Sylvia Ida and Dulce mix it up in Berkeley 1965
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Sylvia And Ida/ The Whore Business free porn video
"Sylvia, you are too hot. We are going to rest for about an hour, and then Dulce and I and the boys want to show you what we know about all this DP stuff you are so excited about. Watching you with Woody, I don't think you really need that trick in your kit, but all of us want to do it now, thanks to you. After you finish cleaning Woody, be a good little cum whore. Come over here, clean off my pussy and my ass, then get Roger, he is all cummy still, and I think Dulce would like it if you did her the same way you do me? If you are the whore attraction at these parties. You want to come up with stuff that nobody's wife or girlfriend would do, especially the slut crazed way you do, so you might want to put that and your super nasty talk into our performance..."
"I like it better if you or somebody makes me."
"Well, hon, that is not quite my thing, but I'll try..."You little slut, get on your hands and knees, keep your mouth shut. Get over here, right now, and do what I told you. My ass is full of grade "A" sticky cum. Lick it out of me, bitch, get over here and lick it..." I hadn't heard anybody talk like this to me in now what seemed like a very long time:
"Ida, I'm going to break character for a second to tell you that is just what I like. That nasty talk and attitude and more of it."
• "You have been an opera student your whole fucking life, Syl. You'll do better with the money thing if you start screaming at the top of your voice after you've been doing it for a while. These guys have gone to all this trouble, put out all this money, so they can something that they can't get at home, some fantasy fuck that they wanted in tenth grade, but they were too shy or nerdy or too many zits to get a girlfriend. So you represent that girlfriend or that girl they wanted and jacked off about who was totally unobtainable. I'll bet whoever finally married them doesn't fuck at all like you do. Most women, I'm sad to say, gave up on getting "O's" from their husband after about one year of marriage. Now when they fuck, this same woman is hardly turned on at all. He never bothered to learn anything about what she likes and how her body works, so now when he has a bunch of money that she doesn't know about, he is sneaking off to get it on with you, even if he has to share you with ten other guys. So, honey, raise the fucking roof. No words needed, just scream "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" like a crazy woman. In your situation, the sooner this guy pops the better. Your tight little puss and ass, and the way you talk, is going to get him close to the edge, and if you do the screaming thing, someplace where nobody is going to call the cops, you are going to be whoring, Syl, making money fucking complete strangers! Once you get into the business, it's easy to fuck guys that you are attracted to, it's more difficult to give yourself up to some guy you know you would hate if you ever got to know him. You have to blow that guy or fuck him like he is sporting the last boner in the world. I'm telling you this because I had to figure a way to do that myself, and make enough money to make it worth my time and effort and the wear and tear on my body and spirit!"
We were sitting naked in Ida's big kitchen, drinking beer, smoking pot ( everybody called it "grass" then) breaking crab legs apart, and feasting on the meat inside. I decided I had better clarify some things about myself:
"That thing I told you about wanting to be told what to do? I only like it for sex, and not all the time, but, sometimes, with an older or dominant woman, I get that way. I have a voice teacher in Hollywood, a pretty famous one, actually, and she doms me, ties me up, makes me do all kinds of stuff, degrading, humiliating stuff. I guess you already know I have this thing about pee. I liked it when Miss Hanscomb would tie my arms and legs with all these fancy knots that she knew, and then I would be helpless, at her fucking mercy. She put on what she said was a strap-on dick, a big rubbery thing that she used like a dick, with a little part that rubbed her clitoris when she pushed it in and out of me. She made me suck it. that was strange, it reminded me that the sucking part of dick sucking is what I like. The feeling of this big rubber cock in my mouth, especially with Mrs. Hanscomb on the other end fucking into my mouth and telling me about it while she Getting fucked by something that looked just like a cock but isn't really was so fucking weird, but she was all over my pussy and my ass and I came right away, in less than two minutes! She said ""You can't hide, Sylvia, you can't fucking hide!" I don't know why I'm so weird, I swear I was never mistreated in any way growing up, quite the opposite, to be honest, I think I was loved cherished and indulged, but I turned out all weird anyway. What I like to chase in sex is the intensity, and most penis-vagina "normal" sex is not nearly enough for me. Not even close, Ida, which doesn't mean I don't like it, but I'm always hungry for more..."
"What do you like?"
"Judy made me do stuff like lick piss off the floor or the toilet seat while I was getting yelled at and roughly fucked from behind...."
"Jesus, we can't..."
I put my arms around Ida and kissed her.
