Arlie stopped for a moment to brush back a
wayward strand of her mid back length black hair before
knocking on the door. It was more a nervous tic than a need to
improve her appearance. She was nearly perfect and she knew
it. Soon so would the person waiting on the other side of that
She knocked twice and within only a few
seconds the door opened.
“Hi, I'm Arlie.” she announced to
the woman about her age who stood looking at her
apprehensively before stepping aside, inviting her to enter.
Walking confidently into the lavish high end
suite located in one of the highest end hotels in town, Arlie
turned and looked the other woman over carefully. She was
clearly a bottle blonde, at least three inches shorter than
Arlie even without her heels, wearing an expensive silk robe
tied loosely around her waist and bare foot.
She was also very, very nervous.
“First time?” Arlie asked
The woman only nodded, declining to make
direct eye contact.
“No problem,” Arlie continued,
“the fee you agreed to covers the entire night so we can
relax and take our time but first, there is the business of
Arlie reached into the elegant clutch she
carried and fished out her phone, attaching a card reader to
one end. The woman rummaged around in her own purse and
produced a credit card, the color alone telling Arlie it was
one with no upper limit. Nevertheless, she entered just the
agreed upon amount, swiped the card and handed it back to the
“Now, with that out of the way, perhaps
we can enjoy a glass of wine and get comfortable,” she
said with a sultry smile, kicked off her heels and sat on a
plush nearby chair with her skirt hitched up almost far enough
for the other woman to see she wasn't wearing any panties.
The other woman, who said her name was Marie,
poured them both a glass of wine and sat across from Arlie.
Ever so slowly she loosened up, helped along by the three
glasses of wine she downed while Arlie carefully nursed her
first. Her story was a familiar one, one that Arlie heard
again and again in one form or another from her very special
and exclusive clientele.
Marie was the twenty nine year old trophy wife
of a prominent business and civic leader. Had he been a
politician or athlete or other type of celebrity, Arlie knew,
the story would be pretty much the same. Marie had come to
learn the only two purposes she served in that man's life...to
be eye candy when he so needed such on his arm and the object
of whatever whim or lust crossed his mind when they were
The initial exhilaration at being attached to
someone that prominent wore off eventually, not satisfactorily
replaced by an unlimited credit card. Nor was she immune from,
or unaware of, the constant buzz of rumors about his multiple
dalliances. Seeing thirty inexorably approaching on the
horizon didn't help either.
Marie was both lonely and frustrated. Arlie
was one, albeit temporary, answer to both of those needs.
As she took the first sip of her fourth glass
of wine, the robe Marie wore slipped open a little. Even
without that glimpse, Arlie knew Marie had a perfect pair of
carefully sculpted “C” cup tits, a taut body and a
shaved pussy or, at most, a closely trimmed runway patch of
dark cunt hair.
They all did.
Arlie shifted in her seat, making sure Marie
caught a short, but not too brief, glimpse of her own
pantie-less pussy. Marie's eyes locked on Arlie's crotch with
a hand unconsciously rubbing the inside of her thigh half way
to her own groin.
“So...uh...what do...er...we do...now?”
Marie croaked, taking another sip of wine.
“Whatever you want,” Arlie
responded softly, “I'm here for you.”
“I don't know what I want,” she
cried, “just not what I have now.”
Arlie got up and walked over to sit on the
armrest next to Marie, deftly loosening two buttons on her
blouse as she moved. The other woman would clearly be able to
see the sides of Arlie's own perfectly sculpted tits swaying
“Have you ever been with a woman
before,” Arlie asked soothingly, brushing her hand
lightly over Marie's shoulder length hair.
Marie looked up with her sad eyes, the
expensive perfume she was wearing causing Arlie to shudder
“A few times...in college...you
know...and when...when...he...,” Marie stammered and
reached for Arlie's cheek.
“Yes, I know,” Arlie whispered and
leaned forward to give Marie a tender kiss on the forehead,
letting her hand fall to the belt holding the silky robe
She pulled the belt loose, allowing the robe
to fall to Marie's sides then softly brushed her fingers over
one erect nipple. Marie gasped lowly and pulled Arlie down for
a deep passionate kiss. After a moment, Arlie straightened up
and extending her hand to the young woman.
“Why don't we go get more comfortable,”
she cooed as Marie rose, her legs wobbling slightly as she let
the robe slide to her feet.
Of course, Arlie had been correct. Marie's
perfect dark brown quarter sized nipples stood proudly erect
on her perfect tits. No hint of hair protruded out from around
the small damp stain in the crotch of her lacy thong.
