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Sam's Bio Part 3 (MMM+/F, wife, GB, EX)

The following story is intended for those who have reached the legal
age of majority in their respective jurisdiction.









Sam and Amy climbed into the shower together and began washing each
other. When they'd finished they went back out into the sitting room
of the hotel suite to find their clothes. 

As they hunted around, both still naked, another roadie entered. He
stripped and asked if he was too late to get laid. It was, but when
Sam realized it was the young one who'd brought her the warm wet towel
last night she asked if maybe he'd like a blow job. Even though her
lips were raw and a little swollen from all the cocksucking she'd done
the night before she guided him to a chair and knelt between his legs
when he'd taked his seat. She took his cock into her mouth and it soon
grew to fill it up. Using all the skills she'd learned from sucking
off her boyfriend's friends she had him shooting off down her throat
in no time. She wanted to avoid having to clean cum off her tits and
face again so she held his cock in her mouth and swallowed his cum.

Amy had found their clothes and they dressed quickly after Sam
finished her blow job. They were at the elevator when the black giant
ran down the hallway toward them carrying a couple of t-shirts. "Hey's
babes, yo' gots to get somethin' fo' the great time yo' showed us lass
night!"

He handed each of them one of the commemorative t-shirts for the
band's Asian tour signed by the band. He also handed Sam an 8x10
picture of the band, also autographed by the musicians with the
inscription "To Sam; Thanks for the great gang bang and the best blow
jobs in Asia!" 

Then he handed them each three back-stage passes for that evening's
concert. "Bring some of yo' friends that likes to fuck as much as yo'
do." 


"We will!" both girls exclaimed as the elevator doors opened.

Unfortunately, the girls didn't get to go back that night. Their
parents had discovered they'd been out all night and grounded them.
The couldn't think of any of their friends who they could count on to
fuck the guys so they just kept the backstage passes as souvenirs.

A few days later, after things settled down, Sam approached her mom
with questions about sex. She told her mom about the gang bang then
about not being able to suck off the black giant because his cock was
too big. Mom realized Sam was destined to follow in her footsteps as a
whore and it was time she learned the trade. The following week Sam
began recieving private tutoring three evenings a week after school.
Her tutor was a senior Geisha who over the next few weeks had Sam
turning tricks while teaching her the skills she would need to be a
top hooker like her mom. 

Afternoons would be spent having sex with American sailors and Marines
chosen by the Mistress for their large cocks, their staying power, and
their understanding that if they ever breathed a word of this their
supply of prime teenage pussy would vanish. Sam learned how to deep
throat the biggest cocks long before Linda Lovelace made the talent
famous. She learned how to use the muscles of her snatch to milk a
cock, and how to give any man the best fuck of his life.

Sam became a hot item. Japanese girls rarely have tits larger than "B"
cups, and Sam's had grown into perfectly formed "D" cups. Japanese
businessmen paid top dollar for a night with the beautiful
Japanese-American girl with the big European hooters. 

Things at home were changing. Her parents had divorced and Sam was
living with her mom who had her tricking almost every weekend. Shortly
after her eighteenth birthday things fell apart.

One of her mom's regulars had hired Sam for one of his customers, an
American executive from Motorola who turned out to be a friend of her
dad's. who saw Sam's picture on her dad's desk. As soon as she
graduated High School, Sam was sent stateside to live with her
paternal grandparents in Kansas.

The prospect of living in the U.S. excited Sam. It was 1970 and Sam
had heard all about the bra burnings and the "Free Love" movement. On
the other hand, her grandfather was a tyrant. Her father was sure to
have warned him to keep Sam under control. She decided the best
defense was a strong offense. 

Packing for the move to Kansas Sam didn't pack a bra or most of her
other prudish clothes. Instead she packed only the stuff she and her
mom had bought for her to wear on "dates" and the slutty or cool
clothes she'd taken to wearing when out with friends. On the day of
the flight she wore sandals, hip-hugger jeans, a bra, a thin white
cotton tie top, and a pullover sweater.

Once she'd said her goodbyes to her parents and her little brother she
boarded the plane and went straight to the head where she took off the
sweater, the top, and the bra. She stuffed the unwanted bra into the
trash and shoved the sweater into her carry-on. She donned the tie top
and adjusted it to maximize both her cleavage and the amount of tit it
exposed. She admired herself in the mirror, her dark areolas were
easily visble under her shirt and her long thick nipples protruded
seductively. Then she went to her seat enjoying the admiring stares
and "accidental" feels as she worked her way back upthe crowded aisle.

Her grandfather was just as stern as she'd remembered. He'd begun to
fuss at her as soon as she got off the plane in Wichita about her
going around half naked. He demanded she cover up her tits. She
refused pointing out that she was eighteen and quite comfortable with
how she looked.

Kansas was a suprise. The lack of entertainment options led to rampant
teenage sex. By the third day she was fucking the next door neighbor's
fifteen year old son. His older brother asked her out and on their
date she met the people she wanted to socialize with. 

He introduced her to his friends who were just as horny as she was.
They were a little older than her and much more worldly. A couple of
the guys were bikers and two of the girls were topless dancers. The
idea of topless dancing appealed to her and she asked them all sorts
of quetsions from "How do you pick music?" to "Are you allowed to fuck
the customers?"

The very next night she got her date to take her to see the girls at
the topless bar where they worked. She was fascinated and wanted to
give it a try but she was nervous. Her date suggested she try dancing
for him and his buddies. He promised to arrange a little party with a
few guys.

The party was a success! Sam enjoyed taking off her clothes for the
men, the way they stared at her and copped feels every chance they
got. When they began to chant "Take it off!" she eagerly complied and
danced nude for them briefly before she was pulled down and gang
fucked on a pool table. (To this day she enjoys pulling trains on bar
pool tables!)

Her mind was made up, she was going to become a stripper!





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