Escorts by RLM
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Early Years: Third/Fourth Grades
I think it started when I was in the 3rd grade or maybe it was
the fourth. It's hard to remember. Our school had a cafeteria
for the students where we could buy a nutritious and tasty lunch
for just 50 cents. The rest of the cost was provided by the city
and state. Each day, my mother would give me 60 cents, 50 for
the lunch and an extra dime to buy a snack in the afternoon. My
only problem was that the snacks that I wanted usually cost 15 or
20 cents and I only had a dime.
One day just before our 10 AM English class was about to start,
Johnny Baxter and I were talking. I remember that I was sitting
sideways in my seat facing him. I hadn't paid any attention to
the fact that my dress had pulled up my legs when I had turned
toward Johnny, and he was now staring at them.
"I bet you're not wearing any panties under your dress," he
whispered.
"I am too," I protested.
"Prove it," he challenged.
"Why should I? I don't care if you believe me or not."
"Oh, I believe you, Laura. I just wanted to see your panties.
Will you show them to me?"
Instead of saying 'no', I heard myself responding, "What will
you give me if I show you my panties?"
Johnny didn't know how to respond to that question, so he threw
the question back at me. "What do you want?"
I needed more money to get the snack I wanted that afternoon,
so I said, "Your lunch money."
He hesitated and finally said, "If I give you my lunch money, I
wouldn't get anything to eat at lunch."
"So? Would you rather have something to eat or would you
rather get to see my panties?"
"How long would let me look at them? Would you do anything
else?"
"After the Mrs. Larsen's class, we can go out behind the gym.
Everyone else will be in the lunch line. I'll pull up my dress
and let you look at my panties until they sound the last bell to
get in the lunch line. I'll turn around and let you see them
from the back too."
"Will you lie down and spread your legs so I can see the crotch
too?"
Now it was my turn to think. Finally, wanting the snack that
afternoon, I agreed. "You have to give me your lunch money
first," I demanded.
"How do I know you'll really do it?"
"Ok. Half now... the other half after I let you see my
panties. If you don't give the other half, you'll never get to
see my panties again, Johnny."
He gave the 25 cents and as soon as the noon bell sounded, we
hurried outside and went behind the gym. Johnny sat on the
ground so he would have a good view of my panties when I pulled
up my dress. When I had my dress up, I remember being surprised
at how interested he was. It didn't make any sense to me, but I
was getting his lunch money, so I didn't care. I even spread my
feet further apart so he could see the crotch better.
When I did that, Johnny began squeezing himself between the
legs. I could see that his boy part seemed to be getting hard.
I'd never seen one get hard and wondered what it looked like. I
was almost tempted to let him keep the other 25 cents if he would
show it to me, but I wanted the money more than I wanted to see
his hard boy part.
"You said you'd lie down and spread your legs," he begged.
"Ok." I didn't see why not. He couldn't see any more with me
lying down than he could see with me standing up. I laid down
and moved my legs apart. Johnny got down on the ground and moved
his head between my legs so he could see my panties up really
close. He was now rubbing his hand over his boy part.
"Will you pull your panties down?" he asked.
"You got anymore money than your lunch money?"
"No. That's all."
"Then, I'm not pulling my panties down for you."
At that point, the last bell sounded, and I got up. Johnny
gave me the other 25 cents, and I ran to the cafeteria to get my
lunch. I looked back once and saw that he had taken out his boy
part and was rubbing it, but it was too far away for me to see
much.
After letting Johnny see my panties, he must have spread the
word because suddenly I had offers from a lot of the boys in the
class to give me their lunch money if I let them see my panties.
I usually did it for two or three boys each day, so after having
lunch and a nice snack in the afternoon, I was bringing home
between $0.90 and $1.40 a day, which I hid in my room.
After a couple of months, I had over fifty dollars hidden in my
room, and I was having a really nice snack every afternoon at
school. Unfortunately, the boys were going home hungry because
they weren't getting any lunch, and their mothers finally noticed
how hungry they were at dinner time. I don't who it was that
ratted on me, but someone did because several of the mothers came
over to my house and told my parents that I had taking their
son's lunch money to show them my panties.
For some reason which I never really understood, my parents
were furious. I was given a hard spanking and grounded for a
week. When my mother wanted to know what I had done with the
money, I told her I had spent it on candy and snacks. That
night, after my parents were asleep, I put my money in an empty
coffee can I had found in the trash, wrapped the can in aluminum
foil, and buried it under our house.
After I was back in bed, I remember wondering why my parents
were so angry. I hadn't forced any of the boys to give me their
lunch money, and I hadn't stolen it. They bought a look at my
panties and I provided it. They got what they wanted, and I got
what I wanted. What was wrong with that? I never did figure it
out.
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Early Years: Seventh/Eight Grades:
After receiving a severe spanking for showing off my panties in
exchange for lunch money, I stopped doing that, much to the
disappointment of numerous boys in my class. For several months
after my spanking, they continued to try to persuade me to pull
up my dress for them, and some of the more aggressive boys made
even more generous offers in an attempt to get me to pull down my
panties while they watched. I rejected all their offers, but
still didn't understand why they were willing to spend good money
for something like that.
When I reached the seventh grade and the age of 13, my breasts,
which would eventually become 34D's, started to develop. Given
my reputation, the boys now began to make offers of $5 or even
more if I would let them see my tits even though I still wore
only an A-cup bra.
A year later when I was in the eighth grade, my bras now had
B-cups and the offers from the boys rose along with my cup size.
About this time, Beverly had a slumber party, and, as a result, I
learned why the boys were so interested in me.
Beverly was 15 and in the ninth grade. At the time, I wondered
why she had invited me since I was a full year younger than she
and the other four girls she had invited to the party.
After we had had snacks and played some games, we all retired
to the basement where Beverly's parents had spread out four
mattress with blankets and pillows for the six of us to sleep.
Of course, there wasn't much sleeping... particularly since
Beverly's parents had gone out for the evening and had told us
they wouldn't be home until around midnight.
At first, we were all wearing short nightgowns and panties, but
within 15 minutes, all the nightgowns were off. When I had been
reluctant to remove mine, Beverly and Cora had just pulled it
over my head leaving me in just my panties like the rest of the
girls. Once the nightgowns were off, the teasing sex play
started.
On the mattress just beside me, Cora and Evelyn were cuddling
and cupping each other's tits. I was pleased that my B-cup
breasts were as large or larger than then those of the other
older girls. It didn't take long for Cora to switch from
stroking Evelyn's breasts and nipples to running her hand over
her panties. Evelyn spread her legs wider, and Cora's hand
immediately moved between the brunette's thighs.
For almost an hour as fingers moved over clits, all the other
girls could talk about was boys and sex. More specifically, the
talk was about who was still a virgin, who wasn't, and who did
each of the girls want to fuck. It wasn't very long until I
figured out why I had been invited. With my reputation, they
were all dying of curiosity to find out which guys and how many
had fucked me. When I told them that I was still a virgin, they
didn't believe me.
"You're telling us that you've never been fucked, Laura?" Susan
asked. Her tone of voice made it clear she didn't believe me.
"It's true. All I've ever done is let them see my panties and
feel me up a little."
"Feel you up? What did you let them do?" Joanne asked
excitedly.
"I've let a few guys feel my pussy through my panties and my
breasts. One guy got his hand inside my panties but I stopped
him pretty fast."
"You mean you let a guy put his hand on your panties... like
this?" Her hand moved to the crotch of my panties. I tried to
close my legs, but Joanne already had her hand firmly planted
between my thighs. "And then he felt your pussy... like this?"
Her hand moved sensuously up and down the length of my slit.
"Mmmmmmmm... "
"That feels good, doesn't it, Laura?"
"OOooohhhh... Mmmmmmm..." I moaned as her fingers moved over my
clitoris.
"It feels even better when I go inside your panties and do it,
doesn�t' it?" Joanne said as her fingers stroked my clitoris
making it pulse harder and harder.
"OOohhhhhhhhh... OOohhhhhh," I groaned as my pelvis began
thrusting against Joanne's hand.
"Wow! Look at her hump," Beverly hissed. "How often do you
finger yourself, Laura?"
"Aahh... AAHH! AAHH!" I gasped while answering. "I never...
aaahh... ooohhhh ... never... mmmmmm... aaahh... never have."
"I don't believe that," Susan said. "You're in the eighth
grade, still a virgin, and never masturbated??"
"NNooooo... aaaah.... aaahhhhh... uuummmmmmmmmm.... I
haven't," I groaned as my hips thrust even faster against
Joanne's probing fingers.
"Pull her panties aside so we can see her clit throbbing," Cora
hissed. Joanne followed directions, and I felt the cool air
caressing my excited and throbbing clitoris. "Wow! Look how
swollen that clit is. Rub it harder, Joanne. Make her cum!"
"OH! OH! OH! OOOHHH GAWD! OOOWWWAAAHHHH! What's
happening to meeee?"
"You're about to cum, Laura," Beverly said to me. "Stretch
your legs out and arch your ass, Honey. Just let your clit
explode... you're gonna love this!"
"Move out of the way, Joanne," Evelyn growled. "Let me get my
mouth on her pussy. That'll make her go off like a cannon!"
As soon as Evelyn was between my legs with her mouth rammed
against my pussy, I felt my clitoris being sucked between her
lips into her mouth... then her tongue caressed all around my
clit making it pulse and throb even harder.
When Evelyn increased the suction and started flicking her
tongue right over the tip, my clit went into a hard spasm and
then began to contract repeatedly as an intense orgasm convulsed
my pussy. Very quickly, it ripped up into my belly causing the
muscles to knot into rigid bands. My ass pumped so hard and
uncontrollably on the mattress and my moans were so loud, the
other girls all gathered around me to watch me cumming.
"Oh gawd! That was wonderful!" I moaned.
Raising up from my crotch, Evelyn grinned and said, "That was
an orgasm, Laura. See what you've been missing."
"That's nothing," Susan informed me. "Wait until we put a
vibrator on your pussy. You won't believe how good that feels.
And having a boy's cock inside you, will feel even better."
"Does it feel that good to them too?" I asked.
"It must," Cora answered. "That's why they're all trying to
get their cocks into any and every girl's pussy they can."
For the first time, I understood why they boys were willing to
pay me to see my panties and tits. The only thing that still
puzzled me was why they didn't ask if they could put their cocks
into my pussy.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Beverly's groans from
the mattress directly across from the one I was one. When I
looked over, I saw that Cora had Beverly on her knees with her
head on the mattress. She was plunging a clear plastic cylinder
in and out of Beverly's ass. Every time it disappeared inside
her, a deep groan erupted from her mouth. As I watched, I could
see that she was thrusting her ass back against the plunging
cylinder every time Cora drove it into her hole. I could also
see that while she was pumping the shaft in and out of Beverly's
ass, Cora's other hand was between the blonde's thighs stroking
Beverly's clitoris.
"OOOHHH! DO IT TO MEEEEEEEEEE! RUB MEEEEEEE... I'M GONNA
CUMMM!!"
I found myself getting excited again as I listened to Beverly
groaning. "Is she cumming?" I asked.
"Yeah. She is," Joanne informed me. "Really hard. Would you
like for me to do it you so you can see for yourself?"
"I don't know," I said fearfully. "It looks like it might
hurt."
"Don't worry. After we lube you thoroughly, all you'll feel is
a little discomfort at the start and then you won't be able to
stop cumming."
"Mmmmmmm... sounds yummy," I moaned.
