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Part One.

“You look gorgeous, both of you,” Steve said.
“Why thank you, kind sir!” I giggled. “Shall we give Dad a twirl?”
We each turned a three sixty. He nodded his approval, and so he should, our collective outfits had cost, but then he could afford it.

He looked handsome, in his dinner jacket. I’d tied his bow tie myself, and as I tied it, so he had fondled my bottom, cupping my bare cheek, then lightly tugging the back of my thong, it rode up into my pussy. I wanted him then, had that feeling in my stomach. He pulled me in tight against him, I could feel his cock hardening through our clothes. I smiled, Louise had been there, watching from the doorway.
“Dad, there’s a time and a place for that you know!”
“I know Lou, and this is definitely the place, but you’re right, not the time. Later then Abbey?”
“If you don’t drink too much,” I replied, kissing his lips, leaving a light smear of red lipstick, still holding him tight, wanting nothing more than to be fucked by him.
“I am still here you know!” Louise said, “really you two!”

I looked at her, framed as she was by the door frame. She wore a black dress, we both did. Hers hugged her young figure, it was too short, but Steve had insisted. She had good legs, long and shapely, her calves defined by her heels. Her feet would ache by the end of the evening I thought, but then again, so would mine. I smoothed my dress back down, Steve would have had it up around my waist, even with our daughter watching. My dress was equally short, well maybe a little longer, but not much, but unlike her backless dress, mine had a plunging neckline, a little too plunging……

We took an arm each, as we had walked into the hotel lobby. Five stars, it oozed class. we’d been here before, not so long ago.
“Remember last time we were here Abbey? Fuck the look on the face of that girl from room service when she came in the room and saw you on your knees sucking my cock,” Steve said.

I remembered, he was in his shirt tails, and me, I was just wearing my stockings, and heels. I knelt on the soft carpet, his cock hard, so hard. I wrapped my hand around it, worked it, cupped his balls, his full balls, weighing them, they were heavy with come. My tongue swept around his glands, then I’d taken him in my mouth, my head bobbing forward and back, each time going deeper. Suddenly I was aware we were no longer alone. The waitress stood just inside the door, holding a tray, a tray with two glasses, and a bottle of bubbly in a cooler. I looked at her, through my eyelashes, still with Steve’s hard cock in my mouth. I didn’t stop. She watched, then she smiled. I wondered if she’d join us, join me. She smiled again, then walked to the bedside table, and set the tray down. She walked back to the door, stopped, looked back, watching, before leaving, closing the door quietly behind her……

“I’m going to have nightmares tonight,” Louise said.

The room buzzed, everyone wearing the uniform of the night, except one woman in an almost sheer silver dress. A waitress offered us champagne from a silver tray. We each took one.
“Was that the waitress Mum, the one who caught you with your mouth full?” Louise asked.
“Could have been, I remember she smiled as she watched us,” I said.
“You are awful, you know that don’t you.”
I drained my glass, and signalled the girl for another.
“Now where has your father gone?” I asked.
“Through there, with some silver fox,” Louse replied.
“Silver fox, and you’d know what a silver fox is would you?
“Oh come on Mum, I am s*******n you know.” She said.
“And don’t I know it!” I said.

We danced, drank champagne. The canapés were just mouth watering. Still Steve had not re-appeared. She stroked my arm, just gently. It was the woman in the silver dress. The only woman in the room who wasn’t wearing an LBD.
We went with her, along a corridor, and up a few stairs. The door to the suite was guarded by a huge muscled man, a large scar down the side of his face.
“Alan darling,” the woman said, “did Emily get her flight alright?”
“Course she did Natasha, I saw her through to airside.” Alan replied.
“Thank you,” she said, then kissed his cheek affectionately.
He opened the door, and we were admitted.

Steve was there, slightly white faced. He looked up, and smiled. A nervous smile?
“Ladies, thank you for joining us,” the silver fox said warmly.
Natasha went to him, to his side, slipping her arm around his waist.
“Charles, you haven’t introduced yourself.” Natasha purred.
She was gorgeous, her dress, almost sheer, but not quite, it seemed to be just d****d on her, clinging to her curves, and what curves. Her earrings sparkled in the light, diamonds I concluded, real ones.
“You’re right as always. Ladies, let me introduce you, Natasha you’ve met, this is Dieter. I’m Charles, now make yourself comfortable.” He said.
We sat, and as we sat so my dress rode up my thigh, something not lost on either Charles or Dieter, and probably my husband.
“Let them look,” I thought, “I’ve got great legs.”
“Ladies, a toast I think, Steve has agreed to join our little enterprise, as our off shore banking consultant, so we shall be seeing a lot of each other. So welcome, to you all.”
I looked at my husbands new business associates. They weren’t the normal banker business men that I had become use to. A nagging doubt entered my mind, one I couldn’t nail down.

“Hopefully next time we all met up it will be somewhere warmer, I could use some sun,” Natasha said, making conversation.
“Now that’s a good idea Natasha, yes lets,” Charles said.
Dieter joined us, his hand on her bum. I was confused, I thought she was Charles’s wife, but now Dieter was being very free with her. She didn’t bat an eyelid, as in plain view Dieter squeezed her bum.

