowing what to do.

“Ok just stand in front of the screen honey, we’ll but a background in later ok. Now then, that’s it! Lean forward we want the client to see those assets of yours. Right slip out and put on the next outfit!”

The outfits were basic Kissogram stuff you know French Maid, with white frilly panties and very short black dress; they even had a cheer leader outfit too. When the pictures where finished I was told to wait to take them to John at the office. Doesn’t waiting become a pain; it felt like hours but really was just about 45 minutes and he gave me a large sealed envelope.

“He’s expecting you so go straight there!”

I went outside the Roller was still there and the chauffeur jumped straight out and opened the door. The driver explained it was because he wanted me out and working as soon as he could but hell, I could get used to driving around in one of these.
Jackie was at the reception desk when I went in and told me to go through with a big smile and a wink. I was really going to like this job. John took the envelope and flicked through the photos and suddenly said,

“Ok you’re finished for the day. Go home and I’ll pick you up at 7pm. I’ll have a couple of dresses for you to choose from delivered. Pick the one you like best. We are going to shadow one of the girls so you can see how we work okay!”

“Yes, I’ll be ready!”

I knew by the smile he was happy with the photos now all I had to do was learn how to be a Kissogram. Nothing to it, I hoped so with a mixture of juices running into my thong I left for home needing a shower and something to eat!

Chapter 4: ————— Shadowing one of the Kissogram Girls —————-

I was half asleep when there was a knock on the door. I Jumped up glad I wasn’t undressed and opening the door found a young guy with four boxes.

“Delivery for Toni Marsden”
“Yes, that’s me! Can you just bring them inside?”

He brought the packages in and I tipped him $10, never having had money to tip anyone before. I wasn’t sure if that was the right amount but he seemed happy enough about it as he smiled and left.

I couldn’t wait to see what was inside the boxes and with a lot of excitement opened them all. There were four beautiful dresses, in different styles and colours all my size. I had to try them on. Stacey walked in as I was looking at them and was as excited as I was. I tried each one on and between us we picked the dress that not only showed off my figure but looked exquisite on. It was a black dress with bare shoulders and a bra inside to hold my breasts. There was jewels across the shoulder strap that looked like diamonds but couldn’t be. I started getting ready and then realised I hadn’t had any tea so settled for a glass of milk. Picking up the little clutch bag that was with the dress and looking in our full-length mirror, I was really pleased with the result. The black shoes were higher than I was used to but I soon felt comfortable in them.

There was a knock on the door and the chauffeur was standing there, the Rolls Royce parked just outside. Following him out, he opened the rear door and I climbed inside. John was sitting there on the back seat and offered me some champagne in one of those fancy glasses you see in the movies. I had never had it before and the bubbles tickled my nose. To be honest it was very sharp for me but I drank it.

“Tonight, we will be guests at a special eighteenth party, for the mayor’s son Barry. So, you can watch what our girl does and know what you will be doing.”

John said.

I had just finished the drink when the car pulled up at this massive house which was all lit up and a young man opened the car door for me to get out. I felt sure that everyone would hear the beating of my heart as it sounded so loud in my ears. John came and taking my hand, which helped me settle down we entered the house.

It was massive inside too almost as big as the marquee the circus had. People were dancing to an orchestra as John, still holding my hand went down the stairs with me staying as close as I could. We walked around the outer area of the dance floor while John said hello to different ones and introduced me. Loads of the city dignitaries were there some who took my hand and kissed the back others that just said hello but looked me up and down.
Then a man dressed in a black suit white shirt and tie banged a little gong and said loudly,

“Dinner is served!”

The orchestra kept playing while the people went and sat in their allotted seats. Thankfully they sat me next to John as I had no idea what utensils to use and which order either. John realised it and whispered just follow me. The different courses were served by waiters and waitresses all in black and white. I had never been treat like this and thought this is how the rich must live.

With the meal over the orchestra started to play “Happy Birthday” and they wheeled in a massive cake probably about four feet round with candles lit on it. A chair was brought out and placed facing the cake and the young guy whose birthday it was, was made to sit on it. I felt sorry for him in a way you could see how embarrassed he was which I mentioned to John.