Beverly was groaning even louder as Joanne and Susan got me
into position. While Joanne was coating the dildo and my ass
with astroglide, Susan began to lick and suck on my nipples while
her fingers caressed my clit, which very quickly became erect and
began to pulse.
"Ready?" Joanne asked.
"MMMMmmmmm," I moaned as my hips arched upward in response to
Susan's manipulation of my clitoris.
"Raise your knees, Laura."
When I did, Susan sucked hard on my nipple bringing a hot moan
of pleasure from me. Just as Joanne pushed the dildo into my
ass, Cora rubbed Beverly's clit hard and fast causing it
convulse. Susan trapped my clitoris between two of her fingers,
squeezing and rubbing it at the same time. Beverly's moans of
completion and my howls of pleasure mixed.
"UUnnngghhh... aaahhhhhhhh... cumming.... I'm fucking
cumminggg!! GGGHHAAAa!!!"
"AH! AH! AH! OOHHHH... Gawd! It's going innnnnnnnnnnn....
uunnnmmmmmmm... ooohhhhhh do it to meeeeeeeeee!"
Evelyn was now pressing the knob of a large vibrator against
her pussy and clitoris as Beverly howled in completion, and I
hissed with hot pleasure as my vagina and clitoris throbbed each
time the dildo filled my ass. Just as Beverly's cries ebbed,
Evelyn's increased and mixed with mine.
After we had all gotten off, we pushed three of the mattresses
together, piled up on some pillows, and started talking. This
time, I took part.
"Have anyone here actually had sex with a boy?" I asked.
"Beverly has," two of the girls said at the same time, both
giggling.
Turning toward Beverly, I asked, "What was it like? Did he
make you cum? Did he cum? My mom told me that that's the way
girls get pregnant. How did you keep from getting pregnant?"
Every girl leaned forward waiting for Beverly's answers.
"It was exciting... really exciting. It hurt a little at first
but after that, it was fantastic. I had several orgasms, but
Mark only had two. He told me that guys can't cum nearly as many
times as girls. At first, I didn't believe him. I thought he
just didn't like me enough to get off more than twice, but since
then I've found out it's really true. I feel a little sorry for
guys, you know."
"Weren't you worried that you'd get pregnant?" Susan wanted to
know.
"No, not really. He used a rubber. It's sort of a rubber
sheathe that fits over his cock so his cum won't get inside your
pussy."
For nearly a half hour, we asked Beverly every thing we could
think of: What positions did they use? How many times did she
get off? Did she tell her mom? Did he put his cock in her ass?
Has she let Mark fuck her again since that first time?
"Of course, I didn't tell my mom. The first time, I think I
came four times. We've done four other times, I usually get off
five or six times now, but three times is the most Mark can
manage."
After Beverly had described every thing to us, all of us told
each other what boys we most like to be the first to fuck us. It
was almost midnight when Beverly said, "We still haven't
introduced Laura to the vibrator yet. Who wants to do the
honors?"
Every girl wanted to be the one to do it to me, but they
finally agreed that it should be Beverly since she was the most
experienced. She had me put a pillow under my ass and spread my
legs. When I was in position, she licked my pussy until I was
moaning and thrusting against her mouth. Finally, she moved away
saying, "I think you're ready, Laura. You're gonna love this!"
She straddled my hips and sat down on my belly facing my pussy.
When she pressed the vibrator against my already swollen and
very ready clitoris, I couldn't stop howling. Again and again,
my vagina and clitoris convulsed in orgasm until it seemed to me
like I was having near continuous climaxes.
After my third climax, Evelyn said, "Let me get her off once,
Beverly."
Beverly moved aside making room for Evelyn to bend over me and
work the vibrator over my throbbing clit and between my pussy
lips. When I was again on the verge of another orgasm, Cora
straddled my face and lowered her pussy onto my mouth. "Lick me
while you cum, Laura. Make me cum too." I came twice before I
got her off.
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Middle Years: High School
After that first slumber party, the six girls became fast
friends with many more slumber parties and double dates
following. At each party, Laura always lost count of the number
of times she had cum on fingers, mouths, and vibrators. By the
time the sixth such party had come and gone, she had gotten all
five of her friends off on her fingers and tongue. She had also
made all of them cum multiple times as she used a vibrator on
their pussies and clits.
One by one, the pussies of each of Laura's five friends were
nailed by a hard cock, usually belonging to a junior or senior
boy. At the slumber party following each of these events, the
girl who had just lost her virginity was always the center of
attention as she described to her excited friends every detail of
her deflowering. During these descriptions, the other girls had
repeated, intense orgasms as fingers stroked and vibrators hummed
on their clits. The girl who had just lost her virginity usually
used a vibrator on her own pussy as she described all the
deliciously wicked details.
"So when are you going to let a guy get into you, Laura, and
lose your virginity?" Cora asked at one of their parties. "I can
hardly believe that you're already a sophomore and still a
virgin."
"Yeah, neither can I, particularly with those big tits of yours
and your drop-dead gorgeous body," Joanne added. "I know for a
fact that every junior and senior guy is dying to get his cock
into your pussy."
"Really?" I replied, actually somewhat surprised with all the
sexy-looking, older girls available.
"Yeah, really," Evelyn replied. "In fact, I've heard that
there are two betting pools going. In one of them, anyone can
bet on which guy will the one who pops your cherry first. The
second one is for the guys only. Any guy can put up $25 betting
that he will be the one who gets into you first... winner take
all."
"I've heard the same thing," Beverly commented. "I've also
heard that the first pool is really big now, and the second one
is up around $300."
"How does the winner prove his claim?" I asked.
"Anyone of three ways," Beverly replied. "He can either
produce your panties on which you've written in marking pen "So
and so fucked me" over your signature, or he can produce a
digital cell phone photograph of you naked with your
freshly-fucked pussy on display, or you can go with him and
confirm his claim when he makes it."
"So when do you plan on spreading your legs, Laura, and letting
some lucky guy fuck you?" Susan asked.
"Probably pretty soon. Just as soon as I date a guy who really
excites me."
"Are you taking the pill yet, or do you plan on having the guy
wear a condom... or maybe just taking your chances on getting
knocked up?"
"I talked to my mom last month, and she took me to see her
gynecologist. I've been on the pill for a month now."
"A month and you still haven't been fucked? Wow!" Cora
exclaimed. "How in hell can you resist one of those hot guys
with a big, hard cock? Maybe we should get our own betting pool
going," Joanne suggested.
"Great idea! How do we do it?" Evelyn asked.
"Simple. We each put up $10 and then write down a date and our
name on a piece of paper and toss them all in a hat. When Laura
tells us she's been fucked, the one who guesses the date the
closest wins the $50. And we won't look at the guesses until her
cherry is history."
Everyone agreed, and fifteen minutes later, there was a cookie
jar sealed with tape over their signatures containing the $50 and
the five slips of paper on which the girls had written their own
estimates of when a hard cock would get into Laura's pussy.
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Diane Burton had just put the dinner on to cook when Laura came
into the kitchen. "Anything I can do to help, Mom?"
"You can set the table, Honey. But I thought you told me that
you had a date tonight? Don't you need to get ready?"
"Stan's not picking me up until 8 PM, but he's coming by at
7:30 PM."
"Thirty minutes early? Why?"
"Well, this will be our third date, and he hasn't met either
you or Dad yet. He asked if it would be all right if he came
over early so he could meet you. I told him Ok. Is that all
right?"
"It's fine, Laura. In fact, I'm impressed. Is Stan in your
class?"
"Oh no. He's a senior. He's also the starting halfback on the
varsity football team."
"Sounds like he's quite a catch," Diane said smiling at me.
"He's a sexy stud, that's for sure, but not much in the brains
department. However, he's got enough brains to run with the
football and ... eh... other things." Now it was my turn to grin
at my mom.
As soon as dinner was over, I hurried upstairs to get ready for
my date with Stan. After bathing and doing my makeup, I selected
a white push-up bra that just fitted beneath my tits pushing them
up and out but not doing anything to cover them. I had
considered wearing a mini-skirt, but decided on a white dress
with a small blue belt instead. It fit tightly across my breasts
and came to mid-thigh. I thought it was attractive and sexy, but
not too slutty. Once I had it on, I slipped my feet into a pair
of three-inch heels and was ready.
As soon as I came downstairs and mom saw me, she did a double
take with her eyes locked on the imprint of my nipples against
the tight bodice of the dress. "My god, Laura. You're not
wearing a bra are you? That dress is so tight it outlines every
curve of your breasts and nipples."
"I'm wearing a bra, Mom. Really, I am."
"I don't believe you. Unbutton your dress and show me, young
lady! Right now!"
I unbuttoned the top four buttons and pulled the dress aside
allowing my mother to see the push up bra I had on as well as my
naked tits, which surged out of my open dress. "See, I told you
that I was wearing a bra."
"So I see, but that's not exactly what a bra is supposed to do,
is it? It's supposed to support and cover. All that push-up,
demi-bra does is support and push your breasts up and out.
They're already a C-cup. With that bra on, it looks like you
have D or DD-cup, and your nipples may as well be naked."
"I know, Mom. That's the idea."
My mother studied me and my naked tits that were sticking out
the top of my dress. When I started to close my dress, she shook
her head. "No. Leave it open. You may as well. Everyone can
see your tits anyway. Sit down. We need to talk."
I sat down and Mom pulled up a chair to sit directly in front
of me. "Laura," she began, "you're dating a senior tonight. Not
just any senior but a handsome, sexy football player who's
probably had more than his share of girls. If you go out with
him dressed like that, he's going to take advantage of you."
"Take advantage of me?"
"You know what I mean."
"What?"
"All right. If you go out with him dressed like that, he's
going to fuck you... probably several times."
"How old were you, Mom, when you lost your virginity?"
Suddenly, my mother's face flushed a bright red. She opened her
mouth to reply, but no words emerged. "Come on, Mom. I'm not
going to tell Dad or anyone else. How old were you when you lost
it?"
Finally, she grinned, shrugged, and said, "I was 16."
"I'm almost 17, Mom."
"I know."
"And I'm taking the pill. When you lost your virginity, I bet
you weren't taking birth control pills, were you?"
"No. I wasn't. I gather that you're still a virgin, and
you've decided that it's time to change that... right?"
"Yeah. And I thought it would be best if I did it with a
senior who's already had sex with several girls and knows what
he's doing. Besides, he's really hot and sexy. You'll see when
he show up."
"You know it will hurt, don't you?" When I nodded, she
continued, "But if he knows what he doing, it won't hurt much and
not for very long, and then it will feel just fantastic. Just
relax and enjoy it, Honey. Is his cock big?"
"I've felt it on our last date. He's really thick ... maybe
six or seven inches. I'm not sure about the length."
"If he's thick, Laura, it will hurt a little more but the
pleasure afterwards will be even greater. Just move your hips so
that his cock gives the maximum possible stimulation to your
G-spot and clitoris."
"Mom, thank you! All my friends have had to sneak around and
hide the fact that they had sex with their boyfriends. Having
you for a mom makes it much better. Should I tell Dad?"
"No. Let me do that. Fathers often have a problem with guys
fucking their daughters. Tell me, are you serious about Stan?"
"No... no way. He's just a sexy guy with a thick cock. I
think he'll be good in bed, but that's my only interest in him.
He's not the sharpest stick in the pack, if you know what I
mean."
Mom grinned at me. I could tell that she had probably had the
same thoughts about the guys who had fucked her when she was in
high school. If I had any doubts, her next question removed
them.
