Loading...This story is partly fictional, although the woman by the name of Lynne is real but I have not used her real name and she does indeed run a matchmaking service for lonely, horny lesbians. Although she calls it matchmaking, it is actually prostitution.
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Well with Eden, my partner, gone for two months and Sandy, my occasional playmate, not sure that she is going to be able to visit this weekend, I decided that I needed to go out to Panic and see about finding someone else. I had not had sex in two weeks except by myself and I was something of a sex crazed bitch by now.
Being a tall, slender, beautiful woman just past 25, with long silky and shiny brown hair, a good bust, and great legs, I usually do not have much trouble finding other women willing to have sex with me. I am also very submissive but not all women are into that so I usually just take what I can and I am usually pretty well satisfied, but it is always nice to run into a woman, preferably a mature one, who is dominant and has some experience as a domme. It is not by any means a prerequisite for casual sex which is what I am looking for tonight. Eden and Sandy are both adept at satisfying my submissive desires but neither of them will be around for quite some time.
Being Thursday, it was “Women Only” night at Panic which is one of the two gay/lesbian bars in town. That held out prospects for meeting a woman who might not otherwise hang out at the bar, usually a newbie or someone who is deeply closeted, and usually bisexual. Panic is usually a safe haven for such women on Thursday night because Kara and Kelly, the owners, put on extra bouncers to make the place safe and they insure that the dykes, stone butches, and biker chicks do not get out of hand.
I got to the bar about 10:30. Lynne, one of the bouncers, passed me right in because we have known each other for years. Lynne is as tall as me and a body builder which makes her a very formidable woman. She is also about my age. She is, however, a screaming dyke which explains why the two of us have never gotten it on; not that she isn’t attractive, she is, but I go for the femme types. Nevertheless, she has always been very pleasant to me and while I would not call her a friend exactly, she has always seemed to be a genuinely nice person. Which was good, because the bar was practically empty.
I took a seat by the front door and Jenny, one of the waitresses automatically brought me a glass of chardonnay, knowing that is what I like to drink. Lynne sat down next to me sucking on a can of pop and asked me how things were going. I didn’t go into any detail but I explained that I was between lovers at the moment and was disappointed that the bar was so quiet. She told me it was because of a new place called “The Hole” that had opened up in town, taking business away from Panic and “Q” the other gay/lesbian bars in town. I had not heard about the new place but then I have not been out in a long time because with Eden, there was no reason to go prowling and Eden did not like the bar scene.
Lynne looked at me seriously for a moment and then asked, “Hey can you help me out? I got a little jammed up tonight.”
I was not sure what she meant and I told her so.
“Lori is home sick,” she replied. “And now I have to figure out how to service two women at the same time.”
Lori is Lynne’s partner; a cute little femme who I would not mind fucking. She is in her middle twenties but looks like a teenager. I’d love to get her into bed, but she seems totally devoted to Lynne. I was rather surprised that she would be willing to service another woman, probably a stranger, but one never knows.
“It will be worth your while,” she went on. “It pays $500.”
Well that confirmed a rumor that I had heard for some time now. Someone was running a lesbian escort service and now I guess it was Lynne or at least Lynne was somehow involved.
“Lynne,” I started to reply. “I don’t think so. I’m not really into that kinda stuff.”
“Hey,” she answered back. “You fuck Mary Kay and she is one of my clients.”
“Mary Kay is one of your clients?” I asked in disbelief.
“Damn straight she is,” Lynne replied. “And one of my better paying ones and you do her for free.”
“Oh fuck,” was all I could think of to say.
“Look. I’ll let you have April,” she went on. “April is the prettier of the two, nice and clean. You like older women don’t you?”
“Yes but,” I murmured.
“Look. April is good in bed. She will get you off. She loves eating pussy and its not like you would be doing anything illegal.”
“Come again?” I asked bewildered.
“Well you don’t ask for any money,” she came back at me. “She will just give you some when you are done.”
