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Ladies Of The Night
Belinda looked at the middle-age man sitting across from her in his
car; he was slightly overweight, with balding grey hair, penetrating
dark eyes that now had a gleam of sexual lust. They were parked in a
deserted alleyway, off the streets of San Francisco's sex-and-sin
street, Broadway; it was a common spot for business transactions,
providing the john couldn't afford a motel room.
"So mister, pay first, service second. You know the drill?"
"Yeah, sure do. You girls getting younger every day, you don't look
hardly legal."
"I'm seventeen," she lied, being only sixteen. "Show me the
money, huh?" Belinda wiggled around, trying to pull the hem of her
black leather mini-skirt down a little. Her long, slender legs in the
fish-net stockings were cramped in the car, and the tall high-heels
were killing her feet. But she did feel the slightest tingle of sexual
anticipation - she loved the power of hooking, how she could get the
johns nearly helpless with her highly skilled expertise.
The john leaned forward, reached out to tentatively touch her long red
wavy hair, studying her creamy complexion, the wide green eyes. "You
a doll, you know it? Let me see your titties, just a glimpse, then
I'll give you the cash."
Belinda sighed, as if put upon, but lifted her tightly-fitted leather
top, letting her full, bounteous breasts spill forward, always braless.
The cool night air hit her naked skin, made her nipples erect and she
saw the john's eyes widen, his lips part, the tip of his tongue
appear, almost drooling with anticipation. She quickly pulled the top
back down, said, "Where's the cash, and we'll get down to it. You
ready, huh?"
He groaned, put a hand to his crotch, where he rubbed the massive
erection bulging between his legs, pressing against his zippered
crotch. "You got it. I want it." He pulled his wallet out, said,
"Here you go, twenty bucks, right?"
"You just want a blow job, that all? Cause more, it'll cost you."
Belinda felt her pussy throb, her cunt getting wet; this was her first
trick of the night, and contrary to what some pros said about not being
aroused, she always felt the high of arousal - but perhaps it was
more from the powerful hold she had over the man, than the actual sex.
She loved knowing she was in control...and for one brief moment, she
had a flashback to her helplessness as her step-dad had first raped
her, when she was only twelve. Shaking her head to rid it of the image,
she vowed she'd NEVER be powerless again!
The john was holding out the cash with one hand, and unzipping with the
other, his erection springing out, rigid and exposed. She took the
cash, stuffed it in her tiny purse, then slid over close to the man,
letting her hand reach for his hard-on, putting a finger at the tip
where pre-cum oozed. He groaned, said, "Oooh, that feels damn good. I
want you to suck me off good. Wife never will, thinks
it's...disgusting. Hey baby, you ever seen such a big one?"
Belinda tossed her hair over her shoulder, leaned forward, her hand
grasping his hot, throbbing flesh...beginning to manipulate it slowly,
making the oozing wetness increase from the sensitive tip. The man
stopped her from moving down, his hand on her chin, asking, "Can
I...kiss you? You so beautiful, baby-flesh almost..."
She shook her head adamantly, said firmly, "Nope. No kissing, no
fondling of my body, that'll cost more. Just a blow job, that's our
deal."
He asked, "How much more would it cost...?"
"Twenty more for fondling my body, fifty for full nakedness, the
kissing, if we take more than thirty minutes, it goes up." Belinda
loved this, the feeling of control, her hand stroking him and yet
knowing that she controlled the timing, making him hunger and ache for
more. She suddenly removed her hand, and he gasped, letting her chin
go, leaning back, begging, "Just do it, suck me...that's what I
want, all I can afford."
She leaned down, her mouth making shocking contact with his thick,
throbbing erection, tilting her head so that it stayed clear of the
steering wheel, now licking the cock-tip, tonguing the ridge beneath,
making him lift his hips slightly, groan and grunt, exclaim, "Jesus
Christ, that's damn good!"
