The Life of a Prostitute

by Doris Joe

  The swinger didn't want to disappoint. Helen shifted her grip on the want-like vibrator. Gripping the base with the tips of her fingers, she pushed the toy deeply into Stacy. The main rod and head of the toy were only five or six inches long; the handle another three. Helen pushed the entire thing into Stacy with the tips of her fingers. The girl's hot, wet cunt flesh swallowed the toy and trembled against Helen's fingers.

  Stacy felt the buzzing toy sink deeper into her body. It left her G-spot behind but spread its influence farther into her body... into places that before tonight had been unexplored. The young woman trembled in her struggle to hold back the pressure of orgasm.

  Helen continued to slide her fingers forward into Stacy. The girl's flesh was slick and hot. It seemed eager to accept more. Helen let her four fingers follow the vibrator into Stacy's body. Her tight young flesh began to strain to accept Helen's hand up to the webbing of her thumb.

  Stacy had been hot and sweaty for quite a while now, but the gibbering excitement her cunt felt at being stretched open around Helen's fingers make fresh beads of sweat spring out across her forehead and upper lip. The fingers weren't too big for Stacy... they were just enough to pull her flesh tight and let her feel the strain. She groaned long and low, the sound shuddering along with the shaking of her over-stimulated body. Still, she fought against climax. She knew instinctively that the harder she fought, the better the release would be.

  Helen knew now that Stacy was fighting against her orgasm. She recognized the signs... the tenseness and the determination. The experienced swinger knew how to make it perfect for the girl. She could help to draw it out just a little bit longer.

  Helen moved her hand very slowly. The entrance to Stacy's cunt was stretched around her knuckles. Helen rotated and shifted her hand slowly, making sure Stacy could feel every movement but not applying a lot of force anywhere. The vibrator's handle bumped and rolled across the back of Helen's fingers. All of Helen's moves now were gentle but persistent. She held her thumb aloft for the time being and left Stacy's clit untouched. For about two minutes, Helen was able to keep Stacy at the very edge of orgasm, knowing that with each second, a little more pressure was building.

  Stacy's hands were white and she was biting her lips hard. Her breasts felt bloated and throbbed in time to her heartbeat. The gentle churn of her insides around the toy and the strain of her stretched cunt burned through her nerves as if they were about to turn to ash.

  Helen believed that Stacy had hit the end of the road. Any second, her body would explode. Now was the time to make the pressure jump... to blow through the barrier like a battering ram.

  Helen twisted her hand sharply and pressed it firmly into Stacy's flesh. At the same moment, she dug her thumb against her clit. Stacy jumped and thrashed, her eyes flying open. She had known she was very close to climax but had had no warning of what Helen intended. The sudden sensations shocked through her system, setting off massive explosions in every part of her body. She couldn't breathe. Every muscle in her body was locked in straining tension, burning with passion. Her pussy closed in around the vibrator and Helen's hand like a collapsing star.

  Helen grinned, watching the young woman. She'd obviously fried every circuit in her body. Her eyes were wide and vacant, her mouth working soundlessly.

  For about a minute Stacy was unable to breathe... but was unaware of it. The fire shooting through her brain and her body obliterated all concerns and thought. After that eternal minute, she began to gasp. Her arms and legs began to shake and flail as if she were struggling against heavy blankets or a rushing river current. With every breath, different animalistic sounds escaped her. She looked a bit like a fish gasping for breath on dry land.

  As intelligence and control began to return, Stacy held herself tightly, her arms crossed under her breasts. She rocked slowly and she tried to control her breathing. She was dimly aware that the vibrator was still buzzing beneath her beaver. Helen had withdrawn her hand.

  Stacy was finally able to speak. "I have never cum that hard in my life." She croaked. Helen ran a hand up and down her thigh. It was the hand that had been stuck up Stacy's cunt and it left a trail of cooling fluid. "Glad to hear it." She said. She paused a few seconds before asking. "Does that mean you've had enough?" A funny look crossed Stacy's face when she asked that question. One hand slid down to her slit. As her body relaxed, the vibrator began to slide out of her pink hole. She gingerly stroked her pussy lips and the toy's handle. In a voice that sounded slightly awed, she answered, "No. I'm still horny. Oh god, I'm still so fucking horny." Combined with the flushed arousal still on her face was a look of desperate concern. Helen just laughed. "Now this is my kind of girl."

