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It was part of my job to break in new whores and teach them all about anal sex. Nancy tamed out to be a natural. She moaned as she felt my warm, wet tongue lapping away at her sensitive ass.
Then I reached for my trusty tube of lube, squeezing some into her crack and working it in good. You can imagine how worked up the trick got, watching me 'prep' Nancy's asshole for a good fucking. I was afraid he was going to blast off before he even got inside her, his cock was so hard and throbbing.
I had him get behind Nancy and then he took over, sliding his stiff cock up her ass. She took him nice and smooth, as if she had done this a hundred times before, which she probably had. She pushed back with her butt, eager to get it all, as he pumped it inside her.
"Oh, yeah, fuck my ass! fuck my ass, stud!" she yelled, and I could tell it wasn't just 'whore-talk.' She really wanted him back there. This slut was a natural-born butt-fucker, and now I was going to put her ass to work for me!
CHAPTER ONE
I have a 160 I.Q. and was a math major before I dropped out of college. So how did I wind up becoming a whore? Well, ever since my libido really started sprouting I had entertained vivid, sometimes unusual sexual fantasies. More and more these began to center around being a sex professional, a prostitute. I don't know why, but I just found that so arousing, making money off of sex. To me, being a whore sounded a whole lot more exciting than being a lawyer or some sort of straight businesswoman.
And let's be truthful for a moment. What woman could honestly claim that she never thought about what it might be like to turn tricks, to get paid for having sex? For me that had definitely long been my number one sex fantasy. I can't tell you how many times I jerked off at night thinking about myself in hot, lewd whore fantasies.
But it was when I took an elective course on the alternative American novel from a really cool professor in college that these fantasies truly became intense and vivid for me. Professor Sanders, my instructor, assigned us several autobiographical novels by a supposedly notorious and renowned black pimp. You might have heard of him and his books. They were stories of a pimp and his whores in New York City, and the books just fascinated me. In fact, I became rather obsessed with them.
I'd read them in bed at night in my dorm room, and only when my roommate was out so I could have complete privacy. I'd sit back against my pillows, my hand between my legs strumming at my clit as I read about all sorts of pimping and whoring adventures in midtown Manhattan decades ago. The accounts thrilled me. I'd peruse them over and over again, finally climaxing to some particularly sizzling passage.
And as I read I'd imagine myself in those scenarios, inserting myself into the sizzling scenes that this brilliant pimp-novelist described.
You see, I grew up in a tedious upper-class Connecticut suburb where everyone talked about tennis and golf and country clubs. But while my friends at college were thinking about sailing vacations in the Bahamas or touring the south of France, I was daydreaming about pimps and hotel rooms and tricks.
I even decided to write my course paper on one of this pimp-writer's novels. I called it "The Psychology of Pimp-Whore Relations in the Novels of...." I got an A+ on my paper and my instructor said he was so impressed by my effort that he wanted me to come to his office to discuss it with him.
"That was a wonderfully insightful analysis you did, Barbara," my instructor said. That's my real name-Barbara. 'Bunny' is the name I adopted when I started turning tricks.
"Why, thank you, Professor Sanders," I said.
"You really delved deeply in your attempt to understand what goes on in the mind of a prostitute," he said. My professor was a very handsome man, probably around fifty, and I knew for a fact that he was married. Not that this stopped me from having a little crush on him. Older men can be so sexy sometimes.
"For some reason, I really feel I understand where that whole desire to sell your body comes from," I said.
"Yes, the liberal assumption has always been to claim that prostitutes engage in their trade strictly out of need. You know, necessity is the mother of invention. Women become prostitutes because it's one of the few available economic choices, they have, etc., etc. And of course there's a lot of truth to that...."
"But it's definitely not the whole picture," I interrupted.
"Not by a long shot."
"Yes, prostitutes, as you've pointed out in your analysis of these books, are compelled by many different needs and wants," he went on, a touch pedantically.
"Whores, Professor Sanders. Not prostitutes. The word 'prostitute' sounds so clinical. I prefer the word 'whore.'"
"Very well ... whores," he said, stressing the word.
We looked at each other over a long moment of silence.
"Barbara, I hope you don't find me rude asking you this-" he started but I interrupted him again.
"Call me Bunny," I said. That was the name I had chosen for myself when I began to imagine myself as a woman in the trade.
"Okay, Bunny," he continued. "I couldn't help feeling you identified with prostitutes very strongly, almost as though you had some experience in that arena yourself."
My professor was very perceptive, though he was wrong about my having had any such experience ... yet. His insight, though, was getting me strangely excited.
"I can see why you say that, Professor Sanders. I know it seems that way. Though the truth is I haven't had any experience of that sort at all...."
There was another very long moment of silence...." at least not yet."
I leaned over and looked him in the eye.
"Though I sure have been thinking about acquiring just such experience. Especially since I read the books you assigned us."
More taut silence. And then Professor Sanders did something which I will remember all my life. He took out his wallet and handed me a couple of twenties.
"Well, maybe you can start getting some of that experience right now," he said boldly.
"Maybe I can" I said, taking the bills from him, amazed that I was as calm and collected as he was. Here I was, a young woman who had fantasized intensely about being a whore. And now for the first time I was being offered money for sex. I was being given the opportunity to actually be a whore.
"Hmmm, only forty dollars," I said, fingering the two twenties.
"Unfortunately that's all I have," he said.
"I think we can work something out," I said, getting up to flip the lock on his door.
"For forty dollars I can give you a blow job, Professor Sanders. How would that suit you?" I asked.
"That would suit me just fine," he said, smirking.
Though on the surface I appeared nice and calm, now, as the moment of truth was upon me, my heart was beating a mile a minute.
I unbuttoned my shirt and revealed my tits.
"Here, this is so you'll have something to look at," I said, showing off my perfect breasts as I reached down to unzip his pants. I pulled it out and saw it was still soft, so I tugged at it a little and made it meatier.
Then I dropped down to my knees, looked up at him briefly, and wrapped my lips around his cock. I was twenty and I had sucked dozens of cocks, but here I was sucking one for money for cold, hard cash!
It only took a few seconds for my professor's cock to grow rigid in my mouth, and only a few more for that hard cock to throb and spurt as he unloaded. I swallowed down every drop, licking my lips lewdly.
"That was pretty easy money," I said, zipping him up. "Maybe next time you'll make me work a little harder for it. And we'll do some other nasty things too."
Now that he had cum he was rather embarrassed, and tried to avoid my direct gaze.
"Maybe next time you can have some of this," I said, lifting up my skirt, pulling down my panties and flashing my pussy. "Of course that'll be a little more expensive."
I couldn't believe how I was getting right into the groove. I guess all that fantasizing, and then the reading of those books, was paying off. Don't ever believe anyone who says you can't learn anything from a book!
His eyes were like lasers, staring at my snatch as I held my skirt up above my waist so he could have a peek. Then I sat on the edge of his desk and flexed and spread my legs, so he could have a really good look at my pussy.
"You like, Professor?" I cooed.
"I like very much," he said, with a sexy smile.
"Here, keep these as a memento," I said, handing him my panties. And then I exited into the quad, the cool autumn air breezing between my legs!
Professor Sanders was my first trick, and my only one for a while. Just as being a whore was a big fantasy for me, so my English teacher had long fantasized about being a trick, about paying for it, even though he was very handsome and sexy and could probably get all the women he wanted, especially among all the coeds on campus who lusted after him. But I got him to pay for it, whereas they would've gladly lined up to give it to him for free!
He confessed to me that he was a regular client of several Boston prostitutes. And it was partly his interest in whoring which led him to assign us those books. So when he read my paper, and correctly detected that whores and whoring were as intriguing to me as to him, he said he couldn't resist having me come to his office and then daring to make that first offer.
And it was the first of many. For a semester I'd suck and fuck him once a week, and I always got paid for it. Once he offered me two hundred dollars to let him fuck me up the ass. Little did he know I would've done it for the same fee as straight sex. I've always loved getting assfucked. It's not something I have to get paid extra to do. Though I did learn to take advantage of the fact that men gladly paid extra for that particular pleasure, a pleasure denied them by so many of their wives and girlfriends. After that first time sliding his cock up my tight, young ass, that's all Professor Sanders ever wanted to do. And I gladly took his two hundred bucks a shot each time. Shit, I made a couple of thou that semester from this first of my tricks. And he gave me an 'A' in my course too!
But it all came to an end when his wife found the pair of panties I had given him that first time. She confronted him and he broke down, confessing that he was seeing a whore. Pressing further, she got him to admit that the whore was one of his students, that it was me! The shit really hit the fan after that and I was forced to drop out of school. But by that time I was ready to do that anyway. I was getting tired of math. The only math I was interested in was the arithmetic I'd need to add up all the money I was going to make hustling my ass!
So I moved to New York. I had read an article in a magazine about prostitution in New York, and it mentioned several bars at notorious locations where prostitutes and their pimps hung out. Naturally I started hanging out at those spots myself, and it took me all of two minutes to meet 'Daddy Spade,' a black pimp who seemed like he was lifted straight off the pages of the books I had read.
To make a long story short, because I have to move on to another story soon, Daddy became my pimp and for three years I turned tricks for him. You hear about pimps brutalizing young whores. Some definitely do, but not Daddy, at least not with me. But then again, I was smarter and showed more savvy than the average street whore. Plus, I loved, not resented, having a pimp.
I did a little bit of everything. I walked the streets around Central Park. I worked the bars. I operated out of an East Side high rise apartment which Daddy rented for me and the other four or five girls in his stable. Some girls would never work with a pimp, but at that stage of my career having a pimp was a big part of my fantasy, inspired by those notorious novels I read in college. And, of course, he had to be a black pimp, and drive a big Caddy too!
But whoring can really wear you down. And the smart whore takes a break from it, sometimes permanent, sometimes temporary. So after three solid years of turning tricks, I decided to call it quits. At least for a while. Daddy took it well. He had several other moneymakers in his stable, several girls I, in fact, helped recruit for him. Plus, he and I always got on in a special way. He was another high I.Q. type who found himself working in what was often seen as a low I.Q. world, and we quickly became soul mates of a sort. We even talked about philosophy and literature. At first glance, people would assume Daddy was nothing but a strong arm hustler. But he was far from that. He was a player, a serious and smart player.
Luckily, unlike some working girls, I had a terrific body. I was an athlete in high school and college, and so I was firm and trim. Plus I happened to be naturally endowed with a sleek but shapely figure, with nice big tits and a firm, round ass. On top of that, I had spent five years studying jazz dancing. So with my natural endowment and my acquired dancing skills, together with my experience whoring and the knack that gave me for knowing how to turn on a man, I was easily able to obtain work as a dancer in topless and bottomless clubs as a stripper. The money wasn't as good as I could make turning tricks, but it was good enough, and it was an easier life.
One night, about a year after I had left Daddy's stable and stopped whoring, I visited his pad to celebrate his 30th birthday. Though I no longer worked for him, I was still always a welcome visitor at his crib. I knew several of the girls who worked for him and got along with them very well. In fact, I had been a mentor to several of them. Whores are often at each other's throats, all choked up with spite and envy. Not me, though. I got on well with other whores. In fact, Daddy once told me I'd make a great madam and should try that some day. That bit of advice stayed in my head, and eventually took root in the story I will soon tell here.
I had been at Daddy's for only a few minutes and the party had hardly gotten started when a wild scene erupted. Daddy had one of his new bitches in his lap, Donna, a foxy white girl from the south. I could tell by the way he was cooing at her that she was his favorite new whore. Being new to his stable, she naturally thought she was special. I could see this from that smug look on her face and the way she acted as though Daddy were her man and nobody else's.
Suddenly the door opened and Mocha rushed in. Mocha was a beautiful light-skinned black whore. Daddy and I recruited her together on a trip we took to Philadelphia and I helped him break her in. After I left Daddy's stable a year ago, Mocha had taken my place as the number one whore. Mow Mocha stared coldly at Daddy and at Donna, a look of smoldering anger on her face.
"What is this bitch doing here?" Mocha said to Daddy, pointing to Donna, "I thought you said she had gone back South to see her po' white trash family."
"Shut the fuck up, Mocha, okay? Stop being a such a cunt," Donna said, and I knew right away that was a big mistake. Young new whores are supposed to show respect to their more seasoned sisters, or at least pretend to.
"Who you calling a cunt, you streetwalkin' piece of redneck trash?" Mocha hissed.
"You!" Donna said icily. "You're a cunt ... a real cunt."
I knew now that the feathers were about to start flying.
Like a wild bobcat, Mocha lunged at Donna and in no time at all the two of them were really going at it, tearing and clawing at each other. Daddy just laid back and laughed, loving the fuss, enjoying the whore catfight, gloating in that special pimp's way that his bitches were fighting for his favors.
Daddy and I shared a knowing look.
The two of them were going at it so hot and heavy that soon their clothes were in tatters.
"Get the fuck off me, you black bitch!" Donna screamed as Mocha, bigger and stronger, was beginning to gain control over the situation. This is what the younger bitches always have to learn. That the older ones will fight to the death not to let them get over on them. And that's what Mocha was doing now, giving the young whore a lesson in respect.
She had managed to get Donna down on her stomach on the bed, and was sitting on her as Donna squealed like crazy, trying to break free. By this time I could see Daddy had a hard-on and was rubbing his pants. He always got a charge watching his bitches fight over him. I had always been too cool for shit like that, and Daddy appreciated my maturity and composure. In fact, we would often watch together, bemused, as these inevitable catfights erupted among the more excitable whores.
I don't know whether it was just watching them fight like that, or seeing Daddy get a boner over it, but the whole scene was making me as hot as it was making him.
So, using my prerogative of still being the honorary top cat in his stable, I leaned over to Daddy, pulled down his fly, and took out his big, ebony dick as I had so many countless times before.
Mocha, watching me do this, smiled. She didn't at all mind seeing me get some of Daddy. After all, she knew that was, and probably always would be, my privilege. It was newcomer Donna who pissed her off, who had to be taught not to just expect the goods any old time she wanted them.
"Yeah, Bunny," Mocha said, looking over at me with a satisfied smile. "Play with that dick of Daddy's. Play with it, because I'm about give you two a hell of a show."
Now Mocha reached over to open her bag and pulled out two sets of handcuffs. Some whores keep these on hand for the kinky tricks. She snapped a pair on each of Donna's wrists, then attached the other half of the two pairs to the bedposts. Donna was squirming like a cornered squirrel, but there wasn't much she could by then. Mocha was quickly asserting her dominance in the whore hierarchy here, and about to give Donna a stern lesson. Plus Mocha was strong, real strong.
"You really love Daddy's ten thick black inches, don't you?" Mocha said to Donna, her voice thick with contempt and menace. "Well don't fret, bitch, because you're going to get ten big black inches tonight, and then some!"
Mocha had lived with Daddy for a while, and I knew for a fact she still kept a lot of her stuff there. So now she went into a closet, shuffled through it, and came out with a favorite old toy. Daddy and I smiled when we saw the enormous black leather strap-on dildo; we both knew how much Mocha enjoyed wielding it. Mocha had come to specialize in B&D scenes with tricks who enjoy that sort of thing and was sometimes begged to use her strap-on on them. In fact, two or three times Mocha and I had teamed up for that kind of scene, taking turns strapping on the dildo and making some sorry dude's bottom real sore.
Now as a more subdued Donna looked on, Mocha strapped it on and paraded around in front of her. Handcuffed to the bed, all Donna could do was watch, and she looked stunned at the sight of that huge strap-on leather cock. Although it was hard to tell if she was stunned with fear or stunned with hunger and desire.
"What are you planning to do with that?" Donna asked.
"With this? What am I going to do with it?" Mocha said mockingly, a sexy sneer on her face. "Let me tell you exactly what I'm going to do with it, cunt."
Mocha just stood there, stroking the ten or so inches of leather cock.
"I fuck worms up the ass with this. And you're going to be my worm tonight," Mocha said.
Donna actually gasped when she heard that.
Now Mocha walked right up to Donna's face, waving the leather cock in front of Donna's eyes and then slapping her cheeks with it.
"So Donna, you wanted some big, black cock tonight, huh? Daddy's cock. Well, you're gonna get some big, black cock, except it ain't gonna be Daddy's."
In fact, it was I who was getting to enjoy Daddy's thick black boner, fisting it slowly as we watched Mocha do her thing.
"That black dick," Mocha said, pointing at Daddy's, nested in my fist, "is for fine bitches, like me and Bunny. This one is for little twerp twats like you."
Mocha slapped Donna's face.
"Open your mouth!" she hissed.
Donna had this sassy look on her face, like she was beginning to enjoy all this. Suddenly looking feisty again, Donna opened her lips as Mocha pushed the life-like leather cock between them.
"See, the little bitch loves to suck big ones," Mocha said.
"Yeah, and I suck 'em better than you ever did or will," Donna said defiantly, as Mocha slapped her face again. There was something in that look in Donna's eyes that made me think a part of her enjoyed being slapped around by Mocha, being put in her place, and yet still being able to act fresh and sassy. That's a good whore attitude to have sometimes, submissive but real fresh and spunky.
Now Mocha reached into her bag again for a tube of lubricating jelly. Most whores carry a tube, especially the ones that do greek, like Mocha. And me, when I was still hustling my ass ... literally!
Daddy wrapped one of his big arms around me as I massaged his shaft while we watched the lewd show unfold.
Mocha squeezed a dab of the jelly onto her fingertips, and pinning Donna down in place with one hand, slapped the jelly between her buns, working it into her crack.
"Why don't you fuck my pussy first," Donna said, totally into it now.
"I only fuck assholes with this dick, not pussies," Mocha said as she looked over at me and Daddy. "Yeah, Bunny, take care of Daddy's dick for him, will you?" she hissed, looking back at us, as she got behind Donna. And then, with one relentless, savage thrust she forced her big leather cock deep into Donna's ass. Donna started to yell like a banshee, but it was just for show. I had heard a bit about her through the grapevine. I knew that she, like most girls who make their way through Daddy's stable, liked to do greek and did it on a regular basis. I sure knew that was true of me. In fact, the word on the street was that Donna was actually a bit of a greek freak. I'm sure Daddy had screwed that tight redneck butt of hers more than once.
"What the fuck you doing?!" Donna shrieked. Suddenly she must've realized that it wasn't a trick who was greeking her for two C bills, or Daddy boning her asshole as a special treat, but another whore who had handcuffed her to a bed and was forcing her to submit to this savage anal assault.
"Are you a dumb bitch, or what?" Mocha said. "I'm fuckin' you up your fuckin' asshole. That's what I'm doin'."
I knew that Donna was thrilled by this, and part of it was the humiliation of it that was getting to Donna. Mocha knew it. Pinned down, handcuffed to the bedposts, and forced to take a huge leather dick up her ass from a superior whore while her pimp watched, Donna still tried to one up Mocha.
"You sorry bitch. You're only doing this 'cause you know Daddy likes me more than you. He likes my tight, young, fresh pussy, not just my butt. The only thing that's tight on you is your asshole!"
It was all talk. Mocha and I had talked about this kind of shit, and no one had better muscle control than Mocha. Even the tricks said she had a pussy like a virgin.
I still vividly remembered how Daddy had me help 'break Mocha in' by doing to her just what she was now doing to Donna, strapping on a big dildo and fucking her up the ass. I loved reaming her rectum like that back then, and I'm sure that's where she learned that kinky use for a thick strap-on toy. You'd be surprised how many requests whores get from guys to do them that way. That's why almost every smart, well equipped whore owns a strap-on dildo, preferably several in different sizes.
Anyway, Mocha and Donna were soon caught up in their nasty anal coupling. Mocha was thrusting hard into Donna's very willing bottom, and Donna was squealing uninhibitedly, pushing back on it, eager to take every inch of Mocha's leather cock deep into her butt. Daddy and I watched the sizzling show, utterly spellbound by the lewd display. His cock felt like it was going to burst, it was so hard.
"Say, Daddy?" I said, turning to him. "How about I suck you off while you watch these nasty bitches do their thing."
"Who you calling a bitch?" Mocha said jokingly, turning to me with a wink and a smile. She knew that when I called her a bitch it was all in fun.
"You, Mocha, and that young slut you're sodomizing," I said, as I bent down now to take the smooth chocolate-hued knob of Daddy's cock in my mouth.
Neither Mocha nor Donna were going to get Daddy off tonight; I was. So as I turned my eyes to keep watching the show, I took good care of my old pimp. A minute later he emptied a thick load in my mouth. I knew Daddy. He may have been a virile dude with a hard cock, but I knew that after he'd cum he wouldn't be any good for at least another twelve hours. All he wanted to do was sleep. So I took a certain old-timer's satisfaction in knowing that neither Donna nor Mocha were going to enjoy that stiff cock of Daddy's tonight. That cock had belonged to me!
CHAPTER TWO
So as I've said, eventually I got a little burnt out by the hustling trade. I had watched girls who had been whoring a little too long deteriorate real quick. I didn't want that to happen to me; hooking can take a toll on you, even if you don't drink too much or get caught up in the drug thing. And I managed to stay nice and clean in those departments. But I loved sex and as a hooker you can get real jaded and turn completely cold to sex. That's what happens to a lot of hookers, and I sure didn't want to go that route myself.
And so I started stripping, shaking my tight booty for the paying clientele. My income dropped, but the peace of mind was worth it. Most of my money I made from tips. Guys would hand me ten or twenty dollar bills, or slip them into my G-string. And I also did lap dances. That's where you straddle a seated guy and sort of dry hump him at a dollar a minute. Some dancers don't like doing that, but as a former hustler it was nothing to me. I knew how to turn a guy on in more ways than you can count!
I was stripping in a topless joint. You can show your tits but you've got to wear a G-string down below. That's the law for joints that serve booze, like this one did.
Now some of the dancers I work with can't stand guys, they just go through the motions. But as a hooker I came to understand men and their desires. So I knew how to respond to the guys watching me and make them feel appreciated, as though I were dancing just for them. Plus, I've always been something of an exhibitionist. As a whore, I loved to show it off and turn men on, getting them all hard and achy before I finally sucked them off or let them fuck me. Now the thought that my moves up on stage might be making some guy's dick swell in his pants gave me a charge too, even though I was no longer prepared to take care of that dick, except through a dry hump as I sat on his lap. And I happened to know for a fact that I got off lots of guys in just that way. I could feel their boners throb, and sometimes even feel their wet loads through their soaked trousers. That somehow always gave me a real charge too, though it disgusted some of the other girls.
I was doing my number in the club one night last week when, looking over the audience, I was stunned to see my older brother Hank sitting at a table, watching me strip! Our eyes locked, and he looked a little awkward. I actually thought I detected him blushing! But he didn't stop staring, and I didn't stop stripping. I hadn't seen my brother for months. Hank is exactly ten years older than me. He just had his 35th birthday and I had sent a card and a gift to his office. I sent it to his office and not to his house because Hank's wife, Margie, hates me and what I do. She's one of those stuck-up country club bitches from Fairfield County with frosted blonde hair and an ever-present string of pearls around her neck. Just thinking about her makes me sick to my stomach! Anyway, Margie learned that I was turning tricks in Manhattan through some friend of hers who happened to find my name and number in the pocket of her husband's trousers. You'd think that married men who went with whores wouldn't be so careless.
Hank had known I was turning tricks, but he had kept it from his wife. But when the bitch found out, she insisted that Hank have nothing to do with me ever again. The ball buster must've had a hold on my brother, because after that he stopped calling me. It hurt me too, because my brother and I were always real close. I had told him about becoming a hooker. Naturally, he disapproved, but he still remained devoted to me and told me I could always count on him if the going got rough. Until that bulldog wife of his told him to cut the links, that is.
And so I was surprised to see him now, watching me on stage.
I had called him at his office awhile back and told him I had stopped turning tricks and was now just dancing and stripping. He was happy to hear about that. I told him to come down to the club to see me any time he wanted, but I didn't think he'd ever actually show up. And now here he was.
After my set I went and had a drink with him. He told me he had worked late that night and rather than returning to Connecticut he had taken a room in a midtown hotel a few blocks from the club. He said he left his office late and thought he'd stop by and see me before he went back to his hotel.
I had another set to dance, but suggested that maybe I could stop by his hotel after I finished work for the night. I knew that his wife would burst a blood vessel or two if she heard that Hank had come down to see me at the club, let alone have me come up to his hotel room. But with a sweet, brotherly smile he said he'd love to have me visit him afterwards.
When I got to his room he looked like the Hank I always knew and admired. He had taken off his stiff Wall Street suit and was wearing jeans and a tight T-shirt. Hank always had a great bod and I could see he still did. Back when I was a teen all my girlfriends had the hots for him. With that face and body, who wouldn't? I used to have quite a crush on him myself. And the way my heart suddenly skipped a beat when I saw him now, I realized I still carried a little of that old crush with me.
He poured us drinks and we talked for a while, filling each other in on what we were doing.
"God, Margie would really flip out, wouldn't she, if she knew I was up here with you?" I said.
A sour scowl suddenly animated his face.
"Frankly, I don't care what the bitch thinks anymore," he said coldly.
"Sounds like the marriage is getting a little shaky," I said, the hopefulness in my voice apparent, I knew.
"More than that, I think we're finished. Shit, we haven't even fucked for almost a year," he confessed. "Not that we ever were the most passionate of lovers."
