Hearing my favorite track come on, I ran onstage and struck a pose. The lights flashed on with a single spotlight focused on my ass, and I shimmied seductively to the catcalls and howls of the audience. Smirking, I toyed with the side straps to my g-string, pulling it down one way and then the other, all the while rotating my ass. The cheers only got louder, dollar bills landing on the dance floor.
I turned around and flipped my hair back, pouting and thrusting my breasts forward. They were my crowning glory. I’m petite, maybe only 5’2”, but my tits are natural Double D’s, with a perfect teardrop shape. I’d picked some glittery purple pasties to wear that night, and they shimmered and bounced as my jugs swayed.
When I dance, I don’t like to hold anything back. I give it my all, and that night was no exception. I licked a finger and suggestively trailed it between my breasts, a line of slippery wetness appearing on my skin. My finger went all the way down to my pussy, playing with my thong, even sweeping the crotch aside for a moment to let the men get a glimpse of my wet cunny. The roar from the audience grew louder.
Spotting a high roller on my right, I shimmied over to him and bent over, pushing my ass into his face. Rolling my hips, I reached between my legs again and pulled at my g-string, letting him see my pussy, the wet lips drenched and a stream of juice already trickling down my thigh. He leaned forward to kiss it, and I let him, bumping him a bit while his tongue traced my folds.
“Yo bro! My turn,” shouted another dude, trying to push the customer out of the way. What can I say? I lot of guys wanted to kiss my pussy.
But I shimmied away and shook my head. I needed to get paid first. The customer understood and reached for his wallet, placing a twenty dollar bill onto the dance floor. I danced over again and squatted in front of him, lifting a heavy breast. He pushed the bill under my boob, and I let it flop down, squeezing the twenty in place. As a reward, I leaned forward and let him suck my nipple a bit, his mouth hungry and wet on my tit.
As for the other customer, he wanted to outdo the first, and had magically procured a fifty dollar bill. The photo of President Grant made my pussy hum and I sashayed over to him, letting my boobs and ass sway to the music. This time, I knelt with my back to the customer, getting down on all fours. I raised my hips and once again, pulled my g-string to the side, letting him see my steaming cunt. He too, pressed his face into my twat, trailing his tongue along the edges of my lips and then fucking my hole a bit. I moaned in sheer pleasure. This was going to be the easiest fifty I’d ever made.
I let him eat me for a minute, the men around us cheering and going wild, before I pulled away, helping myself to the tip he’d placed on the floor.
I needed to wrap up my set and give the men something to remember me by. Shimmying and swaying, I let the music take over. I pulled off each pasty sensuously, throwing the purple disks into the crowd before rolling my nipples in my fingers, pulling and then lifting each heavy breast up to suck on my teats. I wormed my g-string down over my hips, baring my pussy fully for the first time. I turned around, bending over double and pulled my ass cheeks wide for the crowd to see. Bunching up my g-string, I began stuffing it into my pussy, slipping the material into my hot cunt before pulling it out again, the cloth dripping wet and dark purple with my juices.
I threw the scrap of lace to another customer, who promptly tipped me a fifty, and as the music ended, I scrambled to pick up all the cash, holding the bills tightly in my fist as I disappeared backstage.
I was on a high. I loved dancing, and made good money at it too. I just didn’t see myself as a full-time stripper, not with an impressionable little girl to raise.
Wrapping a silk robe around myself, I sashayed into my manager’s office. The dickhead was pretty gross looking, out of shape and oily sitting in a high-backed chair.
“Hey Kathy, great set out there tonight,” he complimented, his eyes running lasciviously over my figure. I tightened my belt and stood straighter.
“You mentioned management had an offer for me?” I asked, throwing my blonde hair back.
“Oh yeah, that,” he grunted. “So how well do you do here?” he asked. “Five hundred, maybe a thousand per night?”
“Yeah, somewhere around there,” I said proudly. “I get by.”
“What if I told you that you could easily triple that, and keep your job a secret?” he asked slyly. “No one will know what you do for a living.”
“Oh right, the lap dances in the back room, all that stuff,” I said stiffly. “Forget it, I’m not interested.”