“Shall we return to the party?” Charles said.
The music was slow.
“Natasha, you dance with Steve, I’ll dance with Abbey,” Charles said, taking her hand, and leading Mum onto the floor.
As if on cue, Dieter put his arm around my waist, and walked me onto the dance floor. He was good looking, younger than Charles, probably the same age as my Dad. He held me firmly, as we glided across the dance floor. I could feel his firm muscles through his dinner jacket. Then his hand wandered, down and onto my bum. I didn’t really know what to do, I mean he was somehow my Dad’s boss. I looked across to where my Mum danced with Charles, but she was not looking my way.
“Heute Abend hubsch ich werde dich ficken,” Dieter said.
I said nothing, and continued to dance. He pulled me closer.
“I said, tonight pretty one, I am going to fuck you!”
My mouth went dry. And my stomach felt funny. I wasn’t a virgin, and I wasn’t a prude, you couldn’t be living with my Mum and Dad.
“I must have heard wrong, or he must have got his English wrong,” I thought.
Then he squeezed my bottom, and said, “yes little one, yes?”
I was saved, at least for the moment by Natasha.
“Dieter, leave her pert little bottom alone, at least for the moment, you’re wanted….over there.”
He left me, confused.
“Dieter is lovely, in his own way, I remember the first time my daughter Emily and I met him, he fucked her hard till she came, more than once if I remember.” Natasha said.
“But he’s……..”
“Dishy, but a bit old for you? Don’t let that put you off. Watch out for Petra though, she’s normally not far away, though not seen her tonight, she’s a real bitch, fucked my arse with a strap-on, you know what a strap-on is, don’t you?
“No,” I replied.
“Big dildo in a harness thing,” Natasha said.
“In the arse?”
“Mmm, you’ll like that.”
I looked around, bewildered. Mum was still with Charles, and Dad was at the bar. Dieter returned, and Natasha re-joined my Dad.

Charles was a charming host, he had held me close through several dances, Steve I noticed was at the bar with Natasha, and Louise was……..ah there, dancing with the German. My feet ached, and I wanted a fuck.
“Charles,” I said. “Time I made tracks, its been a long day.”
“Of course Abbey, ah, here comes Steve now.”
We said our goodnights, Louise still danced with Dieter, so I went to where they danced.
“Don’t be long, you have your room key.”

I was no sooner through the door when Steve was on me. He held me, his lips on mine, his hands searching for, and finding the zip of my dress. It fell to the floor, tangling in my shoes. He pulled me close, as I stood in just my knickers, and hold-ups. I stood up on tip- toe, and pulled his face into my breasts, his breath hot on my skin, my nipples already erect.
“That Charles has wandering hands, he’s made me hot as hell,” I said.
“Wandering hands?” Steve asked, from between my tits, his hands on my arse, fingers easing my thong from between my cheeks.
“Mmm, seemed to like my bum, almost as much as you do, now for Christ sake fuck me, or I’ll go and find him!”
He took his face away, smiled, that wicked little smile of his.
“Will Lou be alright?” He asked.
“She’ll be fine, we’re in a five star hotel, and she’s with your new bosses, and that Natasha, now fuck me!”
He pushed me back onto the bed, then struggled with his fly, catching his shirt tail in it.
“Oh for fuck sake, let me,” I said.
I freed it, then reached inside his trousers, and freed the monster within. He was hard, but would be harder when I’d finished with it, and it was ready to penetrate me, and I wanted that so bad. My lips were around the bulbous head, so silky, I ran my tongue across it, then around it.
“Fancy Natasha, did we?” I asked.
“Well she’s not bad,” he replied, even as I took his length into my mouth.
“Mmm, how did her tits feel as she pressed them against your chest?” I asked, then ran my tongue down the entire length of his wonderful cock, a cock that would soon be inside me.
“Firm, and I loved the size of them,” he said.
I bit the tip of his cock, hard. He winched slightly.
“Not as good as yours, then of course I haven’t seen them.”
“Yet,” I said.
“Come on Abbey, she’s Charles’s, and he’s the boss….oh fuck that’s good.”
“Fuck me lover!” I said, rolling over, my legs spread.
He mounted me, sliding his cock into me, stretching me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, as his cock bottomed out, the tip against my cervix. I pulled up, tilted my hips, as he began to fuck me.
“Harder love, harder……mmm, better, oh fuck yesssssssssss,” I moaned.
He always had this effect on me, he always had. His cock was the biggest I had had, ever, not that there had been many, seven, only seven others, but his was………..”Oh fuck yes, yes, yes,” I was coming, already, so soon. “Oh fuck yessssssssssssssssss,” I almost screamed, my nails raking his back.
He pushed inwards, getting just that little bit deeper, and he did as I asked, and fucked me harder, the heels of my stilettos digging against his taut bum. And I was coming again……..

He guided me upstairs, past my floor and my room, to his. Not a room, a suite. He pulled me to him, and kissed me for the first time, leaving me breathless. I felt his hands at the back of my neck. Everything was happening so quickly. The top of my dress fell away, leaving my breasts exposed as I wasn’t wearing a bra. He cupped my right breast, lifting it slightly, at the same time lowering his mouth to my nipple. His tongue, and his teeth excited it, seemingly at the same time, I groaned with pleasure. My dress fell to the carpet, and I stood in front of a man old enough to be my father in just a pair of tights, I didn’t even wear panties, as the tights had a cotton gusset, a very wet gusset I realised. His hand was between my legs, further exciting me. He yanked the front of the tights down, then eased them over my bum, then down to my knees, then he resumed, fingering me, and fuck did he know how to pleasure me. I bit my bottom lip, and closed my eyes, lost in the moment.
“Now I’m going to fuck you pretty one,” He breathed in my ear, which he then nibbled.
“Please,” I breathed.

I lay on the bed, watching as he undressed. His body was muscled, his chest, his arms, his six pack, smooth. My eyes rested on his cock, it jutted out in front of him, hard, veined, sculpted. Beautiful. I wanted it, needed it. I was disappointed, if only momentarily, his head between my legs, his breath hot on my cunt, my wet aching cunt, his tongue on my clit. I wondered what he would think, I had shaved myself, not even my Mum knew I’d done that. Would he think I was some sort of slut, a slut like Elena Djorvik, who I went to college with………. “Oh fuck, oh my fucking………..” I gasped as his tongue penetrate me. I spread my legs further, and was rewarded by him pushing his tongue further inside me, his thumb on my clit. I was coming, I’d come before, but only when I’d played with myself in bed, usually when Dad was fucking Mum, and I could hear her moaning. She was so noisy.
“Oh yes, oh my, oh…yes, yes……oh fuck, fuck, yesssssssssss,” I yelled.
When I came at home I always stopped when I came. But he carried on, and my orgasm just continued to build, and build. My anus pulsated, and I farted. I was so ashamed, but he didn’t stop, his fingers inside me now.
“Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, I’m commmmmmmmmming, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk,” I screamed.
“She liked that Dieter, let me have a taste,” a female voice said.
I looked up, in shock. It was her, Natasha, and as I looked so her silver dress fell to the floor, I saw she was naked. Dieter didn’t stop, another wave of pleasure washed through my entire body.