I had sensed this. I knew Hank hadn't married Margie because he loved her or was turned on by her. She came from a prominent business family, and he married her for the advantage of her family ties. I had always known that, and once Hank actually confessed as much to me, saying that I wasn't the only whore in the family. He felt like a whore too, having married that controlling bitch.
"Let's forget about Margie for now, shall we?" I said, handing my brother his drink. My brother was moody, and I didn't want to see him get into a dark and ugly mood just because I had made him start thinking and talking about his wife and his lousy marriage.
So I thought I'd change the subject.
"So what'd you think, bro? Was I good up there?" I asked. "Dancing like that?"
He smiled a sexy smile.
"What do you think?" he said.
"I think I was pretty good," I said.
"You were sensational, Barbara," he said.
"Bunny, call me Bunny. I hate Barbara," I reminded him.
"Bunny, you looked so damned hot dancing, you even made my dick hard. And I'm your own brother for godsakes!" he told me straight to my face.
Could he have known just how much it excited me to hear him say that?
"Well, it sounds like your dick doesn't get too many opportunities to get hard back at the home front," I teased him.
"Ain't that the truth," he said bitterly.
I'd said I wouldn't talk about his wife, and now here I was bringing all that up again.
I was feeling sorry for him and, at the same time, strangely aroused. I knew he was my brother and with kin you should keep sexual feelings under wraps, but now I just couldn't help myself. Here we both were, late at night, up in his Manhattan hotel room. An hour ago he had watched me shaking my booty in a G-string and shaking my tits at him. I knew that had aroused him, as much as it had aroused me. In fact, when I was up there on stage I felt like I was dancing expressly for my brother. And I knew that my dance was extra hot as a result, from all the hoots and hollers that came from the audience.
"You know, Hank, because of the law we can't take off all our clothes down at the club, we can't get completely naked," I said, looking straight into his eyes.
"But now that we're up here, in your room, I can show it all to you. I don't have to leave anything to the imagination."
It was clear as day that I was now coming on to him, and he looked at me with a sudden, burning lust in his eyes. I knew then and there that we had both just crossed a threshold.
"Would you like that?" I purred. "Would you like me to show it all to you now?"
"I'd love it, Bunny," he growled sexily.
"Why don't you turn on the radio then, and find us a funky tune?" I suggested.
He found an R&B station playing a smooth but rhythmic ballad.
I didn't just want to get intimate with my brother now, I really felt like getting down and dirty with him. I had heard through the grapevine he had told a friend of his that it sort of excited him to have a sister who turned tricks and shed her clothes in strip clubs. He confessed to this guy that he sometimes got a hard-on just conjuring up that image of me, as a hooker or a stripper. He knew that was strange. As my brother, he was supposed to be outraged and protective. But he told his pal he just couldn't shake that image of his sister turning tricks. It just really got him off, he said.
So I figured that's the image I'd try to convey now, and maybe see about that hard-on of his!
"Let me do it real whorish for you, Hank. Let me get you hot!" I said as I stripped off my clothes real lewdly, letting out all the stops, until I was down to my G-string. I stood right over him, sensually swaying my body. Then I brazenly bent over and actually brushed my tits across his face, grazing his cheeks with my big, stiffened nipples.
He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. And, looking down below his belt I could see that a bulge had formed in the crotch of his jeans.
Now I ran the fingers of both hands under the elastic of my G-string.
"Would you like me to take this off too, Hank?" I cooed.
"Yes!" he whispered, almost in a gasp.
"Would you like to see my pussy now, your whore sister's pussy?" I asked, looking into his big brown eyes.
"Oh God yes, Bunny!" he gulped.
I pulled down my G-string with tantalizing slowness and turned around just before my pussy became visible, sliding the G-string down over my smooth, firm buns, now only inches from my brother's face.
"Hope you like my ass too, bro," I teased, sliding the string down over my firm buttocks.
"I've always loved your tight little ass, Bunny," he said, with a sexy chuckle. And I chuckled too, thrilled that the sexy vibe between my brother and me now seemed so smooth and natural.
Finally the G-string was off, and I turned around, stark naked now, my pussy staring my brother in the face. His eyes gazed at the sharp slit and the trimmed curls surrounding it. I needed to keep it trim for the dancing.
I reached down with my hands and spread my labia apart so my brother could have a better look.
His jaw hung slack as he stared into my cunt, and his own hand had drifted over to his crotch, resting on his bulge, squeezing it a little. I don't even know that Hank was aware he was touching himself like that, so mesmerized was he at the sight of my nudity.
"Hey, I want to see what you've got too," I said, pointing to the swollen crotch of his jeans.
I reached down to unzip his jeans, revealing a thick bulge underneath his tight, white briefs. Now I suddenly dug into the fly of those briefs and found myself holding something incredibly hard and incredibly thick.
"Wow!" I gasped. "It's really true. I guess Sandy wasn't exaggerating."
Sandy was one of my college girlfriends and once when my brother came to visit me on campus, Sandy had a little weekend fling with him. Naturally after he left I asked her all about it. And she told me that my brother was a terrific lover, and that he had one of the biggest, thickest and hardest cocks she had ever seen, sucked, or fucked. I didn't know then whether she was exaggerating for my benefit. Sandy was prone to exaggeration. But now I saw that she was dead accurate.
"Damn, just look at that!" I said, pulling it out so it stuck straight up, like a beacon.
Hank's eyes were almost closed in a lusty squint as I ran my fist up and down the taut skin of his rigid shaft.
My brother was sitting on the edge of his hotel bed, and I had been standing and dancing in front of it.
Now I dropped down to my knees at the foot of the bed, my mouth inches from Hank's penis.
I opened my mouth, ready to engulf my brother's cock with my lips, when he stopped me.
"I don't know, Bunny. I don't know if you really should. This is getting pretty freaky," he said, a slightly worried look on his face. But his dick sure didn't lose any of its starch!
I was really charged up, and couldn't believe we were really going to stop now.
"It's just that you're-you're my sister-" he mumbled, as I never let up stroking his cock. A cock which, if anything, seemed to be getting more rigid, if that was possible, despite his expressed ambivalence.
"Don't think of me as your sister then, think of me as a whore who came up to your hotel room. A whore who can satisfy you the way your wife never could ... or would," I said.
He smiled.
"If you were a whore, then I'd have to pay you, wouldn't I?" he said.
"Then pay me," I said boldly, suddenly excited by this turn in the fantasy. "Here's your wallet."
His wallet was on the night table, in arm's reach, and I handed it to him.
"How much should I pay you?" he asked, smiling sexily.
"Whatever you think I'm worth," I said, massaging his cock, making sure he wouldn't back off.
He emptied his wallet of all its cash and handed it to me. Of course I didn't need my brother's money. It had just become part of our fantasy. His sister happened to be a whore, or at least a former whore, and Hank was paying her to service him.
I put the money away and leaned over again, my mouth approaching his cock, taking hold of it once more and squeezing the steely shaft with my fist.
"Damn, Hank, you're really hung, you know?" I said. "How can that bitch wife of yours not appreciate a specimen as luscious as this?"
I felt a sudden rush of pride knowing my brother was so amply endowed.
"She hates it," he said, a touch of bitterness in his voice. "She's says it's grotesquely oversized."
"This is the kind of dick she might be able to handle," I said, waving my pinky as we both laughed.
"And you're so hard, too," I said. I've always liked guys with cocks that are really steely, rather than spongy, and stick straight up, like my brother's.
"Does it feel good, Hank? Me stroking you? A whore stroking your big nasty cock?" I purred as I relished the contours of his stiff penis.
"Real good, Bunny...." he growled sexily.
Now I leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth, our lips separating, our wet, warm tongues meeting.
"I don't usually kiss my tricks on the mouth, but seeing that you're my brother...." I teased as we kissed with a raw passion that surprised us both.
"Imagine if your wife could see you now," I said.
"Fuck, I wish she could!" he said, the anger showing.
Before going any further, I needed to do something. I was stark naked, but my brother was still fully dressed, his big dick sticking out of the fly of his briefs, his jeans and shirt and socks and shoes still on. So now I undressed him, taking in his hard, lean body, a body that still looked like it could've belonged to the twenty-year-old whom I would watch playing college basketball.
"Oh God, I really want you, bro!" I gasped as I fell against him and we kissed passionately again, my fingers still wrapped around his cock. I spread my legs so he could reach in to feel my pussy. His big fingers now felt so good digging up into my wet, creamy cunt.
I brought my lips down to his neck and to his chest, sucking on his stiff little nipples and dragging my tongue slowly down over his flat stomach until my lips brushed against his pubic crinkly hair.
"Mmmmh...." he moaned, anticipating where I was heading.
Regrettably, I now had to pull away from the sensational feel of his fingers playing with my pussy as, once again, I brought my face right up to his cock. I took a moment to just stare at it now as I held it in my hand.
Now I began to kiss his cock, gently at first, then more passionately.
"Oh man, I love kissing you down here, Hank," I said. "Now I'm going to lick you and suck you, I'm going to be your dick-licking, cocksucking whore-sister!"
Soon I was really wolfing him down, sucking on his smooth knob, sensually twisting the shaft in my hand. He was moaning and groaning, pushing back on my head and urging me to take as much of his cock as I could in my mouth and down my throat. "Yeah, suck my dick!" he hissed lustily.
"You mean, suck my dick, whore" I said, looking up at him with a lewd, nasty smile.
"Yeah, suck my dick, whore" he repeated as he unabashedly fucked my mouth. "I haven't had my dick sucked in over a year."
When I heard that I was determined to give my brother the blow job of his life.
"Well let me suck it, then," I squealed, really going down on him now, showing him why so many guys have complimented me as being the best cocksucker they'd ever had.
I lavished every inch of his cock's swollen surface with my leisurely oral caresses. Then I thought I'd better stop. I had a lot more in mind for that cock of my brother's than just chewing on it. And I sure didn't want him to blast his load in my mouth prematurely.
"It's my turn now," I said, suddenly falling back on the bed and spreading my legs wide open.
"Yum, yum," he purred as he stared at my pussy. I prided myself on having a very pretty and well-formed little cunt, and I loved showing it off to my brother as he licked his lips, relishing the prospect of devouring me.
My brother, obviously very hungry for my pussy, wasted no time digging in between my legs with his face. From the first flickers of his tongue on my clit I could tell my brother knew what to do with his mouth. You can divide men into two camps. Those who are comfortable paying oral attention to a woman's cunt, like my brother, and those who don't have a clue.
"Shit! You really know how to do it, Hank. You've got some great tongue action there," I said, meaning it too. "Doesn't your wife love you to do her orally like that?"
"Hardly ever," he said. "She's sort of dead between her legs. Plus she looks like her pussy was carved out with a dull cleaver down there. Not like you, sis, so crisp and refined. Yours looks like it was sculpted by an artist."
My brother looked right at me as he laid these extravagant compliments on me.
"And you smell and taste so sweet too," he added.
"I'll be your nectar and ambrosia, bro," I said, holding on to the back of his head, pressing his face against my burning, intensely aroused flesh.
I closed my eyes and just luxuriated in the lavish pleasure of my brother's cunnilingual caresses. My only regret was that Hank and I had waited all these years to fulfill the lust which had been simmering between us for so long.
I could've had him eat me all night, but I had other plans.
"You know what I want now, Hank, don't you?" I purred. "I want you to fuck me! So go on, slide that dick of yours all the way up my cunt, up your baby sister's cunt! My whore cunt! That's what I want now. That's what I need!"
He brought his body between my open thighs, wedging his knob against my slick pussy. Arching up my body to anticipate his first thrust inside me, I soon felt it; I felt my brother entering me! Slowly, with smooth assurance, he slid his thick cock all the way up my cunt. His own sister's cunt!
"Deep ... deep!" I howled, as he slammed inside me with powerful, smooth strokes.
He was really burying it inside me as my body convulsed in ecstatic satisfaction, clawing at his back with my nails as I greedily basked in the pleasure of our taboo love making, squeezing his body so tightly against me it felt as though we were fused.
"God, Hank! You're so good. I should've known you'd be a great fuck!" I told him.
I wasn't surprised that my brother was turning out to be such a virile lover. Underneath his shyness he had always exuded a confident, potent masculinity.
I ground my hips against his, kissing him passionately and squeezing his dick with my vaginal muscles, wanting every inch of him to melt and fuse with every inch of me.
"Say Hank, I'm a whore, you know, so let me do some of the work now, let me earn my money, huh?" I said as I pushed him off me and down on his back. Then I straddled him with my legs, reaching down to work his slick cock back into the warm, cozy tunnel where it had just acquire that slickness!
"Yeah, bro, let me do the work now," I said as I rode him up and down, taking his full length inside me as I impaled myself on his hard thickness.
I fucked him expertly now-after all, I was something of an expert when it came to fucking-grinding my hips side to side, slowly massaging his shaft with my agile, seasoned cunt muscles. Even though I wasn't turning tricks anymore, I knew I hadn't lost any of my old touch. And so now I fucked my brother like a whore who was really into her work, twisting and grinding, working him deep inside me.
While I rocked up and down his pole like that, I brushed my tits against his face as he darted his tongue out to lick and suck my nipples. I love my nipples played with when I'm being fucked by a guy who turns me on. With most tricks the thought actually repels me, to have them slobbering all over my tits when they fuck me. Yuck! Though not with my sexy brother. He could chew on my nipples all he wanted as he gave me a deep and intense vaginal massage with his thick love tool. And then there was that other place I liked to be played with while I was getting fucked by a guy who really turned me on.
To that effect, I took Hank's hand in my own and brought it back between my buns, right into my crack.
"Why don't you play with my asshole a little, Hank? I really like that sometimes, when I'm on top of a guy, fucking him like I am you now. And it's nice and tight and warm in there, you'll like it."
But first I lifted his fingers to my mouth, licking them to make them wet. Then I brought his hand back to my crack, and didn't let go of his wrist until he slid a finger up my asshole.
"Oooh, that feels nice!" I gasped.
He laughed lustily, looking straight up into my eyes.
"You really are a hot, nasty little whore, aren't you, Sis?" he said.
"Just because I'm asking you to play with my butt? Listen, Hank, whores aren't the only ones who let guys play with their butts, though you wouldn't know that, would you? Married to that lame bitch of yours."
"Forget about her," he said, concentrating on me.
Having his finger buried inside my ass while I fucked him must have been just the trigger I needed. For now I could begin to feel those preorgasmic surges racing through my body, thrilling me, making every nerve stand on end. And then suddenly, like molten lava rising from deep in the earth, I felt a shattering, volcanic orgasm coming on.
"You okay, Sis?" Hank asked, seeing my eyes rolling in their sockets, the sweat pouring down my forehead. In the past I've sometimes had such powerful orgasms that guys would think I was having a seizure or something.
"Ahhhhh...." I moaned as I pressed myself against my brother, my body pulsating, my cunt throbbing as my climax utterly overwhelmed me. And then I heard him suddenly gasp as he closed his eyes, and his body arched underneath me.
With the throbbing and pulsating in my cunt I knew that my dear brother was pouring out the sweet juices of his pleasure deep into the warmth of my body!
Now I needed to catch my breath, we both did. And then I looked into my brother's eyes and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
"That felt so wonderful! I haven't had a climax like that in a long, long, long time, Hank. Your cock made me feel so damned good ... you took me to heaven, bro, and then some!"
"Me too, sis," he said. "I really got off with you there."
"See, I'm a good whore. I know what I'm doing," I joked.
"And a good sister," he said softly, kissing me again.
We hugged and kissed, both a little amazed that as brother and sister we had just had torrid sex. And what made it even hotter was that Hank wasn't just having sex with a sister, but with his whore sister ... me! That recognition, I knew, excited us both immensely.
"You can spend the night, you know," Hank suggested as neither one of us reached for our clothes.
"I was planning to," I said, snuggling up to him.
We had another drink and a snack, and then I suggested a shower.
"We both got pretty sweaty there," I said as we stepped into the tub and turned on the water.
We took a nice leisurely shower. Hank made sure to soap me up, especially between my legs, and I made certain to lather up the meaty handful of his cock and balls.
We rinsed and then stepped out to dry each other off. As I dried off his cock I could see it was getting meatier and stiff again.
"I think you still have some wood left in that dick of yours," I said, squeezing it. "Feel like going another round?"
"Mmmmh," he purred, feeling me up as I fondled him.
"Let me just finish drying you off then," I said, turning him around and working the towel over his gorgeous buns.
Suddenly I had a hunger for those taut, muscled buns!
So I pushed him down on the bed and was kissing his ass and then running my tongue all over the smooth skin of his buttocks.
"Here's one of my favorite whore tricks," I said, spreading his buns apart. "I'll bet your wife doesn't do this to you."
I stared a moment at his wrinkled asshole, and then just dug in, giving him a thorough rimming.
"You know I always used to charge extra for anything anal. But for you, bro, I'll throw it in," I said jokingly.
"Oh man, I love that, I haven't had anal sex since before I was married. Margie always thought that doing anything intimate back there was totally perverted."
"What's perverted is that weak brain of hers," I sneered.
So! My brother had endured a long famine in the anal department. Well, I was going to make up for that now, and in a big way. When I was turning tricks, anal sex was always one of my specialties. And not just for the money, but because I had always been deeply aroused by sex of the backdoor variety.
So I resumed licking my brother's asshole, forcing my tongue inside his sphincter and giving him a thorough rim job.
Then, suddenly, I fell on the bed on my stomach and stuck my butt up and out.
"Now me, Hank," I meowed. "Now you lick my ass, okay?"
He sure didn't need any more encouragement than that, as, seconds later, he was really eating out my anal cleft, eating it with an eagerness that I tend to see more in women who've -rimmed me than men. I've had a few dyke clients in my time and, boy, did they ever hanker for the taste of my asshole!
Just the way Hank was hankering for it now.
"Stick a finger inside, bro," I urged.
My brother has big hands, and big fingers, and now he slid one of those big fingers all the way up my asshole as I pushed back against him.
I reached back with a hand to find his dick, and when I did I saw it was just as hard as it had been for the first round.
"How about fucking my whore ass with that big thing of yours now?" I said, craning my head back to look at him. His eyes smoldered with lust when he heard that.
"You really mean it, sis?" he said excitedly. "You're going to let me stick it in your ass?"
"I'll let you stick it in only if you promise to give me a really solid fuck back there," I said.
"Oh, I promise," he hissed. "Believe me, I promise."
"You're real big, bro, so you're going to have to lube me up good if you want to greek me. I want to enjoy that dick of yours deep in my hot, funky bottom."
I noticed there was a jar of hand cream in the bathroom.
Good hotels usually provide that, I've learned from my many, many hotel visits turning tricks. The lotion came in handy sometimes, even though as a well prepared whore I always tried to remember to have a tube of some kind of lubricant in my purse. When anal sex is a specialty, you have to come equipped.
I went to get the cream. I started this escapade by stripping for my brother; now I was going to put on another lewd little show for him.
So I squeezed a dab of that hand cream onto my fingertips and then, turning around so my brother could have a good view, I slapped the cream into my crack, greasing up my asshole. My brother had already opened me up there a little with his big, rough fingers and now I was getting prepped so he could really open me up.
"This should help ease the way," I purred as I watched him stroke his achingly hard cock.
I got down on my elbows and knees again as Hank knelt behind me. Reaching back, I took hold of his cock and guided it to my now slickened asshole. I knew he must've wanted to drive it right inside, to feel it deep in my warm, tight innards. But I teased him at first, just rubbing it around in my crack, making him pant with lustful anticipation. Until finally I pushed back on it, letting his knob enter my anal passage.
I let the fantasy run free as I felt my brother push his cock deep into my rectum. I not only loved the fact that my brother was fucking me up the ass, but that I was doing it in the guise of a whore, and that Hank had actually paid me. Like I said, having sex as a whore had always excited me and the sexual excitement was the main reason I got into prostitution in the first place. But I never imagined I'd actually be an anal whore for my own brother!
"You're inside my ass, Hank. My ass!" I hissed. "Does it feel good?"
I knew that it did, for I really know how to work on a man's cock with my anal muscles. It's a trick of the trade.
"Having a good time screwing your sister up her butt?" I meowed, pushing back, spearing myself on it.
"Yeah! Up her tight butt!" he whispered gruffly, taking hold of my hips and really burying his big shaft all the way in with smooth, steady strokes.
"God, you're really filling me up back there, Hank, and making me feel so fuckin' good!" I hissed. "I haven't had one up the ass in weeks, maybe months."
"It's been years for me," he told me.
I was tripping on the sheer forbidden ecstasy of it all. I didn't know which was the more exciting, the actual sensation of feeling my rectum filled with my brother's hardness, or the very, very taboo thought of it. All I knew was that I felt marvelously, sublimely depraved.
Hank kept sodomizing me like that until I could sense his breathing getting heavier and heavier. Then he began a slow groan and, with that low moan of pleasure, together with the throbbing of his penis which I could easily feel against my anal passage, I knew he had just deposited a heavy load of thick spunk deep in the hot, dark recesses of his sister's rectum!
"Oh Hank," I said blissfully, turning around to kiss him. "You came again, a second time, you came in my ass! I love it! And I love you!"
I turned so we could kiss as I squeezed his now softer but still meaty cock with my anal sphincter, not wanting to have him pull out of me just yet.
Finally, though, his dick became soft and slipped out of my ass. I guess all good things must come to an end. Now we wrapped arms around each other, hugging and kissing.
We never did go to sleep that night. I learned that my brother, unlike my old pimp Daddy, had remarkable restorative powers. He was a real virile bastard, and I was proud of him for that. Proud that my brother was so hot and horny, and that I could bring it out in him. And of course, my own libido, when it's charged up, is unquenchable.
"I guess we're just a couple of sex freaks," Hank said to me in the middle of the night on what must've been our fourth round.
"Yeah," I said. "It runs in the blood."
By the time we took leave of each other the next morning, my cunt and ass were plenty raw, though both felt deliciously well-used and satisfied. Even my jaw was a little achy from wolfing down my brother's thick cock for what seemed liked hours on end.
CHAPTER THREE
I had been working as a dancer and a stripper for a little more than a year when I got a phone call from an old friend that would change my life. The friend was Karen Simms. She had been whoring for Daddy Spade when I first hit New York and joined his stable. We took a liking to each other right away, and to my great benefit Karen decided to show me the ropes and teach me what I needed to know to stay out of trouble. Every new girl in the profession can use a helpful mentor, and Karen was mine. Karen had quit hustling about a year before I did and went the stripping route. In fact, I eventually followed the same route largely because of Karen's urging.
But instead of staying in New York, as I did, Karen had moved back West, where she was originally from. She settled in Las Vegas, which she said was a gold mine for dancers and strippers. We had stayed in touch and I went out to Vegas a few times to visit Karen. We sure had a hell of a time there. Karen even brought me on stage one night at the club where she stripped as a 'special guest from New York.' In fact, that was the first time I had ever danced or stripped at a club. I guess I was a big success, at least according to Karen, who said her boss asked if I might want a regular job dancing there. But I went back to New York; that was still my town.
Though I often thought about those Las Vegas days with Karen. One night while I was out there we even returned to our old tricks, turning one for a thousand dollars each, offered by a German businessman who had just lost a shitload of money, and wanted to drown his sorrows in the arms of two fancy whores. It was the easiest money I ever made. We both blew him, and let him fuck us for the few minutes he was able to last, and then we just blew out of his hotel suite each a grand richer.
Now Karen had news for me-great news, she said. She had just won a hundred thousand dollars in a state lottery. She said she wanted to use the dough to set up a whorehouse in Vegas. It was one thing working as a whore, either freelance or hustling for a pimp or a house. It was another thing to run your own house on your own terms. That was being a business woman, she said.
And now Karen laid out her proposition to me. She asked if I'd like to move out to Vegas and go partners with her. We'd start up and run a house together. She had the money to put down on a condo and, she said, she knew the ropes. Las Vegas was full of girls ready and eager to hustle and Karen knew just how and where to recruit them.
I was a little taken aback by this sudden opportunity coming my way. I thanked Karen for the offer and told her I'd think about it for a couple of days. But the more I thought about it, the more appealing it became.
Dancing was okay, but like whoring, it could turn into a grind too. And somehow I had never lost my special fondness for the whoring world. Except now I had the opportunity to help run the show. Karen and I would have our own house. With her, I'd be a 'madam,' a female pimp! I suddenly loved the idea.
So a few days later I called and told Karen that she had a partner. I said I needed a month to tie things up in New York and then I'd be on my way. She was thrilled to hear the news.
The first person I told about my intended move was Mocha.
"Damn, I'd love to go out to Vegas," she said, a mopey look on her face. I knew that Mocha, like me before her, was quickly feeling burnt out by the life of a whore working for a pimp. She had seen what the feisty young firecrackers, like Donna, try to do. And she sure didn't relish losing face and status, an inevitability for a whore who's part of a stable. Just as I had left Daddy's fold more than a year ago, I now sensed Mocha was thinking it might be time for her to quit too. So I thought I'd give her the chance.
"Why don't you come out with me then," I suggested. Karen and Mocha knew and liked each other, so I was sure Karen wouldn't mind my bringing Mocha with me. A foxy, seasoned whore from New York could only be an asset to us. If you're going to open a house, the first thing you need is whores. And Mocha was an absolutely first-rate hooker.