“Sounds like prostitution to me,” I replied disdainfully.
“No it’s not,” she came back. “It’s simply matchmaking and believe me I think the two of you would make a great match. She is dominate, a little kinky but not over the top. I know you like that sort of thing.”
Of course she knew. I think everyone knows about my former mistress, Astrid. All of a sudden a little domme—sub play with an older woman began to sound attractive.
“Are you sure she is not over the top?” I asked.
“Lori says she is fantastic and as far as I know she has not hurt Lori in any way,” she responded persuasively.
“And where am I supposed to meet this April? Is she coming here?” I asked curiously.
“Hell no she would never be caught dead in this place,” Lynne responded. “She has a room over at the Cornhusker Hotel. She will be waiting for us in the bar in about 20 minutes. I will take you over an introduce the two of you.”
“At least it is not one of those no tell motels,” I remarked snidely.
“No way,” Lynne responded. “April is first class all the way and if she likes you and if you do the things she wants you to do she will probably give you a big tip.”
“And what am I supposed to do with the $500 match making fee, assuming if I go through with this and actually get it?”
“You stop by tomorrow night and give me $400,” she answered.
“You want me to spread my legs for a hundred bucks while you get four hundred for doing nothing? No fucking way!” I replied.
“Okay. Okay, Okay,” she pleaded. “You give me $250 and keep the rest for yourself and if you do more than just spread you legs, I am sure she will give you a really nice tip. She is one of Lori’s favorite clients and Lori always gets a nice tip.”
I sat there pondering my options. It was a slow night which meant that I might not score and would wind up going home and using my vibrator which means I need to stop at the store on the way home to get some more batteries. I was so fucking horny it would be a 12 battery night all by myself. Or I could take Lynne up on her offer and get the real thing along with some extra spending cash and engage in something that was almost certainly illegal. Actually I don’t really need the money. I have a great paying job and a huge inheritance from my grandparents but the thought of actually doing it with a woman and getting paid for it intrigued me, The fact that I had not kissed another woman or licked a pussy in weeks tipped the scales for me and I told her I would do it.
“I’m not exactly dressed for the Cornhusker,” I said. Considering I was in a pair of tight faded and torn jeans, and a tight back tank top with no bra.
“Don’t worry. Let me call her cell and tell her to meet us at the McDonalds down the block,” she replied. Which is precisely what she did.
She told me to get in my car. Park in the public garage attached to the hotel and meet her at McDonalds. Well fifteen minutes later I found myself sitting at a table with Lynne in the fast food joint sipping on a Sprite waiting for someone named April to show up. The place was busy so no one paid any attention to us; just two friends out for the evening.
A rather tall and very well dressed woman entered looked over at Lynne and then went to the counter to get something to drink. She looked to be in her mid to late 40s just my height, and probably wears the same sizes that I do. She had good legs, a tight and firm ass, a small waist, and broad shoulders. The light grey suit she was wearing was expensive, probably by Ralph Lauren, and her large breasts strained at the white silk blouse she was wearing. She had thick, wavy, shoulder length dark red hair, and when she turned to walk over to out table I notice that she had an attractive face that was probably quite beautiful in her day, but was now a little wrinkled. Her eyes were light grey, hazel I guess, and her lips were lusciously red but she was wearing a frown.
She sat down next to Lynne and across from me and asked, “Where is Lori?”
“Lori is home sick,” Lynne explained. “I am sure you will like Julia.”
She looked me up and down, making me feel like a piece of meat which sparked my submissive side. “Is she any good?” she asked. “Because I won’t pay if she is not.”
“Julia has a thing for mature women and she is quite good, and submissive” Lynne responded.
“She is a older than usual,” the woman observed. “Very different from what I am use to, but she could be interesting. Does she follow orders?”
“She will do anything you ask of her,” Lynne responded.
“Does she like toys?” the woman asked.
I was getting annoyed being the one talked about so I chimed in, “I love toys.”