  As Stacy began stroking the vibrator in and out of her pussy, Helen crawled far enough across the floor to reach the double-sided dildo. Stacy was rubbing at her clit and exchanging a strange, guiltylooking gaze with her husband when Helen settled back between the girl's thighs. "Oh, don't be that way, girl. It's never wrong to want pleasure."

  "Oh, god. I'm such a slut. What's wrong with me?" Stacy whined. Helen tilted her head. Helen had heard similar words before... she'd voiced them herself. But they had always been said in jest... almost as a kind of boast. But Stacy sounded genuinely concerned. "Honey, all this means is that you like sex. There's nothing wrong with that." Stacy couldn't find an answer. She felt like she had no control over how her body reacted and she didn't like it. On the other hand... she really, really liked how it felt. Shrugging, Helen bent back down over Stacy's hips. "Well, we can't let you leave this house still horny, can we?"

  Deftly moving Stacy's hand out of the way, Helen slid the vibrator wand partially out of Stacy's pussy, pressing it up against the top of her hole. She nudged the head of the rubber dildo into the lower part of her sex. Without conscious will, Stacy relaxed her pussy and Helen saw it open up just a bit under the tension from the wand. Making a noise of approval, Helen pushed the rubber toy home. The head slid smoothly into Stacy's body, sliding along the thin shaft of the wand. Stacy moaned in a combination of guilty misery and pleasure. She was letting this woman do these things to her because her body insisted on more and more pleasure.

  The two shafts together weren't as big around as Helen's fingers had been and her hole closed around them comfortably.

  Stacy was wiggling her ass as Helen slid inch after inch of rubber into her. With every passing second of the new stimulation, Stacy's silly guilt was washing away. The shaft of the rubber toy was pressing the knob of the vibrator up against Stacy's G-spot. Even as Helen was still feeding the pink dildo into her pussy, the intense stimulation was recharging Stacy's climax battery. A last fleeting thought passed through Stacy's head... even after cumming so damn hard her body was still ready for another.

  She wouldn't have believed it before tonight. The rubber dildo passed the one-foot mark. Its head had begun spreading parts of Stacy's passage that had never been touched before tonight and was offering a little resistance. Helen was satisfied with this depth for the moment. She adjusted her grip and went to work. She bent the toy in her hand and pressed it up against the roof of Stacy's sex, trapping the vibrator between the rubber and Stacy's sensitive flesh. The note of the buzzing changed as the little motor fought to move against the pressure.

  Stacy's was squeezing and rubbing her tits, once again with just enough force to be stimulating. She adjusted her legs, pulling her knees up and then spreading them wide. "Oh geeze," she moaned. The buzzing pressure on her G spot and the shifting head of the dildo probing her depths was pleasurable beyond description.

  Helen could see that Stacy wasn't resisting her orgasm this time. That was to be expected. Stacy may still be horny, but her body wasn't going to be able to take another of those mega-ton climaxes. No doubt she would drive herself to quick release. With that in mind, Helen let the thumb of the hand holding the rubber dildo dig in under Stacy's clit, arching it up against the bud.

  Stacy let herself thrash side to side, ridi
ng the building pressure. When the peak arrived, she crashed over it with a cry of mindless pleasure. Stacy came yet again at the hands of the tanned swinger. She rode through her orgasm with her hands mauling her tits and her feet dancing on the rug. It was a good cum. As her body once again descended the opposite side of the mountain, her grinding hips told Helen that she still wanted more.

  Helen had more to give her in more ways than one. Moving her hand down the pink shaft of the dildo, she grabbed hold again and jabbed several more inches into Stacy; the girl groaned and squirmed. The unsettling but arousing pressure of the dildo bottoming out deep, deep in Stacy's body was the new element of arousal she needed to begin the cycle again. Helen dug in with the toy firmly, pressing against Stacy's womb. It made Stacy feel slightly nauseous, but that paled in comparison to the exciting churning it generated in her pussy.

