Fake Agent

Some years ago, when my daughter Helen was in her second term at university, she arranged for a few friends to come over for a weekend clubbing. One of the girls, Lisa, called to say she would arrive late – considerably after the others were going out – so I arranged to collect her from the station and drop her off in town.

At the appointed time, I waited at the station. Lisa’s train was on time, and though I’d never met her, she was easy to spot once the departing passengers dispersed: a young, pretty girl standing outside the station with a case, looking around.

I introduced myself and put her case in the boot. I knew Lisa was in the first year, like my daughter, so she was just eighteen. She was lovely; a small slim girl with green eyes, long mousy hair and large boobs.

“Thanks for picking me up,” she said. “You know what, I’m a bit tired, so do you mind if we go straight to your house?”

I had no objections to a bit of female company, particularly someone as cute as Lisa, so I readily agreed. Lisa called my daughter Helen to check before we left the station car park.

“Do you mind if I skip tonight?” I heard her say. I couldn’t hear Helen’s reply, but after a short pause, Lisa glanced at me, grinned then continued. “Yes, I want to; I’m looking forward to it. Anyway, we’ll be going out tomorrow night as well.”

After a bit more chit-chat, she hung up and turned to me. “It’s all sorted.”

I drove the few miles home, and it was pretty late, around 11 pm, when we arrived back at the house. So after the usual nonsense of rooms and suitcases, I left Lisa in her room and settled in the lounge to relax before bed.

I was slightly surprised when Lisa reappeared a few minutes later. I offered her a drink, and once she was comfortable – sitting in an armchair opposite me – we started chatting. All very innocent at first: how was she enjoying university, which college was she at, what course was she doing? That kind of thing.

An hour and a few drinks later, she was still chattering away brightly. Given her declaration of tiredness in the car, I was surprised but not unhappy.

Shortly after that, Lisa steered our conversation towards relationships and sex. I recounted the sad tale of my divorce; at that time, I was still very bitter about the whole sorry affair. Lisa nodded at all the appropriate points, but I felt there was no point in wallowing in self-pity, so I changed the subject.

“What about you?” I asked. “You’re far too young to have suffered much heartbreak.”

By this time, Lisa looked very snug, curled up on the chair with her legs tucked underneath her. Her short black skirt had ridden up, exposing far more of her long legs than she probably intended.

Lisa laughed. “Oh, I’ve done more than you’d expect.”

My cock was rock hard as I imagined her being fucked, but I carefully hid the bulge. “I’m sure you can’t have that much experience,” I said. “How many boyfriends have you had?”

“Just the one and I’ve dumped the useless prick,” she said. “But it’s not all about boyfriends.”

Then she told me her story.


A man approached Lisa while she was studying in the Costa near her college, struggling with a tricky assignment.

“Hi, my name is Henry,” the man said. He smiled and continued. “I’ve got a proposition for you. I want to interview you for a job.” The man – Henry – slowly looked her up and down. “You look like you’d be very suitable.”

He handed her a card. Lisa glanced at it. Adult Entertainment Manager.

Like many of my daughter Helen’s friends, Lisa was from a wealthy background. Still, she had run up a lot of debt thanks to maintaining her lifestyle on the pittance her parents gave her, so she desperately needed cash and was willing to consider most things.

“So it’s porn, right?” Lisa asked. “How much does it pay?”

Henry nodded. “Yes, it’s porn, and depending on what you do, it can pay very well.”

He looked her up and down again, his gaze pausing on Lisa’s big, perfect boobs.

“But first, we need to interview you to check your suitability for the work; not all girls have what it takes. If that goes well, there will be an audition. After that, we can talk about money.”

Lisa got butterflies at the prospect. She’d had limited experience with sex but enjoyed it, even though her boyfriend was equally inexperienced. And she badly needed the cash as her rent was overdue.

But safety first, she thought. She did a quick search on her phone. The company had a website, glossy photos of pretty girls, testimonials – more up-front than she’d expected – and the details on the card seemed to check out. Satisfied, she nodded.

“Okay, Henry,” Lisa said. “I guess an interview can’t hurt.”

A few minutes later and she had arranged an interview for the following morning.