“Not so fast, baby,” retorted Dave. “Who said anything about the back room or lap dances? Sure, girls go back there and fuck customers, but they’re not our premium girls. What we’re offering is a chance to get seriously rich, and it just takes a bit of brains and a hot body,” he said. “Too bad, not a lot of girls have the smarts to qualify,” he added.
“Well, what is it then?” I asked, curious despite myself.
“Escorting,” said Dave. “Management runs a side business where our best girls go out and escort for certain customers. Mind you, it’s harder than you think. The clients are looking for the girlfriend experience most of the time. They want someone classy-looking who can drink wine and make quality chitchat. Only afterwards do you fuck them silly.”
“Of course,” he added. “We’re a matchmaking business and any sex that goes on between you and the customer is strictly consensual. Our fee only covers your companionship, and you decide whether you get paid for fucking.”
I was slightly nauseated, but also intrigued. The thing is that I missed men, really missed having cock to suck and fuck. Not a lot of guys wanted to date a struggling single mom, even if I was twenty-two and luscious. There was just too much baggage, too many issues in my life.
“How much does it pay?” I asked suspiciously.
“Well, like I said, the strip club only accepts a fee for our matchmaking services, and your fee from the customer is up to you,” Dave reiterated. “But generally, girls charge two to three thousand a night for the girlfriend experience.”
Three thousand a night!?! I hate to say it, but my eyeballs probably lit up with dollar signs like they do in the cartoons. If I made that much, I’d only have to work once or twice a week, and I could raise my little girl as solidly middle class.
“And Kathy,” said Dave. “Remember, this job is totally discreet. You’ll be seen going on dates, but no one will know that you’re getting paid. Good deal, huh?” he said, leaning back in his chair.
I knew I needed the job. Thinking only of Maddy, I cinched my belt tight and asked, “When do I start?”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Maddy
It was pretty unreal to find out that not only was my mom an escort, but a popular one, with an active client list even at forty. I guess it wasn’t that hard to believe. I mean, she was a beautiful woman, with the same platinum blonde hair as me, and big tits and a small waist. She also had that cougar look to her, someone who would do anything and everything you wanted in bed.
It was also a shock that my stepfather Conrad not only knew about it, but had been one of her longstanding clients. I guess they’d met through the service, and after Conrad had discovered my mom was actually worth squiring about town, he married her.
Of course, they don’t have a traditional marriage. My mom still escorts on the side, and Conrad sees other women too. So long as they’re both discreet, neither of them care if the other gets nooky elsewhere.
That’s where I come in. Conrad and I started fucking a couple weeks ago after I caught my prom date cheating on me. My stepdad was so charismatic, so sexy and domineering, that we started fucking regularly, meeting at the hotel he owns. Pretty soon though, it wasn’t enough and we started doing it at home, right under my mom’s nose.
When Conrad asked Kathy for a divorce, she’d done the unexpected. My mom suggested a threesome – with me, her and my stepdad! I’d been horrified, but they convinced me to go slow. The first time, my mom only watch
ed while Conrad fucked me. Okay, maybe her hand reached in sometimes to stroke some body part or another, but it definitely wasn’t a full-on menage.
I know my mom and Conrad wanted to take it to the next level though. They wanted to have a real fuck session, one where all three of us would participate fully. I wasn’t sure how I felt. I mean, we’re talking some serious crossed wires here. My mom is my mom, even if she is a call girl. And Conrad? He’s hot, but we are related, even if only through marriage.
The big night was tonight though. We were going have a fancy dinner and then repair to Conrad’s suite to do the nasty. I put on a really revealing dress. For some reason, I felt a sense of competition with my mom – no longer was she “Mom,” but rather she was “Kathryn Stirling, the other woman.”
Turning in the mirror, I admired myself. The dress was a sheer silver gown, form-fitting and gauzy in all the right places. Strategically covered pasties hid my nipples and my crotch, but otherwise the soft material showed off just about everything. I stepped into matching silver heels and walked downstairs.
