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He was sweating beneath her. His cock, hard, thrust up, and into her. Pumping, thrusting. All the way in, then all the way out, almost. He was careful not to slip out of her wet cunt. He was coming. He gripped her hips, trying to go even deeper inside her, pulling her down, pushing up. She felt his hard cock throb. As she felt it, so she forced the knife deep into him, it was harder than she‘d expected, and took all her strength. She held him with her thighs, with her arms. His back arched, a mixture of ecstasy, pain and panic. She felt him ejaculate inside her, pulsating, and as she felt his cum, hot and deep inside her, so she looked into his eyes, as they glazed over, as life left him. She pushed the knife harder. His cock, no longer hard, softened. She gripped it with her cunt muscles, gripping him, even after he was dead. Only when she was sure, only when she was absolutely sure, did she release her grip. She got off the bed. His cum dribbled down the inside of her thighs…….. She dressed. She didn’t hurry. She fastened her bra, adjusted her breasts. Found her knickers, pulled them on. Her dress, her stockings. She buckled her heels. She checked the flat, ensuring she had everything. Satisfied, she let herself out, closing the door behind her. She walked to the lift. She didn’t look back……………..


The club was buzzing, it had been a while since I had been on a night out with my friend Sophie. She was at the bar, getting the drinks in. I looked around, checking out the talent, checking out the competition. She returned, handed me mine, sipping hers.
“Fucking hell Soff! This is a bit strong,” I exclaimed.
“Doubles, we don’t want to keep going up, do we!”
She was right of course, she always was.
“Well, got your eye on anyone?” She asked.
“One or two, that guy over there isn’t bad,” I said.
She looked.
“The one in the red polo short?” She asked.
I nodded.
“No, he’s a wanker,” she replied.
“A wanker! And you’d know?” I asked.
“I slept with him one night, I mean slept. Little Mr limp dick,” she replied. “Now how about him, the one in the light blue shirt?
I followed her gaze. She was right about one thing, he was gorge, he looked towards me, catching me eyeing him up. He smiled.

The taxi dropped had dropped us outside Sophie’s flat. She poured the drinks, giggling as she spilt some on the floor. We were both half cut. The guys smiled knowingly to each other, and maybe to her. The guy in the light blue shirt wrapped an arm around my waist, and pulled me against him, his name was Charlie, toned, gorgeous, his teeth white, he smiled, just before his lips met mine. My legs were melting, my stomach had butterflies. I wanted him, wanted him inside me. We hadn’t discussed who got the single bedroom, and who would have to make do with the sofa, his tongue was in my mouth, I responded. His hands travelled down my body, then cupped the cheeks of my arse, he pulled me tightly against him. I felt his erection through our clothes. He was hard, hard, and big, or so I thought. I broke our kiss, anxious to lose my drink, lose it so I could have both hands free. I set the glass on the work surface, and as I did, so he slid his hand up my short skirt. He caressed my bum, squeezed the cheeks, through my knickers. My head was spinning, everything was happening so fast. I was on the settee, he was pulling my top over my head. I didn’t wear a bra, his lips closed over my nipple, sucking, biting. My nipples had always been sensitive, tonight was no exception, instantly erect, I moaned with pleasure. As his sucked on them, and he was good, so very good, his hand was busy between my legs, caressing my pussy through my now wet panties. I opened my legs wider. Fuck I wanted him, wanted him now. I pushed his head south, down to between my legs. He went willingly. I felt his hot breath through the satin material. I lifted my bum, as his pulled them down. He hooked them over one of my ankles, leaving them around the other, then his tongue took me on the journey I craved, my head went back, I bit my bottom lip, and came.
“Hold yourself open, so I can work my tongue deeper,” he said.
I reached down, using just one hand spread my labia wide. I was reward by his magical tongue sliding inside me. I came again.
“Fuck me,” I said, “fuck me now.”
His cock was hard, hard and big. Long and with a large girth. He stretched me with it as he penetrated me. I was wet, so wet, as he pushed his length into me. Then he pounded me, pounded my cunt as I hadn’t been for…….never been before. I came suddenly, unexpectedly, then came again. I was gasping for air, as a hand pulled my face to one side. Lips met mine, soft lips. I opened my eyes, it was Sophie, she kissed me, her soft tongue in my mouth. I tried to pull away, but he held me. Held my head, held me hard against the sofa as he continued to fuck me. I was coming again. I moaned again as a wave of utter pleasure overwhelmed me. My entire body trembled, I spread my legs wider.

Sophie held my face, as she continued to kiss me, her other hand caressing my breasts, teasing my nipples, nipples that ached with exquisite pleasure and a little pain. He pulled his cock out of me, and as he did, so her hand slide between my legs, her fingers busy. She excited my already erect clit. I was on the edge of orgasm again. I felt him between my legs again, then he pushed his cock inside me again, only it felt different, if anything bigger. He fucked me again, and as he did, so Sophie let go of my face. She smiled at me. Then I saw him, Saw Charlie, he was behind Sophie, fucking her from behind. My head span around, as Charlie’s friend Jamie fucked me. I was about to protest, I didn’t want him, I didn’t consent to him fucking me. He held me, pinned me down, as I came, my body betraying me, as he forced himself on me, as they helped. I was lying full length on the sofa, Jamie still fucking me, I’d tried, really tried to push him away, but it was no good. Charlie fucked Sophie, who watched me under Jamie. She laughed, the fucking bitch just laughed, as Charlie fucked her hard. My body was covered in a sheen of perspiration. I had lost count of the number of times I had orgasmed, and was doing so again. He pulled out of her, his cock wet, hard, obscene. Wet from her. Wet from Sophie’s cunt. She held it, held it in front of my face. In front of my mouth. I pressed my lips together, and was rewarded with a slap across the face from Jamie. It hurt, my face stung. I opened my mouth, and she guided his cock into my mouth. I gagged, gagged with the size. Gagged with the knowledge of where it had just come from.
“Lick my come off his cock Clo lick it clean!” Soff commanded.
I had no choice, no choice but to do what she told me.
“See, I told you she’d love it,” Sophie said.
I sucked his cock, then Jamie pulled out of me, and I felt some relief. Sophie quickly took his cock into her mouth, licking its length, her tongue twirling around its bulbous purple head, wet from my cunt.
“Watch how she does it Chloe, you’ll do it like that next time, understand?”
I didn’t understand, didn’t understand why, why was this happening to me. Why?
She moved then, legs either side of my face. I looked up, looked up at her smooth, and open cunt. Her inner labia was open, open and wet. She lowered herself, slowly onto my upturned face. I spelt her aroma, was engulfed in it. Then she was on me, her cunt on my face, on my mouth. She lifted slightly.
“Put your tongue in me, make me come Clo, do it. Do it now!”
I had no choice, I resigned myself to it. Did it, did as she commanded me. I kissed her cunt, her open pussy. I touched her with the tip of my tongue. I imagined it would be awful. I didn’t like it, but it wasn’t awful. As my tongue became use to its work, so she bent forward, and did the same to me. I felt her tongue on my clit, I traced her clit with my tongue, as she licked the length of my slit, so I did the same to her, and so it went on, until the inevitable happened. She came. She came loudly, her juices poured out of her. Out of her, and onto my face, into my mouth. And as she came, so did I. A cock penetrated her, even as I worked my tongue on her. I watched fascinated as it pushed aside her labia, into her, then pumped in and out of her.
“Who told you, you could stop!” She said.
I continued, licking her clit, as she was fucked. Then tenderly I licked the cock that was fucking her, it tasted of her, her juices clung to it, until I caught them with my outstretched tongue. My legs were parted, and I was penetrated again, by whom, I didn’t know, didn’t know, and was beyond caring.

