Learning from the Master

I sighed as I stepped back from the wall, shaking my head back and forth and frowning at the crooked edge I had just painted. As I let my head fall, discouraged, my eyes were just quick enough to notice a big glob of paint about to drip from the end of my brush. I managed to reach out just quickly enough for the splat of eggshell to land on the drop-cloth rather than the hardwood floor. Nice way to start a Saturday.

It was hopeless, I thought to myself as I set down the brush and picked up a rag to wipe my filthy hands. I just had to face the fact that I wasn't good at this. Easier said than done, as I'm quite a perfectionist. But when it came down to it, I'd have to decide which was more important to me: that I proved I was a great painter, or that I was actually satisfied with the paint job. And as I daydreamed about having friends over, entertaining with pride in my new home, the answer became clear. I'd have to ask for help.

I'd bought this house just a couple of months earlier, after picking up and moving my life half-way across the country. If it hadn't been for my parents' support, and the significant salary I'd be earning in the dream job that had brought me here, I couldn't have afforded the cute bungalow on the tree-lined street in the desirable neighborhood. After all, real estate values were fairly inflated in this suburb consistently named one of the country's 'most livable'. But I was so delighted to be there, I was willing to buy a house that desperately needed landscaping, a new roof, and new paint inside and out.

What I hadn't realized was that my high-achieving nature didn't necessarily translate to success in home improvement. I didn't have the time or skills to do the work myself. And when I reached out for help, inviting contractors over to give an estimate or visiting the hardware store on my way home from work, I inevitably saw my attractive young body reflected as so many dollar signs in the eyes of those I met. This was my first time on my own - no more dad or handy roommate to take care of these things for me - and I can't express how frustrating it was not to be taken seriously. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind guys staring at my chest or ogling my legs - it's just that usually I can use my assets to get free dinner and drinks; this time around, it was just leading to high estimates for the work I needed done!

The first people I hired - to paint the outside of the house - were a couple of college guys. They happened to be going door to door looking for work when I was wrestling with my new lawnmower, assured me of their vast experience painting houses the summer before, and impressed me with their cheap quote and eagerness to start the job right away. What the hell, I figured. They'd probably do a good job, and it wouldn't hurt me to have a little eye candy around. I didn't even have to feel guilty, a single 26-year-old who just happened to enjoy the view of the shirtless 19-year-olds as they climbed up and down ladders. Innocent fun.

Only problem was, they were sloppy. They were careless. For supposedly experienced painters, they didn't seem to have much respect for the subtle differences between colors. If I hadn't been finding excuses to watch them work - OK, so it had been a while since I'd had a date - they would have finished the trim in 'Surf Green', when I'd been very clear that my choice was 'Cilantro'. In the end, they did finish the job, but they got by with just the minimum. Typical of guys their age, I couldn't help chuckling to myself. It was a real 'in and out' job. If I wasn't there to keep an eye on them, and to clean up after them, I never would have gotten what I wanted.

So, things bring us to where this story began - trying and failing on a Saturday morning to paint my own living room. The guys had finished the outside work a few days before; that evening, I stood out on the front lawn in the late summer sun, surveying their work as I nursed a glass of merlot. Not bad, in the end, and certainly a huge improvement since I moved in. But there's no way I would hire the young guys back to paint inside. So that weekend, I told myself, my confidence bolstered by the wine and a successful day at the office, I would get it done myself.

As I headed back into the house, my neighbor waved from his porch. "Looks good," he hollered. I noticed he'd been keeping an eye on the college guys when he could, something I appreciated even though I'd never exchanged more than a few words with him. Terrible, I thought to myself, how little neighbors talk in this day and age. This was something I'd have to work on as I settled into the neighborhood, especially since this guy was so handsome, and appeared to be single.

"Thanks! Although it's nothing compared to your house - beautiful!"

"Hey, thanks. But don't worry, you're still getting settled in. It took me a long time to get things looking this good. Plenty of time for you to catch up!"

I smiled, waved, and walked up the steps and into my house. I wondered how much older he was - I guessed early 40s. And if his handsome face and athletic body weren't enough to catch my attention, he exuded confidence. I had indeed admired his house many times, with its immaculate and historically accurate paint job, gorgeous landscaping, all accented by the always-clean sports car in his driveway. His words echoed in my mind as I settled in for the night. He was supportive, yes, and understanding of the hard work involved with fixing up an old home. But somehow I also took his words as a challenge. Hmm. Guess I should have shared with you that I'm competitive, as well as a perfectionist.

Anyway, if I was hoping to get to know my neighbor better - goodness, I didn't even know his name - the chance came that Saturday morning. Frustrated with my near-spill and below-par painting skills, I fumed out of the house to get some air. With some nasty language that I won't repeat here still on my lips, I practically ran into him as I stormed down my front walk.

"Oh, yikes, sorry!" I looked up into his eyes, and blushed as I realized he'd heard everything I'd said.

"That's OK, no worries! Are you OK?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, just getting frustrated with my painting project."

"I can see that," he replied with a smile, looking down at my dirty overalls, which somehow had almost as much paint on them as what I'd managed to get on the wall.