After a restless night where she could hardly sleep from anticipation, the morning arrived, and Lisa took extra care to ensure she looked alluring and sexy. She put on a push-up bra and a skimpy white top that clung to her, showing off her impressive cleavage and a short black skirt she had never dared wear in public before as it barely covered her arse; she even wore her sexiest panties.

She arrived at the anonymous office building slightly early, checked the board in the lobby and caught the lift up to the appropriate floor. It looked utterly normal, like any other business: a glass wall stencilled with the company name, except unusually, all the blinds were down.

Lisa wondered whether she wanted to do this; this was her last chance to back out. Her stomach was doing flip-flops, but her nipples were hard, and she could feel her panties getting damp. So after a few moments, Lisa composed herself. She drew a deep breath, opened the door and went into the office. When she closed the door behind her, a receptionist greeted her.

“You must be Lisa,” the receptionist said. “Henry will be with you shortly.”

Lisa grinned. The receptionist matched the porn stereotype of a slutty receptionist: tall spike heels, stockings, a tiny black skirt and a skimpy top barely restraining her massive boobs. Lisa felt her face get hot as she blushed, realising she was wearing a similar outfit, just lacking the stockings.

Henry appeared and ushered her into an office with a black leather couch, a desk and studio lighting. He gestured towards the sofa. “Please, take a seat,” he said.

Lisa sat down. Henry got going as soon as she was comfortable.

“Why do you want to do this?” he asked, nodding as he looked her up and down.

“I’m up to my eyeballs in debt. I really need the money.” Lisa paused, then, after a moment, continued. “And how difficult can it be? It’s just sex, isn’t it?”

Henry laughed. “Okay, but are you sure you know what you will have to do?” he said.

“I’ve never watched much porn,” Lisa said. She’d never actually watched any porn, though her boyfriend had tried to persuade her. “But sex, I imagine. I like sex.”

Henry ran through the list. “Blow-jobs.”

Lisa blushed but nodded. She had sucked her boyfriend’s cock twice or maybe three times; he had insisted. “Yes, I’ve done that.”

“You’ll have to swallow.”

“Really? I’ve not done that-” she paused. She’d never let her boyfriend come anywhere near her face, let alone in her mouth, but she knew some women did it and even claimed to enjoy it; Helen had talked about it. “I can try.”

“More than one bloke,” Henry said.

She tried to picture it; what would they both be doing with her? Everything she could imagine made her nervous, but she couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to have two men fuck her, one after the other. “I might have to work up to that.”


“In the arse?” Lisa hadn’t expected that; again, she knew it happened but had never imagined she’d do anything that disgusting herself. She shook her head slowly. “I thought that was exit only,” she said half-jokingly.

Henry laughed again. “No, it goes both ways; it’s also a back entrance.” He grinned. “You can put all sorts of things in there.”

Lisa didn’t like the idea of a dick in her arse; it felt foul. She could never do anything that filthy, but the prospect was perversely exciting. “Must I get fucked in the arse, isn’t normal sex enough? Won’t it hurt?”

Henry shook his head. “The studios want anal more than anything else, so it pays well, and it’s almost impossible to get anything decent without it.”

Lisa wasn’t keen, but despite all her disgust, the idea still excited her, and she did need the money. I do need the money, she told herself. Lisa swallowed. “But won’t it hurt?” she repeated.

“No,” Henry said. “Lots of pressure, but nothing you can’t handle with a bit of lubrication.”

Slightly reassured, Lisa decided it shouldn’t stop her. And anyway, she might not get the job, she rationalised. “Okay,” she said. “I guess I can try it.”

Henry asked her lots more questions. Lisa knew there would be an audition if she passed this interview and guessed it would involve her being fucked, so her nervous anticipation grew with every question: when she first had sex, how many partners had she had, did she like girls, that kind of thing. Eventually, he stopped.

“You seem suitable to me. Very inexperienced, but we can fix that,” Henry said. “First, we need to see you on camera. Okay?”


Henry set up a camera and started recording. “Stand against that wall and face the camera,” he said.

Lisa stood, smoothed down her skirt, which had ridden up, and self-consciously looked into the camera.