"I can see why you decided on the demi-bra. You didn't want to
take any chances on Stan not being bright enough to figure out
that you were ready for sex. Right?"
"Right. Sometimes guys can be very shy. I thought he might
need some signals that I'm ready. Did you go without a bra when
you decided to have sex for the first time, Mom?"
"I did and more."
"Panties?" When my mom grinned, I whispered, "You didn't wear
any panties, did you?"
"No. I didn't. How about you? Are you wearing panties? If
so, you might consider removing them before Stan arrives."
For an answer, I opened my legs so that Mom could see my naked
pussy. She grinned at me sitting there with my tits out and
naked pussy exposed. "If Stan doesn't fuck you tonight, Honey.
He's either gay or utterly stupid."
"Do you think he'll like my naked pussy, Mom?" I asked,
obviously seeking a compliment and assurance. My mother did even
better than I had hoped.
"No, Dear. I don't think Stan will like your naked pussy... I
think he will go crazy over your naked cunt."
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When Stan arrived, I answered the door. As soon as he saw me,
his eyes locked onto the thrusting mounds of my tits and then
onto my clearly outlined, hard nipples. I, in turn, glanced at
his crotch, which was getting bigger as his dick hardened.
"Wow, Laura. You look... fantastic! I love that dress."
"Good. I was hoping you would. Come on. My parents are
waiting to meet you." I escorted Stan into the den where my
parents were waiting.
"Stan, this is my mother. Mom, this is Stan, my date for this
evening. And this is my dad, Mr. Burton. Dad, this is Stan."
"Glad to meet you, Stan," my dad said as he extended his hand,
which Stan shook with a firm grip. "Laura tells me your the
starting varsity halfback. I can see why. You certainly have
the build and body for it."
"Thank you, Sir. We've got a good line this year, and they're
the ones that make my job easy."
"I see. You're modest too. I like that."
While the two men chatted, I noticed my mom was staring at
Stan. She couldn't take her eyes off his bulging biceps or his
powerful chest. In the tight sweater he wore, every rippling
muscle was defined. When his back was toward her, I saw her
eyes on his tight butt, his narrow waist, and his powerful thighs
and legs. She even unconsciously licked her lips. The real
clue, however, came when he turned toward her after dad excused
himself to bring in some snacks and soft drinks.
"Mrs. Burton, Laura told me that her mom was even more
beautiful than she was. Frankly, I didn't believe her for a
second, but now that I've seen you, I'd say it was a dead tie."
My mother beamed and blushed... just slightly. I noticed that
her breathing became a little faster... a little deeper as her
nostrils flared. My dad and Stan, like all men, are oblivious to
subtle signs like that, but it was obvious to me that my mom
liked what she saw.
"You're not only modest, Stan, but you're also smart enough to
say the only thing you could say with both me and Laura present.
Thank you."
"My pleasure, Mrs. Baxter. My pleasure," he said with a smile
as his eyes took in the large swell and cleavage of my mother's
D-cup breasts.
As I watched, I saw Mom pull her shoulders back a little to
thrust her breasts toward him as her eyes lowered to take in
Stan's bulge, which was growing even larger. She actually licked
her lips. "Please have a seat, Stan, " she said. After he sat
down, my dad came in with the snacks and drinks. At that point,
his cell phone rang, and after answering it, he excused himself
to take the call in private.
With dad out of the room, Mom perched herself on the edge of
desk and crossed her legs. Since she was sitting at a higher
level than Stan, he had a great view. Stan's cock looked to me
like it was now nearly fully erect. I had the feeling that if my
dad had not been home, he would have fucked both my mom and me
right there in the den.
"So where are you taking my daughter tonight, Stan?"
"There's some new movies showing. I thought we might check
them out and then go out for a snack."
"That sounds like fun, but the lake is beautiful when there's a
full moon like there is tonight. You should leave some time to
check it out."
At that point, dad returned and mom got off the desk and served
the snacks and drinks. Fifteen minutes later, we were in Stan's
car. "Your mom is drop-dead gorgeous... just like you said. The
two of you look a lot alike. I'm really glad I came early and
got to meet your parents."
"I'll just bet you are," I replied with a grin.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means you turned my mom on... just like you do me."
"You know, you can be pretty blunt at times, Laura, but I like
that. I like that a lot. So, do you want to go to a movie or
what?"
"I think I prefer the what," I said with what I hoped was a
seductive smile.
"Me too. We could take a drive out to the lake like your mom
suggested, or ... "
"Or?"
"Or, we could go to my house. My mom's out on date tonight,
and she told me we could use the house."
"Really? What about your dad?"
"Mom's divorced. Dad hasn't been around for years."
"What time will your mom be getting back?"
"Sometime tomorrow probably. So... shall we head to my house?"
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"Oh fuck, Laura. Your tits are fantastic! How big are they?"
Stan asked as he hefted both of my naked tits that were sticking
out of the top of my dress. "That bra doesn't cover anything...
it just pushes them up and out."
"That's the general idea, Lover. Suck my nipples, Baby. It
really makes my pussy throb when my nipples are sucked hard.
OOHHhhh... yesss! Like that, Stan. Suck them hard."
"Big fucking tits! I love sucking them," Stan moaned as his
lips switched from my right breast to my left and then back
again. "I can't wait to get your panties off and see your
pussy."
"Sorry, Honey. You can't take off my panties."
"Wanna bet?"
"Yeah. $20 says you can't take off my lpanties."
"You're on! Before I'm finished sucking on your tits, you'll
be begging me to take off your panties."
"MMMmmmmm... yesss... squeeze them harder, Honey... squeeze and
suck... squeeze and suck meeeeeeeee! AAaahhhh... you have no
idea how hot that's getting my pussy."
"I think you're more than ready to have your panties taken off,
Baby." Stan's hand left my breast and moved under my short
dress. When he encountered my wet and very naked cunt, he
shouted, "Damn! You're not wearing any panties!"
Grinding my pussy against his probing hand, I hissed, "No...
I'm not, and you owe me $20, Lover."
It didn't take Stan long to get me out of my dress. Once he
had me naked, he put me on the bed on my back. Standing beside
the bed, he removed his clothes while staring at my tits and my
shaved pussy. "Oh shit... what a body you've got, Laura. I
can't wait to fuck you."
"You know I'm a virgin, right?"
"Yeah... every guy knows, and every guy's been trying to change
that."
"Once you've stick your big cock into me, you win the betting
pool don't you?"
"You know about that?"
"Yeah, every girl knows. I want half."
"What??"
"You heard me. I want half or else we're done here, and we're
on our way to the movies."
"You're serious?"
"Absolutely. How long do you think it will take me to find a
guy who's willing to give me half of the betting pool in return
for being the first to get his cock into me and also win half the
pool for himself?"
"All right. Half. We split the pool right down the middle
just like I'm going to split your hot cunt!"
"Oh Lover... that sounds like fun! I can't wait to feel that
thick cock busting me open. Just remember... it's half plus the
$20 you already owe. And by the way, if you stiff me, you'll
never get into me again, and I'll spread the word that you
couldn't get it up. So don't even think about it."
"You're a real ball buster, Laura."
"That's only fair, Honey. Don't you plan on busting my pussy
open?"
"You're damn right I do! Now spread wide. I'm gonna suck you
until you're begging me to fuck you."
"Oh no... anything but that... please don't suck me and make me
cum and cum and cum." Stan pushed one of my legs up high in the
air and rammed his head between my gaping thighs. I howled with
pleasure when his mouth closed over my overheated, engorged
clitoris.
It only took him a couple of minutes of tongue action on my
throbbing clit to get me off. My vagina went into hard, spastic
contractions when I came. I thought he would stop and mount me
then, but I was deliciously wrong. He just pushed my legs even
further apart and sucked my throbbing passion button into his
mouth where he raked his tongue over it again and again. I came
again with wild screams.
"Fuck me... please, Stan. Fuck me... Now. I need your cock in
me.... I want it in meee!! Please!"
He lifted his head off my erupting cunt and growled, "I'll fuck
you when I'm ready to fuck you, Laura. Now, shut up and pull
your knees back against those huge tits!"
I jerked my legs back with my hands behind my knees and pressed
them against my tits. The position lifted my hips and opened my
cunt completely. His tongue swiped up the length of my sex
trench... all the way from my anus up to my clit... again and
again. At the same time, two fingers penetrated my ass. Juices
squirted out of my erupting vagina as I surged into another
orgasm.
Stan made me cum two or three more times until I was begging...
just as he said I would be. "I can't stand it! Fuck me! Stop
sucking me and fuck me.... PLEASE! AAAAHHH ... GAWD! I'M
DYING... FUCK MEEEEEEE, YOU HOT BASTARD! Stick your cock up my
cunt and bust me open... FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
Stan rose up and shoved my legs high in the air. I couldn't
keep my ass still as he mounted me and adjusted his cock at the
entrance to my cunt hole. "Ready?" he asked with a smirk of
masculine satisfaction.
I didn't care. I had to have his cock. I needed his cock...
in me... busting me open... fucking me. "Please. FUCK ME!" I
screamed.
"GGGHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! UUNNNGGGGHHHH! OOOHHHHHHH! GAWD!
EASY... EASY... LOVER... AAHHHHHHHHH... FUCKKKKKKKKK! YOU'RE IN
ME! I CAN FEEL YOUR BALLS AGAINST MY ASS...OOHHHHHH GOD...
YOU'RE FUCKING MEEEEEEEEE!!!"
Once his cock was sunk all the way into my pussy, he stopped
and allowed me to get used to his thickness. I couldn't stop
moaning. When he finally began to fuck me with steady, hard
thrusts, I couldn't stop screaming and cumming.
"GGGHHHAAAaaaaaaa... so good... so fucking good... oh god...
why did I wait so long... fuck me, Stan. Fuck me hard.!
Again and again, I felt his thick shaft stretching my vagina
open and filling it. With each thrust, his cock thudded hard
against my womb sending shivers of female delight through my
body. I came... then I came again... and again.
"I'm about to cum, Laura. Do I need to put on a condom?"
"Oh shit NO! Fuck your load into meeeeeeeee!" I screeched.
"I'm on the pill... jizz me, Lover. Jizz my cunt! Give it to
me!"
He grunted with hot, masculine pleasure. I felt the big cock
grow even larger inside me. His thrusts were now driving my ass
deep into the mattress on every stroke. He hoisted my leg up
onto his shoulder and held me down on the bed with his hand on my
stomach as he plowed into me. His cock began to throb... I knew
he was about to cum and give my cunt its very first cum load. My
clitoris throbbed as another climax surged through me.
"Shoot it. SHOOT IT INTO ME!" I howled as I felt his buttocks
clench hard. The big cock jerked inside me... throbbed once...
twice... and spewed stream after stream of hot semen into the
bottom of my vagina. After his cock had throbbed several times,
his strokes slowed and finally stopped. When he pulled out of
me, I felt the semen running out of my pussy down the crack of my
ass. I groaned with the sheer eroticism of the moment.
As Stan's load continued to seep from my freshly-fucked pussy,
I gasped, "Get your cell phone, Stan. Hurry."
"Why?"
"So you can get a digital pic of my stretched pussy full of
your load. Take one of me and then take another showing your cum
load running out of my cunt. You need the proof that you fucked
me to collect our betting pool. Remember. I get half."
