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“Ander,” she
finally rasped. When he raised his head, she continued, “Can we...can we try
the vibrator?”

Nodding
wordlessly, he reached for it and for the lube on the nightstand. He knelt
between her splayed legs and squirted lube out onto his hand. She could see
everything much more clearly tonight from the light from the bathroom. “I’ll
use my hand first, like last time,” Ander explained.

Lori gave a nod
and then stared at him, hypnotized by her physical desire and by the sight of
the mostly naked man reaching his hand down to her groin.  Ander stroked her
open and wasted no time in sliding two fingers into her wet, pulsing channel.
She arched her neck and parted her lips at the feel of the penetration.

Rhythmically, Ander
fucked her with his fingers for a few minutes, causing her to twist in pleasure
and reach up to grab the headboard. He seemed to be stretching her, pushing
against her inner walls. He avoided touching her clit, though, which is where
she really wanted him.

Finally, she
managed to choke out, “If you rub my clit, I think I can come.”

“I know,” Ander
said in a low voice. “But when you come, you’ll get tighter. That might make
intercourse more difficult. I know everyone says that orgasms relax you
beforehand, but you get a lot tighter after an orgasm. You’re tight already and
you don’t need to get any tighter. I’d suggest we wait, but I can do whatever
you’d prefer.”

It made sense.
She certainly didn’t want to make intercourse any more uncomfortable than it
had to be, but the logic didn’t help ease her urgent, wriggling body.

“The vibrator?”
she prompted.

Ander picked up
the vibrator and slicked it up with lubricant. “You see how it’s curved?” He
cleared his voice before he continued. “It’s made to easily reach your g-spot.”

He gently
inserted the slim, pink device into her channel and she felt pressure on her
upper wall. He thrust it slowly, and it moved easily with the lube and her own
moisture. “Do you feel your g-spot? There?”

She felt a
tingling pressure from the press of the vibrator. “Yeah.” Despite her intense
arousal, she felt curiosity prompt her. “I thought from the way it’s described
in love scenes that hitting your g-spot would cause this huge jolt of
pleasure.”

Ander shook his
head, still pumping the vibrator slowly inside her. “It can get that way, but
it’s a cumulative effect. Most women need to be aroused before they can feel it
at all. Then it takes some building up before you can get the best sensations.”

As he continued
pumping, she started to feel the tingling pleasure intensify.

“Do you want to
try it,” he asked, “To make sure you can find it yourself?”

Lori reached
down between her legs to take the vibrator and slide it in and out like Ander
had. It was a little embarrassing, but his lessons would do her no good if she
couldn’t find it on her own. She angled it until she felt her g-spot again and
parted her lips at the renewed stimulation.

“Good?” Ander
asked, his eyes moving from her face to the device that was penetrating her
intimately, wet now and making a faint, embarrassing sucking sound as she moved
it.

“Yeah.”

She let Ander
take over the vibrator again, and she gasped as he turned it on. The sensations
swelled up so intensely and so quickly that she arched and clawed at the
sheets.

“Too much?” he
asked. She couldn’t see his eyes in the dim room. Couldn’t read his expression.

She fisted her
fingers in the sheets. “Really, really good.”

He kept pumping
the pulsing vibrator against her g-spot until Lori’s body tightened brutally
and she panted loud and frantic.

Then he pulled
it out. “Sorry. I better stop now or you’ll come. You should be able to get a
really good orgasm that way. If you can’t get all the way there, try rubbing
your clit at the same time.”

Lori nodded in
acknowledgement of this advice. Her cheeks blazed, and she could feel herself
perspiring. Her arousal was a throbbing ache between her legs. “I really need
to come,” she admitted, tempted to sneak her own hand between her legs.

“Are you ready
for intercourse?”

“Yeah. Please.”

Ander returned
the vibrator to the nightstand as he climbed off the bed. She watched as he
slid his silk boxers down over his hips. His erection sprang free and bobbed a
few times. He was big—at least as far as Lori could tell—hand even in the low
light she could see that his shaft was a slightly deeper color than the rest of
him.