“On the giving or receiving end?” the woman shot back at me.
“Either,” I smiled back.
“What about pain?” she asked. “Can you handle a little pain?”
“Yes,” I replied with a quivering voice. “If it is not too severe.”
She leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “Can you handle my hand in your cunt or your ass?”
I looked down at her hands. They were not too large. “Sure, if you take your rings off.” She was wearing a wedding band and an engagement right with a good sized rock on it.
She just smiled back at me.
“Okay. I’m on the 11th floor, Suite B. Wait here for 15 minutes and then join me,” she ordered and then left.
Lynne turned to me and said, “Look. Do what she wants. She is one of my best clients. Lori likes her a lot and she says that April really gets her off real good.”
I gave her a quizzeled look and asked, “How can you pimp out your partner?”
“Lori is not the only girl I have working for me and the money is good, and Lori has certain submissive desires that I just can’t seem to satisfy but April does. Now go give April a good time.”
I walked slowly down the street toward the hotel feeling a little nervous, no a lot nervous. The woman was attractive enough, and god knows I was horny enough, but she also seemed somehow dangerous. In a way I liked that but it did scare me. As I approached the hotel I realized that I needed to look confident. So I raised my head, straightened up, and squared my shoulders.
I walked purposefully through the lobby just like I belonged there, took the elevator to the 11th floor and knocked on the door to Suite B. April opened it and invited me in. She had removed her suit jacket and her rings. Then she offered me a glass of wine which I accepted.
Despite it’s stupid name, the Cornhusker is the premier hotel in town and the large suite was opulently decorated in Victorian style antique reproduction furnishings. The living room was dimly lit by hidden lights in the ceiling, one of which cast a nice soft glow on the sofa that faced the big picture window overlooking the lights of the city.
April invited me to sit next to her on the sofa which I did and she moved close so that our bodies were touching. As she sipped her wine, her hand reached out and stroked my hair and she told me how beautiful it was.
She leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips. Then her tongue forced my lips apart and it slid into my mouth. Well forced it probably not the right word because I was more than willing to let her tongue inside where our tongues played erotically together. I was beginning to really like this. Not only was she a good kisser but she smelled good too.
She was sitting to my left and had her arm around me. Her hand dropped from my hair only to land on my right breast. She began rubbing it gently causing to nipple to harden. She noticed this and rubbed it between her fingers. She stopped kissing me for a minute and said, “Oh so round and so firm, and a wonderful size. Ah the beauties of youth. I usually go for much younger girls but you are still young enough to be my daughter. I would like you to call me Mommy. Would you do that for me Dear?”
“Yes Mommy,” I quickly replied finding the idea to be strangely erotic.
“That’s good little one,” she responded.
Then she took my hand and placed it inside of her blouse and left bra cup. I gently rubbed her full, firm breast as she returned to kissing me. I was pretty sure this woman had a tuck job done and probably a little silicone added because her breast was too firm and too round for someone her age. I really didn’t care. Her nipple got hard and she moaned softly as my thumb stroked it. She returned to kissing me for several minutes while our hands rubbed each others breasts.
“Has my little baby been with many women?” she asked.
“Yes Mommy I have,” I answered in a fake little girl voice which seemed to work because she smiled warmly at me.
“How long have you been working for Lynne?” she asked.
“I don’t really work for Lynne, Mommy. This is actually my first time.”
“Oh how delightful. My little girl is a virgin prostitute. Does that disgust you or excite you?”
“A little of both, Mommy,” I squeaked.
“Good. Would you stand up for me?” she asked.
“Sure Mommy. What do you want me to do to?” I asked coyly.
“Do I have to Mommy? I’m too old now to be naked in front of you,” I pleaded, playing along with the game.
“Yes Dear if you want to get paid and if you want to avoid being punished severely,” she responded harshly with a keen interest in the new dynamic of the role play that was developing between us.
I paused and removed my hand from inside of her bra and stood in front of her.
