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An interview with Tam Noble
Ok, let`s start from the beginning, I am Tam and my wife is named Samantha she`s blond, blue eyed 40dd chest 5ft8 high weighs 8stone and turns heads, oh and she a whore, let`s be honest, not a make believe hot in bed ‘call me a whore’ type wife but a genuine ‘sleep with you if you pay me whore’, it`s her job, she likes it, let`s face it, I like it too it saves me from working, we live well and it fills my cuck tendencies as a bonus! We have a daughter named Tina, she`s 5feet tall, slim, nubile 17 just coming 18 years old the image of her mother and she asked me only yesterday if she could follow in her mum`s line of work, we are going to raise the subject with mother when I think the time is right.
Now me, I feel that it would be ok, she could cover the evening shift, we are always being asked and the good lady gets so tired nowadays and it`s not like she doesn’t know her way round, Tina`s been blowing me since she was, well to save embarrassment let`s just say, a while, her mother showed her how to do it properly on a carrot, years ago, as part of her sex education, mother felt if she was doing that and not opening her legs, it might just save a pregnancy at school.
I didn’t think Sam knew I was the lucky one although I doubt I was the only beneficiary, Tina, was always a popular girl in school and her grades with most of the classes were very good, though I did notice the ones led by women teachers were less so for some strange reason.
In our house, I do the house-keeping and cooking, as it seems only fair, there is no taboo on talk, we have always covered any subject frankly, and most evenings we sit at the meal table, and like normal folk, we discuss work. That our conversation is about other men`s sex with my misses is just how it is, and to others it would be bazar, to us it`s work, her job, the family income, it can be a revelation as I must say, as we know most of her clients socially, well it`s not a big town and most of her regulars are just that; regular, she never works in an evening confining herself to daytime and the more unusual of her followers, though there are exceptions, sort of Speciality evenings if you catch my drift. Outside our house everyone is the soul of discression, Samantha is Mrs Noble and it`s Mr so-an-so, all very respectful, not one client ever revealing that Sam is their mistress or their bit on the side, or that they pay her for her services. It`s strange really, oh they all know one another around town and I`m sure at least some of the men know of others who pass through the alley behind our home to slip in unnoticed, but it`s never mentioned which is an immense help. Their numbers include the local police sergeant, a priest, a local x dressing magistrate, two or three shopkeepers, a doctor, a road-sweeper, a couple of builders, and a motor mechanic and though there are a few more tradesmen, it`s always the “respectable ones” that are the kinkiest.
I keep a diary, it`s more of a ledger really Dates times kinks, payments, it`s all there, well I always say one day I will publish it if I can find a blue enough book publisher, I do use false names of course, each man has a separate coded name when they ring up to book, but it`s so funny to see the oh so respectable ones out in the street, knowing that tomorrow or the next day they will be perhaps wearing stockings and make up or bent over a chair having a whipping, or begging madam to spank them or wash them down or whatever!
Anyway, you asked about our lives, well a day or two ’in the life of’ perhaps won`t hurt.
Sunday is our one day off, this week I did the garden, mowing that sort of crap, Samantha sunbathed, and Tina went out bowling with a young lad from the town. So we were fresh on Monday morning, Tina, kissing me goodbye with a cheeky grin, and a kiss, off to her last few days at school, and the wife shovelling down a cooked breakfast saying she ”had a ‘caller,’ (that’s our euphemism for punter) Tin-tin at 10.30 (he`s a quickie) Trevor calling at 12.45 so she needed some stamina, as he wanted his arse whipping, and another at 3 (Robert) for who she needed a full bladder, so coffee at 11 then help her dress then sandwiches and drinks at 12, and she would be finished just in time for Tina`s return and to shower before our evening meal about 5.30.
She put on a clean nightdress and popped downstairs to turn down the bed in what she calls her workroom, it’s a bedroom complete with changing room and on suite I`ve built that in one of the cellars, and the other I`ve converted to a dungeon for our more shall we say energetic callers.
Tin-tin appeared at the front door, threw me an envelope and the rest of my mail, (he`s our postman in ‘real’ life) and nipped smartly down the steps to the cellar, by the time I had washed up the breakfast things, and mopped the kitchen-floor, the mail was being delivered once more, this time with a postie with a spring in his step.