"Yeah, not my forte. But it's OK, I just needed to get some air, clear my head, then I'll get back at it." Just then, I realized he'd been coming to see me. "Hey, were you coming over for a visit?"

"Well, yes! I was thinking after we chatted last night, what a shame it is that neighbors don't know each other better, and figured I might find you home on a Saturday morning."

I nodded and smiled, not quite ready to admit that he'd read my mind. "What a nice thought. Please, come in, I'll show you around."

"My name's Jake, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Jake," reaching out to shake the hand he had offered. "I'm Ashley. Come on in."

I gave him the quick tour, pointing out the work I intended to do in each room, and sensed his eyes moving over my body as he followed me through the house. Dirty as I was from attempting to paint, I smiled to myself, I could tell he found me appealing in my cute home improvement outfit. My wavy blonde hair, which normally fell just below my shoulder blades, was up in two pigtails. My paint-covered overalls hugged my figure, showing off my tight little ass, great legs, and especially my tits. I was wearing a lacy red bra that was just barely concealed by a fitted white t-shirt. A sexy outfit, really, and something I wouldn't have been caught dead in outside the comfort of my own home!

He looked, as he always did, exceedingly comfortable and confident in jeans and a polo shirt. He was about 6'1", I estimated, to my 5'7", in great shape, and much to my delight, clearly hadn't shaved that morning. My mind was wandering down a dangerous path when we found ourselves back in the living room and he spoke, bringing me back to reality.

"So, looks like you bought out the whole store here?"

I looked around, taking in the cans of designer paint, drop-cloths, various sizes of brushes and rollers, several rolls of painter's tape, etc. "Well, yeah, I wanted to be prepared."

"It's just that, well, never mind."

"No, tell me, what were you going to say?"

"It's just that, just buying the right supplies doesn't insure that you can paint."

"Yeah, I know..." I let my voice trail off, my eyes following his glance to the crooked edge I'd painted that morning.

"Here," he said, handing me the brush. "Let me watch your technique. Maybe I can help."

Once again, I couldn't decide whether to take his words as supportive or challenging. But as I wanted to do whatever I could to get to know him better, I figured I should go along with it. I looked back at him once more, and he gave me an encouraging nod, so I walked back to the wall, added paint to my brush, and nervously painted another crooked edge, this time along a window. My lack of skill was only amplified by the fact that a sexy older guy was watching my every move.

"So, will you let me give you a few tips?"

"Well, I'm sure it's just a matter of practice, I mean, after I've been at it for a while, I'm sure I'll get better."

"Yes, but meanwhile you'll waste a lot of paint, time, and anguish. Listen, I've got lots of experience, and I'll be happy to help you if you're willing to check your ego at the door before we get started."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me," he said with a smile and a wink. "I can tell that you're an accomplished young woman, and used to things being under your control. But I think you'll find that when it comes to things like this, listening to me is always the best way to go."

My mouth wanted to drop open, but I caught myself before that could happen. It struck me that he was referring to more than just painting, but I tried to play it cool. "Alright, Jake. You're right. I'm competitive and used to handling things on my own. But I admit I'm a lousy painter. I'd love your help."

"OK! First, you don't need to use that painter's tape. Look," he said, pulling it away from the edge I'd been painting, "your getting paint underneath it anyway. Watch me for a second."

Putting paint on another brush, he smoothly painted a perfect edge, with no irritating blue painter's tape to guide his way.

"Wow, how'd you do that?"

"You can do it too, Ashley, you just need to slow down and have a little patience. Here, you try this edge."

I followed his direction, and did my best to follow his example, but once again I painted a crooked line, globbing paint where I didn't want it and leaving some areas bare that should have been covered.

"You're trying to hurry it. You need to take your time to do it correctly." He came up behind me and took my hand in his, guiding the brush slowly and gently, and I quickly understood the difference between his touch and mine.

"See, you were trying to move too quickly, and in the process, you were making a mess. A little patience..." his voice trailed off as he put more paint on the brush, put it back in my hand, and once again guided my motions. I could feel my body warming as he stood so closely behind me, my heart beating faster as I felt his breath in my ear. But just as soon as I began to melt into him, he pulled away from me, stepping back into the room to survey my work once again.

"That's it, Ashley. Much better. Keep going, I'll be right back, just want to run home to get a few tools."

My mind raced in the few minutes that I was alone. I wanted to stop, to ponder a possible next move with this guy, but I also felt strongly that I needed to keep going, keep painting, show him that I'd made progress by the time he returned. I was overwhelmed with a sense of frustration at how easily he had taken control - in just a matter of minutes, he had made it clear that he was in charge, that he would be calling the shots - and unfortunately I didn't know whether painting was all he had in mind for the day. I just knew I was hoping for more.

Before I knew it, he was back, carrying a cordless drill. "Good job, Ashley, much better. Why don't we try another color now, is this what you wanted to use for an accent wall?"

I looked to see which paint can he was pointing at, and nodded. I reached for a screwdriver to pry open the lid, and with my other hand, grabbed one of the stir sticks I'd been given at the paint store.

