Jessica's Way to a Wild Whore E-Book

Eva van Mayen

• Herausgeber: Der Neue Morgen - UW2
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 120

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

Jessica is in danger of drowning in her money worries. Her demands do not match her income. Her lively son also demands his share. Jessica's everyday life is becoming increasingly dull. Joyless, without variety, without exciting sex. Until one day she meets a man who brings a side of her to life that Jessica had no idea about. She finds interest in eroticism again. Her new lover leads her to multiple orgasms and to wet squirts. Jessica regains her zest for life. And because she immediately earns a lot of praise for her way of pleasuring a man, it doesn't take long until she sells sex for money - until she sells herself. More and more often, more and more intensively. Jessica can now fulfill wishes for herself and her son that were not possible before. Morals fall more and more by the wayside. But the fun of sex remains with Jessica. On the contrary, she needs it more and more... Attention! +18! The erotic scenes are described in explicit language.

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Jessica’s Way to a Wild Whore

An Erotic Story

by

Eva van Mayen

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Title: Jessica's Way to a Wild Whore

Author: Eva van Mayen

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Jessica's Way to a Wild Whore

Jessica's Way to a Wild Whore

"Hey, Mom, look!"

Jessica's son sat on the floor and built a locomotive out of Lego bricks. Lightning smart. A ten-year-old boy who demanded more attention every day. Like many boys his age, he was interested in cars, in machines, in technical toys. He had recently made it from elementary school to high school with ease. Jessica had brought him up well. Always friendly, polite to other people, friendly to his mother, even when she had her difficult hours, and friendly to his grandparents. A real model boy.

Jessica saw the boy as a special gift. His father was long gone. The last man she would have called a life partner was also gone. He had tried to involve her in a scam. Not a nice thing to do. Jessica threw him out upright.

Jessica ran a hair salon on the outskirts of a big city in a tranquil suburb. She was self-employed and had always been proud of it. The only problem was that she had started her own business in the wrong sector. Most hairdressers were not really doing well. What she earned, she put back into her business or had to pay running costs. The financing of a small fancy runabout, the only luxury she allowed herself, was just about left over.

But that was about it. She barely owned a tired cent to spend on herself. Although she was almost forty years old, she was still dependent on her parents. And also on her ex-parents-in-law, who were actively involved in providing a secure future for the boy.

Jessica often had sleepless nights. Her financial dependence gnawed at her, constantly weighing on her mind. Outwardly, she covered it up by laughing loudly and conspicuously often, acting especially cheerful. Her face showed far more wrinkles of laughter than wrinkles of annoyance. Although these had also dug deep into her skin. She was lucky, because these wrinkles actually only appeared when she was particularly sad or even cried.

Jessica was fit, athletic, possessed a muscular body that nevertheless had enough padding in all the right places to make for an extremely attractive figure. Her most prominent features were her blonde hair, firm very large breasts and firm bottom. On high shoes in a tight-fitting jeans or provided with an appropriate dress, she looked so attractive that all men's eyes looked after her.

For many years she had hardly taken notice of it. Especially in the time when her ex-partner tried to pull her over the barrel, she had been especially indifferent. She saw enemies in men. People who could be met only by exercising the greatest caution. However, she did not have any girlfriends either, since her appearance always led to her being regarded as an unwelcome competitor.

The situation was tricky. The longer Jessica thought about it, the more her situation saddened and depressed her. A few days ago, she had a memorable experience.

*

In a café, Jessica met a man who was sitting alone at a small table drinking a cappuccino. He was strikingly tall, about her age, had black short-cropped full hair, wore an expensive suit, a shirt with cufflinks, and a discreet but very expensive silk tie.

Jessica had arranged to meet an acquaintance at the café. She would be there soon. She had a table reserved for her. A small corner table in a niche, as if made for two people who wanted to talk about private things. In this case, right next to the table of the conspicuously elegantly dressed man.

Jessica took the table, put her handbag on the chair, took off her jacket, brought it away to the clothes rack and returned to the table. At that moment, the elegant guest turned his gaze to Jessica and now saw her great figure. Jessica felt flattered when the guest greeted her with a friendly smile. It was the last thing she had left in the way of self-respect at the moment: the attention of a man. Although she didn't really like men anymore.

