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STORY: Laura the Prostitute  (Mf, teen, uniform)
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Laura the Prostitute
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When Susan and I split, it wasn’t easy. We came to an amicable 
arrangement for me to have access to Jane but a fifteen year-old girl doesn’t
always want to spend every other weekend with her father. So, I took the 
decision to move out and find somewhere of my own. I was 37 at the time. 
Things were going O.K. but it wasn’t easy to meet women. I’d not dated in 
nearly 20 years so I was a little rusty and this meant that I’d been without
sex for over six months. Sure, I wanked off on a fairly regular basis and the
freedom to buy a few videos while I was in Amsterdam on business kept me 
going - but it wasn’t the same as a good fuck.

Ordinarily, I wouldn’t bother with the cards stuck up inside of the phone 
booth. But this night, I was desperate to get a taxi home and I was 
determined to wait until the cab firm answered the phone. I surveyed the 
cards casually - ‘Young model, new in the area, will pose for you’ or ‘Big
tits and long legs, call me’ - the usual stuff. One card caught my eye because
the line drawing on the card seemed so sweet and the text was not as 
obvious as some of the others - ‘Laura is lonely and looking for a warm 
companion. Call her and relax’. I was picturing Laura in my mind when the 
cab firm finally answered. I left the booth and stood waiting for my car.

When I got home, and dumped my case and keys, I found the card from the 
phone booth in my pocket. I thought for a second and realised I was lightly
flicking it between my fingers when the cab phone answered and I must 
have slipped it into my pocket with the card for the cab. I looked at it now
and thought to myself if it was worth the risk. I thought for a few minutes
while I got changed and decided to give Laura a call. If I didn’t like the
sound of what was on offer, or if the price wasn’t right, I’d not bother.

I dialled the number and waited. A soft voice spoke as the phone answered -
"Hello, this is Laura". It was a sweet voice, and quite warm. "What’s your
name ?" she continued. "Err, Paul" I stuttered out before I realised I meant
to give a false name - oh well, it was only my first name. "Hello Paul," she
continued "how can I help you ?". I thought for a second and said "I saw 
your card and wondered if I could see you". "Sure" she replied "I like to 
meet in a neutral location the first time and just talk - is that o.k. ?" I
was 
pleased she wasn’t pressuring me into signing-up for a week long fuck-fest
so I agreed to meet her the following night in a quiet bar that we both knew.

The next day I was nervous and couldn’t decide whether to meet Laura or 
not. The day went quickly as I was so busy and by 6 o’clock I realised I still
hadn’t decided on what to do. I stood thinking as Pippa, the office tramp,
strolled by in her tight sweater and skirt. My cock twitched and my mind 
was made up - I was dying for a fuck.

I arrived at the bar a little before seven and got a table slightly out of
view of 
the main area.  I sat with my drink and read my paper. I lost track of time
and it was 7.15 when I realised someone was standing next to me. I looked 
up and saw the face of a gorgeous girl. She looked young, 18 or 20 maybe 
with lovely blond hair cut into a stylish bob. She wore a tight white blouse
over a standard black skirt and nylons and black heels completed the look.
She could have been an ordinary secretary but when she said "Hello, Paul" I
realised it was Laura. I apologised for not having been paying attention but
she dismissed that and sat down opposite me with her drink - that she had 
bought for herself.