"It's okay, Ida, it's okay, I know most people aren't as strange as I am. The people I love and care about, are still the people who are important in my life. I just have an itch..what do you call it...masochism?....that I need to scratch every so often. After the crazy stuff with mom, it's gotten a lot bigger. I don't think Al will let me do this, but really, I mean for real, I would like to do my whore act tied up or chained to the floor or something. I would be totally helpless and naked and then anyone could do anything they wanted to me. Fuck me in every hole, spit on me, piss on me, take a smelly dump on me, make me suck dick until they ran out of dicks; anything, everything. I got fucked once, when I was sixteen at an orgy by so many guys that I was screaming crazy, out of my mind. After a while of that my normal woman's voice got really low, like a man's. I think I did ten or eleven guys that night, and I would have done more if more guys, boys, and men, were there. When I got done with that, I could hardly pee and hardly walk. (laughing) It was so insane, but the weirdest thing was that it made sense, it felt right to me. I felt like getting gang-banged like that was something I should be doing. So it turns out that I'm a woman like that..."
"Wow, honey, that's all I've got to say. Those are places I don't go, even in fantasy. Do you have a partner you can do that stuff with, a partner who you trust?"
"Well, Al, Big Al, the guy who is setting up these whoring parties for me, I have sex with him and with his wife, Rosie, too, but they aren't nearly as weird as I am. They are nice lovers, though. I have lots of nice sexy lovers, but nobody to take me to the really weird places I like to go to and to make sure I get home safe...."
"Do you want to try that stuff here?"
"Do you know a good person or couple? I'm so glad you introduced me to Dulce, Roger, and Woody. Just because I told you this stuff about myself, doesn't mean I didn't like being with you. I came like....what did Al say? I came like a Saber jet buzzing your house..., I don't know what the fuck a Saber jet is, but it sounded really intense. When I came with all three of you just now, and of course, with you, Ida, that's what it felt like. I've been talking a lot, I always turn into a real chatterbox when I get over like today!. I want to talk about this DP fucking tonight? Are we still...' "
" Oh yeah, baby, you want your little ass and puss fucked at the same time, you're at the right house!"
Ida said:
" I want to talk to you about two things, baby, just two. I keep thinking about you doing this whoring thing. I don't like it, of course, what would you expect me to say? But now I have an idea of how you work and how sex for you works, too. I had to whore myself to get the money to buy my house. I just knew that with the way I was, the way I lived, having a nest would be a good idea, and I was right. I really wanted to be a free spirit like my mom, but we are not the same that way. She got together with my dad for a week and they made me. He went off to World War 2 and got his ass killed almost as soon as he showed up at the place in the Pacific where he was supposed to fight. He was in a boat, it was full of Marines like him. Some Japanese shells landed in the middle of the boat and killed everybody. My dad was killed before he got off the boat. There were lots of porn movies being made in the nineteen forties. She knew how to act, direct and produce them but she didn't want to do it, either. Mom told me when she made the porn movies for money for Margaret Sanger's group, she wasn't whoring, she was acting. Then she said " Well, really, I can't tell the difference when I'm doing, except with whoring we didn't have so many re-takes. "
"Ida looked into my eyes with her steady gaze: '' I fucked and blew men for money. I tried to just treat it like a job, but what kind of job is it when you put all this intimate stuff out there for men you don't know, don't care about, don't plan to see again unless they've got the coin. I got fucked every way you can think of, ( laughing) and honey, I know you can. I did one thing that always got me a lot of tips. I would dress up in stockings and a garter belt, a teddy, my hair up, eye make-up. If I was doing a party, where I was expected to do a lot of guys, I would get guys to fuck me like I was their personal fuck doll, and dump so much cum on me that it was dripping off my nose and my nipples!. I'll never know why that's such a turn-on for men, to see that, but it sure is. I'd have a slave collar on, somebody I liked to hold the chain, and, you know how it is, guys are putting loads in and on me. and I'm just boppin' along, begging for it, acting like each guy's load was what I had been waiting for my whole life. A lot of stuff came off me and out of me on the floor. I would make this show, not as well as you, baby, but I would put my face in the cum puddles and lick them up, sometimes, if somebody told me to, spit it out and lick it up again. I rolled my face around in the stuff, so it was really all over. Maybe I would do another guy like that, I don't remember, but guys were just throwing money at me. They couldn't get enough of that, and all I needed was a towel to wipe my face and a nice hot shower. "
"I had to stop because I was using a lot of sex stuff, real personal and intimate, with strangers, and I wanted to use it on people I really cared about. But I learned a lot, made a shit pot full of money that I did NOT share with a pimp, that money was half the cash money that bought this great house. So, honey, when I tell you I have no regrets. I'm not just flapping my gums around. But I don't think I can do it again..."