Belinda teased him for a moment, building his excitement, feeling how
the head swelled almost to bursting beneath her skilled manipulations,
hearing him grunting and thrusting up, wanting her to take it fully
into her mouth. She stalled, licking and caressing his erection, up and
down the long, thick shaft, feeling his excitement making her excited
too; she wished she could touch her teeming pussy, but instead she felt
the contact of the narrow g-string she wore beneath her bikini panties
riding into her crotch, teasing her clit and she began to sway
slightly, feeling the motion make her hot. Suddenly she devoured the
man's massive erection, her mouth swallowing him as deeply as
possible, shoving the head into her throat as she angled her head to
capture him fully. He rose up, giving a deep, guttural cry and began to
fuck her face, his voice rough as he urged, "Fuck it, fuck me with
your mouth, suck it baby, yeah!"
She fucked him, her mouth going up and down, working harder and harder
to make his ride fast, faster and he bucked beneath her, rising and
falling, his breathing coming quickly now, rasping and speechless as
she consumed him, her mouth meeting his crotch-hair, swallowing and
making her throat close over his hard erection, feeling the swelling,
his imminent moment of engorgement, then the hot, salty cum starting to
shoot into her throat, loads of it, some dribbling back into her mouth,
out over her lips. He was climaxing hard, his whole body rigid, his
pelvis lifted forward, her head pressing against the steering wheel,
but she brought him off totally, sucking and sucking for the last drop,
then slowly rising from him as his penis began to go slack.
He was still stunned from the pleasure, his body beginning to relax,
but his eyes were on her face as she licked the cum off her lips,
swallowing it. She felt her pussy throbbing for release, but tried to
put it aside, not wanting to let go in front of the john. She grinned,
said, "I work this corner weekends, maybe we'll do this again."
The man's eyes were glazed with lust as he nodded, saying in a
whipped voice, "Jesus, I never had a better blow job. You give good
head, damn sure do. Yeah, I'll look for you again. Want to give me
your name?"
She said simply, "Belinda." Then slipped from the car, leaned back
in the window, said, "I am on the corner at dark, Friday, Saturday
nights."
Then seeing the man's leering gaze at her, she knew she had him
'hooked.' He'd be back, a regular. And that was what she wanted,
depended upon.
* * * * * *
The night was cool, foggy, a typical San Francisco night, and Broadway
was alive with the decadent, dark sexuality that thrived in murky bars,
neon lights, skin shows and secluded alleyways. Belinda stood for a few
moments on her corner, seeing another gal on the next block, a hooker
with bleached blond hair and voluptuous curves clad in red,
crotch-riding short-shorts and revealing red lace bikini top. She'd
noticed the gal several nights ago, no doubt new.
Belinda thought back to when she'd only been here a week, how she'd
had to stake out her territory - after arriving at the bus depot and
being propositioned by a Cuban pimp. Getting around him hadn't been
easy, but she'd managed fine. She was tough, street-wise, having run
away from home at fourteen (after her step-dad had fucked her regularly
from the first time at twelve). She always carried a concealed
switch-blade, and a razorblade sewn inside her leather skirt. Belinda
had prided herself on staying alive and safe; she didn't do drugs,
and never allowed a pimp to own her. One day, she wanted to get out of
this life...
"You having a good night?"
Belinda turned at the sound of the smooth, seductive female voice to
see a tall, raven-haired woman peering at her. She had not heard the
approach of footsteps, and was puzzled...but sometimes the fog did
muffle noises. "It's slow," she said, wondering if this was
competition?
The woman moved in front of her, and Belinda saw that she was dressed
elegantly, but provocatively - had on a calf-length, form-fitting
suede skirt that was split up the side to reveal a flash of her shapely
leg. A brown blouse with a high collar set off her pale, pale
face...red-lipsticked full lips that were smiling beneath dark,
piercing eyes studying her. Something about the woman made her uneasy,
and she asked, "I don't believe I've seen you around?"
"No, I don't work the streets. Not anymore." The woman lifted a
hand, gestured vaguely. "Seedy, this neighborhood. Wouldn't you
like something better?"
Belinda went on alert: Was this a pimp's proposal through a hooker?
But as if reading her mind the woman said in the smooth voice, "I am
not working for a pimp. I run a high-class call girl service, and
I've seen you around. You could join us, have it a lot better."
Shaking her head, Belinda stated, "Nope. Not me. I work for no one,
just myself."
"It's not exactly what you're thinking. You get to keep ALL your
profits. It's just a place to work, have space for the johns." She
smiled again. "Much better clientele, better earnings too."
