| Whoring Them Out "You'll be expected to be there at 7 PM, Mary Jo, and you're booked for four hours," Brenda Styles said to the young woman she was speaking to on the phone. "That's right darling, you'll be earning a whole $100. Just think of all the things you can buy with that kind of money and all for doing something you love doing," she smiled. "Oh, don't thank me dear – you thanked me enough last weekend. Oh, don't forget to wear what I suggested." Brenda hung up the phone and fixed herself a drink. She knew that at heart she was evil and unprincipled, but she so loved her job. Until she had that drunken night with Mary Jo's mother last year, it never would have occurred to her. Men were more trouble than they were worth. The only good thing a man had ever done for her was to get her pregnant with her lovely, delicious daughters. Faith and Hope were the lights of her life and the naughtiest, kinkiest little sluts a mom could ever want to know. How did two girls not yet 14 years of age be so sexually precocious? Brenda didn't know, but she thanked God every day that they were. If it had not been for her little teen sluts, she would never have found her calling in life – to be pimping out some of the cutest girls in town to women equally as depraved as she. Oddly enough, it had been the younger Faith who had started things off. Her daughter, body still developing, had a million questions for her mommy. The precocious 12-year old wanted to know a lot about sex and her questions didn't seem to want to end. Brenda was a patient woman and she answered all of them. One of Faith's final questions was the catalyst. "Mommy, what's a lesbian?" Brenda answered honesty. "Darling, a lesbian is a woman who loves other women. She has sex with other women." "Don't you love me?" "What a silly question. Of course I do." "Then why don't you have sex with me?" The petite little blonde pushed her mother down on the bed and began kissing her. It turned out later that Faith was a little more calculating than she had seemed. With no small degree of guile, the little pre-teen lesbian had been intent on seducing her mommy. She and the babysitter had been having sex for six months. Faith's agile little tongue licked all over her mommy's sleek, tanned body and into the hidden crevices. She even was so bold as to lick her mommy's asshole. Faith turned out to be an adept, pre-teen slut who could bring her mommy off, over and over again. "I shouldn't have let you do that," Brenda gasped. "But I did and I know I'll let you do it again, you were too fucking good for me to let it stop." "Mommy, you swore," Faith giggled and pinched her mommy's nipple. "That's okay though, Glenda swears when we have sex. She calls me a naughty little cunt. I like it, it makes me feel all grown up," she told her mom. "I can't believe you and that gorgeous, beautiful redhead are having sex," Brenda sighed. "Next time she sits for us, when I drive her home, I'm going to make a pass at her and see what she does. I'd love to get into her panties," the depraved mother grinned. "She'd let you, she's a slut too," Faith giggled. "I know, why don't you have her stay the night and we can all play? Wouldn't you like to watch me have sex with another teenage girl?" "Oh God darling, yes, of course, but if your sister found out, we could get in trouble," Brenda said to her daughter. Faith cuddled up close. "Nuh-uh. I was thinking I might make a move on Hope myself, she's got boobies and nice long, legs, like you, Mommy. I want to eat her pussy. Tell you what – if I can seduce Hope tomorrow, you can have Glenda sit for us Saturday," Faith told her mom. "I'll help stir up the pot," said Brenda, shivering in anticipation. "You only have a half day of school tomorrow, so I'll take you shopping. I'll get you both some big girl underwear and you can wear it to bed. I'm sure once you get that hot little tongue of yours into your sister's cunt, she won't be able to resist you," Brenda smirked. That was exactly how it had gone down. When her daughters went to school, Brenda laundered their sheets and added silk sheets to both beds instead. She fixed them a favorite meal and took them shopping. The clerk at the store flirted with the girls as she winked at Brenda. She always felt comfortable buying her lingerie at Nicolette's, because no one there judged you for your little fetishes. She was glad that her ex had come through with his child support this month or she would not have been able to afford the luxury. At about 10 PM that night, Brenda heard sighs, moans and gasps coming from the direction of her daughters' bedroom. She crept down the hall, knowing full well what she would find. She wasn't entirely correct in her assumption. She looked into the girls' bedroom and was pleasantly surprised to find the nearly-14 year old Hope between her sister's legs, licking her pussy like an expert. Even Brenda, with her years of experience having sex with young women, would have been hard pressed to beat her daughter's enthusiasm. Faith had her hand in her sister's curly brown hair and was egging her on with heated words. Brenda figured that there was no time like the present and jumped into bed with her girls. Hope was a bit surprised to find her mommy in bed with them, but once Brenda's tongue lashed along her tiny little pussy, she didn't voice any objections. All one could hear were breathy sighs and the aroma of sweet, young cunt was filling the room. Brenda knew that over the last few days, she had reached the point of no return, but she didn't care. If it was wrong to have sex with your daughters, she wanted to be the consummate bitch. They looked so sexy in their lingerie and new heels that she craved them more than she would ever have believed possible. When Glenda came over to babysit, they all pounced on her. Brenda had the little redhead ride her face while