"Judy and I did a glory hole room in Hollywood last summer. We sucked all these dicks through a hole in the wall, and then some of the men came around and fucked us, like really...There was cum EVERYWHERE and Judy and I made a show off production of licking it off each other, the guys, my ass and puss and hers, too, and all the jizz puddles on the floor. Yeah, those fools couldn't throw money fast enough. Oh, yeah, I had my green and yellow girl scout uniform on. I guess those guys seeing cum all over that dress got them all crazy. I don't know. Judy and I sure liked the money..."
"I like it better if you or somebody makes me."
"Well, hon, that is not quite my thing, but I'll try..."You little slut, get on your hands and knees, keep your mouth shut. Get over here, right now, and do what I told you. My ass is full of grade "A" sticky cum. Lick it out of me, bitch, get over here and lick it..." I hadn't heard anybody talk like this to me in now what seemed like a very long time:
"Ida, I'm going to break character for a second to tell you that is just what I like. That nasty talk and attitude and more of it."
• "You have been an opera student your whole fucking life, Syl. You'll do better with the money thing if you start screaming at the top of your voice after you've been doing it for a while. These guys have gone to all this trouble, put out all this money, so they can something that they can't get at home, some fantasy fuck that they wanted in tenth grade, but they were too shy or nerdy or too many zits to get a girlfriend. So you represent that girlfriend or that girl they wanted and jacked off about who was totally unobtainable. I'll bet whoever finally married them doesn't fuck at all like you do. Most women, I'm sad to say, gave up on getting "O's" from their husband after about one year of marriage. Now when they fuck, this same woman is hardly turned on at all. He never bothered to learn anything about what she likes and how her body works, so now when he has a bunch of money that she doesn't know about, he is sneaking off to get it on with you, even if he has to share you with ten other guys. So, honey, raise the fucking roof. No words needed, just scream "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" like a crazy woman. In your situation, the sooner this guy pops the better. Your tight little puss and ass, and the way you talk, is going to get him close to the edge, and if you do the screaming thing, someplace where nobody is going to call the cops, you are going to be whoring, Syl, making money fucking complete strangers! Once you get into the business, it's easy to fuck guys that you are attracted to, it's more difficult to give yourself up to some guy you know you would hate if you ever got to know him. You have to blow that guy or fuck him like he is sporting the last boner in the world. I'm telling you this because I had to figure a way to do that myself, and make enough money to make it worth my time and effort and the wear and tear on my body and spirit!"
We were sitting naked in Ida's big kitchen, drinking beer, smoking pot ( everybody called it "grass" then) breaking crab legs apart, and feasting on the meat inside. I decided I had better clarify some things about myself:
"That thing I told you about wanting to be told what to do? I only like it for sex, and not all the time, but, sometimes, with an older or dominant woman, I get that way. I have a voice teacher in Hollywood, a pretty famous one, actually, and she doms me, ties me up, makes me do all kinds of stuff, degrading, humiliating stuff. I guess you already know I have this thing about pee. I liked it when Miss Hanscomb would tie my arms and legs with all these fancy knots that she knew, and then I would be helpless, at her fucking mercy. She put on what she said was a strap-on dick, a big rubbery thing that she used like a dick, with a little part that rubbed her clitoris when she pushed it in and out of me. She made me suck it. that was strange, it reminded me that the sucking part of dick sucking is what I like. The feeling of this big rubber cock in my mouth, especially with Mrs. Hanscomb on the other end fucking into my mouth and telling me about it while she Getting fucked by something that looked just like a cock but isn't really was so fucking weird, but she was all over my pussy and my ass and I came right away, in less than two minutes! She said ""You can't hide, Sylvia, you can't fucking hide!" I don't know why I'm so weird, I swear I was never mistreated in any way growing up, quite the opposite, to be honest, I think I was loved cherished and indulged, but I turned out all weird anyway. What I like to chase in sex is the intensity, and most penis-vagina "normal" sex is not nearly enough for me. Not even close, Ida, which doesn't mean I don't like it, but I'm always hungry for more..."
"What do you like?"
"Judy made me do stuff like lick piss off the floor or the toilet seat while I was getting yelled at and roughly fucked from behind...."
"Jesus, we can't..."
I put my arms around Ida and kissed her.
"It's okay, Ida, it's okay, I know most people aren't as strange as I am. The people I love and care about, are still the people who are important in my life. I just have an itch..what do you call it...masochism?....that I need to scratch every so often. After the crazy stuff with mom, it's gotten a lot bigger. I don't think Al will let me do this, but really, I mean for real, I would like to do my whore act tied up or chained to the floor or something. I would be totally helpless and naked and then anyone could do anything they wanted to me. Fuck me in every hole, spit on me, piss on me, take a smelly dump on me, make me suck dick until they ran out of dicks; anything, everything. I got fucked once, when I was sixteen at an orgy by so many guys that I was screaming crazy, out of my mind. After a while of that my normal woman's voice got really low, like a man's. I think I did ten or eleven guys that night, and I would have done more if more guys, boys, and men, were there. When I got done with that, I could hardly pee and hardly walk. (laughing) It was so insane, but the weirdest thing was that it made sense, it felt right to me. I felt like getting gang-banged like that was something I should be doing. So it turns out that I'm a woman like that..."