Stan was off the bed in a flash. A moment later, he was aiming
the camera between my legs. I spread even wider to give him a
good view of my pussy and the load running out of it. The camera
flashed several times before Stan was satisfied with the pics.
After we rested, I sucked Stan's cock until he was hard again.
It only took a few minutes. Once he was rock-hard again, he
showed me how to ride him reverse cowgirl. I loved it. I was
total control and every time my ass rammed down on his rigid
shaft, I could grind my clit hard against his pubic bone. When
it was going in, I could adjust the angle just right for his cock
to scrap deliciously over my G-spot. I couldn't stop cumming.
As our organs were grinding hotly together, Stan grunted,
"Don't worry about ... ugh... ugh... ugh... about the pics,
Laura. Aaaahhhhhh fuck... I love the way you pump your pussy on
me. I promise I won't let anyone see them."
"Why? Don't you... aaahhhhhhh.... oohhhh god... fuck faster,
Honey. I'm gonna cum again."
Stan rammed me like a wild stallion. I exploded and he shot
his second load up my cunt. We collapsed together and didn't
move for several minutes. When we did, I finished my sentence.
"Why? Don't you want your buddies to see how you fucked me? I
bet they'd love to see how much you stretched my pussy and how
much cum you shot into me."
"You want me to show them the pics??"
"Not unless they pay you $10 per pic. And I get half."
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After Stan won the betting pool of $300 and split it with me, I
had $170 when he paid off the $20 bet he had lost. He also sold
20 guys copies of the two pics. The 40 copies brought in another
$400 at $10 for each copy... so that gave me another $200. I was
actually amazed that I had made $370 and had the most fun I had
ever had.
I dated Stan a couple of more times after he took my virginity.
The first time, we went to a movie and then out to the lake
where he fucked me in the back seat of his car. The second date,
we didn't bother with the movie. We took a picnic lunch to the
lake, went swimming and then ate the food. After eating the
food, Stan ate me to several orgasms and then fucked me on the
blanket in broad daylight. It was so exciting, I came a dozen
times.
After that third date, I was eager to try out some other guys.
When I told him, he wasn't a happy camper, but he understood, but
still complained.
"Now I'm going to have to find another sexy woman to fuck," he
moaned.
"Don't give me that. As sexy and as handsome as you are,
you're not going to have any problems finding another girl."
"Any suggestions?" he asked with a grin.
"Well, you've had half the girls in school or maybe even more
than that. Why don't you try making it with an older, more
experienced woman. I've been told that guys really like to screw
married women. Have you had any married pussy?"
"No. As a matter of fact, I haven't. I wouldn't know who to
approach, but it really is a hot idea."
"My mom was wildly turned on by you. Why don't you pay her a
visit during the afternoon while my dad is at work. Or better
yet, he's got a business trip planned next week from Wednesday to
Saturday. Who knows? You might get lucky."
"Does your mom cheat on your dad?"
"I don't know, but my dad is gone a lot, and I've heard them
arguing. I think he may have women on the side. Let me know if
you're going to try your luck. I'll call and tell mom that I'll
be home late so she won't be worried about my showing up at the
wrong time."
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I really didn't think Stan would have the nerve to hit on my
mom, but I had underestimated his high opinion of the sex appeal
he believed he had for girls and women. Or maybe he had seen the
way mom had responded to him when he had come to pick me up. In
any case, he stopped me in the hallway a few days later.
"I just called your mom and told her that you left one of your
school books in my car. I asked her if it would be Ok for me
bring it over this afternoon. She said fine... actually she
seemed pleased. Anyway, you told me you'd call and tell your mom
that you'll be late getting home. Will you?"
"You're really going to hit on my mom?"
"Why not? The worst that can happen is that she asks me to
leave."
"That's so sexy and hot," I whispered. "Ok. I'll call her
right now."
Stan watched me with a big grin on his face as I speed dialed
our home phone on my cell. "Hi Mom.... "No, I'm fine. No
problem. I just called to let you know that we're having a
special cheerleading practice after school today, and that it
won't finish until late in the afternoon. So don't wait dinner
on me. I'll grab a bite to eat before I come home. I should get
home a little after 7 PM.... Ok. See you later. Bye."
I looked over at Stan and asked, "Ok. The ball's in your
court, Stud."
"Give me one of your school books. I need to have something to
return." He hurried off after I gave him my algebra text.
Actually, I left school around noon after telling the Principal
that I was having my period and had a splitting headache. Of
course, I didn't tell either Stan or my mom that.
Our house has an upper-level deck that doubles as a deck and as
a fire escape. Today, it was going to serve as a way into our
house without having mom know I was home. The door connecting
the deck to the extra bedroom is locked for security, but I have
a key. It was around 12:30 PM when I unlocked the door and
slipped unseen into our extra bedroom.
The second-level of our home has a loft that overlooks the den
and the connecting kitchen. At 12:35 PM, I was safely hidden
behind the couch in the loft with a book to keep me company until
Stan arrived.
At first, I didn't see my mom. She wasn't upstairs, in the
den, or in the kitchen, but her car was still in the driveway, so
I knew she was home. Undoubtedly, she was in the master bedroom.
I wondered if she was getting dressed for Stan's visit. The
thought conjured up a lot of hot thoughts and brought a smile to
my face.
It was almost 1 PM before I saw my mother enter the den from
the direction of the master bedroom. I had been right, not only
about where she was, but also about what she was doing. She was
dressed hot... really hot... in a skin-tight sheathe that just
barely covered her ass and exposed a lot of her large tits. I
could see that she was wearing strapless platform heels but no
stockings. The thrust of her tits made it obvious that she was
wearing a bra. I wondered if she had on panties.
The front doorbell sounded a little after 1:30 PM. I put my
book away, moved into a better position to see the den and the
kitchen area, and waited.
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"Hi, Stan. It's nice to see you again. Come on in."
I could see my former boyfriend open his mouth to say
something, but the words died on his lips when he saw how my mom
was dressed. He couldn't take his eyes off her big tits. They
too far away for me to tell if he was getting hard, but I was
pretty certain that he was. When mom turned and walked into the
den, Stan followed, his eyes now locked onto her swinging ass.
Even before they reached the den area, I could see the prominent
bulge in Stan's pants. In fact, it was already so big that I
figured he must have been at least partially hard before he had
even rung the bell.
Mom turned to face Stan and started to say something, but like
Stan, the words died on her lips as her eyes took in the large
bulge in Stan's pants. She recovered quickly, however, and said,
"It's nice of you to come all the way over here to return Laura's
book. It wasn't necessary, but I'm glad you came. Would you
like something to drink? Soda? Beer? Coffee?"
"A beer would be nice, Mrs. Burton."
"Call me Diane, Stan. I'm not all that much older than you
are. I had Laura when I was 18. Come on into the kitchen and
keep me company while I get us both a beer."
"You were only 18 when you had Laura?"
"Yeah. We didn't have birth control pills then, and of course,
Phillip wanted to fuck me on every date back then. Eventually, I
got pregnant, and we got married. I just wish he was still as
anxious to get me in bed nowadays as he was then."
Stan had his back toward me, but I could see him arm moving as
he squeezed his hard cock. Mom was looking in the fridge for the
beer, and he was directly behind her staring at her sexy butt,
which was almost uncovered by her short sheathe.
"That's amazing. As beautiful as you are, Diane, I'm surprised
your husband ever gives you a moment's rest."
Mom looked over her shoulder and grinned. "With lines like
that, Stan, I can see you've had a lot of experience with girls.
Have you had much with women?"
"Unfortunately, none. I guess you could say I'm a virgin in
that area."
Mom now looked over her shoulder again, but this time her grin
had been replaced with interest... or desire. I couldn't tell
which, but I was pretty certain it was desire. I hadn't heard my
dad and mom having in sex in nearly a month.
"Well, let's see what we have in the way of beer. Wouldn't you
know it... the beer's on the bottom shelf. It seems like every
time I go to get some thing out of the fridge, it's always on the
bottom shelf."
Mom bent over at the waist and her short skirt rode high on her
hips exposing the bottom half of her buttocks. Her panties
consisted of a black thong whose back strap was sunk almost out
of sight between the cheeks of her ass. "Ah yes! Just as I
thought, Stan. We have several choices. There's Bud Light, Bud,
Coors, Coors Light, and we also have two imported beers, Heineken
Light and Bock."
All the time mom was talking, she stayed bent over with her ass
not more than few feet away from Stan. His pants were now hugely
tented. "See anything you like?" Mom asked.
"Absolutely," Stan growed as his hand covered my mom's ass and
began to stroke it. She responded by looking back at him and
grinning, but she stayed bent over and even moved her feet
further apart.
"You like that?"
"Oh hell yes!"
"Still interested in a beer?"
"Forget the beer."
"No beer? So what do you want?"
"You. This," his hand moved more urgently between my mother's
thighs.
"That's really tempting, but you're my daughter's boyfriend. I
don't think I can do it with Laura's boyfriend."
"She broke up with me. Said she wanted to try out some other
guys."
"Foolish girl," my mom said as she stood up. Stan didn't
hesitate a moment. His arms circled mom's shoulders and captured
her tits at the same time as his lips kissed her repeatedly on
the neck. Her head lolled back, her eyes closed, and her lips
pulled away from her teeth with the erotic sensations his lips
and fingers were giving her. I could see her hips moving...
thrusting and grinding.... against what I knew was Stan's
iron-hard erection. She had pulled her sheathe upward and had
her hand between her thighs stroking her pussy.
"OOOooohhh... that's feels delicious, Stan. Your cock feels
like a steel rod against me."
"It'll feel even better when I fuck you with it."
"AAAaahhhhhhhhhh... yesssssssss! You're going to fuck me with
it, aren't you?"
"Of course."
"Where?"
"In your hot pussy!"
"My cunt... call it my cunt!"
"In your hot cunt, Diane."
"AAAaahhhhhh... god ... so hard... so hot."
"In your mouth... deep in your throat."
"UUuummmmmm... My tits... take them out."
"In your ass... your sexy ass."
"OOoohhhh Gawd! I'm about to cum," my mother moaned now
totally lost in helpless passion.
"Take them out like this?"
"Yessss.... suck them... SUCK MY NIPPLES!"
"Your tits are unbelievable.... big... firm... and your nipples
are hard as rocks. Love sucking them... mmmmmmmmmm."
"AAahhhhh... yesss... suck them... suck meeee!"
I'm cumming... ooohhhhh fuckkk... I'M CUMMING!"
I pulled my skirt up around my waist and jerked my panties down
my thighs at the same time as Stan hoisted my mom up onto the
butcher block in the kitchen, shoved up her sheathe, and pulled
her thong down her thighs. My fingers were stroking my clitoris
furiously when Stan got mom's thong down to her ankles and pushed
her legs apart stretching her black thong to near its bursting
point.
Three of my fingers were plunging in and out of my pussy at the
same time as my mother's ass was arching high off the block to
take Stan's fingers deep inside her cunt. Her cries were loud
and clear even as far away as I was.
"OOOOooooooooohhhh god! OOOOoooooooohhhhhh god! OOOOhhhhhhh
god! UNGGHH! UNGGHH! Do it to me, Stan."
Mom's cries became even louder and more frequent when Stan
pushed her onto her back and shoved her legs up into the air.
Her thong still kept her from spreading wide open, but Stan got
her spread enough to let him get his head between her thighs and
his month on her throbbing cunt. Diane held one leg high in the
air as she supported herself on one arm and watched her young
lover attack her waiting pussy and clit.