We chatted briefly about the traffic and she apologised for being late etc...
After ten minutes she collected her things and put on her jacket. She slipped
a card across the table to me. She leant forwards and said "I insist on 
meeting everyone prior to seeing them for....other things" she smiled and her
face lit up. She had the cutest smile, with dimples forming in her cheeks. I
glanced at the card and it had the word "Plasticine" on it with a phone 
number. My eyebrows raised ready to ask a question but she anticipated and
said "This is a password - a word known only to me and you, no-one else". I
nodded. "Can I ask you for a word in return - whenever we speak, I will ask
you for your word and you will give my word back to me as well..o.k.?". I 
smiled at the simplicity of it all. This was a woman who knew what she was
doing. "Well ?," she was waiting for my reply. I thought briefly and said 
"Amsterdam". She giggled and turned the card over and wrote upon it. She 
left without saying anything else. On the front of the card was a phone 
number and the words "Call only between 6pm and 7.30pm - never at any 
other time". I turned the card over to see what she had written - "My place is
fine, 3a Arch Road". There followed a list of what was on offer and prices.
It seemed a little expensive at first but she seemed to be worth it (in terms
of 
looks and personality) and she seemed discreet and careful. I thought for a
minute and decided I’d go for it, at least once. It would scratch an itch I’d
had for six months. I looked down the rest of the card at the ‘menu’ of 
possibilities.  "Standard", "Dominant", "Slave", "Schoolgirl", "Slut", 
"Anal", "Group Sex" & "Bondage". My eyes widened at the comprehensive 
list. I could feel my cock twitching already. I finished my drink and left. On
the way home I pictured all of the dirty things I could do to Laura.

....ooOOoo....

A few days passed before I called Laura - at the prescribed time between 
6pm & 7.30pm. We agreed that I would visit the following night at 8pm.

I walked up to the house having parked a street away. The house was an old
dormitory style building with a double-front and three floors. I walked to the
door and surveyed the bells. I smiled as I read the list of names - 
"Chantalle", "Francois", "Phillipa" etc.. Six in total, including Laura. I
rang 
the bell and after a slight pause I heard Laura’s soft voice. I announced 
myself and said the words ‘Plasticine’ and ‘Amsterdam’ - the door buzzed 
open and I stepped inside. Laura had said Flat A, first floor.

I nervously knocked on the door. I had never been with a prostitute before
but I was certainly in need of one now and I certainly wanted to get up 
Laura. The door opened and a hand beckoned me in, the body hidden by the 
door. I walked into a slightly darkened room and turned to see Laura closing
the door. She looked fabulous!  She wore a short and tight knitted black 
dress, the hem around mid-thigh. She had on nylons and some spiky black 
stilettos. She wore the faintest hint of make-up and her hair was pulled back
behind her ears. I was admiring her lovely curves, large and firm breasts and
long legs when she ‘woke’ me by asking if I wanted a drink. I asked for a 
whiskey and she disappeared into the kitchen and motioned me down the 
corridor to the end room. I sat on a large sofa and waited. The room was 
sparsely furnished and looked functional, but there was no bed. Laura 
entered and sat next to me.

Laura spoke "Let’s get the business out of the way first thing. What are you
looking for tonight ?". I paused and said ‘just straight sex’. She smiled and
set a price which I paid immediately. As she was putting the money in a box
on the fireplace I said that I liked underwear and would she keep hers on.
She turned to face me with her hand on her hips and her legs slightly apart -
God, but I could have fucked her straight away !. "What sort of underwear 
do you like ?" she began, "full black silky stuff or just hold-up stockings".
I 
was looking at her mouth as she spoke and was wondering if she swallowed 
come or spat it out. I looked at her again from head to toe and was once 
more struck by how lovely and young she looked. Part of me was feeling 
quite protective to this sweet girl, having a teen-age daughter of my own and
knowing the feelings they have. "Paul ?" she said and I realised my mind 
was elsewhere. "Oh, I’d like you to keep your hold-ups and shoes on please"
I answered feeling like a small boy. She smiled and left the room. 