"Really?" she said, suddenly excited. "Me? Come out to Vegas with you?"
"Sure," I said. "Why not? Whatever you can do here, you can do there. If you want to turn tricks, that's the town for it. And you know if you do it for me and Karen you'll always get a square deal. Or if you want to try dancing, you can do that."
Mocha had a great body and was a terrific dancer. I knew that if she ever wanted, she could have real success as a dancer and stripper.
"Mmmmh, I like the idea of working with you and Karen. Though someday I'd like to try dancing too," Mocha said, finding appeal in both possibilities.
"Shit, maybe you could even become a sort of third partner," I said, thinking I'd really like to have Mocha turning tricks for us and wanting to give her an incentive. But I knew I was being rash. Karen had offered me the partnership. She didn't say anything about Mocha, or anyone else. But Mocha is so hot and sexy that I knew she'd be a moneymaker wherever she worked. And that's what Karen would be interested in hiring, I was sure, some solid moneymakers.
"Wow! This is too much!" Mocha said, her eyes sparkling at the prospect of actually doing this.
"Look, I was going to buy a car and drive out there. I'll need a car in Vegas anyway. So I thought I'd get one here and drive out. And see a little bit of the country on the way out there. You come with me and we can have ourselves one hell of a trip. And when we finally show up in Vegas we'll make the town take notice!"
Pretending to think about it, Mocha broke out in a smile.
"Hallelujah!" Mocha shouted as she uncapped two cold brews and handed one to me.
A month later Mocha and I were chilling in my sporty new coupe, heading out West.
"Vegas, here we come!" Mocha cheered as we crossed the George Washington Bridge.
We took our time, checking out the sights. We even made a detour so we could visit a cousin of Mocha's in Cincinnati. Then on our fourth night we stopped at a motel just outside of Topeka, Kansas.
As was our habit, we both slept late and at about eleven o'clock in the morning there was a knock at the door. I answered it with a grump to see this cute, freckled strawberry blonde standing there with a vacuum cleaner and a mop.
"Oh, I'm sorry if I woke you," she said apologetically.
"Oh, it's okay, I'm up," I said, letting her in. "You can go ahead and start. Me and my girlfriend were just getting dressed and going out to have some breakfast."
In New York hotels most of the maids are these dumpy old gals from Eastern Europe. But this chambermaid looked like a high school cheerleader, albeit a skinny one, with her freckles, her big green eyes, and her apple-hued cheeks.
Just then Mocha came out of the bathroom stark naked.
"Hi there," she said nonchalantly when she saw the girl standing there. Mocha, of course, thought nothing of suddenly appearing naked in front of a stranger. But the maid's jaw dropped when she caught an eyeful of Mocha's sleek brown body. There weren't too many black women in these parts, I supposed, and this girl may never have seen a naked black woman before. Plus, there was that other look in her eye too, like she really liked what she was looking at. A seasoned working girl like me knows all about that sort of look.
We left the maid to clean our room as we went out to have some coffee and pancakes. When we returned we approached our room from the rear parking lot and, as we turned a corner, there was that young maid of ours squatting in the shadows under a staircase, smoking a joint.
"Oh shit!" she said, startled to see us, and immediately put out the joint, although she knew we had caught her at it.
"You ain't gonna tell them ... at the desk, I mean?" she asked worriedly.
"No, honey, we're not the sort to tell," Mocha said, looking over at me with a smile. Mocha and me both knew what it was like to be 'caught' doing stuff that could get you into a jam.
"Oh great. Thanks. That's so cool of you. In this town people are so square, you gotta watch everything you do."
Now we continued on to our room.
"Listen, I still need to bring you some clean towels. I'll be up with them in a minute," she said.
"Thanks. By the way, what's your name?" I asked. "Nancy."
"If that shit is any good, Nancy, bring some with you," Mocha said. Mocha loved toking on weed.
Mocha and I walked up the steps.
"She's cute, isn't she?" I said.
"Yeah, a little skinny, but she's a foxy little tramp," Mocha said.
We returned to the room and threw off our shoes. We still had to change and shower and put on some make-up before we hit the road for the long day's drive ahead of us.
A couple of minutes later Nancy knocked and we let her in.
I had already stripped down to my panties, and Mocha was taking off her jeans.
"You two sure don't like to leave your clothes on for too long," Nancy said, a little brazenly, as she went back and forth, eyeing us both with a look of keen curiosity.
But I saw her point. When she first came in earlier I was just buttoning up my top and Mocha was still naked.
"Say, if you don't mind my asking, where are you guys from?" she asked.
"New York City," I said.
"Oh wow! I'd love to be from someplace like that, someplace exciting instead of this shithole," she said. "And what do you guys do back in New York City?"
"Oh, I'm a hooker, and my friend over here is a stripper," Mocha said, looking for the reaction. Mocha likes to check out people's character by shocking them with some disclosure and then gauging how they react. Nancy's eyes went wide and her jaw hung slack when she heard that.
"I used to be a hooker too," I said. "And it looks like I'm going to be one again soon. See, Mocha and I are heading out to Las Vegas to join an old friend of ours there."
I didn't know why I was telling Nancy, our young motel maid all this, but there was something about her that made me think she'd be all turned on to hear about who me and Mocha were and what we were up to.
"Yeah, Bunny here is going to start up a house-you know, a whore house-and I may join her," Mocha said. "Or maybe I'll work out there as a stripper."
"Oh wow! That sounds so cool!" Nancy said, her voice almost cracking with excitement. "What? Being a whore?"
"Yeah, I've thought about that, about being a hooker. I've thought about it a lot. Sure would beat mopping floors in this dive and making beds day in and day out. Or working in some fuckin' burger joint. I hate that shit."
Mocha and I looked at each other, both with the same thought. A girl like Nancy was just the sort you'd want if you were starting a house--young, eager, and unspoiled.
"So you'd like to become a hooker, huh?" Mocha teased.
"Yeah, I think so, I think that'd be far out," Nancy said.
"Do you really think you can hustle it? You know, just drop your panties and have sex with some stranger for money?" I asked probingly, looking to see whether she was mouthing off or, like me years ago, she was one of those who really got genuinely aroused by the thought of turning tricks.
" "Yeah, I think I could handle that. I love sex, and I've made it with lots of guys. Shit, making money off of it would just be so cool!"
I was laying back on my bed in panties only, Mocha was wearing panties and a tiny T-shirt. I thought I'd tease Nancy a little by spreading my legs apart casually. As I expected, she stared right between my open legs at the crotch of my panties.
"That's a whore's cunt down there," I said, looking down at my stomach as Mocha chuckled.
Nancy was nearly twitching with excitement now.
"Listen, I want to ask you a question. Would you guys like me to do you?" Nancy asked in a gravelly whisper.
"Do us?" Mocha said, looking over at me a bit amazed. "You mean go down on us?"
"Yeah, you know, give you guys some nice head and stuff," she said, a little breathless now.
"So you do it with girls as well as guys, huh?" I asked.
"Uh huh, I'm bi, I dig making it with chicks," Nancy said.
"You want us to pay you? Is that it? You want to start turning tricks right here, right now?" Mocha said, and I knew that she was teasing, of course. But naive little Nancy took her seriously, and shook her head violently.
"No! Not for money! I would just really like going down on the two of you," she said earnestly. "I mean-uh-you two being hookers and all, and so sexy too-it just makes me ... it makes me horny."
"What do you say?" I said, turning to Mocha.
"I say let's feed this young slut some pussy!" Mocha cackled.
"How old are you anyway, Nancy?" I asked cautiously.
"Eighteen," she said.
"Are you sure?"
"I swear! I turned eighteen two months ago!"
I just wanted to be certain she was of age. Can you imagine two New York City whores getting caught in a Midwestern motel messing around with a female minor!
That settled, I reached down and slid off my panties and Mocha followed suit as Nancy stared down at our exposed pussies. She looked back and forth between us, not knowing where to start, nearly trembling with anticipation.
"You're going to have to take some of those clothes off too if you want to do the nasty with us," I told her.
In five seconds flat, with no hesitation, she pulled off her T-shirt and dropped her shorts and panties. She was a little bit of a skinny runt, as Mocha had said. But there was something very sexy about her, in the way that tomboyish young females can be sexy. They sure turn on tricks! She had hardly any hips and these modest mounds up above, but with surprisingly big nipples. Her skin was nice and smooth, and she had a very narrow waist and a hard, flat stomach. But what was most striking about her was that topping off this slim, modest body was a real thick rug of strawberry blonde pubic hair. I noticed it because I once had a rug like that myself, before I needed to keep it trimmed when I was a dancer.
Mocha and I were lying back on separate beds, so Nancy had a decision to make.
"Do her first, then you get to do me," Mocha said. "Start with vanilla, then you get to have some chocolate. Bet you never tasted no chocolate pussy, huh?"
"No, I never have," Nancy said, riveting her eyes on Mocha's dusky cunt. "I'll bet it's tasty, though."
"Come here," I said, spreading my legs wide, and a second later Nancy's face was buried between them, lapping away at my pussy like a kid dying for ice cream on a hot summer's day. I looked down at her as she really dug in; Nancy was hungry, that's for sure. Now you have to understand that Mocha and I had fooled around last night, so it's not like I hadn't gotten off recently. But this fresh young eighteen year old, digging her eager, slippery tongue into my pussy was really charging me up!
Mocha had a hand between her legs, idly playing with herself, as Nancy went down on me. I just closed my eyes and threw my head back on the pillow, revelling in the sensations. If this young tramp sucked cock as expertly as she ate pussy, she'd certainly be suited to at least half the work a whore needs to get done in her business.
"Shit, look at you, Bunny!" Mocha said, as she saw me pressing Nancy's face against my pussy, my body thrashing back and forth, overcome with pleasure. But Mocha and me, unlike a lot of whores, have powerful libidos and tend to climax easily.
"Yesss!" I hissed, as my whole body throbbed, an orgasm suddenly shooting through me like a rocket.
Nancy pulled back, a sweet, satisfied smile on her face, her lips and cheeks all wet and creamy from me.
"Was I good?" she asked in the voice of a schoolgirl wanting recognition from a teacher.
"You were good, all right," I told her. "You were terrific!"
"Now show me just how good you are," Mocha said, spreading her legs as Nancy switched beds.
I just lay back, my legs weak, as I watched Nancy eat Mocha's cunt. She really bore in there too, eager to lap away at her first taste of 'chocolate,' as Mocha put it.
"Damn, this bitch knows how to use her tongue, don't she?" Mocha said.
"Uh huh!" I enthused.
And a minute later it was Mocha's body that was heaving and shaking as little Nancy took her to paradise.
Now Nancy pulled back, her eyes sparkling.
"So I did good, huh? Good enough to be a whore?" she asked.
"Well, eating pussy isn't a whore's real job, you know," Mocha joked.
"Though you'd be surprised how often we get female tricks too," I added. It was true. Certain whores, and me and Mocha seemed to be among them, attract female clients as well as male.
Now I got up and joined the two of them on Mocha's bed. The motel room had two kingsized beds, so there was plenty of room for the three of us on one of them. Mocha and I pulled Nancy between us and pressed in on her with our agile bodies. Nancy flung her legs wide open in anticipation.
"What a hot little slut you are," I said.
"Yeah, I'm a slut! And I love being one!" Nancy said unabashedly, wriggling her body between us, breathing hard, really pent-up now with sexual arousal.
"A slut who wants to be a whore," Mocha said, sliding a hand up Nancy's thigh to her pussy.
"Ooooh yeah!" Nancy hissed as she felt Mocha's fingers in her cunt. God, she really was a live wire. I turned Nancy's face to mine and gazed into her sex-charged green eyes. They glistened with excitement and desire. And then I kissed her. Her lips opened and she thrust her tongue into my mouth, awkwardly, but with seemingly unquenchable desire. Meanwhile she was bucking her body against Mocha's probing fingers. Mocha, with her tough, insistent fingers and her dildos, just loves getting inside a cunt. I know I've let her get inside mine on many an occasion!
Now I pulled my lips away from Nancy's and brought them down to her stiff nipples, sucking first one, then the other as she gasped and howled.
Then I dragged my tongue lower, to that thick bush.
"Pull out those fingers, Mocha, will you? Let me slide something else in there now," I said, digging in for my feast, forcing my tongue through the thick clump of curls, to her creamy slit. And then as I licked her fragrant young pussy she started howling and wailing so loud that Mocha had to tell her to pipe down so no one would hear her and recognize her voice. Damn, she was really hot and aroused. Her clit was as big as a marble, and as hard as one, too.
After I tongued that pussy and sucked that clit for a while, I let Mocha have her turn.
I went up to face Nancy again as Mocha gave her head.
"You've got a very tasty pussy, you know," I said.
"I'm glad you like it," she whispered.
Now Mocha abruptly pulled away and dug into one her suitcases. I knew exactly what she was looking for, a dildo, a strap-on. She pulled one out, not the huge one she used to punish Donna back at Daddy's party, but a normal-sized one.
She strapped it on as Nancy watched in stunned silence.
"Aw shit!" Nancy gasped, thrilled at the sight.
"You want to be a whore, so let's see what kind of a fuck you are," Mocha said, sliding her body between Nancy's open legs and working the rubber cock inside her.
Two seconds later Mocha was fucking her savagely as Nancy wrapped her arms and legs around Mocha's body, eager to get close, eager to have that rubber cock buried as deep inside her as possible. There was no question about it-this young Kansas slut was a really hot piece of ass!
Soon her body shook and flailed under Mocha's thrusts and I knew that Nancy had gotten off.
"Let me have some of that now," I said, as Mocha unstrapped her dildo and handed it to me.
"Oh goody! More!" Nancy shrieked excitedly.
This time I lay on my back and told Nancy to get on top of me. She reached down to work the strap-on dildo inside her and then she began to ride me, nice and smooth, rotating her hips, hoping that this would turn out to be a successful audition for her.
She looked down into my eyes as we fucked.
"Take me with you, please! I want to be a whore too, yours and Mocha's," she pleaded as she rode my cock, bearing down hard, eager to impale herself on every last inch.
Mocha sat on the edge of the bed and watched, smiling.
"We'll see," I said, shutting her up and fucking her until she had a second orgasm. And still, even after that, she was raring to go. Mocha and I looked at each other, the same thought in our minds. Back in New York a hot, young slut like this would be some recruit for Daddy. Now we were heading out to Vegas to set up a house. And this young babe was literally begging us to turn her into a hooker.
Finally, when she got off me, I quizzed her about it.
"So you want to turn tricks, huh?" I said.
"Yes! Yes! I want to leave this stinking town and have some fun and make some money. All the shit I'll never get to do around here," she said. "I want to be a hooker, like you guys! I want to fuck for money!"
"You sure about that?" I said, looking up at Mocha and seeing she approved of the plan.
"I'm sure!" Nancy insisted.
"We're going right away, you know," I reminded her.
"That's no problem. I just need an hour to get a few things together and to tell my sister. She'll send my stuff out later."
"Okay," I said finally. "You can come with us."
"Oh wow! Oh wow! Oh wow!" she repeated, thrilled beyond words. "I'm going to Las Vegas! I'm going to be a whore!"
Two hours later we were heading to the Colorado border, Nancy in the back seat. She couldn't stop talking about how thankful and excited she was and how this was going to be the great adventure of her young life. I smiled to myself, enjoying her eagerness. It reminded me so much of my own fantasies years ago of becoming a whore. Although I had been an upper middle-class college student who'd probably read too many erotic novels which gave her ideas and Nancy was a small-town girl suffocating on the dullness of her unchanging routines, we both had the same whorish urges.
We stopped that night at a motel outside of Denver. Mocha had done the driving much of that day and said she wanted to hit the sack early. But Nancy and I decided to go get some food at a diner next to our motel.
We were sitting right next to the window, just having been served our plates, when a man walked in whom I had noticed back in our motel. I noticed him because he had pulled up in a snappy new Lexus with Texas plates and looked like a sporting sort of dude, one of those rah-rah Texas guys who like to have a good time. I know the type; they show up in New York and make it a point to patronize us working girls.
As he walked into the restaurant, he eyeballed both of us with that frank, lustful look that men sometimes never bother to conceal. He checked me out, but who he really checked out was Nancy. She was wearing her little T-shirt and those cut-offs and she looked young. He was obviously the type who liked them like that, though he himself looked like he was pushing forty.
"Look at that dude," I said to Nancy when he sat down at a booth opposite ours. "I think he's got the hots for you."
Nancy turned to see him staring right at her. He smiled one of those shit-eating grins that guys get on their faces when they're just aching to come on to you.
"Now there's a dude who wants a piece of your pussy," I said.
"Oh yeah?" Nancy said excitedly, looking at him again.
Suddenly I figured that this might be just the opportunity to start breaking Nancy in, and see just what sort of stuff she was capable of.
"You want to do him?" I asked.
"For money?"
"What else?" I said. "If you want to be a hooker you've got to turn your first trick."
He was a good-looking guy and I figured that was always the best way to start with a new whore-with an appealing trick.
"Yeah ... sure!" she said, looking at the guy with a frankly sexy gaze.
We finished our meal before he did, but we waited until he had wolfed down his sandwich and paid his check. Then he left, looking over at our table as we, too, got up and left, following him out of the diner.
He lingered in the parking lot, looking at us, as Nancy and I came out.
"Let me take care of this," I said to Nancy, as I approached the potential trick.
"Hi there, guy," I said to him. "I noticed that you seemed to be appreciating my friend over there."
"I wasn't just appreciatin' her, I was appreciatin' you too," he said, and I knew he meant it.
He was just about licking his lips, talking to me.
"Well, my friend and I like being appreciated. But, you see, we happen to be working girls. So appreciating us comes at a price-you dig what I'm saying, dude?"
He laughed. He actually seemed relieved to hear that we were hustlers. Now, I wasn't going to mention anything to him about this being Nancy's first time turning a trick. I just wanted him to think of her as a young working girl. And since the purpose of this encounter would be to let Nancy break the ice and test out her style and her moves, I was going to quote bargain rates. And I also wanted to be there, to watch Nancy and to watch over her, so I thought I'd give him a two-for-one rate he couldn't refuse.
"It's fifty for my friend. And for seventy-five you can have both of us," I said.
He seemed stunned. With those clothes and that expensive car I knew he was loaded, and was probably used to paying plenty for his whores down in Dallas or Houston.
"Uh ... fine," he mumbled, unable to get over his luck. "Both of you."
"Cool, I know you're staying over there," I said, nodding over at our motel across the alley. "What room number?"
He told me the room number and I said we'd be over in ten, fifteen minutes.
Then I walked back to Nancy and filled her in.
"Oh shit, my first trick! I'm so excited!" she said.
We went back to our own motel room to freshen up. Mocha was dead asleep; I'd have to tell her about this in the morning. Then we headed over to the trick's room.
"Anything you don't like doing?" I asked Nancy.
"Nah, I dig it all," she said.
"What if he wants to spank you or tie you up, stuff like that?" I queried.
"That'd be cool ... as long as he pays extra" Nancy said, laughing, getting right in the groove.
"How about anal sex?" I asked.
"Sure, I really freak for greek," Nancy said.
"I think you're going to do just fine" I said, wrapping an arm around her as we got to his door.
"Hi, I'm Nancy," Nancy said cheerily as he let us in.
"I'm-uh-Bill," he lied. He didn't bother taking off his wedding ring. Then he handed me some cash. "There's a little extra there," he said smugly, figuring his generosity would be appreciated. If he only knew what my regular rates were, and what a bargain he was getting! All because he was being sort of a test subject for Nancy!
He poured us drinks and Nancy lit up a cigarette to hide what I knew had to be a bit of nervousness.
I had prepped her a little on the way over to his room, but I wasn't about to decide on her every move. I figured if you're going to swim, you might as well plunge right into the water.
"What do you like, mister?" she asked.
"Uh ... Oh, everything," he said.
"You like French? You like getting your cock sucked?" Nancy asked as though she had asked this question of a thousand tricks. I could tell right then and there that Nancy would groove.
"Yeah!" he barked, with that Texas enthusiasm.
"Well let's start off giving you a little head then," I said, walking right up to him and unbuckling his belt, then unzipping and pulling off his trousers and his boxers.
"Mmmmh, look at that," I said, staring at his cock.
It wasn't particularly impressive, at least not yet, but I wanted to show Nancy the good sense of paying positive attention to it.
I gave her a look which told her to take off her clothes.
So she pulled off her top and took off her shorts. She was wearing neither bra, nor panties, so, quick as a wink, she was stark naked.
Now I bent down and took the guy's cock in my mouth, as he stared at Nancy's body.
"Come down here and taste some of this," I said, as Nancy dropped to her knees beside me and wrapped her lips around his dick with no hesitation. By now he was nice and stiff. I watched her suck his dick with a young, eager whore's enthusiasm as I took off my own clothes.
"Yum, yum!" she said, pulling back and smacking her lips. He sure liked hearing that.
Now we handed his cock back and forth from mouth to mouth, giving him a blowjob he'd think about all the way back down to Texas.
As she was gobbling him up, I whispered into her ear. "You're doing real good, Nancy. Now fuck him," I said as she suddenly pushed the dude back on the bed and mounted him, confidently reaching down to work his cock into her cunt.
The guy looked like he was in heaven as Nancy rocked up and down on his cock. She may have been young, but this youthful spitfire sure knew how to fuck ... and sure seemed to like it, too!
"Hey mister, you want to fuck me up the ass too?" Nancy asked the guy. His face lit up as though he could hardly believe his ears.
"Sure!" he said, and why wouldn't he. What horny stud wouldn't want to stick his cock up this foxy young freak's butt?
"But it'll cost you," she said, grinding into him.
"Oh yeah? How much?" he asked while she fucked him.
"What should we charge him? she asked, turning to me.
"Another fifty," I told the guy. Of course that was a total giveaway. I usually charge a lot more for greek than that. But, as I said, I saw this mainly as a way to start breaking in Nancy. Though what the guy was paying us would take care of our motel, meals and a tankful of gas.
He reached down to his pants, pulled out his wallet, and handed me the fifty.
Now Nancy got up off the guy, looking at me.
"On your knees, Nancy, and stick out your butt. Let's give the man what he paid for," I said as Nancy scampered up on her elbows and knees, lifting up her trim bottom.
"Check it out, guy," I said, spreading her buns to show him his prize. He was fisting his dick like crazy.
"Now check this out," I said, digging my tongue into her crack and licking the crinkled little butthole. She meowed like a kitten when she felt my warm, wet tongue lapping away at her sensitive asshole.
Then I reached into my bag for that trusty tube of lubricant, squeezing some into her crack and working it in good. You can imagine how flipped out the trick was watching me 'prep' Nancy's asshole for a fuck. I was afraid he was going to blast off before he even got inside her, he seemed so aroused.
I had him get behind Nancy and then he took over, sliding his cock up Nancy's ass. She took him nice and smooth, as though she had done this a hundred times before, which she probably had. She pushed back with her butt, eager to get it all, as he pumped it inside her.
"Oh yeah, fuck my ass! Fuck my ass, stud!" she yelled, and I didn't think it was all show, all just 'whore talk.' She really wanted him back there. This slut was a natural! I could imagine just how she must have been squeezing him with her sphincter!
"Uhhh!" the trick suddenly grunted, as his whole body jerked and I knew he had gotten off. He pulled out of her and walked toward the bathroom rather sheepishly.
"Good work," I said to Nancy, as we quickly got dressed. When the guy came back from the bathroom we were just about out the door.
"Hope you had a good time, mister," Nancy said to the man, subdued now, as so many leering, horny men are subdued the second after they ejaculate.
"Yeah, we'll see you around," I said, hustling her out the door.
As we walked back to our hotel room I could see that flush of pride on Nancy's cheeks. She had turned her first trick, and she had turned it real well. I told her as much.
"You're going to make a great whore," I said.
"Shit! Hearing that from you is music to my ears," she said, giggling.
"And this is for you," I said, handing her all the money we'd gotten from the guy. The seventy-five I asked for, and the extra he gave us. And the fifty for greeking.
"But that's all of it," Nancy said, surprised. "What about you?"
"You keep it. It's your first trick, after all," I said as she hugged and kissed me with unabashed, youthful glee.
I unlocked our door and entered the motel room. Mocha was completely out. I knew her. Once she was asleep you couldn't wake her. Since there were three of us now, I had booked a second room for Nancy. I wanted her to feel comfortable and have some privacy if she needed it. Mocha and I were used to sharing a room, even a bed. But I knew that the last thing Nancy probably felt like doing now was going off alone to her own room.
"Why don't you spend the night here, in my bed-it's king-sized," I suggested.
"I'd love that," Nancy whispered as we took off our clothes and slipped into bed in the dark. And then I felt Nancy sliding her body downward, under the sheets, spreading my thighs, and pressing her face into the warm center of my femininity! While Mocha slept, Nancy and I revelled for hours in searing girl-girl sex. Whores, after all, need loving too!
CHAPTER FOUR
The night before we were due to arrive in Las Vegas I called Karen to tell her that we would be getting in the following day. Talking to her on the phone, I detected that she sounded a bit apprehensive. And that was confirmed when she told me she had something very important to discuss with me as soon as I arrived.