“I want you to take your clothes off,” she ordered.
“Yes Mommy,” I replied in a soft girlish voice with my eyes focused on the floor as if I was in shame, which in fact I was.
I felt rather strange. It was an unusual situation. There was nothing romantic about it. I was going to get paid to do whatever this woman told me to do. When I realized that my heart started pounding and my pussy began to leak. I had found the ultimate submission. I was selling myself to a stranger and someone else would be getting a piece of the action. How humiliating; how utterly and delightfully humiliating for me and it turned me on intensely. So I pulled my tank over the top of my head and dropped it onto a side chair.
“Stop,” she ordered. “I want you to cup your lovely breasts in each of your hands.”
I did as I was told and she smiled at me. “Can you lift your breasts and lick your nipples?”
“I can try Mom,” I replied.
“Well then try!” she ordered in a demanding but pleasant voice.
I am not that big breasted so it was a bit of a stretch but I managed to flick my tongue across each of my nipples a few times.
“How does that make you feel?” she asked.
“Well my panties are wet,” I replied.
“Good. Let’s see just how wet they are. Take your jeans off but leave your panties on.”
I kicked off my sandals, undid the front of my jeans, pushed them down to my ankles, and stepped out of them.
“Stand still!” she ordered. She stood and walked into the bedroom and came back out quickly carrying a vibrator in one hand and a short black leather riding crop in the other.
She told me to spread my legs. She ran the riding crop down my back from the nape of my neck to my ass where she gave me a playful little slap with it.
“Now I am not going to really hurt you with this,” she whispered in my ear standing behind me. “Unless of course you do not do exactly what I tell you to do.”
“Yes Mommy,” I replied in a trembling voice as my submissive side began to take hold of me secretly wanting her to whip me just a little bit.
She walked around in front of me and looked down at my pale blue nylon bikini panties, the front of which had turned a darker shade of blue because of my flowing juices. Her hand reached out to touch the front of my wet panties and the tip of her finger slid along the fabric that was covering my swollen labia. She removed her finger and placed it between her lips.
“Wonderful. You taste wonderful,” she said. “Now remove your panties and hand them to me.”
I did and she raised them to her mouth and sucked my juices from them. Then she stuffed them in my mouth and with the tip of the crop she pushed me back to the dining table at the far end of the room and told me to lay down on it, bend my knees and spread by legs.
I followed her commands and I found her studying my vagina.
“How beautiful,” she said. “Nice full labia and your clit is already swollen and peaking out from under its little hood. And I love the fact that you are completely naked no hair at all, just like a little girl.”
She placed the tip of the black vibrator between my labia and pushed it inside of me, causing me to groan. It was about 10 inches long and two inches in diameter. Only about two thirds of it filled me. She twisted the bottom of it, turning it on to a moderate speed.
“Now I want to watch you fuck yourself with that little toy until it makes you cum,” she proclaimed.
“This was fucking weird,” I thought to myself. “I could be doing this at home by myself.”
But I did what I was told. I took hold of the bottom of the vibrator and began pushing it in and out of my cunt while she stood there and watched. As I started to feel a modest orgasm arising she moved to the side of the table and began pinching my nipples with the thumb and fore finger of each hand. That intensified my desire and forced the orgasm to build more quickly until all of a sudden my toes curled under, my body went rigid, and I screamed as I went over the top. The scream was not very audible because my panties were still stuffed in my mouth.
When I recovered she took the vibrator out of me and licked it. Then she told me to follow her back to the sofa where she sat down and crossed her legs.
“I have been on my feet all day,” she said. “I want my darling little daughter to kneel and massage my toes and feet.”
The submissive in me was liking this a whole lot so I immediately went to my knees and slipped off one of her pumps. Looking up her skirt I realized that she was wearing nude stockings and a white garter belt. The toes of her nude hose were reinforced and I began to gently massage them noticing that her toe nails were painted a lovely shade of bright red and that her toes and feet were perfectly formed, something that really turns me on.