I now had both hands buried in my own convulsing pussy. One
hand worked on my hard, pulsing clitoris while the fingers of my
other hand plunged in and out of my hot hole rubbing my G-spot on
every stroke. My mother's wild cries echoed throughout the house
as Stan brought her off again and again. Her tits were heaving
with excitement as the orgasms exploded inside her vagina and
forced her clitoris into near continuous climaxes.
I had to bite my lip to keep from shrieking at the top of my
lungs as I came. The intense orgasm surged through my pussy and
convulsed my clit. As the spasms continued, I wanted to scream
at Stan to mount my mom... to ram his big cock up her cunt... to
fuck the shit out of her and pump her full of cum, but somehow, I
managed to keep quiet.
After my orgasm ebbed, I leaned back against the back of the
couch and tried to catch my breath. My pussy was a sodden mess
from the hot secretions that had poured forth when I had come. I
was still breathing hard when I heard my mom screeching and
howling. It sounded like she was being tortured, but I knew she
was wailing like that because Stan had shoved his cock up her
cunt.
When I again looked down into the den/kitchen area, I saw that
Stan now had her facing the kitchen counter, her left leg hoisted
up onto the counter as she leaned to the side and balanced
herself with one arm on the counter top. Her other hand was on
her ass cheek stretching it wide to expose her holes. Stan was
behind her fucking her with hard, fast strokes that brought
groans of female pleasure from my mom's mouth. I couldn't tell
at first whether Stan had his cock in her pussy or in her ass.
It only took Stan a few minutes to make my mother cum again.
When she did, she looked back over her shoulder at Stan and said
something to him. He nodded and his ass went into overdrive.
Mom grunted and began to spew a stream of four-letter words at
him.
"Oh shit... fuck my cunt hole... stick that cock in me... fuck
me like a slut. Ram it in, Stud. Hard. OOOHHHH.... god... I'm
... gonna .... cummm.... fuck it.... FFUCCCKKKK ITT!'
AAAHHHHHHHHHHH... CUMMING... OOHHHHH GOD, I'M FUCKING CUMMING!"
I had my second orgasm when mom was riding Stan's cock reverse
cowgirl and I had a great view of his cock plunging in and out of
her cunt. She grunted every time he pulled her hips downward as
he drove his sex spear upward into her.
"Oh Baby. I'm about to shoot in you again," Stan groaned.
"Do it! Pump me full, Stud."
Before Stan had finished emptying his load inside my mom's
pussy, it was already running out coating his cock and his balls.
When he pulled his dick out of mom's pussy, the thick white load
gushed out and ran down her ass crack in a river of semen.
After they had both cum, they got off the butcher block and
Diane got them both a bottle of beer from the fridge. It gave me
a really strange feeling to see my mother and former boyfriend
both sitting around the kitchen table, both naked, drinking beer
and chatting about the great sex they had just had.
When Stan had finished his beer, mom asked, "Want another,
Honey?"
"No, but I want another helping of your hot pussy, Diane."
"You can have as much as you want, Stan. Anytime. Phil
doesn't get home until nearly 6 PM. Today, Laura has late
cheerleading practice and won't be home until after 6 PM.
Usually she's home before 5:00. So, during the week before 5 PM,
you can fuck me anytime you want. On the weekends, we'll have to
meet some other place... that is, if you still want to fuck me."
"I don't think I could ever get tired of fucking you, Diane.
You're the hottest woman I've ever been with."
"Even hotter than Laura?"
"Yeah... hotter than Laura. But as soon as she gets older and
more experienced, the two of you are probably going to be in a
dead tie for the hottest pussy in the state."
"Why don't we take this to my bedroom. Wouldn't you like
fucking me in the same bed my husband uses when he finally
decides to screw me?"
"Oh hell yes! Diane... do you think we could... eh... "
My mother laughed. "Cat got your tongue, Lover? Let me guess.
You want to fuck my ass... right?"
"Yeah. Can I?"
"I cleaned and lubed it for you. But you've got a big cock...
so you have to go slow until you're all the way into me... and
then fuck me gently until I'm fully stretched. Ok? After that,
you can pound me like a hot stallion, Honey."
After they had gone into the master bedroom, I pulled up my
panties and rearranged my clothes. I had just started to leave
when I heard my mother groaning loudly in the master bedroom.
Stan was fucking her so hard, I could hear the slapping of their
bodies together as well as mom's screams. It was so hot
listening to her getting fucked, I just had to see how Stan was
giving it to her now. Even though it was risky, I tiptoed down
the stairs and carefully approached the open doorway to the
master bedroom.
Stan had mom bent over on her knees. He was behind her and
driving his dick balls deep in and out of her asshole. Every
single time it sank out of sight, she hissed loudly and then
grunted when she felt his balls slapping against her pussy. I
couldn't resist sliding my hand inside my panties again.
Suddenly, Mom screamed, "NO! Please. Don't take it out! Fuck
it back into me! Please. I'm about to cum."
"You really want it back inside your hot ass, Diane?"
"You bastard! You know I want it. Fuck me. Hard. In my ass.
I'm almost there. OOOHHH damn you! Fuck it back into me!"
Slowly... ever so slowly... Stan pushed his cock back into
mom's widely stretched asshole. She moaned as it stretched her
open again and filled her ass. I could see her hand between her
thighs where it was frantically rubbing her clit as Stan began
pumping her hard once again. I came at almost the same time as
Mom. It took Stan a little longer and when he finally did shoot
off, Mom came again."
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Over the next six months, I dated a dozen different guys, each
several times, and fucked all of them. Stan was visiting Mom
almost every afternoon while dad was at work. I spied on them
several more times and always got off three or four times when I
did.
One afternoon, I waited outside our house until Stan left
around 4:00 PM. As soon as his car pulled away, I entered our
house knowing that Mom wouldn't have had time to clean up. I
found her still lying in bed, naked with her legs spread wide
open and Stan's semen seeping out of her freshly fucked pussy.
The bed was a total wreck, and the room was filled with the musky
aroma of sex.
"Oh shit! I'm sorry, Laura. You weren't supposed to come home
this early."
"Actually, I got home about thirty minutes ago, but I didn't
want to interrupt your fun. So I waited outside until Stan left.
But don't worry, Mom. I'm not going to tell dad. I think it's
just incredibly hot."
"You're not angry with me for fucking your boyfriend?"
"Stan and I haven't been going together for six months or so,
Mom. I wanted to sample some other guys, and he was more
interested in getting into you than he was in screwing me
anyway."
"I need to get cleaned up before Phil comes home. I doubt that
he would be as understanding as you are. By a dear, Laura, and
change the sheets while I shower. When you're done, come on into
the bathroom so we can chat."
When my mom walked past me, I could easily smell the sexy aroma
of her freshly-fucked cunt. When I told her that, she just
shrugged. "Since Stan's been screwing me for the last two hours
and put two of his loads into my pussy and another one inside my
ass, that's hardly surprising. What do you think you smell like
when you come home from one of your dates, Honey?"
"Really? I didn't realize that. In fact, I didn't smell
anything."
"That's because the sense of smell weakens quickly. I don't
detect the aroma of sex in the room either, but you do because
you just came in. Let that be a lesson to you, Laura."
"What lesson?"
"After you've been laid, you can't detect the sexy aroma of
your body, but every guy who comes near you can. You're
effectively sending off signals that you've just been laid and
are available for more sexy fun."
"I've noticed that guys tend to gather around me when my date
takes me someplace after fucking me. I never realized."
"But they did, Honey. They did." Mom stepped into the shower
and as the water cascaded over her voluptuous body, she asked,
"How many guys have you fucked so far, Laura?"
"Thirteen, counting Stan. So far, he's one of the best... him
and Carl. Are you seeing anyone besides Stan?"
"Just one other guy... one of Phil's friends... plus a few
one-afternoon stands with some guy who happens to excite me."
"What if dad finds out?"
"Then he can either accept it or we can get a divorce. After
all, your father has been screwing five or six different women
regularly when he's out of town, and when he's here, he's banging
his secretary almost everyday. But, it's been over a month since
we've had sex."
"How do you know that?" I asked.
"I hired a private detective agency to shadow him and get the
proof. If and when he wants a divorce, I have all the evidence I
need to get a fair settlement."
"I'm not sure I ever want to get married, Mom. Is that weird?"
"I don't think so. Some women are just better off being
single."
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After High School:
Just before I finished high school, my mom and dad got a
divorce. It really wasn't unexpected to anyone... in fact, they
probably should have done it two years earlier, but Dad didn't
want to split all their financial holdings and Mom didn't want
the hassle.
If Dad hadn't come home a full day early from an out-of-town
business trip without calling my Mom, they might still be
married. As it was, he caught Mom in bed with Barry, a young
black guy she had been seeing for a few weeks. She told me that
when Dad had come into the bedroom, she had been on top of Barry
riding his cock. Her ass was facing the doorway so Dad had a
perfect view of the thick, black cock pumping in and out of his
wife's cunt.
If Mom had cried and begged Dad for forgiveness, I'm pretty
certain that he would have caved, and they'd still be married.
But my mother wasn't in any mood to cry and beg for forgiveness
since Dad had been screwing around on her with half a dozen or
more women for at least two years. So instead of crying and
begging, Mom started ramming her pussy up and down on Barry's
cock even faster while screaming at him to fuck her harder. Then
she turned to Dad and told him to either watch and jack off or
leave.
She told me later that my Dad just stood there with his mouth
open and finally screamed, "You're not even going to stop??
You're just going to keep riding that guy even with me in the
room??!!"
My Mom answered that by saying, "Shut up, Phil! You've been so
busy fucking all your sluts you haven't screwed me in over a
month. Now I'm about to cum, and Barry's about to shoot another
load into me... so either leave or keep quiet while this hot stud
fucks me! Come on, Barry. Forget him! Pound that big cock up
my cunt, Lover, and fill it full of your hot cum load!"
Mom said Dad ran from the room screaming while they both
ignored him and continued fucking for another hour. Dad got a
lawyer and was going divorce my mom and cut her off without a
penny, but when his lawyer informed him of my mother's video and
audio evidence of all his playing around, they ended up splitting
every thing right down the middle. Dad kept the house, and Mom
got the lion's share of the savings and checking accounts. She
also got a nice alimony payment each month. Since I was nearly
18, there was no custody battle and no child support.
I had no desire to go to college after finishing high school.
In any case, my grades weren't good enough to get into a decent
college. Consequently, I started looking for a job. At first, I
worked at several minimum-wage jobs, but they were all so boring
and repetitive, that I quickly lost interest and quit. Finally,
I saw a classified ad for dancers. That sounded interesting,
hot, and probably lucrative, all at the same time. Naturally, I
applied.
For my interview, I wore a tight, low-cut top that exposed
almost half of my tits, a micro-mini skirt with nearly
transparent violet panties, and a pair of strapless heels. My
top didn't even cover all of my bra. When I entered the strip
bar, the woman behind the cash register took one look at me and
said, "Looks like you here to apply for a job as a dancer.
Right?"
"Yeah. Who should I see?"
"Alan does the interviews. You know what this job requires,
Honey?"
"The ad said dancing."
"It did... dancing and stripping. After 10 PM, the dancers
finish their routines in just their heels or heels and stockings.
You dance, you strip, you spread wide and show it off to the
customers... up close. When your set is done, you wait tables in
a string bikini and heels and take turns with the other dancers
giving lap dances... sometimes in the lap dance area... other
times in one of the private rooms. Still interested?"