Samantha appeared in a dressing gown newly showered, then we both returned downstairs so I could help her into her leatherwear, that took oh, 5 mins or so, leathers not so bad, its latex that takes the time, anyway together we had coffee, and a chance to read the local paper before Trevor appeared.
Now Trevor is a bit of a strange one, well to be honest most of them are, but Trevor is exceptional, he lives with his mum and comes with a note from her that details his short-comings during the week!
Yes, I know, strange, but true I promise, the old girl used to discipline him herself but has been a bit frail this last two years, being 85.
he`s 60 odd and a coalman, and if he goes home without marks she approves of on his backside she gets annoyed and withdraws her nightly sexual service`s to him!
Trevor always appears on Monday`s his day off, knocks at the back door, hands me a note containing the payment and his misdemeanours, then waits till I invite him in and introduce him to my wife, his mistress. She ‘calculates how many strokes’ shaking her head and sucking her teeth then tells him his sentence, which actually mum has already set though not told him, putting it in the note. Its then a case of off to the dungeon and he presents her with his naked backside, and she canes him over the table end.
Each slice must leave a proper countable mark, and after the sentence she then squeezes his tool as hard as she possibly can, she tells me there`s no wanking just a single hard squeeze…it`s all ritualistic stuff this, he just comes on the floor and then after cleaning up apologetically he goes home, usually finding it hard to walk.
He once found a lady-friend, mum was so incensed that she gave him a sentence of 30 strokes, but that was exceptional, it`s usually 6,8 or a dozen and as he had no such dalliances again, being terrified of his mother`s wrath, the wiley old girl had ensured she was looked after for the rest of her life by her devoted son!
Anyway, after Trevor had gone, his arse duly marked, there was just time for a few sandwiches and coffee, then I had time to nip to the shops while Samantha sat dressed and watching her soaps from last night while awaiting to ‘entertain’ Robert.
I`m usually back home for Robert`s visit, and there`s a tap on our front door, Robert and Tin -tin are the only ones that come to the front, Tin-tin as he is postie, ‘stopping for coffee’ and Robert who`s our local priest, which has helped our reputation considerably, the locals thinking he is here to ‘read scriptures to us…`
What actually happens, is he comes in pays, goes downstairs then removes his surplice and collar, all he wears to visit, then silently kneels naked to, in his words “drink from madam`s fountain” she tells me he “never misses a drip, not so much as a dribble ever escape`s his eager mouth.” She is always amazed and so confident that she has on one occasion done the trick in our living room while I was repainting downstairs! Her confidence in his ability being vindicated, not a drip being spilt! She always has allowed him to fondle her breasts and must at his insistence kiss him passionately before he leaves, he`s only with her an hour at the most never once either being touched or touching genitals.
Well there`s no accounting for taste, by now her day is over, Tina returns home, and till now has sat and done her homework while her mum gets showered and changed, and I finish off the meal.
We sit at a table for our meals, I am told that’s becoming rare nowadays but; I believe it adds some cohesion to a family`s life, it being here at our main meal we can discuss any problems, or ideas.
Tonight unprompted, Sam asked Tina about her ideas after leaving her education, there only being a week or two left. It went a bit quiet for a moment Tina, and I exchanging glances, before my beloved daughter said; ‘she had hoped to join the family business!’
Sam dropped her jaw, then sat quiet for a while before she in a near whisper said; “well given your results in your tests etc, perhaps a practical job would be more appropriate!”
That got our jaws dropping, we had both expected some at least resistance, especially when she went on; “you are not badly laid out, but that’s only one bit of the job, I mean could you deal with some of the twisted punters I have to suck, fuck and bully?” she regarded her daughter with a slow smile; “Could you smile as you deal with some of the miserable warped gits, especially when you are feeling crap from your period or flue or whatever, or restrain yourself with a whip when some-one has wound you up?” before Tina, could answer she went on “There`s more to being a mistress than just wearing leather, or latex or whatever and wielding a whip you know!”
Tina, looked her mother in the eye, then quietly and with I thought a lot of dignity, answered; “look mum, I`m not silly, I do know my limitations, but I`ve watched you for years, you are an expert, but on occasions when you have been unwell, or whatever you have been pushed to cope, I could help out, some-one somewhere will pay big time for my virginity, that’s true but that’s only a one off, your what 45 now you can`t go on for ever, and I can slowly take over for you in time. And with you as my mentor, I can learn properly, come on mum please think about it properly, I suspect I could be a wonderful ‘entertainer,’ just like you!”