Arlie pulled her close, this time kissing her
deeply as Marie pawed at Arlie's ass and tits. They stumbled
together into the bedroom and Arlie gently pushed Marie down
Marie lay on her back propped up on her elbows
as Arlie slowly stripped naked. Not that there was all that
much to take off, just a silk blouse and tight skirt but Arlie
still made a production of it. Finally she stood over Marie
totally naked, one hand pinching one of her own hard nipples,
the other lazily rubbing through the small patch of black hair
right above her pussy.
Even before Arlie was completely undressed,
Marie's hand moved down between her own legs and was touching
her pussy through the sheer fabric of her thong. Arlie watched
her for a moment before leaning over to give Marie another
passionate kiss after her tits brushed across Marie's face.
Marie gasped and hungrily returned the kiss,
even as Arlie reached down and hooked her fingers in Marie's
panties and slowly pulled them down below her knees. The scent
of Marie's sex wafted to Arlie's nose as she pushed those
toned thighs apart, causing Marie's ideally trimmed labia to
“Show me how you like to touch
yourself,” Arlie murmured, as always fascinated with
such a close up view of another woman's cunt and the way she
masturbated to gratify herself.
Her hand crawled down over her stomach as
Marie spread the folds of her pussy lips wide. A surprisingly
large clit, practically the size of an infant boy's cock,
popped up between her fingers. She held that clit in two
fingers and swirled her thumb around the tip, moaning lowly as
a few drops of creamy juices oozed down between her pussy
“Oh my god,” Arlie exclaimed
softly pushing Marie's thighs even further apart, “you
have the most beautiful clit...and absolutely the
biggest...I've ever seen.”
Arlie scooped some of the silky cream leaking
from Marie on a fingertip and brought it to her mouth. The
musky taste mixed with just a hint of the other woman's piss
caused Arlie's own pussy to clench.
“When I'm alone,” Marie gasped, “I
like to rub my clit just like it's a little cock. Even better,
though, is when somebody sucks it and fingers my pussy and ass
at the same time.”
“Play with it for me for a moment,”
Arlie cooed, drawing a finger up through Marie's dripping
pussy slit, spreading the opening into her vagina wide, “that
sounds incredibly hot.”
Marie pinched a nipple hard as she began
thumbing her enormous clit. Arlie slowly slipped a finger into
her pussy, easily finding the growing rough patch of Marie's
g-spot. Then she used some of Marie's own wetness to swirl a
finger around her puckered asshole. Marie's sphincter
stretched easily, immediately telling Arlie about one of his
“Oh god, this one is really going to be
fun,” Arlie thought to herself as Marie let out a loud
shriek that she almost immediately muffled by clamping her
thighs around Arlie's head.
“Can I call you again?” Marie
asked meekly standing at the door with her opened down the
front silk robe draped over her shoulders.
“Of course,” Arlie answered with a
bright smile as she fished a business card out of her purse
that only had a telephone number written on it. “Just
call and leave a message about what days you will be back in
town and I'll get back to you about scheduling
another...visit. Make sure to include it is 'Big Clit' calling
so I can definitely make sure to fit you in.”
Marie blushed at that, her perfect nipples
already erect. Arlie gave her a final kiss and left the suite,
smiling to herself knowing Marie was most likely madly
masturbating again right then.
On the elevator down to the lobby, Arlie
checked her messages. Three requests for appointments needed
to wait until she got back to the upcoming schedule on her
computer. The four messages from Bella were another matter.
Bella was the exception to Arlie's rule...in
fact pretty much every one of her rules. She wasn't a trophy
wife like all of Arlie's other clients, she was the principal,
an accomplished and prominent sixty something year old Senator
with a mostly invisible, but very wealthy, husband who clearly
didn't come close to fulfilling Bella's many and increasingly
Arlie waited until she was in her car and
heading home before she called the number she knew would ring
but once and be answered by a curt “Leave a message!”
She also knew the call would be returned within minutes so was
not surprised when her phone buzzed with a blocked number
almost as soon as she put it down.
“Where have you been?” Bella
bellowed from the car's speakers after Arlie answered.
“Working,” Arlie responded.
“I've been trying to get hold of you
since yesterday evening.”
“You know I don't leave my phone on when
“Hell, it's almost noon, that must have
been some sweetie,” Bella continued in a somewhat
“Only a little past nine here. Besides
my contracts are always for twelve hours and this one was
worth a few extra minutes.”
“Oh and how is that?”
“You'd have loved it, she had a clit as
big as a little boy's dick...right up your alley.”
“Mmm, you have to tell me all about it.
I'll be at the usual hotel tomorrow by eight in the evening.”
“I'm not at my computer so I don't know
if I have anything scheduled.”
“If you do, just change it around...and
come up with something really interesting and different. I'm
in a very adventurous, kinky mood and will triple your fee if
you can surprise me.”