"Oh, no, Ashley, I've got something much better." Jake quickly switched attachments on his drill, kneeled next to me, and stirred the paint in just a matter of seconds.

"I didn't know there was such a tool!"

"Oh, yes, stirs the paint much more quickly and effectively. Besides, we'll find a better use for those stir sticks later."

My mind raced once again, searching his face for any clue whether he was talking about home improvement projects or bedroom activities, but I couldn't read anything from his piercing blue eyes. They were at once serious and mischievous. Oh well, nothing I could do but continue to go along with this. He was clearly in the driver's seat.

We worked together in silence for a few more moments before he spoke again. "Do you believe me now, can we get rid of all of this tape? Again, I can think of much better uses for it than cluttering up your living room. And while we're at it, you do realize you don't really need this drop cloth, right?"

"But, um... I just don't want to get anything on the hardwood floor."

"Nor do I. But as with many things in life, if you do it properly, you won't make a mess. Be aware of how much paint is on your brush. Don't rush it. A little patience."

I nodded, allowing his confident voice to wash over me as I worked. Much as I tried to focus on my painting, though, I couldn't help but be distracted by most everything he said. Once it entered my mind that there were double entendres in everything he said, it was difficult to focus on much but the growing warmth between my legs.

"With the drop cloth, you're preparing yourself for failure. You're assuming that you're going to spill a drop. We won't be needing it, trust me."

I nodded my understanding, and he gathered the cloth up from the floor, folded it neatly, and put it in the corner of the room.

"So, how are we doing over here?"

As he had before, he came up behind me, his breath hot on my neck as he watched me paint. I had already improved, my strokes much slower now, and I was no longer spilling paint in all directions. It was actually ending up where I intended - on the wall! Just as I began to take pleasure in this success, I felt his hands on my hips. For a moment, it could have been innocent enough, but then his hands began to wander, reaching underneath the overalls to cup my breasts.

I sighed and melted into him, and nearly dropped the paintbrush. I managed to firm up my grip before it fell to the floor, but in the process, a large drop of green paint fell to the floor, splattering on the hardwood. His hands pulled away from my body, and I spun around to face him.

"I thought you understood that we wouldn't be relying on the drop cloth?"

"But, um, I thought you wanted to..."

"Oh, I do, but not until you accept that there will be a consequence to your sloppiness." His usual confidence remained, but I could tell he was searching my face for a reaction, making sure I was interested in going along with his latest whim.

Oh yes, I was. And I was quick to respond. "I assume that's what the stir stick is for?"

"That's right, Ashley. A few swats should remind you to be more careful in the future."

He picked up one of the virgin sticks, asked me to hold out my hands, palm up, and swatted each of them once, firmly.

"You look disappointed, Ashley. Were you hoping for something more?"

I blushed, realizing that maybe I'd misread his intentions and revealed more about myself than I should have to my neighbor. But my fears were quickly assuaged. "Don't worry, Ashley. There will be more. All in good time. Remember, a little patience."

He tossed the stick to the floor and took me in his arms once again. With a few quick motions, he unhooked the straps of my overalls, letting them fall to my waist, and quickly pulled my t-shirt up and over my head. He pulled my breasts out of the cups of my bra, and took them one by one into his mouth, sucking aggressively. My nipples had always been sensitive but eager, and I arched my back in pleasure as he gently nibbled on them. My hands slipped down to his crotch, and I massaged his growing cock with one hand as the other quickly moved to unbutton his fly and fish it out of his boxers.

"Not so fast, Ashley. A little precision, please?"

He backed away from me and slowly stripped naked, his eyes locked on mine as he removed first his shoes and socks, setting them neatly aside, then his jeans and boxers, and finally his shirt. Only his hard, erect cock revealed that he was aroused - everything else about his movements and the calm of his eyes spoke only of the utmost confidence.

"Now you."

I followed his lead, just as I had a few minutes earlier when I imitated the stroke of his paintbrush. Now it was my turn to peel off what remained of my clothes and set them neatly aside, keeping my eyes fixed on his except for the occasional glance down at his cock.

"Do you want to pleasure me?"

"Oh, yes."

"Then drop to your knees."

Once there, adjusting my kneecaps to the hard, cold floor, I looked up into his eyes, smiling. He continued with his instructions.

"Now," he said calmly, reaching once more for the stir stick. "If I get any sense that you're resorting to the rushed motions you're used to, you're going to get a firm swat, understood? As long as you show some patience, I'll let you work. And remember, don't spill a drop."

I could hardly control my excitement as I eagerly took his cock into my hands and mouth. I moved quickly, lustily, and it wasn't long before I felt the sting of the wood against my skin as he bent down to slap it across my ass. "A little patience, Ashley. All good things to those who wait."

I answered wordlessly, going back to work on his cock with long, slow strokes, as I felt my own juices begin to trickle down my leg. I looked up at him as I took his entire length into my mouth, and, apparently sensing my willingness to follow his rules, he put down the stick. Both hands free, he now grasped my pigtails and gently guided my motions. I was determined to maintain my slow and steady pace, massaging his balls in my hands as I let his cock slide in and out of my mouth, but before long it was he who began to speed things up.