"What's the matter? Did something get screwed up?" I asked a little worriedly.
"No, nothing's screwed up. It's just that there's been a big change in my life and it'll mean some other changes for me-and for our plans, too. It'll probably turn out to be all for the best for all of us," she reassured me.
I was dying to know what she was talking about, but Karen asked me to be patient and to wait until I arrived and could talk to her in person. Then she'd tell me all about it. She did request that I come see her by myself first, though, before bringing over Mocha and Nancy. On an earlier call I had told her about how we had run into Nancy and how Mocha and I had decided to bring Nancy with us to Las Vegas to work in the house, confident that she had the talent for the job.
So, naturally, for the rest of the drive I was a little anxious about what the 'big news' was, but I didn't want to let on to Mocha that something might have changed.
Luckily we pulled into Vegas as it was getting dark and all the lights had already come on. Arriving in Las Vegas in the middle of the day can be quite depressing. The town looks horribly tacky in the glare of sunshine. But at night! That's an entirely different story. Night time Vegas is the Vegas of legend. And that's what Nancy was getting an eyeful of now as we cruised down the famous 'Strip."
"Wow!" was all she could say as she peered out the window, the starry-eyed, small town Midwestern slut.
Mocha and I had both been to Las Vegas several times; what working whore hasn't? But this was Nancy's first trip, and she was utterly thrilled and starry-eyed.
"Look at it all!" she gasped. "It's amazing. We're in Las Vegas! Las Vegas! I'm going to be a hooker in Las Vegas!"
Mocha and I looked at each other, nodding at the pure, excited appreciation of youth!
Karen had booked us at one of the top hotels on the Strip. She said she did certain favors for the casino manager there and that he, in turn, provided her with freebies, including the great two-room suite we now waltzed into.
I let Mocha and Nancy settle in and told them I had to go see Karen right away, about business arrangements. After all, Karen and I were the madams, so this made perfect sense.
"Here's something for you," I said, handing Nancy five hundred dollars.
She looked in awe at the sum.
"You're in Vegas now, and there's a casino downstairs," I told her. I just couldn't help gliding a hand between her skinny thighs and giving her a little squeeze down there.
"Oh goody!" she squealed, and I knew she and Mocha would head down to the slots as soon as I left. I wasn't sure Nancy was squealing over the dough, or because I'd given her twat a quick feel. Probably both!
I got directions from Karen and drove over to her place. I thought she'd be over at the condo she had lined up for us that we were going to use as our cozy little brothel, but instead the directions took me to a huge house in the outskirts of Las Vegas.
After a big hello, Karen showed me around.
"This can't be your place?" I said, walking through the mansion. I knew Karen had been successful in Vegas, and recently won some serious lottery money, but I doubted she could be quite this successful so soon.
"Not yet," she said with a wink.
"What do you mean?" I asked, puzzled.
And then Karen explained her situation. A week ago a guy she had known, one of the big wheels of Vegas, an immensely wealthy casino owner, had asked Karen to marry him, and Karen had said yes. So now she couldn't very well be running a whorehouse while married to one of the most prominent men in town. Naturally hearing that really shook me up. This would scuttle all our plans, I thought. But Karen immediately reassured me. She had already put the down payment on the condo, and it was hers. She now suggested that Mocha and I run it, that Mocha be my partner instead of Karen. Karen said that she'd sign the condo over to me and that all I'd have to do was keep up with the mortgage payments and maintenance. I could use it as a whorehouse for as long as I wanted, and then I could do whatever I wished with it. She said I didn't even have to bother paying her back the down payment. Karen had always been generous, but she also now let me know that the dude she was marrying was so rich, that me reimbursing for that down payment would merely be pocket change to her.
She also told me she'd already lined up two girls for the house, a dancer she worked with who wanted to turn tricks while she still kept dancing. She had turned tricks before she began dancing, it seemed. And her older sister, who had just come to Vegas from Idaho, and wanted to be a full-time hooker.
I had to take all this in for a moment, since it meant a radical change in our plans. I had assumed I'd have a partner who knew Vegas and how to set up shop here. After all, setting up a whore shop is not like setting up any old store.
With both me and Mocha newcomers to the town and the scene here, it would be much harder. But, again, Karen reassured me. She said she'd help us set it up, advise us on everything. It's just that it would be our business now, one less partner, and more money for us. Married to her new husband, money would be the last thing she'd need. She tried hard to allay some of my anxieties.
I had to take all this in, but once I thought about it, it began to seem more and more appealing. I had been worrying about how Mocha would fit into all this. Nancy would just be a young whore working for me, but it didn't seem fair to have Mocha occupy the same status. Now she could truly be my partner. Suddenly I felt rather happily relieved. Mocha and I would be running a whorehouse together-as partners!
"So what do you say?" Karen finally said.
"I say it sounds like a plan to me," I said happily as we hugged. With our arms around each other I thought back, and no doubt Karen did too, to some of the sweet intimacy we had shared back in New York. Whores who work together often become close to each other-very close.
"Mmmmm, it's been a while," she purred.
"Yeah, quite a while," I whispered as I looked into her eyes. Suddenly our lips met and our mouths opened as we shared a hot, passionate kiss.
"Why Karen," I teased, "you're about to be a married woman."
"Yeah, but how about one for old times sake!" she moaned.
A few seconds later we were both naked under Karen's silk sheets. For the next hour or so we enjoyed some of that hot but tender lovemaking that had been our own special thing back in the old days.
"Damn, that pussy of yours always tasted so good," she said, licking her lips after she had gotten me off a second time with her agile, slippery tongue.
When I returned to our hotel I explained everything to Mocha, and, frankly, she was delighted to hear about the new plans. I knew she had been a little unsure about how the old arrangement would have worked out for her. I asked Mocha where Nancy was and she said Nancy was still down in the casino and had enjoyed a lucky streak; she had doubled the five hundred I had given her playing the slots.
Mocha and I talked excitedly about how we would be operating our house together when we heard a key in the door. There was Nancy, with this guy in tow. An Asian guy who looked like a well-heeled businessman in an expensive Italian suit.
"Hi guys!" she said cheerfully. "After doubling my money, I wound up losing it all, so I thought I'd bring Mr. Chang up here and make up for the loss."
Mr. Chang smiled, like he had no idea what she was saying. I don't think he spoke English.
We were in Vegas for just a couple of hours, and already Nancy was turning a trick! And it would only be her second.
Mocha and I nodded approvingly as Nancy brought the guy into the other bedroom. Naturally I thought it was a little rash for Nancy to bring a trick up to a hotel room which Karen had gotten us. Hotels in Vegas watch very carefully over any kind of hustling activity. But I figured that Nancy was new in town, and no one would take her for a whore necessarily. Just a slut who eyeballed a rich businessman and decided to invite him up to her room for a little party!
Now, as Nancy serviced Mr. Chang in the other bedroom, Mocha and I continued talking about operations. A few minutes later a sheepish Mr. Chang slid out of the suite and the second he was gone Nancy jumped up and down like an excited schoolgirl.
"A thousand dollars! A thousands dollars! He gave me a thousand dollars for a lousy five-minute fuck!" she squealed, handing me the five hundred I had given her to gamble.
This time I took the money.
I smiled to myself. I could see Vegas was going to be kind to us, and that this young whore from Kansas was going to be quite a money maker.
The next morning, over breakfast, I explained it all to Nancy. How with Karen getting married and 'retiring', me and Mocha were now going to be running the house. Nancy, of course, thought this was just fine. I told Mocha and Nancy how Karen had lined up two more girls for us, two sisters, and that we'd meet them soon and see what we thought. But I had good feelings about Nancy, and especially about her earning potential, so I wanted to let Nancy know right from the start that she, Mocha and myself would form the nucleus of our new Las Vegas whorehouse. And that whomever else we eventually hired, no matter how experienced she might be, Nancy would have a special place with us, despite her inexperience.
I called the two sisters and asked them to come up to our hotel room. They showed up a few hours later. Tracy was the dancer who had worked with Karen in the strip club. She was tall and had a great body, a blue-eyed blonde with pale skin. Her sister Darlene was a few years older and had just split from her husband with whom she had lived on a ranch in Idaho. She said that ranching life was just not for her. Tracy said she had turned tricks on and off since she'd been to Vegas, and Darlene told us that after she left her husband and before she joined her sister in Vegas she had hustled some up in Boise. So both had experience turning tricks. And like Nancy, both were blonde, heartland girls. Tricks like those kinds of girls, but they also like exotic kinds. So I was happy I had Mocha, a dark-skinned beauty from New York City.
We all seemed to get along okay and I told the sisters that me and Mocha wanted to take a week to furnish the condo and make other arrangements. After that we'd get together to work out rates, a schedule and all the other practicalities that make whoring as much of a business as anything else.
I brought Mocha and Nancy over to look at the condo. It was absolutely huge, four bedrooms and three bathrooms. And it was laid out so that you could have several tricks over at once without them tripping over each other. That's something to consider when you're running a house. Tricks hate to bump into each other, and you've got to get them in there, get them serviced and cleaned up, and out of there without them crossing paths. You know, in a place like this a guy doesn't want to bump into a colleague or a neighbor.
Now we had to furnish it. Karen had already started doing that when she suddenly decided to get married and quit the whoring racket. So Mocha and Nancy and I had a fun two days hitting the stores and buying furniture and stuff. I like a house to look tasteful, but sexy, like the house on East 63rd street in Manhattan where both Mocha and I had last worked. I had a hand in decorating that house. Then, when I left and Mocha became top whore, she made some changes. Mocha had said she always wanted to be an interior decorator, so furnishing and designing the look of the house was something she really got into. Nancy came from a dirt-poor background back in Kansas, so she was amazed at what she considered the luxury of all the furnishings we had chosen.
After getting beds, some sofas, tables and chairs, we paid special attention to the lighting, getting just the right lamps, and a mix of romantic and frankly sexy images to hang up on the walls.
Now we were ready-ready to open our whorehouse. I gathered all the girls and we laid out the schedule. Vegas was a 24-hour town so eventually we'd have to be a 24-hour service. That would a little hard with just five girls, so we were going to start off with a 15-hour schedule, 3 o'clock in the afternoon until 6 o'clock in the morning. We'd begin with just the five of us, and then, in a week or two, with Karen's help and advice, Mocha and I would recruit a few more girls. It's a real skill, getting just the right number of girls, and the right mix. Especially since Mocha and I didn't plan on turning too many tricks ourselves. We were owners and managers, but it was our girls who were going to do most of the down-and-dirty work.
In a house you don't want to have too few girls, so they're not available to service clients when you need them. But you don't want to have too many, so they're sitting around doing nothing, fiercely competing for every trick who calls. That creates bad vibes.
As in New York, we'd put an 'incall' ad in a couple of sex tabloids. There are many more of these in Vegas than in New York, and they're dispensed free-of-charge all over town.
So once we were set up, I placed a few ads. They read: "Fresh New Girls! In-call Delights!
Satisfaction Guaranteed." That was simple and direct, and it highlighted that my girls were new to the Vegas whoring scene. For regular tricks who had been around, this was alluring, although Vegas was a tourist town and tourist tricks, I knew, were the big thing here. In New York, on the other hand, there was always a mix of regulars and visiting out-of-towners, but regulars were your bread and butter.
Now we were ready to open shop and wait for our first calls. I was going to use our old system. The girls would split the fee with the house 5050, the house being me and Mocha. And Mocha and me-one of us, at least at first, would always be there-would negotiate the fees with tricks. If the girls could get some extra in the way of tips, that was fine. But I wanted tricks to know what they'd be getting for what they were spending before they got behind closed doors. I don't like the whole trip of hustling for tips and holding back from the trick if he's not a tipper, and I didn't want that to become the way we did business in our house.
As soon as those papers hit the stands the calls started coming in, and the tricks started showing up. But me and Mocha were surprised that there weren't more calls. In Manhattan, when you place a new ad, the phone rings off the hook.
I mentioned this to Karen after we had been running the house for a couple of weeks and were a little disappointed at the amount of business. She said that Vegas was a very competitive town, and that it just wasn't that big, even with all the gamblers and tourists. A lot of them had only gambling on their minds and had no interest in pussy.
"What I'd suggest is that you specialize. You know, offer something that's sort of a 'specialty of the house' and lure tricks that way. I've seen that work in this town," Karen said.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Oh, you know, things like B&D, whips and chains, stuff like that," she said.
I shook my head. Though Mocha liked that angle, and we certainly offered and were equipped for that kind of service, I didn't want to get into the whole mistress-and-slave thing, and I didn't feel like having a parade of submissive slave-tricks crawling into the house all the time. I was into whoring, and men who sought whores. I wanted the focus in my house to be on sex, not only fetishes.
"Hey," Karen said, her eyes lighting up with a thought. "I remember how much you used to like doing anal. You know, greek. You and Mocha both were into that. So how about going that route? How about advertising yourself as a specialty house and letting your tricks in through the 'back door,' so to speak?"
"Now that's not a bad idea," I said, suddenly liking it.
From our whoring experiences, Karen and I knew that anal sex was very popular with tricks, and that girls who offered it made lots of money.
"What about that new girl of yours, Nancy, will she do greek?" Karen asked.
"Nancy? She's a freak. She'll do anything. And she loves to take it up the ass, I know that for a fact," I said, thinking back to how she so enthusiastically offered up her bottom to that first trick of hers back in Colorado.
"But only one of those sisters will do greek," I said. "I asked them. The one who just came down from Idaho, the one who was married, will do greek. But Tracy won't. She's says she's just too tight down there."
"Yeah, sure," Karen scoffed.
Every girl who doesn't want to do greek says she's too tight down there, and every girl is too tight at first. Greek is something you have to warm your way into ... and want to do.
"Well, shit, you'd have to let her go, then," Karen said.
I was happy to hear Karen say this, since I wasn't too crazy about Tracy. She was sullen, and she acted like she resented whoring, whereas her sister was thrilled to have gotten away from her husband and have an opportunity to make some good money. I didn't need Tracy's kind of attitude in my house. But since it was Karen who had brought her to me, I wanted to give her a chance. Now Karen was giving me the okay to let her go.
So that's what we did. I talked it over with Mocha and we explained to the girls that we wanted to become a specialty house, and that our specialty would be anal sex. As I had guessed, Tracy objected, so I had to let her go. But Nancy and Darlene were fine with it, and Nancy was actually thrilled; she truly loved taking it up the butt. She was a slut after my own heart, this little Nancy!
So I put in new ads which read 'Bunny's House of Grecian Pleasure,' figuring that would get the message across loud and clear to all the greek freaks in town.
And, as I expected, the phone calls immediately doubled in volume, as did business.
But with Tracy gone, and business picking up like this, Mocha and I had to get some new girls, and get them right away.
Again, I leaned on Karen, who had offered to help. She said that would be no problem. She'd been in Vegas long enough to have gotten around and said that in no time she could find me three or four girls who'd be happy to do greek.
Soon I had four more girls working for me and expanded our hours so we were now operating twenty-four hours a day. The tricks were calling, the money was rolling in, and the house could only be called a success. The specialty angle had worked; most of the tricks who called were requesting anal sex. The way we were going, soon we'd have to start buying lubricating jelly wholesale!
"I'm gonna take a day off, okay? My butt is real sore," Julie, one of my new girls said. She was working heavy hours and turning as many tricks as she could, so I wasn't surprised that she needed some rest and recuperation.
"You still got that pussy, and that mouth," Mocha joked.
"Yeah, but if I'm gonna be known for greek, I want to be able to do it whenever a John asks me to," she said. And I appreciated that attitude. If you're going to be a steak house, you better never run out steak! Lamb chops won't do.
One day I was turning a trick myself, down on my knees, with this guy behind me, pumping his skinny cock up my asshole, when I heard a sudden commotion in the front room.
"Oh God! Oh shit!" I heard Nancy scream. "The cops!"
Suddenly the guy's dick shriveled up and slipped out of my butt as he frantically threw on his clothes. I quickly put on a robe.
The trick was so panicky that he was hyperventilating, and I tried to reassure him, telling him to keep his cool. Then I told him to follow me out into the parlor.
There was this big bull of a guy standing there, a scowl on his face, as Nancy and three girls huddled on a couch.
When the guy saw my trick he sneered.
"Get your punk ass out of here, wimp," he said to the guy as the poor, scared trick scrambled out the door in a panic. The dude hadn't even paid me yet!
"So, what can I do for you?" I asked, trying to remain calm. I had dealt with cops before.
"Okay, here's the way it is," the cop said. "You got a nice-set up here. Except now you got a new partner."
He took a card out of his pocket and threw it on the table.
"Deputy Dennis Pruitt. County sheriff's office. So, as I was saying, you've got a new partner. Me. Now if you want to stay in business, your new partner needs to be paid a thousand a month, first day of the month. And that's the day after tomorrow. Understand?"
He looked us over, a nasty grimace on his face.
"You bitches make me sick. You come to our nice, clean desert and you foul it up with your filth. What I'd really like to do is kick your whore asses out of town. But I can use some dough, and you're going to be my money makers. So, remember. I'll be here day after tomorrow, six o'clock sharp. And I expect to see a thousand on this table when I walk in the door, understand?"
He turned around to leave.
"Have a nice day ... cunts!"
After he left everyone started acting hysterical, so I told them all to shut up and let me think. This wasn't the first time I had dealt with a cop who had tried to muscle me. But now I was in Las Vegas, a town I didn't know.
So I called Karen and filled her in. I told her what happened and gave her the cop's name. She said to give her a few hours. She'd ask around about him, and get back to me.
The next morning Karen called and sounded excited.
"You won't believe what I found out-come over right away."
So I got in my car and headed over to her place.
"Check this out," she said, sliding a video into her VCR.
There was Deputy Dennis Pruitt, standing outside a bar, his arm around a guy.
"Your Deputy Pruitt, it turns out, is a queer. Now keep watching," Karen urged, delighted by this.
All of a sudden there was Deputy Pruitt in a room with the guy. And quick as a wink Pruitt was down on his knees, unzipping the guy's fly, and stuffing his cock in his mouth!
I stared at the TV screen in dumb disbelief.
"Where on earth did you get this?" I said, still shocked.
"This same cop tried to put the squeeze on a casino guy I know, so the guy asked around and heard that Pruitt had a secret life, that he was a fag. Then he set him up with the guy in the video and they taped everything. As you can imagine, when my friend showed the video to the sergeant, Pruitt backed off in a hurry, in a real hurry."
"Holy shit!" I said.
"Listen, Bunny, I told my friend what had happened to you and he made me this copy of the video and said I should feel free to give it to you. So when Pruitt shows up tomorrow just let him have a look at this. And that should be the end of your problems with that particular scumbag."
"Shit, Karen, this is great! Thanks!" I said, taking the videotape.
When I got back to the house I told the girls about it and we watched the tape. I wanted all my girls to be there when Deputy Pruitt showed up at six the next day.
A little after six Pruitt rang the bell and I let him in.
He looked down at the table.
"So where's my money? There's supposed to be a thousand dollars there. I don't see it," he sneered cockily.
"That's because it's not there," I said coolly.
"Oh really?" he said mockingly. "Why isn't it there?"
"Because I decided I wasn't going to pay you, that's why. I'm not going to pay you a fucking cent, creep," I said.
He looked at me in disbelief.
"And not only are you not going to hassle us or bust any one of us, but I expect you to protect us, to make sure that no one busts us, or gives us any kind of shit at all. Ever. You see, Deputy Pruitt, I decided that you're going to be my protector, not my partner. And that you were going to offer us protection from the goodness of your heart."
"Is that right?" he said. "And why would I do that?"
"Because of this?" I said, pressing the play button on my remote control. I already had the video cued up to the scene.
When he saw himself in that video again, watched himself dropping to his knees and mouthing a cock, his face went chalk white and he broke out in a cold sweat.
"Where did you get that?" he asked, his voice shaky.
"What the fuck does it matter?" I said, coldly. "You know this isn't the only copy. So, as I said, Sergeant Pruitt, there'll be no money for you, not a penny. And I'll expect you to be at my service whenever I need you."
Suddenly he was all meek and submissive, the wind completely knocked out of him, his arrogance utterly vanished.
"And there's another thing," I continued. "My girls didn't care for that remark you made about them being 'cunts' and 'bitches.' Anyone who wants to call us names like that, has to pay for the privilege. Pay dearly. And you didn't pay then, so you're going to have to pay now ... faggot."
His jaw was hanging slack.
"Pull down your pants and bend over," I said.
He did nothing.
"I said pull them down!" I screamed.
Compliant now, he dropped his pants and then his shorts and bent over.
Now Mocha revealed a black leather paddle.
"This ugly queer needs to be punished, Mocha," I said, as Mocha began to paddle the shit out of his sorry ass. All the girls stood around, watching and cheering as Mocha turned his butt a beet red. Mocha loves working over a dude like this, especially when he's a real asshole.
"Anyone else want a turn?" Mocha asked.
"Me! Me!" Nancy squealed.
Before I let his the creep leave, all my girls had taken turns paddling his pathetic, flabby bottom.
I didn't expect any trouble from Deputy Pruitt ever again!
CHAPTER FIVE
A week after we put out our first ads and opened the house for business, this very sexy guy snowed up for a session. On the phone he told me right off that he was married, had been married for three years but could never get his wife to try anal sex. Before he married, he said, he loved having Greek-style sex and he had been hankering to try it again. But he explained that he was not the sort to start up an affair, and that's why he was calling a working pro, like me. He said when he saw the mention of 'Grecian pleasures' in my ad he was praying it would mean what he hoped it meant. I confirmed that his guess was, in fact, correct, and he was very glad to hear that.
Jim turned out to be just the kind of trick I appreciate. He was around thirty and handsome and knew what to do with his dick. And did he ever love sliding it up my asshole! He very quickly became a regular and for the past couple of months, since me and Mocha opened the house, he's been coming by once a week, sometimes twice, for his regular greek fix.
Last week he had just finished laying a solid ass fuck in me, and was getting dressed, when he mentioned that he wanted to ask me something. "Shoot," I told him.
"Well I have this buddy, Tony's his name. We were in the service together and then we both moved to Vegas and started working as dealers. He's married too. Before he and I got married we used to fool around with girls together. But after our wedding days that all stopped...."
He took a pause.
"So tell me more, Jim," I urged.
"Well, last week I confessed to him that I'd been coming to see you, and what it was that I do here with you. He couldn't hear about it enough. I swear, the dude got a hard-on just listening to me tell him about my visits here."
"I'm flattered," I said. And I sort of was, hearing that Jim's tales of anal couplings with me would turn on a guy that much and give him an erection.
"Well, the thing about my buddy is that he's never done greek, not even before he was married, Of course, his wife won't do it that way, she's like mine. But no other woman he'd ever been with would either," Jim explained.
"What's wrong? Is your pal a real dog?" I asked.
"No, the dude's movie-star handsome, and the chicks always flipped for him. Back in the service he was getting so much pussy he'd have to give some of it away to other guys," Jim explained, leaving me puzzled.
"But not greek?" I asked. "Not even one of those many, many admiring babes would let him fuck her up the ass?"
"Nope. And the reason is that Tony is hung like a horse. I mean, his cock is huge. We used to tease him about it in the service, and envy him too. But the thing is that though lots of girls got all hot and bothered when they saw how many inches Tony was carrying down there, the second he tried to come knocking on their back door, they shied away, and quickly too. When it came to anal sex, he said, his dimensions always scared them off. So he asked me whether, by any chance maybe, you would consider letting him try to do you that way? And I told him I'd ask," Jim continued.
"He figured since I was a pro I'd probably had experience with all sorts ... and sizes, huh?"
"I guess so," Jim said.
"You're pretty big, Jim. Just how big is this hung buddy of yours anyway?" Jim was fairly endowed, so I wasn't lying when I said this. Plus, I know guys always like to hear that about their big cocks, especially when the topic of conversation is another guy's dick.
"Oh, man, I've got nothing compared to him, Bunny," Jim went on. "Hank's wife told my wife that she measured it once and it was an even foot hard, and around three inches thick." Jim said.
"A foot!" I said, a little stunned. "Twelve inches! Come on! That's obscenely huge."
As a working whore I had seen countless dicks, of all sizes and shapes, including some real prize-winners. But I don't think any one of them was a true foot long.
"I don't know," I said, thinking about it. I really like taking a big one back there sometimes, but I didn't want to tell a guy that I'd do a session like that with him, and then have to back off.
"Well, anyway, I told him I'd mention it," Jim said, as he put on his jacket and started to head out.
"No, wait a minute," I said, stopping him. "He's your buddy, Jim, and he sounds like a cool dude. I'll give him and his big dick a try back there. Tell him to call me."
Jim brightened at hearing this, no doubt happy that he could bring back some good news to his pal.
"How about if I bring him over next time we have a date, and he and I do a three-way with you? How's that sound?"
"You mean you both fuck me in the ass?" I said. I'd done that quite a few times in the past with two guys, though not usually with tricks. With boyfriends and their pals or, later, with pimps.
"Yeah, before we got married Tony and I liked to do scenes like that. You know, find a hot sexy babe and share her."
"You mean like Tony fucked her while she sucked your dick, shit like that?" I winked, giving Jim a little pinch on the cheek.
"Yeah, shit like that," he said, his eyes lighting up at the memories.