When he picked
up a condom packet, a clench of anxiety tightened in her throat. To distract
herself, Lori asked, “What happens if you aren’t able to get it up?”

Ander slanted
her another odd look. “No worries. I have it up.”

Lori snorted.
“I can see that. It’s very impressively up. I was just wondering in general. I
mean, obviously you won’t be attracted to all of your clients. And maybe
sometimes you find them
very
unattractive. Do you have some sort of
mental thing you do to make sure you’re up for the job?”

There was a
pause as Ander rolled a condom down over his erection. “Yes,” he said at last.
“I do. When people say the brain is the most important sexual organ, they’re
not making it up. With some practice, you can think yourself into arousal.”

Lori considered
that as Ander slicked up his condom-encased cock with a good amount of lube. A
weird impulse prompted her to quip, “But you didn’t have to do any mental
acrobatics to get hard for me, did you?”

His lips
twitched. “Of course not.”

She fought a
smile and asked, “You say that to all the girls, don’t you?”

“What do you
think?” He actually smiled at her. It wasn’t broad and it was half-ironic, but Lori
loved how it changed his whole face. “You ready?”

She nodded
again, gulping as he got back into bed and settled himself between her legs. He
was big. And she tried not to envision how tightly he would fit.

“I think we
better start with missionary,” he said, propping himself up above her. “There’s
good reason it’s the old favorite.”

“Sounds good.” Lori
was washed with waves of heat—it seemed to radiate off his body.

“The pressure
is going to be uncomfortable at first. There’s no help for it. You’re very
aroused, so that will make it easier. The pressure will get a lot better once
I’m all the way in. Try to breathe through it and not clench up—just like you
were doing last time. If it’s too bad, tell me and I’ll pull out.”

“Okay.” Once
again, her arms felt awkward and in the way. She ended up putting her hands on Ander’s
shoulders. “I’m ready,” she said, breathing deeply and forcing her pelvic
muscles to stay relaxed.

She felt the
tip of his cock nudging at her entrance. Then about an inch of penetration. It
wasn’t bad. She took another deep breath. As she released it, he eased himself
in a few inches more. More pressure now.

“All right?”

“Yeah,” she
gasped. Her fingers had tightened on his shoulders.

Ander’s eyes
never left her face as he pulled back slightly and readjusted. “Take three more
deep breaths. When you let out your breath the third time, I’m going to go in a
lot deeper.”

She nodded,
tossing her head back and forth on the pillow for a moment as she fought
against her instinctive reactions. Then she focused on breathing as Ander had
directed.

On her third
long exhale, she felt a significant increase in pressure. His slide into her
channel was careful, and at one point he pulled back and re-angled before he
pushed into her again. The discomfort was momentarily so intense she choked out
a pained mew.

She heard Ander
breathing above her, and he held himself very still, his cock sheathed in her
body. “All right?”

Lori nodded
mutely. The worst of the pain was already easing, but the discomfort remained.
She felt too full, too tight, too much.

“Just tell me
when you’re ready.” His voice was a little hoarse, which was unusual enough to
cause her to look up at him. His expression was neutral, however. Just as
professional as ever.

She lay for a
minute or two, breathing, shifting a little beneath him, and trying to adjust
to his size. Finally, she said, “Okay. I think I’m good. Thanks for being so
patient.”

Ander stared
down at her, his eyebrows drawing together slightly. “You can take as long as
you need.”

Lori shook her
head, a few strands of hair sticking to her hot face. “I feel pretty decent.
You’re going to help me, aren’t you? Show me how to do this?”

With a small
smile, he said, “Whatever you want.”

He eased his
cock out halfway, then pitched his hips forward in an experimental thrust. “All
right?”

“Yeah.” She
felt overly stimulated but her nervousness was nearly gone. Instead, a surge of
excitement coursed through her. She was doing this.
She was having sex
.

Ander began a
slow, gentle rhythm, his cock sliding inside her in an increasingly pleasurable
way. “You can move your hips,” he said after a minute. “See if you can match my
rhythm.”

She did as he
instructed, still clinging to his shoulders. It made the friction inside her
feel even better.

“How is it?” Ander
asked. It was hard to see in the darkened room, but she thought he might be
perspiring a little.