her girls covered Glenda's body with kisses. Then, they went on to the really kinky shit. Brenda broke out her leather outfits, boots, some whips, oils, vibes and a dildo. Before Saturday night was even half done, every article had been used and everyone had lost count of their orgasms. Glenda promised to babysit any time she was asked, for free. She told Brenda that she would almost pay for sex that good. Thinking back to that day, Brenda wondered if that had been the germ of her perverted scheme, the beginning of it all. Because she saw no point in denying how sexy her girls were, she let them flaunt it. They were allowed to go to school dressed like the little sluts that they were. They got teased for it, but most of their girlfriends envied them their freedom and for having such a cool mom. Only one of the girls' teachers sent home a note of objection and after a private "conference" with that teacher, the issue was resolved. Life was going very well for Brenda and her girls. She didn't have to go out looking for dates as often as she had in the past because she had two and very willing teen pussies at home to play with. There were times Brenda missed having the company of women her own age, but when Libby Tilson moved in down the street, Brenda's problem was solved. The sexy mommy went down the street to introduce herself to Libby and was smitten with her. She was an exquisite, petite little beauty with gorgeous doe eyes. When she spoke of her husband, Brenda could tell, she'd seen the type before – bored housewife, desperately searching for an adventure and with no idea of how to find it. As she sat across from the curvy, delectable 31-year old Libby, Brenda knew that she was going to provide the adventure. With a bit of guile, she would transform Libby into her pussy slave and make the woman her bitch. It took a bit of time to accomplish, but aside from that, it was relatively effortless. She would meet Libby every day for coffee and dress a bit more provocative than the young wife was used to. When Libby would comment, Brenda would pile on the flattery. "You could wear outfits like this baby, you have the body for it," Brenda would tell her little friend. "I still can't believe you have a little girl, you don't look like you're much older than girl yourself." That was true, when she found out Libby had a 12-year old, she was surprised. "Let me buy you something sexy and I'll prove to you that you have a body as hot as mine." Libby protested, but not too much. Her husband could be very cheap and it had been a long time since she'd had a new outfit. However, she never would have expected anything like the cheap, tight and tawdry leather miniskirt and stiletto heels that Brenda bought for her. The top was almost indecent, with holes cut in it, revealing a lot of flesh, save for the important spots. "I look like a slut," Libby complained. "Yeah, but you also look hot, like a MILF," Brenda giggled. Libby had no idea what the term meant and blushed when Brenda explained. "I'm not ... what you said," she grinned. "Oh yeah, you are," Brenda said. "I'd do you in a heartbeat, you're a fucking sexy bitch." Libby gasped, as she had no idea her new friend was a lesbian. After a few more cups of coffee, something inside of her dared to ask the question. "Would you really – you know – DO me?" Brenda wanted to do a little dance, she HAD what she wanted. To prove her sincerity, she dragged Libby upstairs and into bed. By the time they were done, the old Libby was gone. Even her personality had undergone a metamorphosis. She was bolder and dressed in a much sexier manner. Libby Tilson had let her inner slut out of the bottle and there was no putting the lid back on. When Brenda confessed her new adventures to her little pussy slave, she wasn't sure how Libby would react. Never, not in a million years, would she have expected the reaction she'd gotten. "God, that's hot," Libby sighed and buried her face in her mistress' cunt. When she came up for air, she said "Your daughters are gorgeous, Brenda. I'd love to fuck them the way you do. I'd even pay good money to do it." It all seemed to fall into place. Brenda's ex was not steady with his payments and she hated her job. She knew a lot of sexy, perverted women, some a bit older than Libby and herself, some younger. Her daughters had lots of gorgeous girlfriends and she was sure that she could find out from Hope and Faith which of their friends might like to earn a little extra money. She decided that she would pimp some cute, underaged pussy and doubted she would have any trouble finding clients. In fact, her first client was eagerly licking her box at this very moment. "Libby slut, did you mean what you just said to me?" Brenda asked. Libby came up for air and blinked. "I'm not sure, about ...?" "Paying money to fuck my girls. Would you?" Libby sighed. "In a heartbeat." "If you can come up with $200, I'll have them at your home Friday night," Brenda told her astonished fuck toy. Libby gasped and ran for her purse. She came back with $200 plus an additional $100 for expenses. "Dress them up in pretty lingerie and heels, if this isn't enough, I'll add more," Libby practically salivated. "Oh God, I love what a slut I've become. I'm going to fuck two girls that are young enough to be my daughters. Two little sluts, all to myself." When Brenda told her girls, naturally, the little whores were thrilled. They both thought Mrs. Tilson was hot and they knew her daughter from school. The fact that they were earning a lot of money made them extra-eager. That night in bed, the two little bitches almost exhausted their horny mommy. The girls arrived at Libby's house at 7 PM, precisely. Now that her girls knew about her relationship with Libby, she gave Libby a huge kiss hello and dropped off her girls. Brenda caught a glimpse of Libby's daughter, who she had only met in