First sex after lockdown - Viv torments Brad

[CougarGirl]

Graham parked his car and yawned; it had been a busy few days since the end of lockdown. He checked his phone to remind himself about his next client.

NEW CLIENT – booked for 6pm to midnight, but may extend if you are available - wants you to call her Viv – admits to early 40s, single – no special requests.

That was the formal stuff. He scrolled to the final section where the booker was able to add her subjective impression.

COMMENTS – sounded like a first timer, had selected you from the website, not sure if she had been drinking or was high or just nervous.

The car clock showed five minutes to six. He grabbed his bag from the back seat and set off for Viv’s flat, just round the corner.



The doorbell rang on the dot of 6pm and the door opened immediately.

‘Viv? Hi, I’m Bradley, but call me Brad.’

‘Hi, come in Brad, you’re right on the button.’

Were those innuendos or was he reading too much into common place remarks?

He dropped his bag and looked around.

‘Nice flat, have you lived here-’ he began but got no further.

‘This is my first time,’ she gabbled, ‘first time I’ve booked, paid for, you know,’ she ended with a shrug.

Brad smiled. Sometimes it was best not to say anything, and he did have a very reassuring smile. That’s what his feedback said.

‘Would you, should we, I mean I’m not sure what …’ she stumbled on and fizzled to a halt.

Time for Brad to take charge, discreetly.

‘Would you like to chat for a while? We’ve got plenty of time.’

She led the way into her sitting room giving Brad his first chance to check her over. He preferred not to make it obvious that he was appraising a client. Mid-40s could be right, but it was difficult to judge; she could be a bit older. A bit on the plump side, but then lots of people had put on weight during lockdown. Nicely dressed in a lime green velvet dress that clung to her ample hips and thighs, a sign of some weight gain perhaps. He was sure he could see the outline of her underwear, the sort she would wear on a hot date.

She gestured to her sofa and he took a seat at the end, leaving her to choose how close to sit. She sank down at the opposite end and gave him a good look, nothing subtle about that. She was checking this was the guy she had picked off the site. Seemingly satisfied, she pushed off her black patent heels and pulled her feet under her, causing the dress to rise up her thighs.

‘That’s a lovely dress, it suits you.’

‘Do you they train you to say things like that?’ Her reply snapped back.

Another smile, just as reassuring as the first.

‘That was rude, I’m sorry. It was kind of you to say so, about the dress I mean. I’ve had it a while but there’s been no chance to wear it what with-’ She didn’t need to complete her sentence, there had been no chance to get out during the pandemic.

This was going to be hard work unless he could settle her down. Fortunately, she had a useful suggestion.

‘Would you like, I mean am I allowed to offer, is it OK for you to have a drink? I could certainly use one,’ she gasped.

Brad deployed his smile again.

‘Thanks, Viv, yes a drink would be lovely. May I just have a juice? I prefer not to take anything strong at this stage.’

She extricated herself from the sofa without revealing more of her anatomy and headed to the kitchen, returning with a glass of wine for herself and an orange juice.

When she settled back onto the sofa she was half way along the sofa and showing a few inches more of her thighs. Brad smiled, this time at the subtlety with which she had moved in on him and the skill with which she had contrived for her dress to rise higher, just a little higher than before. He let his eyes linger on the hem of her dress, long enough for her to realise that he was looking.

Viv took a large gulp from her glass.

‘I didn’t realise it would affect me this much. The sex, I mean or rather the lack of it. I’ve not had any since lockdown, well before actually, early February, the 18th​ to be precise. I’ve been quite frantic lately, which is why I booked-’

‘Why you booked me,’ Brad completed the sentence for her. ‘And I am glad you did, which,’ he went on quickly, ‘isn’t something we’re trained to say.’

She stared for a moment as if working out whether this was a reprimand for her earlier comment. Then she flicked her hair off her shoulder and laughed.

‘Sorry,’ she sounded genuine this time. She took another large gulp. ‘I’m randy as hell to be honest. I guess there are a lot like me at the moment.’

