The Life of a Prostitute

by Doris Joe

  I woke from my pleasure induced slumber to find Lisa and Monique in a sixty-nine position, lapping each other’s pussies. Not to disturb them, I quietly went into the bathroom, took a small ring from my vanity case and put it back where it belonged. I pulled on an old, comfortable t-shirt, slipped into a pair of sandals and went outside.

  The sun dipped its head behind tall sweet thorn and fever trees, displaying the majesty of nature in different hues of purple, red, blue and yellow. A lone nyala bull browsing on the acacia (thorn) trees ignored me as I made my way to Gerald and his wife’s home. His lovely wife, Tina, opened the door and invited me in. She was dressed in a loose-fitting gown, her cleavage inviting with a nipple peaking behind the flimsy cloth.

  “Gerald,” Tina called to her husband. “The new boss lady is here to see you.”

  “Actually, I want to speak with you both,” I said as Tina directed me to their lounge. “Are you here to fire me for what I said and did earlier?” Gerald asked when he entered the room. He had a pair of boxers on, his strong upper-body naked and smooth, with six-pack abs. Then he looked at my t-shirt, my naked legs and my sandals. My first instinct was to cover up, cross my legs and be professional. But I realized that this was not the time for modesty, not what I had to offer Gerald. The bulge in his boxers indicated that he was glad to see me or that the two of them were having sex when I knocked.

  “I want to make you a proposition. I want you two to turn this lodge into something different. It’s not making money. How long since you’ve had any guests?” When they shook their heads I continued. “I want you to develop here a swingers’ nudist resort.”

  “A what?” both nearly choked on their own astonishment. “You want us to start a fucking nudist club?” Gerald asked after he got his breath back.

  “Well put. Yes, that is what I want.”

  “What do you take us for?” Gerald asked. The bulge became more prominent. “You might not remember me, but I was there when you got busted four years ago.”

  “Where?” Tina moved uncomfortably in her seat, her gown revealing more of her ample breasts.

  “At the Swingers Club when Gerald’s boss caught him fucking his wife.”

  “Oh. How could I forget?” said Gerald.

  “But I don’t remember you,” Tina said, uncrossing her legs. Her open gown revealing her smooth naked legs and a hint of her pussy. “Maybe this will jog your memory,” I said as I pulled up my t-shit and spread my legs to show them my exposed pussy. Tina dropped to the floor between my legs and looked at my clit ring I had earlier reinserted.

  “You’re that Christine? You were the best fuck I’ve ever had. I will never forget your clit ring.” “I was hoping it would bring back memories,” I said as I pulled off my t-shirt and shoved my open legs towards Tina. She took the hint and kissed my labia. I was dripping wet. For a moment, memories flooded back to when Tina was between my legs. That was a game-changer for me. When I was caught in my own uncompromising position a year later, Gerald and Tina were the first people I sought out. After some research, I found them as managers of this out-of-the-way lodge. They didn’t recognize me but took me in.

  Tina nibbled on my clit ring, pulling at it and then flicking her tongue over the tip of my clit. Closing my eyes, I let go of all the tension of the day and welcomed Tina’s oral skills. She took my clit between two fingers, pulled it up and then zigzagged her tongue from my clit, over my lips to my anus. And up again. This continued for a while as I felt my pussy lips getting more engorged with blood rushing to my pussy.

  “I am not going to sit around waiting for an invitation,” said Gerald as he presented his beautiful hard cock to my mouth. Grabbing the base of his shaft I glided my hand up and down before bringing it down to my mouth. Sliding the foreskin down to uncover the velvety head of his cock, I flicked my tongue around the base of the helmet. His knob felt smooth and throbbing. I tasted the salty precum oozing from the small slit on the top of his head. Putting my mouth over the knob, I continued to play my tongue over the slit and swirled it around the smoothness of the head. Gerald became impatient and pushed his cock into my wet mouth. It had been a while since I accepted an erection into my mouth, but I hoped that it would be like riding a bicycle. It took me a moment or two to swallow his shaft over my gag reflex point. Once passed the point of no return I accepted his sword to the hilt. I played and squeezed his loose-hanging balls until I could feel him tightening up.