Sam smiled, “you have thought all this out then?” turning to me “I suppose you knew?”
I couldn’t deny it could I, “well she had hinted my sweet, but I was waiting for you to bring up the subject and discuss it as I knew you would, I can see her thinking , there is no work round here for a young woman and I believe she has the potential, and has the self -control, she`s proved that if she`s still the virgin she swears she is, it means that she has headed your words when you showed her how to do blow jobs and told her to save her sex for later.”
I served up the sweet, and the coffee, there was a long silence, mum was obviously thinking over her daughter`s proposition, when the girl added that she would “be happy to learn the trade, without pay for a while if that was the problem!” it seemed to swing the argument and with a smile Sam said “well we could give it a trial I suppose, but first a doctors visit, contraception, and so on, I will chat with ‘Old Nick’ (he`s the doctor on our books) and we shall see.” She smiled a sugar sweet smile then asked; “have you given many blow jobs yet?” to which Tina, smiled disarmingly and grinned “some,” glancing at me, and sadly giving away that she had been practising on me. Samantha looked at me with a glower, “muttered oh, I see!” nodded at me with a glower, in a ‘you will pay for that way’, she asked if Tina, had really thought out the situation.
The girl gave her mother a reassurance that she loved the idea of power over men, and just enjoying the whole sex thing though she had not tried actual penetrative sex as she had been told not to she had tried the blow job as she had been shown and got she was told, quite good at it, and had given hand jobs for pennies and sweets, etc and wanted that power over men.
“OK then if you`re sure, I don’t want you doing it without some training, and I`d rather train you myself this is the deal; I will train you each evening till you`re ready to do the simpler tasks, starting when school finishes for you tomorrow, you can stay on your pocket money till I deem you ready to earn, OK?”
Samantha then suggested to Tina that “she show us, her technique,” nodding to me and muttering that,” seeing your so used to his body miss, we will use your dad as a training dummy.” Then in a clearer voice she said giving me a look that said you`re going to suffer for that my lad, she said “in fact we will use him for lessons in cane whip and clamps etc as the lessons progress, before we let you out on my paying clientele!”
Tina, threw her arms round her mother`s neck, saying; “thanks mum, can I blow dad now?” but her mother told her to do the dishes first then we shall see what your like. My daughter was up and the dishes away to the sink, like a shot.
My wife hissed at me, “how long?” I said; “well almost since you showed her how really!” she hissed “how often?” “about a half dozen times dear” she hissed “you bastard, I had no idea!” Then she said a little louder ”why!”
I explained that I “wanted her to get the job right and not to learn from just anyone on the streets, the same as you do, in training her right” she thought that over, then hissed “you should have told me though, if you had told me I would have been happier and you will suffer for that my cuckold, just you wait and see.”
Just then Tina returned, and she reported the dishes done. Samantha had me stand then told the girl to” blow him then and I will give you pointers.”
My zip fell and an eager hand probed my underpants, my poor old tool was hauled into the air and lips surrounded the head. Sam stopped the girl explaining that, it depended where the punter was, as to the technique, in sort of dark alleys and for quickies, the way she had just the tool itself out was ok, but if she had more time, as now, it was better to take a little more time, give the punter his money`s worth and he will return time and again get the whole jewels out, caress the balls, kiss and run the tongue under the head, run the tongue under the foreskin, go the extra mile, it pays in the long run.
She demonstrated, just for long enough for me to get to full stiffness, then with a smile she clouted it over the helmet and it fell slack once more! “now try again and work on it more slowly,” god that girl was good, by the time she had sucked it hard again, and my vindictive misses had clipped it a four-penny clout to collapse it and she had done it again I was getting a bit desperate, when I did manage to blow it, it was a huge and powerful spray though I say it myself. Samantha laughed and said we should have to use the method again soon then went to watch coronation street on the telly, leaving us to clear up!