  Twisting and flexing the toy, Helen worked a couple more inches into Stacy. She wasn't actually penetrating any deeper with this. Instead, the rubber phallus was bending inside Stacy's body, pressing out in a broad bow. The bulge pushed one way and then the other, stirring Stacy's innards in strange but sensational ways. The vibrator was still buried alongside the rubber toy. From time to time these undulations would press the buzzing head of the wand home, eliciting jumps and squeals. Other times, the shaft would roll and flex against her sensitive cervix. The head of the toy had side-stepped the entrance to her womb and stretched the back wall of her cunt.

  It only took about a minute of this deep, forceful turbulence to make the gasping woman cum again. This time, there were few outward signs that Stacy was climaxing. All the activity seemed to be centered in her pussy where it was clamping down hard on the intruders. Perhaps the strange, slightly nauseating sensations from the deep pummeling reduced the power of the orgasm. Or perhaps she was finally satisfied. For whatever reason, as its effect passed, Stacy seemed to calm down quite a bit. She signed and began to breathe normally. Helen let up on the dildos, letting most of the rubber toy slide out of Stacy's body. "Too much?" She asked.

  Stacy smiled weakly. "Maybe," she admitted.

  Helen wasn't buying it. She smirked and shook her head. "I don't think so. I think I can get you begging for more real quick." Stacy shook her head and tried to tell Helen that she had had enough. The bronze woman pulled the rest of the long dildo out of Stacy's body and then extracted the buzzing wand. She turned it off. She rested a hand on Stacy's raised knee. Studying the younger woman's face, she let the tips of her fingers trace down the inside of her thigh. "I can tell you're not really satisfied yet," she said softly.

  Helen's fingertips gently tickled along Stacy's pussy lips. They were so inflamed from the stimulation they were almost red. Her hole was hidden by the swelling. Stacy inhaled sharply as Helen's nails traced winding trails through her dewy bush.

  Her fingers slid along the pale girl's soft stomach, leaving a trace of her fluids behind like a trail of bread crumbs. She circled Stacy's navel and then dipped into the shallow pit. Stacy shuddered, goose bumps prickling her skin. A gentle twinge in her core signaled her body's interest. As Helen's attentions approached her breasts, Stacy inhaled deeply. Her chest rose and her tits stood tall, swollen with unabated lust. Her pink aureoles were fat and round; her small nipples curled tightly against the tension.

  Helen's fingers danced lightly around one of the peaks, barely making contact. Stacy's breath was trapped in her chest and her body trembled. Helen bent slowly towards her other nipple, gazing into Stacy's eye. She parted her lips and smiled at the young woman. Then gently, lovingly, she kissed Stacy's nubbin. She lingered, pressing her lips softly against the warm flesh. She slid her teeth back and forth across the firm tip, scratching it. Then she let it wedge between her teeth and nipped at it ever so slightly.

  Stacy jumped and air whooshed from her lungs. Her arms and legs squirmed as she fought the urge to pull the smaller woman to her and rub every surface of their bodies together. Helen sucked gently on one tit while her hand caressed the other. She straddled one of Stacy's legs. As she slowly grew more aggressive with Stacy's breasts, she let her thigh press against Stacy's damp sex mound. Stacy raised the other leg in instinctive response, pressing her own thigh against Helen. Both women groaned.

  Stacy reached up and pulled Helen's mouth down to hers. They kissed deeply, playing their tongues against one another. Stacy's hand's clung to Helen's buttocks and forced their bodies together. Each woman ground herself on the other's leg. Muffled moans rumbled through their bodies constantly.

  Stacy could feel Helen's long pussy lips spreading wide against her thigh and the hot wetness of her cunt dribbling along her elevated leg down to her groin to mingle with her own juices being churned by Helen.

  Helen grabbed Stacy's arm, pulling it loose from its grip on her ass and guided it between their bodies. She pressed it against her clit, catching the tender morsel against Stacy's thigh. Helen's groan turned rough and eager as Stacy pressed her joy button home. Helen bit Stacy's lip and trembled.

  Leaving Stacy's fingers to continue their work, Helen's hand mirrored it, slipping down to Stacy's love mound. Her fingers wove into her bush and captured the small point of flesh hiding her clit. She kneaded it and pressed her leg in hard against Stacy's slit.

  Both women were rocking against one another, fucking themselves against each other. As Stacy began gasping, she finally broke the kiss. Her head dropped back and her free hand forced Helen's back down to her tits. With one hand still prodding the woman's naked cunt, she clung to Helen with the other.