It was over, they had come, we had come, so many times. I felt cum running down my face, two loads, Charlie’s and Jamie’s. I sat on the edge of the sofa, exhausted, but with a warm just fucked feeling. Then I saw him. Saw the other guy in the room, the one I didn’t know was there. Little Mr Limp Dick. It wasn’t limp then, as an evident bulge in his trousers testified.
“Time for Brian to get his reward,” Charlie said.
“Reward?” I replied, confused.
He walked towards me, and as he did, he handed the movie camera to Jamie.
He wasn’t limp, and he wasn’t small, well not that small, just average, which in this room was small. I sucked him, I fucked him, or rather he fucked me, while Soff sat on the edge of the sofa and fingered herself, while Jamie filmed. Filmed as I debased myself. Soff took his cock out of me, out of my used cunt, just as he came. She took it all into her mouth, then holding it there, she dribbled it into my mouth, sharing it with me, before French kissing me…………..

“What have we got Paul?”
“Dead naked guy, on the bed, knife under the ribs, probably one of those special forces jobs, won’t know until its out of him, but I’m pretty sure. Been dead about a week from the look of things, fucking stinks in there, Guv.”
“Who found him?”
“Cleaning lady, she’s been on holiday, her first day back.”
“I’ll talk to her. Who is he?”
“One Charles Standish, nasty piece of shit, Champagne Charlie he likes to be called.”
“What’s he into?”…………………………..
“I’m sorry Clo, really I am,” Sophie said tearfully.
“Then why Soff, for fuck sake, why? I thought we were friends?”
“Oh we are, we………are,” she sobbed.
Then the whole story came out, or rather some of it.
“Why you? They saw us together last week, when we shopping, remember.”
I remembered clothes shopping, then coffee.
“That’s when they picked you. They said if I didn’t get you, then they’d send the film they have of me to my parents, God it would kill them.”
“What film Soff?” I asked.
“Like tonight I expect. It started when I did a little strip for Brian, Mr Little Limp Dick, he’s not, but anyway, I did this strip…………

“That’s it Sophie, hold them together,” Brian said.
I squeezed my tits tightly together, but so my nipples could still be seen.
“Wow, that’s great,” he enthused.
“Now lets see them all!”
I let them go, spreading my arms out. My nipples were hard now, which seemed to make Brian very happy.
“Now let lose the knickers,” he said.
“Oh I’m not sure Brian,” I told him.
“Come on Sophie, its not like I haven’t seen you naked before,” he argued.
He was right, he had seen me naked, more than a few times. We’d been going out for a couple of weeks. He was good fun, and the sex, well it wasn’t great, but it was ok, and better than no sex.
“Well alright,” I said.
I peeled my panties down, slowly as he had asked, I went to step out of them by they caught, and I almost tripped. The camera never left his face.
“Sit on the armchair,” he said.
I sat.
“Now spread your legs, mmm, that’s it…….a little wider.”
I sat, opened my legs, then as wide of the arms would allow. This had gone further than I had agreed, but, well I was having fun, and so was he.
“How about putting one leg over the arm?” He asked.
I wasn’t at all sure, but did it.
“And hold yourself open?” He asked.
I paused, then did it, he knew then, as I knew I crossed the Rubicon.
I pushed two fingers inside myself, the rubbed my clit, as I masturbated for the camera, as Brian filmed me, I came…………………..

“Then he showed the film to Charlie,” Sophie said.
“And what?” I asked.
“He said if I didn’t do some for him he’d email all my friends with the film. So I did a couple, now he wants you to do some more.”
“Well he can fuck off,” I said. “There is no way!” I said.
“And Hannah?” Sophie asked.
Hannah was my daughter.
“He wouldn’t?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“He would, do you really want Hannah to watch what we did tonight?”
She knew the answer before she asked.
“Come on, we’ve been in here long enough.” Sophie said, then leading me out into her living room, where the three guys were waiting, and while they waited, they watched the film, the film of what we had just done. I saw myself on the screen, licking Sophie’s cunt, as we were both fucked. It looked as if I was enjoying myself, instead of being forced. ****d. Then of course I was enjoying myself, I was on a cum high. And I was very high.

“You’re good Chloe, be at the party tomorrow night, Sophie knows where,” Charlie said.
“What, no!” I replied.
“Look love, you do what I tell you, unless you want that girl of yours to get a copy of this in her email, I’ve got the address, its……..”
“Alright, alright, I’ll do what you want, just don’t let her see it, please!”
“That’s better, now my cock’s hard again………………..”