"And now you two boys may be able to do what you've never done, huh? Share a babe's asshole." I said, winking sassily at Jim. "Sure, bring him over and we'll have ourselves a little party, a back-door party!"
He was so happy he tipped me an extra fifty, even though he knew I was the proprietress here.
A week later Jim called and we set up a time for him and his pal, Tony, to come over. As you probably know by now, one of the big reasons I became a whore is because I like trading sex for money. And it's not just the money I like, but the turning of tricks. An attitude I expect all my girls to have.
Once in a while I really get into a particular trick, like Jim.
I'm always happy to hear from him. So now I was actually turned on by the thought of Jim coming by and bringing his horse-hung buddy over for a threesome.
By the time the buzzer rang my heart was actually thumping away in my chest with excited anticipation.
"Hi, Bunny, this is Tony," Jim said, introducing us. Jim did not lie; Tony really did have movie-star good looks. Naturally I couldn't help dropping my gaze down below his waist to see if I could catch any sign of that supposedly mammoth dick of his. But Tony was wearing a pair of loose jeans, so it was hard to tell.
I took them into a room and quickly stripped off my clothes. A lot of tricks, especially in Vegas where they see all these showgirls, like having me wear garters and heels and hose. But not Jim; he liked me stark naked. And completely naked is what I was after I pulled off my panties.
"You like?" I cooed, letting Tony eyeball my body.
"I like a lot...." Tony purred, scanning me sexily.
As Jim began to unbutton his shirt, I walked over to Tony and reached for his zipper, slowly pulling it down.
"I heard you've got something very special for me down there, mister," I purred.
Jim had a shit-eating grin on his face as he watched me tease his buddy. I could tell he was as excited by the scene as his pal, if not more so.
"Well why don't you check it out and see for yourself," Tony said smugly.
"I think I will," I said, reaching under the elastic of his briefs and suddenly feeling a really thick slab of warm male meat!
"Hmmmmm, nice and warm. Nice and warm, and big!" I said, pulling it out. I looked down and my jaw dropped. He wasn't even hard yet and already I could tell he was absolutely huge. But, then again, some guys who are very small when they're soft and flaccid get really big when they become hard, while often guys with really big dicks hardly swell up at all when they're erect. In fact, a lot of guys with exceptionally big cocks never get really hard. I like them both big and hard, but sometimes it's a trade-off.
"Wow! Will you look at that!" I said as I stared at his equipment. I wrapped my fist around it, but could only get it part way around his girth.
A girth that now quickly began to thicken and harden as his cock grew to its full rigid length.
"You sure as hell weren't kidding," I said, turning to Jim.
"I told her you carried an even twelve inches down there, Tony, and I think Bunny thought I was bullshitting," Jim said.
"Well I sure as hell don't think so anymore," I said, taking in the massive dimensions of Tony's erect penis. And unlike so many oversized cocks, Tony's, hard now, stood straight up, at a forty-five degree angle. That made it even more exciting, the way it just stuck way out of his fiat stomach.
"God, look at it, it's thicker than my wrist," I said, and indeed it was.
I looked over at Jim.
"Damn, Jim. Your buddy's really something," I said, fisting the thick pole.
"Shit, Bunny, I knew that you, if anyone, could handle him," Jim said, slowly stroking his own erect cock.
Jim had undressed himself, and so now I helped Tony off with his clothes until it was me and the guys, in the buff.
"And you want to bury this up my butt!" I said to Tony, twisting it in my hand. He looked a little apprehensive all of a sudden, as though I was going to reject that idea out of hand. So I wanted to reassure him, but still leave myself a possible way out if the going somehow got too tough.
"Hmmmmmm, sure looks like it'll be fun trying," I said.
"We're just going to have to make sure that this gal is well-greased, know what I mean?"
His face relaxed into a horny smile.
"So, what are we waiting for?" I whispered. I wagged a finger at Jim, urging him to come closer, then I took his boner in my other hand, the guys pressing in close against my body as I fisted them both at once.
"You two boys are going to fuck my ass, huh?" I said, looking them both in the eyes, back and forth.
"That's the plan," Jim said.
"And are you going to fuck it nice and rough!" I asked, looking straight at Tony.
"Anyway you like it, babe," Tony hissed.
"I like it nasty, and I like it rough!" I said.
"Sounds like music to my ears," Jim said. "Ain't that right Tony?"
"Real sweet music," Tony growled.
"Hey fellas? I've got two titties up here I wouldn't mind having you play with while I fist these luscious big cocks of yours."
Now each brought up a hand to play with my breasts.
"That's right," I said. "Squeeze them, paw them," I said.
Sometimes I really do like it a little rough and now was one of those times.
They enthusiastically manhandled my big, firm tits.
"Bet you don't have titties like this back at home to suck on," I said, as they looked at each other and laughed.
"That sure as hell is true," Tony confessed.
Tony was here to fuck me up the ass, so now I wanted to give him a teaser. I let go of their cocks and turned around, bending over and reaching back to spread apart my buns.
"Take a look, Tony, this tight little hole's for you," I said, turning my head back to look at him. "This asshole! Jim tells me you've never really had one, so I hope you know what to do with an asshole."
I emphasized the word 'asshole,' mouthing it as lewdly as possible.
His eyes were like a pair of lasers as he stared into my crack, taking in the sight of my tight, puckered sphincter, his special bull's-eye for tonight. He gazed at it as though it were the most beautiful sight in the world. Which to him, at this moment, it probably was.
Then I turned around and told the dudes to sit down next to each other on the edge of the bed. Then I dropped to my knees in front of them.
"Jim?" I said. "Would you mind taking care of yourself for a little bit so I can concentrate on your buddy over here?"
Jim smiled a racy smile, slowly massaging his own shaft as he leaned back to watch what I would now do to his pal. And what I did first was to give Tony a nice, solid blow job, slowly dragging my tongue over every ample inch of his cock's taut surface, until I finally opened my lips as wide as possible and took his hugely bulbous knob into my mouth. I sucked that knob as I twisted the thick shaft in my hand, looking over and winking at Jim. He winked back, obviously loving the sight of my mouth stuffed to the limits with his buddy's cock. I concentrated, taking as much as possible of that shaft in my mouth and down my throat.
"Shit! Will you look at that!" Jim said, a little amazed to see how much of his pal's cock I was able to wolf down like that. Jim said he and Tony had enjoyed three-ways with babes many times, so I knew he had seen lots of gals suck his buddy's cock. But I was determined to make sure none of those blow jobs would be quite as memorable as the one I was giving Tony right now.
I pulled my mouth away from his dick.
"Let's taste something else now, shall we?" I said as I lifted Tony's butt and pushed back on his thighs, exposing his crack. Then I spread open his buttocks. One thing Jim always loved was when I -rimmed his asshole. I'm sure he had told Tony how I did that to him. And Tony was probably expecting a tongue bath down there from me too.
I stuck out my tongue lewdly, then snaked it into his crack, running it lightly over the rubbery surface of his butthole. Then I started to lick him in earnest, even stiffening up my tongue and forcing it into his ass. Most tricks love to be tongue-fucked down there. And if a trick is cute and clean and sexy and well-mannered I'm always happy to do that for him.
I ate out his asshole with a wild freak passion I'm sure no babe who had done that to him had shown before.
"Time for the main course now," I said, suddenly pulling away from them and standing up.
I went to the shelf where we keep tubes of lubricant, and took hold of a fresh tube.
"I know I'm going to be needing plenty of grease," I said, unscrewing the cap, and handing the tube to Jim.
"Jim? I think you know what to do with this," I said.
I turned my bottom to the guys and bent way over again, reaching back to hold myself open.
Jim squeezed a big dab of lubricating jelly into my crack.
Jim always really got off lubing me up and preparing me for a rugged ass fuck, so now I thought I'd let him grease me up in front of his pal Tony.
"Oh, yeah, slap it in there!" I said, as he spread the jelly over my asshole, sliding a couple of fingers inside. I loved having him prep me up like this. Jim had such a deft touch. I guess being the master card dealer he was, he knew how to use his hands and fingers in more ways than one!
And since Tony was another casino dealer, I figured he'd have the touch himself.
"Feel like sticking a couple of fingers up there first, Tony?" I said, looking at him. "It's nice and tight and warm in there, nice and tight and warm for your big cock!" I said.
Jim pulled his fingers out, as Tony stepped up to my rear.
Now I felt Tony's fingers rubbing my asshole and then digging inside, digging in there with the same skilled touch as Jim.
"Uh huh!" I hissed, pushing my bottom back against his probing fingers. "Shove them in there!"
Finally I pulled away from him and dropped down on the bed, lifting my bottom high in the air as I got into that time tested elbow-knee position.
I wiggled my tight bottom at them, pushing it out so the crack was nice and exposed and my slick, now partly reamed asshole-the hot little prize!-was exposed to their view. The way they were standing there and staring, fisting their shafts, I knew that it was a very appetizing sight for them both.
"That's where I want your big dicks," I said.
"And that's where you're going to get them," Jim said.
"I second that emotion," Tony added.
"Well, I can't fuckin' wait!" I said.
Clearly, with these two guys, the name of the game was greek!
"So? Who first?" I said.
The sensible thing would have been to have Jim do me first. He had a big, but relatively modest cock and one of his patented solid ass fucks should help prepare me for Tony's massive reamer. But Jim had fucked my butt dozens of times, and his buddy had never fucked a butt. So I thought Tony should have first crack, and glancing over at Jim I could see that Jim agreed.
"Get that big thing of yours back here," I said, urging Tony to get behind me.
He got up on the bed, kneeling behind me and again slid his fingers up my butt, this time three fingers. I figured he was going to ream me out just a bit longer, before burying his foot of prime male meat up there, but he surprised me by keeping his fingers wedged up my ass while he brought the bulbous tip of his cock to my dripping pussy, as exposed and accessible to him as my asshole, the way I was sticking out my bottom.
"Damn!" I said, gasping as his thickness filled my cunt. I don't think my cunt had ever felt so filled, except once maybe when an old girlfriend and fellow whore had shoved her whole hand up to the wrist inside there.
With his fingers inside my anal passage I knew he could feel every thrust of his cock through the thin membrane of flesh that separated my cunt from my rectum.
"Uh huh," I said, urging him. "I love the way that feels, having both holes filled like that. Sometimes when Jim fucks my ass I shove a big dildo up my cunt at the same time, right Jim? Well, tonight I won't be needing that dildo-not when I have you two boys here to plug up my holes!"
I've been sandwiched quite a few times. I used to love doing that back in New York with Daddy Spade and a pimp friend of his.
It's a natural when you have two virile studs on hand, at least for a slut like me, who really likes to get filled up!
And I'm sure these two tricks shared the very same thought.
"Oh shit! You feel so fuckin' good inside me, Tony," I said. Jim liked to have me talk to him that way when we made it, real lewd and nasty. And that was the whore-style I happened to favor, so it didn't take much to encourage me to talk and act like that. Now I figured Tony might appreciate that very same raunchy approach.
"You feel so fuckin' good, and you can fuckin' screw my cunt all you want some other time, stud, but right now, I want you to stick it up my ass! That's why you came over here, buddy, isn't it? So go ahead and have your fill. Bury those twelve thick inches of yours up my hot, tight asshole!"
So now he pulled his dick out of my cunt and brought the knob an inch higher, to the other hole, the tighter one.
"Yeah, shove it in!" I urged.
And then he did it, he pushed forward. I saw stars for a brief moment as his huge knob forced its way past my tight sphincter, and then up inside that dark, welcoming rectum of mine, a rectum which has housed many a cock, believe you me!
For me, this was the ultimate moment. This is why when Karen suggested I make mine into a specialty house, and that I consider making that specialty greek, it didn't take me but a moment to decide that was the way to go. If you're going to open a restaurant, offer a cuisine you like to eat and you also know how to prepare. It's the same with sex.
"Oh shit!" I gasped. "Slow down a moment, will you, bud?" I said, taking several deep breaths as he stopped moving for a moment and let me get adjusted to the challenge. I should've had a couple of my girls in here watching so they could see what was possible if you were really good at your trade and tried hard to achieve what at first seems impossible.
I let my muscles back there relax and now I actually pushed back, impaling myself on his shaft as I let him slowly slide it all the way in, inch by thick inch.
I reached back to feel him entering me there, running a fingertip around my obscenely dilated anus, now stretched to the limit as it hugged his insistent thickness.
"Oh my God!" I said, as I took in just how totally he was filling me up.
"That's it, dude," Jim urged his pal. "Fuck that ass; she loves it! Don't you, Bunny?"
"Uh huh!" I said. "I do love it!"
I left my hand back there, continuing to feel him as he entered me. I'd say he had around half his length inside me and that meant that there were still six or so inches to go. Could I really take so much thick, male muscle that deep in my bowels? Well, I sure as hell was going to try.
"That's it," I said, turning to look at Tony. He had this hot, ultra-horny, lascivious expression on his face, an expression that I knew matched my own. "Bury it up my ass! Bury it inside me!"
Jim watched keenly, loving the show. "Do like the lady says, Tony, get it up in there," Jim encouraged. "This whore really loves it up the ass, take it from me."
Now one thing about most whores is that they don't like being called whores by tricks. And that goes for me too. But for certain tricks I make an exception. And Jim was one of them. Actually I got turned on having Jim call me whore the same way I used to love it when my pimp, Daddy Spade, called me that. Or that college professor of mine who was my first trick.
"Oh Jim, you know how I really dig it when you call me a 'whore,'" I cooed.
I brought my other hand back there and spread myself open as much as possible so that both Tony and Jim could have a perfect view of the damage Tony was doing, so they could see every detail of his relentless anal assault.
"Oh man, will you look at that!" Jim said, gazing into my crack. His own dick was so hard I thought it was going to burst.
And I knew what he meant too, because by now I knew that just about the full length of Tony's massive cock was inside me, out of sight. That was confirmed when soon I could feel Tony's balls slapping against my buns.
"Just leave it in there a moment, will you? The whole thing," I asked Tony, as he stopped moving, every last millimeter of his cock wedged into my rectum. And I knew just how many millimeters that was, too. Remember, I was once a math major!
I closed my eyes and just took in the raw sensation, getting completely comfortable. And then I gave him the go-ahead.
"Okay, Tony, ravage me now. Fuck the shit out of my ass, you dig? Do it like you really mean it!"
With that encouragement Tony began to pump it into me, fucking my butt with deep, smooth strokes. Knowing they had done quite a few three-ways together, I had asked Jim if he thought that his buddy Tony was long-lasting. A lot of tricks, they're dying to fuck your ass, but they're so aroused and it's so tight back there, that they cum in a jiffy, hardly getting to enjoy nesting in your bottom at all. But Jim was always long-lasting and had perfect control. That's one reason I found him such an appealing trick. Of course, with a trick who turns you off, you don't want him to be too long-lasting; what you want is for him to blast his load as quickly as possible and get his sorry ass out the door! But that was definitely not the case with Jim; with him I wanted to stretch it out. And he always did. And stretched me out too!
"Oh, he's like me," Jim had told me when I asked him that. "He'll last as long as you want him to."
With his steady, relentless pounding into my greedy bottom I could now see that this was true.
"Come up here, Jim, let me have something to eat while your buddy takes care of my backside," I said, urging Jim to kneel by my face.
For a moment I stared at his rigid cock, which I now lusted to devour. But Jim suddenly turned around on his knees and I was staring at his bottom. He pushed his butt back into my face, offering it to me.
"How about you eat this first?" he said.
"Love to," I said, lapping away at his morsel. I craved it! While Tony's thick log was taking care of my bottom, my wet, agile tongue was taking care of Jim's!
I almost felt like asking one of the girls to come in from the parlor and give Tony a nice anal tongue bath so that all three butts could be pleasured at once. But I figured that might be a little much. Three was a nice, cozy number right now!
"Yum," I said, "but now I want to taste something else."
Jim turned around and, this time, fed me his cock. I took my time sucking on it until I wanted it somewhere else.
"Anyone care to have a sandwich?" I asked, and the guys chuckled, knowing exactly what I meant.
So now I pulled my bottom away from Tony as I pushed Jim down on the bed. It felt good to take a breather and feel the cool air on my ravaged asshole.
I straddled Jim, lowering my cunt down on his dick. Then I turned back to look at Tony.
"Okay, you know where it goes," I said.
Tony knelt behind me again as I reached back to guide him into my asshole. This would be my first sandwich since I left New York. And I sure was hungry for it now.
"Oh fuck!" I gasped. "I think I'm in heaven!"
And I was! I had never been so delectably, so deliciously filled in all my life! Even when Daddy and Youngblood used to double up on me like this with their stiff ebony pistons.
I looked down at Jim, pure lust in my eyes, pure lust in his. I shoved a tit in his face so he could suck my nipple.
And as he suckled that stiff, corky protrusion, and his cock and Tony's filled my holes with their double hammering, a rush of fiercely intense sensation shot through every nerve fiber of my body. I couldn't even make a sound, the feelings were that overwhelming. But with the way my whole body was quivering, these sexy tricks of mine, Jim and Tony, knew they had just taken me past the brink.
And that was their cue.
With a hard, deep thrust into my bottom I could feel Tony unloading deep inside my rectum.
"Hold off a moment," I said, looking down at Jim. I knew he was on the brink himself, but I also knew he had perfect control and could hold off a few moments longer if I asked him to.
After Tony blasted his load, his cock quickly shrunk and I pulled away from it, letting it slip out of my ass. Now, of course, I had to reach back and feel myself back there, feel what state I was in after being ravaged like this.
"Oh shit!" I gasped. "Did you ever open me up!"
I ran a fingertip along the rim of my gaping hole, and then I squeezed my anal muscles, using that sphincter control I had developed over the years as a whore who specialized in greek.
Soon I was almost back to normal back there.
"I can't let you leave here, Jim, not without checking out your favorite hole," I said, lifting myself off him slightly and bringing his cock back an inch.
"Here you go," I said, sinking down and impaling my rectum on Jim's cock now, "Blast off inside my ass!"
And that's what he did a moment later as he plunged up into me, adding his spunk to his buddy's. After they left I'd have my new girl Nikki, who had worked as a natural healer and herbalist before joining my house, give me a nice, cleansing enema. But for the moment I just savored the feel of the thick, manly lather those two horny tricks had squirted up my hot, whore bottom!
CHAPTER SIX
I met Karen for a cup of coffee one day and, of course, the first thing she asked me was how things were going back at the old brothel. I filled her in on some details, and thanked her for that info and the videotape which had gotten me out of that jam with the cop. She still felt a little guilty having pulled out of what she had billed as a partnership between us, so she was very pleased to hear that everything was going well and that our little venture had turned into a profitable enterprise.
"So that whole greek angle worked, huh?" she asked.
"Like a charm," I told her. "It's like you said, the tricks are drawn to anal sex the ways bees are drawn to nectar."
"Yeah, especially the married ones. Either their wives never would do it in the first place, or after a few years of marriage they refuse to do it any more," Karen said.
"Yeah, a woman's got to be turned on to take it up the ass, even a whore like me," I said.
"Listen," Karen said, leaning over and lowering her voice. "Speaking of all this, I think I may have a special trick for you, a somewhat unusual one."
Karen explained that she knew a showgirl who had once worked with her and was now married. She explained that her friend told Karen that her husband was straight but that she had gotten him to admit that he had fantasies of making it with guys, of imagining what it would be like to take a cock up his ass. Once she heard him confess this to her, she said, she couldn't stop thinking about it, about him getting done by another dude, you know, getting his ass busted wide open. She said the more she thought about it, the more obsessed she got by it. She just couldn't get it out of her mind. But she also knew she'd never be able to actually get him to make it with a guy.
"So why doesn't she strap one on and do him that way?" I asked.
"Oh, she's done that," Karen explained. "But there's more to it. You see, Heather is one of those real voluptuous showgirls, huge tits, a big round ass. She just reeks of femininity. And the fantasy was not just that her husband would get fucked up the ass, but that he'd get fucked up the ass by a guy."
What was Karen getting at, I wondered?
"Now, since he won't actually do it with a guy," Karen continued, "what Heather proposed was they find a girl who's very boyish, you know, nice and slim, with narrow hips, no tits, short hair, you know the type I mean. That way they could push the fantasy a little and make believe her guy really was making it with a dude."
I was beginning to see the picture.
"So then I thought of your girl, Nancy, and she'd really fit the bill," Karen continued.
Karen had met Nancy and the first thing she said to me when she saw her was that as a young, boyish chick she probably really turns on a certain type of trick. Which was true. And that if she walked into a fag bar wearing jeans and a T-shirt she'd probably give all the queers there hard-ons, until they found out Nancy didn't have anything hanging between her legs.
"Yeah, Nancy would be just right for a scene like that." I said, now seeing where Karen was going with this.
"So, how about it? Can you set it up with Nancy?" Karen asked.
"You mean for your friend Heather? And her husband?"
"Yeah, I told them I had a girlfriend who ran a house, filled her in about you. And she asked if you could accommodate a fantasy like that over there. So I told her I'd ask you," Karen said.
"Sure, I think we can work that out. Nancy is a freak for new trips; she'll probably jump at a chance to get into a scene like that."
"The other thing is, they want to have the whole thing down on video. They have a camcorder and asked if there'd be someone who could shoot it for them," Karen probed. "You see, Heather doesn't just want to watch her husband get done, she wants to get into the scene too."
I had handled a camcorder many times myself.
"Sure, I could do that. And I know Nancy would dig it. She's always saying she'd like to try to be in porn some time." I said.
"Great!" Karen said. "I'll tell Heather and give her your number then, okay?"
"Okay," I said.
Karen leaned over again.
"How about you come back to my place now for a little while and we mix it up some?" Karen asked with a seductive smile.
"You mean you want me to eat your pussy," I teased.
"Yeah, but what I really feel like doing now is eating yours ... and your cute, little butthole too. I know how much you like that," Karen said.
"Shit! What are we waiting for then!" I said, grabbing the check.
When I explained to Nancy what this scene would be, she loved the idea, but then again, enthusiastic young Nancy was eager to try just about all and any tricks. And I knew she'd go for this one in a big way.
"And they want the whole thing videotaped," I added.
"Oh wow! Do you think I could have a copy?" she asked. I knew she wouldn't bat an eye about being videotaped in action like this.
"We'll see, we'll have to ask them," I said.
A videotape of a scene like that is something those two would probably want to keep close to their chests.
Heather had already called me and we had set up a tentative date, even though I hadn't talked to Nancy yet at the time. Now that I had, I called Heather to confirm that date.
So the next day, a half hour before the date, I helped Nancy get prepared. First, I messed up her short hair a little so that it looked even more like she had a guy's haircut, then I wiped off the residue of lipstick she was wearing. Nancy didn't have on any other make-up. But she was wearing a little bracelet and a delicate, gold chain around her neck, so we took those feminine accoutrements off too.
A couple of weeks earlier Nancy had decided to let the hair grow under her arms; she thought it would be 'different.' These days so many girls, and especially working girls, not only shave under their arms like most women, but shave their snatches too. That's become somewhat of a trend, to go with tattoos and piercings. But Nancy was proud of the thick rug she had between her legs; she thought it was sexy. And so she thought she'd match it with two little patches under her arms. Those patches now turned out to have been fortuitous, as they helped serve the fantasy even more.
Now I had her take off all her clothes and the first thing I did was strap on a dildo to her, a leather one imported from Germany which was carefully fashioned to look as much like a real penis as possible. It came complete with a set of balls. And it was big too, about eight inches. Heather had asked for a big one. She said her husband would want that. Straight guys with fantasies of making it with a man, they always picture nice, big cocks. After all, that's what they're really into, the cock, not the guy.
"Shit, look at me!" Nancy squealed standing naked in front of the mirror, staring at 'her' cock sticking thick and hard straight up and away from her stomach. She stood there like a proud stud, fisting it with her hand.
"Man, am I hung, huh?" she said, delighted.
"You sure are, Nancy, you sure are," I said.
I could understand her enthusiasm. That's always been one of my favorite games too, strapping on a dildo and pretending to be a guy.
"Now put this on," I said, handing her a loose T-shirt which I told her she was to never take off during the session. Even though she has very small breasts, she still has them, so this loose T-shirt would conceal them nicely.
Earlier that day I went out and bought a small sized pair of men's cotton briefs and now gave them to Nancy.
"Here you go."
She slid them on over her cock and all of a sudden the transformation seemed almost complete. In her briefs and T-shirt she looked like a slim young guy, a guy who happened to have a raging hard-on whose bulge was clearly visible under his briefs.
Then I had her put on a pair of jeans and some crew socks and a pair of old sneakers. This is the way Nancy liked to dress anyway, real casual and unisex.
"How do I look?" she asked, staring at herself in the mirror, admiring the obscenely visible bulge in the crotch of her jeans.
"You look like a horny young dude," I said.
"I am a horny young dude," she said, rubbing 'her' hardon, getting into the fantasy right away.
The other thing that was perfect about Nancy for a scene like this was that she actually had a very low, rather gruff voice. So, on top of everything else, she almost sounded like a guy too.
"Now remember, Nancy, you just keep thinking of yourself as a stud, a horny young bi guy who likes to make it with chicks and dudes both. You don't have a pussy. You have a big, hard cock, which you love to use. And which you like to have sucked. And an asshole which they can both lick or he can fuck, if you want him to. But no pussy, remember. And no tits. I want you to keep that T-shirt on."