In bed that night Sam snuggled against me, and I thought she wanted more, but she told me on my bike, and she would be giving the next lesson tomorrow! Then she laughed and went to sleep…
An interview with Tam Noble
Ok, let`s start from the beginning, I am Tam and my wife is named Samantha she`s blond, blue eyed 40dd chest 5ft8 high weighs 8stone and turns heads, oh and she a whore, let`s be honest, not a make believe hot in bed ‘call me a whore’ type wife but a genuine ‘sleep with you if you pay me whore’, it`s her job, she likes it, let`s face it, I like it too it saves me from working, we live well and it fills my cuck tendencies as a bonus! We have a daughter named Tina, she`s 5feet tall, slim, nubile 17 just coming 18 years old the image of her mother and she asked me only yesterday if she could follow in her mum`s line of work, we are going to raise the subject with mother when I think the time is right.
Now me, I feel that it would be ok, she could cover the evening shift, we are always being asked and the good lady gets so tired nowadays and it`s not like she doesn’t know her way round, Tina`s been blowing me since she was, well to save embarrassment let`s just say, a while, her mother showed her how to do it properly on a carrot, years ago, as part of her sex education, mother felt if she was doing that and not opening her legs, it might just save a pregnancy at school.
I didn’t think Sam knew I was the lucky one although I doubt I was the only beneficiary, Tina, was always a popular girl in school and her grades with most of the classes were very good, though I did notice the ones led by women teachers were less so for some strange reason.
In our house, I do the house-keeping and cooking, as it seems only fair, there is no taboo on talk, we have always covered any subject frankly, and most evenings we sit at the meal table, and like normal folk, we discuss work. That our conversation is about other men`s sex with my misses is just how it is, and to others it would be bazar, to us it`s work, her job, the family income, it can be a revelation as I must say, as we know most of her clients socially, well it`s not a big town and most of her regulars are just that; regular, she never works in an evening confining herself to daytime and the more unusual of her followers, though there are exceptions, sort of Speciality evenings if you catch my drift. Outside our house everyone is the soul of discression, Samantha is Mrs Noble and it`s Mr so-an-so, all very respectful, not one client ever revealing that Sam is their mistress or their bit on the side, or that they pay her for her services. It`s strange really, oh they all know one another around town and I`m sure at least some of the men know of others who pass through the alley behind our home to slip in unnoticed, but it`s never mentioned which is an immense help. Their numbers include the local police sergeant, a priest, a local x dressing magistrate, two or three shopkeepers, a doctor, a road-sweeper, a couple of builders, and a motor mechanic and though there are a few more tradesmen, it`s always the “respectable ones” that are the kinkiest.
I keep a diary, it`s more of a ledger really Dates times kinks, payments, it`s all there, well I always say one day I will publish it if I can find a blue enough book publisher, I do use false names of course, each man has a separate coded name when they ring up to book, but it`s so funny to see the oh so respectable ones out in the street, knowing that tomorrow or the next day they will be perhaps wearing stockings and make up or bent over a chair having a whipping, or begging madam to spank them or wash them down or whatever!
Anyway, you asked about our lives, well a day or two ’in the life of’ perhaps won`t hurt.
Sunday is our one day off, this week I did the garden, mowing that sort of crap, Samantha sunbathed, and Tina went out bowling with a young lad from the town. So we were fresh on Monday morning, Tina, kissing me goodbye with a cheeky grin, and a kiss, off to her last few days at school, and the wife shovelling down a cooked breakfast saying she ”had a ‘caller,’ (that’s our euphemism for punter) Tin-tin at 10.30 (he`s a quickie) Trevor calling at 12.45 so she needed some stamina, as he wanted his arse whipping, and another at 3 (Robert) for who she needed a full bladder, so coffee at 11 then help her dress then sandwiches and drinks at 12, and she would be finished just in time for Tina`s return and to shower before our evening meal about 5.30.
She put on a clean nightdress and popped downstairs to turn down the bed in what she calls her workroom, it’s a bedroom complete with changing room and on suite I`ve built that in one of the cellars, and the other I`ve converted to a dungeon for our more shall we say energetic callers.
Tin-tin appeared at the front door, threw me an envelope and the rest of my mail, (he`s our postman in ‘real’ life) and nipped smartly down the steps to the cellar, by the time I had washed up the breakfast things, and mopped the kitchen-floor, the mail was being delivered once more, this time with a postie with a spring in his step.