"What's the job pay?"
"Depends on what you're willing to do, Honey. Should I tell
Alan you want an interview?"
"Sure... why not?"
"Well for one thing, Alan's going to have you strip, then he'll
take pics of you naked and fuck you. And after he fucks you, he
still might not give you the job. Job or no job... you're gonna
be fucked, Honey. Still interested?"
"Yeah."
I had expected Alan to be some overweight slob, but he turned
out to be a nice-looking, rather young guy. "Hi. I'm Laura," I
said after the cashier had shown me into his office. "I read an
ad that you're looking for dancers. I'm interested."
"Good. The job pays minimum wage, no benefits, but you get to
keep all your tips and half of the price for a lap dance, and
whether or not you report the tips and lap dance money is your
business. If you're good and show the customers a good time, the
tips will dwarf the salary. Ok?"
"Could you give me an estimate of how much I might make in
tips?"
"The average dancer makes about $200 a night not counting her
salary... the most popular one probably rakes in twice that."
"Well, that works for me," I said trying to conceal my
excitement.
"Fine... now we need to see if I'm satisfied. Did you finish
high school?" I nodded and Alan asked, "Good. Have you had a
lot of sex? Several boyfriends? Did you party with more than
one guy?"
"I've had a lot of sex with 14 different guys, but no multiple
partners... at least not at the same time."
"You on the pill?" When I again nodded, he said, "Ok, but if
you ball anyone out in the parking lot... it has to be outside
the club itself... you have to make the guy wear a condom anyway.
That's one of our rules. If you meet a guy after work, what you
do is your business. Now, let's see what you've got. By the
way, I like the outfit. Always come to work wearing something
hot like that. Spread your legs... Show me the panties, Laura."
It flashed through my mind to tell him that I charge $0.50 to
show guys my panties. The thought made me giggle.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing. This what you have in mind?" I opened my legs fully
and arched my ass slightly to give Alan a good view.
"Yeah. Hot. Very hot. I can see that you're panties are wet.
That's good. The customers like that." Alan moved even closer,
inhaled deeply, and grinned. "Damn if I can't smell the aroma of
your cunt, Laura. You're already getting me hard, Baby. Stand
up. Show me the ass."
I stood up as ordered, turned around, and pulled my short skirt
up around my waist. After bending over slightly, I thrust my ass
back in Alan's direction and moved my feel further apart. With
the ass strap of my panties sunk between my buttocks, I knew my
entire ass was display to him.
"What an ass!" Alan exclaimed. "Has it been fucked much?"
"Quite a bit. I like anal sex so I never turn a guy down when
he indicates an interest in getting into my ass."
"How many cocks have been it?"
"Nine, I think."
"Do you always cum when a guy fucks your ass?"
"Always... usually several times."
"You know if you work as a dancer here, you're going to be
showing off that hot ass a lot. More than half the customers are
going to want to get into it."
"MMmmmm... sounds hot. Does that include you?"
"Oh hell yes. Love screwing ass. Show me the tits, Laura."
"Thought you'd never ask, Honey." I smiled at Alan as I pulled
down my top and my bra. As soon as my bra was down, both of my
tits surged outward. I cupped them for Alan's viewing pleasure.
"Oh fuck! What a rack!" Alan was now stroking himself
steadily.
"Get on the couch, Laura. Steeple one knee and spread wide
open for me, you hot slut. And get those panties aside so I can
see the cunt."
After taking a seat, I planted one of my heels in the seat of
the couch, spread my other leg far to the left, and jerked the
crotch of my panties away from my soaked pussy.
"Like my cunt, Honey? Do you think the customers will want to
fuck it?"
"Do bears live in the forest? Use your fingers, Laura, and
spread your pussy lips. Show me your hot fuck hole."
"See how wet my fuck hole is, Alan? It's always gets this wet
when I strip and show off to a man."
"You're going to need to be wet, Baby, if you dance here. Now,
pull down the panties, turn around, bend over, and show me both
fuck holes. Pull you ass cheeks apart so I can get a good look."
"Yes Sir," I replied. I first turned my back toward Alan, then
bent over, and finally, seductively lowered my panties to
mid-thigh. Reaching back, I opened my ass cheeks. I heard the
masculine groan of pleasure as Alan stared at my two female
holes. I knew he want to stick his cock into both of them.
"Fantastic! I'm going to fuck you now, Laura. I still may not
offer you a job, but I'm going to fuck those hot holes anyway."
I leaned back on the couch with my legs spread watching as he
stripped. When he dropped his pants, I could see that he was
really well hung with very thick six and a half to seven inch
cock.
"Oh god. You're cock is so fucking thick!" I moaned. "I don't
think I can even get my hand around it."
Alan moved closer until his big dick was right in front of my
face. "Why don't you see if you can get your hand around it,
Laura... and while you're at it... SUCK ME!" It wasn't a
request... at least not if I wanted the job.
Circling my fingers around the base of Alan's shaft, I quickly
found out that I had been correct... there was no way I could get
my fingers all the way around it. I had to stretch my mouth as
wide as I could to get the big mushroom head inside.
Alan let me suck and lick his shaft until his rod was beginning
to jerk and pulse. I was very close to orgasm. "You can shoot
in my mouth if you want to, Honey," I said and then immediately
took his sex spike back inside my mouth.
"I know I can shoot off in your mouth, Bitch. I can shoot in
you anywhere I like... anytime I like... right?"
"MMMmmmmmm."
"Well, answer me, Bitch!"
I pulled my mouth off his cock and groaned, "Yesss...
anytime... any hole... you can jizz me whenever you want to
cum... and you don't need to use a condom."
"Ok. I'm going to lie on the couch, and you're going to fuck
your hot cunt on my dick, Laura." When Alan reclined on the
couch, his cock was so fucking hard, it stood at rigid attention,
jerking and pulsing, as if it knew it was about to get inside a
hot cunt.
I mounted the couch, straddled his hips, and lowered my pussy
onto the big cockhead. "OOOHHHH... god... big... so fucking
big!" I grunted as I forced my ass downward. The cock split my
pussy and my labia spread around the big head. I pushed harder
and the head sank out of sight. "UUNNGGHHH!! So fucking damn
thick!"
It took me the better part of a minute to work the cock all the
way into my vagina. Once he was fully seated inside me, Alan
began thrusting up into me with hard, fast strokes that sent the
big head thudding into the bottom of my cunt.
"UGH! UGH! UGH! AAAHHHHHHHHHH GOD... YES!! FUCK IT
INNNNNNNNNN!!"
Again and again, Alan plowed my hole with this shaft until I
was fully stretched and he was driving in deep.
Alan had great control. He fucked me furiously for 15 minutes
bringing me to two hot, intense orgasms, but he still held his
load back.
"Oh god, you're good... so damn good! You're gonna make me cum
again, you hot bastard," I hissed as my pussy throbbed
uncontrollably around the thick shaft pounding back and forth
between my gaping thighs.
"Ohhhh God! NOW! FUCK ME HARDER! FASTER!! I'M CUMMINGGG!!
FUCKKKKK MY CUNT, STUD!"
"Hot Bitch! Luscious cunt hole slut!" he grunted as he
continued to jack hammer my pussy.
"OOhhh... I'm still cumming... can't stop... can't stop...
cumming... aaahhhhhh. never came like this before.... fuck
meeeeeeeeeeeeee... please don't stop... keep fucking meeeeee!"
"On your back, Slut. Gonna mount you and pump your cunt full
of my load. GET ON YOUR BACK! NOW!"
Raising up off the thick shaft, I fell backwards onto the
couch. Alan jerked my legs apart and shoved them up and back
opening my cunt completely. Moving between my thighs, he aligned
his sex gun with my gaping opening and grunted, "Ready, Bitch?
Ready for cock?"
"Stick it in meeeeeeeee!" I wailed.
The cock entered causing me to screech with the hot sensation
of having that thick dick stretch me open. After one stroke,
Alan pulled it out. I could feel my pussy gaping open and
throbbing with anticipation.
"NOOoooooo... put it back into meeeeeeeee," I howled.
"Like this?" Alan drove his cock back inside my pussy causing
me to moan with sheer delight. Again, he withdrew, and I cried
out in response. "I'm going to fuck it in now... and shoot a
load up your cunt, Baby. I hope you didn't forget to take your
pill this morning... if you did... tough shit! The load's going
in anyway."
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Cum in my cunt, Alan. Shoot it into me!"
He did. In fact, he screwed me twice more before telling me I
had the job.
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For the next two months, I worked the strip bar five or six
days a week, dancing, stripping, waiting tables, letting guys cop
feels of my ass and tits, and giving lap dances. I made most of
my money lap dancing. Although the club had a "no hands/no
fucking" rule for the lap dances, I usually managed to get the
guys off and often got off myself.
At the start of my third month at the strip bar, two very
well-dressed men came in around 9 PM or so. They were both
dressed in what looked to me to be $700 or $800 suits, silk ties,
and expensive shoes. Unlike the rest of the crowd, they didn't
sit next to the runway to get the best view of the dancers as
they stripped, nor did they tip the dancers to show them more.
They also ordered expensive scotch rather than beer.
Several of the girls tried to interest them in a lap dance
without success. After my set on stage was done, I was waiting
tables, when I noticed one of the men motioning to me. Hurrying
over to see what they needed, I was surprised when they asked me
to sit down at their table.
"Alan, says your Laura, Laura Burton. Is that right?" one of
them asked.
"Yeah. Can I get you anything?"
"I think so. I'm Clark. My friend here is Grant. We asked
you to come over because it's our opinion that you're the most
attractive woman in the club. We've seen your strip routine...
very sensuous... very erotic. We're both impressed."
"Thank you," I replied still not certain where the conversation
was going.
"The only thing we haven't seen that's available is your skill
at lap dancing. Are you available to give one to Grant?"
"Of course, but what about you? Aren't you interested? I can
do both of you. No problem."
"Oh I'm interested, but we can find out what we want to know
with just one. We flipped a coin. Grant won." Clark smiled
when he said it. "However, I would like to watch, if you don't
mind."
"No problem. Do you prefer the lap dance area in the back of
the club or one of the private rooms?"
"A private room, please. We've already reserved Room Two with
Alan."
I nodded at the two men and led the way down the corridor to
the private rooms. The door to Room Two was open. We entered,
and I locked the down behind us. The chairs used for lap dances
had no arms as they would get in the way. The chair backs and
seats were padded for comfort. Each room had two chairs. Clark
sat down on the couch to watch.
"Grant, I suggest you remove your expensive pants, otherwise
you'll have to have them cleaned, and they might stain. Besides,
I'm sure you'll enjoy it more with your pants off."
"I fully agree, Laura." He carefully removed and folded his
pants. As soon as they were off, I couldn't suppress my gasp
when I saw the monster bulge his fully erect cock made in his
jockey briefs. His cock was so big that the briefs couldn't
contain its full length. At least three inches of hard man meat
pushed out the top.
"My god! You're fucking huge, Grant. It's just beautiful.
WOW!"
"I'm glad you're as excited by my body as I am by yours, Laura.
What about my briefs. Can I take them off? I don't want to
break any of the club's rules."
"You get a choice... your cock can be bare or my pussy can
be... but not both. Which to you prefer... your cock naked or my
cunt naked?" When he hesitated over the decision, I helped him
out. "All I'm wearing is a thong. It generally gets sort of
moved aside during a lap dance. So, if I were you, I choose to
have my cock bare."