  “Hey, Gerald, why don’t you come and fuck her for real?” suggested Tina. “I’ve prepared her for you.”

  Gerald pulled his cock from my mouth and like a teenager ran around to get between my legs.

  “Hold it,” I said. “Gerald, come and sit on the chair and I’ll sit on your dick and Tina can play with us.” Gerald took his place, holding his erection upright. I turned around in a reverse cowgirl position and lowered myself onto his cock. Tina licked his cock and my soaking wet pussy as Gerald entered me. I gasped and held my breath for the duration of that first entrance, stretching my pussy like it hadn’t been for three years.

  How I missed this closeness of other human beings, this expression of desire and passion. As his head touched my cervix for the first time, love flooded my being. Using my strong legs I pushed off his shaft and lowered myself again. Up and down, up and down.

  “Oh, fuck,” cried Gerald. “Your pussy is deliciously tight.” Looking into Tina’s smoldering eyes, I knew then why I had become a swinger. That first time we met and fucked at the swingers' club, she showed me that fucking was more than a game. It was an intimate expression of love. I stopped, pulled Tina to me and tongue kissed her passionately.

  “I love you,” I whispered. “Thank you for awakening me again. And for letting Gerald make love to me.” Then Gerald began pumping his piston in and out and came with a scream inside me.

  Before my own orgasm could be released, Monique and Lisa stormed through the front door, still naked, screaming: “Lion!” On unsteady feet I rushed to the door and saw Clarisse standing five meters away, bathed in the moonlight, wagging her tail. She walked up to me and licked my hand with her rough tongue. I dropped to my knees and hugged her. She purred for a moment, broke my embrace and walked away.

  “I don’t fucking believe it,” said Gerald. I looked around and in the doorway stood my four lovers, all naked.

  “Believe it,” said Monique. “Piet Marais built Tau Enterprises because Christine was his little lioness. Tau means lion in most indigenous languages. She is the lioness of the company.”

  Helen's hand slid through Stacy's bush, rubbing her mound in slow circles. Betty took a large portion of Stacy's other breast into her mouth, sucking the flesh between slobbering lips. Stacy's back arched at the sudden sensations. Jared stroked into her gently a few times but was then stopped by Helen's upturned hand. Leaving Stacy's snowy peaks for a moment, she pushed Jared back, indicating that he should withdraw from his wife. When he was clear, she sent her hand down to Stacy's sex and found the vibrator. It had begun to emerge as soon as Jared pulled out. Helen slid the toy from her box and nodded to Jared, who slid his hard member back in.

  As Jared slid into place, Helen offered the damp vibrator to his mouth. She gave him a moment to lick some of his wife's fluids from the buzzing plastic before bringing it down to Stacy's mound. As she began to massage the girl with it, her lips returned to Stacy's upturned breast. Stacy groaned and wrapped her legs around Jared as he began fucking into her with long strokes, pausing often to grind himself against her groin.

  With two women loving her breasts with their hot mouths, a vibrator playing tag with her clit and her loving husband fucking her steadily, Stacy's mind reeled. It was the greatest amount of simultaneous sexual stimulation she had ever experienced. In no time she was panting and squirming. Her body rushed past the usual build-up to climax... before she knew it, her pussy was convulsing around her husband's dick and her tits were throbbing in harmony with her buzzing clit.

  Stacy held Ja
red tightly with her legs, locking their groins together and grinding herself on him. Helen pressed the vibrator firmly into the flesh above Stacy's still-hidden clit, goading the young woman's body into greater orgasmic ecstasy. "Oh god, oh god, oh god." Stacy babbled. She placed a hand on the back of each woman's head, pressing them into her chest. She could hear the slurp of wetness from where her flowing cunt met her husband's body in constant twists and jumps.

  "Don't stop. Oh, please don't stop. Give me more." These were words that Jared had heard a hundred times. He could feel that his wife's pussy was still being wracked with the spasms of orgasm. As was often the case, her body immediately demanded more stimulation. She could cum again and again and again and with each orgasm, her need grew.

