Samantha gets a narrator

This is a simple story. One I'm sure you've heard before. It begins like so many others with a young woman.

This woman lived in a modest apartment, in a modest city, and worked a modest office job. You'd be forgiven for thinking everything about her life was modest but we wouldn't have much of a story if it stayed like that, but we'll get to that later. First things first, we'll check on how she is now.

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It was a warm afternoon as Samantha sat in her apartment reading a book. Beside her, a cool drink waited to be enjoyed. Across from her, her phone lay silent and unused.

"Who said that?!?"

Samantha jumped up alarmed and frantically scanned her space. However, she froze as the words matched her movements.

"Who's there? Whose saying this?"

She stayed stock-still as the words continued and waited... and waited... and... you know this can't work unless you do something.

"What's going on?"

I'm a narrator. I narrate what you're doing, so do something so we can continue with the story.

"What story? I don't want to be in any story. This has to be done kind of mistake. So just stop whatever this is and go away."

<sigh> Simple minded, ignorant... Fine we'll just do this the hard way. Miraculously, Samantha's fear faded as she became more relaxed and open to new experiences.

"Oh, that felt good. What did you do?"

That was just a little adjustment, as your narrator I can use them to make sure the story stays on track. Now let's do something about your wardrobe because the sweatshirt and leggings aren't going to cut it for what comes next.

"But I like them, they're comfy."

Nevertheless, they have to go. Samantha moved purposely towards her bedroom shedding her clothes as she went. As she stood in front of her bedroom mirror, she admired her naked body with a smile.

"I didn't want to do that. You're controlling me and I'm not freaking out. Why am I not freaking out?"

If you 'freak out' as you so eloquently put it, there wouldn't be much of a story. Now, Samantha turned to her closet but frowned at what she saw inside.

"Hey! I like my clothes."

That may be but they just won't do for what comes next. Now how to deal with... Aha! The unexpected knock on her door caused a burst of excitement in her and Samantha rushed to answer it.

"Wait! I'm still naked!"

Samantha didn't wait and hastily threw open the door to see a delivery driver holding a cardboard box. His expression quickly turned from shock to a hungry leer.

"Umm, I forgot my robe."

The driver just nodded and continued devour her nude body with his eyes.

"Is that for me?"

Samantha weakly pointed towards the box and moved to take it. However, the lust in the driver's eyes was turning her on and her mind wondered to all the fun they could have together.

"What!?! I'd never-"

She invited the driver in with a wink.

"Would you like to see what's in my box? I'll make it worth your while."

Samantha took the box and pointedly looked at the driver's package before she turned and sashayed away from the door.

"Please let me out some clothes on and why didn't he react to you? Also who says 'sashayed' nowadays?"

He's just a secondary character. He doesn't have a name let alone any lines. As for my word choice, I thought you'd appreciate a little innuendo over a crass description. Nonetheless, if you'd prefer the latter.

"I'd prefer that this wasn't happening. So if it's my choice, how about you just sto-"

Samantha headed into her apartment while the driver followed. She put the box down in the middle of the room by bending at the waist and smirked over her shoulder as the driver ogled the globes of her ass. After a few wiggles, she silently indicated to driver to sit on her couch.

"Wiggling my butt? What am I, a dog?"

Oh right, you wanted things to be more crass.

"No I fucking didn't... Why the fuck did I swear? Oh shit... Well, you've got me shaking my ass and cursing like a fucking sailor, now what?"

Samantha opened the box to find a variety of risqué clothes and shoes but one thing seemed to call to her.

"Oh hell no! I don't care what kind of freaky control you have, I'm not wearing that fucking-"

*Ahem* She pulled out a beautiful sheer body stocking. She smirked at the driver as she ran it over her hands. Without a word, she slowly stepped into it and drew it up her body.

"I fucking hate you."

As I said, without a word, she posed in the figure hugging garment and ran her hands teasingly over her body. After a moment, she moved to the driver and straddled his lap.

"Oh baby, if you like what you see and want to play, it'll cost you. Wait... what?"

The driver quickly pulled a fold of cash from his pocket and practically **** it into her hands.

"Wait a minute."

His hands immediately cupped her tits but rapidly moved down her body.

"I said wait a minute."

He admired the sight of her pussy barely covered by the see-through material for a second then tore an opening. He rushed to open his own pants next.

"JUST FUCKING STOP!!!"

Oh what is it now? We're just getting to the good part.

"You take control of me and make me do all these thing just to make me a hooker. Why?"

Because the theme is 'brief encounters' and the meeting between a prostitute and her client is among the briefest out there.

"Theme? What the fuck are you talking about?"

Look we don't have time for this. The author only came up with this idea yesterday and they have a deadline to get it done. I don't even know if they're going to have time to proofread. So let's make one more adjustment and no more complaints, got it?

"But I don't wanna be a- ugh- hrmph- Oooh that felt really good. Why was I bitching? Being a whore sounds fantastic."

Finally, now we're was I? Oh yes. The driver finally got his pants open and his hard cock sprang free. Samantha cooed and lined it up with her wet slit. With a pleasurable moan from both of them, she slid down his shaft.

"Oh fuck baby! That feels so good! Your big dick is filling me so much!"

The driver could only groan as Samantha bounced on his lap. His hands kept moving though, first her hips, then down to squeeze her ass, finally back up to her tits where he ripped the body stocking again to free then.

"That's it baby, play with those tits. You paid to fuck me. You can do whatever you want."

A gleam entered the driver's eyes just before he flipped them over. Now under him with her legs spread wide, Samantha didn't even try to hold back the moans as the driver's thrusts increased in **** and speed.

"Right there baby! Right there! Oh fuck it's so good! You're gonna make me- I'm gonna-FUCK! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

Samantha's eyes rolled back and her whole body shook as the powerful orgasm ripped thru her. The driver tried to hold back but that sight quickly sent him over the edge. So with a final thrust, he unloaded deep into her pussy. The sensation of cum hitting her insides drew a sigh of contentment out of Samantha and she instinctually used her pussy to milk the driver's cock.

"The cream pie is extra baby. But since you made me cum so hard, we'll let that go just this once."

The driver nodded and reluctantly pulled out. Samantha smirked and kept her legs spread to show the driver's cum dripping from her well fucked pussy.

"Look at how good you fuck me baby. Next time I get a delivery, bring extra cash and you can fill me up again."

The driver obediently nodded as he fixed his pants and without a word, left the apartment. As Samantha watched him go, one of her hands snaked it's way between her legs to lazily rub her clit and the other held the money the driver paid her.

"Well I'm a fucking whore now. It feels pretty good. So what's next?"

What's next is the end of our story. Now that Samantha has tasted the taboo of illicit sex for money, she knew deep down she'd always crave it. The only question was if her friends and family could accept... hmm... do you mind I'm almost done.

"What's going on?"

Oh just a moment, this is highly irregular... What are you blathering on about? It says it right there: 'The story of Samantha selling herself for the first time.' Clear as day... Don't be daft, mix ups don't occur at this level... A stripper named Sapphire... Well then what was her story supposed to be?... A romantic comedy... How in the blazes am I supposed to turn this situation into a romantic comedy?!?

"I told you there was a mistake."

Oh shut up.