After a minute she called me and I followed her voice to the next room - the
bedroom. Laura was lying on the bed, wearing sheer hold-up stockings and 
high-heeled black shoes. The only other thing she wore was a thin string of
pearls around her neck. She was raised a little on one elbow with the fingers
of her other hand lightly stroking her large breasts. I got erect immediately
and rushed to take off my clothes. She lay silent and continued her stroking.
When I was naked she stopped me from climbing onto the bed and asked me 
to stand where I was. I was ‘pointing’ at her and she smiled and she crawled
across the bed. She knelt on the edge of the bed so that she was just shorter
than me and took my hands to cup her gorgeous tits. I rubbed my thumbs 
lightly over her stiff nipples and she sighed a little. While I was doing this
she cupped a hand around my balls and squeezed gently. Her other hand 
gripped my cock and gently rubbed it up and down. This continued for a 
minute but I moved a little and she let go and lay back on the bed. Her 
fingers moved to her pussy lips and I realised then that she was partly 
shaved. Her lips were clean but there was a small triangle covering her pubic
mound. I watched as her fingers rubbed her lips at the top of her pussy and
one slipped easily inside and soon disappeared to be followed by two more.
She now had three fingers circling around her pussy, buried up to the second
knuckle.

She looked at me and said "Well, what are you waiting for ?". I needed no 
further prompting and kneeled on the bed. I moved towards her and she 
opened her legs wide. I shuffled forwards and she gripped the end of my 
cock. I thought a little as to how long I would last but I had planned the
night before and wanked three times so that it wouldn’t be over too quick.
She guided my cock to her lips and I pushed a little and felt the glorious
slipperiness that only a wet pussy can give. I pushed again and my head 
slipped inside. Laura moaned a little and said "Mmmm, that feels nice". I 
knew this talk was for my benefit, but it was nice to hear and she had a 
lovely, sexy voice. I pushed again and my whole length was now inside of 
her. Her hands moved around to grip my bum cheeks and she gripped tightly 
as an encouragement for me to fuck her.

I wanted this to last but also I was desperate for a fast, hard, nasty fuck.
The 
sort of fuck where you’re taking some sort of revenge. She could sense I 
was ‘tightening’ and she almost whispered "Fuck me as hard as you want, I 
can take it". That did it. I moved my hips in fast stabbing movements, 
moving her arse up the bed as I did so. She put her arms above her head and
pushed back from the bedframe. Her pussy ground onto my cock as I almost 
grunted in an animal manner. I realised I wouldn’t last much longer and said
"where..do...you..want..me..to..come...". She was breathing hard herself now
and she replied in a similar way and said "anywhere..you..want". I looked at
her lovely tits and couldn’t resist them. I pulled out with an audible slurp
and shuffled up so that my cock was hovering over her tits. She grabbed it
quickly and angled it down whilst rubbing at the same time. "OH 
SHIIIITTTT.." was as far as I got and a long stream of come shot out, 
landing on her chin and neck. The next spurt was controlled by her and 
landed right over her left breast. I spurted a couple of more times, each one
landing on her lovely breasts. As I weakened she pushed me back so that I 
was sitting on my ankle haunches. I looked at her tits covered in come and
was surprised when her hands went back to her pussy. She looked at me and 
said "Well, I haven’t come yet". This took me by surprise as I never thought
to consider her and I had some recollection that prostitutes almost prided
themselves on the fact that they never came (‘I save that for my boyfriend
!’). I watched as her fingers played around her clitty and was surprised at
how quickly she came. He arse bucked from the bed as four fingers played 
around inside. She moaned deeply and fell back onto the bed.

We stay unmoving and unspeaking for a minute until she opened her eyes 
and looked down at me and her come-spattered tits. With her middle finger 
she scooped up a blob of come and stuck out her tongue. She flicked it from
her finger and drew her tongue back into her mouth. She smiled. Again, her
finger scooped up a blob but this time she sat up and moved her finger to my
mouth. I paused a little but thought ‘what the heck’ and opened my mouth. 
She placed her finger on my tongue and let me lick the come from it. She 
smiled widely and said "Most men won’t do that". She paused and then said 
"Paul, I’m going to let you see me again". I was a little surprised by this
‘turn’ of events. She noticed I was considering what she had said so she 
continued "I don’t do this very much, so I can afford to be selective".

She continued to tell me that to get an ‘invitation’ to return had only been
granted to a few. These few needed to be clean, well-behaved and ‘up to her
standard’. Laura told me that she needed to be careful and this ‘work’ was
only a temporary thing. She would only do it whilst she felt safe and whilst
she enjoyed it.

