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 Title: Maya's Story
Author: April
Summary: After being groomed from the age of three to provide sexual
pleasures to her mother, 7-year-old Maya allows her mother to place her at
an agency that rents girls to older women for sex.  (~3850 words)
Keywords: Fg, coer, ws

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   Maya's Story by April



   My parents were unusual.  I don't remember how old I was, perhaps as
young as three when Mum begun having sex with me.  It became something of a
ritual, the gentle summons to her bed and then her hand in mine as she led
me down the corridor.  All warm and cosy with my face between her legs and
her soft thighs pressing my cheeks.  I used to cry with pleasure to hear
her beautiful voice drifting down towards me as I followed her gentle
urgings.  Endearments there were too, they permeated the bedroom with their
musical notes, that's how I knew she must love me.

   She was in her late twenties then, a neat attractive woman with long
brown hair and deep loving eyes but certainly nothing to make her stand out
in a crowd the way some beautiful women do.  Her lust was for children, but
that didn't mean she looked like a weirdo or something, she just seemed
like an ordinary respectable woman who worked at the bank, had a hard
working husband and a cute little daughter.

   I suppose her and Dad got together because of their mutual perversion
and then decided to have a child so they could indulge their nature.  Yes,
I had a Dad too; he would sometimes stand in the doorway watching as I did
all of those sexy things to Mum.  Of course I know now that he was a voyeur
and was beating his sausage as I worked away on her.  We must have made
quite a site as the pace got going; mum was pretty horny when we were 'at
it'.  She was a paedophile, which goes without saying; Dad was too but in a
non-physical sense while mum was very much of the body.

   She taught me to be a giver, not a receiver of pleasure; I don't ever
remember her returning any of the favours I gave her barring one special
occasion.  I didn't mind; I loved the thrill it gave me as I drove her out
of her mind with pleasure.  I was pretty good too; I still am come to that.
She schooled me in the skills of bodily ecstasy until I became something of
a maestro in the art.  I suppose that's part of the reason they decided I
aught to put my talents to work and pull in some money.  They were pretty
hard up then and they'd heard of a way I could help with the finances,
after all said Mum, I'd be very good at it and the money would help.  In
fact, she told me I'd make lots of money for myself and could have what
ever I wanted if it all worked out.  At seven-years-old, I was put on the
books of a very exclusive agency.  I went to work for a company that hired
young girls out to wealthy middle-aged women.  Some were single, while
others were married to boring husbands who couldn't hope to assuage their
fertile imaginations or warped appetites.

   Everything was a secret.  When I started school I was careful not to
tell anyone about the kind of games Mum and I were playing but luckily I
was clever enough not to give anyone cause to pry into my home life.  The
agency was very discreet, about as low profile as you can get.  It was
talked about in hushed tones in certain select quarters of the woman/girl
lover network.  There was a small glossy brochure for those in the know. 
Photos of girls aged from three to ten with accompanying descriptions of
the services they provided printed on a home computer.  Most of them
promised things such as a 'taste of young honey' or 'mutual pleasures' but
there were only a couple in the whole brochure where the girl was described
as a pure giver of pleasure.  Nevertheless, Mum decided I needed to offer
something none of the other girls had, a distinctive skill to make me stand
out...  perhaps an unusual one.

   "Maya, I've been thinking about this unique service you can offer.  It's
something I've been thinking of trying anyway.  It's so intimate, a really
personal way of showing you belong to a woman and she can do anything she
wishes with you.  It's called many different names but the common term is
'watersports'.  It's when another person pees in your mouth and you drink
it.  I'd like us to go to the bathroom and try it."

   I raised my eyebrows quizzically.  It's not that I was particularly
fazed or anything, I loved Mum and would do anything with her.  I just
found it a little unbelievable and I wandered why anyone would want to do
that.  What would they get out of it?  After all, it isn't as though they
were being touched or sucked.  I just thought it strange.

   "Darling why are you frowning?" asked mum lifting up my chin so my eyes
were eyes looking into hers.  "Oh I'm fine Mum.  I don't mind doing it; you
know I'll do anything.  I just wondered what the woman who does it would
get out of it.  It sounds a bit funny that's all."

   She laughed and took my hand.  "Come on let's go upstairs and try it
out. You'll see how much I like doing it and then you'll understand it
better."

   Once in the bathroom Mum told me to take all my clothes off and kneel in
the shower.  Then she began undressing, undoing catches and buttons,
casually throwing her silky green top, her skirt and then her bra and
knickers out of the door to scatter along the passageway.