Then he was gone, replaced by her. Natasha’s mouth encompassed my cunt, her tongue never still, opening my labia, my juices flowing into her mouth.
“No, no, stop, I’m not a……..oh fuck, mmmmm…..no stop…….” I said, but no-one was listening to me, and nor was my body……………..

“Turn over Abbey,” Steve said, “I want to fuck you from behind.”
I felt his hard cock slip out of me, leaving me empty. I quickly got onto all fours, my bum in the air.
“Fuck Abbey, you have a gorgeous arse,” Steve said, and as he did, I felt his hot breath on it, then his tongue on my little brown starfish.
“Not tonight darling, fuck my cunt again….please!” I said.
His hands gripped my hips and he penetrated me again, going deeper, because of the position, his cock finding my G-spot, and sending me into ecstasy. I clawed at the pillows, and he repeatedly rammed his cock, his so hard cock, in and out of my cunt……..

Natasha was so gentle, keeping me in a state of arousal which I had never experienced, and as she did so, so Dieter held his cock by my lips. I knew what he wanted, had seen it on the internet, but seeing and doing are two very different things.
“Natasha, better show her what to do.”
She smiled, and took his cock in her hand.
“Like this.”
She ran her tongue around the tip, under the glands, and the same time pulling her hand down the length sharply. Then her mouth took it all, stopping about half way down the shaft.
She took her mouth away, offered the cock to me, “your turn Louise, take it slowly.”
I held it. It was so hard. Harder than the cocks I had, had before. Boys cocks, immature cocks. Tentatively I touched it with my tongue, then braver licked it, moving my tongue across the head, then closed my lips over it. I tried to take more, but choked, and lifted up.
“Try again, this time a little more,” Natasha said.
I did as she instructed, and managed a little more. Little by little I took more. I felt fingers inside me, magical fingers. Her fingers, as she brought me back to the edge. I stopped sucking his cock, concentrating on my own pleasure.
“No little slut, you must learn to continuing pleasuring your client, even if you are coming, your pleasure is secondary, you understand?” She said.
“Yes, I understand,” I replied, though what did she mean, client?……….

“I’m coming,” Steve said.
“Push it deep inside me, I want to feel it.”
He came, hot and hard, his come, so much come flooding me. He gripped me, pulling me back against him, his cock hard and deep inside me, throbbing, ejaculated. I groaned with utter pleasure. I didn’t come, I’d come three times already, Steve always ensured my pleasure before his own. He pulled his cock out of me, and quickly I span around, grabbing it. My mouth opened and I took it, sucking the last drops from it, then squeezed and wanked it, making sure I had it all. I crossed my legs, holding his gift inside me. It would dribble out of me over the next hour, but for now I wanted to keep it.
“Fuck Steve I needed that,” I said.
“Me too, fuck that was incredible.”
“You were hot for that Natasha, it was her that got you all fired up,” I said.
“Well she is ……….well not bad,” he said.
“I wouldn’t blame you if you did.” I said.
“Yeah right!”
I parted my legs, and slipped a finger in my slopping cunt, then pulled my finger out, licked it clean, then slipped two fingers in, coating them, then licking them clean again.
“You really are a dirty bitch Abbey.”
“Imagine me doing that to Natasha after you’d come inside her!” I said.
“You’re making me hard again,” Steve said, smiling.
“Good, fuck me again.”……………………

“Now lay back while Dieter fucks you little slut,” Natasha said. I didn’t like her calling me a slut. I wasn’t, but I lay back, and spread my legs.
His cock was bigger than I’d had before, he stretched me, and slowly he entered me, filling me.
“Oh god, that feels wonderful, and it so big,” I groaned.
“Mmm, good, tell him how big he is, how good he is. Tell him you want it all.” Natasha said.
“But I do want it all, and oh fuck…it is big, and so……fucking hard.” I gasped.
“Then tell him, you must tell your client, always tell them how good it is, how good it feels.”
“I will Natasha, oh fuck, push it all the way in…..oh fuck, oh fuck……fuck me harder, yes, yes…….oh fuck I’m cominnnnnnngggggggg.”
He rammed his cock in and out of me, I’d never felt anything like it. I never wanted it to end, and as he fucked me, so she kissed me, her mouth hot, tasted of my juices. I knew what I tasted like, I’d licked my fingers once after I’d fingered myself.
I came, then came again, and then immediately again. I was sweating, my body shaking. He hadn’t come, and I wondered if that was normal. Sex had never lasted this long before, a minute, two at the most before the boy came. I thought my Dad lasted longer, but I wasn’t sure he lasted this long.