For a few minutes more, he thrust in and out, whispering gentle commands to guide my touch, and I responded instantly to each, eager to please. He raised his voice just a bit to warn me that he was about to orgasm. Then, with a level of control I'd never experienced from a man about to cum, whispered, "Remember, Ashley. Not a drop."

Just at that moment, I felt his warm load shoot deep into my throat. Gagging a bit, I nonetheless continued to suck him off, swallowing every drop, and smiling up at him with pleasure at my success when he finally pulled out of me.

"Nicely done, Ashley. You see, you are a quick learner. Now it's time for your reward."

Before I could respond or react, he picked up the painter's tape and strolled out of the room, down the hall towards my bedroom. My knees both weak and sore, I climbed to my feet as quickly as I could and followed him, arriving just in time to see him pull a long length of tape from the roll and rip it free.

"Now, for your next lesson. For those of us who can paint without this silly guide, there's a much more satisfying use of this tape. On the bed, please."

I did as I was told, eager at this point to entrust my pleasure to Jake. He gently pushed me down so that my head was on the pillow and my body was exposed to him, and then motioned for me to give him my hand. He wrapped one end of the tape gently around my wrist, pulled my arm up over my head, slipped the tape between slats in my headboard, and then used the remainder of the tape to secure my other wrist. I'd never entertained the thought of letting anyone tie me up before, but Jake had done it, no questions asked, in just a matter of seconds.

"Now, spread your legs."

Knowing that his next action would leave me completely defenseless, I nonetheless followed his command, and he quickly had each of my ankles tied to the foot of my bed. I was utterly exposed and vulnerable, and was shocked that my excitement contained no fear, just eager lust. He gave me once more the questioning look he'd used earlier, making sure I was OK to proceed, and I nodded.

Jake climbed on the bed with me, kneeled beside me, and slowly, gently, began licking and massaging my inner thighs. It took him what seemed like minutes to finally reach my pussy lips with his tongue and press between them. I groaned with pleasure as he finally reached his goal, and his chin was soon covered with the juices that had been building there throughout our encounter. With the same patience he had demanded of me, Jake slowly licked and fingered me, following my lead as I writhed beneath him and hissed with any remaining breath, "Yes, that's it, right there. Yes, yessssss....."

I wasn't even aware of my orgasm arriving, it was so long and gradual in its build-up. But when I finally did cum, shuddering and pulling against the tape holding my limbs, I couldn't help but scream out in the most intense pleasure I'd ever experienced. No man I'd been with had ever attempted - much less had the skill or patience to bring me to such a climax - never more than just a quick fuck.

After giving me a few moments to recover, Jake now climbed on top of me, and I wondered whether he would take me right then and there, still tied and defenseless. As if in answer, he climbed to his knees and turned his attention, one by one, to each of my wrists, then my ankles, freeing me to join him in a new position. My limbs a bit stiff from their captivity, I rolled over to one side and stretched. He climbed behind me, his body spooning mine, and whispered in my ear. "Didn't I promise you that listening to me was always a good idea?"

"Yes, and I'm very interested in your suggestions for our next activity?"

Wordlessly, he answered. He slid one hand between my legs, playing with my pussy lips for a few moments, before following with his cock, which was already hard again but became harder as he rubbed it against me. I groaned with pleasure as he finally pressed into me from behind and began stroking in and out, slowly, gently, of course. After a few minutes in this position, he reached for a pillow, positioned it against my belly, and gradually rolled me over onto it, so that he was now on top of me, never breaking the rhythm of his thrusts as he changed our position.

"Oh god yes, you're so deep inside of me. Keep going, faster now!"

After a few more moments, he gradually pulled me up to my knees, so that he was now fucking me in a traditional doggy-style position. This allowed him to pick up his rhythm, and also gave him access to grab my breasts, kneading them and pinching my nipples as he pounded into me, harder and faster with every minute. After the slow and steady attention we'd each given each other earlier, it was delightful to finally fuck with relentless abandon. I encouraged him with louder and dirtier talk as we both pressed closer to orgasm, and finally at the end, reached down and began furiously fingering my own clit.

"Yes, yes, that's it! Fuck me, pound my tight little pussy! Harder, harder! Yes, yes......."

Just as I came, no longer able to speak as my body convulsed beneath his, I felt his load shoot deep inside of me. His hands fell from my breasts to the bed, holding some of his weight as the rest collapsed against me, our spent, sweaty bodies melding into one. After a few moments of panting, enjoying the last rush of our mutual orgasm, he finally collapsed to the bed, pulling me down with him. We relaxed together for quite a while longer before he finally got up and motioned that he would like to take a shower.

I nodded yes, and just heard his last statement before disappearing into the bathroom, "Next Saturday, let's paint the dining room!"

To be continued...

Adeline in Paradise

The hot summer sun was low in the western sky by the time she arrived in Paradise. Exhausted as she was after the full day's journey, Adeline walked directly to the hotel to get a room. "Last one available," the man at the counter exclaimed, although the building seemed eerily quiet. She signed the guestbook, handed over her $2, and followed his directions up the stairs and to the last door on the left.