That did interest Belinda. She looked closely at the woman; there was
something still vaguely disturbing about her - almost a strange glow
surrounding her presence. And that ghastly white makeup...it made her
face seem almost ghoulish. But perhaps it was something she did to
attract certain johns. Belinda said, "I'm listening."
The woman replied, "My name is Rowan. Why don't you come on over
and take a look at our place, see what you think." She hesitated,
staring deeply into Belinda's eyes, and for a moment, it was as if
Belinda was transfixed. "No obligation, just a visit."
Oddly, Belinda found herself nodding, agreeing and starting to trail
the woman down the street, where a snazzy black Jaquar was parked. As
they got into the expensive car, Belinda thought that if Rowan made the
kind of money to afford this car, then perhaps she WAS interested in
this offer, after all.
* * * * * *
When they pulled up to one of the magnificent Victorian houses in the
exclusive hillside neighborhood of Pacific Heights, Belinda was even
more impressed. She followed Rowan up the sidewalk, across the porch,
into the house...glittering with restored grandeur.
Stunned, Belinda stood just inside the door, gaping at the
high-ceilings and gleaming hardwood floors, the collection of antique
furniture, burnished brass and curving stairway that led up to a second
floor. Off to her left was a closed door, but she could hear subtle
laughter, guttural groans and noises that suggested sexual activities.
On her right was an open door, through which she could see several
beautiful, well-dressed young women lounging around on velvet sofas and
armchairs.
Rowan invited her along the hallway, then into a small room at the back
of the house; it was more modest, seeming to be an office with desk,
bookshelves, computer, file cabinets. Gesturing to a chair, Rowan said,
"Sit down a minute, and we'll discuss the details. I assume you
like what you've seen so far?"
Belinda nodded, feeling trashy in her street-hooking outfit. She tried
to feign a callus attitude, but feared it wasn't working. As she sat
in the chair, she noticed that there was a sudden change in Rowan -
her face became a little more animated, and she leaned very close to
Belinda, inhaling, as if to capture her scent. She put a cool finger on
Belinda's cheek, asking, "You are aroused, yes?"
And it was true, Belinda's arousal from earlier had not entirely
abated. And the blunt remark had the effect of making her clit throb
convulsively. Unable to deny it, she nodded, then felt the cool
fingertip trace her lips as Rowan knelt down, very close to her, and
asked in a husky voice, "Ever been with a woman?"
Shaking her head, Belinda thought back to how she'd always wondered
what it would be like - and some of the johns had often requested a
threesome, her and another woman with them. But she had not trusted any
female hooker, so had never had that experience. "Uh, I...never
really had the opportunity."
Rowan smiled that suggestive smile, running the tip of her red tongue
over her full lips, saying, "Ah, then you have no objection?"
Suddenly Belinda wondered if THAT was the purpose of this...a pickup, a
trick for Rowan with her? She blurted out, "No...but is that why you
brought me here, you want sex with me?"
Rowan shook her head, said, "Not exactly." She paused, leaned even
closer, so close her warm breath touched Belinda's face. "But I
find you very desirable and delicious. Here, we service the males, but
in our...free time, we indulge our own desires for lesbian tastes."
Belinda felt her face getting hot, but her pussy was steaming. She
imagined what it might be like to have sex with this cool, aloof
raven-haired older woman...and that made her almost tremble with
anticipation. Strangely, she felt incredibly attracted to Rowan - but
in more than just a purely sexual, physical way. It was as if the woman
had a powerful, almost hypnotic allure...especially as she stared
steadily into Belinda's eyes. Mesmerized, Belinda was unable to move.
And oddly, she knew that she was not in control with this woman - but
her very helplessness increased her lustful craving.
When Rowan reached forward, one hand cupping Belinda's sensitive
breast, a spark of fire leapt between them. Belinda heard herself beg,
"Oh yes, touch me, please!"
Rowan lifted the tight-fitted leather top, pulling it over Belinda's
head, and leaving her naked to the waist. Belinda's full, swollen
breasts stood out prominently, the nipples achingly hard, and she
thrust her body forward, crying, "Touch me, please!"