He pulled his still hard cock out. I felt disappointed. Strangely empty, and literally empty.
“Clean your juices off his cock little slut,” Natasha instructed.
I looked at her, questioningly.
“Do it, do it now, learn to enjoy it, your juices and others, you won’t always be the only one with a client.”
I did as she told me, I cleaned all trace of myself from his cock, wondering what she meant.
“Well done Louise,” Dieter said, “now pleasure her, make her come.”
I didn’t know if I could, didn’t know if I wanted to. I knew I wasn’t a lesbian, but wondered what she’d taste like. I went down on her. I was nervous, reluctant even. But I did it, she tasted musky, an aroma that I would never forget, as I ran my tongue the length of her labia, juices flowed, flowed into my mouth.
“Good little slut, remember not all your clients will be men, some, many even, will be women.”
I felt a movement behind me, Dieter. Then he penetrated me from behind. I lifted my head.
“No little slut, keep your tongue on my cunt. Learn that you are to be enjoyed, and give enjoyment.” Natasha said.
She held my face against her wet cunt, as Dieter fucked my own wet, and hungry cunt. I was in seventh heaven.
“Put a finger up my arse,” Natasha said.
I did as she instructed, and as my finger pushed its way into her bum, so Dieter put his finger into my bottom. I’d never even done that to myself, and it felt strange, stranger still when a second finger joined the first.
“Make me come little slut, make me come,” she instructed.
I redoubled my efforts, and was rewarded when she suddenly grabbed my head, pulling me hard into her.
“Oh yes little slut, oh very good, cleaver slut, oh yessssssssssssssssss.”
There was an explosion of juices from her cunt, juices that I lapped up, drinking down, she tasted like nectar, and I wondered if I was a lesbian after all, then I remembered the hard cock ramming in and out of my cunt.
He pulled his cock out of me, still hard, still not come. His cock glistened with my come, my juices.
“You know what to do little slut.” She said.
I cleaned the juices off, noticing the very different taste of my own cunt, and hers.
“Now watch as Dieter fucks me,” Natasha said.
I didn’t want to watch, I wanted him back inside me. She knew what I was thinking.
“No little slut, you must learn to share, remember you exist to pleasure your client, or clients, however many there are, you understand?”
“Yes Natasha I think so,” replied.
“Mmmm, good, now clean Dieters cock.” She said.
He pulled his cock out of her, wet from her cunt I cleaned it, using my mouth, my tongue.
“Good little slut, now let Dieter come in your mouth,” Natasha said.
I sucked his cock, using my hand to wank him into my mouth, as Natasha instructed me. I felt it stiffen, getting just that bit harder. I wasn’t sure I wanted him to come in my mouth. I’d never tasted a man’s come before. She knew, she knew.
“Remember little slut, you exist only to give pleasure to others, if you experience pleasure that is a bonus. The clients come first. She’d said it again. Client?
“Oh fuck, yes,” Dieter said, he gripped the back of my head, pulling me onto his cock. I choked as he basically fucked my mouth. Then he grunted, and his cock throbbed, and his come gushed into my mouth, into my throat.

“Well little slut, you have a lot to learn, but very good.” Natasha said. We sat on a sofa, still naked. Dieter was in the shower.
“Did I?” I asked.
“You did, you can fuck me again in a moment, you’d like that?” She asked.
“I would, but….?”
“But what little slut?” Natasha asked.
“Well why do you call me little slut?” I asked.
“Because you are Louise, from now on you are a slut, and what else?”
“Why do you say I must pleasure the client? What client?” I asked her.
She smiled. Then she leant forward, and kissed my lips, her tongue in my mouth. I responded, my tongue entwined with hers, then she pulled back.
“You must pleasure the client, above all else little slut, because that is what you must do.” She said.
“But why?”
“Because that is your job, to be used by the client, or clients. You will fuck them, or suck them, whether they’re male, or female. And you will be well looked after.”
“But who are the clients, are you the client?” I asked.
“No little slut, I’m like you.” She said. “Yes little slut, I’m a prostitute, and that’s what you will be, now do you understand?”
“But I don’t want to be a prostitute,” I said weakly.
“No, but that’s what you will be.”……………

“Good morning Abbey, I trust you slept well,” Charles said.
“Thank you, yes,” I said. “Although not that much sleeping,” I thought.
“Good, look I need to go through a few things with Steve, take a couple of hours. Natasha is working in town today, why doesn’t she take Louise with her, give her an insight into the firm, leaving you free to enjoy the hotel spa, my treat of course.” Charles said.
“Well, if she doesn’t mind?” I said.
“No of course not, now Steve, we’ve lots to get through.” Charles said………

The car collected us from outside the hotel. The huge guy with the scar face drove. He frightened me.
“Alan sweetie,” Natasha cooed, “that little boutique, just off the High Street, you know the one.”
“Of course Natasha. Louise joining the firm then?” Alan asked.
“Yes, yes she is. Today she has her first client.” Natasha told him.
I cringed with embarrassment. She’s just told the driver I was a prostitute.
“She’ll be fine, I remember when you first started, you and Emily.” Alan said.
“Who is Emily?” I asked.
“She’s my daughter, a year or so older than you.” Natasha sad.
“And she’s……..” I said.
“Yes, and like you it wasn’t something we’d planned, my husband was banker, working for Charles. He reneged on the agreement, we, my sixteen year old daughter Emily and I were the collateral.”
“Collateral?”
“Yes, we had to pay Charles what my husband couldn’t,” Natasha said.
“Pay?” I asked, dreading the answer.
“As prostitutes.” Natasha said.
“But my Dad hasn’t re….whatever you said.”
“No, but we have chosen you, we’ve chosen your mother as well, she just doesn’t know it yet, that will change today.”
“Here we are Natasha,” Alan said, pulling the car over.

We shopped, underwear, underwear my Mum would never have brought me. Miniscule, see through, bras, half cups, even a couple of quarter cup ones. Silky, see though, always tarty, although I loved them. Stockings, suspender belts, which I’d never worn before, then dresses, some very revealing, ones that I couldn’t wear in public, or so I thought. Some classy. I tried so many clothes on, the shop girl running in and out, fetching whatever Natasha wanted, as I stood in just my knickers, and often not even in them. At first I was embarrassed, but after a while I became use to it.

She brought bags and bags of clothes.
“Ok, time is running short, wear these. I pulled on a tiny white silk thong , a tight short black leather skirt, and a white blouse, a quarter cup bra, over which my nipples peeked, and were visible through the blouse, and hold hold-ups, heeled ankle boots completed the look.
“What shall I do with these?” I asked her, indicating to the clothes I had worn out that morning.
“Just leave them on the floor, you won’t need them again.”