“Mommy, you have beautiful feet,” I proclaimed.
She sighed softly as I gently rubbed her toes and ran a finger down her instep. Then she told me to put her toes in my mouth and suck on them which I eagerly did enthralled by the musky smell and taste of the sweat that had built up in her reinforced toe of her stocking.
She uncrossed her legs and gave me her other foot. I removed the pump, massaged her toes and instep, and then began sucking on her toes while the toes of her other foot rubbed my right nipple. My hand slid up along the inside of her thigh, searching for her sex but her hand stopped me.
“Be patient my Dear,” she said softly but sternly. You will get a chance to service my pussy in a little while.”
Her foot moved down between my legs and I jumped when her toes slid between my labia.
This was one woman who really knows how she wants to be made love to, no worshiped is more like it, and I was absolutely in my element being the little subbie that I am.
My hands and mouth worked on her two feet, alternating between the two for a little over a half an hour until she announced that she was no thoroughly relaxed and asked me to stop.
She got up and went back into the bedroom only to return carrying a black garter belt, black seemed hose, and a black lace bra. She looked at me and said, “I am almost as tall as you and I think these will fit you. Put them on for me because I love making love in sexy lingerie.
Well the garter belt did fit nicely if not snugly around my waist. The bra was a bit tight and they pushed my tits up so that my nipples showed over the tops of the low cut cups.
I relished in the feeling of sliding the smooth, silky nylons up my legs. She helped me fasten them in place making sure that they were quite snug. Then she left for the bedroom again and returned with a pair of black pumps with four inch heels. “Try these on,” she ordered. I did and they fit perfectly.
“Now walk around Dear, I want to see how lovely you are.”
So I walked around the living room swaying my hips and trying to be as sexy as possible. As I was displaying myself, she removed her blouse and skirt, and dumped them on the side chair on top of my clothes. With her shoes back on she walked up to me, took me by my hand and led me to the big picture window. We stood there next to each other looking out.
“I wonder if anyone can see us?” I meekly asked.
“I doubt it,” she answered. “We are too high up, but it would be fun to have an audience. My little girl looks so grown up dressed like this. In fact you look like a fucking whore which in fact you really are.”
I did not need to be reminded about that fact, but some how it seemed rather compelling. An aging but still beautiful woman is willing to spend money to have sex with me. I suddenly realized that I have been fucking Mary Kay for free when she has been paying others to service her. That pissed me off until I recalled that one of the reasons I let Mary Kay have sex with me, aside from the fact that she is a champion pussy eater, is that she sends a lot of business to my firm which might otherwise go elsewhere. I guess that is a form of prostitution.
She turned to me, put her hands on my ass and pulled my pelvis towards hers until our pussies were pressed firmly together. Then she put her leg between mine and began rubbing her panty covered cunt on my thigh as she kissed me deeply. She pushed me up against the cold window and kept rubbing her cunt against my leg while kissing me and sucking on my tongue. I could feel her heart pounding as her bra encased breasts crushed mine and all of a sudden she went stiff, let out a groan and had a modest orgasm. I had to hold on to her or she would have fell to the floor.
I maneuvered her over to the sofa and laid her out. “Lick my thighs!” she demanded but don’t go near my pussy. So I bent between her legs and gently licked about the tops of her stockings breathing in the slightly sweat smell of her crotch. Oh God I so much wanted to go down on her.
Then she said the magic words, “Lick the front of my panties.”
She was wearing a white lace bikini that matched her white lace bra. In the dim light I could see little tuffs of red hair poking through the lace and I could smell her sweet aroma. Most of the women I have been with, and there have been a lot of them, smell and taste musky and sometimes a little salty. A few like this woman smelled and as I soon found out, tasted very sweet.