“Get anything out of her Guv?”
“Nothing that’s any fucking use Paul, she seems to think he was some kind of saint, though with a liking for the ladies. According to her the sun shone out of his fucking arse.”
“So no further forward?”
“A couple of leads, if you can call them that, in the last couple of months he had a couple of tarts that were regular visitors, Chloe Thomas, and Sophie Barker, check them out will you, but don’t bring them in just yet, lets see what we have will you Paul?”
“No problem Guv, forensics will be another day, the body was removed an hour ago, the PM is tonight, you want me to go?”
“No, get your DS to do some work for a change.”……………………..

The party was in an apartment that overlooked the river, a penthouse. Its was fabulous. Charlie had his arm around my waist, as he chatted away to various people. The bubbly flowed. I began to relax, this wasn’t as bad, as I assumed it would be. I still wasn’t happy either with Sophie, or my situation, but had decided that it was something I would have to deal with.
“Steve, good to see you,” Charlie said, greeting another of his friends warmly, shaking his hand.
Steve was probably in his late forties, the girl with him young enough to be his daughter. They chatted, and my mind wandered………..

“Wow Mum, you look……well fantastic!” Hannah enthused.
She’d walked into my bedroom just as I was dressing for this dammed party I was being forced to go to. I’d been shopping with Sophie that morning, shopping with Charlie’s credit card. I’d had my nails done, my eyebrows re-shaped, and a little waxing. I’d always kept my bikini line minimal, just so it was hidden inside my workout, and swimsuit. Now it was all but gone, just a landing strip remained, and a small one at that.
“New undies?” She asked.
“New, they’re a bit……..” I began.
“No, no, they’re fabulous, bet they didn’t come from Marks.”
She was right of course, they hadn’t. A little boutique. Expensive, exclusive. Green silk, hardly there. The bra, just a half cup, that just contained my 36 D cup breasts, the knickers just as sheer. I realised, suddenly that she could see my pussy through the material, see that my pussy was now smooth, and all but hairless.
“And stockings! Wow, you really are on the pull tonight!”
I quickly finished clipping my last stocking to the suspender belt, and reached for my dress. She stood watching, I wished she would leave.
The dress was dark green, tight, and short, only just covering my stocking tops………..

Charlie was stroking my bum, having lifted my dress at the back, as he continued to chat to his friend.
“Not seen this one before Charlie,” Steve said.
“You will, your be seeing a lot of her, right horny slut, aren’t you!” Charlie said.
I smiled, I mean, what do you say to something like that.
“Well she’s a looker, I’ll give you that,” Steve said.
“She is that. Look I owe you for that merchandise you assisted me with. Why don’t you have her for the night, she likes girls as well, have a threesome.”
I was stunned, they were talking about me as if I wasn’t there. Talking about me like I was some sort of whore.
“Thanks mate, that’s really good of you. Why don’t you two get to know each other, while we sort a bit of business out,” Steve said.
If I didn’t know what he meant, she did. She took a couple of steps toward me, cupped my right breast, then kissed me full on the lips. She pulled me closer, then her tongue was in my mouth, as her hand reached under my dress. I knew what was required of me, and knew I must do it, even if I didn’t want to. If I didn’t Hannah would find out what I’d done yesterday. She’d be disgusted with me. I should be disgusted, the trouble was, I was enjoying her kiss, her wandering hands. I responded. I felt her grip my wrist, and guide my hand beneath her mini skirt, to her crotch. She pressed my hand hard against her cunt, she wasn’t wearing knickers. Her legs parted, my fingers felt her wetness………..

“This interview is being tape recorded, I am Detective Inspector Parfett, please identify yourself for the purposes of the tape.”
“Chloe Thomas,” I said.
“Thank you for attending the Police Station, as you know, you are not under arrest, and are free to leave at anytime, as your solicitor here will confirm.”
“Yes he has explained everything to me,” I replied.
“I am investigating the murder of Charles Standish, I understand you knew the deceased?”
“Yes, yes I do…sorry, did,” I said.
“How did you know him?”
“Well I …….well socially,” I said weakly.
“Socially?”
“Yes I met him at a party, we went out a couple of times.” I said.
“When did you last see him?”
“I’m not really sure, probably about three weeks ago,” I replied.
“And where was this?”
“At the Grosvenor Club.” I said.
“Who else was there?”
“My friend Sophie, and some friends of his, sorry I can’t remember their names,” I said.
“Why were you there?”
“Err, well, I’d rather not say,” I said.
“Look luv, this is a murder enquiry, withholding evidence is a serious offence. Now what were you doing there?”
“I’m sorry Inspector, but my client would like certain assurances….”
“Look we are investigating a murder. Miss Thomas, were you are the club, because you are a prostitute, and Mr Standish was your pimp?”
“Yes,” I said quietly.
“Sorry I didn’t catch that.”
“Yes, yes. I was there as an escort, and yes I worked for Charlie,” I replied.
“Did you have sex with Standish?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Regularly?”
“Yes,” I said.
“At his flat?”
“Sometimes, but not always.,” I replied.
“How long have you worked for him?”
“Not long. About four or five months,” I said



My new dress was on the floor, as was my bra, and knickers. Steve sat on an armchair, slowly stroking his cock, as I had my face buried in his girlfriends cunt, her hand behind my head, pulling my face against her, my tongue worming inside her. She tasted sweet, as I probed her with my tongue. Her pussy was different from Sophie’s, smelt different, looked different. Her outer labia completely obscured her inner, which remained hidden, there, but not protruding, unlike Sophie. She was wet, so very wet, her juices flowing freely, flowing into my open, and greedy mouth. She was my second woman, before Sophie I’d not been with a girl, never thought about it. Now I knew there’d be another, and probably another. I’d never thought of myself of gay, nor even bi. No even bi -curious. Yesterday had changed that, I realised with a jolt. With that jolt came the feeling a cock penetrating me from behind, as Steve, hard again, took me in a single thrust.
“You like that, don’t you, you fucking slut!” He said.
I didn’t reply, but kept probing the girl’s wet cunt with my tongue.
“I’m talking to you slut!” He said, at the same time slapping my bottom hard with his hand.
“Yes!” I gasped, “I like that, fuck me harder.”
He fucked me harder, bumping my face hard against her pussy with each thrust. My fourth cock in two days, and after living like a nun, for months my pussy was loving it, my body orgasming, making up for lost time.
“Your turn, come on swap over,” he said. I didn’t want to swap over, I was enjoying being fucked, enjoying her…………..