Damn, my mom looked really hot too. She was wearing a red mini-dress with gold accents. The tight dress hugged her curves and was cut so daringly low that the edges of her areola were slightly visible above the material of her neckline.
Conrad already had a hard-on. I could see the shape of it through his dress trousers, the pole erect and pushed to the left, bulging against the material. I could also see that he had his hand in my mom’s lap, his fingers trailing suggestively up and down her thigh.
“Baby, hi, we were waiting for you,” said my mom.
“Wh- where’s the food?” I stuttered. Not that I had any appetite. Despite not having eaten all day, the thought of the threesome had completely robbed me of any desire for calories.
Conrad and my mom laughed slightly.
“Oh honey, there’s not going to be any food,” said my mom. “You’re the meal, don’t you see? We’re going to feast on our baby girl tonight, tasting everything you have to give.”
I was caught off guard, feeling more than a little scared.
“Really?” I said, stopping about five feet away from the big table.
“Really,” said Conrad, getting up and taking my hand. I guess he could tell I was nervous because his thumb stroked the palm of my hand reassuringly. He led me to the table and gave me a soft kiss on my mouth. “Baby girl, don’t be afraid. Come on, I’ll start,” he said.
He undid his belt, letting the heavy buckle thunk to the floor. Then he stripped out of his shirt and pants, his gorgeous physique mouth-watering. My stepdad was forty-five, but he had the body of a twenty-five year old. His massive shoulders were bulky, with defined biceps and ripped abs, his heavy thighs the result of pumping weights.
As usual, my dad had gone commando and his hard dick was waving in the air. Kathy seized upon it without hesitation and gave it a long, slow lick from base to tip. She murmured her appreciation, closing her eyes and sucking the crown into her mouth before gesturing for me to join her.
I tentatively approached the duo. Crouching between Conrad’s legs, I flicked my tongue out to taste his balls, and he shuddered at the sensation.
“Keep going, baby girl,” he encouraged, a big hand on my blonde head. As my mom focused on his shaft, running her tongue over his massive girth and tracing a hotly pulsing vein, I tongued his balls, sucking each sac into my mouth, letting my cheeks bulge with the man meat.
Conrad was starting to drip pre-cum and my mom was lapping it up. I hate to say it, but I got jealous. I straightened up a bit and began lapping his shaft as well, tasting that salty sweet tang that was all Conrad. Generously, my mom offered me the tip and I pushed my tongue into his hot slit, questing for more white, before taking the heavy pink mushroom head into my mouth to begin a demanding suck.
“That’s a good girl,” he groaned, shifting his hips a bit and starting up a slow rhythm in my mouth. Now I’ve given my stepdad head many times, but this time was different because as I struggled with his length, my mom started coaching me.
“Hold his shaft with your hand honey, and breathe through your nose. Control him a bit by pushing back if you need to,” she urged.
I did as she instructed and sure enough, Conrad took my cues. If he pushed too hard or too fast, I’d squeeze my little hand around his engorged length and he’d pause momentarily, looking to make sure I was okay.
“Now open your jaw wide,” said my mom. “Pretend you’re taking a big bite of hamburger, and you want to get every layer of that burger in. Visualize dislocating your jaw, and that’ll help with his girth.”
Murmuring a bit in pain, I did as she instructed, pretending that I was a boa constrictor swallowing its prey. I widened my jaw open as far as it could go, the corners of my mouth stretching in agony, and pulled his penis further in, the huge shaft poking the back of my throat uncomfortably. I began to gag, but Mom rubbed circles on my back, murmuring soothingly.
“Just fight it,” she said. “Breathe deep and the gagging feeling will go away.”
I fought for air through my nose, completely choked by the massive dong in my mouth. Heroically I tried again, focusing on inhaling through my nose as I pushed my head further down Conrad’s cock. This time, I got all the way down to his balls, my nose flat up against his pubes, with his fuckpole halfway down my throat.
“Good girl,” both my mom and Conrad said. “She’s never been able to do that before,” remarked my stepdad. “With your coaching, she’ll go a long ways.”
“Any daughter of mine is going to be naturally gifted,” bragged my mom. “See how she’s already starting to fuck you with her mouth? Does that feel good, does her little throat feel good around your cock?”