“Where to now Natasha?” Alan asked.
“Smiths Hotel, you know it?” Natasha said.
“Be ten minuets in this traffic,” Alan said.
“Now little slut, you are meeting a client, understand?”
“ Client? What now?” I asked.
“Yes now, he will fuck you. Suck his cock before and after. Understand?”
“Yes, I understand. What’s he like?” I asked.
“It doesn’t matter. He has paid to fuck you, that’s all you need to know. Remember you are there to pleasure the client.”………………

“Dieter, now I didn’t expect to see you here,” I said.
“Just having a massage Abbey. Did you enjoy last night?”
“Very much.”
“Why not have a massage as well?” Dieter said.
“Oh I don’t know……..oh why not!” I said.
I walked to the massage table, swathed in a white fluffy towel. Dieter followed. His massage table was adjacent to mine. A bit too close. I laid down on the towel, my modesty covered only by a small towel the size of a face flannel on my bum. I smiled nervously across at Dieter. This was not such a good idea after all, I was no prude, but he was some sort of boss at my husbands new firm.

She was good, very good, I soon relaxed, as the oils were rubbed into my back, my legs, then back up, she kneaded my bum, the coverage gone. Then back up my legs again, then the inside of my legs, u*********sly I moved my legs apart. I felt her fingers graze my pussy, just an accidental graze, then another. Her fingers were wonderful, I was so relaxed. I looked across at Dieter, his towel also gone, his eyes closed as his masseur worked her magic. A finger grazed my pussy again, my wet pussy I realised. I realised too that it wasn’t accidental, two fingers ran the length of my labia, and across my anus, then again, with more pressure. I almost groaned with pleasure, as a woman I didn’t know, slid a finger inside me, as a man I barely knew lay less than an arms length away from me. A second finger joined the first, and I lifted my hips slightly, allowing her easier access, naughty I knew, but Dieter had his eyes closed, and who would know. Her fingers were quick, but firm, and practised. I knew the feeling, knew too that if I allowed myself to come, then Dieter would know, I had never been quiet on those occasions. Suddenly she stopped, and I felt disappointed.
“Turn over please,” the masseuse said.
“No, I can’t,” I said.
“Why, there is only us girls, and your husband,” she said.
I looked across, Dieter still lay on his front, eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to everything about him.
“Oh alright,” I said, gripping the towel for coverage.
She began again, her fingers soon lulling me. My neck, shoulders, and soon again my legs. She pushed them apart, and worked my thighs, before once again her hand was at my crotch. Anxiously I glanced at Dieter, he was as before, I sighed as she ran a finger the length of my labia, then she found my clitoris, and massaged it, with all the skill she had used on the rest of my body. My throat was dry, as she aroused me again, stopping as I neared orgasm. I clamed down, then felt another pair of hands, this time on my breasts. I looked up to see the second girl, as she manipulated my tits, then squeezed my nipples between her finger and thumb. She smiled, lowered her head, swept her tongue across the nipple, then teased it with her teeth. I was coming, the two girls were so good, I didn’t want it to end. Hot breath on my cunt, a tongue probed, as the first girl went down on me. I was panting, my chest was tight. I never wanted this to stop. But stop it did.
“I think we should take this upstairs, don’t you?” Dieter said.
He sat on his table, smiling, his erection evidence that he had been watching, but for how long. I could only nod.

I padded down the thankfully deserted corridor, wrapped in the fluffy towel, but wearing my heels. He opened the door for me, I walked in, he followed. The room wasn’t empty, four guys stood there, four naked guys. I looked around, looked at Dieter.
“Gentlemen, this is Abbey, you have her for two hours, enjoy her.” Dieter said, whipping my towel away………………….

We walked into the hotel bar, where a man stood waiting.
“Natasha darling,” he said, greeting her, kissing her cheek.
“Oliver, lovely to see you. Well here she is. Louise.”
He looked me up and down.
“Nice, very nice, you’ll not stay?”
“Oliver, I’d love to, but busy darling. Now two hours, and I mean it, two hours, do anything to her you want, obviously, but no anal….I mean it!”

He was nice, and I was almost trembling with fear.
“Two Martini’s,” he ordered.
I drank my down quickly. He watched me, was he laughing at me. I didn’t know.
He worked in the city, in commodities, whatever they were. He tried to explain.
“Shall we?” He asked.
“Shall we what?” I replied rather foolishly. “Oh, yes, sorry.”
He led me upstairs. I stood in the room, not knowing what to do.
“Let me watch you undress Louise,” he said.
So I stripped for him, I unbuttoned my blouse, then unzipped my skirt. I didn’t know why, but I stopped when I got to my underwear, and I kept my boots on. He held me then, his hands exploring my body, a body he had brought for two hours. I suddenly wondered how much he was paying.
His hand between my legs, caressing my cunt through my knickers, if you could call them that.
“Fuck you are wet.” He announced.
Was I? Then the realisation that I was excited, my nipples were erect, and I had a funny feeling in my stomach……………….


They took it in turns, the four of them. They fucked me, and fucked me hard. Four hard cocks, I was already turned on, the two girls had seen to that, bringing me to the point of orgasm, but then denying me. That I wanted to be fucked wasn’t in doubt. I’d expected Dieter, not four strangers. They didn’t ask, and I was too shocked to protest. Now, well now I didn’t want to. I felt guilty, guilty that I was cheating on Steve.
I was coming, the cock in my cunt taking me on my favourite journey.
“Oh fuck yes….yesssssssssss,” I groaned.
My groans cut off, as a second cock was forced into my mouth, where I eagerly worked on it.
“I’m commmmmmmmmming,” I would have screamed.
I was lifted, onto another cock, so hard, he lay under me, my arse in the air. The cock in my mouth hard, covered in my saliva, lipstick marking how deep I had taken it.
“Fuck this great,” I thought. I felt something push on my anus, and knew immediately that it was a third cock, and wondered if I’d sucked it already, knew I had. He pushed, then pushed a little harder, my sphincter parted, and allowed him to penetrate me. Steve often fucked my arse, he had stretched me, split me open, it had hurt, fucking hurt a lot, but now I was accustomed to it, and this cock wasn’t as big as his. It might not have been my first anal, but it was my first double penetration. I felt the two cocks push deep inside me. I was in heaven, this was ecstasy. I came again, came hard. But being airtight no one heard me scream………………..