Henry nodded approvingly. He slowly looked her up and down again, his gaze lingering on her fabulous chest. “Very nice,” he said. “Just relax; you’re doing fine.”

He asked her to strip. Lisa slowly took off her top and skirt, then undid her bra. Her impressive tits bounced free, leaving her naked except for her panties. She was self-conscious that she was almost naked in front of a stranger, so she folded her arms across her chest.

“Relax, you’re doing fine,” Henry repeated. “Put your hands by your side, please.”

Lisa felt herself blushing but slowly complied and waited as Henry examined her intently.

“They’re fake, right?” Henry asked.

Lisa was outraged. She stuck her chest out proudly. “Of course not. Only sluts have fake boobs.”

Henry just nodded. “And the panties, please.”

Lisa pulled her white panties down to her knees and realised they were soaking wet. She stepped out of her panties, briefly showing her trimmed bush before covering her sex with her hands.

“Don’t be shy,” Henry said. “We need to see what you look like.”

Lisa reluctantly put her hands by her sides and blushed again as Henry came closer and stared at her pussy.

“Turn all the way around, please,” he said.

Lisa slowly pivoted, conscious that Henry was watching and that the cameras were recording every intimate moment. Again, she felt a perverse thrill.

Henry nodded. “Yes, very nice, you’ve got great tits and a lovely arse. Now turn around and bend over at the waist.”

Lisa complied, feeling very exposed.

“Spread your butt cheeks,” Henry said.

Lisa was greatly embarrassed that her pussy and arsehole would be so exposed but complied. She reached back, clutched both arse cheeks, and spread them wide.

“Thanks, you look marvellous,” Henry said. “Now sit back down and relax.”

Lisa was naked, and the leather sofa felt sticky and uncomfortable against her skin. “I hope it’s clean,” she said.

“Yes, we always clean it,” Henry said. He handed her a pink vibrator. “Can you play with yourself, please? Just do what you normally do.”

Lisa didn’t own a vibrator and had only ever used her fingers, but she knew what to do. The dildo looked enormous, much longer and fatter than her boyfriend’s cock. It felt deliciously tight as she slowly inserted the throbbing vibrator into her soaking-wet teenage pussy, pushing it in as far as it would go. She started fingering her clit with one hand as she slowly moved the dildo in and out.

Soon she was moaning loudly, oblivious to the camera. The unaccustomed vibration quickly made her come, and her soaking wet pussy dripped onto the sofa, forming a small damp pool on the back leather.

“Fantastic,” Henry said. He picked up a butt plug from the desk. “You know what this is?”

“It goes in my arse?” Lisa guessed. “But it’s huge; I can’t do that!”

Henry smiled. “Don’t worry. It will fit just fine. I know you’ve never done this before, so I’ll get someone to help.”

Imagining that glass monstrosity in her arse terrified and disgusted Lisa, but the idea of a stranger excited her, even if he pushed that thing into her arse. “What do you mean, help?”

“My colleague Vince does this all the time,” Henry said. “Just relax and enjoy it. He’ll take good care of you.”

“Okay, I’ll try,” Lisa said, the butterflies in her stomach working overtime. She wondered how many girls had done this before, that they had someone whose job was to help push that large glass toy into her arse.

Henry summoned Vince. Excitement coursed through Lisa’s body when a large black man, very muscular and fit, entered the office from a back room.

“Sit with your bum overhanging the edge, with your knees up and apart,” Vince said.

Lisa perched near the edge of the sofa, but Vince put his strong hands around her thighs and pulled her dangerously close to the edge, tilting her arse up. He applied lube to the plug and then knelt between her legs.

“It’s just oil,” he said, extending a sticky finger for her to smell.

A pleasant whiff of coconut filled her nostrils. Then Vince took his finger away. Lisa closed her eyes tight, hoping it wouldn’t hurt too much. She jumped when she felt his finger touch her arse hole, then pressure as Vince started to push his oily finger into her.

“Push out,” Vince said.