  Each woman used the other’s body eagerly. Helen gripped Stacy’s right tit, supporting her weight and mashing the soft pale flesh. She rode the younger woman mindlessly, humping against Stacy’s leg and mauling her pussy mound with her strong surgeon’s fingers.

  In turn, Stacy’s hand had become a claw across Helen’s back. Her other hand had locked onto Helen’s bare mound, pinching, pulling and rubbing. Helen’s thick clit pulsed and sang. Each time Stacy yanked on the nubbin, Helen jumped, driving her thigh into Stacy’s groin and bearing down on her breast.

  Stacy’s mind was lost in a haze of lust, over-heated and over-stimulated. The soreness from the abuse her tits had suffered earlier was forgotten. Mindlessly, she was goading the older woman. Despite her experience, Helen had let her lust carry her away as well. The younger woman was driving the swinger crazy and baiting her aggression. In brief flashes, her fractured mind was aware of how rough she was becoming, but each such flash of thought was immediately washed away by another wave of lust.

  Helen’s had was digging deeply into Stacy’s breast. The B-cup beauty was a perfect handful. Helen’s claw-like grip forced bulges of pale but flushed skin between her fingers. Stacy’s confused brain was attempting to fight the pain in exactly the wrong way... by attacking Helen’s body with greater ferocity. She forced all four fingers into Helen’s drooling cunt while digging her thumb harshly against her clit. She was using her raised thigh to force the digging hand in had against Helen’s pelvis.

  Her other hand was across Helen’s back, alternately pulling the other woman tightly to her body, then gripping her ass with a claw-like grip that echoed the tanned woman’s assault on her breast. Stacy’s fingernails were usually nibbled short, which was fortunate; otherwise, Helen’s back would have been left in bloody shreds. (A faint tracery of small scars already graced its strong contours.)

  Helen had raised her leg a bit and was now driving her knee into Stacy’s slit. She’d pressed one finger under the tight hood of the girl’s clit. All of this was treatment that Stacy would have never tolerated for so much as a second if her body and mind had not been so flooded by molten lust. Helen was leaving pink and white streaks across her tit.

  Stacy would have never guessed that her body would respond to treatment with a howling climax. A blood-curdling scream ripped out from the girl. Her husband jumped and looked panicked... he had never heard a noise anything like it from his wife. She had been know
n to give loud and happy voice to her pleasures without shame... but that’s not what this sounded like. The orgasm that had been virtually beaten into her body evoked a primal response, unlike anything she had ever experienced. Perhaps not exactly the most powerful orgasm per se... her most powerful orgasms left her rigid and trembling, silent behind tense muscles. The climax she was suffering now... and suffering may have been exactly the word... was a forceful answer to a forceful demand. Her body had cum in selfdefense.

  Stacy’s shriek struck at Helen’s core. The experienced slut, for better or for worse, had heard its like before. She knew it to be a paradox of anguish and elation.

  In her body, a surge of adrenaline and hormones responded to Stacy’s eruption in a cascade of shuddering pleasure. At the same time that her mind quailed, her body vibrated with its own release. Stacy’s climatic release, a defensive act to free her body from Helen’s assault and Stacy’s numbed mind, gave her the strength and motivation to heave the smaller woman off her body. Stacy’s tit was ripped from Helen’s grip and the climaxing women tumbled apart in a burst of limbs.

  Helen’s body demanded attention as it galloped through orgasm and her hand rubbed furiously at her clit. Her breath came in coughs and gasps between strangled moans. Stacy lay on her side, curled in a ball. She was shivering. Unlike every other sexual experience of her life, she was now left cold and drained. The usual climb of ever greater heat and energy that climax brought her had crashed into a pit of aching emptiness. Her body had been forced into orgasm almost against its will and it objected strenuously.

  Jared was on his knees at her side, hesitant to touch his wife. Oh god, this was a mistake, he thought to himself. It had been going well but... He looked over at Helen. She had calmed down and was able to pull her hand away from her pussy. The disquiet in her mind had doused her passion to nearly the extent that Stacy’s had been. She exchanged a look with Jared. For a moment, she fought to show some defiance, to be unapologetic for being an aggressive and sexual woman... but she couldn’t bring it off. She felt guilty, not sexy. She looked away.