She unpacked her few belongings quickly, with just a few dresses to hang in the armoire, her intimates to stash in a dresser drawer, and a framed photograph of her family back home for the table by the bed. Her delicate finger caressed their faces one by one - her dear departed daddy, her momma who had so relucantly agreed to let her leave home, and her brother John, who would now be working the farm on his own.

Adeline was a few months past her 18th birthday, but she looked like a young girl again as she gleefully skipped over to the window and peered out to survey her new surroundings. She pulled back the lace curtains with one hand as the other reached up to release the clip holding her golden blonde hair, which now cascaded past her shoulders and down her back.

There was no way that a town called Paradise could be this sleepy before the sun had even set, she thought to herself, and made her way downstairs and outside to explore. She could feel the eyes on her body almost immediately as she stepped off the wooden porch of the hotel to the dirt below. She slowed and began to turn back, self-conscious and aware of her status as a young woman alone in a strange new town. But then she remembered - this journey was meant to be an adventure, a chance to see what new opportunities life might throw her way once she stepped away from the comfort and security of home.

She turned back again, clutched the fabric of her long blue dress in her hands so it wouldn't catch on her shoes, and made her way towards what looked like the center of the small town. By this time of the evening, most storefronts were closed up for the night - she passed the general store, the barber, and a leathersmith's shop. As she walked, she made plans for the following day, when she would seek out these very business owners in hopes of finding gainful employment. She wouldn't need much, just enough to eat and a little to put away to save for her future.

Soon, it was clear that the saloon was the center of the action on this evening in Paradise, with lanterns ablaze, raucous laughter, and the occasional man stumbling out the swinging door just as another entered. Adeline's heart raced with a combination of excitement and trepidation as she stepped through the door herself. Back home on the farm, there was no alcohol, there were no games of cards, and the only young men she knew were the farmers' sons on neighboring land. But she wasn't completely naive - she did have books, after all, and therefore a romantic image of the kind of lives that people might lead in a town such as this.

Immediately, there were men at her side, and those who couldn't reach her from across the room whistled and hooted. It didn't occur to her to be offended, but rather to introduce herself and tell her story. After all, perhaps one of these gentlemen, when sober again in the morning, could offer her a job. Before she knew it, she had been offered a chair at a huge round wooden table, and found herself in the midst of a card game.

"Well, thank you, gentlemen. My name's Adeline, I'm new in town."

"Why yes you are, miss, and what a lovely addition, if you don't mind me saying so."

"Should we deal her in, John?"

"Oh, my, no," Adeline replied demurely, "I've never played before!" And after looking at the bills and coins covering the table, she added, "And I don't have the money."

"That's no problem, sweetheart," a large man directly across the table shouted back to her, "You can owe us!"

A booming female voice surprised Adeline from behind, "Alright boys, that's enough. Can't you give her just a few minutes to get settled before you take advantage?"

The men laughed heartily and went back to their game as Adeline looked up and over her shoulder at a tall, rotund older woman with a motherly look about her.

"What's your name, sweetie?"

"I'm Adeline, it's a pleasure to meet you," she replied, reaching out to shake the woman's hand.

"I'm Rose - Big Rose the boys call me. Pleasure to meet you."

Rose looked Adeline up and down, taking in her perfect figure, beautiful face with big blue eyes, and her lovely long blonde hair. Well, you are a cutie, aren't you! New in town, I suppose?"

"Yes, just left the family farm, hoping to find some excitement, and I'm looking for work, don't suppose you can help me?"

"Actually, dearie, I'm exactly the person you want to be talking to. For a young woman like yourself, I can be your best friend in this town. Let me show you around."

With the older woman's arm around Adeline's waist, the two made their way past the card tables and the bar, and Adeline became aware that the building was much larger than was obvious from the entrance. Just past the bar was a large staircase heading up, but before going that direction, Rose showed Adeline into a huge parlor filled with action. A player piano was tinnily banging away in one corner, and the room was filled with several overstuffed chairs and sofas, with several attractive young women draped on each. Adeline was quickly introduced to each of them, an impossible sea of new faces and names to remember.

They then made their way upstairs to a hallway with several doors on each side, much like the hotel where Adeline had left her few worldly possessions. "Oh, I didn't realize the saloon was also a hotel?"

"Well, not quite," Rose replied, stepping aside as a man came out of one of the rooms, tucking in his shirt, and stumbled down the stairs. "See, each of these rooms belongs to one of my girls. I have one empty right now, if you're interested in working for me."

"What kind of work would I be doing?"

"Well, my goodness, you really did come directly from the farm, didn't you?"

"Why, am I missing something?"

"Follow me." Rose led Adeline into one of the rooms, pulled a chair away from the wall, and motioned for Adeline to press her ear up against the wall, so that she could hear what was happening in the adjoining room. Adeline immediately blushed at what she heard - a rocking bed, the moans of a man and the squeals of a woman. Inexperienced as she was, the sounds of sex in the next room nonetheless excited something deep within her, and she immediately realized what type of business Rose was in.