"Oh man!" she thrilled. "This sounds like it's gonna be such a trip!"
I was really beginning to appreciate Nancy. There was nothing like having an enthusiastic whore working in your house, one who truly relished her work.
"And what's your name going to be? It can't very well be Nancy?" I asked.
"Oh, how about ... how about Troy? That sounds like a stud's name, doesn't it?"
"Sure ... Troy," I joked, I said reaching down to squeeze the hunk of rubber bulging under the crotch of Nancy's jeans. "See you got a big cock there, Troy."
"And I sure am achin' to use it!" 'Troy' teased back.
And then the doorbell rang and I told Nancy to disappear. She quickly scampered out of sight. I let in the couple. I had talked to the wife, but now I finally laid eyes on both of them.
Heather was maybe thirty, now a former showgirl, rather than a working one. She was tall and voluptuous and very busty; she looked like your textbook Las Vegas showgirl, although a little over-the-hill and overripe.
"And this is Lance," she said, introducing her husband, who looked like a frat boy from some Southern college. Karen had told me he was an heir to some big Southern fortune and had fallen head over heels for Heather when he and a couple of his buddies came to Vegas during a spring break a couple of years back. He was definitely several years younger than her, and quite good-looking and masculine.
"Welcome to Bunny's," I said, leading them to the largest and best-appointed of my bedrooms. Mocha and one of my new girls, Trish, were in the parlor and waved at the couple, who both seemed a little uneasy. I guess as a married couple coming to a whorehouse to be serviced, they felt rather awkward.
So I quickly ushered them into the room.
"And here's the video camera," Heather said, handing it to me the minute we were behind closed doors. "Do you know how to use one of these?"
"Oh yeah, I had one just like it New York," I said. And I did. But I'd left that with Daddy, who had hankered after it.
They were jittery with nervousness, but I could also sense just how excited they both were. And how eager they were to lay their eyes on the 'cute young guy' I had promised them.
"Hey, Troy!" I shouted, opening the door. "Come on in here."
Nancy slowly strutted in, one hand on her hip. She looked so convincingly masculine done up like she was that she almost fooled me!
"This is Troy," I said, making introductions. "And this is Lance. And Heather."
Heather and Lance sized up Nancy, a satisfied smile of approval curling up on Heather's lips as she took in the sight of 'Troy' standing there.
I think that Nancy had tucked back her jeans and tightened her belt, because the leather cock she had hidden from view down there bulged out even more obscenely than before.
I picked up the camcorder and turned it on. Then I looked through the viewfinder. I was going to record this whole scene, from beginning to end.
"Mmmmmmm," Heather purred, dropping her eyes down to Nancy's bulge. "Looks like you got something nice and big hidden away down there, cowboy."
"I sure do, and maybe you two would like to check it out?" Nancy said, gliding right into the groove.
Heather turned to her husband.
"Hear that? Troy is asking us whether we'd like to check out that bulge. Well, would you, Lance?" she asked.
"Uh ... yeah," he stuttered, still nervous. After all, this was a big secret fantasy of his that was finally about to be played out.
"Sit down here," Heather said to Nancy, patting the edge of the bed.
Nancy sat down on the edge of the bed and Heather dropped to her knees right below her, making Lance drop down alongside her.
Then Heather unbuckled Nancy's belt and unzipped the fly of her jeans. I pressed in for a close-up.
"Shit, will you look at that!" Heather said, pulling out Nancy's thick, eight-inch leather cock. She twisted it in her hand as she and her husband stared at it. It was made of soft pink kid leather and I knew it felt very much like a real cock. And sure looked like one too. In fact it looked and felt so much like the real thing that Heather couldn't hold back anymore. And so she stuffed it in her mouth and proceeded to suck it with enthusiasm.
Karen had told me in confidence that Heather had turned a few tricks in her time, and I could see that at the very least she had probably offered tricks a first-rate blow job.
"Yum, this big cock of Troy's sure tastes good, Lance," she said, turning to her husband. "Maybe you'd like to taste it for yourself, maybe you'd like to suck Troy's big cock now!"
She took her husband's hand and made him hold Nancy's cock.
"You see," Heather said to Nancy, "My husband has never done it with a guy before. He says he's straight, but he has these secret fantasies of being a real nasty faggot who sucks big cocks and begs to have them shoved up his ass."
"Well he can suck mine all he wants," Nancy said gruffly, turning to Lance. "How about it, guy? Are you ready to suck my dick now that your wife has sucked it?"
Nancy was a complete natural at her role from the start.
"Yeah, go ahead and suck it!" Heather hissed, pushing on the back of her husband's head, forcing his face down.
And then he opened his lips and took the big knob of Nancy's cock in his mouth.
"Uh huh! Suck my cock, dude!" Nancy urged, feeding it to him, forcing his head down on it.
"That's right, suck it!" Heather squealed. "Suck it, you faggot, you little cocksucking queer!"
Obviously there was an element of control, and even a little humiliation here, as Heather mocked her husband, his head bobbing up and down as Nancy fed him her thick cock.
And I was getting every little nuance down on videotape!
Nancy had an almost demented look of pure lust in her eyes as she looked down on the hungry dude gobbling up her alter ego's shaft. Meanwhile Heather was unzipping her husband's pants and pulling out his cock, which was already nice and hard.
"Look at you, you love it! You see, Troy, my husband loves sucking on your dick so much that it's given him a hard-on," Heather said, looking at Nancy.
Nancy reached down herself to have a feel of Lance's erect penis.
"Yeah!" Nancy urged. "Suck my dick, Lance, suck it while I manhandle yours," Nancy said, fisting his shaft, obviously loving this fantasy of 'being a guy' and getting into a guy-guy sex scene with Lance.
Heather took the opportunity to quickly tear off her clothes, showing off those huge jugs of hers. Of course, each one was probably augmented with a pound of silicone, but they sure looked good anyway. Then she pulled down her stretch pants and her panties until she was as naked as the day she was born. With her busty, curvaceous ultra-feminine figure exposed like this, it made slim and boyish-looking Nancy seem like even more of a guy. I was recording it all with my video camera, confident that this scene was more than fulfilling everyone's fantasies.
"Let me have a taste of that now," Nancy said, tugging Lance up to her, forcing him to release Nancy's cock from the grip of his mouth.
"Now that I've had my cock sucked, I feel like sucking some cock myself," Nancy-or should I say 'Troy'-announced as she mouthed Lance's rigid shaft.
"Oooooh yeah!" Heather enthused, watching, as she looked up at her husband. "Bet you like having a guy suck your cock, huh?"
All he did was grunt and close his eyes as Nancy gave him some head.
"How about you have some of this too," Nancy said, handing over Lance's cock to his wife.
Now Nancy and Heather gobbled up Lance's cock together.
Nancy even took Lance's hand and made him hold her cock while she went down on him.
"Shit, I'm horny!" Nancy suddenly growled. "I want some ass now ... or some pussy at least."
She looked over meaningfully at Heather, who sure perked up hearing that.
"Cool! Because I feel like getting fucked now. I like that cock of yours, Troy," Heather said, slapping away her husband's hand and fondling the dildo now herself. "And I feel like trying it on for size, before this greedy fag husband of mine plants his horny little asshole all over it!"
Suddenly Heather fell back on the bed and spread her legs wide apart, exposing her shaved cunt and the pink slit.
"Fuck my cunt!" Heather said, as she swayed her bottom and showed off her snatch as lewdly as possible.
Now Nancy slid between Heather's big, smooth thighs as her husband watched, whacking away at his own dick. I pulled back to get an overall view of this scene as Nancy plunged forward, driving her thick leather cock deep into the showgirl's body.
"Aw shit! Does that ever feel good!" Heather growled as she wrapped her legs around Nancy's slim body.
Nancy even raised her arms above the bed so Heather and Lance could see the wisps of hair Nancy had under those arms, another 'male' touch.
When Karen had told me about these two, and their trip, I had asked her whether Heather was bi. She said she thought Heather was completely straight and never made it with chicks. Even though she had turned tricks, and almost every girl who turns tricks will do it with another girl.
So now I was thinking that her husband had fantasies of making it with a guy, but couldn't do it with a real guy, and instead wanted to do it with a girl done up as a guy, complete with strap-on cock. So Heather, deep down, probably wanted to try making it with a chick, but the only way she could justify it to her 'straight' psyche was if the chick was done up as a man. This was pretty cool, both husband and wife were now living out their same-sex fantasies with hot little tomboyish Nancy!
And Nancy was really having a ball, fucking the daylights out of the big blonde, plunging into her savagely with deep, solid strokes. She had on her T-shirt and her crew socks. I was behind her' watching her tight little butt pump in and out as she socked it to Heather. She had such a cute, boyish butt too, and its boyishness never suited her better than right now.
"Come over here and let me suck some more of that cock," Nancy said to Lance. "Let me suck it, guy, while I fuck your wife with mine."
Lance happily fed it to 'Troy,' thrilled, no doubt, that the 'guy' who was fucking his wife was sucking his dick.
"Now how about you get behind me and lick my balls a little," Nancy said. That life-like leather cock came with a very life-like set of leather balls.
A second later Lance was back there, lapping away hungrily at the flesh-colored leather balls. I zoomed in for a close-up of the obscene spectacle.
Then Nancy reached back to pull aside the dildo strap.
"Now how about you lick my ass a little," Nancy urged. "We guys like to chew on each others' assholes, huh?"
Again, I marvelled at Nancy's enthusiasm and inventiveness.
Nancy's pussy was completely covered up by the balls and cock, and so now as she tucked the strap of the dildo harness under her T-shirt, all you could see was the big balls and, an inch above it, 'Troy's' asshole.
"Yeah, lick it!" Heather urged breathlessly as she realized what was happening. She even reached around with her hands to hold Nancy's buns apart while Lance lapped away. Naturally I got some good footage of him digging his tongue into Nancy's bottom.
"That's it, do if!" Nancy hissed. "And while you lick my ass, just think what I'm going to be doing to yours soon."
"What are you going to be doing to it? Tell us what, Troy?" Heather begged, dying to hear Nancy say it.
"I'm going to bury this big, thick cock of mine all the way up your husband's tight asshole! That's what I'm going to do with it."
"Here that Lance? Hear that, faggot? Troy's going to fuck your queer ass real soon, as soon as he finishes up satisfying me," Heather said, and I knew she wasn't going to let her husband have any until she had her fill and got off.
And from the way her big body was quivering and the sweat was breaking out on her forehead I knew Heather was, in fact, about to get off!
"Oh fuck! Oh shit! Oh my God!" she began to wail as she wrapped her arms tightly around Nancy. Nancy fucked her with a nice, steady rhythm. Nancy knew how important keeping up a steady rhythm was for a girl's pleasure just at the moment she was about to get off. Guys often can't manage that kind of steadiness, thinking about their own pleasure, or worrying about getting off too soon themselves. But Nancy, with her strap-on, didn't have that problem. She could concentrate on Heather's rhythm and match hers to Heather's exactly.
"Oh man! Oh fuck!" Heather continued howling, getting real close now. 'This is going to be a strong one, I know it-"
"Ahrrrrrrrrrghhh ... Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she wailed at the top of her lungs as Nancy finally brought her to paradise.
Heather was completely out of breath as Nancy pulled away from her, standing up, her cock all slick from Heather's hot, creamy cunt.
"Look at this," Nancy said to Lance, pointing to her cock. "Look how wet I made your wife. How about you suck it now that I fucked the shit out of your wife with it?"
Lance greedily wolfed down the cunt-moistened dildo.
"That's it, keep sucking it," Heather said, recovering from the strain of her own pleasure. "And think how good it's going to feel plugging up your queer ass."
I moved in for another close-up and Lance actually blushed as his eyes turned to the camera, his mouth overstuffed with cock.
"I think it's time to get you ready now, Lance," Nancy said.
"Yeah, ready for a fuck!" Heather hissed.
"So why don't you get up on the bed like a good boy, on elbows and knees, and raise that butt of yours nice and high," Nancy instructed as Lance obediently got into position.
"Look at him," Heather snapped. "Sticking out his butt like a slut in heat."
"He is a little slut, isn't he?" Nancy said, admiring his muscled bottom, exposed and vulnerable.
"A slut for cock, right, faggot?" his wife sneered.
Nancy walked around to face him.
"Is that true, Lance? Are you a slut for this cock?" Nancy asked, lewdly stroking it in front of his face.
"Uh ... yeah," Lance mumbled.
"Yeah what, Lance?" Nancy asked teasingly.
"I'm a slut, a slut for cock," Lance said, actually mouthing those taboo words.
"Whose cock, Lance?" Nancy teased.
"Yours, your cock, Troy," he answered.
"And just where would you like that cock of mine now?" she asked, continuing the tease while I videotaped the sexy drama.
"Up my ass," he said, looking straight up at Nancy.
"That's right, up his queer ass!" Heather interjected.
"Heather?" Nancy said, turning to her now. "Do you think you could get your husband's ass ready for my cock now?"
"Sure, I'd love to!" Heather said with pure delight.
"How about you start by licking it a little first," Nancy said, as Heather got right behind her husband and happily buried her tongue in his crack, slurping away loudly.
"That's it, get that ass ready for me," Nancy said, standing there watching, stroking her cock. The way she was handling it you'd think it really was her cock and she could feel the sweet ache of its aroused hardness. As much as possible, Nancy had transformed herself into a horny young dude about to fuck another one up the ass.
Heather pulled back to take a breath, holding open her husband's buns so we could see his hole, slickened with her saliva.
"Shall we lube him up a bit more?" Nancy asked, knowing this should be Heather's choice.
"Nah, I work on him down there with toys on a regular basis. The slut's ready for you; some of my spit down there's enough for him. We want to him to feel it, don't we?"
"Good then," Nancy said, getting up on the bed and kneeling right behind Lance. Then she worked the tip of her big leather cock right up against his slickened asshole.
Heather looked on mesmerized as I moved in for a close-up, Nancy, seeing me poke my video camera down there, was good enough to hold Lance's buttocks open as she guided the tip of her leather cock, making sure I'd get everything on tape.
And then, as I watched through the video viewfinder, she slammed that cock up his ass in one smooth, relentless plunge.
"Ahhhhh!" he gasped as she forced it inside him. And then immediately he began to buck his bottom wildly against her insistent thrusts.
"Didn't I tell you?" Heather said, idly fingering her own pussy. "Didn't I tell you he was a slut?"
"Uh huh! You're a hot little slut-faggot, aren't you, Lance?" Nancy now teased. "You love having a dude like me busting open your bottom."
"He loves it!" Nancy shouted. He was fisting himself like crazy as Nancy sodomized him, but being the good whore she was, Nancy now pushed his hand away, replacing it with her own, stroking his cock while she fucked his ass.
"Look at you, you're so nice and hard. Maybe you should plant that hard dick of yours somewhere?" Nancy said, giving Heather a meaningful look.
When Heather first discussed doing this scene with me, she said she wanted it to end up with her husband fucking her while he himself was being fucked. I had told Nancy this is how they wished it to unfold, and now Nancy was giving Heather her cue.
And Heather took that cue, flinging herself back down on the bed, with her legs spread wide. Without pulling out of him, Nancy helped Lance move his body and wedge it between his wife's thighs as Heather reached down to work her husband's cock inside her. Now, as Lance began to fuck his wife, Nancy never let up for a moment fucking his ass. And the first thing Heather did once she had Lance inside her was to reach around and hold open his buns, probing up with her fingertips to feel Nancy's smooth leather cock entering her husband's rectum. And I was getting every little bit of this depraved spectacle down on videotape!
His wife's voluptuous body underneath him, Nancy's slim boyish body behind him, Lance was in heaven, in his own mind a bisexual heaven he'd never dare try with a flesh-and-blood male.
"Uhhhhh!" he suddenly grunted, and I knew he had just emptied his load in his wife's cunt, helped on by Nancy's vicious thrusts into his helpless bottom.
Soon Nancy pulled out of him and joined me. Having climaxed, we figured we'd give husband and wife a little privacy to clean up and get dressed, so we left the room.
A few minutes later Heather and Lance emerged, fully dressed, and looking like they didn't have a care in the world.
I gave them the camcorder and they promised to make a copy for Nancy, who was thrilled to hear they would do this for her. I was dying to see the video myself.
"And how about a copy for me?" I reminded them. "After all I was the filmmaker here, the director."
We then went back into the bedroom and saw that in addition to the agreed upon payment they had already made, there was a $100 tip for Nancy.
"That was fun!" Nancy said, grabbing the C-note.
"You sure looked like you were having fun. The whole thing made me horny too. And with having to work the video and all, I couldn't even drop a hand between my legs to relieve the itch."
"How about we relieve it now?" Nancy said boldly, standing there still in her T-shirt and crew socks, her cock sticking out.
"With that, you mean?" I said, pointing to it.
"No, not this one. This one's been in too many funky places," she said as she opened a drawer and reached in.
She pulled out another leather dildo, a big brother to the one she had just been using, about an inch longer and little bit thicker.
"Mmmmmm, I like that one," I said, as she removed the other one from the harness, and replaced it with the new one.
"Well, if you like it so much, why don't you suck it!" she urged as I happily dropped to my knees.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Last week a trick called and said he had a fantasy he wanted to ask me about. He hoped I wouldn't hang up on him, and I told him to just go right ahead and tell me what he had on his mind. I was used to all sorts of things. Well, this trick confessed that he had a thing for his college age daughter, especially whenever he saw her in her cheerleading outfit. He confessed that to see her like that turned him on like nothing else did.
He said he had recently divorced his wife, and now was thinking about his daughter sexually all the time. He was jerking off at night to fantasies of fucking her. Tom said he knew that was unhealthy, but he couldn't help himself. And of course, he'd never really try to make it with his own flesh and blood. That was incest, and incest was totally taboo for him. But he was filled with guilt all the same, fired up with taboo desire. Of course us whores know all about that sort of guilt and those kinds of taboos.
So he inquired if any of my girls might look a little like his daughter, and if he could possibly get one of them to put on a cheerleading outfit just like hers. Then he could pretend that he was making it with his own daughter. As he described her, I realized that I fit his description better than any of the other girls. And even though I'm in my mid-twenties, when I so desire, I can very easily pass as a nineteen-year-old, which was his daughter's age.
So I told him that it sounded like fun. Thrilled, he said he'd have the cheerleading outfit delivered to me, and that night he'd come by for a date.
Tom was a nice-looking man in his forties, but he was very awkward when he came in, obviously feeling that all this was outrageously kinky, having me pretend to be his daughter. And of course when he got there, I was already done up in a cheerleading outfit, and his eyes almost popped when he caught sight of me.
"Relax, Daddy," I said, urging him to sit down on the bed.
I sat next to him and held his hand.
"Mom's going to miss having a stud like you around, Dad," I said. "I remember how at night I used to listen so intently as she howled and groaned for hours while you fucked her. And the way those mattress springs creaked. Wow! It made me horny to hear that. Hearing how good you were making Mom feel."
Of course I had no idea how he really made Mom feel, but I thought I'd play up to the male ego here, a whore's number one priority.
He looked at me, blushing.
"Look at you, Dad, you're blushing. You look so cute all red like that," I said, sliding closer to him, and leaning over to give him a little peck on the cheek.
"You know, Dad, I've got a confession to make," I said. "I've always wanted to take a look at what Mom was able to see and have for her very own every night."
Slowly I slid my hand up his thigh and let it rest right on his crotch, detecting some swelling there. "Do you think I could? Would you mind very much, Dad? Would you mind if I just took a little look?"
He said nothing. But I knew this was the way to go with him, to seduce him. So I unzipped his pants and dug my hand inside his shorts, reaching in for it. And I was in for a surprise. For 'my dad', it turned out, had a nice big cock!
"Wow, Dad!" I said. "Why would Mom ever let you go when you had something like that down there?"
I stroked his fat cock slowly and sensually.
"Jeez, Dad, I'm actually holding your cock in my hand, isn't that far out? My own daddy's cock!"
I stood up now, taking his hand and placing it on his own penis.
"Here, you hold it now, Dad," I said.
For a year in high school I had been a cheerleader, and I still remembered some of the moves. So now dressed in what I assumed was like one of his daughter's outfits, I did a little routine for him as he fisted himself, staring at me with unblinking eyes, eyes blazing with lust by then.
"Sis Boom Bah, Dad! Sis Boom Bah!" I said, lewdly lifting up my pleated skirt and flashing my panties.
He had given me the cheerleader's skirt and letter sweater, but I had put my own panties on underneath that skirt. And they were not the sort of undies you'd expect a cheerleader to wear and flash at the fans. This was a pair of very sexy and bright red, satin bikinis. More like the kind of undies a whore would wear, rather than a cheerleader.
Then I straddled him, rubbing the crotch of my panties against his boner.
"Aren't I being naughty, Dad?" I squealed. "Your cock is right up against my pussy."
Now I lifted the letter sweater to reveal my tits, holding a breast to his face and shoving a nipple in his mouth.
"Suck my titty, Dad, suck it while I dry-hump you."
He closed his eyes, an ecstatic look on his face as he sucked my nipple voraciously. I wasn't used to teasing tricks by dry humping them like this, so it was sort of fun.
Then I got up off him and dropped to my knees.
"Can I lick it now, Daddy? Can I suck it?" I said, taking it in my hand again and lewdly stroking the shaft. "Tell me what to do ... please!"
"Yes, suck my cock, Susie, suck your Daddy's cock!" he hissed, a fierce, forbidden passion in his voice.
I ran my tongue all over the surface of his cock, licking it slowly before I finally stretched my lips over the thick girth of his cockhead and began to suck it. I glanced up to see him looking at my head bobbing up and down as I sucked his cock.
Suddenly I flung myself backwards on the bed, spreading my legs wide.
"You do me now, Dad, okay? Lick my pussy."
He dug right in, devouring me with a raw passion. I like to think that he would have enjoyed eating my pussy anyway. But I knew the fantasy that this was his own daughter he was going down on made it all so much more exciting for him.
"Do I taste as good as Mom?" I meowed.
"Hell, baby," he said, looking up. "She tasted like mackerel. You taste like honey."
"Thanks, Dad," I meowed in a sing-song voice. "I'm glad you like the way my pussy tastes. And I also hope you like the way it feels when you stick your cock inside it."
I tugged at him now, getting him on the bed with me as I tore off his shirt and his pants. Then I pushed him down, straddling him again, getting on top.
"Oh, Dad, this is so taboo, what we're doing," I said. "But isn't it fun!"
I had removed my panties but otherwise I was still dressed in my cheerleader's outfit, only lifting up the sweater again so that my tits were exposed. I knew he liked the fantasy of not only fucking his daughter, but fucking his college cheerleader daughter.
I worked his cock into my pussy and then bore down, taking that nice, thick shaft of his deep inside me.
"Oh wow! Imagine if Mom could see us now, Dad," I said. "Wouldn't that be something?"
"It sure as shit would," he said, with a hard smile. "It sure as shit would."
Obviously he didn't have the best memories of his ex.
I swayed my tits in his face as he reached out with his tongue to lick and suck the nipples.
"Oh yeah, fuck me, Dad. Fuck the daylights out of me!" I panted as he pumped it up into me. If he ever did manage to fuck the real Susie, she'd discover that her Dad was a pretty good fuck.
"Say Dad?" I said, bringing my lips down to his ear, whispering. "How'd you like to fuck me in the ass too?"
I don't know if he paid any heed to the mention of 'Grecian' in our ad, but I thought I'd offer him the specialty of the house anyway.
He looked up a little astounded. He had probably run this fantasy through his mind a million times, having sex with his daughter. But, even in his fantasies, maybe he never imagined that he might actually get to sodomize his little Susie.
"In the ass?" he said, sounding a little stunned.
"Yeah," I repeated. "In the ass. Right up my tight little asshole, your little daughter's tight bunghole."
I took one of his fingers in my mouth, making it wet. Then I brought it back between my buns, right up against my asshole.
"Stick it in, Dad," I told him. "Finger-fuck my butt while you screw my cunt."
He seemed to love digging his finger up my butt, and I pushed down against that probing finger of his, urging him on.
"How about it?" I said. "Are you gonna fuck my ass too?"
"Sure, Susie," he said, almost smirking. "I'll fuck your hot little cheerleader's ass."
I reached over in a drawer and took out some lubricant, bringing the tube back between my cheeks and squeezing some out.
"Rub it in, Dad," I told him as he happily greased me up in preparation.
Then I lifted myself off him, took hold of his cock, and wedged it against my sphincter, bearing down on it, as I impaled my ass on it.
The trick had a glazed look in his eyes now that he found himself buried deep inside my ass, like he couldn't believe this was really happening to him.
"Oh, Daddy, this is so intimate, what you're doing to me. When I was a baby you used to wipe me off down there. Now you're fucking me! Gee, Daddy, incest sure is fun!"
I thought I might as well pack some kinky ammo into the fantasy.
"Did Mom let you fuck her up the ass?" I asked him as I massaged his shaft with my rectal muscles.
He laughed.
"Are you kidding! Your mother wasn't exactly what you'd call open-minded when it came to sex," he admitted. I expected to hear that. Most tricks have been dissatisfied with one or another aspect of their sex lives.