Brad nodded sympathetically. There was a strict rule not to talk about other clients and not to question the clients too closely about themselves. Viv, though, was on a roll.

‘I used to get it regularly before, say once a month or so, and that seemed fine, I never felt desperate, just had a take it or leave it attitude, but if I happened to meet a guy I liked, well why not, if we were both up for it. But …’ Again she stumbled to a halt. ‘I think I need another drink.’ She made to rise, but Brad leaned across to stop her. The last thing he wanted was a drunk client. He put his hand behind her head, pulled her close and kissed her mouth. That broke the spell. She shuffled closer, exposing the top of her stockings and the hint of some bare flesh.

For a moment, Brad wondered which of them was in control.

 

[CougarGirl]

Brad didn’t have long to think about who was in control, before Viv hitched up her dress and straddled him, exposing a flash of bright pink thong between her heavy thighs. She was pulling Brad’s t-shirt over his head before he had a chance to react. He had to get control of the situation, at least enough to get a condom on before she mounted him, which was what she seemed intent on doing. And that would take some subtlety because Viv was on heat and not in the mood to wait. She already had his belt unfastened and his jeans unzipped.

‘Hey,’ he gasped, ‘hold on a minute, won’t you be more comfortable in the bedroom?’

She laughed and shifted to pull his jeans over his hips, releasing his semi-rigid cock.

‘Plenty of time for that later,’ her tone was curt. ‘Right now I need to take the edge off this itch.’

‘At least, let me help you out of your dress.’

At last she paused.

‘That’s it, is it? You want a look at mummy’s tits. All the boys do; you’re just like the rest.’

Brad took advantage of the conversation to pull himself partly free, enough to sit up and reach behind her, pulling her zip with one hand as he held her close to his chest with the other.

With the zip down to her waist, he let go of her and eased her dress down in one fluid movement over her shoulders and down to her waist. Her tits appeared, barely contained by a low cut bra in pink silk to match her panties.

‘Fuck,’ his reaction was well rehearsed. Always make the client feel good about themselves. ‘Oh, Viv.’

She grinned with pleasure and with a flick of her wrist her bra fell away and her large breasts dropped onto her chest, where Brad immediately buried his face in them to be met by the smell of stale sweat.

Viv ran her fingers through his hair as she pulled his head tight against her. but only briefly. Her hands soon fell, one pulling her thong aside and the other rubbing Brad’s cock hard. It would only take one swift movement and she’s have him inside her. And Brad was beginning to thing that Viv was so well practiced that she had done this before. She could almost be an escort herself.

This was the stuff of nightmares. Stories circulated among the guys in the business. This was the sort of thing that happened to beginners and they were never heard of again. But for an established escort this was a disaster. No penetration with a condom, all the clients were told that. And if that happened, all hell broke lose. It had to be reported immediately. Explanations were demanded. Future appointments cancelled. Tests and examinations booked. No more work until given the all clear, assuming the agency wanted to take the risk again. And then there was Alice. Yes, he’d have to tell her, no way would he be able to conceal it. he’d be lucky if she didn’t throw him out, let share a bed with him, still less allow him into her cunt.

Brad braced himself to take advantage of any movement to break free, but she was too fast. She rose slightly and sank. Before he knew it, she had taken him into her hot slippery pussy and was holding him there like a vice.

‘Good,’ she purred quietly. ‘Nice fit. Now we can have some fun.’ And off she went, riding him like a stallion.

 

[CougarGirl]

She was good, Brad had to admit it. Despite the disaster that had just occurred, he could not but admire her skill. The ways she varied the pressure on his cock and the lengths and speed of her strokes, the way she swivelled her hips and twisted this way and that. It reminded him of when he first joined the agency. He had spent a couple of nights with the two top girls on the books at the time. They had showed him the tricks of trade, how to satisfy a woman while keeping control of himself. But even by the end of his time with them, he hadn’t stood any more of a chance than their clients did. He had lasted as long as they allowed and no longer. By the end, his balls were hanging loose and he was cumming dry.