Rowan's dark eyes never left Belinda's, holding her spellbound as
Rowan moved forward, her mouth going to the erect nipples, starting to
tease, nibble, and then suck in the hard orbs, licking and sucking,
making Belinda strain forward and arch her body into Rowan's embrace.
They stood, and were face-to-face, Rowan's hand at the back of
Belinda's neck, urging her forward and their mouths met, began to
kiss, lips opening, tongues mingling, the kiss deepening as Belinda
moaned, pressing her body into Rowan's, eager and burning with need.
She begged between kisses, "God, help me, I've never...been....I
need it, need something, touch me...ohhh, touch me down there,
please!"
And then, suddenly, Rowan pulled away, only her cool fingertips
lingering on Belinda's tight, hard nipples. "Soon, very soon. For
now, you must follow me upstairs. Come, come..."
Trancelike, Belinda followed Rowan out of the office, along the
hallway, up the winding stairway...totally unaware of the two young
women who came out of the large room and trailed along after them as
they went toward a bedroom along the second floor corridor. The women
had an evil, sinful gleam in their lust-glazed eyes, their lips parted
to reveal sharp, lethal fangs...
* * * * * *
Belinda barely noticed the cavernous bedroom lit with candles. It was
as if she felt luminous all through her body, afire, trembling with a
searing sexual heat that made her willing to follow helplessly. She'd
been aroused with the john earlier, but had never felt this peculiar
weakness for surrendering; all she wanted was to be with Rowan, to have
the voluptuous older woman possess her, to do her bidding.
Rowan remained close to Belinda, leading her across the oriental
carpet, holding her damp hand, squeezing it reassuringly, stroking the
palm and saying, "Yes, come, come to the throne of desire, where you
will fall beneath my spell, bewitched."
Massive, ponderous antique furniture, a dresser, wardrobe, long sofa,
wingchairs were arranged against the rose-patterned wallpaper, shadows
flickering from the many candles. At the far end sat an enormous oaken
poster-bed with carven lion's features at top and bottom, a sheer
burgundy fabric obscuring the bed. Rowen went forward, pulled back the
silky canopy of material, showing Belinda that the purple satin sheets
were turned back, ready for them.
Entranced, Belinda stood there motionless. Yet she was so wet that she
felt the flow on her leg, running from her cunt; and with each of
Rowan's touches, a light press of hand, a finger on her lips...she
was so near climax that she could barely contain it. She managed to
ask, "What do you...want of me?"
Rowan leaned forward, took both her swollen breasts in her hands,
lightly cupping and kneading them, bringing tears of pleasure to
Belinda's eyes. Rowan's fingertips playing with the erect nipples,
feather-light touches, the merest hint of pressure and then retreating.
Belinda moaned, rolling her eyes in her head, nearly faint with
desire...she'd never experienced anything remotely like this.
Rowan told her to close her eyes, and then Belinda felt hands
undressing her, pulling her tight skirt down over her hips, whispery
voices all around her, making her curious. But she kept her eyes shut,
for Rowan said, "Don't peek, now, just stay still, lovely, innocent
one. Soon we shall pleasure you beyond measure."
When she was pressed back, then down on the cool satin sheets, Belinda
sank into the soft mattress without resistance. Then there were more
whispery noises, the low hum of female voices, the swish of fabric,
perhaps clothing being removed...and then, Belinda felt the moist,
sweet sensation of sucking at her breasts. Opening her eyes, she saw
Rowan astraddle of her naked body, thin, strong thighs on either side
of her, slender white, nude body lowered over her own, mouth open,
sucking on her engorged breasts, tongue licking, licking and flicking
around her painfully hard nipples.
"Ooooh," Belinda moaned, "that makes me...need..."
Rowan raised up, stared into her eyes, concluding, "Need to be
touched on your sex?"
"God yes!" Belinda writhed, her body lifting, her flat stomach
making contact with Rowan's shaven pussy, the swollen clit red with
fiery tenderness. For a moment, Rowen rubbed it against Belinda's
flesh, her eyes staring with an intent, but abstracted vision.
Gradually, Belinda realized that Rowan was not getting the same
pleasure as she was...but it didn't matter, all she wanted was to
surrender, to be conquered.
