"Becoming Lyla" (A Chapter from THSHC)

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John's intent with the shower was to get clean and then have the action move to the bed. Feeling much better having washed up, John was ready to get out.

But as Lilly ground her ass into his cock, a thought came into his mind. As much as Victoria did all of the kinky things he wanted, she would never take a shower with him. She always took baths, spending hours in the tub, which John would be invited to join, but she wouldn't take a shower with him. He used to love sex in the shower, but hadn't done it in years.

When Lilly said to do with her what he wanted, he knew exactly what it was. He put his hands on Lilly's hips and picked her up, and in one swift motion, turned her around to face him and lower her onto his cock. He fucked the tiny, little 18-year old girl standing in the middle of the shower, letting the water fall and cascade over them.

He carried her over to the glass shower wall and pinned her against it, pounding into her with better ease now that she was trapped. He pussy was so tight and so wet, it felt so good. So good that he already felt himself getting ready to cum, and he didn't want this to be it. He stopped abruptly and huffed and puffed, trying to ride out his cock's need to cum, but eventually he had to pull out and lower Lilly onto the floor.

Looking at her confused face, he said, "Don't have the stamina like I use to. Let's towel off and move to the bed."

 

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Lilly was shocked when the old man picked her right up off her feet by the backs of her thighs, mounted her onto his cock -- causing her to cry out at the sudden intrusion -- then pressed her against one wall, then the other, and pounded her with an obvious eagerness. She grasped at the hand rails fearing they might slip, but John was seriously in control and maintained them well for a man in his 50s. (He was actually 61, but Lilly hadn't truly realized the huge age gap between them because, after all, he had an 18 year old daughter that went to school with Lilly.)

She watched him closely as he used his upper body to control her weight and his lower body to stab his hard cock deep inside her again and again and again. Lilly's chest was beginning to rise and fall rapidly as she began to feel the same pleasure John was...

...and then suddenly, he stopped, pulled out, and lowered Lilly to her feet, telling her...

"Don't have the stamina like I use to. Let's towel off and move to the bed."

She pushed the door of the shower open, grasped John's hand, and padded barefoot across the tile toward the door, telling him, "Fuck the towel. I want you in me, John."

Lilly led him directly to the king sized bed and urged him onto his back in the middle of it, then straddled him, mounted him, and quickly returned to the energetic fucking that he'd begun under the streams of water now chilling her flesh in the open air. She ignored the chill on her outside, concentrating on the warmth of her inside.

"If you cum ... are you done?" Lilly asked boldly. She leaned down to kiss John erotically on the lips without slowing the consistent stroking of his shaft with her warm, wet tightness. She practically growled at him between deep breaths as the pleasure in her own face became even more obvious, "I want you ... to be happy ... John ... but ... I don't want ... you to be ... done."

Her head rolled a bit, and she looked back into her first John's face asking, "Whaddaya want ... from me ... John?"

What Lilly had wanted from John when they first began this -- for it to be done and over and the sex act paid for -- had shifted a bit, toward wanting that same thing but wanting it to happen only after Lilly herself had also cum. She suddenly found herself not wanting to finish so quickly ... and desperately wanting John to want the same.

Only question: could the old man hold out long enough to drive the teen to climax?

 

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As John was led out of the shower, and his wet body chilling, he felt some of his sexual fire die off before it was quickly reignited by Lilly straddling him and resuming the fucking. Lilly was bouncing up and down on his cock and riding him with the youthful vigor that he desired from the young vixens he would conquer.

As he heard Lilly's question, he was concerned about his trigger, but as the fucking continued, the chill his body felt seemed to have a calming effect on his cock that he had a little bit more stamina, but he could see that Lilly was trying to make herself cum.

He said to her, "I want you to ride me until I cum, but if you cum, I'm going to be cunmmng inside you."

 

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Lilly may have misunderstood John's response -- she didn't know him enough to be certain -- but she took his statement to mean that he could explode at just any moment. He felt so good inside her, so rock hard and touching her in just the right way ... but ... she wasn't there yet.

She was in a situation that confused her ... left her conflicted. Lilly's reason for having John inside her was to make him sexually happy and her financially better off. And yet, she was really enjoying fucking him, too. Honestly, she hadn't expected this. She was an 18 year old girl who more often than not was getting her thrills from college boys with the energy of a nuclear reactor. She'd thought she would lay back -- or lay John back -- and fuck him to a quick orgasm and be done with it ... take her money and go home.

But Lilly found herself wanting to cum with John, cum with her lover. She sat up taller over him, rocking her body to and fro in his lap, caressing her hands over her flat belly and firm breasts as she looked down into his face telling him, "Oh God, John ... you make me feel ... so good ... I mean it ... you do."

She grasped his hands and moved them to her hips, telling him, "Help me ... help me make you cum, John."