My tongue darted out to press upon her labia coming into immediate contact with her wetness and causing her to groan and shiver. God she tasted fantastic. I tried to pull the front of the panty aside but was scolded for doing so and ordered to continue licking which is precisely what I did until I found her clit. My lips wrapped around it through the silky fabric of her panties and I began to furiously suck on it causing her back to arch and he body tremble as she let out a scream and raced through a rather quick but powerful orgasm.
When she recovered she pushed me away and told me follow her into the bathroom where she took her panties off and peed. Then she told me to pee.
“But Mommy, I don’t think I have to,” I pleaded.
“Try my darling or you will get a taste of the riding crop,” she responded sternly as she lathered up a face cloth with warm water and soap.
I sat on the toilet and tried my best to pee for the woman and thankfully I managed to release some. I moved to get up and wipe myself but she said, “Now shit for me.”
“But I don’t have to,” I insisted.
She just stared at me.
“Okay Mommy I will try,” I responded playing her little game.
As I sat there trying to force something out of my bowel, I watched in fascination as this woman thoroughly soaped up her vagina and then her ass hole going so far as to push the wash cloth deep inside of her. Then she took a plain wet face cloth and wiped the suds away.
Well I managed to drop a poop and she said, “Now that’s a good girl.” Then she handed me another soapy wash cloth and told me to clean my cunt and my as just as she did.
I did because I am something of a cleanliness freak and I was wondering what this strange woman had in store for me.
“Now follow me into the living room, my little one,” she ordered.
Frankly I was getting tired of being called “little one” since I am far from little but I did as I was told.
She picked up a big puffy pillow from a chair and walked up to the dining table. She stood at one end of it, spread her legs wide a part, placed the pillow on the table, and rested her face on it.
“Kneel behind me and lick my asshole, you fucking little bitch of a daughter!” she screamed.
“But Mommy that’s dirty,” I protested but only faking it.
“Do it or you will get your ass beaten,” she hissed.
“Yes Mommy.”
What she didn’t know was that I love to rim a nice clean ass hole and I also love to have it done to me. So I knelt behind her and gently stroked her full but still firm ass. I suspected that this woman worked out on a regular basis.
I spread her ass cheeks and gently licked one and then the other, alternating between each cheek as I progressively moved closer to my desired destination. She was making soft sighing sounds so I knew I was doing something right.
She nearly jumped off of the table when the tip of my tongue touched pretty pink anus. I licked around it for a while causing her to groan before I placed the tip of my tongue at her opening and forced it inside.
“God fucking yes!” she screamed. “Deeper. Deeper.”
I pushed my tongue in as far as it would go, swirled it around for a while to get her nice and wet, then I stuck a finger inside of her and the fingers of my other hand reached under her and slipped between her wet labia.
“Oh God yes,” she groaned. “Do me both.”
She turned over onto her back with my finger still in her ass and spread her legs. Her pussy lips were nicely swollen and it was nice to see that she was neatly trimmed. I hate a really hairy pussy.
My tongue slid between her labia while she groaned. She tasted somewhat soapy but I knew the reason for that. As her juices began to flow the soapy taste was replaced by her strange sweetness that I found so unusual but quite delicious.
Then all of a sudden she screamed, “Stop.”
I pulled my finger out of her ass and stood erect.
“There is a tube of anal ease in my toiletry bag in the bathroom. Go get it and be quick about it.”
I did what I was told and I was back in seconds.
“Now cover both of your hands with the lubricant. I want one in my ass and one in my cunt.”
I did as I was told. My right hand went to her ass hole where I shaped my fingers into a cone and pressed inside of her. Much to my surprise she opened up immediately and my hand slid right in. It was not just the lubricant. She must have had a lot of experience.
I did the same with my left hand and it too found little resistance as it slid inside of her vagina causing her to gasp and groan.
I leaned forward and sucked on her clit as my hands formed into balls and I began churning them around inside of her. She immediately began having little mini orgasms that kept building in size and intensity until she was screaming her head off.