Jessica ordered a latte macchiato and took a seat at her reserved table. Her acquaintance kept waiting. Every now and then, the guest glanced over at her. She returned his gaze by smiling back. And at the same time she looked at him from head to toe.

The acquaintance did not come. Instead, Jessica received a phone call. Something had come up with Maria. She just couldn't come. Annoyed, Jessica took note of the call. She stared in front of her. The guest looked directly at her, set down his coffee from which he had just sipped.

"No good news?"

"No, my girlfriend canceled!"

Jessica looked sadly at the guest.

"May I join you?" the guest asked, looking at Jessica with a winning smile.

Jessica's heart leapt. This was the very last question she would have expected.

"Oh! Yes!"

The guest rose. As he did, Jessica caught sight of his full height. Nearly six feet, the man measured. Slim. Athletic. With a winning smile, the guest placed his cappuccino at the vacant seat at Jessica's table and sat down.

"Are you a regular here?"

"I wouldn't call myself that. I only come here a few times a year."

"I'm still new in town. Just moved into my office and taking a break."

"You are working here downtown?"

"Yes. The head of our local office is on sick leave for an extended period of time. Now I have to hold down the fort for a quarter of a year."

"Then I guess you're a lawyer or a tax consultant?"

"You could say that. But that's all boring. What do you do all day long?"

The conversation took its course. In a short time, Jessica gained an insight into the man's work. He said next to nothing about private matters. Jessica was quite different. She was what her mother called a chatterbox anyway. She disclosed half her life in no time at all. Already the man, who until then had not even revealed his name, knew that Jessica was a single mother, plagued by worries about her son, glad that she had gotten rid of her former life partner painlessly and now actually wanted nothing more to do with men. Unless… And at that, she looked deeply into the eyes of the man at her table.

After both had finished their coffee, the elegant guest called the waiter.

*

He gallantly took over paying the bill, looked Jessica deeply in the eyes again and started to ask a question: "You are a hairdresser, aren't you? Hairdressers are said to have good taste. I'm in the process of picking out some furniture at the moment. For my office. Even if I only stay for a quarter of a year, I want to feel comfortable in my four walls. I would like you to come with me to help me choose!"

Jessica was floored. The man, specifically this man, had asked her to do something that made her exceedingly proud. She felt flattered. So much honor had rarely been bestowed upon her. With almost soft knees, she just nodded and grabbed her purse and jacket.

They only had to go around two corners. There, in a magnificent building spread over three floors, the law firm had its headquarters. Jessica loved luxury. She had always wanted to live in luxury. But she knew exactly that she could not afford it and probably never would be able to. Unless she had the right man for it. With soft knees, she strode into the large reception hall of the building with the man who offered her his arm to help her get safely over the first steps of the entrance portal.

The elegant gentleman possessed a key for the elevator. With it, they went directly to his office. Jessica was immediately a little more impressed.

The office made a rather unfinished impression. Between elegant seating furniture, which had, however, been moved to the side, lay opened boxes, some of them already unpacked. The wall shelves, which were only partially filled with new files, had also been moved to the side. In the center of the room stood a large modern L-shaped desk. Judging by the papers lying there, the elegant gentleman was already working at this desk. There were expensive carpets on the floor and impressive paintings on the walls, all of them originals of great size. The most impressive thing, however, was the view of the park opposite.

Suddenly the door to the office opened. In came an older, highly dressed elderly lady and asked for the wishes of the elegant gentleman.

"Bring us two latte macchiati, please. After that you are welcome to go home, I have no more work for you today."

The lady thanked her and disappeared, not before she had greeted Jessica and looked her up and down.

"I must apologize for my secretary. I would have hired someone else, younger. But I have to live with what our office manager left me. After all, I'm only on site for a short time."

Jessica didn't even want to know why the elegant gentleman apologized. She was far too overwhelmed. There was a large sign on the desk, on which she read the engraving: 'Dr. Lucas Ferryman'.