"I'll cut right to the chase, sweetie, this here is a brothel. I'll understand if you want nothing to do with this, but I can also tell you that it's the only way you'll make a decent living in a sleepy town like Paradise. I take good care of my girls, and I think you've got enough moxy to hold your own, not to mention the looks to appeal to the clientele."

Seeing that Adeline was still flushed and too embarrassed to reply, Rose continued, "It's mostly miners who are coming through this town. They can be rough around the edges, and certainly dirty after a day's work, but they're decent folks. Listen, why don't you sleep on it. If you're interested when morning comes, I can get you set up in this room here, with some new clothes and everything, by tomorrow night."

"Um, Rose? I'm just worried that I wouldn't know what to do. I mean, I've had the occasional roll in the hay back on the farm, but I don't consider myself experienced at all. What if one of these men asks me for something I don't know how to do?"

"Ah, so you really are that innocent. Well, listen, would you like to give something a try tonight, just to see how it goes?"

Adeline paused, but quickly decided she'd regret it if she gave up a new opportunity so soon after leaving home. After all, wasn't she hoping to learn what life had in store for her? "Sure, why not!"

"I like your spirit! Alright, you wait here, make yourself comfortable, and I'll be back in a bit. Don't you worry, you'll love it here."

Adeline only managed to sit on the edge of the bed for a few moments before she found herself drawn back to the edge of the room, to press her ear against the wall once again and listen. There was a different man in the room now, she guessed from the changed pattern of grunts, but the other sounds of sex were very much the same, and once again she felt a warm tingling throughout her body. Alone but very much aware of the action in the next room, one hand went to her mouth, where her breath felt hot and moist against her fingers. The other hand lightly traced the line of her breasts through her dress, her weight now resting against the wall as she listened. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she was unaware someone else had entered her room. A man's strong, tanned arms wrapped around her, his already growing manhood pressing into the small of her back.

She melted into him as he pulled her towards the bed, reaching out with one of his long arms to close the door to her room. She turned to face him, and he smiled kindly when their eyes met. His arms encircled her waist, he pulled her close, and said, "Rose tells me you're her new girl, and you need a little practice tonight?"

"Yes, my name's Adeline," she replied, surprised by the sultriness of her own voice. "I think I have a few things to learn before I start working here."

"Well, that's why I'm here. Do as I say, and you'll be ready to satisfy just about anyone who comes your way."

"I'm ready," she whispered, smiling up into his eyes.

"Take off your dress," he instructed, "and then kneel in front of me."

She stepped back from him just enough to unbutton the fitted bodice of her dress, then let it fall to the floor, leaving her standing before him in just her cotton slip, which clung to her perky breasts and the curve of her hips. As she did this, he unbuttoned his trousers, pulled out his penis and began stroking it. She couldn't take her eyes off of it - although she'd fooled around with teenage boyfriends at home, she'd never actually seen a man's cock before. Her sense of awe as she watched it grow in his hand took her attention away from her bashfulness - and her passion and eagerness now overtook any nervousness that may have been remaining. She quickly dropped to her knees, looking up at him for more instruction.

"Wrap your hands around it, and then take the tip into your mouth."

She did as she was told, mimicking his stroking motions with her hands as she wrapped her lips around the first inch or two. He put a gentle hand on the back of her head to encourage her motions, and she quickly got the idea, beginning to bob up and down on him, taking a few more inches in as she did so. Her hands now focused on the base and his balls, she began taking almost his entire length into her mouth, gagging a bit with each stroke.

"Yes, Adeline, that's it - you're a natural! Keep going, faster now, faster!"

She obeyed, and relished every moment of it. He reached down with both hands and squeezed her breasts through the fabric of her slip, and she squealed with pleasure as she continued to bob up and down, her long blonde hair bouncing against her shoulders with each motion. She needed no further instruction now, holding his full length deep in her throat as she sucked and toyed with his balls, then beginning a slower stroke.

"Oh god, yes! Adeline, are you sure you've never done this before?"

She looked up at him with her big blue eyes, and he knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer. He quickly pulled her up from her knees and tossed her to the bed beneath him.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Oh no, Adeline. You did everything right. It's just time for us both to enjoy a little pleasure. Take off your panties."

She reached down instantly, pulling up her slip and slithering out of her panties, tossing them to the floor. Standing above her, he took one ankle in each hand and lifted her legs straight up, exposing her tight, glistening pussy to his full view. Slowly, gently, he began rubbing his rock-hard cock against her pussy lips, until she gradually opened for him. She was already moaning and writhing below him under this gentle rubbing before he even entered her, but when he finally slid into her in one smooth motion, she cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He filled her more completely than she had ever experienced, but fortunately the intense pleasure as he began to stroke in and out quickly replaced any remaining pain.

She was so wet from the long build-up of excitement that his huge cock soon slid easily in and out of her tight pussy. Both were now moaning in pleasure, but he had yet another position in store for her before he would let them both reach their climax. After a few last thrusts, he pulled out, encouraged her to stand up, turn around, and before she could wonder what was coming next, pounded into her from behind.

"Oh my god, yes! Please, faster!"

