by Ray Gordon
‘I . . . well, there was one man. I was short of money and . . .’
‘God,’ she breathed, shaking her head. ‘You, of all people.’
‘I’ve shocked you, haven’t I?’
‘No, not really.’ Jackie paused and locked her dark-eyed gaze with mine. ‘OK, you’ve been honest with me so I’ll be honest with you. There was this man . . . It was a couple of months ago. I’d been clubbing and this man had been chatting me up all evening. He seemed OK so I let him walk me home. It’s a long story but he wanted sex with me. I said no and he offered me twenty pounds to wank him.’
‘And did you?’ I asked her expectantly.
‘I’d spent a lot of money in the club and . . . yes, I wanked him for twenty pounds.’
‘OK,’ I said, grinning at her. ‘I’ll tell you more. I have two clients.’
‘What?’ Jackie gasped, holding her hand to her mouth.
‘Two men in their sixties.’
‘In their sixties?’ she echoed.
‘They pay me one hundred pounds for an hour or so.’
‘Fucking hell, Ali,’ she cried. ‘How long has this been going on? I mean, how often do you see them? What do you have to do? Do they fuck you or –’
‘Calm down,’ I interrupted her. ‘I do everything with them. I’m seeing them this evening.’
‘God, I can’t believe that you . . .’
‘Although I haven’t met my twin sister yet I know that she’s a prostitute. I’ve been playing the role of my sister, stealing her clients and earning a hell of a lot of money.’
‘You must be loaded.’
‘I am. And you could be, too.’
‘What?’
‘Come on, Jackie. You know very well that you’re a bit of a slut.’
‘I might be a slut but I’m not a . . .’
‘You charged a man twenty pounds for a wank.’
‘Well, yes, but . . .’
‘It was easy money, wasn’t it?’
‘Yes, but I didn’t have to take my knickers off. And he wasn’t some old pervert in his sixties.’
‘What does age matter? You think about it while I make another coffee.’
I was really keen to get Jackie involved in my illicit business. She was extremely attractive, with a bloody good body, and she’d be a great asset. We could work together, I mused as I poured the coffee. Two eighteen-year-old girls working together . . . We could earn a small fortune. I realised that my life was going way off track, not that I’d been going in any particular direction, but I found the prospect of working with Jackie extremely exciting. I also realised that Ali the slut was taking over my life, but I thought that I could turn back at any time and lead a normal life. Once I’d earned enough money to get my own flat and buy a car . . . The future was looking good, I thought.
‘It’s one thing fucking lads of my own age,’ Jackie said. ‘But two old men . . . that’s a different matter altogether.’
‘Why?’ I asked her. ‘They have cocks, just like teenage lads. The difference is that they’ll part with a hell of a lot of cash.’
‘I suppose so,’ she sighed, obviously coming round to the idea. ‘But you and I would see each other naked.’ Jackie grimaced and shook her head. ‘I shouldn’t have said that. It sounds stupid.’
‘It is stupid,’ I replied, laughing as she toyed with her coffee cup. ‘We’ve both got tits, we’ve both got pussies . . . I don’t suppose they’re very different. Shall I phone my clients and say that I’ll have another girl with me tonight?’
‘No . . . I mean . . . we’d have to share the money. Or would they pay double?’
‘I’ll ring and find out.’
I took my phone from my handbag, called John and put the idea to him. He was all for it, and he said that he’d pay double. I realised that I could have given Jackie less than half the cash, seeing as I was the boss, but I didn’t want to rip her off. I slipped my phone back into my bag, gazed at her and smiled. Jackie looked anxious as her eyes darted between her coffee cup and me, but I reckoned that I’d won her over. She asked me what time we’d meet and where, so I told her to wait at the end of the alleyway in Gloucester Road.
‘Be there at seven,’ I said. ‘We’ll go in through the back gate.’
‘What shall I wear?’ she asked me.
‘I was supposed to be wearing a leather miniskirt and boots, plus some other kinky stuff, but I haven’t been shopping yet. Wear a miniskirt – that’ll be fine.’
‘I’m not sure about this,’ Jackie said softly. ‘I mean . . . is it just a fuck, or what?’
‘Well, it’s more than that,’ I admitted. ‘A blow job and –’
‘A man in his sixties?’ she cut in. ‘I don’t think . . .’
