An Introduction to Lesbian Prostitution

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.