All of a sudden there was a knock at the door. The two of us immediately stopped what we were doing. I withdrew my hands from her.
The knock came again. “Hotel security. Is everything okay in their?”
“Just a minute please,” she shouted.
Then she dragged me into the bedroom and put on a black silk robe and then went to the door. She opened it.
“Yes? What can I do for you?” she asked.
“Well we heard some screaming and thought there might be something wrong.”
“Oh. I’m sorry. It was on the television,” she explained. “I could not sleep so I was watching a movie.”
“Okay Ma’am. As long as everything is okay and please turn the sound down on the television.”
She thanked the security officer, closed the door, locked it, and returned to the bedroom with a frown on her face. “Go wash your hands.”
When I returned she was standing beside the dining table with long lengths of silken cords in her hands.
“Now my precious little daughter,” she announced. “You are going to receive your punishment for making me scream and getting both of us in possible trouble.”
She grabbed one of my wrists and knotted the cord around it. Then she did the same to my other wrist.
Then she pushed me back on the table with my ass hanging off of the end, and started winding the long cords around my legs and the legs of the table until the lower half of my body was totally immobilized. God knows why I was letting her do this to me except it had me going crazy with lust.
Then she tied each of my wrists to the other legs of the table making me completely immobile. My total feeling of helplessness at the hands of this beautiful, domineering woman was driving my submissive heart wild with anticipation of what she might be thinking she would do to me. I was scared, but the fear added to my anticipation and the ocean of lust that was building inside of me. My rational side told me not to worry because Lynne and April had both assured me that I would not be harmed, but none the less I was terrified.
Her left hand roamed over my breasts as her right hand held the riding crop and flicked it very gently against my sex. Her left hand went down to massage my vulva. “My what a beautiful little pussy you have,” she proclaimed. “And it is all mine to do with as I want.”
She proceeded to shove the crop up my cunt causing me to gasp. Then she began to pinch my clitoris as she slowly lower her face to my crotch and began licking between my labia causing me to shudder and quake.
“My naughty little daughter tastes so good and her labia are opening wide inviting me in. Perhaps I shall put my hand inside of her. No wait I have a better idea. One that will give both of us some simultaneous pleasure.”
She went into the bedroom and returned with a rather large double headed dildo, one end of which she immediately slid into her gaping cunt. Then she stepped between my legs and placed the head of it at the entrance to my love canal and suddenly stopped. “Wait she said.”
She looked around the suite, spied my panties laying on a table and grabbed them, then she went into the bedroom and came out with her panties which she immediately stuffed into my mouth. Her lingering scent was wonderful.
“There no screams will be heard,” she proclaimed.
She put my panties in her mouth, placed the head of the double dong at my opening and I swear my labia grabbed onto it as it they had a mind of their own and began sucking it deep inside of me.
She stood there between my legs for a good half an hour thrusting her hips so that the toy moved in and out of both of us, giving both of us several really intense orgasms until she finally collapsed on top of me out of breath, panting, and sweating.
When she recovered, she untied me, pulled me to my feet, and kissed me long and gently.
I broke the kiss and asked, “Can we drop the games and just make tender love to one another?”
She looked startled by that question and then looked at the clock. It was a little after 4 am.
“We have a little time,” she replied. “I have a meeting at 10 am that I cannot miss.”
“I have to be at work by 7 am,” I answered back. “That gives us a little bit of time.”
It was time well spent, just about an hour of plain simple, lovely love making between two highly erotic women.
When we were done she said, “I need to catch a couple of hours of sleep before I make the meeting at 10 am. You best get going,” she said.
She got up and walked to her purse while I went into the living room and started to put my clothes on. She entered wearing her black silk robe. In her hand were several crisp one hundred dollar bills. She counted out five and handed them to me. Then she took three more and placed them in my hand.
“Just a little something extra because you were so good,” she said.
“Gee thanks,” I replied.
“Since this was your first time working for Lynne, I don’t suppose you are available tomorrow night?”