passing. It wouldn't be too long before the daughter was a little teen hottie. She had a slender, lovely body with budding little breasts and long, coltish legs. Her dark red hair framed a lovely face and it seemed to burn with curiosity. Brenda shivered as she thrilled to the thought that this little thing was friends with her girls. Perhaps in time, her girls could be convinced to invite Mary Jo over for a "slumber party". If Brenda had her evil way, there would be absolutely NO slumber. The night with Libby was a success. Hope and Faith came home the next morning with huge smiles on their faces and an extra $25 each. "We're fucked out, Mommy," Faith giggled. "I think Libby – Mrs. Tilson – is almost as big a slut as you are. She used her toys on both of us and made us do naughty things to each other, we even used a double-dildo and she wanted us to fuck her in the ass." "Tell her Faith, tell her," Hope squealed, hopping up and down. "Oh, yeah. Around midnight, we saw Mary Jo peeking in looking at us all. She must have got up to get a drink of water or something. Anyway, when we told Libby about that, she had the biggest orgasm EVER!" Faith giggled. "I think she wants to fuck her daughter mommy, I think she wants to – well, be like us." Brenda invited her friend for coffee a few mornings later. Just coffee, she had to keep her mind on business. She quizzed Libby about the evening and when she got to the part of the evening where Mary Jo had spied on them, she didn't hesitate. "Do you want to have sex with your own little girl?" She asked Libby. "Do you want to fuck Mary Jo the way that I fuck with my babies?" "She isn't even thirteen yet!" Libby gasped. Brenda squeezed her hand, hard, to remind her that her questions were to be answered truthfully. "Yes, God damn it, YES, I want my little girl to be my fuck toy!" "There, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" Brenda said, letting go. "We'll make that happen for you, but there is a price. First, you must let me and the girls train her. Once she is a fully functional little slut, she's yours. Second, she is going to work for me. I'm going to find myself a stable of teen and tween whores to pimp out and make myself rich. You can help me run things discreetly. I'll pay you a salary, give you a good rate for any of the little bitches you want to fuck and my girls will be made available to you, every so often," Brenda smiled evilly. "We'll both be earning good money and drowning in sweet pussy. If I can be smart enough with this operation and play my cards right, you can divorce that idiot you're married to and live with Mary Jo somewhere else, maybe even a nice condo," she grinned. Of course, the now-depraved Libby was thrilled. She told her daughter that Faith and Hope were going to tutor her in some of her weaker subjects. That never happened. She and Brenda had it all set up. Mary Jo stayed the night and at bedtime, she was given some of Faith's old lingerie to wear. The girls played "dress up", fixing each other's hair and talking. When the subject turned to sex, Mary Jo confessed to her friends that she had seen them having sex with her mom. "Your mom is a lezzie slut, but that's okay, we like lezzie sluts," Faith giggled. "We both like girls and we've been with a lot of girls. Our Mommy likes girls, she'd love your gorgeous body. But we want to have you first, is that okay?" Brenda was spying on all of this. She saw the gleam in the lovely redhead's green eyes as she nodded excitedly. Almost at once, Faith was between her legs. To Brenda's astonishment, when Hope lowered her lightly-furred cunt to the little girl's mouth, she licked at it for all she was worth. Had the girl been paying that close attention at what she had seen or was she a true little lezzie whore at heart? Brenda let the girls play for almost an hour and when she joined them, Mary Jo was all ready to have her virginity taken by a strap-on. Brenda let Hope do the honors as a reward, while she let the little girl eat her cunt and see if she could get her off. Boy, did she EVER! It would only take a few more training sessions to turn the little teen into the kind of little lezzie cutie her mom needed. Libby and Mary Jo would never again be the same. It hardly seemed possible that all of that had been a year ago. Brenda had a list of over 50 girls, some of age, many who were in their early teens or a bit younger. She was somewhat surprised at how many depraved women were out there, women who would pay good money to have sex with a young girl. Her client list was easily 5 X as large as her stable of girls, and growing every day. Just yesterday, the "teacher" who'd had an issue with her girls' manner of dress had booked a weekend in the Bahamas with them. The outfits she had requested they wear were far more scandalous than anything Brenda would have let them wear to school. Brenda looked through her appointment book. A few of her girls had bookings tonight and Libby was taking her girls out to dinner and then, a little "girls only" party at an underground swing club they had discovered. Brenda might have been bored, but a recent contact had yielded a potential new candidate. The girl was a friend of Hope's, a luscious little black girl named Aisha. Her mom was a friend of Libby's and knew the score. As a single-parent home, they needed to find extra money and the 5'8" fourteen-year old had the potential to be a big earner. She picked up the phone and dialed. "Hello Janine, it's Brenda Styles," she purred sweetly. "VERY well darling, how about yourself? Good. Listen, I've got a quiet evening going on and I wondered if Aisha might be available for a job interview? She is? Wonderful! Have her here for 7 PM, there's a good girl. No, I'll bring her home – but you shouldn't expect her back much before midnight. Tomorrow isn't a school day," she cooed before hanging up. |