  Stacy began pumping against Jared using her legs to set his pace... a faster and harder pace. Puffing and breathing hard, Jared tried to keep up. Helen had pulled herself away from Stacy's breast. It was soaked with her saliva and seemed to be glowing with pink arousal. Helen also noticed that the bruising was showing a little more now though she thought it wouldn't end up being too bad. But what caught her attention was Stacy's face. Her lips were set thinly and her eyes were wide and bright and vacant. The only thing in her mind was the pleasure her body was experiencing.

  After Helen had ignored her breast for a few moments, Stacy unconsciously brought a hand to the slick mound of flesh and began kneading it. Not too rough, not too gentle. Just the right amount of stimulation to feed her need.

  Helen kept the vibrator working at Stacy's mound but could hear its batteries running down. It had been a rather long night. She had replacement batteries. For that matter, she had other vibrators. But she wanted to do something more for the highly sexed young woman. She just didn't know what. She really felt bad about hurting her tits and didn't want to give her any more reason for concern, so some of the wild things she could do to the girl had to be ruled out. She could sit on her face and feed her more pussy, but that would probably be more of a distraction than a contribution. And Jared had been quite clear that Stacy didn't like anything near her rectum. That might be something to test in the future but not tonight.

  She watched as Stacy's body drove itself to orgasm again. She heard a low moan come from Jared and looked to see him red-faced and gritting his teeth. The poor dear was at the breaking point. He probably would not last through the orgasm Stacy was currently experiencing. Almost as the thought ran through her mind, Jared's mouth dropped open and a strangled grunt escaped. His body shook against his wife's and his hands went white on her knees. Helen knew he was pumping his wife full of his precious liquor.

  Betty lifted away from Stacy's chest and sat watching. She noticed the thoughtful look on Helen's face. Stacy was still seeing stars. Jared's hot cum splashed against her womb in powerful jets, sending shocks of delight through her body. As he had so many times before, her loving husband was giving himself to her. He collapsed onto her body and she wrapped her arms around his hot, sweating back and held him tightly against her tits.

  During a normal night of lovemaking for the Lancasters, Jared would remain buried in his wife long after his orgasm had ended. Even though he was capable of driving her to orgasm three or four times before succumbing himself, she would almost always be hungry for more. So, her pussy would continue to milk his cock as it lost some of its stiffness. She would work her clit and grind her hips, sometimes bringing herself off around a mostly limp dick. But main the benefit of this was that the dick didn't stay limp long.

  Of course, even Jared Lancaster could only provide this repeat service four or five times in rapid succession and this night had begun to wear down his stamina. As his cock began to shrink and soften, he knew that he would need a good long breather before anything could bring it back up to ready status.

  Helen had risen and gone to the toy box to retrieve something. When she returned to the couple, she took stock of the situation. Jared was clearly spent while Stacy's eyes gleamed brightly. Her face was flushed with arousal and her nostrils open wide. Her hands had descended to Jared's ass and she was pressing him against her hips. She was still trying to milk more pleasure from Jared's body.

  Helen laid a hand on Jared's shoulder. Gently, she urged him to disengage from his wife. Stacy looked around questioningly, her face showing a mix of disappointment and anticipation.

  Jared made room between Stacy's legs and Helen lied down on her stomach there. Smiling at the girl's craning head, Helen brought her mouth to Stacy's sex. Her pink slit lay open, wet and inviting. A white gleam at its base showed where Jared's fluids were attempting to escape. Helen extended her tongue and claimed the prize. Holding the small dollop in her mouth, she slowly slid her body up Stacy's, pausing a moment to brush her chin against each pink nipple before meeting Stacy with a deep kiss. The women's tongues caressed one another and traded flavors as well as favors. Stacy was once again struck by how strongly the taste of the sex fluid aroused her.

  Letting her hands run along the pale woman's body for a moment as they two kissed, Helen then teasingly slipped away from Stacy's questing tongue and journeyed back down her body, pausing once again to grace her breasts with loving attention.

  When Helen reached her destination back between Stacy's thighs, she wasted no time in plunging her face back into her slit. Teasing at her lips while questing deeper with her tongue, Helen consumed Stacy for a minute or two. Stacy sighed and squealed as the experienced swinger treated her to exquisite oral love.