As I dressed I asked when I could return. She paused and said the weekend 
would be fine. She asked what I would like and I retrieved the card she had
given me. I looked at this gorgeous girl in front of me and the word ‘Slut’
almost leapt from the card. Laura smirked and gave a long ‘Mmmmm’. 
"O.K. then," she continued "I think I know what you’d like...will you leave
it my hands ?". I laughed at the double-meaning and she smiled in return. 
Shit, but I liked this girl. She showed me to the door and kissed me softly on
the cheek. We agreed to meet on Saturday at 2pm.


....ooOOoo....

The week went slowly. I couldn’t get Laura out of my mind. She was the 
sexiest woman I had met and I was able to put to the back of my mind the 
fact that I was paying to fuck her.

I phoned on Saturday at 1pm as agreed and felt slightly hurt when Laura 
asked if I could make it at 4pm, rather than 2pm. But my curiosity (and cock
!) was aroused when she said that she wanted to make sure she was ready 
for what she had planned for me !

I arrived at 4pm and went through the usual routine. I knocked on her door
and stood and waited for a while. I knocked again and eventually the door 
was opened. I waited for the ‘beckoning hand’ but nothing appeared so I 
entered and closed the door after me. Laura wasn’t to be seen. I walked 
slowly down the corridor until I came to the door of the bedroom. From 
inside I could hear noises. I listened closely and thought it sounded like
moaning, and I don’t mean in pain !  I pushed the door a little and looked
inside. Laura was on the bed, and my mouth dropped open when I saw what 
she was doing..

Laura had a large black dildo pushed up her pussy and was working it hard 
inside of her. The plastic cock was glistening with her juices. She was 
dressed in a black corset with her tits exposed over the top, black suspenders
and stockings. She wore a black leather choker with studs around it. He arse
was bucking off the bed as she worked the dildo in and out of her. She 
looked over at me and said, "Either fuck off or come and suck on my tits".
Well it was an invitation!. I dropped off my jeans and shirt and almost ran to
the bed. I bit down on her swelling breasts and sucked on her nipples. Laura
almost screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I continued nibbling but
I was aware that she’d stopped with the dildo. She put her hands around my
head and pushed me down to her pussy. I was looking forward to eating her 
out and slid my tongue greedily over her shaved lips and lapped up the 
juices. It tasted odd, slightly salty. I realised quickly that she was full of
come and she was now forcing me to ‘clean’ her out. I pulled my head away 
a little but she forced it back. I didn’t want this so I pulled away
forcefully 
and rolled off the bed. "Well, you wanted me to be a slut" she jeered. "Yes,
but I draw the line at eating other men’s spunk" I spat back.

She grinned and rolled away from me slightly giving me a lovely view of 
her rounded arse. "So, take it out on me - get your own back then !" she 
goaded and moved her fingers back down to her pussy. They rubbed inside a 
little but she withdrew them, glistening with a mixture of spunk, pussy 
juices and saliva. She moved her index finger to her anus and pushed it 
inside easily. She rolled over onto her stomach and threw her legs wide. She
pushed another finger up her arse and started to rub around in circular 
motions. I looked at her pussy, glistening wet. I knelt behind her and 
lowered myself down and thrust my cock hard into her snatch. "Mmmmm, 
that’s nice" she cooed. I thrust hard into her, as though to punish her. She
grunted a little but kept rubbing her ass-hole. I wanted her to really feel my
cock so I moved my arms higher and levered myself to a steeper angle and 
thrust back down. "Aaaarrggghhh" was all she managed and I could feel my 
spunk building. As I neared the end of my resistance, I used one hand to pull
the fingers from her ass and then pulled my cock from her pussy and pushed
my head against her tight, puckered anus. I grunted and shot my load over 
her ass. Spurt after spurt hit her bud and slid down between her legs. "Oh,
shit that’s hot !" she cried and then squealed a little as she came.