A thought sprang into his mind. Was Viv a mystery client, someone planted by the agency to check on performance? He’d heard rumours and suspected one woman he had met a couple of years before. But he immediately abandoned that idea. Viv was for real. She lacked the detachment of a professional. They were good, but to an experienced eye like his, they could never match the genuine intensity of a client who was desperate for a fuck. And Viv had that look – the pained expression on her face, the arch of her back, the teeth biting her lower lip, the eyes floating back into her head.

But his mind soon came back to the problem he was faced with. Literally. He had to get out from her under, so he waited for the prime moment, when she had risen right up to the tip of his cock, so that only the lips were held between her labia. Then he thrust his hands under her buttocks and pushed up and to the side, toppling her off onto the floor.

‘Bitch,’ he spat at her, ‘have you any idea of the trouble you’ve just caused for me?’

‘Bastard,’ she spat back as she clambered onto her knees and delivered a hard slap across his face, once, twice and then what would have been a third had he not caught her wrist. She wrenched her hand free. ‘Never mind the trouble you’re in, what about me? I was about to cum. Now get down here and finish me off. And,’ she had a devilish grin, ‘don’t pretend that you weren’t enjoying yourself. It must make a change to have your client take the strain.’

No, Brad could not deny it, it had been good. So he fished a condom out of his pocket and mounted her on the rug, crashing hard into her with each thrust. She lay there, her eyes locked on his, her tits rocking with each thrust until, after five minutes of energy-draining riding, she suddenly groaned and juddered and flopped down.

‘Fuck,’ she gasped, ‘I needed that. Thanks, Brad. Do you want to finish yourself off? I don’t mind. Or maybe you can save it for later. Whatever you want.’

Brad immediately pulled out and sank down onto his heels.

‘I have to report what happened. Right away. Those are the rules.’

‘And then what happens?’ Why did he feel that she knew the answer.

‘It’s not happened to me before, but the guy is usually ordered to leave.’

‘Is that what you want?’ Her eyes sparkled and her tone teased.

Brad struggled to find an appropriate answer and just shrugged.

Viv smiled, rolled away from Brad and rose to her feet, pushing her dress over her ankles. She stood over him, dressed only in the pink thong and black garter belt and matching stocking with an embroidered seam in pink.

‘You haven’t answered me Brad. Do you want the embarrassment of explaining how your client took control of you and the humiliation of going back to tell your life that I rode you barebacked?’

 

[CougarGirl]

‘Come on,’ Viv began to lower her thong over her hips, swaying slightly as she did so, ‘what’s done is done, you may as well have some fun.’

The thong was over her knees now and she turned, bent low and pushed it all the way over the ankles and stepped out of it. Brad was treated to a full rear view as she rose and turned again.

‘Get rid of that rubber and I’ll give you a blowjob. All the guys say I give good head. I’ll suck your balls, lick your dick, do whatever you want.’ She came and stood, legs astride, in front of him. ‘Or are you worried about cumming and not being able to cum again. You won’t have any problems there, I can guarantee that. I made a guy cum five times in four hours once. Mind you,’ she laughed, ‘there wasn’t much left by the end.’

Brad looked up at her body. She was quite unashamed by it, flaunting herself openly, almost begging him to stroke her thighs or topple her onto the floor for another round.

‘It’s about control, isn’t it?’ Her tone had changed, it sounded as if she was giving a lecture to a class of students or an interview on TV. ‘All the guys in the agencies are the same. Afraid of losing control of your clients. Pathetic. Women want to participate and give pleasure, not just lie back and take a stiffy up their fanny and get a shagging for their money. We’re not like men. We want to give as well as to receive.’

She bent low, her tits swing above his face, and pinched his nipples, twisting and pulling.

‘Does that turn you on, Brad? Is that what your girlfriend does to make you scream or is there something else? Do you want me to work you over until I find it or just tell me so we can get on with the fun that I’m paying you for?’

She stood up, legs still astride.

‘Brad, I’ll be honest, this is getting boring. If you don’t do something, I’ll ring the fucking agency and tell that cute receptionist what happened.’