“Get anywhere Paul?”
“Nothing we didn’t now already Guv. She confirms she’s a Tom, working for Standish. She has a string of clients, which she refuses to name. He uses her on a regular basis, sometimes at his flat.”
“Well we know that from the cleaner. When was she last there?”
“She says about three weeks ago, so Guv her DNA will be all over the place.”
“So we’re no further forward, expect we know she one of his prozzy’s.”
“Her and Sophie Barker. Get a warrant Paul, search the Grosvenor club, I want the CCTV for the last three months, turn the place over. I want CCTV from outside the club, and for half a mile around, three months, or whatever they have, those fucking hard drive jobs rotate every month, so get on it. Oh and Paul, that DS of yours, what’s her name?”
“Monika Guv.”
“I don’t want her on the search, I’ve got plans for her, keep her out of sight, clear?”
“Crystal Guv. Beer?”……………..

I held the dress up against myself, and looked in the full length mirror. It was black, sequined, shinny. I threw it onto the bed, and stripped down to my underwear. I slipped the dress over my head, and smoothed it into place. It had a plunging neckline, mirrored by and even further plunging back. To say it was short was an understatement. I pulled it down, tugging it. It didn’t help, it was still way shorter than anything I’d worn.
“It looks fabulous, you know that. You look fabulous, or rather you will when you’ve got your slap on!” Sophie giggled from the bed. My bed. She just wore a pair of panties.
“You think?” I asked.
“I know, though from this angle I can see your knickers!” She giggled again.
I unhooked my bra, clearly I couldn’t wear one underneath. I re-adjusted the dress. It was clearly expensive, felt like it was. It was beautifully cut, and Sophie was right, it did look fabulous.
“Mum,” Hannah called, walking into the bedroom, and stopping in her tracks. “Mum…wow, bloody hell……….”
“I take it from that you like?” I asked.
“Like, shit its gorgeous. Can I borrow it, please!” Hannah gushed.
“No you cannot madam, anyway, I haven’t worn it myself yet.” I said.
“You going out in that?” She asked.
“That’s the general idea, we’re going to a party, she looks good.” Sophie said, still laying on her stomach on the bed.
“Can I come?” Hannah asked.
“Not this time sweetie,” Sophie said, “maybe another time.”
Another time. No, not ever, I thought.
“Sophie’s right, another time.”
“Alright, but promise, it looks like it will be some party, next time, promise?” Hannah pleaded.
“No promises, but one day,” I said weakly.
“So what shoes are you going to wear?”
“I thought the black court shoes.”
“Come on Mum, court shoes, really! No, the stilettos, the ones with the ankle straps,” Hannah said, opening my wardrobe, bending down to the shoe rack. She found them.
“Mum, you have some cool dresses in here, where did they all come from, bloody hell you’re going to need more space!”
She handed me the shoes, and I slipped them on. Hannah was right, these were always going to be the shoes I wore, killer heels, seven inches high.

We walked into the room, either side of Charlie, each of us had an arm through his. Trophies. The dress shimmered as I moved. Hannah had been right, it was a gorgeous dress. My breasts moved under the dress, and I prayed they’d stay there. Under it I wore a miniscule pair of knickers, so small they might as well have not been there. Charlie had brought me a pair of white gold drop earring, long, which almost reached my shoulders, a matching necklace wrapped itself three times around my neck. My makeup was heavy, dark, with false eyelashes. I smiled remembering the look on Hannah’s face when she saw me as we left the house, her eyes fixed on me, as I got into the waiting car, trying not to flash my panties, the miniscule sheer ones. Sophie on the other side of Charlie wore an equally revealing dress, true it covered more of her, but then it was semi opaque, her dark nipples visible, as was her thong.
“Charlie,” a plumy voice greeted him, “good to see you, glad you able to come, and with two beauties, where do you find them?”
He kissed our hands, in turn, at the same time checking us out.
“Now Charlie, mother having one of her little parties, next month, you want to be put on the guest list?”
“Of course Ambrose!”
“Then dear, you won’t mind me stealing these beauties away from you, will you!”
“Be my guest, if you like them, put them on the list, oh and a plus one. I have an idea, and I think you will enjoy it. A surprise for mothers party!” Charlie added.
Ambrose was sweet. I wasn’t sure if he was gay, or not. He introduced us to a bewildering array of people. He seemed to know every one, and everyone knew him.
He wined us, ensured we ate what liked, tried things we wouldn’t. He danced with each of us, his hands traced my backbone, from the base of my neck, to the base of my spine, causing the hairs on my neck to stand on end. I shivered, at his light touch. He kissed me lightly, again on the neck, as we moved across the dance floor. His manners were impeccable, if only all of the people Charlie knew were this nice, this polite. He was a gentleman. Or so I thought. I watched as he took his turn on the dance floor with Sophie, his hands on her hips, but no lower. She laughed at something he said, then looked towards me, smiled, and looked away.

I felt a hand on my bum, it squeezed. I looked around. Charlie.
“Whatever he wants, he gets, understand!” Charlie said.
I understood. I’d been working for Charlie for over two months. I knew the score. True he had in effect blackmailed me into it, but it hadn’t been unpleasant. He had looked after me. I had money, plenty of it, he showered me with gifts, clothes, jewellery.
“Yes Charlie, anything.” I replied.
“Good. He’s a funny bastard, but he has contacts. Be good to him, and he’ll repay ten fold. So whatever he wants, he gets.”

“Darlings,” Ambrose said, in his upper class voice, soft, and slight effeminate. “Let me watch you both dance, while I take one of my little blue pills.”
I smiled at him. Whatever he wanted.
“Anything you want Ambrose. Anything.”
We danced. We were at his London house. Georgian, in north Islington, near the canal.
The music was soft, and we held each other close. It seemed funny, we had been friends for several years, but only recently had we become lovers. She had been there when Charlie and Jamie had fucked me, as Brian filmed it. I kissed her, her red lips, so sensual. Ambrose watched from across the room. She slipped the dress from my shoulders, and it fell to the floor, I stepped out of it, careful not to tangle my heels in it, as she locked her lips around my already erect nipple.
I heard someone cough. I looked around. A butler. A fucking butler, dressed in evening dress, stood beside him, holding a three glasses of bubbly. He didn’t bat an eyelid, as I took my glass, wearing just my heels and sheer knickers, wet from my excitement.
“Thank you Walmsley, another bottle I think. No make it two.”
“Now, ladies, I wonder if you would be so kind?” Ambrose asked.
We knelt before him, his cock, semi hard, the effects of the Viagra beginning to take effect. We took it in turns, licking, sucking. Tonguing each other, we worked our collective magic, and as we worked, so Walmsley brought the additional bottles, before leaving us.