He needed no more encouragement, and began pounding relentlessly, their motions against the bed pushing it up against the wall with a dull thud on each stroke. It was only a few moments more before they both reached orgasm, Adeline first, her pussy throbbing against his already-sensitive cock. A few seconds later, he pulled out of her and shot his load across her tight ass and lower back. She collapsed onto the bed below him, needing a few moments to recover, before jumping up again, throwing her arms around him, and covering his face with kisses.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Oh no, Adeline. Thank you. You were fabulous. You'll have no trouble fitting in here."

And with that, he quickly pulled on his trousers and left, leaving her alone in her room once again. Before it even occurred to her to put any of her clothes back on or clean herself up, Big Rose had returned.

"So, I understand you are a natural at this particular activity! Think you'd enjoy doing that several times a day?"

"Oh, yes ma'am, no question."

"Alright then. Why don't you go back to your hotel for the night, and come back tomorrow with your things. This will be your private room, and I'll provide appropriate attire. You'll find the armoire full of new clothes by tomorrow evening. When it comes to food and drink, anything you want from the bar or restaurant downstairs is yours - just ask. I charge each customer $1, and 10 cents of that is yours. You are welcome to leave whenever you like, but if you don't mind me saying so, Adeline, I hope you stay a while."

"Thank you, Rose, you won't regret this! I'm a hard worker, I won't let you down!"

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Within just a few weeks, Adeline was completely at home in Rose's brothel. She had befriended all of the other girls, her charm, easygoing humor and honest innocence winning over even the hardest of the older whores. And all she had to do to melt the guys working downstairs - the bartender or cook, for example - was bat those long eyelashes over her big blue eyes. She had everyone wrapped around her little finger, but was such a sweetheart that nobody thought to mind.

She soon had several regulars, was building up quite a savings, and Addy, as she began to be called, was even developing a reputation for certain specialties. She took pleasure in cleaning up the miners - arriving at the brothel dirty from their hard day's work - wiping the filth from their skin with a warm, damp towel before going to work to pleasure them. Her sweetness and charm only added to her appeal - the fact that young, gorgeous Adeline wasn't simply a willing body, but a sweet, kind young lady, seemed to make the men even harder, faster.

The bank manager came to see her once a week, usually on Thursdays, after his poker buddies had let him win the last pot in exchange for assurances that they'd get the loan they'd asked for, or some such thing. He usually wanted nothing but a blow job, as Addy had learned it was called, asking each time if he could shoot his load all over her face. She never minded, enjoying the feel of the hot, sticky goo on her skin just as much as the pleasure on his face as she seductively collected it with her fingers and fed it to herself after.

There were her favorite miners, John and Gabriel, who particularly enjoyed the towel-bath she would give them when they visited, directly off the job at the end of the day. Both men were in their early 20's, just a bit older than Addy, and both quite handsome once their dirty denim dungarees were tossed aside. As she stood between them, naked, gently cleaning the dirt and grime from their skin, they would squeeze her nipples and rub her pussy, until she finally threw the towel aside and begged them to take turns plunging into her.

Addy quickly became known for this willingness to take on more than one man at a time - something this particular brothel hadn't seen before. Rose was at first concerned about her safety, but once she realized she could charge the men even more for this particular pleasure, was happy to support Addy's newly-discovered talent and give her a bigger cut in exchange. News of this exciting novelty quickly spread, and business was booming. Rose even allowed her a luxury she had never considered for another girl - a day off. Without fail, Adeline spent each Sunday reading in her room and writing letters to her family back home.

She shared what she could in those letters - about all the new friends she'd made, not mentioning exactly where or how. For example, she knew it would please her mother that one of her closest associates in her new town was the pastor. What her mother didn't know - that this pillar of society liked to suck on her tits while she gave him a hand-job - probably wouldn't hurt her. After all, as Pastor William explained to her so often, it wasn't really intercourse, and anyway, the good Lord knows we're all sinners.

Only about six weeks off the farm, Adeline was not only a whore, she was finding great fulfillment in pleasuring two men simultaneously, multiple times per night. She offered whatever they desired: kneeling between the two, one hand on each cock and taking one at a time into her mouth; sucking one to orgasm while the other pounded her from behind; and even allowing one to penetrate her ass while the other fucked her pussy.

There were mornings that she found herself so sore from the previous night's activities that she awoke early, crept down to the river, found a discreet location where she wouldn't offend any watching eyes, and stripped naked to submerge her swollen pussy lips, her red-hot ass cheeks, into the ice-cold water. Gradually adjusting to the frigid temperature, she submerged herself entirely, splashed the cold water onto her torso, gently kneading her breasts which had been grabbed and squeezed brusquely the night before.

It was always a refreshing experience, healing rough skin and preparing her for more pleasure the next night. It also reminded her when she had done the same thing as a young girl - the day's chores complete, she would tear off her clothes as she ran to the river, jumping in and allowing the cold current to heal tired muscles and wash away the day's dirt.