‘Jackie, just come along this evening and give it a try. If you don’t feel comfortable or you don’t want to do it, then leave.’
‘Actually, now that dad has left, mum is short of money. If I could help her out . . . I’ll get one hundred pounds?’
‘More, I think.’
‘More? Why?’
‘There might be a third man there. One hundred and fifty, Jackie.’
‘Fucking hell.’
‘Just think, if we earn that sort of money a couple of times a week, or more, we’ll be loaded. It beats working at the store.’
‘Yes, yes, of course. It’s just that –’
‘I don’t look at it as prostitution. I mean, I know it is, but . . . the way I look at it is that I’m keeping some old men happy and they’re paying me. There’s nothing wrong with that.’
Jackie finished her coffee and left the table. ‘OK, I’ll be there at seven,’ she said.
‘That’s great. We’re in business, Jackie. We’re going to be rich.’
‘I’ll be able to buy a car and . . . Mum was in tears this morning. The bills are coming in and it seems that dad isn’t going to help her out. OK, I’d better go. See you at seven.’
I saw her out, closed the front door and punched the air with my fist. It would be nice to have a business partner, I thought. A partner in crime? I checked the time and decided to go into town to buy some leather gear. I’d have to change my clothes in the woods before I went to John’s, I reckoned. I’d also have to make sure that I wasn’t followed. This was the beginning of a new chapter in my life, I thought as I grabbed a wad of cash from my bedroom. I was building up my clients, I had money, now I had Jackie with me . . . Things were looking good.
Seven
I WAS WEARING a red leather miniskirt with a matching top and leather boots when I reached the alleyway at seven o’clock. Jackie was waiting for me, hiding in the bushes like a thief in the night. Dressed in a tiny miniskirt and a crop-top, she looked stunning. She also looked extremely anxious. At least she’d turned up, which had obviously taken courage. But she still had time to change her mind.
‘Are you OK?’ I asked her as we walked along the alley.
‘No, not really,’ she breathed. ‘The idea of old men fucking me –’
‘A cock is a cock, Jackie,’ I cut in. ‘Don’t think about their ages, just think about the money you’ll be earning. When we leave the bungalow later you’ll have one hundred and fifty pounds in cash.’
‘I really do need some money,’ she sighed. ‘I like your leather skirt and top. Are they new?’
‘You need a regular income, and that’s what you’ll get. I bought these clothes with the money I’d earned. You’ll be able to buy things, Jackie. You’ll be able to buy anything you want.’
‘God, I’m about to become a prostitute.’
‘Don’t look at it that way. We’re out for some fun, just as if we were going clubbing or . . .’
‘It’s hardly the same, Ali.’
‘I know. Just relax and enjoy the evening.’
As I led Jackie through the gate to John’s back garden, I imagined her taking her clothes off and standing naked in the lounge. I’d never seen another girl naked, and I wondered what her young bod
y was like. She wouldn’t have shaved her pussy, I thought as I tapped on the back door. What would she think when she saw my hairless slit? How would she feel when I watched her getting fucked? She still had time to change her mind.
John invited us into the lounge where Harry was waiting with another man. All three men looked Jackie up and down, their eyes widening as they admired her young body. John made the introductions and then poured two large gins with tonic for Jackie and me. The third man, Keith, was a real good-looker. Although he was in his late sixties, he’d kept in shape and showed a perfect set of white teeth as he smiled at me. Things were going to be fine, I thought as Harry said that he was keen to take a look at Jackie’s naked body and suggested that he should strip her.
Jackie glanced at me as Harry unbuttoned her top. I flashed her a reassuring smile as I sat on the sofa, hoping that she wouldn’t back out. She seemed to be all right as Harry slipped her top off and unhooked her bra. John and Keith waited expectantly for the firm mounds of her teenage breasts to come into view, and I too was eager to take a look at her young body. The cups fell away and her pointed breasts were exposed – I thought how long her erect nipples were. She had a beautiful body, and I could hardly wait to see her pussy as Harry knelt down in front of her.
