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A S.L.U.T.™ ADVENTURE
(Swinging Lifestylers United Together)
PROSEX™ STORIES series. Collect ’em all.
This story is XXX for ADULTS ONLY! It contains graphic descriptions of
sexual activity, LOTS of sexual activity. Copyright © 1999 Positively
Pagan. All Rights Reserved.
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JANET FOR HIRE Part Three
by Taliesin, the Bard
Lesiah Thrace and Beatrice McConnell began exploring the second floor.
They went through the door at the far end of the hallway. The door
opened on another corridor running perpendicular to the first. Sounds –
music, laughter, applause and, unmistakably, sex – emanated from the
corridor’s far end and the two women set off in that direction.
Cautiously they approached the corridor’s end that widened to admit them
to a large, bright, theatre-like room. Dozens of men and women were
seated at tables around a stage upon which two nude actresses were the
center of attention of six nude actors. Large screen video monitors
placed strategically around the room showed the action on stage in
detail
“This looks interesting,” remarked Bea, her hand habitually seeking her
cunt. Lesi nodded agreement.
Meanwhile, their companions Harlan Robesen and Tolland True, in the
restaurant downstairs, were about to be introduced to another of the
indigenous inhabitants of the unusual establishment. Janet had been
telling of her travels around the United States, relating stories of
sexual encounters in various cities, recalling nights when she had gang
fucked twenty or thirty men or more, spectacular orgies, encounters with
women. The insatiable whore had nearly as many tales as the S.L.U.T.s
and their companions. She was finishing by saying: “I never stay long
in any one place. I dunno, I guess I like to travel. I think six
months is the most I’ve stayed anyplace in years. I’ve got friends in
Chicago, the ol’ home town, so after Denver next week I think I’ll go….”
She stopped short, pointed to a figure approaching their booth, a figure
that was a most unusual specimen of feminine pulchritude, a figure that
had entered the restaurant from a rear door and walked directly toward
them. The figure stopped a few feet from them and raised then lowered
the hem of her dress.
The girl was about five feet tall and probably weighed no more than a
hundred pounds. She was, perhaps, an albino. Her skin was pale, eyes
clear like ice. Her hair was platinum blonde and hung to her shoulders,
the fine strands framing a soft, ingenuous face. Her only garment was a
simple brown frock that accented nicely the cream coloring of her
flawless skin. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair matched the hair on her
head for color and, as True would soon find out, was also of the same
silky texture.
“Hello.” Janet acknowledged the girl who made no reply except to once
more expose her vulva.
“She doesn’t speak,” Janet explained. “Ever. I’ve never heard her
anyway. But she understands English. French and Spanish too, I don’t
know what else. And she won’t let you leave here until you fuck her.
That I know.”
“Do you have a name?” Harlan asked the girl.
Her response was to lift again the hem of her short frock. He pussy was
beautiful and inviting. After a moment she let the hem drop back down.
It covered her crotch, but barely.
“She only responds with sex or to sex,” Janet stated. “I’ve seen her on
the streets, and she often comes in here. She’s been around here longer
than I have, since this placed opened I think, like almost a year ago.
Harry feeds her, but we don’t know where she lives, anythin’ like that.
She’ll take money for sex but she never asks for it.”
“You’re very pretty,” Harlan told the girl. “You hungry?”
Again the raised skirt and a few seconds later the drop down.
“She probably fucks at least ten, fifteen times a night. She walks up
to somebody and if they aren’t ready to do her right then she moves on
to the next. It’s unusual that she’s standin’ here so long.”
“Let me try something,” Harlan suggested. He knew some sign language,
not much, but he could finger spell. An old college buddy of his had
been deaf.
Harlan held up his right hand and signed,
“My-name-is-Harlan-what-is-yours?”
The girl’s response was once again the raising and lowering of the hem
of her frock.
“Allow me.” True hadn’t spoken in a while but had been studying the
girl and her actions with sincere interest. Janet and Harlan turned to
him.
With his left hand, True made a gesture that was not part of any known
sign language but obviously conveyed something to the girl. Immediately
she turned and bent at the waist, her frock riding up over her ass and
exposing her cunt and ass hole for entry. This time her sex holes
stayed exposed.
“I’m impressed,” said Harlan, “and not just with the quality of the
young lady’s sexual apparatus. Good move, True.”
“Don’t be,” said Janet. “Impressed that is. Maybe she recognized that
sign you made, whatever it was, maybe she didn’t. It could be she’s
just getting impatient. She really wants to fuck.”
Clearly this was the case. The girl’s pussy hole was dripping feminine
fuck juice. The lips were pink and ripe.
“Then let us oblige her,” said True. He looked around. “Where…?”
“You could do it right here. I don’t think anybody’d mind.” Janet
gestured for them to look around the room; the management clearly
tolerated open displays of affectionate sexuality if not outright
encouraging them. No one was actually fucking, but there were several
erotic embraces in progress. “Or you could go upstairs. But she’ll do
it anywhere and anyway you like. She does like the alley out back.
Don’t know why. Go past the restrooms, the door leads out. If it
locks, just come back around the front when you’re done.”
True stood up. The girl took his hand in her own and skipping along
headed toward the restrooms.
“True’s in for a good time,” Janet said to Harlan. “I’ve been with her
a few times, once or twice with both my fists inside her. She’s got an
amazing pussy, sweet as honey and soft as velvet.”
“I’m sure.”
(continued)
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