Lisa felt the finger slide into her tight sphincter. It felt odd as he moved it around inside her, but it didn’t hurt. She could do this. She felt Vince move his finger in and out, finger-fucking her tight arse. The pressure increased uncomfortably when another oily finger entered her bum hole. Lisa opened her eyes, started playing with her pussy, and watched, fascinated, as Vince continued stretching her butt hole with his two fingers. Soon his two fingers were deep inside her bum, and she could feel his knuckles pressing hard into her arse cheeks. It was okay; not too bad at all.

Vince slowly removed his fingers, wiped his hand, and picked up the butt plug. It felt cold when he slowly pushed its tip into her arse.

“Push out,” he repeated.

The pressure on Lisa’s virgin arse hole increased enormously as the plug slowly stretched her sphincter wider until Lisa felt it was splitting her in two. Suddenly, the widest part was past her tight entrance, and she felt it slide in quickly; the pressure subsided a little and became more bearable.

“There, it’s all the way in,” Vince said. “If you can do that, you can take anything.”

Lisa felt slutty and very dirty, with a big toy rammed into her arse, but she was relieved – she had expected to hurt more. It felt okay, and now she was getting used to the pressure, almost pleasurable. Lisa jumped again when Vince leaned forward and started tonguing her pussy, running his tongue up and down her slit and playing with her clit. Her boyfriend had never done anything like that, and it felt better than when she’d played with herself. Soon, she hardly noticed the butt plug.

She jumped once more when she felt a finger probe at her tight wet pussy. Soon Vince was tonguing her and finger-fucking her with two hooked fingers. Lisa was so wet she heard her pussy slurping as Vince finger-fucked her, and she soon came noisily. Lisa was again surprised when Vince pushed at her arsehole, and the butt plug slid further into her. She’d forgotten it was there.

“Great, that will do,” Henry said. “You look fantastic on camera. Next, we need you to give Vince a blow-job.”

Lisa swallowed. The bulge in his trousers looked huge. But at least she’d done this before with her boyfriend. She knelt in front of Vince. Her hands reached out, unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers. Vince quickly stepped out of them. Lisa felt his massive erection through his undies. He was enormous. When she pulled down his underpants, his huge black cock sprang free. It was enormous, far longer and fatter than she’d expected.

She slowly took him into her mouth. First, the tip, then carefully, she took more and more of his massive black member into her mouth, stopping when she felt his cock touch the back of her throat, making her gag slightly. Lisa paused; she knew she hadn’t taken all of him; she’d not done that even with her boyfriend, who had a far smaller cock. Then she started sucking him, one hand on his rigid dick, as she moved her head backwards and forwards.


“How much can she take?” Henry asked from behind her.

Before she could protest, Lisa felt Vince’s hands behind her head, forcing her further onto his massive erection. Lisa felt the tip of his cock hit the back of her mouth and almost gagged again. But Vince still wasn’t satisfied and kept pushing, and she felt his long, rigid cock slide further and further down her throat until her nose pressed against his pubes.

Hardly able to breathe, she pulled back and inhaled, then pushed forward onto his glistening cock. After a few tries, Lisa discovered she could take his entire length without Vince’s help. With each stroke, she felt his hot rigid dick plunge deep into her throat. Her bright green eyes looked up at him, catching his gaze as he continued to fuck her face.

Vince laughed. “She’s a natural. I’m going to fuck her now.”

Lisa felt her stomach do flip-flops. She had met Vince less than an hour ago, but they had already done more intimate things together than in all her previous experiences. And now he was going to fuck her; she was excited and wanted to feel that cock inside her.

Vince withdrew his gigantic cock from her mouth. It sprang erect as it left her mouth. Lisa couldn’t take her eyes off the massive black member, glistening with her spit, knowing it would soon be inside her. She reached out to slowly wank it.

“Bend over the desk,” Henry said.

Lisa stood up, wiped the spit from her chin and positioned herself, leaning forward with her hard nipples pressed against the desk and her arse in the air.

Henry arranged the cameras, one on the desk pointing at her face and another for a side view. Lisa blushed when she remembered she had an audience. Not only was Henry going to watch, but the cameras would record every detail of her being fucked.

“Now look into the camera,” he said.

She moved until she could see her face on the fold-out screen of the camera in front of her. She saw the dark shape of Vince looming behind her on the screen.

“Great,” Henry said. “Make sure you can see yourself the whole time. We want to see your face as Vince goes inside you.”