"Is that your full name?" Jessica wanted to know and pointed to the sign.

"Oh dear, no! I have six additional first names. But nobody can remember them anyway."

Jessica raised her eyebrows. Again she marveled. In one corner of the very spacious office was a round table with four chairs. On the table were various catalogs. Dr. Ferryman now led Jessica there and asked her to take a seat. Jessica sat down on one of the expensive-looking chairs after having put down her bag and jacket.

The tabletop was made of glass. Jessica wore a dress that ended ten centimeters above her knees. Not a real minidress. When she sat down, however, it slid up quite a bit. So Dr. Ferryman caught a hot glimpse between Jessica's legs. For a short moment he even saw the tiny little thong Jessica had put on in the morning. Black, with a little lace on the sides. And, if he wasn't mistaken, there was already a dark spot in the middle.

*

Dr. Ferryman put various catalogs in front of Jessica and asked her for an appraisal. He still needed a comfortable sofa, two equally comfortable armchairs and a suitable coffee table for the more casual meetings in his office. Jessica grabbed the catalogs and stood with them where the furniture was to be placed. She tried to imagine their effect in the room. Then she pointed unerringly to a group consisting of a couch, low table and armchairs.

"I think this furniture might suit this room quite well in this exact spot. Above all, they provide a nice contrast to your desk."

Dr. Ferryman was amazed. That wasn't just a good feeling. This was skillfully analyzed and a conclusion drawn from it. He had to admit that he had underestimated Jessica. Initially, he had taken her for a blonde with a rather moderate mind. Whom he actually only wanted to impress with his request and have a little longer in his environment. Now he corrected his judgment.

"I like what you're saying."

Again the door opened. Dr. Ferryman's secretary brought in the two lattes he had ordered. Then she disappeared with a quiet greeting.

Jessica felt almost at the mercy of the elegant Dr. Ferryman. He fascinated her and, she didn't want to admit it at first, he excited her immensely with his way of moving and talking to her. She only had eyes for him. Slowly a hot desire spread in her. What a pleasure it must be to have such a man at her side. By the way, it didn't escape her notice that her pussy was getting pretty wet. A feeling that she had not had for a long time.

*

In the meantime, they sat in front of their cups again. Jessica now had her legs crossed. This meant that Dr. Ferryman could no longer see into her treasure box. All the better he could see her shapely thighs. He fixed a greedy gaze on them, which did not go unnoticed by Jessica.

"Look, I would like to put another table next to my desk, on which I can also put files and my printer. Which one do you think would be suitable?"

And again Dr. Ferryman presented a few catalogs. Jessica stood up, picked up two catalogs that offered pieces of furniture that, according to her latest experience, could fit Dr. Ferryman's ideas, and moved to the desk. Dr. Ferryman came along.

He stood close beside Jessica as she again tried to imagine the furniture in the room. Jessica was wearing shoes with high heels. Actually, especially high shoes.

When Dr. Ferryman stood next to her, she couldn't help herself. He attracted her magically. As if moved by an automatism, she stood in front of him, went up on her tiptoes, put her arms around his neck and kissed him.

As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Dr. Ferryman embraced his newfound acquaintance. He returned her kiss, let her penetrate his oral cavity, tenderly took Jessica's tongue tip and played with it.

The kiss continued. Dr. Ferryman pressed his abdomen against Jessica's lap. She immediately felt Dr. Ferryman's hardening. Gradually, both Jessica and Dr. Ferryman let their hands wander. Both explored the back and buttocks of their counterparts. Both found what they found particularly arousing.

Until Dr. Ferryman could stand it no longer. He gripped Jessica's buttocks hard, lifted her with an iron grip, placed her on the edge of his desk, cleared away everything that stood and lay around with a flourish, and pressed her back onto the desk top.

Jessica lifted her legs, spread them, opened herself for Dr. Ferryman, who had to do nothing more than reach a little under her dress and pull down her panties. With a few moves, she lay open and wet in front of him. Dr. Ferryman pressed her legs against her breasts at the back of her knees and now opened her womb even more. So he not only had a horny insight, but could also put his tongue to best use.