"You just convinced me," Grant said with a smile. He lowered
his briefs, and again, I gasped. It had to be 9 or 10 inches in
length and almost as thick as Alan's weapon.
A minute or so later, I had him seated in the chair. Before I
mounted him, I adjusted his penis so that it was aligned along
the length of his body. In that position, I knew that it would
fit nicely into my slit, particularly if my thong should slide to
one side.
Standing in front of him, I reached up and slowly pulled the
top of my dress down baring both of my 34D tits. The nipples
were already rock hard. "You know the rules, Honey. You can
play with my tits or suck them, but your hands have to stay above
my waist."
When I dropped my skirt to the floor leaving me in only my
black thong, thigh-high stockings, and heels, it was Grant's turn
to gasp. "Oh fuck, Laura. You look delicious. Hurry, Baby.
Get on me before I explode."
Straddling his legs, I lowered my cunt onto his bulge. He
groaned and thrust upward. Leaning forward, I cupped my tits and
fed them into his mouth. He replaced my hands with his own and
sucked one nipple hard into his mouth. He sucked so hard, I
could feel my cunt throb in response.
Working my hips around, I got the length of his cock aligned
with my wet slit. I let my weight bring me into hard contact
with its huge length. With nothing separating his stiff meat
from my thong-covered cunt, his thick dick had no problems
sinking into my slit. Slowly, I began to grind my hips on him.
Almost immediately, my thong was pushed to one side allowing the
naked shaft of his cock to slide back and forth within my soaked
sex trench. The pressure on my clitoris was immense. Within a
minute, I knew Grant was going to make me cum.
His mouth alternated from one of my nipples to the other until
both were red and swollen. Grinding down on his erection harder
and harder, I began to whisper in his ear:
"Ooohhh yeah, Baby. I can feel that big hard fuck stick
grinding on my clit. OOOohhhhhh fuckk... you're gonna make me
cum..Ahhh.. Ahhh...Ahhh.. Ungh ..ungh..ungh... grind it into
me...yessss....like that... Squeeze my big tits harder...oohhh
fuckkk... you can go ahead and shoot your cum, Honey.... I'm on
the pill so it doesn't matter if some of your load gets into my
cunt."
The hot words were driving Grant crazy. His hips worked his
thick shaft back and forth. I was so wet now that it slid
smoothly between my pussy lips over the opening to my cunt
continuously grinding against my now erupting clitoris. He
squeezed my tits so hard, fuck signals were shooting to my cunt.
My hips responded by humping against his cock as hard as I could.
My clit exploded.
"OOHHHHH FUCKKKKK... I'M CUMMINGGGGGG...UUUGGHHHHHHHHH..." I
screamed.
"Meeee tooo...", came Grant's tortured reply.
The cock encased between my vaginal lips throbbed and jerked
again and again as jet after jet of cum was shot into my slit
covering my clit, my pubic mound, and my cunt hole. My pussy
throbbed right along with his cock. Finally, his spasms ebbed
and his cock became still. My pussy still pulsed slowly.
I dismounted and noted with pleasure the huge cum load that
covered my thong, mound, clitoris, and which was now seeping down
my thighs in thick, white streams. It had only taken me 10
minutes for us both to get off on each other's hot bodies.
"Damn, Clark. She's hot as fire. You need to try her out
too," Grant urged his friend.
"I intend to, believe me... I intend to."
Turning to Clark, I asked, "Would you like a lap dance like
the one I just gave Grant?"
"Not today. Right now, I would much prefer you to come over
here and suck my cock until I shoot my load down your throat."
As I approached, he unzipped his pants and extracted a
nice-sized cock but not one that was in Grant's league. When I
was in front of him, Clark thrust his rigid hard-on toward me.
"Bend over and suck it, Laura," he ordered. I followed
instructions.
Once Clark had his cock buried in my throat, he took hold of my
hair and began to mouth fuck me with hard, deep thrusts that
caused his balls to bang against my chin on every thrust. I kept
my mouth wide open and took his cock all the way into my throat
on each stroke.
I continued to suck Clark's dick for over 10 minutes before he
informed me that he was about to shoot it.
"UUMMMMmmmm," I moaned with a mouthful of cock. I also nodded
to let him know that I was ready for him to fill my mouth. Clark
pumped his cock into my throat several more times until he felt
the load rising up from his balls. At the last moment, he jerked
his dick out of my throat, aimed it right at my mouth, and
yelled, "Keep your fucking mouth open, Slut. Gonna fill it with
my load!" I stretched my mouth as wide as I could and took gush
after gush of thick sperm and semen inside.
After Clark had shot off, the men got dressed while I cleaned
the cum loads off of my body as well as I could, adjusted my
thong to cover my pussy, and put my short dress back on. I was
about to leave when Clark spoke to me.
"Do you like working here, Laura?"
"It beats serving hamburgers and minimum wage, but until
something better becomes available, it'll have to do."
"Grant and I have something better... a lot better... so much
so, you won't believe it at first. Interested?"
"Of course," I replied sitting down to listen.
"Grant and I, along with three other partners, own and operate
an exclusive escort service. When I say "exclusive", I mean just
that. No one can call up and ask to hire an escort. Becoming
one of our clients is a rather long process that requires
discrete recommendations, evidence of financial worth in excess
of $10,000,000, good community standing, and medical evidence of
freedom from all STDs. There are also oral interviews. If the
potential client passes all of those hurdles, he is invited to an
very exclusive party with some of our escorts who make
recommendations as to his sexual performance. If, and only if,
our escorts give him high marks is he finally accepted as a
client."
"Wow! That's impressive, but I'm not sure what it has to do
with me?" I answered.
"Simple. When we saw you, Grant and I were impressed with your
beauty and sensuality. We were equally impressed with your skill
in getting us off with your lap dance and your mouth. We're
always looking for new escorts and would like to invite you to
interview."
"I don't mean to be crass, but what do your escorts make...
financially, I mean?"
"I know what you mean, and you're not being crass... just
prudent. Each escort sees clients two or three times a week.
Usually overnight, but sometimes for longer periods. The agency
charges a fee of $3,000 per night. There's a reduced rate for
longer periods... for example, a two day, three night weekend is
$6,000. The agency takes 40%, the escort gets 60% with the
payment in cash. Reporting it or not reporting the income is up
to you. We advise reporting about a third, but it's the escort's
decision. The agency provides a clothing allowance, of course,
and pays for all medical examinations, which are monthly.
Benefits include medical and dental care. I think that about
covers the essentials."
"And the average escort has dates three nights a week?" I
asked. When Grant nodded, I said, "You're telling me that the
average escort makes about $5,000 per week and you or the client
pays for all expenses?"
"That's a fair estimate. Of course, our escorts who are in
great demand make even more. To be great demand, the escort must
bring something special to the table... or I guess I should
say... to the bed." Both men chuckled. I just smiled. "So, are
you interested in being interviewed by all of our partners?"
"I think my answer to that is obvious."
"Great, but we need to be completely candid here. Naturally,
there are hundreds... or more likely, thousands of women would
love to be one of our escorts. However, we're very, very
selective about whom we interview, and of those we interview, we
only offer a position to about one out of four. So, if you
interview, it's very likely that the partners will simply fuck
your holes multiple times and then send you on your way with no
job. Unless you have something very special to offer, you only
have about one chance in four. Understood?"
"I do, and I would still like to interview."
"Fine. How about next weekend on Saturday?"
"Before we set a date, can I ask a question and get a candid
answer?"
"Probably... no guarantees, however. What's the question?"
"You said for me to have an excellent chance to be selected, I
would need to bring something special, something unusual,
something the clients would love to have but which you presently
can't provide... is that correct?"
"I would say that's precisely right. A lot of women are good
in bed and love sex. That is, of course, an absolute necessity,
but it's usually not enough."
"Would you say that a mother-daughter combination with the
mother being a drop-dead, gorgeous 36-year old divorcee with 34DD
tits, a dynamite body, and who loves sex with an 18-year old
daughter who looks like me, who sucks like me, and who can fuck
your brains out would be something special that the clients would
love that you presently can't provide? I might also add, the
mother and daughter love to do each other."
Clark and Grant stared at each other in obvious surprise and
near shock. "Are you serious?" Grant finally asked me.
"What would be the point in lying? You're be interviewing us.
Deception would be impossible and therefore, pointless."
"Do you happen to have a recent photograph of your mother?"
"Not in this skimpy outfit, but I have a few in my handbag in
the dressing room. If you'll wait for a few minutes, I'll get
them."
"Please do."
It only took me a couple of minutes to get the photos out of my
handbag. Mom and I had both gone to a studio that specialized in
erotic, glamour photos and had an album of sexy shots taken of us
separately and then some of the two of us together.
The photographer was a man around 50. He had gotten so turned
and so hard during the photo shoot, we told him that if he would
cut the price by 50%, he could fuck either one of us... his
choice. To say he was surprised and pleased would be a gross
understatement.
Naturally, he accepted but made us a counter offer of the
photos and albums free if he could have us both for as long as he
could get it up. We agreed, and then it was our turn to be both
surprised and pleased. That randy, middle-aged stud got it up
three times and spent the next two hours fucking our brains out.
I came three times and I think mom got off four times.
I quickly selected four pics of my mom. The first one showed
her reclining on a couch wearing a low-cut, blue blouse and
mini-skirt. She had her bare legs and heels up on the couch with
her ankles crossed. With some cleavage showing and her legs
bared by the short skirt, it was an tastefully, erotic photo.
Mom looked absolutely gorgeous.
In the second photo, my mother was on the same couch but her
blue blouse was gone and her short skirt was now bunched around
her waist. A black bra and matching black thong covered her tits
and pussy. She had one heel on the floor and the other up on the
couch. The position opened her legs providing an extremely
sensuous view of her panty-covered pussy.
The third photo showed mom in just her thong and heels. The
thong was stretched between her ankles as she spread her legs.
She was reclining on the couch cupping her tits for the camera.
With her knees both raised, her pussy was concealed from view by
her thigh as the photo was taken from the side.
The last pic showed every thing. Mom was naked except for her
come-fuck-me heels. She was on the couch with her legs gaping
wide open and her heels on a glass coffee table in front of the
couch. Her right hand cupped her fully exposed right breast as
if offering it to the camera while the fingers of her left were
busy spreading her pussy wide open to show off its hot, pink
interior.
When I showed the four photos to Clark and Grant, Grant gasped,
"Jezzz... what a woman!" He was squeezing his dick when he said
it.
Clark was equally stunned. "Man! I'd love to fuck that!"
Turning to me, he asked, "Is this really your mother??"
"That's her. When we come to the interview, we'll bring our
birth certificates to verify that we're mother and daughter. I
can tell you that in person, she's much hotter and more
attractive than she is these pics. So, if every thing is as I
say, do you think we have something special to bring to the ...
eh... bed?"
"We can't speak for the other three partners, of course, but my
guess is that you and your mother are going to very quickly
become our most sought-after escorts. Frankly, I can't wait to
fuck both of you together during the interview. So, is next
Saturday Ok?"
"Call me on Monday. I'll talk to my mom tonight. I'm sure
she'll be just as excited as I am."
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When I told mom about the possibility of becoming a
mother/daughter escort team and how much Clark and Grant had
estimated very rich men would pay to have fun with both of us at
the same time, she was shocked, then stunned, and finally very
excited.
"How much money did you say?? I want to be certain that I
heard you right, Laura."