John simply told me to watch and after the compulsory singing of happy birthday to you the orchestra stopped and every body was quiet. Suddenly the top of the cake burst open and a woman dressed in what I would call a very business-like suit came through it to cat calls and the drummer playing and people clapping.

She looked to be in her early twenties and stepped onto a side step then jumped down onto the floor. She had long blonde hair and swayed about the young man on the chair. Once she stood in front of him, she took hold of the jacket fastenings and simply ripped it open leaving her standing in white shirt and trousers. Still swaying in a sexy style, she eased the white shirt out of her trousers and holding the front pulled that off her body leaving her standing in trousers and a sequined bra.

She kept going close to him making kissing noises as she was close but never touched him. She walked over to the lad and whispered something in his ear then took his hands and placed them on either side of the trouser fastenings and shouted to him to pull.

He did and was left slightly red faced as the trousers simply came in two, leaving her in just a very small pair of panties that matched her bra. She slowly sat on his knee, before saying out loud that this was a present from his parents and placing her arms around his neck gave him a big kiss there was cheers and cries of lucky bugger and stuff like that. The girl stood up and took the lad by the hand dragging him into another room to shouts and cat calls. He reappeared about thirty minutes later with the bra and panty set held up high.

John and I had enjoyed the show and a woman in a red dress very posh looking came over to talk to us.

“Hiya John did you enjoy the show?”

It was only then I realised she was the lady from the cake.

“Yes, it was a very nice performance, what about the bra and panties?”

“He keeps them with a card I sign saying “Happy Birthday” they are his present. If he has been nice, he gets to see me strip them off. If he has a case of wandering hands, I have a spare set in a box with the card already written out. Mind there isn’t many that try to grab, but you do get the odd few.”

I smiled thinking I could easily do that when I realised John was introducing me to her.
“This is Toni Marsden, Toni this is Carol Fleming stage name “Fleur” Toni has just started with us.”
We smiled at each other while John was taken to join a group of guys’ that were talking business and Carol went on to tell me that though the money from the firm was very good the tips were excellent. If you don’t want to have sex with them, they generally still give a tip. She advised me to go on the pill and always carry a condom as there was no way they would marry you if you became pregnant.

“Do you regularly have sex with them?”
“Well you know it’s against the company’s policy?”
“Yes!”
“Well some suggest it; just never forget we don’t do the suggesting its always them and you never discuss money. If you don’t want to have sex just say no, any trouble and John will sort it for you”
“He is generally there if it’s a new client just in case. For your first few jobs you will probably find he shadows you.”
“So, what happened tonight with the young lad?”
“He was rock hard by the time I got him out there. His daddy came out and told me a hand job would be okay. Once his dad had gone, I stripped as sexily as I could. Taking his cock in my hand did a few wanks and he shot his cum on my legs. He only took a few minutes but I got a $150 tip. Along with the job money means I made $300 and it cost me $60 for the for the underwear set and card which I can claim as a legit business expense.”
“Wow, that’s good money! So how did you pick your name?”
“I like flowers but with your hair colour, something to do with fire!”
“Thanks, yes I like Flame or Blaze,”
“Well Flame would work well with Fleur if we ever have to work together, sometimes they like that!”

She finished her drink and said she had to leave as she had a stag party to go to. We caught up with John, Fleur told him she was leaving suggesting it might be worthwhile if I shadowed her as it was totally different doing a stag party compared to what I had just seen. He agreed and told us to take the roller with the chauffer. It took forty-five minutes to get to the next job. On the way she told me this would probably lead to sex but only if I was okay with that, saying if I didn’t want to but I stopped her there telling her I was a big girl and we both laughed.

We arrived at the place where the stag party was being held and Fleur told me she could introduce me as Flame, if I still wanted to go ahead or if I just wanted to watch I could sit in the dressing room. She would explain I was just learning. I have to admit I was so nervous not of the sex part but because I had no idea what I was letting myself in for. She reached into a side panel of the car and taking a glass and the bottle of vodka out poured us both a shot.

“Drink it down it will give you some Dutch courage.”

I felt the liquid burn my throat all the way down to my stomach and yes it settled my nerves so with the chauffeur standing by the open door we climbed out of the luxury car and headed in. It was a big place, obviously some sort of night club. Fleur went in and I saw her talking to the organiser. She came over and told me it was okay to sit in the dressing room and watch or join in later if I felt like it.