His cock was rigid, hard, not huge, but a good six inches, maybe a little more, covered in our saliva, and ringed with red lipstick. He penetrated Sophie first, she was on all fours, he took her from behind, she gasped as he thrust straight into her, as I guided him, holding her labia open, my finger brushed across her anus. I cupped his balls, then kissed her bottom, then wickedly ran my tongue around her arsehole, then on it. She moaned, though whether it was from my attentions, of his fucking I had no way of knowing. He pulled out of her, and I grabbed his wet cock, sucking her juices from it, before replacing it in her. He was sweating now, fucking her hard, and relentlessly. I was wet with anticipation, knowing my turn would come soon.

I lowered myself onto his erect cock, as he lay under me, then slowly fucked him. He lay back, arms behind his head, as I did all the work. I leant forward slightly, so my clit rubbed against his pelvic bone as I bottomed out. I soon felt that familiar feeling, the butterflies deep in the bottom of my stomach, which would travel through my body in a wave of almost indescribable pleasure, but not yet. Not yet. Sophie kissed me, as she played with my nipples, before reaching down to find my clit. Her fingers tipped me over the edge, and I came in a rush, loudly and satisfyingly. “Oh fuck, oh yes, mmmmmmmmm.”

I was on my knees now, as he fucked me doggie fashion, my face between Sophie’s legs, my tongue busy. I felt a finger, his of course, on my anus, then a little pressure as he pushed it inside me. I was wet, and it slipped in easily, then a second. I adjusted to the feeling, remembering what Charlie had said. “Anything!” Well if he wanted to stick hi finger up my bum, he could, he wouldn’t be the first. It was a little uncomfortable, but not too bad. He finger fucked me, as his cock pound me, and with each forward thrust, so his cocks bulbous head found my G-spot, and I groaned with pleasure. I was almost there, almost at my third orgasm of the evening, when he pulled out of me, his cock, and fingers gone, though he stayed behind me, between my legs. Then I felt it. His cock against my puckered hole, as he pushed against it. Against my virgin hole. He slid in, stretching me, his cock just inside me.
“I
Oh fuck!” I yelled, as I dug my nails into the sheets, “Oh my fucking God, Jesus fucking wept!”
I felt his cock being pushed deeper into my back passage. I rode the pain, as Sophie, now on her knees, and beside me, reached under, and worked my clit, rubbing it hard. The pain though still there, was slowly replaced by pleasure. Pain and pleasure together. I felt his balls bang against my cunt, and knew he was fully inside me, and pulling back, which felt strange. I gripped the bed again, as the feeling was not unlike shitting, but not, “Oh God, oh God,” I gasped.
He pulled back, I don’t know how far, then he was pushing back in. That felt better. He was fucking my arse now, slowly, but getting faster. Faster, and harder. I pushed back.
“Oh fuck yes, fuck my arse, fuck it, fuck it harder, make me come!” I almost screamed.
I came, then came again, I even pissed a little on the sheets, and felt ashamed at my lack of control, but he was delighted.
“A squirter as well, I want you again,” he enthused.
He did have me again, several times that night, and Sophie, taking great delight as she, and then me, sucked his cock straight from each others arses. Walmsley entered the room on several occasions, each time bring more bubbly, or nibbles. Ambrose didn’t slow as he fucked Sophie, even as the empties were taken away, new ones placed in the ice bucket.
“Darlings, I’ve so enjoyed myself. You will come to Mummy’s party, yes I know you will. I’m so looking forward to it, we’ll have such fun,” he said as we left…………….

“What have we got on the phone trace Paul?””
“Nothing that’s going to help Guv, the two tarts were in a hotel in Mayfair, according to the phone trace, and according to the hotel. But their CCTV wasn’t working. Now we don’t know which room, and they won’t, or can’t say who they were with. The hotel is no fucking help either. We’re checking nearby CCTV. Course it would help if we had a decent time of death, the window for that is just too wide.”
“What about our other lines of enquiry?”
“That’s the trouble, we have too many suspects, well people that had reason to want him dead. Why would those two want to kill him, after all he is their source of income, and looking at their bank accounts, a very profitable income too. Now this you ain’t going to believe, they both pay income tax on their earnings, well what they declare. We can’t even get them for tax evasion. Now there’s this guy call Ambrose de Richemont, I think he……”
“Let me stop you there Paul. Ambrose de Richemont, is off limits, unless you have forensic, photographic, and an arm full of witness that all say he was responsible?”
“Well no Guv, but..”
“But nothing. Listen. Forget him, unless you have undisputable proof, or the Commissioner will be taking you to see the Home Secretary, before you both collect your pensions, if you’re lucky. Forget him Paul!”……..

“Mum!” Hannah called.
“Yes, what is it?” I asked.
“I’ve just got this parcel, its, well, see for yourself.”
I looked, and as I looked, so my heart sank, my legs turned to jelly.
“Mum, are you alright, you’ve gone white!”

The scotch helped. I sat, and looked at the embossed card again. It was the same as mine. Mine was upstairs, at the bottom of my knicker draw. Hidden.
I read it again.
“The Marchioness de Richemont cordially invites Miss Hannah Thomas……”
“What does it mean Mum, and who is the Marchioness what’s her name?”
I remembered Charlie that evening, “Whatever he wants!”
It would be alright, wouldn’t it? After all it was his Mums party. A Marchioness no less. Fuck that was almost royalty. Wasn’t it?
“I think darling it means you are coming to a party with Sophie and me!”
“Really, really!” Hannah squealed.
“Really,” I said. “Yes really.”
“But who is she, and how do you know her? I mean look at the card, not cheap. And its RSVP. Wow! A cocktail party! And the note said to wear this!” She said, holding up a choker. Faux diamonds, but still not cheap. “Wow Mum, I’ve got to tell…………”

She looked suddenly grown up. Then I suppose she was. We’d all been to the beauty ther****ts, for the full works. She winced when they did her bikini line, well she had asked. It had been Sophie’s idea.
We were ready. The party was in a mansion off Park Lane. What were we doing there, I had no idea, other than Ambrose had invited us, all three. No, what worried me was the fact that Hannah had been invited, and that nagged away at me. How did Ambrose know her? Clearly he didn’t, so Charlie was behind it, I was sure. Fucking Charlie. Still my secret, our secret, mine and Sophie’s secret was safe, after all Ambrose was in his fifties, so his Mum’s party was unlikely to be anything to be concerned about, Should it?………….