I fell onto the bed next to her to recover. I guess I must have fallen asleep
as 
the next thing I remember was a strange sensation. I opened my eyes and 
looked down to see Laura rubbing a vibrator over my already stiff cock. 
"Oh, you’re awake then !" she said and immediately dropped the vibro and 
shuffled up the bed so she was squatting over my cock. She held it pointing
at her pussy and then dropped her hips to impale herself on it. I looked at
her 
tits bouncing free above her corset and moved my hands to grip them but 
realised I couldn’t move them. They had been tied above my head to the 
bedframe. Not hard, just with soft rope and I had some movement, but it was
clear that I wasn’t going anywhere. I moved my legs and realised again that
my ankles were tied. Laura was now bouncing away on my cock and 
whispering to herself ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’ and she rubbed my cock inside of 
her. She lowered her head down to my ear and whispered "Slutish enough 
for you ?". I moaned as I felt my second orgasm building inside of me. She
sensed I was close and stopped moving. She turned around and moved her 
ass backwards towards me. I could see spunk was still smeared around her 
anus as she lowered her pussy to my mouth. I licked furiously at first and
then found her clitty. I sucked hard and felt her stiffen. She was now 
wanking me and I knew I wouldn’t last long. I sucked for all I was worth 
and she squealed as she came. Her juices tasted slightly sweeter for a second
but I lost control myself and spurted hard, my ass leaving the bed as my hips
bucked. She put her mouth around my head and took the full force of my 
come in her mouth.

We relaxed and she rolled off me. She quickly untied my ankles and wrists 
and lay beside me on the bed. "Shit, Laura, that was powerful" was all I 
could manage. She giggled and gave my cock a small squeeze. "I said I was 
good" she replied, and continued "I like your body Paul. You have a nice 
cock, not the biggest I’ve had but stiff and receptive - I like fucking you".
I 
felt my ego swell. I didn’t think this was normal ‘business’ talk - she said I
wasn’t the biggest. She could have said how she’d never had anyone better 
etc.. I really felt she was genuine.

I sat on the edge of the bed and found my jeans. I looked inside my wallet -
untouched from when I entered. Even though I was asleep enough to be tied 
up, she didn’t take advantage of me in the other way. I pulled out the agreed
number of notes and paused before drawing out an extra 10 note. I put it on
the dresser. I got dressed and turned to look at her. Laura looked peaceful.
Her legs were slightly bent which only made her stockings look even more 
gorgeous on her lovely legs. She looked up at me and said "Like to make 
another appointment ?" Now, that was a silly question !.  We agreed on next
weekend but I said my mind was too addled to come up with a ‘theme’ just 
yet. I said I’d call her and let her know what I wanted.


....ooOOoo....


The rest of the weekend was a blur. I was physically exhausted for the rest
of Saturday and all through Sunday and the next few days I couldn’t get 
Laura out of my mind. I felt like a kid at Christmas - I knew I had a ‘treat’
coming. This time though, I could decide on what the ‘treat’ would be !. I
had some very erotic dreams over the next couple of nights and it was the 
last of these that gave me the impetus to call Laura. We went through our 
code words, and I put my request to Laura. She thought for a few seconds 
before answering and said that what I had in mind sounded fun and she 
giggled like a schoolgirl. I felt pleased that I seemed to be making her 
happy.

When I split with my wife, I found I had some of her clothes. But these 
weren’t clothes she actually wore - they were ones I had bought for her and
she worn only once. I had bought her a ‘naughty schoolgirl’ outfit - short
black pleated skirt, stockings, tight white blouse and necktie. I had 
fantasised about it and goaded my wife into trying it. It had happened once
and she had played the naughty girl part quite well but she hadn’t enjoyed it.
The clothes had been stored in one of my cupboards and when I moved out, 
I found the clothes had been packed for me. I wanted Laura to wear them 
now, to act out the fantasies my wife found so difficult to do.