Jackie glanced at me again as Harry tugged her short skirt down and revealed her tight knickers. They were white cotton with a damp patch on the crotch, and they hugged her sex lips beautifully. She had an amazing figure, and I realised that I’d never even seen her in a bikini, let alone naked. Harry finally pulled her knickers down and gazed longingly at the well-trimmed pubic curls veiling her sex slit. I’d never had lesbian tendencies, but for a while I couldn’t drag my stare away from the full lips of her young pussy. I finally tore my gaze away from Jackie’s naked body. I didn’t want arousals in the depths of my mind, I didn’t want any lesbian thoughts erupting.
Jackie was finally told to kneel on all fours and rest her head on the armchair cushion, and I knew that she was about to earn her money. The men were ignoring me but my turn would come before long. Jackie was the new girl and they obviously wanted to try her out before pumping my own three holes full of fresh spunk. Harry knelt behind Jackie and stroked the smooth flesh of her naked bottom while the other men stripped off. Harry was to be the first to have her. He parted the rounded cheeks of her bottom, exposing her tight brown hole as the others looked on appreciatively, and I wondered whether he was going to force his huge cock into her bum.
I could see the girl’s swollen pussy lips bulging between her slender thighs and I knew that was how I’d looked when I’d been ordered to get on all fours. I’d never seen my pussy from behind and hadn’t realised that the lips protruded so much – and so alluringly. Jackie’s outer lips were like miniature balloons, puffing up either side of her tight crack. I focused on the petals of her inner lips as they protruded from her pink sex valley and I felt my clitoris swell. Harry moved in and licked her tight anal entrance, and I sensed my stomach somersaulting and my young womb contracting as Jackie let out a gasp.
Trying again to clear my mind of lesbian thoughts as the men discussed Jackie’s naked body, I watched Harry drive two fingers into the girl’s vagina. Her outer lips stretched around his fingers, her juices squelching as he kneaded her inner flesh. I felt my own vaginal muscles tighten and my juices of desire seep between my swelling sex lips. I couldn’t see Jackie’s face, but I could hear her whimpers as Harry repeatedly thrust his fingers deep into her wet sheath. Hoping that she was enjoying the crude attention, I gazed wide-eyed as Harry slipped his fingers out of her teenage pussy and unzipped his trousers. This was it, I thought. This was Jackie’s first fuck for cash.
Jackie said nothing as Harry rammed his solid shaft deep into her young cunt, and I wondered what she was thinking. She must have recalled my saying that a cock was a cock, I thought as he grabbed her shapely hips and repeatedly thrust the entire length of his rock-hard penis deep into her trembling body. Age didn’t matter, I reflected as she gasped and writhed. Besides, we were being paid well for our services.
Harry threw his head back and let out a low moan of pleasure as he pumped out his spunk, and I felt pleased that Jackie had satisfied her first client. My clitoris swelled as I watched his sex-slimed cock repeatedly withdraw and thrust back into her young body and I realised how desperate I was myself for a crude vaginal shafting. I’d changed beyond belief, I mused as Harry finally slipped his deflating penis out of the girl’s spunked pussy and moved aside for the next man. Jackie had also changed, I thought as spunk flowed from her gaping vaginal entrance.
‘She’s bloody tight,’ Harry said as John positioned himself behind the girl.
‘Tight and hot,’ John breathed, sliding the full length of his solid penis deep into her spunk-bubbling pussy.
Harry looked at me and grinned. ‘I think Keith should strip you,’ he said, eyeing my leather miniskirt. ‘We don’t want to leave you out of the fun.’
‘OK,’ I said, standing up as Keith walked towards me.
Keith unbuttoned my leather top and wasted no time in yanking my bra off and exposing the firm mounds of my young breasts. Jackie was gasping and writhing with her second fucking, but she managed to turn her head and gaze at my teenage tits. She smiled at me as Keith knelt in front of me and tugged my skirt down, and I knew that she’d settled into her new job. We were a team, I thought happily as Keith yanked my knickers down and stroked the hairless lips of my dripping pussy. And we were going to earn a fortune.
The feel of Keith’s tongue running up and down my vaginal crack drove me wild. I parted my sex lips wide to give him access to my wet hole, my solid clitoris. He lapped like a dog, drinking the hot milk from my cunt as John announced that he was coming and pumped Jackie’s young quim full of spunk. We were doing well, I thought as Jackie cried out in what must have been a massive orgasm. Her naked body shook wildly and her cries of pleasure resounded around the room – she was obviously enjoying her new job.