"Wow, honey, that's all I've got to say. Those are places I don't go, even in fantasy. Do you have a partner you can do that stuff with, a partner who you trust?"
"Well, Al, Big Al, the guy who is setting up these whoring parties for me, I have sex with him and with his wife, Rosie, too, but they aren't nearly as weird as I am. They are nice lovers, though. I have lots of nice sexy lovers, but nobody to take me to the really weird places I like to go to and to make sure I get home safe...."
"Do you want to try that stuff here?"
"Do you know a good person or couple? I'm so glad you introduced me to Dulce, Roger, and Woody. Just because I told you this stuff about myself, doesn't mean I didn't like being with you. I came like....what did Al say? I came like a Saber jet buzzing your house..., I don't know what the fuck a Saber jet is, but it sounded really intense. When I came with all three of you just now, and of course, with you, Ida, that's what it felt like. I've been talking a lot, I always turn into a real chatterbox when I get over like today!. I want to talk about this DP fucking tonight? Are we still...' "
" Oh yeah, baby, you want your little ass and puss fucked at the same time, you're at the right house!"
Ida said:
" I want to talk to you about two things, baby, just two. I keep thinking about you doing this whoring thing. I don't like it, of course, what would you expect me to say? But now I have an idea of how you work and how sex for you works, too. I had to whore myself to get the money to buy my house. I just knew that with the way I was, the way I lived, having a nest would be a good idea, and I was right. I really wanted to be a free spirit like my mom, but we are not the same that way. She got together with my dad for a week and they made me. He went off to World War 2 and got his ass killed almost as soon as he showed up at the place in the Pacific where he was supposed to fight. He was in a boat, it was full of Marines like him. Some Japanese shells landed in the middle of the boat and killed everybody. My dad was killed before he got off the boat. There were lots of porn movies being made in the nineteen forties. She knew how to act, direct and produce them but she didn't want to do it, either. Mom told me when she made the porn movies for money for Margaret Sanger's group, she wasn't whoring, she was acting. Then she said " Well, really, I can't tell the difference when I'm doing, except with whoring we didn't have so many re-takes. "
"Ida looked into my eyes with her steady gaze: '' I fucked and blew men for money. I tried to just treat it like a job, but what kind of job is it when you put all this intimate stuff out there for men you don't know, don't care about, don't plan to see again unless they've got the coin. I got fucked every way you can think of, ( laughing) and honey, I know you can. I did one thing that always got me a lot of tips. I would dress up in stockings and a garter belt, a teddy, my hair up, eye make-up. If I was doing a party, where I was expected to do a lot of guys, I would get guys to fuck me like I was their personal fuck doll, and dump so much cum on me that it was dripping off my nose and my nipples!. I'll never know why that's such a turn-on for men, to see that, but it sure is. I'd have a slave collar on, somebody I liked to hold the chain, and, you know how it is, guys are putting loads in and on me. and I'm just boppin' along, begging for it, acting like each guy's load was what I had been waiting for my whole life. A lot of stuff came off me and out of me on the floor. I would make this show, not as well as you, baby, but I would put my face in the cum puddles and lick them up, sometimes, if somebody told me to, spit it out and lick it up again. I rolled my face around in the stuff, so it was really all over. Maybe I would do another guy like that, I don't remember, but guys were just throwing money at me. They couldn't get enough of that, and all I needed was a towel to wipe my face and a nice hot shower. "
"I had to stop because I was using a lot of sex stuff, real personal and intimate, with strangers, and I wanted to use it on people I really cared about. But I learned a lot, made a shit pot full of money that I did NOT share with a pimp, that money was half the cash money that bought this great house. So, honey, when I tell you I have no regrets. I'm not just flapping my gums around. But I don't think I can do it again..."
"Judy and I did a glory hole room in Hollywood last summer. We sucked all these dicks through a hole in the wall, and then some of the men came around and fucked us, like really...There was cum EVERYWHERE and Judy and I made a show off production of licking it off each other, the guys, my ass and puss and hers, too, and all the jizz puddles on the floor. Yeah, those fools couldn't throw money fast enough. Oh, yeah, I had my green and yellow girl scout uniform on. I guess those guys seeing cum all over that dress got them all crazy. I don't know. Judy and I sure liked the money..."
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