"Well I'm open-minded, aren't I, Dad? Letting you fuck me like this up the butt," I whispered sexily.
"You sure are, honey," he said, driving his thick pole up my butt with hard, insistent upward strokes.
"Cum, Daddy, cum inside my ass," I said, squeezing him with my muscles in a way I knew would bring him over the edge. And when he suddenly grunted, closing his eyes and grimacing, I knew he was spilling his spunk into his 'daughter's' hot bottom.
After we cleaned up, I put the cheerleader outfit back on, and wore that as I walked him to the door. He told me to hang on to the outfit, because this was a fantasy he wished to act out over and over again. His daughter was probably no longer a cheerleader and that's why he had access to her outfit. Unless he managed to get another one just for me.
"That was fun, Dad, let's do it again."
Since we advertised our establishment as a "house of Grecian pleasures" we naturally got more than our share of inquiries about backdoor sex. I'd say about half the tricks who called specifically inquired about anal sex. Of course once they came in for their sessions it was often another story. To fuck an ass you definitely need a stiff cock. A good whore is always able to work a semi-soft one or even a soft one into her pussy. And of course blow jobs are a whore's bread and butter partly because the oral option often becomes the only possible one. You'd be amazed how many tricks get too nervous with a whore to get it hard. We're used to it, and most whores even like it, since there's nothing easier and quicker than sucking off a dude.
So even though we all offered up our assholes, maybe only a quarter of the tricks were really able to take advantage. And of those at least half unloaded in less than a minute. Either they were so nervously excited, or the asshole they were pumping with their anxious dicks felt so nice and tight that they couldn't hold back. And then there were the dudes who really were true sodomists. They loved fucking an ass and knew how to go about it. Many of these men were real good lovers who couldn't get that kind of sex from their wives or girlfriends.
Since most of my girls were into greek-style sex we welcomed the tricks who relished fucking a whore's bottom and knew how to go about it. And of all of these dudes, one, a guy named Brent, really stood out. Brent's father was one of the biggest land developers in Nevada, and Brent lived off a very generous trust fund. Obviously he liked spending a substantial part of that trust fund on whores. And the girls were very pleased that Brent took a liking to our particular house, since from the first week we opened for business he had become a regular. He was a good-looking dude and all the girls came to appreciate Brent.
At first he'd do his sessions with me alone, the focus always on greek. I don't think I ever met a guy who was quite as ass-crazy as Brent. As far as he was concerned I might not even have had a pussy or a mouth; all he cared about was my ass. And that was fine with me because he was a great ass-fucker. He had a hard, nicely-shaped dick and he knew just how to work it around inside a girl's behind. Brent would always give me a really solid workout before he blasted his load in my bottom.
Then he wanted to start doing two-girl sessions, with me and one of my girls. He'd have us down next to each other on our elbows and knees and he'd go back and forth between us, fucking one up the ass, then pulling out and fucking the other before returning to the first. He couldn't get enough of our butts. All the girls loved him, not just because he was cute and a skillful, considerate lay, but because he was one hell of a tipper too.
One day Nikki and I were doubling up on Brent. He had just taken his good sweet time fucking us both up the ass in turn. He had tipped us very generously, so we sponged him down in the Jacuzzi and then decided to give him a massage together. Nikki loved tending to men like that; it was the healer in her.
We had Brent over on his stomach now and were staring down at his butt, appreciating what a gorgeous ass he had. When he came over for sessions he couldn't wait to get to our asses, having us strip and turn around the second he got into a room with us, then devouring us down there before really fucking the daylights out of our two butts. So we never really got to appreciate his bottom. Now we got that chance.
Obviously, Brent liked to sunbathe in the nude, for his buns were a deep golden color. And perfectly smooth and hard. Nikki and I looked at each other and shared an appreciative smile. Even though we could be cynical whores sometimes, staring at this great set of male buns was making us both cream all over again!
"Nice butt!" I said.
"I'll say!" Nikki added enthusiastically as she poured oil over it and began to massage Brent's hard buttocks, now glistening from the thin film of massage oil covering them.
"Mmmmm! That feels real good," he sighed, even swaying his buns a little to show us how much he appreciated the attention we were giving him.
Just as he took turns fucking our butts, so now we took turns massaging his. Soon we were focusing on that deep, dark crease between his buns. Nikki worked her thumbs closer and closer to his crack as she massaged his buttocks.
She looked over at me and licked her lips, spreading open his buns as we both peered into his crack, wanting to see what he kept hidden between those buns. And there was his crinkled asshole staring us in the face. It sat in the middle of his hairless crack like some little jewel!
"Ooooooh, look at the nice little hole," Nikki squealed.
"Looks so appealing," I added.
"See, Brent," Nikki said. "We like your little butthole just the way you like ours."
Me and my girls would often rim and finger a trick's butt. A lot of tricks enjoy that. But with Brent's insistent focus on our behinds, none of us had ever had a chance to get to his.
Nikki winked at me, lewdly darting out her tongue.
"Hope you like this, Brent," she said, lowering her face as I held him open down there. And then her tongue was in his ass, slurping away, really making a meal of him.
"Bet that's tasty," I teased.
"Have a little taste and see for yourself," Nikki said, pulling back, as I drove my tongue into his crack now.
He was sighing softly, obviously loving all the attention.
Now just because a guy is obsessed with girls' butt holes doesn't mean he wants anyone poking around in his. And that, I feared, might have been Brent's attitude. But I was proven wrong.
I pulled my tongue back now and we gazed at his asshole, slickened with our saliva.
"Maybe you'll like this too," Nikki said, sliding a finger right up his ass. "Oh man, you're tight," Nikki said, digging in.
"That's because he doesn't have foxy bitches like us poking around in him down there," I said.
"But he sure seems to like it," Nikki said. "Just look at him shake that butt of his."
It's true. As Nikki was fingering him, he actually arched his bottom, urging on the digital penetration. Some men get instantly uptight when you play with their butts, worried that if they act like they like it, you'll think they're fags or something. Not Brent.
"How about a feel now?" Nikki said to me, as I replaced her finger with one of my own. I fondled him sensually, twisting my finger around in his rectum until I found that spot men liked so much. Then I began giving him a prostate massage.
"You like that, Brent?" Nikki asked. "Doesn't it feel great?"
"Mmm-Mmmmm," he purred, like a big, contented male cat.
Meanwhile Nikki reached under his balls and groped for his cock.
"Shit, he's hard again," she said. Brent had just spent an hour fucking our butts with a dick that had been as hard as a length of steel tubing. Now the virile stud was rigid again!
"Guess we'll let to have him fuck our butts some more," I said.
"Guess we will," Nikki said, scampering up on elbows and knees again and presenting her bottom to Brent. Brent was like an animal in heat. The second the female of the species presented her vulnerable bottom to him, he had to have it. So now he was behind Nikki once more, plunging right inside. Except this time rather than getting right next to Nikki, and have him do us side by side, which was the usual trip, I remained right behind him, fingering and licking his butt while he fucked Nikki's. Mine, if I dare admit it, was actually a little sore from Brent's relentless earlier hammering.
The next time Brent came in for a session, it was Mocha who joined me with him. She had heard all about how Nikki and I had tended to his ass, and really perked up hearing that. Mocha is one who likes to have her way with a trick's bottom if she can.
Again, Brent had taken his sweet time fucking both me and Mocha up the ass and now, as with Nikki, Mocha and I had turned him over and were teaming up to give his butt a nice massage.
"Say Brent?" Mocha said. "I heard you really loved it when Nikki and Bunny licked your asshole and slid their fingers inside you. They said you were real sensitive down between those cute buns of yours, that right, dude?"
"Yeah," he admitted as we tenderized his bottom.
"So how about now seeing what it's like to actually get fucked back there? You do it to us all the time, and you love it. Hell, what's good for the goose is good for the gander, ain't that so? So how about you try it like that? Try taking it nice and thick and hard all the way inside?"
"Whoa, wait a minute," Brent said, turning to look at us.
"C'mon, Brent!" I urged now along with Mocha. "We'd really like to do you like that way! Can we? Please! You fuck us up the ass all the time! Now we want to show you what it's like; we want to fuck your horny ass too. Can't we? Please?"
"I don't know about that," Brent said, reluctant.
"Aw shit, be a sport, will you," Mocha urged, "you'll love it. And we'd love doing it to you."
Looking back at us again, Brent sighed, smiling.
"What the fuck," he said, relenting. "Let's give it a try."
Mocha and I looked at each other, winking. Mocha just loves her dildos, and fucking guys in the butt with them is one of her very favorite things. I get a kick out of that too.
So now Mocha went into the supply closet to get some toys.
"Okay Brent, now be a good boy and get up on your elbows and knees. And stick out that cute butt of yours," Mocha told him.
We watched him turn over and show off his butt for us. "Mmmmm! He looks so good like that." Mocha meowed, looking at me. "Good enough to eat. Care to, Bunny? Or should I dig in first?"
"Go ahead, I've already had a taste of that morsel," I said, thinking back to the last session with Nikki.
So now Mocha spread Brent's buns and worked her tongue into his crack, giving him a nice, slow rim job, licking every nook and cranny of his tight, puckered asshole.
"Lick it, you whore!" I said, getting excited, and pushing Mocha's face into his crack as she continued to devour him.
"Now here's something else for you," Mocha said, sliding her thumb up his asshole, already moistened with her saliva.
"He's a little dry," Mocha said, reaching for the tube of lubricant she had brought out along with the toys. Mocha, for some reason, just loves the act of greasing up an asshole, male or female, and including her own.
She slapped a big dab of that lube into his crack and rubbed it around, then held him wide open for me as I now slid two fingers inside his slippery anal passage and into his rectum. The rubber band-like muscle of his dilated anus gripped my fingers tightly. But I wouldn't let that sphincter stop my inward passage as I now slid three fingers all the way to the base and deep into his ass. Once inside, I twisted and churned them, massaging his sensitive rectal membranes and stimulating his aroused prostate as he swooned in pleasure.
Finally I pulled my fingers out as Mocha picked up a vibrator.
"Okay, stud. Get ready for this."
After all my fingering, the vibrator went in smoothly. He purred like a cat as he felt the vibrations inside.
"Shit, look how much he likes it," Mocha said to me as Brent rocked his bottom against her hand. "He really loves it in the ass. I wonder how come he never made it with a guy? How come, Brent? How come you never made it with a guy?"
"C'mon, you two," he protested, turning his head back as Mocha reamed him. "You know, I'm straight!"
Though Mocha assumed that Brent in fact never made it with a man, once, after I had gotten to know Brent, I asked him whether he had ever had anal sex with a guy. I said that he seemed to love sex of the backdoor variety so much, that he must have tried it with a dude. And then he confessed that one time when he was in the Navy he and a mate tried it. His fucked his mate, but he said his mate couldn't get it hard enough to fuck him. He told me not to tell the other girls, but naturally I shared this confession with my bosom buddy Mocha. Who now pretended not to know all this.
"Yeah, that's what you say," Mocha said. "But you sure seem to like it up the ass like this."
"Yeah, but with chicks doing it to me. That's different."
"Maybe someday you'll try doing it with a dude," Mocha said, "Shit, that would be a trip to see. Watching a dude slide his thick, greased cock up your ass. Or you doing it to him."
Whenever Mocha got a chance she liked to tease tricks about being queers, or closet queers. Mocha had a dominant, nasty side to her with guys sometimes, and often she liked to treat them as though they were faggots and she was a guy. Plus, in much the way a lot of guys get all excited by babes getting it on with each other, Mocha trips on dudes making it.
"I think you're ready for something a little bigger now. And a little thicker," Mocha said.
She picked up one of the leather dildos, not too big, but, still, pretty substantial.
"We're gonna shove this inside you. All of it." Mocha said, waving the dildo in front of Brent's eyes, forcing him to gaze at the leather cock.
"Ready? Ready to take this up the ass, guy?" she asked, now handing the dildo to me.
"Hold him open, Mocha," I said.
There was the bull's-eye of his lubed anus staring us in the face. I pushed the slick knob of the dildo into his crack.
"Here goes, stud," I purred.
He winced as the knob penetrated him, but the knob was the thickest part, so after that was inside I knew it was going to be smooth sailing. Inch by inch, I worked the full length of the dildo all the way up inside his rectum.
"Oh wow!" Mocha enthused. "Look at him! He loves having all that hard dick up his ass."
Mocha went around so she could look Brent right in the face as I screwed him with the dildo.
"Now try to imagine it was a guy doing it to you, with a real cock," she teased. "A nice thick one. Picture yourself on your knees with a horny stud behind you. His dick is big and smooth and hard and he's working it into your crack. You feel him up against you, and you know that with the next thrust forward he's going to be inside you. Fucking you up the ass!"
Mocha was actually turning me on talking like that. The few times I've had the opportunity, I've really liked watching guys make it with each other. Now Mocha reached down to grab hold of Brent's cock, big and erect again.
"Yeah! Some hung stud with a rock-hard dick pumping his beef up your butt," Mocha said, continuing her arousing tease. "And then you'd get your turn, Brent. Forcing that thick, rough shaft of yours up the stud's tight asshole and fucking the shit out of him. Just the way you fuck the shit out of us. Uh huh!"
Now Mocha put on one of the strap-ons, and knelt in front of Brent's face.
"Suck my dick!" she demanded. "Suck it while my girlfriend screws your sorry ass with hers!"
This was Mocha's style! With a lot of passive tricks, she'd get away with it. But Brent was a real sexually aggressive stud, so it was doubly exciting to see him succumb to Mocha's demands and wolf down her cock.
"That's it. You love it," she said. "You love the taste of cock."
Now I pulled out the dildo and Mocha got behind Brent in my place, driving her strap-on right up his ass as she held on to his hips.
"Oh yeah, I'm a horny stud with a big hard dick," she growled. "And you love turning over and giving me your pussy ass to fuck, don't you, Brent?"
"Yeah, yeah, I love it," he whispered huskily, really getting into it now.
Mocha smiled, radiant with triumph. Getting ass-fucked herself all the time, she loves turning a guy around, forcing him to admit that he enjoys it, enjoys taking a thick one up his own butt.
And so again, rather than doing the usual, offering our butts to Brent again for another round, I got beneath him and took his cock in my mouth. And sucked him off as I stared at the nasty spectacle, inches from eyes now, of Mocha plowing her cock right up his male ass!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Our cozy little brothel had been operating for six months now with great success, and Mocha and I decided to throw a little party just for us girls. So one night we didn't take calls or set up sessions, but instead got ourselves a few bottles of champagne to celebrate.
We had all the girls over-Nancy and Darlene and Julie and Nikki and Trish, and a girl who had just started the previous week, Linda, a school chum of Nancy's from back in Kansas. She had come out to Vegas to visit her best friend and when she saw how much Nancy was enjoying the hustling life, and how much money she was making, Linda decided to stay and try it too.
And of course I invited Karen over. After all, she was the one who'd made all this possible, and the girls all knew it. So she was sort of our guest of honor.
We had been sipping a lot of bubbly and were talking about some of our most and least favorite tricks, when Karen suggested that we all view the video I had made of Nancy playing stud to that couple Karen had steered to us.
"C'mon, let's watch you put those two through the paces," Karen said to Nancy.
"Oh yeah, sure!" Nancy said, plainly willing, even a little eager to have all the girls watch her moves. Previously only Nancy, Mocha and I had watched the tape.
"Cool!" her friend Linda said. "We're going to get to watch you do the nasty."
"Uh huh!" Nikki urged. "I heard all about that scene."
"Okay, you guys," I said, unlocking the cabinet where I kept a copy of the video, along with a few other very special tapes I sometimes let tricks watch in sessions with me.
"Here it is," I said, sliding it into the VCR.
Pretty soon all eyes were riveted on the TV screen.
"Nice cock!" Darlene said as Nancy first appeared on screen wearing her big leather strap-on.
"Sure is," Julie added. "I could use a hunk of that tonight myself, I'm so horny!"
"Well, maybe if you're good I'll do you later. Julie," Nancy said, giving her a meaningful look. Though Nancy still had her crush on me and Mocha, Julie had developed quite an obsession with Nancy and we all knew the two of them were making it together, and teaming up for three-way sessions.
"God, you look just like a guy," Trish marveled.
"Shit! I felt just like one too," Nancy confessed.
We all watched, spellbound, as the video played. Having taped it, I could anticipate each scene.
"Oh man! Look at them eat you up!" Linda said as Lance and Heather were now down on their knees gobbling up Nancy's cock.
"Troy's really hung, isn't 'he'?" Mocha said.
"That's what I called myself-Troy-for this scene," Nancy explained.
"Wow, look at 'em go!" Trish said, as the action zoomed in on husband and wife gobbling up a well-hung Troy.
Everyone watched, silent and mesmerized, as the action continued. Now we were at the part where Nancy slid between Heather's meaty thighs and started fucking the shit out of her.
Then we heard 'Troy' tell Lance to get behind 'him' and help out with his tongue. Again, I had moved up for a close-up here, and now we were all watching Lance lap away at Nancy's leather balls.
"Look at the faggot go!" Linda hissed as she watched Lance lick her chum's balls. And then we watched Nancy pull aside and tuck in her strap, asking Lance to service her asshole with his tongue.
"You just love that-a tongue back there, don't you?" Julie said, turning to Nancy. And I smiled to myself, imagining how happily Julie probably lapped away at Nancy's butt, showing the same eagerness Nancy showed lapping away at mine!
Now we heard Nancy and Heather tell Lance to get up on his elbows and knees.
"Here comes the good part," Mocha cackled.
"Oh my God!" Linda gasped as she now watched her fellow Kansan get behind Lance and shove her big leather cock all the way up his ass. Linda, I had heard, was as much of an addict for anal sex as was her friend, Nancy. That's one more reason she had decided to join our little team.
Through all of this, Karen just stared at the TV screen.
She had helped her friend Heather set up this whole scene, and now she was watching the fruits of her efforts.
"What do you think?" I asked, turning to Karen.
"This is so fuckin' kinky!" Karen said. Hard ass-fucking had never been her thing quite as much as it was for me and the girls in my stable.
"No, what do you think of the camera work?" I asked.
"It's great," Karen said, staring numbly now at the finale, with Lance fucking his wife while, Nancy, behind him, was driving her dick relentlessly up his helpless bottom.
Finally the tape came to an end and everyone clapped and cheered, looking over at Nancy, who actually took a little bow.
Suddenly Trish, who was sitting on a couch opposite Karen, pointed between Karen's legs.
"Shit, will you look at that!" Trish said, drawing everyone's attention. "She got so turned on watching it, she creamed right through her jeans."
Along with everyone else I gazed between Karen's legs to see that, indeed, there was a wet spot right over her pussy. Karen looked down herself, seeing the clear sign of her arousal, and actually blushed a deep pink when she saw how she had 'wet herself."
Now I knew what that was all about, because I had always been another really wet one, creaming intensely whenever I got sexually excited. Back in college, when I was always horny, I sometimes had to change my panties two or three times a day, I'd get so wet and sticky down there. All I had to do then was to just start thinking about sex and right away I'd get moist between my legs.
And I knew, from the past, that Karen responded to sexual stimulation in the same fashion.
"Oh god!" Karen said, a little stunned by this highly visible disclosure of her arousal. She quickly clamped shut her legs, but the stain had spread far enough that it was still visible in the crotch of her jeans, even with her legs together.
"Damn, you must really have gotten wet down there for it to cream right through your jeans," Nikki said.
"Yeah, I'll bet that pussy of yours is just soaked" Julie said, winking sassily at Karen.
Karen was a seasoned whore, a stripper, and, in general, a pretty brazen sort. I don't think I had ever seen her actually blush and seem embarrassed, as she was now.
"Well, what you have to understand, girls," I said, "is that Karen's new husband is somewhat on the small size, and so when she sees a dick like the one Nancy's got she probably fantasizes having it for herself."
Karen had, in fact, confessed to me that her new husband was very modestly endowed, and not all that much fun in the sack. This was the trade-off she was willing to pay to get the wealth, power and security that came with marriage to a man like that.
"True enough," Karen confessed, easing up now and turning to Nancy. "Seeing a stud like you with your big dick-even if it isn't a real one-doing some hard, nasty fucking like that, definitely did press my button."
Everyone picked up on this and looked over at Nancy.
"Well Karen, maybe you'd like some of 'Troy' for yourself," I said, winking at Nancy.
"Who knows, maybe I would," Karen said, looking straight at Nancy now with a knowing gaze.
"How about you, Nancy? Care to show Karen what a stud you are?" I said. "After all, we all owe Karen a great deal. The least we can do is see to it that she gets some of what she isn't getting at home."
I had been telling Karen all about Nancy since I got to Las Vegas, and Karen had always seemed very curious to hear about her. So I had guessed that Karen probably wouldn't mind, at some point, getting a little down-and-dirty with Nancy.
Everyone hooted and cheered and Karen now completely relaxed, separating her legs again.
"Say, Karen," Mocha said. "How about taking off those jeans and showing us just how wet you got down there."
Karen smiled, relaxing as she unbuckled her belt and pulled down her zipper.
"You want to see, girls?" she teased.
"Yeah! Show us!" Nikki and Julie yelled in unison.
Quick as a wink Karen tore off her jeans. She was wearing a pair of turquoise-colored bikini panties and the crotch of those panties, as we could all plainly see now, was completely soaked. And Karen's thighs just below the panty line were likewise slick.
"Look at that!" Linda said, staring at the soaked crotch.
"Okay," Nancy said. "Now take off those panties and show me that wet pussy you want me to fuck with my big dick."
I loved it! I loved the way Nancy always got it just right. Karen pulled off her panties and threw them at me. I caught the wet pair of underwear and brought it up to my face.
"Mmmmm, nice and wet ... and smells so sweet too," I said, passing the panties to Nikki, who now took a sniff before passing them on.
Karen, naked below the waist, flexed and spread her legs.
"Here it is, you whores," she said. "Take a good look and enjoy the view!"
There it was visible to us in all its splendor, Karen's drenched pussy. Of course this was no surprise to me. Having made it with her many times, I knew just how wet she could get. Whenever we started making out together, sliding hands between each other's legs, we'd sort of
'compete' as to who sounded 'squishier' as eager fingers dug into wet flesh.
"Oh fuck, just look at that!" Linda said to Nancy, who was eagerly eyeballing the moist prize with anticipation.
"So where's that big cock of yours?" Karen asked, turning to Nancy and spreading her legs wide.
"I'll go get it," Nancy said, almost trembling with excitement as she rushed to the room where we kept our toys.
"Oh God, I just have to have a taste first!" Nikki said pleadingly, dropping to her knees in front of Karen. Nikki was a secret dyke, I thought, and definitely preferred women to men.
The few times we had female tricks inquiring about our services, Nikki always jumped at the opportunity, begging to be able to be the one to do them. As I've said, Nikki was a natural healer and I think what she really enjoyed most of all about working in a house full of whores was getting to slide those nozzles inside us and giving us her patented douches and enemas. If there's one thing Nikki loved, it was a female orifice!
"Sure, dig in and enjoy," Karen said, opening up further.
Nikki was down on her knees before Karen's open legs, slurping away loudly at the wet feast, when Nancy walked in dressed just like she had been with that couple, wearing her strap-on, her T-shirt and crew socks, again looking like a well hung and very horny young dude.
"Oh man, look at that!" Karen gasped as Nancy know knelt on the couch next to Karen and fed Karen her cock as Nikki continued the cunt-feast down below.
Now Julie, who had a little thing going with Nancy, felt she had to join the party too if her friend was going to start feeding someone 'her' cock. So she sat down right next to Karen and unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her big tits. And then she began to suck excitedly on the nipple of one of those tits. With Nancy being as flat chested as she was, these big stripper jugs of Karen's were probably quite a treat for Julie.
"Shit! This is too much!" Darlene said, reaching under her skirt to pull off her panties. Then she fell back on the couch, hoisted up her skirt, spread apart her legs and started fingering her pussy as she watched Nancy and Nikki and Julie team up on Karen.
"Damn! What are we waiting for?" I said to Mocha and Trish and Linda as the four of us now pulled down jeans or skirts and panties, taking our cues from Darlene. Drinking all that high quality champagne and then watching the video had obviously heated up our little party. We were all horny now. As I said, I only wanted to have girls working for me who were into sex and had powerful libidos. From my own experience I knew that many whores really loathed sex, even masturbating, and were sort of anaesthetized down there, especially the druggies. I sure didn't want a whore like that working for me! I wanted my girls to have nice, healthy, intact sex-drives.
"Can I have some too?" Julie implored as she watched Karen suck Nancy's 'cock.' Of course Julie could have her fill of Nancy's 'cock.' whenever she wanted, but greedy for Nancy as she was, she didn't exactly relish someone else having a piece of Nancy while she wasn't getting any herself.
"Sure, have a taste," Karen said, pulling her lips away as Julie gobbled up Nancy's cock.
"Aw Julie," Trish said as it seemed Julie wouldn't let go. "You suck that cock of Nancy's all the time, let Karen have it back now."
"Yeah, let me have it," Karen said, looking boldly into Nancy's eyes and pushing Nikki's face away from between her legs.