The door bell rang. Hannah answered it. UPS. She signed, and brought the parcel in.
“Well what is it?” Sophie asked.
“Only one way to find out,” I said. “Hannah, do the honours.”
She tore it open, like a c***d at Christmas.
“Oh Mum, its….no they’re……..” he voice trailed away.

Three silver lame dresses, each identical, each in our size. Gossamer thin. We tried them on. They hugged our curves. Short, but with a split in each side, which reached high, almost to our hips. Backless, and with a plunging neckline. There had been a note inside the parcel, a note from Ambrose. A note asking if we wouldn’t mind wearing the dresses, but only if we liked them, he had picked them out himself. We had no choice, what Ambrose wanted, Ambrose got, that’s what Charlie had said.

We wore silver jewellery, Sophie and I both had several pieces, I found a pair of earrings for Hannah, who also wore the choker.
“Mum, can you see my tits?” She asked, turning slightly.
“A little dear, just the sides.” I replied.
“I thought so, I can see yours, and when you lean forward, I can see your nipples.”
“Better be careful then Hannah.” I told her.
“These knickers crawl up a bit, don’t they.”
She was right. Though I wouldn’t call them knickers. Thongs, had been with the dresses, silver threaded, but very revealing, a little piece of material on thin straps. Straps that hooked over our hips, lower and they would have been visible because of the side splits. We were ready, our strappy high heels matched the dresses……………

He answered the door. He looked disappointed, but let me in. I opened my coat, and took it off.
“Sorry, but she’s got her period, will I do?”
“What a pity, still, they’re be another time, then I’ll have you both together.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pushing my body against his, my tongue snaked into his mouth. I felt his cock stiffen, and ground myself against it. I broke our embrace.
“Fuck me, fuck me hard. Fuck my mouth, fuck me cunt, fuck my arse. I want you, I want you now. Make me cum, be rough.”
“I always knew you were a whore, when I first saw you, I knew!”
“Then treat me like one, fuck me!”

He tore my dress off, and tore at my underwear, my bra, my panties. My stockings he left, and threw me back onto the bed, my handbag falling to the side. I opened my legs, and parted my pussy with my fingers, one of which I inserted. I was already wet.
“Suck my cock slut, suck it, while you finger yourself.”
His cock was hard, I ran my tongue along its length, it tasted of pussy.
“Mmm, who have you been fucking?” I asked, before returning to my task.
He didn’t answer……………………

The room buzzed, we each held a glass of bubbly.
“Remember, only a couple. Don’t get pissed,” I cautioned Hannah.
“Yes Mum, I’ll be careful.”
“And call me Chloe, for fuck-sake!”
“Alright, keep your knickers on…..Chloe!”
“There you are, darlings, you came, and you wore the dresses, delightful,” Ambrose greeted us, kissing us both on the cheeks, before standing in front of Hannah.
“And this must be Hannah!” He said.
“Yes, Ambrose, this is Hannah. Hannah let me introduce Ambrose.” I said
He kissed her, once on each cheek, and as he pulled away, his hand dropped, and he ran it across he bum.
“Mmm, lovely sweetie, now I must introduce you to Mummy, oh what fun we’ll have tonight, Mummy does like us to have fun, now come along!”
We followed, as he led.
“Mum,” she whispered, “he just patted my bum!”
“Chloe, its Chloe. And yes I know.” I whispered back.
She wasn’t what I’d expected. She wasn’t old. True she was older than me, in her forties, I guessed. She wore a sensational white sheath, tight, and see through. Her red hair, a mass of curls. She was gorgeous.
“Mummy, may I present Sophie, and Chloe, and Chloe’s daughter, Hannah. Aren’t they just gorgeous.”
“A pleasure ladies. You look confused. Don’t be. I’m Ambrose’s step mother. I’m married to his father, who sadly is indisposed, permanently. My, Ambrose was right, you are lovely. He tells me you are excellent fucks, and Chloe no longer an anal virgin, such a shame, I would have loved to have watched. You like being fucked in the bum?”
I was so shocked, taken aback, “yes, yes I do,” I replied without thinking, thinking about who was standing beside me.
“And Hannah, lovely Hannah, that choker looks so pretty around your little neck, don’t take it off, even when we take your dress off. You promise me?”
“Take my dress off?” Hannah stammered.
“Of course dear, why do you think you are here?”
“I……” she began.
“To be fucked of course, like your whore mother, and her friend. I am so looking forward to tasting your pretty little pussy. Now dear, lift the hem of your dress, and show me your panties.”
Hannah hesitated. Not sure she was hearing correctly, and if she was, what she should do.
“Come along dear, don’t be shy, your not shy, are you?”
Hannah lifted the hem of her dress, revealing her knickers, barely there, and see-through, hooked high on her hips, and cutting into her waxed pussy.
“Oh my, and smooth, I am looking forward to that, my mouth isn’t the only thing that’s watering, but later, now come with me.”
She took Hannah’s hand, kissed her lips, and led her away, chatting to other guests, and whispering in Hannah’s ear.
“Oh I’m so pleased Mummy likes you, you and Hannah,” Ambrose said. “So glad.”
“Ambrose?” I said.
“Its alright, she’ll be well looked after. Now we must talk about Charlie.”
“Charlie?”
We went to his office, or I assumed it was his.
“Girls, let us be quick. You both work for Charlie. Yes?”
“Yes,” we both chimed.
“I want you both to work for me, I think it will be for the best, don’t you?”
“Well, errr!”
“Yes, exactly, anyway, he has sold you to me, for a consideration, Hannah as well of course. And let me tell you, you had better be worth the money. I will look after you, of course. But ladies, discretion, at all times your absolute discretion. I will not tolerate anything but.”
“Hannah?” I said weakly.
“Yes, I paid quiet a premium for her I can tell you. I was surprised she was already a prostitute.”
“She’s not,” I said.
“No, pity. Still I’m sure with your guidance she will… how can I put this, become accustomed to her new career.”
“No, not her.” I said. “Us two, but not her.”
“I’ve paid the money, her clients as do yours await. Take the matter up with Charlie if you must. Now back to the party I think, ladies.”