I’d started to move back and forth on Conrad, moving that fleshy man meat in and out of my oral cavity. My cunny was gushing wetly as I mouth-fucked him and Conrad’s hands started gripping my hair hard, his breathing dislocated and heavy.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
My mom reached a hand down to stroke my pussy and I twitched at the sensation, the wrongness of it all startling. But it felt so good too. Her fingers were much smaller than a man’s, and they were soft and knowledgeable as they quested through my folds.
She lifted her fingers to her mouth and licked them. “Mmm honey, you taste just like me.”
By now, Conrad was bucking his hips furiously in my mouth, and I could do nothing but kneel before him, letting him get his fuck on. But my mom calmed him a bit, stroking his chest and slowly, ever so slowly, pulling his dong out of my mouth.
“Baby, we want you to come in both of us tonight,” she said. “Both of our pussies,” she clarified. Conrad’s chest was heaving but he paused as instructed, his dick glistening wetly.
“You’re right,” he said. “I want to fuck both of you simultaneously.”
Not exactly sure how this was going to happen, I watched with astonished eyes as my mom slipped out of her dress, nude except for four inch high heels. She sashayed over to the couch and sat down, patting her thighs.
“Come on honey,” she said to me. “Take off your dress and come sit in Mommy’s lap. I’m going to show you had two women can give a man a good fuck.”
By now, I’d realized that my mom truly was a pro. Years of escorting had perfected her technique, and she knew exactly which buttons to press to make a man horny and desperate. I was more than a little awed and unzipped my gown, letting the silvery material drop to the floor. I walked over to my mom and began to straddle her, but she slapped my butt playfully, saying “No, the other way.”
I was confused, but sat in her lap facing away from her.
“That’s right,” she said, stroking my thighs apart. “We want our pussies facing the same way so your stepdad can fuck us simultaneously.” She spread her legs as well, leaning back and I realized that our cunnies were stacked up one on top of the other, bare and gleaming for Conrad to choose.
He chose me f
irst. With a growl, he pushed into my cunt, the massive length filling me up entirely. I shrieked at first, my small body trying to adjust, but soon the feel of the tool rubbing against my walls and clit overcame me, and my head dropped backwards in ecstasy as Conrad started up a rhythm.
“That’s right,” soothed my mom as Conrad fucked me in her lap. “Keep going, nail that little pussy,” she said. Her hand reached up to tickle my clit, and I spread my thighs wider, inviting the attention.
“That’s right,” crooned my mom. “You’re my little girl, I know exactly what’s going to feel good for you.”
After fucking me for a minute or so, Conrad changed holes. He pulled his dick out of me and dropped down two inches to begin penetrating my mom’s twat.
“Oh!” she shrieked. “More Daddy, more!”
I didn’t know my mom called Conrad daddy when they had sex. I thought it was only me. But I watched with growing arousal as Daddy fucked Mommy, their penetration right below my sopping cunt. So much juice was dripping from me that it rolled down my pussy lips and dripped onto my mom’s cunny, lubricating their fuck session.
“Mmm,” she groaned, her hands reaching around to cup my breasts. In the meantime, I was so horny that I started finger-fucking myself. I ran two fingers into my pink slit, vibrating them and then pulling out to rub my clit, giving it a deep, sensuous massage.
In the meantime, it seemed that Conrad and my mom were picking up steam. My stepdad started growling, his breath coming in deep heaves, and I knew that the sperm was building in his balls. With a final thrust, he pushed deep into my mom, his cock twitching and jerking as it pumped hot sperm into her pussy.
My mom orgasmed as well, her cunny contracting on his dick, pulling that sperm deeper and deeper in as she screamed in ecstasy.
Again, I got jealous. “Daddy I want some semen too!” I cried piteously.
Mid-gush, Conrad pulled out of my mom and thrust his dick into my twat. I reveled in the feeling, hot jets of man milk splashing my insides, going all the way up to my cervix and coating my ovaries. I climaxed heavily, throwing my head back and letting out a high-pitched shriek as my snatch creamed heavily, gushing juices.
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