  When a strong pre-orgasmic tremor shook Stacy's body, an especially large drop of sex cream bubbled out of her hole. Helen slurped it up and repeated her journey to deliver the prize to Stacy's eager mouth. Again they kissed deeply, both women's passions growing.

  When Helen returned to Stacy's pussy, she surreptitiously slid a purple rod into place at the eager, open hole at the base of Stacy's sex. The new toy was a thin wand with a bend and a prominent bulge at the end. Helen flicked a switch on the handle and it began to buzz.

  The purple toy was specially designed to reach inside a woman and find her G-spot. It was a nononsense kind of tool... find the most sensitive part of a woman's anatomy and apply vigorous vibration. Without explanation or hesitation, Helen slid it into Stacy.

  At first, Stacy merely sighed with appreciation. As Helen moved the toy into proper position, she set her mouth against the small mound at the top of Stacy's pussy. When she pressed the toy against Stacy's special bundle of nerves, the young woman groaned loudly, "Oh god." Helen ran her teeth gently along Stacy's clitoral hood and licked at the nubbin. Stacy grew stiff at the sensations.

  The toy probed and rubbed against the sensitive skin of Stacy's inner chamber. Its vibration penetrated to her core, stirring her already highly inflamed passion. And Helen's skillful manipulation of her small clit magnified the sensation. With her hands against Helen's head in an unvoiced plea for pleasure, Stacy focused on the growing orgasmic pressure. She had been having a steady string of orgasms for some time and her body had entered a state of hyper-arousal that demanded still more.

  "Holy fuck don't stop. I'm cumming again. Please don't stop" Stacy gritted through clenched teeth. Even as her body began to shudder and arch, lifting her hips high off the ground, Helen remained focused on her pulsating sex. Helen had no intention of stopping. She was going to keep working on this horny cunt until Stacy begged her to stop.

  Stacy went limp as the sharp climax faded. One hand patted and rubbed Helen's head. "My god that feels good," she moaned. Helen twirled the toy in Stacy's passage, invoking another shudder. She nibbled at Stacy's clit, letting the girl feel the sharpeners of her teeth. Stacy hissed in appreciation. Then Helen dug the end of the vibrator hard against Stacy's G-spot, making her shriek with pleasure. Impossibly, Stacy was already on the verge of another orgasm.

  Helen was using every trick in the book on Stacy's cunt. Well, actually, she wasn't. Several of the tricks she knew had a tendency to leave marks and she was still mindful that she could
scare the girl off. But she had hit every nook and cranny in Stacy's hot sheath, always returning to her G-spot. Helen had finally worked the tip of her tongue under her clitoral hood, making actual contact with the little pea-sized gland for the first time. She nibbled and sucked at every piece of Stacy's pink sex.

  Stacy was reveling in her body's capacity for pleasure. Helen's oral skills and the wonderful vibrator were providing more stimulation than she had ever experienced. They had not only made her cum quickly, but they were also keeping her charged at a very high state of arousal.

  Wanting to take full advantage, Stacy started doing something she very rarely did. She began fighting against the rising urge to cum. As she had matured and begun exploring her sexuality, she had discovered her capacity for multiple orgasms and how much she liked them. She had also learned that men couldn't really provide all that she needed. Even her wonderful husband, who surpassed every man she had ever been with many times over only managed to set her bar higher.

  Because of this, she had always pushed her body hard to achieve orgasm as quickly as possible. A hard cock only lasted so long and she had to get the most out of it. This was also why she'd never learned to suck cock properly... it was wasteful.

  Now, with a skilled female swinger giving her so much pleasure with no end in sight, Stacy wanted to make it last; she wanted to let the pressure build up until it simply exploded. Her eyes were now closed and she held her lips between her teeth. Her hands were balled up at her sides, tense against the carpet. Helen didn't know why Stacy had gone quiet. She was too stiff to have passed out, but Helen raised her head to check on the girl. She saw the look of concentration on the other woman's face. Obviously, the slut was intent on getting the most out of what Helen was doing to her.