I got into the back of the car. She was waiting. Alan closed the door, and a few moments later the car drove off, into the afternoon traffic.
“Well?” Natasha asked.
“I did what you told me, made sure he enjoyed himself, enjoyed me,” I said.
“Good girl.” Natasha said. “Did he fuck your arse?”
“No!” I replied, “that’s disgusting!”
“Disgusting or not, you will be fucked in the arse, and believe it or not, you will enjoy it.” Natasha said.
“Do they fuck your arse?” I asked.
“Of course, now, you have another booking,” Natasha said.
“What! When?” I said.
“We are going there now, remember to satisfy the client, that is where your focus must be, understand?” Natasha said.
“I understand that,” I replied. “How much do they pay to fuck me?”
“A lot, Oliver paid a grand, but other times you will cost more, depends what they want to do to you.”
“A grand! That’s a lot of money.” I said.
“And now time to earn a little more, here we are.”………


They had all come, come more than once. Dieter collected me, led me away, away to Charles’s office. He sat behind his desk.
“Well Abbey, we have been busy,” he said.
I stood, like an errant schoolgirl in front of the headmaster, still wearing just the towel.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“I’m glad you asked. What we want is you.” Charles said simply.
“Sorry?” I said.
“Abbey you’re a very attractive woman, just what our company wants, needs even. We want to employ you.” Charles said.
“I thought you wanted to employ my husband?” I said.
“No, not really, bean counters we can hire anytime, no he was the hook to get you here.”
“So if I don’t do what you want?” I asked,
“Well then he’ll get sacked, and never work in finance again, and we’ll send the footage of your little party to all your email contacts…..”
“If I agree, Steve keeps his job?” I asked.
“Absolutely, he’ll be well paid, a decent position, and he’ll be promoted, dependant on your, how shall I put it, productivity.”
“And what exactly do you want me to do Charles?”
“I thought that was obvious, we want you to be available to customers, and associates, you understand?”
“I understand alright, you want me to be your whore!” I said.
“Exactly, you agree of course.”
What choice did I have.
“Yes, yes alright.”
“Good.” Charles said. “Now loose the towel.”………..

“Good day honey,” Steve asked.
“Different,” I replied.
“This firm is brilliant, wow what a set up, they have offices all over. Looks as if I’m going to be away a lot, sorry,” Steve said.
“That’s great Steve, really great.”
“So what did you do all day?” He asked.
“Fucked a couple of girls, and had an orgy with four guys, whose names I don’t know,” I thought.
“Oh nothing much, had a spa day, then saw Charles, he offered me a job.”
“I know, he swore me to secrecy. Isn’t it great, all of us working for the same company.”
“All of us?” I asked.
“Sure, Louise too, she’s been out with Natasha visiting clients.” Steve said. “Ab…….”
I ran from the room, to hers. She was there.
“Lou, are you…….? I began.
I looked at her, my daughter. She was wearing a short leather skirt, so short I could see her knickers. A white blouse, through which I could see her nipples like a pair of cherries veiled behind the pure white.
“Hi Mum,” she said.
“You’ve been seeing clients with Natasha?” I asked.
“Oh course, that’s my job now.” She said.
“And what exactly is your job?”
“To make sure the clients enjoy me, and are satisfied of course.”
“They fucked you? How many?” I asked.
“Of course they did, well there was Oliver then another man, I can’t remember his name, oh and two ladies, they were very…..” Louise said.
I sat on the bed. I could have cried. She put her arm around me.
“Its alright Mum, I like it, and they said you are working for them as well, so we will see a lot of each other. It will be cool.”…………

The sun beat down from a blue sky. The villa was right on the beach, a white sandy beach, the blue sea gently lapping the seashore. It was idyllic.
“Wow Mum, this is well cool,” Louise said.
“Yes darling, it is,” I replied.
I gave her a bottle of mineral water, then walked back to my sun-lounger, my heels clicking on the wooden deck. Heels, it was all I wore, like me, the other three were naked, and topping up our tans.
“Thanks,” Natasha said as I passed her, her bottle. She was beautiful I conceded, though her breasts were a little on the large side.
“You looking at my tits?” She asked. The fucking woman didn’t miss a thing.
“Mmm,” I mumbled.
“Charles’ idea, me and Emily both had them done, fucking E cups, took a while to adjust.” She said.
“What he just decided for you?”
“Yep, look Charles is alright, ok he forced me and Emily into this business, you too, though not little slut over there,” she said.
“I wish you wouldn’t call her that,” I said.
“I know you do, anyway, now you’re with the firm, he’ll look after you, look after you both, you know when we’d wiped my shit husbands debt off he sacked us, got a letter of dismissal, and the keys to a gorgeous apartment.” She said.
“For real?” I said.
“For real, so we marched into his office one night, told him we’d take him to an industrial tribunal if he didn’t re-employ us.” She said.
“You wanted this?” I said.
“Not at first, but it has a lot of benefits, look, you’re earning great money, travel, fabulous clothes, you get to spend quality time with your daughter, oh and the sex, plenty of sex, some of it fucking awesome.”
We laughed.
“Will you two keep it down, I’m trying to sleep,” Emily said.
“Sorry love,” Natasha said.
“But what if they want you to have sex with Emily?” I asked.
“Oh they do, all the time, bit weird at first, but……..Emily, how do you like doing it with me?” Natasha called.
“Just love it you dirty cow, now shut up!”
“Anyway, we sat down discussed it, and well, here we both are.”
“Discussed what?” Emily asked, having given up on sleep, sat down beside me, her tits like her mothers an E-cup.
“Just telling Abbey about the day we got the sack,” Natasha said.
“The sack, from what?” Louise asked, joining us.
“Charles sacked us, didn’t last long, we soon put that right, this job is fabulous, well we think it is, fuck that was the day we told Dad about our work, and that guy from Baku was over,” Emily said.
“Ah, the guy from Baku, he fucked you in the arse until you passed out. So when do you tell Steve? Natasha said.
“Ah, do you think we should?” I asked.
“Up to you, but if it were me, then yes, I mean if he sees you in that film with the four guys.” Natasha said.
“What film?” I said, with that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“I’ve seen it, you were awesome Mum, and so lucky,” Louise said.
“Yeah not bad, and I loved the look on your face when they D/pd you that first time.” Emily said.
“Has everyone seen it?” I asked.
“Its on the internet, about a million hits last I looked,” Louise said, “its on a porn site, Xhamster.”
“Oh fuck!”