As if reading her thoughts, Rowan suddenly lay flat atop her, breasts
to breasts, and rubbed her body...suggestively humping, their mounds
striking, making Belinda cry out with passionate ecstasy. She was on
the very verge of climax, when Rowan moved off her, getting up, leaving
the bed. Stunned, Belinda sat up, her hand going automatically to her
aching clit, about to rub it, to masturbate when Rowan commanded
harshly, "No. Don't touch yourself!"
Belinda stopped, going utterly still. Then she became aware of the
other women, two on either side of the bed, staring raptly at her. One
was a beautiful young blonde; the other was a thin, severe-featured
brunette. Rowan said, "These girls live here too, and they want to
welcome you."
Again, Belinda was shocked at the thrill of excitement that pulsated
through her body; it was extremely erotic, sitting there naked and
aroused, seeing the women's eyes devouring her with their hungry
gaze. "I'll do...whatever you want."
Rowan told her to lie down, spread her legs, and then commanded the
blonde, "Nicole, lie down beside her," which she did, getting very
close, her cool skin against the hot, sensitive skin of Belinda. The
other girl, who Rowan called 'Lela' did the same on the other side
of her. At Rowan's command, the girls began to stroke and fondle
Belinda, bringing her instantly to a fever-pitch of intensity. She
could hardly breathe, only moan and beg for one of them to touch her
aching, swollen clit that protruded from her red bush. The slippery
wetness between her legs felt like gushing rapids, and Nicole kept
dipping a finger in it, then slathering moisture up and down her inner
thighs...driving Belinda mad with prolonged arousal.
All at once, Rowan started blowing out the candles; within moments, the
room was almost entirely in darkness. Belinda's eyes could not adjust
to the darkness, and she was at the mercy of the fingers and hands, the
mouths moving over her nude body, realizing that these women were
abnormally cool-skinned...wondering why they weren't as hot, lathered
with sweat, as frenzied as she was. Her breasts felt so painfully
swollen, the nipples sore from the constant sucking, licking...but
then, as she begged again for release, she felt something hard at her
crotch, something certainly NOT of human flesh. It felt rubbery, stiff,
and damp, a round tip...trying to see, Belinda could only make out
shadowy forms of the women, a spill of moonlight from parted curtains
illuminating the bed.
Rowan's voice came then, close to her ear. "Close your eyes, just
feel this, it makes it so much better in the dark."
Belinda did so, and lay very still, while her whole body ached with the
tremendous, tumultuous sensations of exquisite arousal. She felt her
breasts being suckled again, and thought it was Rowan there now...her
nipples were drawn, pulled, kissed, sucked, licked and then, bitten
lightly, which hurt at first...but then, gave her intense pleasure. The
pain increased though, and she felt the other two kissing her all over,
their tongues running up and down the length of her body. One girl was
down between her legs, and oh God, now moving up, up, tongue at the tip
of her budding, throbbing clit... Belinda screamed, "Oh please,
please do it!"
The blissful feeling of the tongue on her clit, the stroking up and
down, up and down started...it nearly drove her mad, the sheer pleasure
of that first touch, and she arched up off the bed, crying out, "Fuck
me, fuck me, please!"
At that moment, the rigid instrument was inserted into her cunt in one
hard, swift move that brought a wild, searing, flooding pleasure all
through her; she bucked forward, pressed down, wanting it as deep as
possible. Vaguely, she was aware of her breasts still being suckled,
her nipples bitten...and then, a piercing pain beneath one breast,
which almost took her breath away. But before she could protest, the
pain melted into a kind of savage stimulus, shattering her with its
beautiful rapture. Her mind went into a spin, and all sensations were
intensified a thousand times, the probing rod in her cunt felt
enormous, filling her with glorious rapturous spasms as she felt it
plunging in and out, the biting on her nipples felt like excruciating
pinpoints of ecstasy, her body one flowing, melting volcano of
tormented bliss. The eruption of pain and pleasure blotted out all
thought, and she was lost to the moment of intensity...a feeling of
surging, singing wildness flooded her mind with visions of dark skies
and flickering starlight.