“Ambrose might be kinder,” Sophie suggested.
“Don’t be fucking stupid. Hannah! Oh Sophie,” I said, tears in my eyes.
“Not now, not here. Don’t cry. Not here. Look we can work something out. Course we can.”
“But she’ll know. She knows. Knows I’m a slut, a slut who sells her body for money. Fucking Charlie.” I said.
“Get the money back from Charlie, buy her back?” Sophie said.
“We can try!” I said hopefully.

Ambrose’s step-mother, or Mummy, as he insisted on calling her was still with Hannah, holding her hand. She kissed her again, kissed my daughter.
“She’s only sixteen!” I said.
“I know, I know,” Sophie replied.
I watched, as Hannah responded, her mouth open. They broke their clinch, Hannah smiled, then laughed at something “Mummy” said to her. Then Hannah pulled back her dress, exposing her breast. Ambrose’s Mummy kissed my daughters nipple. Hannah’s head went back, smiling. Enjoying?
Then she saw us, she smiled, and waved us over.
I walked towards her, my legs like lead. What would I say?
“Mum, this is so much fun!” She said, happily.
I didn’t know what to say.
“Mum, its alright, Binky has explained everything.” Hannah said.
“Binky?”
“Binky, Ambrose’s Mum!” Hannah said.
With that Binky kissed Hannah again, and as she did, she caressed Hannah’s breasts, leaving them both exposed afterwards, neither covered them again.
“I’ll leave you two to talk for a moment,” Binky said, wandering off with Sophie.
“Did Ambrose really fuck you in the arse?” She asked immediately.
“Yes, yes he did,” I replied.
“Mum, that’s naughty, really naughty. And you liked it?”
“Not at first, but yes I liked it.” I told her.
“Binky says you and Sophie are prostitutes, is it true?”
“Its true, I’m so sorry Hannah, I’ve let you down, let myself down.”
“Don’t be. She said you’ve been sold to Ambrose, by some horrible man called Charlie.”
“I know, Ambrose has just told us.” I said.
“And me too!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll get the money, I pay it back. I’ve told Ambrose it’s a mistake. It will be alright.”
“Can I try it?” She asked.
“Try Hannah?” I asked confused.
“Be like you and Sophie.?”
“No, absolutely not, its out of the question, and cover your tits!”
“Well unless you have the money now, it will be too late. I think even if you have, it’ll be too late. Have you got the money with you?”
“No,” I replied.
“Then Binky wants to eat me out, whatever that means.” Hannah said.
“Oh God Hannah.”
“She’s a bit old, and keeps kissing me, but I don’t mind. She bit my nipple!”
“I know, I saw.”
“Ah there you are darlings,” Binky said. “Now lets have some fun! Hannah darling, take your dress off, so everyone can see that wonderful young body of yours.”
“Is it ok Mum?” Hannah asked.
“Only if you want to,” I said.
“I want to, but I’m nervous.”
“Don’t be, I’m here.”
Hannah slipped her dress off her shoulders. It fell to the floor, where I collected it. Binky attached a lead to her choker, there was a ring in the setting, which I hadn’t noticed before. She led her. Led her around the party, stopping to kiss her, or to fondle her, her breasts, her bum. Her pussy, which I saw was now wet.
I followed behind them, until Ambrose caught me.
“Chloe, you have some work of your own to do, now come with me.”
I walked with him, followed him to a sumptuous room, a huge four poster bed dominated the room.
“My cock is aching for you darling.! Those little tablets can be so taxing.”
He laid back on the bed, his cock obscene, hard, veined. The bulbous head swollen. I took it in my mouth, my tongue busy. Anxious to forget whatever it was that Binky was making my daughter do. I heard the door open behind me, but took no notice, that someone was watching me suck Ambrose’s cock didn’t matter to me. I carried on, working my way down to his balls, flicking my tongue across his anus. He moaned with pleasure.
“Come closer, come and watch,” he said.
I didn’t stop, why should I. This was what I did. I fucked and sucked.
“Want to try?” Binky said.
Binky! She was with…….!
I looked up. She was there. There watching. Watching as I sucked a man’s cock.
“Can I,” Hannah said.
“What do you think Chloe, should Hannah suck Ambrose’s wonderful cock?”
I was too stunned to say anything, but managed to nod my head.
Hannah knelt beside me. She was naked, her knickers gone, although she still wore the chokers, attached to Binky’s lead. Her nipples erect, her eyes wide with excitement.
Her lips closed over his cock, she closed her eyes, as if savouring it.
“Share Chloe, share the cock with your daughter.” Binky commanded.
I did as she instructed. Together we shared his throbbing cock.
She smiled at me, Hannah smiled at me, even though she had a mouthful of cock.
“Lay back Chloe,” Binky said. “Lay back, and spread your legs.”
I did as she wanted.
“Now Hannah, watch, watch carefully.”
Binky went down on me, her tongue expert, taking me to the edge so quickly. I felt her tongue inside me, then onto my clit.
“This is your mothers clit, very sensitive. You must pull the hood back, expose the little bud, like this.”
I felt her pull my clit hood back, she pulled it back hard. Then her tongue, her wonderful tongue.
“Ambrose, look, we must remove her clit hood, it just gets in the way, you’ll see to it?”
“Yes Mummy, of course, and Hannah’s?”
“Yes, hers as well, have them both done, tomorrow.”
Binky’s tongue returned to its work, I was close, so close, almost.
“Mmmm,” I managed to say, breathing heavily, “Mmmm!”
She stopped, and I felt cheated.
“Now Hannah, your turn, make Mummy come!”
I tried to sit up, but Ambrose held me, Binky held my legs part. Hannah took her place.
“No Hannah,” I said.
“But I want to Mummy, I want to!” Hannah said.
I felt her hot breath on my pussy, she kissed the inside of my thighs, thighs wet with my wetness. Then I felt her tongue, as it touched my slit, just a gentle touch.
“Taste her dear,” Binky instructed.
Hannah ran her tongue along the length of my slit, parting my inner labia with her tongue.
“Tastes nice doesn’t she?”
“Mmmm,” Hannah said.
“Now make her come Hannah, make your mother come,” Binky said
Hannah had always been a quick learner. Her tongue quick. I could hardly breath, I gasped for air.
“Oh fuck, oh fucking hell, I’m cominggggggggggggggg, oh goooooooooddddddddddddd,” I screamed, as I came so hard.
Hannah didn’t stop, her lips and tongue taking me to a second orgasm.
“Drink her juices Hannah, drink her in,” Binky instructed.
I pissed again, just a little, but Hannah drank that as well. Then she took her head away.
“Mmm, I like that Binky, so much!” Hannah said.
“I know Hannah, now its your turn, me and Mummy will take turns with you!”
“And me,” Ambrose said.
“No Ambrose, I want you to fuck us both as we make the little girl come. Then you can come in her mouth!”
“No I can’t” I said.
“But Mummy, I want you too, and anyway, you have to, you’re a whore, a slut!”
She tasted so sweet, I tried not to, but I had to. Hannah was right, I was a whore, a slut. She came, Binky took her turn, but it was me that made her, made her juices flow into my mouth. Ambrose fucked us both, both from behind, each in turn.
“I’m coming,” Ambrose announced.
Hannah took his cock, wet from two slut cunts, she took it all, as his cock throbbed, he ejaculated into her mouth, she swallowed some, but not all, some ran down her chin. Binky licked it up.
“Share with your Mummy Hannah, share!”
Hannah kissed me, her tongue, my tongue, his come. We shared it all………….