‘Suck the spunk out of her cunt,’ John ordered me as he slipped his limp cock out of Jackie’s creamy vagina.
‘No . . .’ I sighed softly. ‘I –’
‘Come on,’ Keith said impatiently. ‘We want some lesbian action.’
‘But I thought . . .’ Catching Jackie’s wide-eyed stare, I wondered what she was thinking.
‘Yes, lesbian action,’ Harry chipped in. ‘Suck the spunk out of her tight cunt.’
I knelt behind Jackie and squeezed my eyes shut as I tentatively licked her yawning vaginal crack. The men cheered as I lapped up the blend of spunk and pussy juice flowing from her open hole. I hadn’t expected this, I thought anxiously. And I was sure that Jackie hadn’t dreamed that we’d be asked to perform lesbian acts for our paying clients. Would they demand that she lick my pussy? I wondered, slipping my tongue deep into her hot vagina. Should we have charged more for a lesbian sex show? Still, I reckoned that the men were paying us enough as it was. I had no idea what the going rate was, but as far as I was concerned we were earning more than enough.
Jackie began to tremble and writhe as I licked the wet flesh of her inner lips and swept my tongue over the sensitive tip of her solid clitoris. She was enjoying it, I reckoned. And I had to admit that I loved the taste of her pussy milk blended with fresh sperm. But I wasn’t a lesbian, I reminded myself. I was simply doing my job and pleasing our clients. My life had changed dramatically since I’d discovered Ali the slut. Never in a million years would I have thought that I’d be licking my best friend’s pussy. There again, never would I have thought that we’d be working together as prostitutes.
Swivelling her hips, jutting her naked bum out and giving me better access to her rock-hard clitoris, Jackie began to gasp and squirm as I sucked and mouthed between her spunk-drenched pussy lips. She really was enjoying my intimate attention, I thought as I sucked her clitoris into my hot mouth and snaked my tongue around the solid protrusion. Had Jackie always harboured lesbian thoughts
? I wondered. Realising that she was going to reach her climax, I licked and sucked for all I was worth as the men gathered round and whispered crude comments.
The lesbian act felt so natural, which worried me. A cock was a cock, I thought. But what I was doing didn’t involve the men. This was a blatant act of lesbianism. I loved the taste of the girl’s cunt juice, the scent of her black pubic curls, but I wasn’t a lesbian. This was purely business, I reminded myself again as Jackie whimpered. I was licking Jackie’s cunt for money, doing it for our clients. The feel of her swollen pussy lips on either side of my mouth, her solid clitoris pulsating within my wet mouth . . . this was purely business.
Jackie reached her orgasm and uttered a cry of pleasure. Her vaginal milk spewed from her open sex hole and flooded my face, her rock-hard clitoris pulsated beneath my sweeping tongue, and she shook violently as I worked between her slender thighs to sustain her climax. My own juices of arousal streamed from my vaginal entrance and ran down my inner thighs as I gasped through a mouthful of vaginal flesh. Then one of the men knelt behind me and thrust his cock deep into the tight sheath of my neglected cunt.
The men cheered again as my naked body rocked back and forth and I sucked and mouthed on Jackie’s orgasming clitoris. Never had I known such debased sex, never had I dreamed of indulging in an illicit three-way coupling, let alone realised that I’d derive such pleasure from the debauched act. Swinging balls battering my hairless mons, a swollen knob pummelling my ripe cervix, a hard shaft massaging the sensitive tip of my erect clitoris, I knew that I’d soon be writhing in orgasm as I sucked the hot sex milk from Jackie’s gaping vaginal hole. Moving back to her pulsating clitoris and sustaining her pleasure, I licked and sucked fervently, and I wondered whether I’d woken latent lesbian desires lurking deep within my mind. I wasn’t a lesbian, I told myself for the umpteenth time.
My contracting vagina swallowed a deluge of fresh spunk before I moved again to Jackie’s gaping sex hole and sucked out her hot milk as her orgasm faded. My own climax erupted within the solid nub of my clitoris and I breathed heavily through my nose as I drank from the girl’s teenage body. This was incredible sex, I thought as the man behind me repeatedly rammed his spunking knob deep into the tight sheath of my fiery cunt. Was I now hooked on lesbian sex?