In fairness to Susan, there had been quite a bit of embarrassment 
surrounding the ‘outfit’.  On the one occasion she had worn it, we had been
surprised by Jane returning early from a night-out with her friends - it had
never happened before !  Jane was fourteen at the time and well aware of the
sorts of things that went on and what adults got up to. She was well 
developed for her age and had lovely rounded legs (from her mother) and 
nice boobs (not from her mother !). Jane came home as Susan was bent over 
my knees being spanked. Susan’s arse was well exposed and framed by the 
stockings and suspenders. Jane stood in the doorway with a curious 
expression until the realisation hit her and she went bright red and ran 
upstairs. Susan stood up and fumed at me. She called me a pervert and ran 
upstairs herself. I let things quiet down before knocking on Jane’s door to
explain. I sat on her bed and tried to explain these ‘feelings’ that men have
etc.. but Jane understood and sat smirking at me all of the time. It was that
look and that understanding that I got from Laura. Don’t get me wrong, I 
never thought of my daughter in a sexual way but I knew that she would 
become an attractive woman and probably a sexy one at that.

That was the beginning of the end between Susan and myself.


....ooOOoo....


I was looking forward to seeing Laura and playing out the schoolgirl 
fantasy. Since the spilt with Susan I’d wanted to ‘exorcise’ the ghost. 
Saturday afternoon arrived and I couldn’t wait to get round there. But I’d
forgotten one thing, namely Jane. We had agreed that she’d spend the day 
with me weeks ago and in all of my recent excitement I’d completely 
forgotten.

In fact, I was nearly out of the door when she arrived. As soon as I saw her,
I realised my mistake and welcomed her inside. We said the usual ‘hello’s 
and got comfortable. We would go out shopping later and then for a meal 
before I dropped her back at her mothers. Quite some time had gone by 
before it occurred to me that I’d not phone Laura to let her know I wouldn’t
be able to make it. I excused myself to Jane and went into the hall. It was a
brief call and Laura was wonderfully understanding. The way she moaned in 
a girly voice ‘Oh, but I was soooo looking forward to it’ got me stiff.  I
went 
back to the lounge but Jane had popped upstairs, I presumed to get ready to
go out.

When she came back downstairs after a few minutes, my eyes nearly popped 
out of my sockets. She had found the bag containing the uniform intended 
for Laura and was now standing before me dressed in the very short pleated
skirt, stockings and suspenders, high black heels and tight blouse. I moved
my mouth a little but couldn’t say anything. She spoke first. "Laura upset or
was she o.k. with you missing your appointment ?". I mouthed silently again
trying to think of answers and realising that my daughter looked damn sexy.
"I know her, by the way. We’re not friends but acquaintances. I saw her last
weekend at a party and got chatting". I recovered my composure and started
to explain about men’s needs etc.. I knew she was a big girl and would 
understand, I only hoped she wouldn’t tell her mother. What she said next 
made me certain it would go no further.

"Oh yes, it was a good night. Laura was with her pimp and I was with mine.
What’s up Dad, didn’t you know I was on the game ?  I’m ‘Chantalle’ - I 
have the room above Laura. We don’t meet, she only does a few days but 
I’m there most nights. School’s not a problem and I get to study in-between
fucks. I quite enjoy it and the money should put me through college - Laura
has the same plan".

I couldn’t speak. I flopped down into the chair and tried to take in what she
was saying. I started to get angry with her - but she soon put a stop to that.
"Don’t get angry Dad and don’t try to stop me. Laura’s careful, she takes 
photos of her ‘clients’, she showed me yours but it wasn’t very clear. But
when she said you wanted her to dress as a schoolgirl, I knew for certain".
She giggled and ran her fingertips down the length of the suspenders and 
into the top of the stockings. "So, I have evidence that you’ve been fucking
a fourteen year-old girl. Yes, fourteen. Now, she may be a prostitute but it’s
still called paedophillia". She let the words sink in. I was crushed.

"Now," she continued, "I’ll get changed and we can go shopping. How 
about you buy me something nice..."

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