Lisa was breathless with anticipation and had to make herself breathe deeply. Finally, she felt Vince’s hand caress her arse. She felt him push firmly at the butt plug she’d forgotten she still had in her arse. Then he fingered her pussy, running a finger lightly up and down her dripping slit. Vince’s cock replaced the finger, and she felt his tip press urgently against her pussy, spreading her labia. She gasped when the huge cock slowly pushed into her tight teenage pussy. He was huge.

Lisa felt her sodden pussy stretch wider and wider, as inch by glorious inch, Vince’s enormous dick rammed slowly into her. Her pussy clamped tight around the invading cock, and she felt every delicious movement as Vince withdrew slightly before pressing deeper into her. Soon his body pressed against her butt cheeks. She had never felt so full as she did now, with a massive cock balls-deep in her pussy and a butt plug in her arse. I could really like this, she thought.

After a brief pause, Vince started to fuck her with long slow strokes. Soon he was fucking her hard and fast, slamming against her each time his massive member rammed into her tight, dripping pussy. She started moaning loudly, the sensations from the plug in her arse and the gigantic rod shafting her pussy quickly bringing her towards a climax. A few moments later, she felt herself shudder as she came again.

Vince continued to pound her until her climax subsided, and then he stopped and pulled out. “On your back on the desk, please?” Vince said.

Lisa stood up, her tits leaving a sweaty imprint on the desk, and turned around. She could see Vince’s enormous black cock, wet and glistening from her juices. That monster had been inside her! Lisa realised she wanted it again.

As ordered, she sat on the desk and lay back on the desk, her legs dangling over the edge. Then she felt Vince grab her legs and lift them; he positioned her feet so they rested on the desk, and her knees were wide apart, completely exposing her pussy to Henry and the attentive cameras. She lifted her head and watched Vince position himself between her legs, the tip of his massive erection nudging her dripping pussy. She was breathless with anticipation, wanting that monster cock inside her again, but Vince surprised her. He lifted her legs high, positioning one on each shoulder. Then he pulled her almost off the desk so its edge dug into the small of her back.

Lisa gasped. “Don’t let me fall.”

Vince just laughed, and Lisa felt his massive black cock ram hard and deep into her pussy. He started to pound her once more, his hands behind her neck, pulling her head forwards so she could see his enormous member stroking in and out of her dripping pussy. She came again, noisily. This time, the butt plug fell out as she came, and she heard it hit the floor.

“I think she’s ready,” Henry said. “How do you want to do it?”

It took a moment for Lisa to realise what Henry meant. Then the penny dropped; Vince was about to fuck her arse! She was terrified but excited, wondering what it would be like when that enormous cock was rammed into her virgin arse.

“She’s fine just like this,” Vince said. “Can you pass me the lube?”

Henry repositioned her; Lisa was flat on the desk once more, with her feet on either side of her in that embarrassing position, with her knees akimbo, exposing her pussy which dripped juices onto her virgin arse. She waited nervously, looking up into the camera Henry had positioned above her. Lisa felt very exposed. She jumped when Vince’s finger – cold with lube – pushed into her arse, but she enjoyed the odd feeling as he moved it inside her. A second finger joined the first, and then a third increased the pressure, stretching her arsehole ever wider. Vince finger-fucked her arse and pushed all three fingers as far as they’d go into her bum hole.

After what felt like an eternity, Vince spoke softly. “Are you ready?”

Lisa was still nervous but wanted to try. “I think so,” she said. “Please be gentle with me.”

She felt his huge dick nudge her arsehole, then enormous pressure as he started to push into her arse with his mammoth cock. He was much bigger than the butt plug.

“Slower,” Lisa said. “You’re too big. I don’t think I can take it.”

Vince ignored her, and it burned painfully as his cock stretched her hole wider. She felt it when the tip of his cock fully entered her arse, the ridge of his glans pushing past her tight sphincter. She lifted her head to look, but Vince pushed her down so she was flat on the desk.

Lisa could still feel enormous, burning pressure, and it didn’t relent as Vince worked his dick deeper into her, pushing further in with every stroke. Finally, she felt his belly against her.