We shared a room, the two of us. We dressed, tonight we were working. Charles was hosting a meeting. Our makeup applied, we were ready. I looked at her, my daughter. She wore a little red dress, tight, and short. Very short, very tight. A slight V at the back reached up, so her bum was almost visible. The sides of her dress were broad transparent panels, which ran the full length of the dress, so no knickers, the sides of her breasts visible. Her legs were long, and tanned from our days beside the beach. Her heels added to the image, that of a long legged, tanned young woman. “Little slut,” Natasha called her. Louise, my daughter.
“Oh Mum, that dress is gorgeous,” she said.
“Mmm, it is nice, isn’t it,” I replied.
I looked in the mirror. The dress fitted like it was made for me, it hugged my hips, and came to mid-thigh, it was backless, so I didn’t wear a bra. The diamante’s sparkled in the light. They decorated the dress, sewed onto a fine mesh, my breasts obscured, but not hidden, my knickers a miniscule thong, equally see through, also decorated in diamante. Around my neck, a matching choker, long drop earrings. Like my daughter I was blonde, and long legged, on my feet, six inch strappy diamante heels. On my left ankle, a diamante strap. I was ready. We were ready.

They stopped talking as we joined them, there eyes feasting on us. Natasha was there, as was Emily, in dresses equally as revealing as ours. We took our drinks, and were introduced. A banker from here, an investor from there. Their names soon forgotten, as the last was introduced, although he needed no introduction. Steve, my husband, Louise’s father.
“Jesus Abbey, you look….fucking incredible,” he said. “Louise you too, wow!”
I kissed his cheek. “Thanks.”
“Steve, oh no you don’t, we talk first, get the business out of the way, then we fuck the ladies, you’ll get your turn, the same as the rest of us, now come on!”
“Fuck them?” Steve asked.
“Of course!”
He looked back once, before he was engaged in conversation by two of the others.
“Awkward!” Natasha said.
“You knew, you fucking bitch!” I snapped.
“I didn’t, well not tonight, I knew it would happen at some point, but I promise you, not tonight.”
I looked at her.
“Alright, I believe you, but what shall I do?” I asked.
“You will do what you are paid to do, both of you.”

It had been nearly a month since we had “joined” the firm. Natasha had been right, I did get to spend time with Louise. They’d chosen us, chosen both of us, and they had used us. Both of us. Natasha had said that she and Emily never used the word “Prostitute,” when talking about themselves. I could understand that, though Louise didn’t, she had quickly adjusted to being one, although it was taking me a little time. Most days we’d been fucked by someone in the afternoon, then again in the evening, the evening bookings often lasting all night. We’d moved into an apartment in the same block as Natasha and Emily, and although Louise and I were never booked together, we both knew we would be, we did sleep together, I mean sleep. Tonight that looked as if it might change.

The meeting was over. The party began, slowly at first, no need to rush, they had all night. I danced with a slightly overweight guy, he held me close, and made small talk, I nodded at the right times. His held me close, his hands on my bum. I felt the back of my dress being gathered up, and soon his hands were on my bare cheeks. Over his shoulder I could see Louise, she was between two guys, each trying to out do the other for her affections.
“Mind if I cut in?” Steve asked.
“Well, actually….”
“Good,” Steve said stepping between the guy and me. My dress fell back into place, as my husband propelled me backwards across the floor.
“You want to explain?” He asked.
“Not really,” I replied.
“Let me put it another way…….” He began.
“No, I don’t know if I can,” I said. Over his shoulder, I saw Louise, still with her two admirers, but now with her dress down to her waist, her breasts being caressed by two different men.
“We both work for Charles, for the firm,” I began. “You see….”
“You see Steve,” Charles said, “Louise and Abbey work for us, we chose them. We wanted them. Now if you want to keep your job, with the excellent prospects, and salary, then we keep your wife and daughter.
“And if I don’t?” Steve asked.
“Then you get a P45, and think yourself lucky. We still keep the girls.”
“You keep…….?”
“Now, go with Abbey, talk things through,” Charles said. “Half an hour, time to talk, and …..well its up to you, or perhaps I‘ll send Natasha in, say in fifteen minutes?”
“Natasha?” Steve asked.
“Or Louise if you’d prefer?” Charles said.
“Louise?”

“Well, you want to talk, or fuck?” I asked.
“Is that what you do now, I mean for the fucking firm?” Steve asked.
“I didn’t want to, but….well lets say they made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.” I told him. “Now we don’t have long, fuck?”
“What couldn’t you refuse?” Steve said.
“Work for them, or you’d get the sack, be blacklisted, never work in finance again, oh and they’d send a certain film of me to everyone we know, including your parents!” I said.
“How about loosing the dress?” Steve said.
I smiled, he’d been looking at my tits since the door closed.
I stood in front of him in just my panties, panties, the smallest thong I’d ever worn, and it didn’t hide a thing.
“Your cocks hard Steve,” I said.
“Mmm, you know I haven’t fucked a prozzy since……, since I can’t remember.”
“Want to fuck one now?” I said.
“A freebie?” He asked.
“Oh no, this ones going to cost!” I said.