   "I'm getting out of my things because once I've done this I'll need a
session to calm me down," she laughed.

   I tittered conspiratorially as I climbed into the shower with her and
let her push me down before her.  She crouched down and peeled back the
floppy lips of her pussy to show me the familiar sight of her hairy cunt.

   "Ok, let's see how this goes..." she murmured.  "Open up...  Yes, that's
it.  Ready?

   "Ummm."

   "Now!"

   It came in a gushing torrent hitting my cheeks and spraying everywhere
and then as she adjusted her aim it came into my mouth.  It was quick;
there was hardly time to get my throat bobbing but of course, I did.  My
senses were swamped with new sensations.  Taste, feeling and smell, all
three strove for supremacy and for dominance over the rest.  Together they
provoked an emotion rather than a sensation, one that was so strong I can
close my eyes and still feel its essence washing over me.  The heat as it
filled my mouth and ran down my throat, the bitter acridness of it, saline,
womanly and pungent as it dashed from her body into mine, and of course the
aroma of it's dominance as it sought my submission, the emotion was one of
naked power and I simply adored it.

   From then on, I was and still am a piss slave, I crave it as I do oxygen
and will always revere my part of the partnership in such a bizarre and
beautiful intimacy.  Eventually it lessened into a trickle and I moved my
head to follow it as it waned in an attempt to catch the last of her amber
offerings.  I looked up, wiped my face, and looked straight into Mum's
glazed smile.  She sighed gently, then pulled me up into her arms and
kissed my salty lips.

   "Well done darling.  You've made Mummy very proud," she murmured
carrying me to the bedroom and laying me on her mattress before climbing
over to sit on my face.  "Now let's see if you can make me even happier."

   Mum took the photos for the agency magazine.  There were just two.  One
was of me sitting on the bed with my teddy in my lap.  I was smiling gently
into his eyes and stroking his head.  My hair was done out into braids tied
with pink ribbons to match my panties.  Mum had made me pull them up tight
so they showed the outline of my pussy lips against the material, I looked
a real little sex bomb.  It was hard to smile as I hated having to hold my
teddy, I told Mum it made me look like a baby but she replied with a smile
and said that was the whole idea.  The advert read:

   "Candy Lips is a soft lipped beauty who'll send you to heaven with her
clever tongue and pretty mouth.  Her speciality is prolonged oral; this
includes all types of body worship with no holes barred.  Trained to
receive (drink) golden showers to the highest of sluttiest standards, she
is game for your most deviant bathroom fantasies.  This service is included
in the following tariff:

   1 hour stay at your place or hotel = £300 2 hours = £500 4 hours = £700
Overnight = £2000 Weekend = £5000 Full Week by negotiation.

   We had our first customer two weeks later and she was booked for a
2-hour session.  It was the beginning of the school holidays.  To say I was
nervous was an understatement; all kinds of thoughts went through my mind.
What if she was ugly, smelly, or just horrible?  If she were, I would have
to be polite and charming and pretend she was pretty.  Mum reminded me how
important it was to make the customers happy and ask for me again and more
importantly to recommend me to their friends.

   I slept well after Mum had put me to bed with a hot mug of milk, I
didn't know she'd poured a sedative into it, but I'm glad she did because
when I woke the next morning I felt full of beans and ready for anything.
The appointment was for 12 noon on the dot.  The agency sent a driver to
pick me up.  His name was Max and we hit it off pretty well, he was one of
the most amusing men I have ever met.  Probably in his fifties with a huge
paunch, thick raspy sideburns and a deep gravely voice, he put me at ease
on the long drive to the other side of town by telling me all kinds of
funny stories and jokes.

   Max drove us in to a parking bay behind a tall building and we took the
lift into the apartments.  I grabbed his hand and squeezed it, cuddly and
jolly he reminded me of my teddy bear.  He bent down with a huge smile on
my face and tweaked my nose.

   "You'll be fine Princess.  She won't know which way to turn first when
she sees you, because you know what?"

   "No, what?" I asked all ears.

   "You're a knockout.  A real bloody knockout and that's swearing." I saw
his grin spread from one ear to the next, no kidding, right across his
craggy old face.

   "And you're my friend," I replied.

   He gave me a wink and a smile and then the lift door slid open, and he
led me out into a marble landing with an ornate fountain that wound its way
down between the floors like a snake on a game board.

   I had expected to see a corridor with doors on either side but instead
there was just one door by itself.  Max rang the bell and stood back.