Nervous as I was, I was also excited. The organiser showed us into the dressing room where a woman was already sat waiting, watching a large monitor.

“We will be recording this as part of the grooms present.”

The woman told us, she was the bride to be and her name was Valerie. Her dad had sneaked her in through the rear door and into the dressing room. She went on to tell Fleur that she would go out first and would perform a sex act on the groom who would be tied to a chair. Then releasing him would take him into the other dressing room, at that point Fleur would perform her act. We watched and heard the scr****g of chairs being moved around could hear the chants of the men waiting as the organiser got the groom into position in the centre tied to his chair. Then there was a knock on the door and a voice said

“He is all ready for you!”

Watching Valerie go out in her full head mask she looked the spitting image of Fleur. Apparently, that’s why Fleur was chosen. She danced and swayed to the music and started to run her hands over the naked groom’s chest. We could see her straddling her man’s knees as he tried to beg her to stop. She kissed his chest then started to lick his nipples, her hand slid slowly up his thighs to many copious shouts. As she slid off his knees, she eased his cock out of his undies and started to kiss it. Even from here we could see it was rock hard and his pleading stopped as she took him in hand and wanked and sucked him for a few minutes. Pulling her head away at the last moment so everyone could see him shoot his cum up into the air to applause and jeers. Being honest watching had me quite excited.

Fleur stepped out into the bright lights of the room, I found I was as excited as the men. She danced this way and that and after each step opened up one of the buttons on her dress, some from the bottom some from the top till only the two buttons in the middle held the dress together. Still dancing she worked her bra out of the top of her dress and flinging it up in the air where several men tried to grab it. The winner was pulled into the centre and made to sit on the now empty grooms chair.

I felt at ease as no one could see me, so I lifted the hem of my skirt and gently rubbed my now inflamed pussy lips. It didn’t take me long to start getting close to my orgasm, as I watched Fleur remove the clothes from the man sitting on the centre chair. When she pulled the guys pants off his cock sprung to attention and what a cock it was. It looked like a large zucchini. My fingers worked faster than ever. At some point you always reach that I CAN’T STOP NOW no matter what and as I reached it the door opened and in walked the organiser.

There I was legs wide open, knickers hanging on one ankle. My hand going fifty to the dozen almost at my vinegar stroke as the guys used to say where I come from. He simply pulled his nice fat juicy cock from his pants and making me stand and lean over the chair my hand still working my clit slid right up inside me. I fought to hold back my orgasmic scream as I felt the flood of juice run out of me followed almost immediately by the gush of this man’s cum washing my insides and then cascading down my thighs.

Looking at the monitor I was amazed to see Fleur in the middle of a gang of men all either being sucked, fucked or wanked either by her hands or their own. The organiser who I later learned was called Dave had made way for two other men. One with a smaller cock that made me suck it into my mouth, well, made is wrong I happily took what he offered me. The second man literally had what I was told was called sloppy seconds, in this case. It was made even worse as I started to gush again while he shot his load deep inside me. Almost simultaneous the cock in my mouth shot also, almost choking me.

With the door wide open some of the men joined my party and some just stayed with Fleur. It felt like I was fucking for hours but in fact it was probably only about an hour at most. I couldn’t tell you how many men had enjoyed filling my holes, nor how many orgasms I had had. I knew I was glad when it all stopped my body was wracked with muscle pain and my pussy just wanted a rest. Looking up to the monitor I saw Fleur pulling on her dress and heading towards the dressing room. The organiser came in with Fleur and gave me $300 tip and said he would settle up with John tomorrow as he knew it would be double the price as they had used both girls.

I couldn’t believe I had just made enough to pay my back rent and still have some left, for an hour’s work. I offered half to Fleur but she told me she had already been paid and recommended I buy a little card machine as it was safer than carrying cash. I told her I needed to go home and climb into a hot bath to relax and we both laughed. Heading outside we climbed into the Roller and he dropped off Fleur first as she lived the closest to the club and then me.

It was almost 12 midnight when I walked in the door and was greeted by Stacey who told me she would run my bath if I sat and drank some warm milk. It was like heaven getting into the bath and Stacey like my mother hen woke me up after twenty minutes with a warm nightie and a bed already turned down. I don’t remember much after that other than contentment.

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