“That’s it,” he said. “It’s in now; I’ve got nothing more to give.”

He stayed with his dick embedded balls-deep in her arse for a few moments. The burning subsided, and the pressure was bearable. Lisa was almost accustomed to it when Vince started to move again, starting to slowly fuck her tight arse. He made tiny movements at first but pulled out a little further with each stroke. Lisa started to finger her wet pussy, and it felt better. Soon she was moaning as she enjoyed the stimulation of his massive cock stroking deep into her arse, his balls slapping against her. She felt herself shudder as she came for the third time as he drove his cock hard into her. Her first anal orgasm.

Vince was relentless and continued to pound her arse, faster and harder with each stroke, for what felt like forever. Lisa closed her eyes, savouring every stroke.

“Spread your cheeks,” Vince said.

Lisa reached out and spread her buttocks. Suddenly Vince pulled out.

“Marvellous,” he said. “You’re a proper anal whore; your arse is gaping wide open.”

Lisa felt a perverse pride and lifted her head; Henry was close by with another camera trained on her gaping arse.

Vince slammed his cock back into her arse, vigorously fucking her. Like he had done when he fucked her pussy, he lifted her legs over his shoulders and pulled her forward off the edge of the desk. Again, his hands were behind her head, pulling it forwards so she could see his enormous, glistening cock stroking in and out of her arse.

Lisa watched and savoured the feeling as Vince repeatedly pulled out, only to slam back into her. She came again, her pussy gushing and her juices mixing with the lube coating the monstrous cock that was fucking her arse.

Vince pulled out. “Suck my cock,” he said.

The enormous cock glistened wetly in front of her. It had been deep inside Lisa’s arse, and the idea of sucking it was disgusting, but Lisa didn’t want Vince to stop pounding her bum, so she obediently knelt in front of him and took his huge black cock into her mouth. She was surprised: it tasted of coconut from the lube; she’d never expected her arse to taste like that. Then again, Lisa had never expected anyone would fuck her arse, let alone that it would be so enjoyable. She pushed her head forward, taking his cock down her throat. She sucked him greedily for a few strokes, swallowing the lube.

“Enough,” Vince said. “I don’t want to cum yet. First, I’m going to fuck your tight arse again.”

Henry repositioned her, face down again, bent over with her big, perfect tits flat against the desk, looking into the camera once more. Vince thrust his cock hard into her gaping arse hole, pounding her fast and hard for what felt like forever. She felt herself cum once more.

Lisa felt Vince pause, his enormous dick still balls-deep in her arse. She felt him put his arms around her waist. He lifted her, with his dick still deep in her arse, and stepped backwards until he sat down on the leather sofa with her astride him, still impaled on his hard dick. With her weight pressing her onto it, the mammoth tool penetrated her arse deeper than ever. Lisa wiggled on his lap, loving the feeling.

“Lift your feet onto the sofa,” Vince said.

It wasn’t easy, but Lisa managed; she kept the massive black cock deep inside her until she sat on his lap, impaled on his dick. She grinned for the camera and wiggled her bum, the enormous rod inside her moving deliciously.

“Now reach back and put your hands on my chest.”

Lisa tried and felt Vince’s hands guide her. She lifted herself slightly off his dick, intending to start riding. But as soon as she did so, Vince lifted his hips and thrust his cock hard into her willing orifice. It felt marvellous. She could see her massive, perfect boobs bounce with every stroke. She came again, her thighs shuddering. She’d never cum like this before. Ever. She loved every moment and had lost count of the orgasms.

Vince continued pounding her arse, his cock sliding easily in and out of her until suddenly he stopped balls-deep in her.

“I’m going to come,” he said urgently. “In your mouth.”

Lisa eased herself off his cock, turned, and wrapped her lips around his enormous glistening cock, sucking him hard. She felt his black cock jerk, and waves of hot, salty cum flooded her mouth. Some escaped and dribbled down her chin. She swallowed hard, but more salty cum gushed hotly into her mouth. Finally, Vince was drained and withdrew his cock.

“Open wide,” he said.

Lisa hardly noticed the camera as she opened her mouth, still full of his hot sticky cum. She licked her lips and then swallowed.