Samantha appeared in a dressing gown newly showered, then we both returned downstairs so I could help her into her leatherwear, that took oh, 5 mins or so, leathers not so bad, its latex that takes the time, anyway together we had coffee, and a chance to read the local paper before Trevor appeared.
Now Trevor is a bit of a strange one, well to be honest most of them are, but Trevor is exceptional, he lives with his mum and comes with a note from her that details his short-comings during the week!
Yes, I know, strange, but true I promise, the old girl used to discipline him herself but has been a bit frail this last two years, being 85.
he`s 60 odd and a coalman, and if he goes home without marks she approves of on his backside she gets annoyed and withdraws her nightly sexual service`s to him!
Trevor always appears on Monday`s his day off, knocks at the back door, hands me a note containing the payment and his misdemeanours, then waits till I invite him in and introduce him to my wife, his mistress. She ‘calculates how many strokes’ shaking her head and sucking her teeth then tells him his sentence, which actually mum has already set though not told him, putting it in the note. Its then a case of off to the dungeon and he presents her with his naked backside, and she canes him over the table end.
Each slice must leave a proper countable mark, and after the sentence she then squeezes his tool as hard as she possibly can, she tells me there`s no wanking just a single hard squeeze…it`s all ritualistic stuff this, he just comes on the floor and then after cleaning up apologetically he goes home, usually finding it hard to walk.
He once found a lady-friend, mum was so incensed that she gave him a sentence of 30 strokes, but that was exceptional, it`s usually 6,8 or a dozen and as he had no such dalliances again, being terrified of his mother`s wrath, the wiley old girl had ensured she was looked after for the rest of her life by her devoted son!
Anyway, after Trevor had gone, his arse duly marked, there was just time for a few sandwiches and coffee, then I had time to nip to the shops while Samantha sat dressed and watching her soaps from last night while awaiting to ‘entertain’ Robert.
I`m usually back home for Robert`s visit, and there`s a tap on our front door, Robert and Tin -tin are the only ones that come to the front, Tin-tin as he is postie, ‘stopping for coffee’ and Robert who`s our local priest, which has helped our reputation considerably, the locals thinking he is here to ‘read scriptures to us…`
What actually happens, is he comes in pays, goes downstairs then removes his surplice and collar, all he wears to visit, then silently kneels naked to, in his words “drink from madam`s fountain” she tells me he “never misses a drip, not so much as a dribble ever escape`s his eager mouth.” She is always amazed and so confident that she has on one occasion done the trick in our living room while I was repainting downstairs! Her confidence in his ability being vindicated, not a drip being spilt! She always has allowed him to fondle her breasts and must at his insistence kiss him passionately before he leaves, he`s only with her an hour at the most never once either being touched or touching genitals.
Well there`s no accounting for taste, by now her day is over, Tina returns home, and till now has sat and done her homework while her mum gets showered and changed, and I finish off the meal.
We sit at a table for our meals, I am told that’s becoming rare nowadays but; I believe it adds some cohesion to a family`s life, it being here at our main meal we can discuss any problems, or ideas.
Tonight unprompted, Sam asked Tina about her ideas after leaving her education, there only being a week or two left. It went a bit quiet for a moment Tina, and I exchanging glances, before my beloved daughter said; ‘she had hoped to join the family business!’
Sam dropped her jaw, then sat quiet for a while before she in a near whisper said; “well given your results in your tests etc, perhaps a practical job would be more appropriate!”
That got our jaws dropping, we had both expected some at least resistance, especially when she went on; “you are not badly laid out, but that’s only one bit of the job, I mean could you deal with some of the twisted punters I have to suck, fuck and bully?” she regarded her daughter with a slow smile; “Could you smile as you deal with some of the miserable warped gits, especially when you are feeling crap from your period or flue or whatever, or restrain yourself with a whip when some-one has wound you up?” before Tina, could answer she went on “There`s more to being a mistress than just wearing leather, or latex or whatever and wielding a whip you know!”
Tina, looked her mother in the eye, then quietly and with I thought a lot of dignity, answered; “look mum, I`m not silly, I do know my limitations, but I`ve watched you for years, you are an expert, but on occasions when you have been unwell, or whatever you have been pushed to cope, I could help out, some-one somewhere will pay big time for my virginity, that’s true but that’s only a one off, your what 45 now you can`t go on for ever, and I can slowly take over for you in time. And with you as my mentor, I can learn properly, come on mum please think about it properly, I suspect I could be a wonderful ‘entertainer,’ just like you!”