She turned towards the phone, but Brad snatched hold of her foot and yanked hard, pulling her onto the floor and crawling on top of her. his body pressing her down, one had around her throat.

‘Bitch. You did that deliberately, didn’t you? What’s your game? Are you a man hater or did you just decide to pick on me?’

Viv coughed and laughed.

‘Typical man. Thinking this is all about you. It’s about me silly. I do want I feel like when I’m horny. Simple as that. Now why don’t you admit you’re feeling randy too. That’s why you’re trying to throttle me. Go ahead, if that’s what turns you on. Beat me up if you like, I don’t care. Rape me to show what a real man you are.’

Brad rose on his knees and rammed his fist into her stomach.

‘Fuck,’ she gasped and doubled up in pain. ‘Is this how you get off? I bet this is how you treat your girlfriend. Is this why you are afraid to let yourself go, because you can’t risk showing your true nature and being reported by a client?’

The fist hit her again. ‘What the fuck are you, lady, some sort of psychologist or something?’

‘Pain turns me on too, Brad. Keep treating me like this and you’ll find out just how much.’

A slap across her face made her head spin, and a flurry of blows to her belly left her rolled up in a ball.

Viv looked up at him. Her eyes were glistening with what might have been tears. ‘Don’t worry, I won’t fight back, not unless you want me to. Would you like that, have a real fight I mean, or do you just beat up on girls that are helpless? I can play whatever part you want.’

He dragged her to her feet by her hair and pulled her face to his. ‘Just what is your game, Viv? There are specialist agencies for girls who want to get beaten up or anything else that tricks them off. Why pick on me?’

 

[CougarGirl]

‘Picking on you, Brad? Why do you think I’m picking on you?’

‘Because,’ his face was almost touching hers, ‘because ordinary clients don’t behave like this. They’re paying, sure, but they know what for, they knew there are limits and they stick to them. In just a few minutes, you’ve screwed up my relationship with my partner and fucked up my career. And for what?’

‘I’ve not screwed you up or fucked you up, Brad. That only happens if you tell anyone. The truth is that you lost control with me. You couldn’t wait to get that cock into me. And now you’ve beaten me up – I’ll be black and blue tomorrow. I’m someone special, like you’ve never met before. Be honest.’

Brad thrust Viv away so forcefully that she fell onto the sofa. She lay there, looking up at him, opening her legs slowly. Brad turned away and kicked at a chair, sending it spinning across the floor.

Viv rose quietly to her feet and tiptoed across until she was standing directly behind him. He jumped as she touched his back and, as he spun round, she raked her nails down his chest leaving a trail of blood. He grabbed her wrists and twisted to prevent her scratching him again, but she brought up her knee until it nestled under his balls.

‘So you don’t like me fighting back, then.’ She lifted her knee, nudging his balls. ‘Not much of a man, are you, boy.’ The last word was spat out. The pair glared at each other, each waiting for the other to speak first. In the end, it was Brad who cracked.

‘Viv, why don’t you stop playing games and just tell me what you want?’

‘I want a fuck, Brad, a real fuck, like I used to get off guys I’d pick up before lockdown. Free and rough, the rougher the better.’

‘Then why the fuck didn’t you just tell me?’

‘Because you’re on auto pilot. I saw it in your eyes when I opened the door. You’ve been fully booked from the moment lockdown was lifted. Going from woman to woman, doing just enough to give her an orgasm, make her feel good and then rush off to your next appointment. Well, that won’t work with me. And the only way I am going to get it is to provoke you into doing what you’ve actually wanted to do since you set eyes on me.’

Viv wrenched her wrists free of Brad’s grasp and lashed out with her nails at his face. He ducked under them and drove into her, knocking her to the floor. As he fell on top of her, she brought up her knee, smacking into his balls. He grunted, cursed, and forced her legs wide. His chest was heaving and his face was red.

‘Come on, boy, if you’re still up to it, fuck the bitch raw.’

Their eyes held each other, waiting to see how Brad would react to the torment.