"Clark said the average one of their escorts makes $5,000 a
week clear and that they recommend reporting a third of that to
the IRS. Since it's all in cash, it's virtually untraceable."
That's just the average. Both Clark and Grant think we'll the
most popular escorts in the business. Men always fantasize about
banging both a mother and her daughter, but there are very few
such combinations available. We'll be an exclusive item. Grant
thinks multi-millionaires will pay as much as $10,000 a night for
the two of us or $25,000 for a two-day, three-night weekend. We
get 60%... no expenses. The agency takes care of all medical and
dental expenses and gives us a clothing allowance. With three or
four clients a week, we should make between $20,000 to $25,000
per week. That's more than a half a million a year, each."
"And we would be doing just about every thing sexual.. right?"
"Yeah... every thing except pain and things that endanger us.
The agency won't allow that. But, we'll be doing orgies, women,
each other, bondage, exhibitionism... basically every thing. I
want to do it... do you?"
"Of course. We'll probably need to get a house and live
together, don't you think?"
"I was thinking that we can afford to buy a really nice home on
the lake... maybe $500,000 or so. After all, that will be less
than six-months income for us."
Diane burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" I inquired.
"Don't forget to add in my alimony payment." I joined her in
laughter.
"It's not guaranteed. We have to interview with the five
partners. They're all going to fuck us... probably all weekend
or so. And we may not get the jobs, but I think we will if we
make sure that we fuck their brains out and do each other."
"We've never done that. How do you feel about making it with
your mom?"
"Hot and excited. Why don't we spend the next couple of days
practicing?"
"You just want to get into me, Laura. I'm shocked."
"No you're not. You're just hot and wet. Spread your legs,
Mom. I want to make you cum on my tongue." She spread and I
moved my face between her thighs.
"Ooohhhhh fuckkk! This is wild... AAAaahhhhh... oohhhhh
god.... You know we're both depraved sluts, don't you?"
"Shut up and cum, you hot Slut!"
"Yessssssssss.... suck meeeeeeeeeeeee.... Make me
cummmmmmmmm!!"
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Grant had picked us up promptly at 9 AM on Saturday morning in
a large limo. There was even an uniformed chauffeur driving. It
was an hour and a half drive to the large mansion that served as
the agency's headquarters. Grant was with me in the back seat of
the limo while one of the other partners who introduced himself
as George was with my mother.
We hadn't been on the way for more than 10 minutes before Grant
had my dress up to my hips and my tits out. He then had me
remove his pants, shirt, and briefs. Once again, I was stunned
by the size of his huge cock. This time, I knew he was going to
use it on me in lot more ways than just having me lap dance on
it.
He was already hard as stone and that fantastic cock was
standing straight up. "Suck it, Laura," he ordered. As I bent
over his dick, I could smell its heady masculine aroma.
George and my mom were in the other back seat that faced us.
So we all had a great view of what the other couple was doing.
George already had my mom's clothes off. As I lowered my mouth
over Grant's cock, George was climbing between my mom's raised
thighs.
Grant pushed my head down his cock and I took him deep into my
throat, but still couldn't get all of his organ inside my mouth.
He was just too big. Nevertheless, his deep masculine grunts of
pleasure let me know that I was doing a good job.
I had been sucking on Grant's dick for about five minutes when
I heard the telltale sounds of George fucking my mom on the other
seat. The springs of the seat were squeaking, George was
grunting, and my mother was squealing and shrieking every time he
drove his cock into her cunt. I stole a quick glance in their
direction and saw the thick shaft hammering in and out of her
cunt hole. He wasn't as big as Grant, but he was more than large
enough to stretch my mom's cunt and make her moan with pleasure.
She had her first orgasm as I watched.
After Grant shot off in my mouth, he got me naked and then
pushed me onto the seat on my back. When he went down on me, I
had an orgasm almost immediately. Before he decided to fuck me,
I had gotten off again. George had finished fucking Mom before
Grant had me mount his cock... so when he did, they were both
watching as his huge dick split my pussy open and disappeared
inside.
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When we arrived at the mansion, Grant and George had dressed,
but my mother and I were required to remain naked except for our
heels. The two men led us into the mansion that way where we
were greeted by the other three partners who inspected us like we
were pieces of meat... which in a way, I suppose we were.
Video equipment was set up at various places in the mansion,
and every one of the partners seemed to have a couple of
expensive-looking cameras with wide-angle and telephoto lens.
The "interview" started by having us pose for photographs. At
first, we were naked except for our heels. At one point, they
had me on my knees on a large leather couch with my head lowered
to the seat, my knees far apart, and my ass arched high in the
air. From behind me, I could hear repeated clicks as photo after
photo was taken of me. Marvin was using a telephoto lens to get
close-up views of my gaping pussy and asshole.
When they finished with me, it was my mother's turn. They had
Diane lie on the same sofa I was on with her legs gaping and up
in air. A dozen photos were taken in variations of that pose.
Next, the men had her squatting on the floor, sitting on her
heels while cupping one of her tits and holding her pussy open
with the other hand.
Hal got so hard and hot while taking photos of her that he put
down his camera, took out his cock, and started jacking off.
When he was about to cum, he moved closer to Diane and ejaculated
all over her face and tits. Of course, she wasn't permitted to
wipe off his cum load. Instead, they took another dozen photos
of her sitting on the stairs with her face and tits still showing
streaks of Hal's load.
When the partners felt they had had enough individuals photos
of us, they had us posing together. In one photo, we seated
side-by-side on the couch with our legs high in the air and
spread. All four of our sex holes were exposed to the cameras,
which clicked repeatedly... sometimes with wide-angle lens...
other times with telephoto lens that were focused directly on our
pussies or our asses or both.
When that pose was exhausted, we were told to lower our legs
and put our feet up on the couch with our knees steepled and
spread. The men had both of us masturbating with our fingers as
the digital camera's clicked and the video cameras recorded all
the action.
"Make yourselves cum," Clark ordered. In response, our fingers
moved faster and faster over our engorged clits while we both
used other fingers to fuck our vaginas. As we approached orgasm,
mom and I were both arching her asses up off the couches. The
musky aroma of our excited cunts filled the room.
Mom came first. "AH! AH! AH! AH! OOHHH! FUCK! CUMMING!
AAAAHHHHHHHH! YESSSSSSSSSS!", she hissed as her vagina and
clitoris went into hard spastic contractions.
Mom's orgasm quickly triggered mine. My moans were almost as
loud as mom's when I came. "OOouuuuuu... uunngghh... aahh ...
aahh ... aahh... AAGGAAHH... ME TOO... cumming... oohhhhh gawd!"
I saw at least three of the men jacking off as we came.
The agency's partners kept mom and I naked the rest of the day
and evening. Most of the time, at least one of the men was
fucking one us, and a lot of the time, two or more of them would
be having sex with us. Before the night was over, mom and I had
each been fucked by all of the partners at least twice, and I
think most of not all of them banged us three times. I know for
a fact that both mom and I were fucked by Grant's huge dick four
times.
At one point, Mom was riding his huge cock while I was
caressing his balls and playing with her ass.
A short time later, I was bent over licking Mom's pussy and
clit while Grant fucked me from behind.
Much of the evening was spent with the two of us riding cocks
on one of the couches or being fucked side-by-side in one of the
many beds in the mansion.
The next morning after having breakfast, the five partners each
fucked both of us again, and then offered us a position as
escorts with the agency. Needless to say, we eagerly accepted.
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The Escorts:
Things worked out even better than any of the partners or Mom
or I had expected. Within a month, we had become the most sought
after, popular escorts in the agency. Clark told us that we were
booked several months in advance. The demand was so great that
the partners tried desperately to get us to work five or even six
days a week, but we stuck to our original agreement of an average
of three or four days per week.
As the demand for our services escalated, so did the prices.
After two months we were making even more than we had imagined we
might. Best of all, we were enjoying every minute of it.
One weekend, Mom and I spent cruising the Caribbean and
visiting all the exotic islands in the private yacht of the CEO
of a large corporation. He had invited several of his vice
presidents, and Mom and I provided the entertainment aboard ship
and exotic company in the many private clubs of the islands.
Another weekend was spent in two luxury suites of the Bellagio
in Las Vegas where ten black, former professional athletes were
holding a ten-year reunion celebration. We spent 80% of that
weekend naked in one of the four king-sized beds enjoying one
huge black cock after another. When we did take a break, we
dined in nothing but five-star restaurants.
A lot of clients hired us for just a single evening. Often, it
was with just one guy who had a huge fantasy to fuck two women, a
mother and her daughter, at the same time. Those guys got more
than their money's worth. When we left, the guy always looked
like he needed to be admitted to the ICU of a hospital.
We were the entertainment at numerous bachelor parties for very
upscale, socially prominent bridegrooms. In every case, there
were over a dozen men at the party, and Mom and I took care of
all of them, usually more than once.
Once, we flew first class to the French Rivera where we were
the escorts for two billionaires for a full week. Every day was
filled with sex, dining in exquisite restaurants, orgies in swing
and bondage clubs, and swapping partners with other rich couples.
We even had sex with the wives, which was a delightful change.
As a result of new income status, Mom and I purchased a
beautiful lakefront property that included a 4,000 square foot
home with all the luxuries. We each had our own private bedroom
with several guest bedrooms, huge swimming pool, game room, spa
and sauna, etc.
After a year and a half, we had well over a million dollars in
various safety deposit boxes and back accounts. Mom and I both
dated guys from time to time. Over half the time they wanted to
marry us even after we told them we were professional escorts.
Naturally, we turned them down, but they were a lot of fun to
have around. After all, guys with big cocks and constant
hard-ons did have their uses.
We still party with the partners, but they now pay for the
privilege. After all, there are several escort agencies vying
for our services.
A month ago, we went out to dinner and then visited a club and
danced with a bunch of college guys. One guy kept trying to get
his hand up my skirt, but I kept pushing his hand away.
"I'm just trying to see if you're wearing any panties," he
said.
"Take my word for it, Honey. I am."
"Prove it," he said with a grin.
"No way, Baby. No way."
"Come on," he begged. "Let me see your panties."
"Forget it."
"Come on. Just let me have a peek."
"I said forget it!"
"I'll pay you."
"You'll pay me to see my panties?"
"Yeah."
"How much?"
"How much do you want?"
"The price for seeing my panties is 50 cents," I said with a
smile.
"You're kidding?"
"Nope. Either get your 50 cents out there on the table or get
lost, Honey."
The guy fumbled in his pockets frantically and finally managed
to produce two quarters, which he laid on the table in front of
me. "How long do I get to look at your panties for 50 cents?" he
wanted to know.
"Until the lunch bell rings, Baby. Until the lunch bell
rings."
He still had a puzzled, confused look on his face when I pulled
my skirt up to my waist, spread my legs, and let him stare at my
wet panties. His hand squeezed his dick... then he squeezed it
harder as he did his best to see my cunt through the panties.
Soon, he was stroking it. I arched my hips. He unzipped his
pants and took it out. I raised my ass even higher and watched
as he jacked off. It took him less than a minute to shoot off.
I stood up, dropped my skirt, and pocketed my 50 cents. "Hope
you enjoyed yourself, Baby." When I left, he still had his hand
around his now flaccid dick.
After a brief search of the dance floor, I located my mom who
was busy fending off two guys who were dying to fuck her. "Ready
to go, Mom?" I asked.
"Yeah. Where have you been anyway?"
"I was showing my panties to a guy for 50 cents."
We both laughed all the way home.
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