“The girl with a clit like a dick will
be gone by then.”
“An interesting idea but I'm sure you
can figure out something that will give even me pause...at
least for a minute or two.”
With that the call disconnected.
Arlie walked into her condo to find her
mother, Cora, drinking coffee and watching one of the shopping
networks on her TV.
“You know that stuff is nothing but
junk,” she said without introduction, kicked off her
heels and grabbed a cup of coffee for herself.
“I know but I never buy anything, just
look, anyway,” her mother answered without taking her
eyes off the TV. “So was it a good job?”
“Pretty much the usual,” Arlie
said and leaned back against the counter top to finish her
coffee, “although this one had a clit the size of my
thumb, like a little boy's dick.”
“You branching out into cocks?”
her mother asked sitting up straighter on the sofa.
“No, not really, it's just I never saw a
clit that big before,” Arlie answered and put her cup
down on the counter. “Anyway, I need to check the
schedule and take a bath.”
She walked into the extra bedroom she used as
an office and turned on her computer. While it was booting up,
she stripped off the blouse and skirt and put them in the
hamper to go to the dry cleaners.
Then she sat naked at the computer, adding and
confirming the new dates from her phone and rearranging her
schedule for the next night to appease Bella. Fortunately, she
could move the one scheduled for then to that evening. She
added a fee for Bella for the change and, after confirming
with the basketball player's girlfriend for the evening,
headed into her luxurious bathroom and filled the water jets
Her body was barely submerged in the warm
water when her mother walked in wearing one of Arlie's fluffy
robes. Cora sat down on the edge of the tub and looked down at
her daughter. The robe flopped open enough that Arlie saw her
mother was naked underneath it.
“So tell me more about the clit like a
dick,” Cora murmured.
“I've never seen anything like it,”
Arlie said softly, her own pussy twitching as she remembered
the way Marie's huge clit felt...and tasted. “And she
had a way of touching herself, not quite like a guy jerking
Without even thinking about it, Arlie reached
down between her legs and split the folds of her own pussy,
feeling the nub of her clit tingle and throb. Cora saw the way
her daughter's nipples stiffened just above the water and
shrugged the robe off her shoulders.
“Oh that's nice...and what else...tell
me everything,” Cora gasped and twirled one of her own
nipples in her fingers while reaching for her neatly trimmed
pussy with her other hand. Arlie grinned and began slowly
rubbing her own clit. Her mother always got aroused hearing
about Arlie's escapades and Arlie loved to watch her mother
For a woman in her early forties, Cora still
maintained a taut slim body with only slightly drooping tits
capped by dark quarter size areolae, a firm ass that still
nicely filled a pair of jeans and a neatly trimmed triangle of
dark hair directly above her pussy.
Arlie turned off the jets, spread her legs
wide and pulled up her knees so her mother had a better view
as she played with her pussy. Cora moaned and smiled her
approval, leaning forward so she could tweak one of her
daughter's erect nipples.
“Now don't leave anything out,”
Cora groaned again, spreading her own legs so Arlie could see
the way her fingers massaged the wet pink flesh of her cunt.
Arlie started recalling every detail of the
previous evening, stopping at one point when she described the
aroma of Marie's cumming pussy for a quick, sharp orgasm of
her own. She stopped again when Cora began breathing raggedly,
her legs quivering as a climax surged through her body.
As the water cooled, Arlie climbed out of the
tub and her mother gently dried her body before they walked
together into Arlie's bedroom. Arlie lowered Cora down on the
bed and gently pushed her thighs apart, admiring for a moment,
as she always did, the way the folds of her mother's pussy
lips gaped open to reveal the wet pink inner flesh of her
She licked her way up one inner thigh and drew
the tip of her tongue through that dripping slit until she
found the throbbing kernel of her mother's clit. She sucked it
into her mouth, clamped the base gently in her teeth before
strumming the tip with her tongue.
Cora screamed and flailed about wildly, this
orgasm encompassing her entire body. Arlie slipped two fingers
into her mother's slit, finding her spongy g-spot and massaged
it hard while it swelled until her mother's pussy juices
flooded Arlie's face.
When her orgasms finally faded away, Cora
rolled to her side and kissed Arlie deeply.
“My turn,” she grinned, slipped
off the bed and reached into the nightstand drawer. She turned
back in a moment, the rigid fake seven inch dick of the
strap-on flopping from her waist.
“On your knees, little girl, mommy's got
something just for you!”
Arlie howled three ever increasingly intense
orgasms before she slumped to the bed and begged her mother to
stop fucking her.
Over lunch later that afternoon at a nearby
bistro, Arlie and her mother sipped wine and discussed nothing
in particular. Then Arlie had a thought that brought a smile
to her face.
“Mother, I have a proposition for
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