“It’s good,”
she admitted, “Still a little uncomfortable but nothing too bad.”

Ander adjusted
above her, getting more leverage with this knees. “Let’s see if we can get you
to come. I’m going to rub your clit, if that’s all right.”

“Yeah. Good.”
Her excitement was rising up now even more, now that the worst was over. And
her previous arousal was building back up. She wanted to come.
Really
wanted to come. “Can we go a little faster?” she asked, starting to get
breathless again.

“Of course.”

Ander adjusted
his weight onto his knees, using one straightened arm to brace himself above
her. He accelerated his rhythm, his pelvis pumping quickly against hers. Then
he squeezed his free arm between their bodies, down near where they were
joined.

Lori gasped in
pleasure when she felt firm pressure on her clit.

“Try to keep
moving with me,” Ander said when she began to wriggle shamelessly in response.

She adjusted
her motion, making sure she met each of his thrusts. The erotic momentum inside
her was now climbing quickly. Her body tensed and her breathing disintegrated
into urgent pants.

Ander’s head
jerked slightly, his eyes cutting to the right. But his voice was low and
soothing as he murmured, “That’s right. Good. You’re getting tighter, but
remember not to clench up too much. You’ll enjoy it more if you relax.”

Lori didn’t
want to relax. She wanted to snatch at the coiled pressure and force it to
finally let go. Her body started to shake as waves of heat and cold washed over
her. Ander’s rhythmic thrusts and the skillful press on her clit trapped her in
erotic urgency. The only sounds she made were thick drags for air, and her
fingers dug into Ander’s strong shoulders.

“You’re almost
there, Lori.” Ander’s voice came as if from a blurry distance. “Try to
breathe.”

She sucked in
air. Then let it out in a slow exhale. Her body bounced desperately with her
feet planted on the mattress and her legs bent up.

“Almost there,”
Ander murmured, “One more breath.”

He was right.
On the next exhale, all of her tension broke in pulses of rippling pleasure. Lori’s
mouth opened wide in a silent cry as her body tried to bend backward.

Ander’s cock
suddenly felt so much thicker and harder inside her. He slowed his thrusting
until he was just making little pushes into her tightened channel. And he
stopped moving completely when Lori’s body began to relax.

A little giggle
escaped her.

Astonished, she
tried to bite her lip over the silly sound, but another one rippled out without
warning. She released Ander’s shoulder so she could clamp her hand over her
mouth as she kept giggling.

It was an absolutely
absurd thing to do. But she was overcome with dizzying relief, pride and
accomplishment. She’d had sex at last. And it had been good. And she’d even
managed to come.

Ander’s
eyebrows went sky-high.

“Sorry,” she
choked out, managing to get herself under control. There was more discomfort
between her legs now—since the rising pleasure had faded and his cock was still
stretching and filling her.

“Is this a good
thing?” Ander asked, his eyes scanning her face.

“Yes,” she
admitted. “It’s good. It was good. Thank you.” Before Ander could reply, she
added, “Aren’t you going to come?”

“Only if you
want me to.”

“Oh. Why
wouldn’t I want you to come?”

“Some of my
clients don’t. And some of them want to delay it for as long as possible. Women
are often able to climax more than once. If you want, we can try…”

Lori made a
face. “I think I’m going to be sore already. No need to push my luck. Why don’t
you come now?”

“It might take
a few minutes,” he said, his eyes oddly searching.

She shrugged.
“That’s fine. I can practice some more.”

“Tell me if I’m
too hard,” Ander shifted his position, bringing both of his arms down to brace
himself. “Or if you change your mind.”

As Ander built
up a new rhythm, fast and just a little harder than he’d been thrusting into
her before, Lori tried to imagine what kind of selfish, heartless bitch would
expect a man to fuck her to orgasm and then pull out without coming himself.
Like he was nothing but a tool, nothing but a dildo.

Then she
realized that was exactly how a lot of men had been using women for
centuries—as objects designed only for male pleasure. Lori knew why most women
ended up in prostitution. Odds were the woman had suffered some sort of abuse
or victimization.