He was deep inside me, his big cock hard, ramming it into me. I wrapped my legs around him, squeezing him tightly.
“And Louise,” he grunted.
“She likes it, they didn’t have to twist her arm,” I gasped.
“Really?” Steve said.
“Really…… she’s fine……aaaaaaaaah, yesssssssssss, oh fuckkkkkkkkkkk.”
“Though I heard you,” Louise said.
I looked to my right, she stood, watching, watching as her father fucked me, as I came again. “oh fuck……….harder Steve, oh fuck yesssssssssss.”
She waited, then said “I have heard you fuck for as long as I can remember, this is well cool.”
“Lou?” Steve said, suddenly realising we had company, and not just anyone.
“Steve, I want to be on top,” I said.
He pulled out of me, and as he did I heard her gasp.
“Fuck Dad, no wonder Mum makes so much noise.” Louise said
She sat on the arm of the sofa, eyes wide as she saw Steve’s cock, his wet cock, straight from my ever hungry cunt.
“Can I?” She asked. She didn’t wait for an answer. She reached out, gripping his cock, wrapping her fingers around its thickness.
“I thought this would give me nightmares, but wow……”
“Big isn’t it,” I said.
“Can I? You know, can I?” She asked.
“Well Steve can she? Two prozzy’s for the price of one? I said.
“You don’t mind?” He said, his eyes wide with excitement.
“Go on little slut,” I said.
Her mouth closed over the wet purple head, her hand gripping the shaft hard, her red nails digging in, pleasure and pain. She was a quick learner, quick! She’d been fucking for a month, at least twice a day.
She lifted her head, “you taste nice,” she said, before returning to her task.
I watched, and was jealous. I wanted it, it was mine. Then I remembered, remembered what Natasha had drummed into to us, into both of us.
“You must learn to share, remember you exist to pleasure your client, or clients, however many there are, you understand?”
Was Steve the client?
Louise must have read my mind, or in any case had the same thought.
“Mum, is Dad the client?” She asked.
I thought, just for a moment.
“Yes darling, I rather think he is.”
“Then we must share him, ensure his pleasure, let him enjoy both of us, do what he wants with us, we exist to pleasure our clients, whoever they are,” she said. Then she dropped her head again, mouth open and took it all.
I kissed Steve, my tongue in his mouth. He pulled away.
“I must be fucking dreaming,” he said.
“Maybe, but this could turn into a nightmare, are you ready for that?” I asked.
He closed his eyes at the sensations Louise was causing, as she sucked his big cock.
“You’ve fucked Mum, are you fucking me?” Louise asked.
He didn’t know, the dilemma etched on his face.
“Its up to you Steve, you’re the client, we’re just two prostitutes, you’re the client, its up to you?” I said.

“Is that right Louise, I’m just in a room with two prostitutes?” Dad asked me.
“Two very expensive ones, two very hot ones,” I said, still gripping his hard cock. I ran my tongue along its length, then looked up again. Mum’s hand joined mine, then squeezed his balls.
“We don’t have all night honey, we have other clients to attend to, so do you want to fuck me again, or do you want to fuck Louise? Mum asked.
“Or perhaps you want to watch as we fuck each other?” I asked.
“Oh little slut, naughty,” Mum said, “but nice!”
“You, you’d do……” Dad began.
“We do anything the client wishes, what do wish us to do?” I asked.
He was like a rabbit caught in a cars headlights.
“Do you want to fuck Mum, or would you like to put this big hard cock in my tight little cunt?” I asked.
That did it, he twisted, then pushed me backwards, he was between my legs. I spread them wide, and was rewarded, as his cock pushed against my lips, then my labia parted like a flower, and he was inside me, pushing his cock into me.
“Oh fuck yes, fuck me, fuck me hard, make me come, like you make Mum come, make me scream with pleasure,” I said.
He was in me now, stretching me, filling me. Fucking me.
“Abbey, astride her face!” He commanded.
I wondered if she would, but needn’t have wondered. I looked up at her cunt, so wet, so recently fucked, fucked by the cock that was now inside me, so open, so inviting.
“Shall I Steve, shall I let her put her tongue in me?” Mum asked.
“Its what a couple of sluts would do,” Dad said.
“And we’re just a couple of sluts aren’t we, sluts to be used.” Mum said.
“Oh fuck yes!” Dad replied.
She slowly lowered herself, onto my up turned face. I knew what she tasted like, I’d I tasted her on his cock, but now I tasted her juices as they flowed out of her hot cunt. My tongue was greedy, and busy, working its way from her clit to her anus, she moved her hips to allow me full access, as he fucked me.
“Oh fuck….Jesus fucking Christ….aaaaaaaaah…ohhhhh…yes, yes…….yesssssssssss,” I screamed.
I calmed, “No wonder you were so noisy let me taste you again.”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Dad said.
“Don’t come inside her,” Mum said. “Come in her mouth, so she can taste you, and we can share the taste.”
He pulled out of me, quickly she grabbed his cock, took it in her mouth, cleaning my juices.
“Mmm nice Louise, now take it, make him come in your mouth.”
I dug my nails in the shaft, drawing a little blood. He came then, his wet, slippery cock throbbed, then he ejaculated into my open mouth. His come hitting the back of my throat, I took it all, some trickled down the back of my throat, but most I held in my mouth. Then she was in front of me, waiting to share. We had been instructed to share, knew we had to share our bodies, with clients, with each other.
“Oh very nice ladies,” Natasha said.
None of us had heard her come into the room, but there she was, watching, still immaculately dressed.
“Now ladies, others are waiting, Steve, Alan will take you to the airport, you have just been promoted, you have an office and staff to manage, I hear Wyoming is nice this time of year, if a little cold.” Natasha said.
“Wyoming?” Steve said, his cock still impressive, but no longer erect.
“Lots of tax laws to be exploited, and several ladies who will be only too pleased to be fucked by that very impressive cock. Now, you will not fuck either Abbey or Louise again, sorry but that’s how it is, unless it is in the firms interest and we allow it, they belong to us. Now ladies, time to return to the party.”

I wasn’t surprised, although Steve was.
“Ah,” Natasha said, “you wanted to fuck them some more, or perhaps you wanted to fuck me as well. No Steve, do well, and either is possible. We reward our staff well, so next time you’ll have to chose, Abbey, Louise, or of course me. Now ladies, off you go.”
I bent down, to pick up my knickers, my dress.
“No slut, as you are,” Natasha said.
“Poor Steve, your going to miss a little show you wife and daughter are about to put on, don’t worry, we’ll send you a link to the footage!”
“Footage?” I asked.
“Of course, you’ll be filmed, fucking each other, it will be on the internet tomorrow.”
“Oh,” I said, as we walked out into the lights.