“No I’m free,” I said enthusiastically.
“Good. Then I will call Lynne and set things up, she remarked.
“Ah. Why bother calling Lynne?” I asked. “I’m here right now and she does not have to be in the middle.”
“I do not work that way,” she responded. “It gets too personal. If you want to make some more money tomorrow night, you get in touch with Lynne.”
“Okay I will,” I promised.
“You did very well in our Mommy—Daughter role play. How would you like to try Teacher—Student tomorrow night?”
“Sounds like fun,” I smiled back at her.
“Can you dress the part?”
I thought for a moment and said, “Yep I sure can.”
“Good. Meet me in the hotel bar at 6 for dinner before we begin our little play,” she smiled at me.
“Sure thing,” I said slipping on my jeans without my panties because I had no idea where they were. Then I slipped on my sandals and tank, grabbed my bag and left. I figured I had just enough time to get home, shower, and eat something before I had to go to work and I was already planning on becoming “sick” and leaving work early so I could get an afternoon nap.
On the drive home I thought to myself, “Wow this prostitution thing was a real turn on. Imagine someone willing to pay good money just to have sex with me, but I better confine any future activities to the weekends or at least early evenings. A girl does need her sleep. I wondered what Lynne’s other clients were like and whether they would be as good as April.
That morning I called Lynne from work and told her that April wanted to see me again. April had already called her. We arranged to meet for lunch so I could give Lynne her cut. I remember April’s words of warning, “Do not tell Lynne how big your tip was or she is going to raise her fees on me. She uses a sliding scale based upon what her clients can pay.”
At lunch, Lynne said, “April will probably want to keep you all weekend, meaning Friday night, Saturday, and Sunday. Do you think you can keep her amused?”
“Oh I’m sure I can,” I replied with a sly smile.
“Okay then I will arrange a weekend fee which is actually a little cheaper than a one nighter but still very lucrative,” she responded.
“Whatever?” I replied.
“I have another woman who I am sure would like you, but she is into quickies like Mary Kay and needs to get home early. She also can’t afford a hotel room,” she went on.
“Tell me about her,” I responded.
“Late 30s, married, couple of kids, attractive but not beautiful, a little on the mousy side, short, slender, pretty good in bed. I’ve done her myself. She likes tall, strong, and powerful women. She is also rather submissive emotionally and physically. Do you think you can switch?”
“What kind of money are we talking about?” I asked with some interest.
“Not much. Two hundred. It would be a fifty—fifty split but it would only be for an hour or two,” she replied with some urgency in her voice.
“Lynne, are you having difficulties finding women who will work for you?”
She frowned. “Well there are a lot of druggies out there who are willing to work for me, but frankly they are undependable and dangerous because they can be diseased and they talk too much which puts me and my matchmaking business in jeopardy.”
“Okay. I’ll give the woman a try,” I responded figuring that I had just found a gold mine of unending female sexual partners.
“I have another woman in mind,” she responded.
“Okay tell me about her,” I went on.
“Well again late 30s, quite beautiful, extremely successful business woman in town, very much in the closet, bisexual, husband is fucking some fat pig who happens to be the wife of a city council member. They do it at the country club where they are golfing buddies. The woman I have in mind likes her sex straight, meaning vanilla and quick, in her own home, with no conversation.”
I almost fell off of my chair. Sarah and some of my other regular readers will understand why.
“I think I will take a pass on her,” I replied.
“She pays big bucks,” she responded.
“That may be, but I will pass on her,” I firmly answered.
“That fucking bitch!” I said to myself. Lynne was talking about Eve, my boss and senior partner in our business. Eve’s been stringing me on for over a year with her little story about “Well I am curious about what it would be like to have sex with a woman, but I am not ready to cross that line yet. When I do you will be my first.” Bull shit that fucking cunt.
“Lynne, I’ve changed my mind. I’ll do her for you,” I proclaimed with an evil grin and with an even more evil plan of action in mind.