He was fucking me hard, fucking my mouth. I again wondered whose juices I was tasting on his cock. I took my mouth away.
“Fuck me,” I said breathlessly
“Ride me, ride me till I come. I want to come in your slut cunt.
He laid back, as I slid up and down his hard cock, so hard. He’d always been a good fuck, always made me come. His cock was big, bigger than average, bigger than Ambrose. I was covered in sweat, riding him hard. I leant back, his cock finding my G-spot, I enjoyed the sensations, close to orgasm. My hand gripped what I was searching for, just inside my bag. I leant back up.
“Come you bastard, come inside me, come inside my slut cunt, come deep inside me. I’m fertile, make me a baby, push it deep inside me, all that hot come!”
He grunted, fucking up hard.
“Not yet you fucking whore, not yet!”
I gripped his shaft tightly with my kergel muscles. I gripped hard, I’d always exercised them, since giving birth to Hannah. I gripped hard, whilst fucking his cock. I didn’t slow. I was close to coming, I didn’t want to, but it was too late,
“Oh yeah baby, oh fucking hell, yessssssssssssssssss,” I screamed
The orgasm faded, didn’t go, just faded. I continued to ride him. I felt his cock stiffen like steel.
“You fucking slut, of yes, you fucking whore, next time I’ll fuck that slut daughter of yours, oh fuck yesssssssssss!”
His orgasm rocked through his body. I gripped him hard, legs, cunt, arm. My other arm gripped the knife. I forced it under his ribs, forced it into him. His eyes flew open, wide. Panic. It was harder than I’d thought. I pushed harder, even as his cock continued to ejaculate deep inside me, and it was deep, he’d pushed up, and pulled me down, and in doing so allowed me to put the knife where it needed to be. I pushed again, and as I did, his back lowered out of its arch. That forced the knife in the last millimetre. Life fade from him, I watched as he died.
“This is for selling Hannah, selling her body to be a whore, its wasn’t yours to sell, you bastard.”
I thought he smiled, maybe he did. His cock softened inside me. I held it, held him, held the knife. When I was sure, really sure, I let go, eased myself off him.
Come trickled down my thighs. I checked his flat, searched. I knew it was here. I knew him, it would be here. I opened his wardrobe, searching, careful to tidy after myself. Then he farted, loudly. I span around, scared, shocked. I nearly wet myself. He was dead, of course he was, his open eyes stared up, sightless. Then I saw it, the box. I took it down, opened it. It was all there. Hannah’s price. The price of my daughters whoredom. I took it, took it and the rest. Put it all in my handbag. Wiped my fingerprints off the box, Did a proper job, then put it back. I found my knickers, put them on, found my bra, my dress. I dressed. I didn’t hurry. I fastened my bra, adjusted my breasts. Found my knickers, pulled them on. My dress, adjusted my stockings. Heels. I checked the flat, ensuring I had everything. Satisfied, I let myself out, closing the door behind me. I walked to the lift. I didn’t look back………………….


“Oh dear, it seems as if poor Charlie has met with a very tragic end,” Ambrose announced over breakfast.
“Really dear, an awful man, have they caught the person?” Binky asked.
“No Mummy, no they haven’t.”
“Chloe dear, that night, just over a week ago, you were , if I remember rightly entertaining me, and some friends, isn’t that right?” Ambrose asked.
“Yes, I do believe I was.” I replied.
“Was that the night you disappeared, let me see, for an hour, hour and a half, correctly if I’m wrong dear.”
“Yes, that was the night,” I said quietly.
“And left your mobile in my room?” Ambrose said. He paused. “Walmsley ring the hotel manager, have him wipe all their CCTV, tell him, well you know.”
“Yes sir, at once.”
“Now my dear, that was some night, and you never left the building, did you my dear!”
“No Ambrose, I was with you, all night.” I said.
“Just as I remembered.”……………….

“Nice work Paul.”
“Thanks Guv, I don’t see there is much more we can do. All our suspects have watertight alibis’.”
“They do, you were fucking stupid, questioning de Richemont, that could have backfired and then some Paul.”
“Thanks for the warning, but I felt I had to. He was charming, charming like snake, Guv.”
“And he gave Chloe Thomas a watertight alibis. Her and that friend of hers. So Guv, even though I know it was her, case closed.”
“You know better than that Paul, we never close a murder enquiry, never, not until its solved. I’ve spoken with the commissioner, you did well. Now, file it, for now. Come on, my round.” …………………….