“Fantastic,” Henry said. “We’ve got everything we need, so go and clean up. Then we can discuss what happens next.”

Lisa wiped the cum from her face, showered and got dressed. When she returned to the office, there was just Henry.

“So, how was it,” Henry asked.

Lisa didn’t have to think. “I loved every moment,” she said. “But I want to be paid. You promised.”

After some brief haggling, the formalities were complete, Lisa had a draft contract, and Henry promised to contact her once he’d talked to the studios.


“That’s where it all went wrong,” Lisa said. “Phones were out of service, and the office deserted. I’d been thoroughly scammed.”

She paused, then drew a breath. “But I don’t regret it, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat. It’s weeks ago now, and I want another dick in my arse.”

She looked at the bulge in my trousers.

“Will you, please?” She said. “Helen and the other girls won’t be back for ages.”

Of course, I agreed. Throughout Lisa’s story, my dick strained at my pants as I imagined fucking her slim teenage body. We went to my bedroom and undressed. I looked her up and down, admiring her perfect body. Lisa’s huge boobs didn’t disappoint. They were lovely, with large areolae and no hint of sag. Her hard nipples protruded, proclaiming her excitement. The porn industry really should snap her up.

Then Lisa knelt and took my rigid cock in her hands. She looked up at me and grinned. “I’m going to enjoy this. You’re a bit bigger than Vince,” she said before her mouth inhaled my cock.

She gave a fabulous blow-job, taking my whole length down her throat and looking up at me with her green eyes. Soon I felt close to the edge and pulled away.

“I don’t want to come too soon,” I said. “It’s your turn now.”

Lisa gave my glistening cock one last suck, then wiped the spit from her mouth. I positioned her on her knees on my bed and knelt behind her. I started working on her wet pussy, fingering her and massaging her clit, until she was soaking wet.

“Please just fuck me,” she said softly.

I ran my hands down her fabulous body, pausing briefly to tweak her nipples until my hands were around her hips. I felt her hand reach back to grab my cock, and she guided it into her dripping pussy. She was tight around my big cock as I thrust it slowly into her, not stopping until I was balls-deep. Then I fucked her tight teenage pussy, doggy-style, ramming my massive member hard into her. Lisa started moaning as I fucked her. Her moans soon reached a crescendo, and I felt her pussy clench around my cock, and her body shuddered as she came violently.

“I want it in my arse,” Lisa said. “Now.”

I pulled out and reached for the lube. Lisa moaned as I stretched her arse, still in the same doggy position, working first one oily finger, then a second, and finally three fingers into her tight arsehole. I finger-fucked her to stretch her arse so it was ready for my cock, then wiped the excess lube onto my rock-hard erection. I rubbed my tip up and down between her cheeks, teasing her.

Lisa thrust her arse into the air. “Do it. Please…” she said. “I want it in my arse.”

She groaned as I slowly eased my tip inside her. With a few hard strokes, I worked my massive member balls-deep into her butt-hole and paused there, pulling her as far back onto my cock as possible.

She let out a long sigh. “I’ve been longing to feel this again,” she said. “Now fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

I slammed my rampant cock into her teenage arse, fast and hard, my flat stomach slapping against her bum cheeks as I drove myself balls-deep into her tight orifice. It didn’t take long for her to come noisily again and feeling her shudder as I pounded her bum almost sent me over the edge.

“Quick. Where do you want me to cum?” I said.

But it was too late. Before Lisa could reply, I exploded and shot a massive load of cum deep into her arse. I continued to fuck her arse slowly, with long slow strokes.

“Too late,” I said. “Sorry.”

Lisa laughed. “I know, I felt it.”

She pushed me away, and when my cock was out of her arse, a thin dribble of my cum oozed out of her gaping hole. Lisa turned around and took me straight into her mouth, looking up at me as she carefully sucked my cock clean.

“Thank you; I loved your huge dick,” Lisa said. “I needed to feel a big cock inside me and fucking me hard.”

She stayed in my room that night, and we fucked again, several times, but more gently when we woke in the morning. When we finally emerged for breakfast, I noticed a sly glance between Lisa and my daughter Helen. When they both smiled slightly, I realised she wasn’t the only one who’d been scammed.