Once he was aiding her in her back and forth, Lilly reached the fingers of one hand down to her clit and began massaging it rapidly in a way that experience told her would quickly drive her to orgasm. And the timing was perfect! Ecstasy erupted within her just as John's expression and body language told her that he, too, had climaxed. She continued flicking her bean to extend her orgasm a bit more ... then ... after looking down to see that John was enveloped in euphoria, laid down upon him, pressing her breasts to his chest as she kissed him softly but erotically.

They cuddled for a couple of minutes, with Lilly laying her head down upon John's chest as she felt his rapidly softening cock slip from her wet hole. After a bit more, when her breathing had begun to return to her, she remembered why they were together here and whispered, "Did you enjoy that, John...? Enough ... to leave an envelope on the night stand?"

 

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John's explosion as Lilly left him in that state of euphoria, but he was quickly drawn out of it by the discussion of money. He let out an exasperated sigh, and said, "Well, I did, but your continued talk of money has killed the mood."

John pushed Lilly off of him, got up, and walked into the hallway. He put his trunks back on, and walked back into the room, putting the envelope he had brought on the night stand saying, "As an escort, it is very unappealing to be constantly talking about money. While us johns know that you don't care about us in a romantic way, we'd at least like to enjoy the service we're paying without having to constantly be bombarded about time and money."

After hearing Lilly's response, John replied, "If you weren't Rose's friend and could ruin me being in this compromising situation, I would have left and never called you again for service. I'd be willing to see you again in a couple weeks, but you need to learn how to be a better escort or I won't be seeing you again after that."

John then walked out of the house and back onto the beach, taking a casual walk back to his estate, as if nothing had happened. Returning to his house, he took a proper shower.

 

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"Well, I did, but your continued talk of money has killed the mood."

Lilly didn't know the protocol, so as John was getting up to leave, she chastised herself for not asking Pamela for some guidance. Of course, why would she? Pamela had let Lilly use her bedroom for the get together with John; and she'd given her advice on how much to ask for; yet Lilly still didn't know that Pamela herself was a prostitute. So, why would she have thought to ask?

"As an escort..."

...John continued as Lilly sat up on the bed, casually pulling the bedding to cover her from the waist down, her firm, sweat glistening breasts still on display. As he continued, Lilly suddenly realized that this obviously wasn't John's first experience with paying for sex. Lilly wasn't sure how to feel about that. This was her first time; and, ignorantly, she'd somehow thought, too, that this might be John's first time paying for it. She felt suddenly stupid and had a difficult time keeping eye contact with John as he educated her.

"I've never done this before, John," she said in almost a whisper. She was going to tell him she simply didn't know better, but all she got out before she went silent was, "I didn't..."

When he commented on Rose and the potential for a compromising situation, Lilly interrupted saying firmly, "I would never do that, John."

"I'd be willing to see you again in a couple weeks, but you need to learn how to be a better escort or I won't be seeing you again after that."

As she watched him turn and leave, Lilly suddenly realized what John had been implying with his last comment: he expected her to get more training with other men before she saw him again.

Lilly was dumbstruck!

She hadn't intended on prostituting herself out to other men!

Just John!

More ignorance. More innocence.

She gathered her things from about the home, went to the bathroom to shower, then dress, then went to the living room to watch television as she waited for Pamela to come home. Despite it only being the afternoon, she passed out and didn't wake until her hostess returned home near sundown.



"Oh my god!" Lilly said with a soft, shocked voice. "You're ... you're a prostitute?"

Pamela smiled broadly, nodding as she gathered them each a beer from the fridge. "Quite a coincidence, huh?"

Lilly laughed loudly, plopping down onto a stool at the kitchen's island bar. "I felt like a total whore telling you about my plans with John ... and here you do the same thing as I just did."

"As you will continue to do," Pamela corrected knowingly. When Lilly didn't comment, Pamela asked, "Was it worth the money he gave you?"

"Yeah!" Lilly said without hesitation. She dropped from the stool and pulled the folded $50 bills from the pocket of her tight fitting Daisy Dukes. She flashed the $300 to the approaching Pamela who suddenly snatched it from her hand. She said with surprise, "Hey!"

Pamela counted through the individual bills and -- unable to make exact change -- kept one in her hand, and laid the rest back in front of Lilly. When Lilly asked what she was doing, Pamela answered, "My cut."

"What?" Lilly again asked with surprise. "Why do you get a cut?"

"My house," Pamela answered, gesturing Lilly to follow her toward the back deck with a curling finger. "Twenty percent for using my place. And twenty percent if I arrange the date, which this time ... I didn't."

"Forty percent?" Lilly's shock continued. "For fucking a guy here?"

"Thirty, actually," Pamela responded, looking back at the girl's confusion and laughing. "Twenty if I arrange it, twenty if you use my place, but only thirty if I provide both the bed and the man."

They reached the deck without any more from Lilly, who was lost in thought about Pamela's explanation. They sat and, off to the west, could just barely see the sun dropping to touch the ocean. Pamela went into madam mode -- a new experience for her -- and by the time they'd finished talking about the possibilities, Lyla had become the first member of The High School Hookers Club.



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