Rising up off the bed, she felt her climax begin in the depth of her
being, spreading outward, lifting her and pounding her, pulling and
tugging her higher, higher ... the hands, the mouths, the lips, the
tongues all over her, licking, caressing, doing vulgar things down
there, fingers rubbing her clit as she soared and screamed from
mind-numbing rapture. Obliquely, she saw through half-closed eyes that
Rowan was lying atop her, her mouth beneath the pained breast, clinging
to her as if for life itself. An alien fear mingled with her wild
ecstasy, but it only served to revive the dying climax; another
started, blossoming and flowering through her clit, throughout her
pelvis, her body, a finger still stroking and provoking yet another and
another climax, bringing her off again and again, the long, hard object
still inserted and being moved slowly, slowly in and out as she came
repeatedly.
She lost count of the multi-orgasms, had never known she was capable of
such fantastic feats of endurance, repeated climaxes battering her
body, her clit atremble with readiness, over and over...into near
oblivion. She was getting so weak, her body still pulsating with the
painful orgasms...but she was close to fainting when finally Rowan
lifted her head away from her breast, and moved back.
Rowan's face was deep in shadow, and Belinda was too exhausted to see
the glinting evil satisfaction of satiated blood lust...the red
droplets still clinging to her full, ripe lips as she whispered,
"Rest now, my love. Soon you will be one of us...ladies of the
night."
* * * * * *
Sometimes later that night, Belinda awoke to the feeling of light
caresses over her nude body. Before she could think straight, she was
highly aroused again, her sex stimulated, swollen between her legs. She
began to beg for touch down there, for she felt as if an orgasm was
close. But again, she was denied.
Daring to open her eyes, Belinda could barely see in the dim
moonlight...but finally realized that Rowan was suckling at her breast
again. Beside her, she also felt the form of the two girls; they must
have all fallen asleep, and then awoke to seduce her yet again. Giving
in to the ecstasy coursing through her body, she let them fondle and
caress her...suddenly feeling the hard object teasing at her cunt. She
spread her legs, begging for it, and the object slid in smoothly,
filling her emptiness...as the hands moved over her sensitive skin,
making her body tremble with near convulsive stimulation.
The piercing pain came again beneath her breast, at the same instant as
her other breast nipple was bitten hard; the wild, keening pain hit
her, but then it suddenly turned into that misty, dreamy floating
sensation. The carnal manipulations continued, tongues licking between
her thighs, all the way to her feet, her toes being sucked, and all the
time, climax so near she could hardly endure the need to relieve it.
When finally a touch fell upon her clit, she bucked up high, started to
cum hard, her body almost convulsing with orgasmic spasms, over and
over, one after the other until she couldn't make a sound, only
succumb to the battering orgasms that crashed through her body.
When at last Rowan took her mouth away from Belinda's breast, she
went up to her lips, saying, "Taste this, love, it will make you feel
strong again."
At the first sip of blood, a powerful burst of rapture revived Belinda;
she felt it course through her body, renewing her energy, vibrating
hotly in her clit, climax thrilling her again, and again, each of
Rowan's kisses deeper, her tongue going into her mouth, down deeper,
sealing her fate...as Belinda's body rose up, up to meet Rowan's
thirst to possess her. Heart fluttering, eyes unfocused, Belinda looked
through a veil of shadow as Rowan lifted her head, then went down,
down...her long, snakelike, forked tongue flicking out to enflame
Belinda's swollen, thick clit. At the first touch, Belinda screamed
out, louder and louder, "Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me with it, pleaaaase
fuck me, tongue me...do it, do it, do it!"
The hard object was withdrawn from Belinda's cunt immediately, and
the two women left the bed. The moment of transformation was at hand.
Rowan's forked tongue ran into Belinda's cunt, deep, deeper until
Rowan's mouth was pressed against Belinda's wet, saturated mound;
she began to fuck her, running it in and out, in and out. The two girls
were beside the bed now, one kneeling between the other's legs, her
forked tongue deep in her cunt, fucking the same way Rowan and Belinda
were doing on the bed.
The bedroom became suffused in an ethereal glow, a bluish vapor, the
women's moans and impassioned coupling noises rising eerily into the
night. Downstairs, the men being entertained in an orgy by the other
prostitutes lifted their eyes upward, wondering what in hell was going
on upstairs...as the ladies of the night greedily eyed their victims.
The End