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It was into the midst of this happy routine that the news came - the best kind of news that can hit a sleepy mining town like Paradise. There had been a major silver strike. Within a day, the next announcement arrived - that Friday, to celebrate, the owner of the mine planned to buy the town out of its whiskey and its women. Every miner - including the dozens of new arrivals pouring into town - could have as much liquor as he could hold, and as much time with the women as he could consummate.

Big Rose had been through a few of these boom times before, and was smart enough to quote a dramatically higher than normal rate to the mine owner. After all, an upstanding citizen such as himself had no idea what she normally charged, right? And she made sure that everyone knew about each of her girls' unique look or talents, particularly Adeline and her affinity for servicing more than one man at a time. Under the circumstances, especially once the men started drinking early Friday evening, that word travelled fast.

All of the girls were busy, but the line began to grow longer and longer outside Adeline's door. When it started to get a little rowdy, Rose stepped in, entering Adeline's room between encounters. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate your work, but things are getting a little out of hand down that hallway. Any idea how we can handle this, Addy?"

"I think I've got an idea, Rose, leave it to me."

Rose took her word for it and opened the door. Both women stood in the doorway, confronted with a long line of ansy, tipsy men. But Addy was confident.

"Hey, guys, listen up, alright? I'd like to make you all a little bet. I'll put up my own money, double-or-nothing, that I can satisfy 20 of you in the next hour, four at a time. What do you say, any takers?"

A rowdy roar emanated from the men, followed by a few shouts. "Absolutely, honey, I'll take you up on that!"

"Sure, sweetheart, I figure we win either way, right?"

"Alright then, let's go! Rose, you want to keep time, keep us all honest here?"

Rose could only smile and nod, overwhelmed by Addy's confidence and seemingly endless energy.

Adeline invited the first four men in, closing the door behind them. She knelt on the floor and they surrounded her, needing no instruction to know that she was waiting to be presented with their cocks. She expertly moved from one to another, stroking two at once in each of her hands while sucking on another, the men quickly hard and quickly reaching towards climax at the unprecedented excitement of Addy's eager sexuality.

After priming all four men in just a few minutes, Addy climbed on to the bed, spread her legs, and invited them each to take turns plunging into her tight pussy. One of the men came almost instantly, while the others managed to last long enough to take a few turns before finally covering her with their cum.

Overwhelmed with satisfaction as they were, they left substantial tips on her dresser, zipping up and thanking her profusely before opening the door and once again letting in the sound of over-eager miners from the hallway.

Taking just a few minutes to clean herself and change to a new negligee, Addy welcomed four more men into her room. As the hour wore on, each group was more eager than the last, due both to their wait and to the fact that they could hear the cries of satisfaction coming from her room as she pleased miner after miner. Even though she knew she could do it - Addy never made a bad bet - she found tremendous pleasure in being able to satisfy so many men so quickly. And even though she was focused entirely on their climax, not her own enjoyment, she found that she was coming closer and closer to orgasm with each encounter, however brief.

Finally, she was down to the last four men, with 15 minutes to spare to win her bet with the group. She decided it was time to up the ante. "Alright, guys. I'm going to call it a night after this last group, if that's OK with Rose here."

"Addy, you can have anything you want after the profits you've brought me tonight."

"Alright, then. How about this, guys. If one of you can bring me to climax, I'll split my winnings with you."

The last group of four practically ran into the room, the promise of sex with Adeline now combining with the eagerness to take home some extra money. As she shut the door, she asked the men to drop their trousers, while she removed the last of her few clothes and climbed onto the bed, naked. She reached out her hands and began stroking two of the men, while one of the others, already hard as a rock from the anticipation, plunged deep into her pussy. He came after just a few moments, stepping aside while the fourth man took his turn. He lasted longer, but also reached his climax after just a few minutes.

The two other men, their cocks rock hard after her expert handling, eagerly took her invitation to join her on the bed. She pushed one man down onto his back and promptly climbed on top of him, lowering herself onto his cock and riding him gleefully.

"Now," she said to the other man waiting on the bed next to her, "I want you to kneel behind me and fuck my ass with that big cock of yours."

She slowed her motions to allow him to approach her from behind and press into her. Raw as she already was from the night's activities, she had yet to be double-penetrated until now, and the two men's motions inside of her brought her very quickly to the brink of pleasure.

"Yes, oh god yes, that's it. Fuck me, fuck me harder!"

The other two men watched rather helplessly, already spent, as Adeline began to writhe between their friends. She regained her composure long enough to notice their detachment and invite them back into the action.

"You, get over here and grab my breasts. Knead them, pinch my nipples. Don't be shy. And you, I see your cock starting to harden again - get that in my mouth. After all the attention I've given out tonight, I need a little more for myself."

The men were more than happy to oblige, and before long Addy was riding one of the longest, most powerful orgasms of her short sexual career. As her muscles clenched and she writhed around their eager cocks, she felt each of the men cum inside her - one in her mouth, one in her ass, and one in her dripping-wet pussy. Her waves of pleasure outlasted all of them, until she finally collapsed to the bed, completely spent, completely satisfied.

Once she regained her composure, she looked up at the men, already re-dressed and smiling down at her, and said, "Alright, boys, you did it. Guess we need to split the pot five ways now?"