Now Nikki and Julie got on either side of Karen, each grabbing hold of an ankle and flexing Karen's legs way back as Nancy got between them and guided her thick leather strap-on cock into Karen's dripping snatch. Nikki's face was so wet from having been buried in Karen's puss that it glistened.
"That's it, fuck me! Fuck the shit out of me!" Karen growled as she held on to Nancy's trim buttocks. Watching Nancy fuck another woman, Julie now just had to have some of Nancy for herself again. So she dropped back behind Nancy and, just as Lance had done in the video, Nancy reached back to pull aside the dildo strap, giving Julie easy tongue access to her crack.
"Look at her go," Darlene said. "Julie just loves the taste of Nancy's ass, doesn't she?"
Now the five us stared straight ahead and casually strummed our clits as we watched the four-way centering on Karen unfold.
"You going to fuck my ass too?" Karen asked, knowing that was the highlight of the scene with the couple, and the specialty over here in our house.
"Sure am," Nancy said, temporarily pulling out.
"Here, Nikki," I said, tossing Nikki a tube of lubricating jelly. If anyone here were to prep a tight orifice for a solid fuck, it should be Nikki.
Nancy pulled away from Karen to give Nikki access. After briefly rimming Karen's asshole with her tongue, Nikki squeezed some jelly into her crack and spread it around, then worked it up into her anal passage with her skilled fingers.
"She's all yours now," Nikki said to Nancy. Karen remained on her back, rather than getting up on her elbows and knees, as Julie slid a cushion under her buns to raise her butt and make it nice and accessible to Nancy.
"Uh huh! Fuck that ass!" Mocha hissed as Nancy got in position.
"As you're so well aware, Karen, it's the specialty of the house," I said, thinking back to how it was Karen herself who suggested that I make greek the focus here.
Now Nancy carefully positioned her leather cock down there and slowly slid it up Karen's butt.
"Oh shit, slam it up there!" Karen squealed as she felt her rectum get packed. "That husband of mine can't even get his cock hard enough to this to me."
"Damn, I don't know if I'd ever marry a dude who couldn't fuck my ass," Darlene said. Darlene, alone among us whores, had been married. She said her husband was a real jerk but that he was damn good in the sack, and would fuck her up the butt for hours on end. That's where she first developed a taste for it.
I figured that watching Karen get sodomized by Nancy, Darlene was probably thinking how nice it would be to have a stiff one up her butt too. To that end, I realized I had several more dildos in the other room and that maybe it was now time to go and fetch them.
"Here you are, girls," I said, returning with them. "Who feels like being a stud today?"
There were only three strap-on dildos. Mocha quickly grabbed one. As long as I've know her she's loved strapping one on. Trish grabbed a second. And Nikki rushed to get the third.
I watched the three of them strap them on and then strut their stuff, like three horny boys.
"Oh man, will somebody fuck me-please!" Julie begged, sitting down right next to Karen and spreading her legs.
Mocha quickly obliged, kneeling down right alongside Nancy and plunging her rubber cock up Julie's snatch. I knew Julie, and I figured she was probably feeling just a touch jealous. She was watching her girlfriend fuck another chick, so she figured she'd have Nancy watch her getting fucked by another 'guy.' For I also knew that in their relationship, Julie was definitely the 'bottom' to Nancy's 'top."
Linda and Darlene and me quickly stripped off the rest of our clothes and gathered around Nikki and Trish. Nikki, though not quite boy-like the way Nancy was, still was slim, narrow-hipped and fairly flat-chested. And she had short hair. So with a big dildo strapped on to her you could kind of squint your eyes and, as with Nancy, imagine that Nikki was a boy. Trish, however, was another story. Trish had long hair, a round ass and big tits. So, even with, a leather cock sticking up out of her belly, she was definitely very much a female.
Linda and Darlene didn't waste a moment tugging Trish to them and taking turns wrapping their lips around Trish's cock.
But Nikki was hesitant. She knew I was the madam of this house and, as such, her boss. So, naturally, she wondered whether she should really be approaching me now that she had a cock. Of course I had let her slide nozzles up my cunt and asshole many a time, but that was to service me. Now she was standing in front of me, wielding a big cock, and that was another story.
So I thought I'd give her the go-ahead.
"Come up here and let me suck your dick," I said, urging her to stick it up in my face.
I wrapped my lips around Nikki's cock and started sucking it as she looked down at me in wonder.
When Trish looked over and saw that I was devouring Nikki's dick she had to pull away from Linda and Darlene and come and feed me hers too. I knew that she, like Nikki, felt there was something thrilling about having their madam suck their 'cocks."
So now I went back and forth from Nikki's rubber cock to Trish's leather one, sucking them in turn. They acted as though they could actually feel my mouth giving them pleasure, pressing in on me, moaning and panting, trying to force both their dicks in my mouth at once as I did my best to swallow the fat knobs.
And Linda and Darlene, down on their knees now and looking over at me, suddenly found themselves with nothing to do.
So I wagged a finger and urged them to join me and my two 'studs."
"I'll take care of their cocks for the time being," I told Linda and Darlene, "But I think these two 'boys' would enjoy having you two sluts take care of their hot little butt holes." Suddenly Darlene was behind Nikki and Linda behind Trish, pulling aside the dildo harness straps, and digging their tongues into the two cracks, feeding on the anal treats. With greek being the specialty here, my girls were not only adept at taking it up the ass, but they were expected to service tricks' rear quarters orally as well.
"Hey, I'm a guy now!" Nikki said sharply, imitating Nancy's performance she had seen on the video. "So stick that tongue in my asshole, Darlene, will you?"
Darlene must've tried to reach her tongue into Nikki's pussy when Nikki had to remind her that, for now, Nikki was 'Nick' and she didn't have a pussy.
Now I suddenly fell back on the couch.
"So?" I said, "Which one of you is going to fuck me first?" Nikki smirked, spreading my legs and getting between them, slamming that big dick of hers into me and pumping away like the virile stud she was now imagining herself to be. Meanwhile, Trish stepped up to my face again and resumed feeding me her cock.
Linda and Darlene, still on their knees behind Nikki and Trish, continued lapping away at their asses.
"You like my buddy's big dick inside you?" Trish asked me.
"I love having a hung stud fuck me hard and deep," I said, knowing how much my girls, done up with strap-ons, now relished feeling and being thought of as 'studs.' After all, whores can become rather imaginative creatures.
Meanwhile, as I was getting steadily fucked, I looked over at the other couch.
Karen had changed positions and was now up on the couch on her knees, sticking out her pretty ass. Nancy had obviously gotten her fill of Karen's bottom, because now it was Mocha who was behind Karen, holding on to her hips and driving her cock deep into Karen's rectum as Karen howled like a banshee, screaming out her satisfaction. And Julie, down on her knees too next to Karen, was getting what she obviously wanted: her girlfriend Nancy's familiar strap-on forced up her butt. With my pussy stuffed with one cock and my mouth with another, I had this beautiful sight to look over at-Karen and Julie, sticking out their trim rumps, being fiercely sodomized by Mocha and Nancy.
"Hey, I want some pussy now," Trish whined after Nikki had fucked me for about twenty minutes. Nikki pulled away and Trish, rather than replacing Nikki, decided to sit on the couch right next to me.
"You want me to get on top?" I said, knowing that's just what she wanted.
"Uh ... yeah, let's do it that way," Trish said, still a feeling a little awkward telling her madam what to do.
I mounted Trish, impaling myself on her cock, enjoying every fat inch in my cunt. Now I got to suck Nikki's dick, all wet and creamy from just having probed my cunt.
Meanwhile I could see Linda disappearing out of sight behind me and the next thing I felt was her wet, slippery tongue digging into my asshole now.
"Uh huh! Lick it! Lick that ass!" Darlene urged Linda.
"Say, 'Nick'?" I said to Nikki. "Trish's big one feels great in my cunt, but now I could use yours in my butt. After all, I've got two big cocks on hand, and two hot holes, so shouldn't I be getting both of them stuffed?"
Nikki smiled lewdly, pulling away from my face and getting behind me. She was very familiar with my asshole, but now she was actually going to get to fuck it.
I felt her slapping some jelly in there and rubbing it around in that skillful manner of hers, the way she did when she prepped me for an enema nozzle. Nikki really did have a thing for sphincters; she should've been a proctologist!
And then I felt it, Nikki's cock making its way up my ass to join Irish's in my cunt.
"That's it! Fill my holes!" I urged them as, in tandem, they pumped it deep inside me without any mercy. Now I just got into it, closing my eyes and enjoying every exquisite sensation. Soon I climaxed. And then I climaxed again. After that second powerful orgasm I felt limp as a dishrag and needed a little rest so I pushed Nikki away, got up off Trish and collapsed down on the couch. They looked down at me, wondering what they should do with their cocks now.
"Hey?" I said suggestively. "Why don't you two 'guys' fuck each other?"
Nikki and Trish turned to one another and smiled, looking down at their respective stiff cocks, one glistening from having been buried in my wet pussy, the other slick from my lubed asshole.
"Uh huh!" Linda urged. "Let's see you two faggots make it."
Obviously she was thinking back to the video we had watched.
Now Nikki and Trish approached each other and kissed, each reaching down to stroke the other's cock.
"Yeah, stroke 'em!" Darlene urged. "And think how good they're going to feel up each other's assholes."
"Yeah, but who's going to do the fucking first. and who's going to get fucked?" Linda asked.
"Turn around, stud, and bend over!" Nikki hissed at Trish, who obliged her, standing with her hands on her knees, bending over at the waist. Nikki liked to adopt a take-charge attitude sometimes, and Trish had a submissive streak, so I wasn't surprised to hear Nikki demand that Trish offer her bottom.
Nikki reached for the tube of jelly and handed it to Linda, who was standing by eagerly, curious to see what would be next.
"Grease up this stud, will you, so I can fuck him?" she said. And Linda did the prepping honors. You'd think that with my girls being greek specialists, and doing it like that every day, that after awhile they could forego lubrication. But in fact it's because it's their bread and butter that they have to keep their backdoor entrances in prime shape. If you want a car to run nice and smooth you have to make sure it's tuned up, and gets greased and lubed on a regular basis. Same thing with a whore. That's one reason I keep Nikki and her massage and nozzle service around.
Nikki now got behind Trish, 'his' cock erect and poised. Like I said, Nikki just craves sticking it in a female orifice, and so now she got special pleasure as she just plunged in with one swift and very smooth move.
Awwwwww shit!" Trish howled as she suddenly felt her bottom crammed with cock.
"You love it, don't you?" Nikki hissed. Nikki knew Trish always had a special fondness for her nozzles.
"Yeah, I do," Trish said, craning her neck back to give Nikki a meaningful look. Me and Darlene and Linda casually fingered ourselves as we watched Nikki savagely 'do' Trish's ass.
Then Darlene suddenly sat down on the floor between Trish's legs and started sucking on her cock, the cock which minutes ago had been wedged deep inside my pussy.
"Shit, having Linda sucking my dick is making it real horny," Trish said, turning back to Nikki again. "Now I want your ass, stud."
Nikki obligingly pulled away and quickly bent over, just the way Trish had. Now after Linda did the lubing honors, Trish got behind Nikki and started sodomizing her with the same fierce energy Nikki had displayed reaming Trish's bottom.
Now Linda and Darlene looked at each other.
"What about us?" Linda said.
"Yeah, what about us?" Darlene reiterated.
Suddenly Darlene and Linda were standing up and bending over, reaching back to slap dabs of jelly into their cracks. Nikki and Trish, taking the cue, disengaged, Nikki getting behind Darlene, Trish behind Linda.
Since both Trish and Nikki had just been dipping their dicks up each other's backdoors, I knew they'd bypass Darlene's and Linda's pussies and head right for the other parking places.
"Yessss!" Darlene howled as Nikki buried it up her rectum.
"C'mon Trish, fuck my butt," Linda urged as Trish had a little trouble getting the lubed-up shaft up Linda's slippery hole.
I watched this foursome go at it for a while, then walked over to the other couch where Nancy was now once again behind Karen, busting open her bottom some more, while Mocha was doing the same to Julie.
Nancy and Mocha just went back and forth, and Karen and Julie just couldn't get enough. I loved the sight of Mocha and Nancy pumping their trim butts in tandem as they plunged inside. I stood behind and between them and then dropped my two hands to their bottoms, digging under the dildo straps and finding their assholes, sliding a finger in each so they'd have a little reminder of what they were doing to the two others.
Nancy, slut that she was, immediately began grinding and swaying her bottom as she felt me massaging her anal passage with a finger.
I looked around. Here we were, nine of us, eight whores and one former whore, all tangled up in a wild anal orgy. Sweat was pouring off hot, sleek bodies as my whores energetically fucked each other. I was proud of my girls, proud that this is how they would choose to celebrate!
CHAPTER NINE
Finally it was time for a little rest and everyone pulled back. Dildos were unstrapped and sex-satiated bodies just collapsed and relaxed. No one was about to shower or get dressed quite yet. We figured we'd just luxuriate in our nakedness for a little while until we got our energy back.
"How about ordering a couple of pizzas?" Nikki suggested. "All this hard fucking has given me an appetite."
"I second that motion," Nancy said. Linda went to get the menu for our favorite pizzeria and we called in an order.
The smokers among us pulled out their packs and lit up as we all just sat there, still amazed at the spontaneous orgy that watching the video had provoked.
"You know, Nancy and Mocha never got a chance to get fucked," Nikki reminded us, realizing that everyone else had.
"No," Julie said, looking right at Nancy. "They were too busy playing the 'cocky' studs."
"Hey, we're two horny, hung dudes, we can't help it. Isn't that right, Mocha?" Nancy said to her.
"Right on!" Mocha said as they slapped palms and high-fived.
Then I heard a buzzer at the door.
"I'll get it," I said, quickly grabbing a robe and putting it on before getting the door.
I opened the door a crack to see a familiar pizza delivery guy. He was a cute college kid who once told me he was on a jock scholarship, a blond haired, blue-eyed hunk, who had delivered pizzas to us many times. I had talked to him a few times and he never said anything about it, but I knew that he was perfectly aware just what sort of establishment I was running here, and to which he was delivering his pizzas.
The door opens to a short hallway which immediately takes a right angle. So, with the door open, a visitor can't see anything of the place until he actually comes inside. Now, as usual with curious deliverymen, the kid was trying to do the impossible-peek around the corner.
He could hear the girls talking and laughing.
"We're having a little party," I told him as I took the four pizza boxes from him.
I had quickly thrown on my robe but had forgotten to get the money together.
"Listen, wait here a second-I need to get some cash," I said as he stood there, keenly listening to the sound of happy whores and their raunchy talk.
Then I figured I'd give the kid a little treat and let him come in with me and have a look. I knew the sight would blow his mind. And I was still a little charged up from our impromptu sex party, so I wanted to see his reaction.
"Why don't you come on in, Jimmy," I said, leading the way. He followed me inside and when he appeared before the naked women, I don't know who was more surprised, they or him.
"We were just having a little party," I explained as I went to my bag to get some money for him.
"Oooh, look, a real stud," Darlene joked.
Of course Jimmy had no idea what she meant; the dildos had been put away.
Now the girls all focused on Jimmy, making him very self-conscious. Legs separated and pussies flashed his way as he stood there, numb with shock, staring at all that exposed female flesh.
"Look, he's got a hard-on!" Trish said, noticing the bulge forming.
"He sure as shit does!" Linda crowed.
Suddenly some of the girls began to act real raunchy, spreading their legs wide apart and reaching in to hold their pussies open. They knew Jimmy; he was one of two regular night deliverymen for our pizzeria. I even remember Mocha once saying that some day she might throw the kid a free fuck, he was so cute.
"Zip down those pants and show it to us," Mocha urged lewdly as the kid stood there, frozen, the bulge in his pants obscenely obvious now.
"Yeah, let's see what you're packing down there," Darlene shouted.
I was standing next to Jimmy, still in my robe, and now I decided to fling off that robe.
"Yeah, Jimmy, show it off," I said, approaching him now naked and reaching a hand down to feel that bulge.
Still numb with shock, he didn't move as I unzipped him and dug into his fly, grabbing hold of his boner and pulling it out. There it stood now in all its glory, for all the girls to see.
"Oh yeah! That's nice!" Nikki said appreciatively. The leather and rubber 'cocks' had been flying furiously here for the past couple of hours, so it was fun to see one more after we had put all the others away-a real flesh-and-blood one this time.
It stuck out from his stomach nice and hard, at a forty-five degree angle, a proud sentinel of his virile masculinity.
"Come on over here," Mocha said sassily, wagging a finger at him.
He didn't know what to do, but I gently pushed him in Mocha's direction.
He stood right in front of Mocha, and she didn't waste any time taking hold of his shaft and stuffing it into her mouth.
"Uh huh! Eat it!" Julie urged. "You've been getting yours sucked and fucking us with it all night. Now it's time for you to have some cock too."
Jimmy looked puzzled by Julie's remark, so I explained how it was that we just happened to be sitting around here all naked like this when he walked in. I told him about our party, and how we had brought out our toys. And that his was the first real cock that had presented itself all evening.
"You too, Nancy," her friend Linda urged. "You didn't have any cock either."
Nancy, who had been sitting right next to Mocha, now leaned over and took Jimmy's dick from Mocha, wrapping her lips around it. Jimmy didn't know whether to just close his eyes and take in the pleasure of the unexpected double blow job he was receiving, or to scan the room and take in the sight of all those unclothed babes.
"He's tasty, uh?" Mocha said to Nancy.
"Mm-Mmmmm," Nancy said, her mouth stuffed.
"Want to fuck me, dude?" Mocha said, falling back on the couch and spreading her legs. Nancy released him now so he could get between Mocha's legs. Then Mocha guided him to her pink bull's-eye, and a second later he was pumping it inside her as we all watched.
"Ever fuck a black woman before?" Mocha asked.
"Uh, no-" he mumbled, no doubt still numb with shock at was happening. The only part of him that wasn't numb was his hard, throbbing dick.
He had known our place was a brothel, but he had no way of guessing that it was a brothel with a specialty.
Now Nancy decided to show him a little sample of that specialty by getting up off the couch and kneeling behind him, then spreading his buns apart and digging her tongue into his ass crack.
"Yeah! Lick that ass!" Trish urged as Nancy lapped hungrily at his butthole.
This was going to be Nancy and Mocha's show. They had been the only two among us who hadn't been fucked. They had been doing all the fucking; now they were going to get their turn.
"Okay, I want some now," Nancy said, pulling Jimmy away from Mocha and pushing him down on the couch between Mocha and Trish.
Then Nancy quickly straddled him, reaching down to impale her cunt on his young, hard boner.
"Oooh, he's nice and stiff," Nancy said appreciatively.
"He sure is!" Mocha seconded.
Nancy fucked him slow and easy as we all watched. She fucked him until she herself got off. Jimmy, thankfully, seemed to be quite long-lasting. I figured that with him being young and walking into a scene like this, he'd blast his load in a jiffy. But he was proving himself quite a long-lasting stud.
After Nancy climaxed, she got off him, and Mocha mounted him, taking her turn at his dick. She swayed her tan-colored tits in his face and he looked like he was in paradise as he took a dark, corky nipple in his mouth to suck.
Now Nancy dropped down again behind them and this time buried her tongue in Mocha's crack, eagerly licking that wrinkled brown hole she had come to relish so much.
All of us watched keenly as the threesome unfolded, a few of us sliding hands between our legs to relieve the carnal itch. With that extra bit of stimulation, Mocha started gasping and quivering and then she too went over the edge.
"Man, you got us both off, you're good!" Mocha said to Jimmy as he ate up the words, a shit-eating grin on his face.
Mocha stayed on top, still fucking him slowly, even though she had climaxed. When Mocha's in the mood she can be multi-orgasmic and won't leave a cock alone while it's still hard.
Now Nancy came around to face Mocha and Jimmy, licking her lips lewdly.
"Nancy just loves to eat ass," Mocha explained to Jimmy.
"And you love to have it eaten," Nancy retorted.
"True, eaten and ... fucked, both," Mocha said meaningfully, winking at Jimmy.
Alone among us, unless the guy is real big, Mocha doesn't usually need to be prepped with lubricant back there. And with Nancy just having had tongued her ass, I knew Mocha was ready.
"Want to fuck my butt now, dude? Want to fuck my tight black ass!" Mocha hissed.
Jimmy said nothing, just nodded, with that shit-eating grin never leaving his face.
And so as Mocha lifted herself up a few inches, freeing Jimmy's cock, Nancy grabbed it and wedged it against the other hole, an inch further up, rubbing it all around Mocha's sphincter, teasing the kid.
"Ever fuck a girl's ass before?" Nancy asked him, as she'd probably asked dozens of guys back in Kansas before she blew their minds by letting them fuck hers.
"Uh ... once," he said. "But just for a couple of seconds. She made me take it out. She said it hurt."
"Well, it sure as hell ain't going to hurt me," Mocha said, now bearing down on it. We all stood and watched as his cock 'popped' past the barrier of her anal ring and entered her rectum. This blond college kid was fair-skinned, and his dick was pale, a real contrast to Mocha's dark hole and her adjacent dusky buns.
"Yeah, Mocha, fuck him!" Trish urged. "Fuck him with your hot, nasty asshole!"
And fuck him she did, riding his cock with her bottom, teaching the kid what sodomy was all about.
"That looks so fucking hot!" Julie said, staring at the spot where Jimmy's cock was saying hello to Mocha's butthole.
Jimmy was just sitting back, letting Mocha ride his boner and do all the work. He looked around, amazed, no doubt, to have eight naked women keenly watch him fuck a ninth.
"Me! Me! My turn now!" Nancy squealed, raising her arm and getting up on the couch next to Jimmy, leaning over to gaze right into his eyes as she got on her elbows and knees.
Mocha had been riding him for a good few minutes, so Nancy now figured it was her turn.
Mocha took the signal and lifted herself off the kid, who immediately stood up and got behind Nancy. Nikki scooped up the tube of jelly and squeezed some into Nancy's ass. She knew Nancy always liked to be well-lubed.
Jimmy was standing, there fisting his shaft, the shaft he had just pulled out of Mocha's hot, tight ass.
"Ready to plug up some more butt?" Nikki asked him.
"Yeah, I think so," he said, a sexy smile on his face.
And so now he got behind Nancy and drove his thick cock right up Nancy's ass.
"Whose do you like better, my tight black ass, or this honky bitch's?" Mocha asked after he had warmed his cock in Nancy's snug rectum for a comfortable stretch.
Mocha loved to talk outrageously like this, and all of us knew it, especially Nancy. But the kid was stymied, not knowing what to say.
"Uh-you're both-uh-terrific," Jim said awkwardly but diplomatically.
Me and the other girls were pretty fucked out by now, so we just took in the show, watching Jimmy have his way with Nancy's bottom as Mocha showed Jimmy the house's patented two girl specialty-you fuck one girl up the ass, while the other gets behind you and licks yours. Our clients expect a definite focus on greek in our sessions and that's what Jimmy was getting now.
"Here, let me show you something else we like to do around here, dude," Mocha said to Jimmy as she briefly pulled him out of Nancy. Then Mocha had Jimmy sit down on the couch, with Nancy sitting over him, her back to Jimmy. Nancy reached down and worked his cock back into her bottom, then fell back against the kid, her legs spread wide. Now we had a perfect view of Jimmy's cock filling Nancy's ass, and, right above it, her slick pussy sitting in the middle of that dense tangle of pubic hair.
Right away Mocha was down on her knees in front of them, starting to eat up Nancy's pussy as Jimmy resumed slamming his shaft up into Nancy's bottom.
"Ooooh, nice view," Linda meowed.
"Yeah, but I want a lick now," Julie said, hungering for her girlfriend and maybe a little resentful that another whore was getting a taste of her.
So now Julie replaced Mocha. Nancy obviously relished Julie's seasoned touch-Julie knew Nancy's pussy like no one else did-and seconds later was shaking and shrieking and sweating as she pressed Julie's face against her cunt. She bore down hard on Jimmy's cock, taking the full length up her ass and letting it stay there. All we could now see was Jimmy's balls. Then she started swiveling her hips slowly, in a figure eight, obviously making Jimmy feel very good with her skilled rectal massage.
"Oh my God!" Nancy howled and then a torrent of sweat broke out on her forehead as she got off in a big way.
We all started clapping and hooting as we watched Nancy climax. But Jimmy was obviously still hard. So now Julie pushed Jimmy up off of Nancy and immediately took Jimmy's cock in her mouth. That was how devoted Julie was to Nancy, how intimate she felt with Nancy, eager to take a cock fresh from Nancy's ass between her own lips.
"Wow, will you look at that!" Nancy shouted. "Julie loves taking it straight from the oven."
"Straight from Nancy's oven, anyway," Linda emphasized.
And then Jimmy's body twitched and we heard him grunt as he shot his load into Julie's mouth. Julie let it spill out lewdly from between her lips as we all kept cheering and whistling in appreciation of the sizzling show.
Finally Jimmy sheepishly got dressed and said his goodbyes.
"Time to hit the tubs," I said. Our condo complex had several Jacuzzis and saunas and I knew that after hours of hot, sweaty ass-fucking all of us were ready for some soothing relaxation in the bubbling water. That's a whore's reward at the end of a day of nasty, raunchy sex ... anal sex!