   "This is the top room," He whispered, grinning at my confusion.  "The
'Penthouse Suite'."

   A tall, willowy woman wearing with long dark hair opened the door.  She
was wearing a simple elegant but expensive looking top and skirt that
showed her toned curvy body off to devastating effect.  Her eyes widened
with lust briefly when she saw me before they creased into a friendly
smile.

   "Come in Maya.  How are you?  I'm Andrea."

   She was an American.  Her voice had a soft Californian drawl, it sounded
deep and sexy.

   "Very well," I answered politely.

   "Wonderful," she smiled.  "Hi Max"

   "Hi Madam.  I'll leave you with Maya now.  She's a lovely little lady
and I'm sure she'll take real good care of you."

   "I'm sure too," she replied warmly.  "See you in two hours Max."

   He gave me a reassuring wink and then stepped out of the doorway.  She
closed the door and led me into her living room with its huge glass fronted
window overlooking Hyde Park.  It was a large room with a minimalist feel
to it.  In the centre stood a large open hearth, which had an imitation
fire blazing away and warming the room, a welcome touch in contrast to the
coldness of the day outside.  She indicated to a white leather sofa that
stood nearby with the flames from the mock fire reflecting in the shiny
material.  She took a seat next to me and I noticed she wasn't wearing
stockings when her skirt rode up her long legs.  I wandered how old she
was; she had the body of a gazelle but her face looked older than my
Mother's did.

   She raised an eyebrow as though reading my thoughts.  "I'll tell you a
bit about myself first," she smiled.  "I'm an escort Maya.  I started in
the States fifteen years ago when I was twenty.  I decided I wanted to make
a mountain of money so I've been making a lot of very rich men happy both
back over there and here in London.  I have homes in both countries and I
like to flit between the two enjoying the good things in life.

   "I've always lived here," I replied trying to be sociable.  I like
London but I'd like to go and see America someday."

   She looked at me for a while, her eyes were large and sensual and seemed
to penetrate into me until a lazy smile lit its way out of them and found
her lips.

   "Umm...  Perhaps you will dear, who knows.  One never knows about life
Maya...  Is this your first time with the agency?"

   I answered that it was, but hoping that she wouldn't think me
untalented, I added that my mother had trained me very well.

   "I'm very sure she has Maya.  Your photos in the magazine look lovely
but seeing you here in real life, you look absolutely breathtaking!  Let me
tell you young lady, if you ever decide to keep this going you're going to
make yourself a lady to be reckoned with, you have all the right looks to
make yourself very rich."

   I smiled appreciatively and felt my confidence grow.

   "But the real reason I chose you, apart from the photos, was the wording
of the advert.  I need someone to take care of me for a change.  I spend
enough time looking after the needs of other people without anyone taking
care mine." She paused and gave a half-guilty grin before continuing. 
"Well that isn't strictly true."

   She flicked a strand of hair that had fallen down onto her lips, her
hair was long and honey coloured just like her skin.  She had a quality
about her, an air of seduction in every pore of her body which made me
tingle from head to foot.

   "It's not as though I don't have the right kind of charms, I've had both
men and women jumping through hoops to do my bidding.  I know all of the
sexual arts, have practiced them on others, and have had them performed on
me.  It's a fact Maya.  It's a fact that none of them can really please me,
not properly, because as you can see, or shall see, I'm a girl lover.  I've
had various girls from the agency, some as young as three and some as old
as thirteen sharing my bed...  and me." She sighed and shook her head.  "I
dunno....It's just heaven, and then when I read about your oral services
not to mention your willingness to drink golden rain, another thing I love,
I just had to meet you."

   Then she talked for some time about her attraction to little girls, how
it had all begun, until she seemed to run out of words.  Afterwards she was
silent, her eyes smiled into mine and I thought I detected the slightest
raise of an eyebrow, enough to make my eyes look down at her wristwatch, it
read 1pm and I reckoned we'd been talking for an hour.  It was time that my
first client began getting her money's worth, she hadn't rushed me but I
knew it was time for things to progress.

   I got down from the sofa, knelt down before her with my knees kissing
the rug, and then slowly ran my hands over her calves and before letting
them travel up.  The room was quiet except for the slightest hint of
swishing flesh as my palms traversed the top of her slowly spreading
thighs. I stared at her panties for a moment, dark and lacy with a red rose
embossed over the crotch; I leaned forwards and touched my lips to the
bloom.  My reward came in the form of a faint sigh, it gave me heart, and
encouraged me to open my mouth and cover her crotch in a slow sucking kiss.