Sam smiled, “you have thought all this out then?” turning to me “I suppose you knew?”
I couldn’t deny it could I, “well she had hinted my sweet, but I was waiting for you to bring up the subject and discuss it as I knew you would, I can see her thinking , there is no work round here for a young woman and I believe she has the potential, and has the self -control, she`s proved that if she`s still the virgin she swears she is, it means that she has headed your words when you showed her how to do blow jobs and told her to save her sex for later.”
I served up the sweet, and the coffee, there was a long silence, mum was obviously thinking over her daughter`s proposition, when the girl added that she would “be happy to learn the trade, without pay for a while if that was the problem!” it seemed to swing the argument and with a smile Sam said “well we could give it a trial I suppose, but first a doctors visit, contraception, and so on, I will chat with ‘Old Nick’ (he`s the doctor on our books) and we shall see.” She smiled a sugar sweet smile then asked; “have you given many blow jobs yet?” to which Tina, smiled disarmingly and grinned “some,” glancing at me, and sadly giving away that she had been practising on me. Samantha looked at me with a glower, “muttered oh, I see!” nodded at me with a glower, in a ‘you will pay for that way’, she asked if Tina, had really thought out the situation.
The girl gave her mother a reassurance that she loved the idea of power over men, and just enjoying the whole sex thing though she had not tried actual penetrative sex as she had been told not to she had tried the blow job as she had been shown and got she was told, quite good at it, and had given hand jobs for pennies and sweets, etc and wanted that power over men.
“OK then if you`re sure, I don’t want you doing it without some training, and I`d rather train you myself this is the deal; I will train you each evening till you`re ready to do the simpler tasks, starting when school finishes for you tomorrow, you can stay on your pocket money till I deem you ready to earn, OK?”
Samantha then suggested to Tina that “she show us, her technique,” nodding to me and muttering that,” seeing your so used to his body miss, we will use your dad as a training dummy.” Then in a clearer voice she said giving me a look that said you`re going to suffer for that my lad, she said “in fact we will use him for lessons in cane whip and clamps etc as the lessons progress, before we let you out on my paying clientele!”
Tina, threw her arms round her mother`s neck, saying; “thanks mum, can I blow dad now?” but her mother told her to do the dishes first then we shall see what your like. My daughter was up and the dishes away to the sink, like a shot.
My wife hissed at me, “how long?” I said; “well almost since you showed her how really!” she hissed “how often?” “about a half dozen times dear” she hissed “you bastard, I had no idea!” Then she said a little louder ”why!”
I explained that I “wanted her to get the job right and not to learn from just anyone on the streets, the same as you do, in training her right” she thought that over, then hissed “you should have told me though, if you had told me I would have been happier and you will suffer for that my cuckold, just you wait and see.”
Just then Tina returned, and she reported the dishes done. Samantha had me stand then told the girl to” blow him then and I will give you pointers.”
My zip fell and an eager hand probed my underpants, my poor old tool was hauled into the air and lips surrounded the head. Sam stopped the girl explaining that, it depended where the punter was, as to the technique, in sort of dark alleys and for quickies, the way she had just the tool itself out was ok, but if she had more time, as now, it was better to take a little more time, give the punter his money`s worth and he will return time and again get the whole jewels out, caress the balls, kiss and run the tongue under the head, run the tongue under the foreskin, go the extra mile, it pays in the long run.
She demonstrated, just for long enough for me to get to full stiffness, then with a smile she clouted it over the helmet and it fell slack once more! “now try again and work on it more slowly,” god that girl was good, by the time she had sucked it hard again, and my vindictive misses had clipped it a four-penny clout to collapse it and she had done it again I was getting a bit desperate, when I did manage to blow it, it was a huge and powerful spray though I say it myself. Samantha laughed and said we should have to use the method again soon then went to watch coronation street on the telly, leaving us to clear up!
In bed that night Sam snuggled against me, and I thought she wanted more, but she told me on my bike, and she would be giving the next lesson tomorrow! Then she laughed and went to sleep…
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