   I continued this for some time, an open-mouthed caress through the
skimpiest of barriers.  Nevertheless, for all that still a barrier to my
boldness and the minutes were ticking by, it was time to move on.  It
seemed she read my thoughts again, for a second later I felt her palm on my
forehead as she gave me a gentle push.  I looked up at her face, it was
flushed and sheen.  So pretty with those large sleepy eyes, she looked as
though she was emerging from a delicious dream.  Still she didn't speak,
instead she raised her hips off the cushion and rasped her panties down her
legs and onto the floor and then lowered her naked buttocks back onto the
creaking leather...  a delicious sound.

   Her labia looked rich and buttery as it blossomed forth from her thatch
of neatly trimmed hair.  I placed my thumb and forefinger against the hood
of her clitoris and carefully drew it aside to reveal the bulb, which was
hard, ripe and very stiff.  She looked down at me expectantly as I slowly
extended my tongue, the means to her impending pleasure.  I held it out
like a spear for a moment before rotating it proudly for her gaze, a
gesture that brought a sob of appreciation.  For a moment, I held the tip
poised over her clitoris and then slowly, ever so slowly swept it over the
bursting node.  A sudden sound, something like "Awe." Deeply guttural,
almost abdominal, I would have drawn back had I lacked the experience, but
I knew it was her body's reaction to the feel of my tongue against its
centre.  I popped it into my mouth, drawing it in with the inside of my
lips and then I made love to it with my tongue.  The familiar feel of hands
caressing my scalp and mussing my hair and then her churning hips and the
kiss of her thighs as they clenched and squeezed my cheeks.  These are the
ingredients of lovemaking I have known all my life, I have always adored
them and I always will, to be a giver of such gifts is a wonderful thing.

   She was moaning now, her sighs and sobs sounded deep and meaningful. 
Her movements built into a crescendo and I knew by the tightly clenched
hands in my hair and the speed of her thrusts into my face that she was
approaching her crisis.  Then like a bursting dam, it happened.  Her thighs
slammed over my head and held me like a vice while she squished my face
into her sex.

   "Open your mouth!" she wailed with desperate urgency.

   I did and she erupted.  Squirt after squirt she emptied her excitement
into me.  I clenched my eyes shut in concentration as mouthfuls of creamy
girl spunk filled me to overflow and ran down my chin despite my frantic
gulping.  She held me like that until it was over and her sobbing had
subsided into sighs of contentment.  I stayed still and listened for a
while, sighing with my own contentment and planting kisses on the soft
flesh of her inner thighs.  I was surprised when I tried to get up from the
carpet to feel a gentle but persistent hand barring my progress and pushing
me back down.  She never said a word but I knew she wanted more.  I gave a
small sigh of resignation because my tongue ached by now and although I was
used to prolonged oral I usually had a rest in-between.

   This time I took longer, slowly lapping away at her, I used my mouth for
her pleasure to the accompaniment of excited gasps and hisses.  Moans like
sorrowful laments filled the room with the urgency of her need as I worked
my tongue into her body.  Then suddenly a climax ripped through her and
this time even more intense than the first.  She was crying my name "Maya,
Maya, Maya." over and over again in a voice full of passion and tears, and
as before I drank down her deluge as she held me in place.  Then suddenly
the taste was different, it tasted hot and salty as she held my lips over
her urethra and emptied herself into me as though I were her toilet.  It
went on for ages as I drank the contents of her bladder until only a
dribble was left and a few last drops falling onto my cheeks.

   Faintly from somewhere far away I heard the chime of a bell and dimly
realized it must be Max.

   "Just a minute," she shouted before lifting me up and kissing me
hungrily on the lips.

   "I'd like you to come again Maya," she half said half gasped.  "You were
sensational."

   We walked to the door hand in hand and when Max asked how it had been,
she repeated 'sensational'.

   "I knew she would be," he smiled.  "This girl is special."

   "Yes," she replied, "very."

   That night Dad wasn't allowed to watch when Mum and I made love, not
even the customary five minutes until he ejaculated; he was barred from the
very beginning as she led me to her bedroom.  It was the first time she had
used her mouth to give me release; she sucked my quim and worked her tongue
up inside me until I blacked out with pleasure.  It was as though she was
re-claiming me from the woman I had made love to.  When it was my turn to
reciprocate, she turned into a volcano, screaming and crying out as she
tossed us both around the mattress turning the bedding into sodden rags.

   It was also the first time I had known Mum to be jealous.

   The end

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